It was perfect.

Blaine, however, has a different reaction to sex. While Kurt just wants to cuddle afterwards, he learned that Blaine is prone to falling asleep. After the first time, Kurt was wrapped up tightly in Blaine's arms, naked and with a smile permanently attached to his face, murmuring sweet nothings when a sudden snore interrupted him. He had sternly prodded Blaine awake, but laughed at his disorientation.

"I don't even remember falling asleep," he had said with a guilty smile. "I promise it won't happen next time."

Kurt hummed at the words. "Next time?" He trailed a finger down Blaine's chest, stopping just shy of his pelvis and worked his way back up. "When's that going to be?"

So there they are, Blaine sleeping once more with his limbs stuck at awkward angles and a small puddle of drool at the corner of his mouth. It's decidedly unsexy, yet Kurt can't help but stare with fondness swelling in his chest. He presses a quick kiss to Blaine's cheek and crawls off the bed. He's pulling on Blaine's shirt (sure, his is literally two inches away, but that's besides the point) when from the corner of his eye he notices something… different. He whips around and stares at the wall for a moment, cocking his head to the side.

The TV is gone. After almost a year of gentle prodding (or constant nagging), Blaine has finally given in. With a satisfied smirk, he tiptoes out of the room.

The house is completely empty, has been for a few days. Blaine's parents are away somewhere, he never bothered to ask, and Belinda has the week off. He walks quietly down the staircase, skipping the one step he knows to creak loudly and turning in to the kitchen. Kurt's snooped around enough in here to know where the frying pans hid, and can grab some ingredients from the perfectly stocked fridge without much searching. As he whips together the crepe batter, he allows himself to pretend that he's standing in his and Blaine's kitchen ten years from now. It'll be just like how it is now, he imagines, sneaking out of bed to whip up breakfast before Blaine wakes. Or maybe it won't be just him cooking for Blaine. He pictures a small girl, maybe five years old, with dark, curly hair standing on a chair next to him, helping him pour the milk into the mixing bowl. When the crepes are cooked to golden-brown perfection, Kurt will load up a tray and lead Eliza (tentatively named) up to the master bedroom, where she'll jump onto Blaine's sleeping form.

Kurt chuckles to himself. First time having sex and he's already planning their life together He's young and inexperienced; he should be terrified by the thought of forever, not daydreaming about it.

As he expertly flips the crepe in the pan, he hears Blaine moving around upstairs. He had been counting on Blaine to sleep long enough to surprise him with breakfast in bed, but he doesn't mind having some company.

"How'd I know you be here?" Blaine asks as he walks up to Kurt, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He's only wearing his boxers, and though Kurt appreciates it, he shoos him away from the stove. He doesn't need a trip to the burn ward today. Blaine sits at the island, staring at his boyfriend. It's cute, but also a little unnerving. Kurt tells Blaine this.

"Sorry that I can't take my eyes off my beautiful, sexy, amazing cook, sex-god-"

"Alright." Kurt rolls his eyes, but he can't keep his grin concealed. "What do you want on your crepe?"

Blaine, insisting he has the culinary skills to wrap some fruit in a pastry, grabs the plate. "I must have done something right to deserve a home cooked breakfast." He pauses, then adds with a smirk, "am I just that good at giving head?"

Yes, Kurt thinks. You are. But he's not going to stroke Blaine's ego yet. "Consider it your treat for finally taking that TV out of your room."

Blaine sets down his fork with exaggerated indignation. "What? I thought sex was my treat! That's why I took it down in the first place."

"You took it down just so I would have sex with you?" Kurt clarified, each syllable laden with judgment.

"I thought it wouldn't hurt my chances," Blaine shrugs. "I mean, I thought you might hold out on me until I did."

Kurt steals the plate away from Blaine. "I changed my mind. I rescind your crepe."

Blaine whines for a minute, then changes tactics. He slides up next to Kurt, pressing in tightly against his side. Kurt side-eyes him warily, but doesn't move. Truth be told, he still gets a thrill from having Blaine so close.

"You know," Blaine whispers ragged into Kurt's ear, "I think I'm craving something else."

Kurt shivers as Blaine's hand moves slowly down to the front of his pants. He instantly forgets about pretending to be mad and arches into Blaine's touch. Why did they wait so long to do this?

"Oh shit," Kurt hisses as Blaine sinks to his knees. Blaine kisses right above the waistband of Kurt's pyjamas, hooking a finger under the elastic and tugging just slightly. Kurt's eyes shut automatically and his head falls back in anticipation.

But suddenly Blaine's warmth isn't there anymore. He snaps his head back up to see Blaine taking off with the crepe, running out of the kitchen and back up the stairs.

"I love you!" Blaine shouts from above.

Kurt just groans and flicks off the stove. He doesn't like to do it, but for now he'll leave the dirty dishes where they are.

He bolts up to Blaine's room, where the other is already simultaneously shoving the crepe into his face and pulling down his underwear.

"Someone's eager."

Blaine audibly swallows the last mouthful of breakfast and pulls Kurt towards him. Kurt closes the small distance, pressing his lips lightly against Blaine's. They stay like that for a while, not so much kissing as standing with their mouths together. Between school, the musical, the presidential elections, glee club, and everything else in life, they haven't been able to enjoy the few moments of stillness they find. But now it's just Kurt and Blaine, alone in serenity.