With a small groan Kurt woke up in the morning, reaching out to an empty side of Blaine's bed. He blinked his eyes open, slowly sitting up as he realized that he was alone. He glanced around the room, his clothes lying neatly folded in front of his side of the bed and a glass of orange juice on his drawer. With a small smile he stood up and walked into the kitchen, chuckling softly as he saw Blaine standing behind the table, dancing and singing to 'Teenage Dream'. Kurt shook his head as he watched him for a while, finding it utterly adorable and sweet.

"You make me, feel like I'm living a Teenage Dream the way you turn me on!" Blaine sang, making a small turn and almost dropping the pan he was holding as he noticed Kurt. "Kurt!" He laughed and took a deep breath as he placed the pan back onto the stove. "You scared me."

Kurt grinned as he noticed the way Blaine's cheeks were turning pink and walked closer to him, "I didn't want to interrupt your singing," he smiled innocently as he sat down at the table and pulled his legs up to his chest.

"Yeah, uh, I tend to sing while making breakfast... and take a shower and... yeah, let's just say I sing a lot in my free time," he chuckled and turned back around towards the stove. "I made pancakes though, if you want some?"

"I really like your voice. It's beautiful," Kurt complimented with a smile. "And yes, pancakes sound wonderful. I'm actually pretty hungry."

Blaine rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Nothing special, though, it's just a hobby." He shrugged and grabbed a place, placing two of his pancakes on it before handing it to Kurt and also giving him the cutlery.

"A hobby? Well, for a hobby you're amazingly perfect," Kurt said and looked up at Blaine before he picked up one of the pancakes and started to eat slowly. "Wow, and you can cook," he mumbled around his mouthful and chuckled softly.

"Thank you, sweetie," Blaine laughed and took a plate himself. "Need anything else?"

"No, thank you. I'm good," Kurt nodded and smiled as he took another bite of his food. "You already did so much for me, Blaine. I really lo- l-like the way you... uh, manage to do all that for me," Kurt stuttered, mentally slapping himself. He couldn't tell Blaine just yet how much he loved him. That was way too soon and a little inappropriate – but well, he was already pregnant so... could it get more inappropriate?

"Hey, c'mon. I didn't do that much for you. I'm just glad I can help," Blaine smiled and finished his first pancake. "Oh, but by the way, your phone kept ringing this morning but I didn't want to wake you. I suppose it's been... Adam?!" Blaine half asked as he tried to remember Kurt's husband's name. "Adam, yeah, I think it was him."

"Where'd you put my phone?" Kurt asked, letting his food drop as he looked up at Blaine and swallowed heavily.

Blaine reached behind himself and grabbed Kurt's iPhone, handing it to him before he picked up his cutlery again and continued eating. "He really does control you, y'know," he mumbled and bit his lip nervously.

Kurt glanced up at him, nodding with a small sigh and looked back down at his phone screen. He frowned as he read the text messages his husband had sent him.

"What's it say?" Blaine asked curiously.

"You said I could stay longer, right?" Kurt asked quickly as he looked up at Blaine for a moment.

"Um, yeah, sure. Of course, I mean. Why, though?"

"Uh, he... Well he texted me, saying he's pissed because I'm not answering my phone and the next text says that he's going to leave for two weeks because of some... business trip?!" Kurt blankly stared at his phone before he locked it and placed it next to his plate. "He's already gone," he mumbled.

"Oh? Well, isn't that good?" Blaine raised his eyebrows at Kurt and finished his food before taking a sip of his coffee.

Kurt shrugged lightly and nodded, "I suppose so," he said, his face lighting up a little as he realized that he had two weeks to work everything out with Blaine and had the chance to get to know him a little better.

"See! I told you we could figure everything out today, and now... well, your husband quite did that already." The older one said with a small laugh and stood up to sit next to Kurt and hugged him quickly.

"I think he once did me a favour actually," Kurt chuckled and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck as he breathed in his scent and sighed into the crook of his neck.

The 25-year-old pulled Kurt even closer and he was already sitting in his lap as he pulled back a little and cupped Kurt's cheek with his hand, stroking it gently with his thumb. "But I think we should really use those two weeks to figure everything else out, don't you think?"

"Yeah, totally. I mean..." he took a deep breath, "There's a lot to figure out." Kurt agreed with a small nod.

"Yes, and that's exactly why we start off with that today," Blaine said seriously as he stood up and placed their dishes in his dishwasher.

"But don't you need to work?" Kurt frowned, looking up at Blaine as he fiddled with his much too large sleep shirt.

"Kurt," Blaine rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Look, you're definitely my first priority now, so don't worry. I'm the owner, I have my staff. They're going to be happy I'm not going to work today since I'm a perfectionist sometimes and they get pissed off really quick," Blaine said with a laugh.

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked as he ducked his head. "I mean, I don't want to be responsible if something happens and- and then you're going to blame me, because-"

Blaine placed a finger on Kurt's lips, deciding that kissing him to shut up wouldn't be the best thing to do. "Would you stop already? You really worry too much, Kurt. I'm serious. It's fine,"The older one said and rolled his eyes a little. "Now, how about you take a shower and get ready? Then we can talk and start with our two week program of 'figuring out'." Blaine laughed as he started cleaning up his kitchen.

Kurt took a sharp breath as he stood up, watching Blaine for a moment before he walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. "Blaine?" He asked quietly.

The 25-year-old turned around, raising his eyebrows at Kurt and about to answer as Kurt leaned in to kiss him. Blaine just stood there for a moment before he closed his eyes and pulled Kurt closer as he deepened the kiss. He could feel Kurt smiling against his lips and his arms around his neck. Their lips moved so easily together and not as messy as they had the night they'd gotten drunk. It was perfect how Blaine's tongue was sliding over Kurt's smooth bottom lip and Kurt instantly parted his lips and Blaine gained access to his mouth. Could his day start any better?