Blaine didn't know what time he finally drifted off to sleep; staring at Kurt's sleeping figure has been something he clearly missed, being away for so long. All he could remember thinking before finally going to sleep was how perfect it would be to wake up next to Kurt again, just seeing him there smiling at him and greeting him a "good morning" and if he's lucky, he might get a kiss.

That thought made him smile and he slept with a grin on his face, excited for the morning to come.

So when he slowly started coming to his senses early morning the next day, he was surprised (and sad) that Kurt wasn't by his side. The first thing his mind did was to panic. Blaine looked at the clock and saw that it was already 10 a.m. but still it was too early for Kurt to be awake in his opinion, considering that they slept at 2 in the morning.

Blaine sat upright, bursting through the door and ready to yell Kurt's name inside the whole household when he stopped suddenly. He heard voices in the kitchen so he strained his neck and his ear practically perked up as he tried to listen.

"...careful, it's hot." There was a pause. "Use your arm, not your wrist." It was Nana Rose and Blaine was pretty sure she was talking to Kurt. I wonder what they're doing.

"Like this?" It was Kurt's.

Blaine made his way downstairs, waved good morning to Grandpa Ben who was already sat on the couch watching his usual morning sports game, and walked in the dining room seeing Kurt hunched over the kitchen island with Grandma Rose next to him; the smell of coffee clearly filling the entire kitchen. Whatever Kurt was doing, Nana Rose was guiding him in it and it's really a sight to see for Blaine. It's very domestic and he's glad that Kurt's getting along well with his grandmother.

"Good morning!" Blaine finally announced his presence to the two who were completely oblivious of him until then. He saw Kurt jump a little, startled and hear him whine after.

"It's ruined." Kurt sadly said and Blaine could actually hear the pout in his voice as well as his stuffy nose. Must be from the cold. Nana Rose gave him a small smile, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly. She shot Blaine a look and Blaine could only stare at her in confusion.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, look what you did!" Nana Rose scolded him, giving him an accusing glare. His grandmother is scary at times. "And he tried so hard to make it look good." She added, glancing back at Kurt who was trying to save whatever it was that was such a big deal.

Blaine padded over to them, "I'm sorry?" He tried. Nana Rose gave Kurt one last smile before turning to leave them both alone.

"You better be. And go make him some of your great coffee." Nana Rose ordered him and Blaine nodded. When the elderly woman reached him, she leaned closer, a sincere smile gracing her face. "He's a keeper. Don't let go of this one, honey." She said and Blaine couldn't help but blush. "Have fun in there my lovely grandson and grandson-in-law." Nana Rose laughed on her way to the living room.

Blaine shook his head in amusement, expect his grandmother to declare that Kurt's her grandson-in-law so early in the morning. He directed his gaze at Kurt whose ears had now turned visibly red. "She likes you a lot." Blaine started.

"You think?" Kurt smiled. Of course she does, Nana Rose practically harassed him when she saw he was awake and started bombarding him questions if he was Blaine's husband and all that. He wasn't opposed to the idea anyway so it didn't bother him and the fact that he wasn't bothered surprised him a lot.

Kurt felt Blaine standing behind him and for a moment, both of them waited for the other to make a move. Kurt still has his back turned from Blaine as he was still trying to salvage his masterpiece but the wait was killing him.

"You—" Both of them started. Kurt turned back to look at Blaine and what he saw was pure amusement in Blaine's features.

"Ah, what the heck." Blaine finally said as he stepped forward and hugged Kurt from behind. Kurt's lips curled up to a smile, finally. Blaine hooked his chin over Kurt's shoulder, sniffing the scent of Kurt that he missed so much. "You smell good." He lamely but sincerely said, breath ghosting over Kurt's neck.

"I smell like coffee." Kurt replied, angling his neck so that they were both comfortable in their position. Blaine let out a small, airy laugh that tickled Kurt a little.

"Coffee does smell good." Blaine pointed out. "I love coffee." He added, placing small kisses on Kurt's neck. Kurt couldn't help but to close his eyes and lean away from Blaine to give him more access to his skin. Blaine peppered him with butterfly kisses until Kurt snapped out of it and pulled away.

"Blaine we're in your grandparents' kitchen." Kurt reminded him; well, he reminded them both. "And, I've made you this...uhm, it was supposed to be a very beautiful latte art. Just pretend it is, okay? I'm not as great as you when it comes to this." He rambled.

Blaine finally noticed what Kurt was doing and he smiled. "You made this for me?" He felt Kurt nodding. "Well, it looks...okay. Just a little more practice." Blaine smiled, letting go of Kurt and properly facing him.

Kurt grabbed the cup with both hands and offered it to Blaine, "I know it's not your coffee order but I hope it makes you smile."

Blaine looked up at Kurt, a smile plastered on his face as he lifted an eyebrow at him. "Originality Kurt, you gotta learn it." Blaine laughed as Kurt stuck his tongue out at him. Kurt did it again, repeating Blaine's own words back at him and it was the most adorable thing he's ever seen. "You're so adorable." He finally said it out loud.

Blaine leaned in to kiss him but Kurt backed away, leaving Blaine confused. "No, I...I'm coming down with a cold. I can feel it." Kurt honestly said as he tried to sniff and cleared his throat. His boyfriend shrugged.

"I don't mind a little bit of germs once in a while." Blaine winked, leaning in closer again and this time, Kurt obliged. Lips met lips and they bask in the comfort of finally being together after so long. Blaine held Kurt like he was afraid to let him go and Kurt gave as much emotion as Blaine did.

They broke away, foreheads on each other and breath still hot on both of their lips. "Good morning." Kurt whispered with a smile.

"Good morning." Blaine replied, finally pulling away after planting another chaste kiss on Kurt's lips. "Have you had breakfast? I'll cook something for you." He said.

"Oh, no, I've already made breakfast. Your grandparents had theirs already but ours are in the microwave, I was waiting for you to wake up. " Kurt admitted, a little shyly. Blaine grinned at him, murmuring "you're the sweetest."

As Kurt prepared the table, Blaine whipped his phone out to take a quick photo of what Kurt made him before he ruins it when he finally drinks it. He takes a few minutes typing out a tweet before going back to making Kurt's own latte.

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Blaine Anderson @BlaineAnderson

Good morning! A lovely coffee to start a lovely day. #practicemakesperfect

--

As soon as he sent the tweet, a bunch of replies came flooding in his phone that he had to turn his Twitter alert off. It seems that people missed him a lot too but he knew it was best that he stayed out of everything until now.

Kurt eyed him suspiciously. "You tweeted my latte disaster, didn't you?" He accused him. Blaine raised his hands defensively.

"It's not a disaster, it's cute." Blaine chuckled, getting back to his crafting. Once finished, he handed it over to Kurt. "See, that's how you make a heart. Control is the key." He told him and Kurt nodded. "That was a heart, right?" Blaine asked, referring to Kurt's latte art which earned him a whack in the arm.

"I hate you." Kurt blurted out. Blaine gave him a fond look.

"No, you don't." He said and Kurt shared the look with him.

"Yeah, I don't." Kurt agreed. "Can I tweet this too?" He asked and Blaine gestured that he can. Kurt got his phone out too, ignoring all the texts messages and calls that he missed, taking a photo of Blaine's craft. He's kind of jealous that it's awesome but as Blaine said, it takes a lot of practice.

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Kurt Hummel @KurtHummel

Good morning. Have a great day everyone, I'm sure I will. 3

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Both of them grinned at each other like idiots in love (because they totally were) and resumed eating their breakfast. Monte Cristo Sandwich is Kurt's specialty after he got tired of eating French Toast over and over again and Blaine absolutely loved every bit of it. Silence enveloped them as they ate, sharing sweet glances and small, sincere smiles but after a while, Kurt couldn't help but to finally start a conversation.

"You know, your grandparents' house is a very beautiful place in a very beautiful location. I mean, I'd do anything to spend a few weeks here." Kurt commented honestly.

And it's true. Kurt would leave everything behind to just spend a week or two with Blaine here in this household. He woke up admiring the view outside the window in the family room next to the kitchen, realizing that it has been a long time since he's been to a beach. It was cold, yes, but nothing beats the calming sounds of splashing waves on a beach shore. Now Kurt really understood why Blaine chose to escape to this place.

Blaine looked outside the window, a serene expression on his face. "It makes you stop and think right? I've always loved it here simply because I can spend all day sitting in the sand, playing my tunes with no one breaking that spell. It's amazing."

Kurt stared at Blaine, listening to every word that he's said. "You really love the peace and quiet, don't you?"

Blaine nodded in reply. "I grew up with it, you see. It's kind of hard not to look for it once in a while." He gave Kurt a meaningful look that the other can read easily. It was a look that told Kurt that Blaine did want this but he's not saying that he'll leave Los Angeles behind just because of it.

Kurt knew that the real conversation has started.

"I'm ready to go back." Blaine quietly said, not taking his eyes off of Kurt's own. For a moment, they only stared at each other, the noise of the television in the living room was the only sound they could hear. Kurt reached out to touch Blaine's hand, his lips thinning to form a smile.

"I know but can we stay for a bit? I want us to figure out how we're going to deal with all the usual stuff when we get back. I don't want this to happen to us again, Blaine." Kurt honestly said. He did want to figure out how they're going to sort stuff out; schedules and all that.

Blaine nodded. "Of course, just tell me when and we'll be out of here and back to L.A. in no time." He smiled, squeezing Kurt's hand; a gesture which both of them missed a lot. "And it's good too because I do need to be here for a little while more, we're planning a Halloween party for the kids in town." He informed him proudly.

Kurt thought for a bit, this was convenient. "Alright then but I hope we can leave after the preparations are done. Remember last year? The company's annual Halloween party's happening soon too, I'd want to be there." Kurt said, he hoped he wasn't being selfish.

Blaine hummed an okay. "I think we can manage that. Oh and Kurt?"

"Hm?"

"I want you to be my date on the pre-Halloween party for the adults. It's next week, Friday. It's not a costume party or anything but I'll be playing a set at the local cafe. Will you accompany me?" Blaine politely asked him with a shy smile. Kurt couldn't help but chuckle.

"Of course. I'd be honored." Kurt replied.

Blaine let out a smile, taking Kurt's hand and kissing it lightly which made Kurt blush beet red. Just then, Grandpa Ben trudged inside the kitchen, giving Blaine and Kurt an amused look.

"Alright boys, enough flirting. Get out there and enjoy the October kind of sun. It's a bit cold but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the beach." Grandpa Ben told them. "Blaine, be a good boy and spend the day with my grandson-in-law in the sand."

Blaine blushed at the term used; seriously Nana Rose should stop telling his grandfather her stories. He knew how easy his gramps believes in whatever his wife tells him. Blaine was surprised when Kurt nodded though, giving Grandpa Ben a wide smile even if he, too, was blushing a bit.

"Thank you sir. We'll just dress appropriately and we're off. Right, Blaine?"

"Right." Blaine replied, amused that Kurt didn't seem to mind how Grandpa Ben practically called him his husband.

"Off you go now. Your grandmother and I need to go to the Henson's for our weekly get together and I'm going to tear the kitchen apart to find something to bring." Grandpa Ben said and added in a whisper, "Rose's too lazy to get up from the couch so this one's on me."

Kurt and Blaine laughed at the seriousness of Grandpa Ben's words. Both of them stood up, leaving Grandpa Ben alone in the kitchen to work his magic; whether he'll be cooking or just bringing some food, they didn't know.

True enough, they saw Nana Rose just lounging on the sofa and watching tennis on the television. She didn't have much choice in the channels because the volume was loud enough to be heard in the kitchen and Grandpa Ben knows exactly when the channels have changed and he whines a lot about it.

Blaine led the way up the stairs, thinking of what clothes to lend Kurt. He's a tad shorter than Kurt and all his jeans will be too short for his boyfriend. As soon as they entered the room, Kurt started giggling which made Blaine turn and look back at him.

"What?" Blaine asked.

Kurt cleared his throat, still grinning. "Nothing. It's just your grandparents are too adorable for words. They go out a lot, don't they?"

Blaine walked to his closet, rummaging to find appropriate clothes for Kurt. "They meet with friends once a week. Last week they held it here and today they're going to the Henson's house, I think next week will be at the Pudgett's." Blaine explained. "It's a really small town and everyone knows each other and makes it a point to see each other as much as they can." He added.

Kurt sat down on the bed, waiting for Blaine to finish finding him some decent clothing. After a pause and a few pats on his face, Kurt sighed. "Can we postpone the beach to tomorrow? I just want to lay down and relax for today. And my pores, dear god, I don't want you seeing me like this." Kurt complained, feeling his face and looking at himself in the nearby mirror.

Blaine shook his head in amusement. "I'm sorry for making you miss your moisturizing routine." He apologized, finally pulling his head out of the closet and walking back to where Kurt was sitting on the bed. "We can stay here all day if you want."

"I'd love that, yes." Kurt replied as he got the clothes from Blaine's grasp. "But seriously though, my skin." He continued his earlier complaints.

Blaine reached out to stop Kurt's hands from assaulting/examining his own face. "Stop that. You're beautiful. And if you're not happy with your skin now," Blaine started, a mischievous glint passing through his eyes. "I know something we can do that's good for your skin." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Kurt's eyes widened, it was too early for this. He shoved the clothes in Blaine's face as he tried to hide his blush. "Blaine Anderson, your grandparents are downstairs, I am not having—"

His words were cut off when Blaine slowly pushed him down on the bed and straddled his legs, fighting back Kurt's constant resistance by holding down his hands on either side of his face while chuckling as Kurt tried to squirm away from his grasp. "I thought you wanted skin that glows. It's scientifically proven, Kurt." Blaine winked, already leaning down for a kiss.

Kurt turned his face away from him, lips thinning and refusing to move. Blaine pouted as he got rejected. "Blaine, they haven't even left yet." Kurt hissed.

Blaine perked up at that, a teasing smile forming on his lips. "They won't hear." Blaine whispered, leaning down to kiss Kurt's ear which made the other man shiver involuntarily. Blaine nosed his way down Kurt's neck, thinking how much he missed being this close to Kurt until finally, Kurt turned his head.

"You're incorrigible." Kurt gave up, facing Blaine who just gave him a big grin. "Sometimes, you're just really—"

Again, he was cut off when Blaine leaned down, covering Kurt's lips with his own and not wasting any time asking for entrance. Kurt obliged immediately, parting his lips a little to grant Blaine more access. They shared a deep kiss much like their first but so much more than that. Blaine's grip loosened on Kurt's hand which made Kurt wrap his arm around Blaine's neck, pulling him down some more and pressing their bodies together, not wanting to let go.

Blaine's hands fell to Kurt's torso and he couldn't help but to grope every part that he can, his fingers slipping beneath the shirt and feeling everything he haven't felt for months now. Kurt accidentally bit Blaine's lip when he hit a sensitive spot just below the side of his chest. Blaine didn't let that faze him, continuing his quest to feel more of Kurt.

Kurt's fingers treaded in Blaine's loose curls and as he pulled, a moan escaped Blaine's lips. Blaine felt Kurt smile into the kiss and he was just about to take that smile off his boyfriend's face when they heard footsteps on the stairs that was quickly followed by a "Blaine?"

It felt like coming up for air after a long time underwater as they parted lips to breathe. Blaine quickly scrambled out of bed with a strong push from Kurt and soon enough, there was a knock on the door but they were both thankful that the door wasn't pried open.

"Blaine, can you please lock the front door? We're going out."

Blaine cleared his throat, biting down the laugh that was threatening to escape. Kurt was silent beside him, he felt terrified at the thought of Blaine's grandfather seeing them making out and groping each other. "Yes Gramps, be down there in a minute." Blaine called out in a voice that was so far from normal.

Blaine was trying so hard to stop laughing that his shoulders were vibrating, resulting to being hit with a pillow by Kurt. "Alright, we'll wait for you downstairs to lock up." Grandpa Ben said and the footsteps were heard again but this time, Grandpa Ben was leaving.

"It's not funny!" Kurt hissed, repeatedly hitting Blaine with the same pillow but he refused to stop laughing. Blaine couldn't get Kurt's panicked face out of his mind and try as he might to talk, he simply can't. He ended up just snorting a lot.

Kurt pushed Blaine off the bed. "Go on, lock the door first. And fix your sex hair." He said, fixing it a little for Blaine. Blaine nodded, still laughing as he stood up and walked to the door.

"We'll continue later. At least after this, we're sure that they'd be gone for a while." Blaine winked, closing the door just in time before he got hit again by a flying pillow courtesy of Kurt.

Blaine did what he had to do which took up a lot of time in his opinion but his grandparents thought that now they have a visitor, Blaine needed a rundown of safety guidelines. After what seemed like a whole hour of undergoing that process, he said his goodbyes and kissed them both before locking up and running upstairs to where he hoped Kurt was waiting in bed.

And of course, he got disappointed. Kurt was nowhere to be found inside his room but instead, he heard the water in the shower going. Blaine smiled and sat down, waiting for Kurt. He could hear him singing in there and Blaine couldn't help but to get entranced by his voice.

He didn't know when and how it happened but Blaine found himself stripping and entering the bathroom himself, eager to take a bath with Kurt. It's not like it's the first time, right? But it is the first time you're seeing him again, fully naked, after all these months.

"...someone who, like it or not, will want you to share a little, a lot of being ali—ah!" Kurt screeched, stopping mid-song, once Blaine stepped in the shower right behind him. He was busy shampooing and his eyes were closed that he didn't hear Blaine coming in. "Blaine!" Kurt washed his face to open his eyes.

"Your voice reeled me in. You're doing this on purpose, Hummel." Blaine teased, getting the soap from Kurt and washing his back. "Don't worry, I'm here on pure intentions. We're just going to take a bath." He defended himself even before Kurt could accuse him.

Kurt craned his neck and tried his best to give Blaine a suspicious look. "What are you up to, Blaine?" Kurt asked but he was surprised when Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's torso, leaning his head on his soapy back.

"Nothing, I just really missed you a lot." Blaine quietly told him. Kurt smiled, turning around to properly face Blaine.

"You're a drama queen." Kurt commented. He leaned down to give Blaine a kiss, "I missed you too."

Blaine captured Kurt's lips in a searing kiss once again, their naked bodies pressed together and both of them could feel each other's hardness. Kurt pulled away from Blaine which made the other grumble.

"The sooner we finish taking a bath, the sooner we'll get our hands on each other." Kurt pointed out. Blaine sighed.

"Fine. I don't get this at all though, we're going to get dirty after anyway, so why—"

"Shush Blaine." Kurt said and Blaine just agreed, wanting this to be over quickly.

"Blaine."

"Fuck, Kurt."

Moans and groans filled the room, the bed squeaking under them as Blaine passionately thrust into Kurt over and over again, pleasuring the man and taking him to heaven. Kurt hung onto Blaine for dear life, accepting each thrust willingly, giving into the rhythm that Blaine has started. Kurt could feel the heat pooling in his stomach for god knows how many times already.

"Blaine, I'm...Blaine, please."

Blaine panted, paying attention to his lover as he saw how Kurt pleaded for release. He grasped Kurt's cock in his hand, stroking it with fervor in the same rhythm as his thrusts and Kurt could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head, his breathing quickened and Blaine could feel the he was close.

Blaine leaned down, his lips on Kurt's ear and he could hear Kurt's rapid breathing. He kept thrusting, loving the way Kurt breathed his name, his hands still pumping Kurt. "Come on, Kurt. Come for me, baby." Blaine whispered, darting his tongue out to lick Kurt's ear.

Kurt's breath hitched, his back arching as he finally came on Blaine's hand. Blaine panted, holding Kurt close to him as he rode out his own orgasm minutes after Kurt did. Both of them came down from their high and panted against each other; sated, tired and happy. Blaine was pretty sure that neither he nor Kurt would be able to walk properly that night and he wasn't even the least bit regretful.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's back as he hugged him close to his chest, not minding that Blaine haven't pulled out of him yet or that both of them were sticky and disgusting from sweat and come. "We...god, we're like...rabbits." Kurt chuckled quietly, catching his breath and panting in between words. Blaine laughed with him.

"Endurance is...the key...to hours of...great...sex." Blaine breathed out, finally pulling out of Kurt, planting a quick and sloppy kiss on Kurt's already sore lips and rolling onto his back. He covered them both with the blanket and Kurt resumed his position of snuggling in Blaine's chest.

Kurt drew lazy circles on Blaine's chest while Blaine just stared up at the ceiling in awe, he couldn't feel his thighs and arms.

"I don't think I've ever orgasmed that many times in my life before. I didn't think it was possible." Kurt laughed. Blaine just shrugged in reply.

"Anything's possible when you want it to." Blaine said. "And we definitely did want it. So much." He laughed.

Kurt hummed in agreement. A few moments of silence passed until Kurt spoke again, "So, what do you say about my skin now?"

Blaine craned his neck to properly look at Kurt, Kurt glanced up at him. "You're positively glowing. We should have sex every day if you want skin like this all the time." Blaine said, stroking Kurt's face with his clean hand.

"I don't think it's wise for the media to see how weird I'm walking every morning because of you. I don't want our sex life to be published in gossip magazines, geez." Kurt joked and Blaine nodded in agreement.

Blaine looked at the clock and it was nearly 6 o'clock in the evening, they really did spend all day in bed doing wonderful things. "Are you hungry?" Blaine asked. We didn't even eat lunch, wow.

"A bit, yeah. But mostly, I'm just tired. Can we nap for a little while?" Kurt asked, already closing his eyes and snuggling closer to Blaine's chest.

Blaine hugged him tighter. "Yeah, okay. Nap is a great idea." He agreed.

Blaine knew that if his grandparents get home and they're asleep, they could still open the door since there was a spare key underneath the mat outside the house. In the meantime, both Kurt and him would just stay in bed and sleep until they're awoken by the need to eat some food.