For example, Kurt was early to bed, early to rise, enjoying every moment he could get out of his day. Blaine on the other hand? Late to bed, even later late to rise. Kurt had gotten up for a glass of warm milk the other night and found Blaine sprawled on the couch, book on his chest and glasses askew. He smiled to himself as he put the book and glasses on the coffee table and draped a blanket over his slumbering boyfriend.

Kurt rolled out of bed, his feet hitting the carpeted floor as he made his way to the bathroom to shower. He planned out his day as the steaming water rolled down his body, loosening the knots in his neck and back.
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Kurt was sitting, bent over his laptop when Blaine walked into the room. He wrapped his arms around Kurt, kissing him softly on the neck, whispering in his ear, "good morning handsome."

Kurt smiled, leaning back into the embrace. "Morning yourself, sleepy head. Hungry?"

Blaine nodded, walking towards the kitchen and called out over his shoulder, "how do you want your eggs?"

"Scrambled please." Kurt turned his attention back to the computer where his screenplay sat, almost completed. Kurt stared at the screen, trying to figure out how he wanted the story to end. 'Everyone likes a happy ending right?' he thought as he typed the next line, inspiration hitting him finally. By the time Blaine was telling him that breakfast was ready Kurt had finished the script and was checking it over for mistakes.

"What's that?" Blaine asked, leaning on Kurt's shoulder.

"My screenplay, I finally finished it!" Kurt beamed, hugging Blaine around the waist.

Blaine smiled down at Kurt, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm so proud of you babe, I know you've been working hard on it. When are you going to send it out?"

"I need to finish revising it, then I'll send it to Michael to look at it and he'll send it where it needs to go."

"Someone will pick it up, I'm sure. You're amazing, you know that Kurt."

"Not as amazing as you." Kurt answered, leaning up to press a kiss to Blaine's lips. "Mmmm I smell bacon, I'm starving." Blaine laughed as he watched Kurt dash towards the kitchen and followed after him.

They sat in relative silence, eating breakfast in harmony while Blaine read the New York Times. "Hey look" Blaine said, pushing the paper towards Kurt, "there's an article about Phantom in here!"

Kurt looked at the paper warily. "Blaine, you know I don't read articles about myself."

"It's all good things, I promise, you want to read it!"

Kurt picked up the paper, scanning the page until his eyes found the title that read, "Good Things to Come for Phantom".
Broadway's best-selling musical, The Phantom of the Opera boasts the talent of Broadway newcomers, Kurt Hummel, Alyssa Christian and Blaine Anderson. With all the publicity these stars have received the next question is where they will go from here. Rumor has it that Alyssa is looking into a part in Wicked. That leaves us with the show's leading men. Will they continue to grace the presence of the Broadway stage or will they go to the silver screen in Hollywood? All we know for now is that as the show goes into its last few months of production, we will keep our ears and eyes tuned in for more news on the elusive men.

Kurt glanced up from the paper smiling. "Since when did the Times start publishing gossip pieces?"

"I don't know, but Kurt Hummel, you're public wants to know what you are planning on doing with your life. You made it babe, you're living your dream." Blaine smiled, covering Kurt's hand with his own.

"No," Kurt said in a whisper, "we made it. You and me Blaine, we're both in that article as leading men in one of the largest productions on Broadway. We're in this together."

Blaine leaned over, kissing Kurt lightly, keeping his hand over Kurt's. "I love you. I'd give up everything to be with you, you know that?"

"I know Blaine. I love you more than anything else in the world, you are my world Blaine." Kurt kissed him back softly, enjoying the moment. It felt amazing to know that Blaine was his, after all they've been through he knew he'd never let Blaine go, ever.

Kurt pulled away, letting out a small sigh of contentment, picking up his fork and stabbing some eggs. "Thanks for breakfast Blaine, it's wonderful."

"Oh, it's nothing. Plus you know that when it comes to cooking, breakfast and cookies are about the only things I can manage."

"A quality I find quite endearing actually" Kurt said, playfully pushing on Blaine's arm.

"Well I find you endearing" Blaine bantered, stealing a piece of bacon from Kurt's plate.

"Hey!" Kurt shouted a look of shock on his face. "You stole my bacon! Give that back!"

Blaine smirked, holding the bacon slightly out of Kurt's reach. "You want it? Come and get it. Remember though, this bacon goes straight to your hips, at least that's what you always tell me, though by looking at you I beg to diff-ooof!"

Blaine was knocked back as Kurt flew into him, almost sending them flying to the floor. "Give me my bacon and no one gets hurt." Blaine stared in wide eyed shock as Kurt perched nimbly on his lap, holding a fork to his face.

"You, you wouldn't really poke me with the fork would you?"

"Hand me the bacon and you'll never have to find out." Kurt prodded the tip of Blaine's nose with a tine of the fork, warning him that he wasn't playing.

Blaine held his free hand up in mock surrender before bringing the piece of bacon up to Kurt's lips.

"That's what I thought" Kurt grinned before taking a nibble of the bacon. "Also, as long as I'm careful and exercise then I can eat the bacon."

Blaine's eyes flashed darkly as Kurt's tongue ran across his lips, licking the salt off as he settled onto Blaine's lap. "I could think of something you can do for exercise."

Kurt stopped caring about the bacon as he took in what Blaine said before capturing Blaine's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. He ran a hand into Blaine's hair, tipping his head back as his mouth found purchase on Blaine's neck, sucking on the spot that causes Blaine to toss his head back and moan in a way that made Kurt never want to stop.

Blaine wrapped a hand around Kurt's back, pulling him closer and allowing his hands to slip inside Kurt's shirt, his fingers rubbing softly against Kurt's warm skin.

Kurt pressed into Blaine, his erection bumping against Blaine's and he let out a low moan, tugging on Blaine's lower lip with his teeth. Kurt slid a hand between them, cupping Blaine through his sweatpants while pressing hot kisses to his throat.

Blaine let out another moan, bucking slightly into Kurt's hand. Blaine's hands grabbed Kurt's hips as he pressed Kurt down, forcing their cocks to press together again. Even through clothing Blaine could feel how hard Kurt was and that turned him on even more. Blaine slipped a hand into Kurt's pajama pants, stroking his length while Kurt stroked him.

Kurt leaned his head against Blaine's shoulder as Blaine stroked him, squeezing lightly at the base. Kurt slipped a hand inside Blaine's sweatpants, cupping Blaine's balls and gently squeezing them, causing Blaine to moan against his neck. Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock and began to slowly jerk him off, biting Blaine's shoulder as Blaine worked up a faster rhythm with his hand.

Blaine buried his face in Kurt's neck, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm build, He stroked Kurt faster, shuddering when Kurt would run a thumb over the tip of his cock. Blaine's toes began to curl as his orgasm started, pressing Blaine into a dark area of paradise.

Kurt felt Blaine tense beneath him, legs shaking slightly, and he began stroking faster relieved that Blaine was about to orgasm. Kurt let go of his own impending orgasm that he had been holding off and collapsed against Blaine as the blissful wave hit him. He was moaning against Blaine's shoulder which was red from Kurt's teeth and Kurt was coming, hot and sticky between them.

When Kurt's cum hit him in the abdomen, Blaine was groaning and releasing himself, over Kurt's hand and both of their stomachs. Blaine panted against Kurt, his breathing shallow and shaky. Kurt looked up at him with his bright blue eyes, smiling and whispered an 'I love you' before climbing off of Blaine and grabbing a few paper towels.

"I can't believe we just did that in the kitchen," Kurt said, wiping himself off before attacking the mess on Blaine.

"Huh?" Blaine asked, blinking at the slender boy, confused at his words."

"Blaine, we just jerked each other off in the kitchen."

"So?"

"So? Blaine we eat here."

"And?"

"And now every time someone comes over all I will think about is 'oh god, Blaine and I gave each other hand jobs in here.' What if my father sits in this chair? Or Finn?"

"Honestly Kurt, I'd laugh. They'll never know, and it's not like it's going to be there forever. These chairs are wooden, look you cleaned everything up."

Kurt threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. "I give up on you Blaine!" Kurt started towards the bedroom, shaking his head.

"But you still love me right?"

Kurt turned back towards Blaine, trying to keep a smile from crawling across his face. "Of course I love you Blaine, I'll never stop loving you."

"Ever?"

"Ever. I will love you to infinity and beyond."

"Toy Story, classy!"

Kurt smiled widely at his boyfriend. "I see you haven't changed a bit. You're still the five year old I've known forever."

"Not all of me is comparable to that of a five year old" Blaine said, pouting.

"Oh, I know. Your mental aptitude is that of a toddler."

"Hey! That's not nice! Take it back!" Blaine stuck out his tongue, forcing Kurt to laugh.

"Take me shopping later and I'll tell you all about how grown up you are."

Blaine raised an eyebrow as Kurt began to slink back down the hallway. "I accept this proposal Mr. Hummel!"

"I thought you'd say that." Kurt yelled down the hall. "I'm getting dressed and then I'll finish revising my screenplay while you get ready."

"Mkay, I'll clean up then head to the bedroom."

"Thanks, babe, I love you."

"Love you too Kurt, love you too."