“Hi,” he breathed as a response. “What time is it?” Kurt asked.

“It’s 9:30,” Blaine replied after shuffling around in his bed to look at his clock. Kurt sighed.

“I’m going to get a shower, is that okay?” Kurt asked, still feeling like somewhat of a visitor. Blaine laughed a little.

“Of course it’s okay, take your time.” Blaine smiled as he leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head and resting on them.

“Do you want to… join me?” Kurt asked, looking up at Blaine from his laying position. Blaine smiled and looked down at him.

“I’d love to but I think… maybe we shouldn't rush to do anything right now.” He smiled again.

“Rush to do anything? I think we’ve rushed. We’ve done.” Kurt informed him. Blaine smiled and stroked Kurt’s hair.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I know but I mean… just… rest, you know?”

“Why?” Kurt questioned before sitting up. “Ow,” he said. Blaine laughed a little.

“That’s why,” he responded. Kurt laughed.

“How long am I going to hurt like this?” Kurt asked, wincing as he stood up. Blaine shrugged a little.

“Well normally it lasts a couple of hours, and stays a bit tender for the day but last night…” Blaine trailed off and Kurt raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow.

“Last night…?” he prompted.

“Last night we didn’t exactly go at a… virgin speed, Kurt. You… took one hell of a pounding,” Blaine said, trying to hold in a laugh while seeing Kurt’s face turn a rosy colour.

“What?” Kurt asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, I was going slow but I clearly remember someone saying ‘oh, ah, Blaine! Faster! I want more of your big cock!’” Blaine joked, making moaning noises. Kurt hit him on the arm playfully.

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t say ‘big’ cock,” Kurt smirked.

“I’m pretty sure you did,” Blaine smiled a beaming smile which made Kurt laugh. “Well I’ll get us some breakfast and lock the door before Amy comes in.” Blaine smiled before standing up and walking into the living room. Kurt couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful man in front of him. Sorry, the beautiful naked man in front of him.

Blaine was so muscular and so… kind about everything. He was beautiful. Inside and out. And he was Kurt’s. And… he loved him.

Kurt stood up very slowly and stepped into the shower. The warm water soaked his body and instantly relaxed him. To tell the truth, he was nervous. He was completely sure about last night and had no regrets at all but… he didn’t think about the morning after. How was he meant to act?

“Kurt, you’re still alive, right?” Blaine shouted in. Kurt laughed and stepped out the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around his middle. “Man, you were in there for like 45 minutes! Nice shower?” Blaine asked, now dressed in boxer shorts. Kurt smiled.

“The nicest.” Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s middle and held him close. “What are you doing? You’re going to get wet.” Kurt laughed.

“I’ll live,” Blaine replied before catching Kurt’s lips with his own in a sweet kiss. “I love you,” he whispered. Kurt pulled away immediately.

“I’m going to see what breakfast you have prepared.” Kurt smiled before wriggling out of Blaine’s grasp and made his way into the living room. He saw a plate of bacon, sausage and egg with his name on it. Literally. Blaine had written his name on a piece of paper with a heart next to it and put it on the plate. It was corny but… it made Kurt smile.

He sat down and picked up his knife and fork. Normally he would scold his father for making such a fatty breakfast but when Blaine made it… it was okay. He pushed his wet hair back before digging into his breakfast. About five minutes later Blaine sat next to him and started to eat his breakfast.

“So… you can cook,” Kurt stated, still enjoying his food. Blaine smiled.

“Yes, I can. My mom put me in cooking lessons when I was younger. Said it would impress the ladies,” Blaine laughed, and Kurt giggled.

I wonder if it impressed the ladies in college, Kurt thought. But he soon shoved that thought to the back of his mind as he shoved another piece of bacon into his mouth.

Soon enough they both finished their breakfasts and sat in a comfortable silence together as their food digested.

“I love you,” Blaine said as he stared at Kurt. Kurt stood up and grabbed both plates.

“Breakfast was lovely, thank you.” He smiled before taking the plates into the kitchen and beginning to wash them. He heard a slight sigh and looked up to see Blaine leaning against the kitchen doorframe. “What?” Kurt asked. “They’re not going to wash themselves.”

“Kurt,” Blaine started.

“What?” Kurt asked, feigning innocence.

“Kurt,” Blaine said again before Kurt sighed. “Why do you leave every time I say it?” Kurt looked down. “I mean it… if that’s what you’re worried about. I told you last night that I did. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” Kurt nodded.

“I know,” he agreed.

“Then what is it? Is it about that you’re not ready to say it to me? It’s fine, I don’t need to hear it right this second, or any time soon. I don't want you to say it if you don't mean it,” Blaine said.

Ugh, he’s so fucking understanding about everything! It’s irritating how perfect he is! Kurt thought.

“I know that too, it’s just…” Kurt started. Blaine tilted his head. “I’ve never had anyone say it to me and mean it the way you do, I… I just don’t know how to react to it.” Kurt sighed and looked down, embarrassed by his confession. Blaine stood in front of him and tilted his head up using his index finger.

“Well get used to it because I mean it and I’m not going anywhere.” Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt again.

“Blaine…” Kurt started. “Last night… meant a lot to me and you were… perfect. It was all perfect so um, thank you for that.” Blaine smiled.

“You are perfect, so thank you for that,” Blaine joked. “What do you want to do today? Anything you want, name it,” Blaine said, bouncing slightly.

“I want to stay here all day and just be with you,” Kurt answered.

“Perfect,” Blaine smiled and they kissed again.