“Can I come in?” Kurt asked carefully, his voice was soft, quiet and uncertain.

“Erm, yeah,” said Blaine, stepping aside so that Kurt could enter the apartment.

He walked over and stood in the living room, not sure what to do with himself.

“Coffee?” Blaine asked. Kurt nodded.

Blaine went to make the coffee, Kurt following him and taking a seat at the breakfast bar. This seemed like the best place for the discussion they were about to have - Kurt still had no idea what he was going to say. He’d hope he’d know when he saw him properly again, but he didn’t. Blaine pushed a scalding hot cup of coffee towards him, and Kurt took it gratefully. The two boys sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Kurt took a deep breath … he knew he must be the one to speak first.

“Blaine,” he started. Blaine glanced up from where he was staring at his mug of coffee. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” Blaine nodded “I can never forget what you did, nor do I think I can fully forgive you … not yet at least. But I’m not ready to lose you, Blaine … I can’t … no matter how hard I tried to hate you I couldn’t - I should but I don’t. I love you.”

“Thank you Kurt. I will do anything … I will wait forever for you to forgive me. I love you, I’ve missed you … it hasn’t been the same around here without you.”

“It hasn’t been easy for me either, I’ve missed you … those notes didn’t help things Blaine.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to tell you those little things, the things I would have told you if you - if I hadn’t …” Blaine trailed off. Kurt had tears in his eyes, and Blaine was close to crying as the memory of the broken look in Kurt's eyes flew to the front of his mind.

Blaine looked at his husband - he wanted to take him in his arms and hold him but he wasn’t sure if it was time. He took a closer look at Kurt; he looked paler, thinner, his eyes were sunken and surrounded by dark circles. He walked around the breakfast bar and held his arms open. Kurt stood, a weak smile on his face as he walked towards Blaine and fell into his arms.

Kurt stood there in Blaine's arms, breathing in his scent, realising how much he’d missed him. He was back in Blaine's arms, back in his cocoon of safety, Blaine's curls tickling his chin. All he wanted to do was kiss those lips, those perfect pink lips, but it was too soon … he had to learn to trust Blaine again. It was going to have to be looked at as a fresh start, a new beginning.

Blaine held Kurt close - he smelled of rosewater, as always. He was glad to have him back in his arms. They stayed like that for an hour or so. They had missed each other … it was like they’d being missing a part of themselves.

“I think I should go to bed. I’m just … tired, really tired.” Kurt said as he freed himself from Blaine's embrace. He walked into the living room.

Blaine nodded.

He saw a duvet and pillow on one end of the sofa and peered into the bedroom - the bed was freshly made, it hadn’t been slept on.

“Have - have you been sleeping on the couch?” he asked Blaine.

“Yeah, it didn’t feel right, sleeping in that bed. It’s where I broke my vows … where I saw your heart shatter.”

“Oh,” said Kurt, he smiled softly at Blaine’s poeticism. “You take the bed Blaine, I’ll go set up the guest room … I think its best if we just sleep separate for a while …”

“Ye-yeah, are you sure you don’t want the bed?” Blaine asked. “I’ll take the guest room.”

“No, you have it Blaine …” Kurt said, walking down the hall towards the guest room.

~~~

Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and placed his head in his hands. He’d missed Blaine, but being back there, in their flat, just brought back memories of that night. He laid down on the bed and tried to sleep, he lay there for a few hours just staring at the celling. It was 2am when he decided he wasn’t going to get much sleep, so he got up and walked to the living room. He sat on the couch and glanced around the apartment. All the photographs of them - before all of this - mocked him … there were dozens of smiling Kurt's and Blaine's staring at him.

His eyes rested on the one near the TV … the one of him and Blaine on their wedding day, the happiest day of his life. Tears started to roll down his cheeks at the memory - that day was breath-taking. Blaine looked amazing in his suit, and his eyes were bright and shining as they stood at the altar saying their vows. Their first dance, Blaine held him close and whispered ‘you look so beautiful tonight’ in Kurt’s ear. ‘Not as good as you’ he’d returned … ‘I doubt it’ Blaine whispered slowly moving one of his hands from Kurt's hip to his ass, pulling Kurt closer. They were about to start the rest of their lives together.

He walked over to the piano and started to play the opening chords to ‘Need You Now’ by Lady Antebellum. He began to sing hoping he wouldn’t wake up the, most likely, sleeping Blaine.

~~~
Meanwhile

Blaine was sat in their bedroom. It felt wrong sleeping there without Kurt, and after what he’d done in there, he couldn’t even think about it … he’d been so stupid. He couldn’t sleep so he sat up reading, and at around 2am he heard the piano being played. He recognised the song almost immediately, then heard Kurt begin to sing … Blaine joined in in his room, singing along quietly. Their voices merged together, forming a perfect harmony.

He started to walk toward the living room, and he entered and sang a little louder.

~~

Kurt turned and saw Blaine walking towards him, eyes glistening slightly in the moonlight, making them look more beautiful than Kurt had ever remembered. Blaine came and sat beside him on the piano stool.

Kurt started singing again. He’d missed Blaine’s voice - he sang so well.

Blaine and Kurt turned and faced each other, stared deeply into one another’s eyes which were both full of unshed tears. Blaine leaned in and pressed his lips to Kurt's, placing his hands on his hips and sucking his lower lip into his mouth, nibbling slightly. He swiped his tongue over Kurt's upper lip, begging for access which Kurt soon granted, allowing Blaine to taste his mouth. Blaine had missed that taste, the taste that was Kurt. Kurt reached up to cup Blaine’s cheek; Blaine's hands tickled up his sides and tangled themselves in his hair. Blaine withdrew his tongue and allowed Kurt in to his mouth, Kurt swirling his tongue around Blaine's, running it over his teeth. Kurt pulled away.

“Blaine.” he breathed.

“Too soon?” Blaine asked, saddened by the loss of Kurt lips from his.

“Maybe just a little. Blaine, I need to learn to trust you again.”

“Yeah, I understand. I’ve just missed everything about you, Kurt - your lips, your face, you smile, your voice … everything.”

“I’ve missed you too Blaine”

“Maybe … could you sleep with me tonight, just lie next to me?”

“No Blaine, we - I need to be alone, but here with you, if you understand that … give it time. We’ll talk more in the daylight okay?” Kurt smiled and walked off to the guest room swinging his hips. “Goodnight Blaine.” he called.

“Night”.

Both Kurt and Blaine lay down and fell in to a peaceful, dreamless sleep … it was the best night they’d both had since Kurt had left. Maybe it was because they knew where they stood with each other, or that they were under the same roof again … whatever it was, they were grateful.

~~~

Kurt awoke early, a small smile on his face as he remembered the kiss last night. It felt so right … he’d missed those lips. He didn’t care it was too soon, it was nice … but they had to take it slow from now on. Kurt rose from the bed and shuffled to the kitchen - he was glad today was a Saturday, as it meant that he and Blaine could talk more - discuss things … plans, solutions.

“Hey.” said Kurt.

Blaine was already sat in the kitchen tucking into a bowl of cereal, watching the small TV that they had in the kitchen, the coffee machine already switched on. His curls were gel-free and fuzzy, just how Kurt liked them. He had a bit of scruff, shadowing his jaw line - to Kurt, Blaine was at his prettiest in the mornings.

“Hey,” he returned softly, staring at his husband.

Kurt always looked so beautiful in the mornings, with his hair messy from bed - it always stuck up at funny angles. In the mornings Kurt always shuffled around the apartment in sweats … he just looked gorgeous and it took everything Blaine had not to kiss him, or jump on him right now.

Kurt busied himself getting himself a bowl of cereal and pouring himself and Blaine a cup of coffee. He handed Blaine the cup and lent in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you.” Blaine said with a smile.

“You’re welcome. Blaine, I think maybe we should talk a little more …” said Kurt slowly.

“Oh yeah, of course.” Blaine nodded, switching off the TV set.

“Um, well, I think that maybe we should …” Kurt trailed off, casting his gaze downward to his bowl of cereal. He’d planned what he was going to say last night, but it was harder than he thought.

“What, Kurt? What should we do?” Blaine asked in a panicked voice. What if Kurt had changed his mind and now wanted to get a divorce?

“I want us to - I think we should …” he was struggling to find the right words.

“Please don’t say get a divorce Kurt, please. I can’t … it’ll never happen again, I promise.” said Blaine with tears in his eyes

“No, Blaine. I’m not saying get a divorce …” Kurt took a deep breath. “Marriage counselling - I think we should go to marriage counselling.”

Kurt sighed, he finally gotten it out. He looked at Blaine; his eyes were filled with confusion and sadness.

“Do you think we have to?” he asked, hoping they wouldn’t. He’d rather not tell a stranger that he’d cheated, as he still had no reason for doing it - there was no reason other than he was an asshole who didn’t really deserve the second chance he was getting, no matter how much he wanted it.

“Yes Blaine, there was obviously something wrong and I think maybe having someone to talk about everything, to offer an insight … well maybe some advice could really help. Rachel gave me a number of a really good one.”

“Oh, um yeah … okay, sorry. I should have spoken to you after the … um… yeah …”

“Yes, maybe you should have but you didn’t, and now we’re here. I want things to work again … I can’t see myself with anyone but you.”

“Me either, Kurt.” Blaine whispered.

They continued eating their breakfast in relative silence, both men stealing gazes at the other through their eyelashes. They had missed each other so much that it hurt. Even together in silence was better than being apart.

“Um, Blaine?" Kurt asked as he finished his cup of coffee "Would you like to come with me to Nick and Jeff's ... to get my stuff?"

"Y-yeah," said Blaine with a smile "… We haven’t gone for a walk in ages.”

Blaine got up and walked towards the bedroom, but Kurt held out his arm to stop him and pulled him into a tight hug, each boy taking a lungful of each other’s scent and sighing with contentment. They were together again.

"Wrap up warm, its pretty cold outside" Kurt said, as he reluctantly pulled away. If he had his own way he'd stay in Blaine's arms forever.

“Okay, mom!” said Blaine, putting on his best petulant-teenager voice.

“Hey, I don’t want you falling ill, mister!”

“Fine,” said Blaine as he walked to the bedroom.

Kurt washed the dishes and walked past the bedroom, knocking gently on the door.

“Blaine honey, I'm gonna take a shower - that okay?” he said, walking in. Blaine was naked from the waist down, and Kurt couldn't help but stare. “Oh ... um ...” Kurt blushed as he caught sight of Blaine’s cock accidently.

“Hey, what? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before ...” Blaine winked.

“Yeah, um, but … you know…” said Kurt.

“Oh, yeah ... the last time you saw me naked, I was ... yeah." Blaine hung his head. “Sorry, it’s fine … you go shower.”

“Yeah … um yeah, I’m gonna go now.”

Kurt walked to the shower and closed the door; he fell back against it and sank to the floor. Tears slowly made their way down his cheeks and his chest heaved with sobs. This was a lot harder than he’d thought it was going to be. He’d missed Blaine a lot but seeing him, in that room half-naked just brought up all the feelings from that night.

He climbed in to the shower, stuck his head under the hot water and closed his eyes. Instinctively he began to sing - he always sang in the shower.

Unbeknownst to Kurt, the door slowly creaked open. A now fully-dressed Blaine peered through the open door, staring at his husband’s flawless wet form, longing to join him. As he stared he listened to the song he was singing - it was the Kings Of Leon ‘s ‘Use Somebody’. Blaine loved that song. He stared a little longer at Kurt and slowly closed the door, moving to sit down on the couch and wait for Kurt to be ready to go out.

Kurt climbed out of the shower and walked to their bedroom to get dressed. He slid into some red corduroys, a white shirt and a red, white and blue sweater vest. He slipped on his big winter coat, a fluffy hat and his favourite blue scarf, and slipped on his shoes. He walked out to the living room to see Blaine holding the picture of them at their first prom together, tear tracks staining his cheeks.

“We were so happy Kurt, and I fucked it up.” he said, turning to stare at him.

“We were. I think maybe we can be that happy again, but we have to work on things …” Kurt smiled sadly and held out his hand - Blaine handed him the photo. “No I want your hand, idiot.” Kurt laughed warmly.

Blaine returned the photo to the side table and stood up and took Kurt's hand in his.

“Hey, I’m no idiot.”

“Yes you are, but you’re my idiot.” Kurt said affectionately, fighting back the urge to kiss Blaine, but it was too strong so he leaned in and pressed one to Blaine's cheek.

“Um, yeah,” Blaine breathed, as he turned as stared into Kurt’s stunning blue eyes. “We should … uh … go get your stuff, shouldn’t we?”

“Yeah,” he replied distractedly, fighting to tear his gaze from Blaine's neck.

They left the apartment and started the walk to Nick and Jeff’s apartment - it was only a fifteen minute walk from their place so it never took too long, but Kurt and Blaine always like to walk through the park on their way there, adding an extra ten minutes on to their journey. The park was sort of a special place for them, as it held so many memories of just hanging out, wedding planning and most important of all, Blaine's proposal.

~~~

It was a warm, sunny July day, the day of their graduation. They were stood backstage - there was quite a while before they’d start to call the Fashion and Journalism students up. Kurt was fussing over how his shoes didn’t match the gown and how the cap was messing his hair up and what if he tripped whilst walking across the stage.

“But Blaine I could really - mmm” Kurt sighed, as Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's and gently pulled away. “That was a nice way of getting me to shut up … do it again.”

Blaine obliged, reaching up to cup Kurt's cheek to deepen the kiss. As he pulled away again, Kurt whined at the loss of Blaine's lips on his.

“I’m sorry, I just need to do this” Blaine said, dropping down on one knee and pulling a tiffany box out of his pocket and opening it. Blaine's eyes were already misty and he hadn’t even started yet. “I was going to wait until after we got our diplomas, but fuck - I can’t wait any longer.”

Kurt was smiling down at Blaine as he reached out and took one of his hands.

“Kurt, you are the love of my life, and just like you said to me four years ago, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So Kurt Elizabeth Hummel,” Blaine's voice cracked slightly as tears fell down his cheeks, “Will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?”

Tears were making tracks down Kurt's face, a big smile spreading across his face.

“Yes Blaine, of course I will!” he said, holding out a shaking hand as Blaine slipped the simple gold band onto Kurt’s finger.

Blaine stood up and threw his arms around his boyfriend… no fianc�.

“Blaine Anderson, Graduating in Journalism.” called the woman on stage; Blaine quickly composed himself and walked up to collect his diploma.

Kurt was the happiest man on earth, and he was going to marry the hottest guy in New York.

~~~

“The stage was about there.” said Blaine, nodding in the general direction.

“Yeah I remember, and over there …” Kurt gazed over at a big, nearby oak tree “… is where we, you know.” Kurt blushed.

“Yeah, I still think that that was a close second to our wedding night.”

“You weren’t the one held up against the tree.” said Kurt, shoving Blaine playfully. It really had been pretty good, even with the bark digging in to his back.

“Hey! I was happy to wait until we got home!”

“Yeah … um, yeah.” said Kurt as he suddenly remembered when and with whom Blaine had last had sex. His face morphed to sadness and Blaine looked to Kurt knowingly.

“Yeah, so … uh … how was your meeting yesterday?” asked Blaine in an attempt to change the subject.

“My what? Oh yeah, the big meeting. It went well ... I think they really liked my designs.”

“Yeah? Well I’m glad you found them.”

“Found them? I never -” Kurt started, but then he remembered his and Lotti’s plan. “ Yes, I’m glad I found them too.”

Blaine threw him a puzzled look. “Kurt, is everything okay?” he asked.

"What, besides you fucking Sebastian?" Kurt snapped.

Blaine was rendered speechless for a second. “Well, um, I just mean, you … um …” he stuttered. Kurt glared at him, pulled his hand free and stalked off. He didn’t really want to tell Blaine that he’d punched Sebastian … not yet at least.

Blaine hung back a moment unsure of what had just happened. He quickly caught up to Kurt.

“Kurt, I’m sorry - I know I really, really hurt you.” He said sadly.

“Mhmmm.” Kurt said.

“Yeah … um, okay yeah …” Blaine muttered, understanding that it would take a while for he and Kurt to get back how they used to, and if Kurt thought marriage counselling would help then he’d do anything. “I am really sorry, Kurt.”

“I know. It’s just hard you know, last time you had sex it wasn’t with me … I still see you two sometimes, when I close my eyes, in bed together … it just …” Kurt trailed off.

“Yeah I know, I was an ass.”

“Yeah, you were.” Kurt shrugged.

Blaine reached out to take Kurt's hand. He shuddered as he remembered Tuesday night and he snatched it away and continued to walk towards Nick and Jeff’s.

~~~

Kurt knocked on Nick and Jeff’s front door.

“There you are Kurt, where did you go?” Nick started, “Oh.” he said as Blaine peered around Kurt's back.

“Yeah, I was going to call but … it was all a bit, and then …” Kurt said, trailing off.

“Yeah, we understand Kurt.” said Jeff with a smile.

Kurt and Blaine entered the apartment. Kurt walked to their guest room with Jeff quickly following to help Kurt pack all of his things.

“Hey Blaine,” Nick murmured when Jeff was out of earshot “I think I might ask Jeff to marry me.”

“Nick, that’s amazing!” Blaine beamed, pulling his friend into a hug. “I’m so happy for you.”

Tears formed in Blaine's eyes as he remembered that Nick was the first person he told about wanting to propose to Kurt. He’d helped him choose the ring, the place, the right words … even talked to him when he was scared that Kurt might say no.

“Yeah, I’m worried he might not want to, though. I mean we’ve been dating for years … neither of us has expressed any want to get married. What if he’s just happy with us living together and just staying as we are?”

“Nick,” Blaine said “Jeff loves you - a lot. I’m sure that he’ll say yes … okay? And then you’ll be as happy as me and Kurt were.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Nick.”

“How - How are things with you two? I know he only came back last night, but what happened?”

“Well, we just talked really. He said he can’t forget it or forgive me for it yet, but he doesn’t want to lose me, and he’d like us to see a marriage councillor. But I’ll do anything for him to forgive me, to look at me with the adoration he used to.” Blaine sighed, tears springing in his eyes.

~~~
Meanwhile

“So Kurt,” said Jeff breezily. “What’s happening with you and Blaine?”

“Well - um, I told him that I can’t forget what he did, or really forgive him … at least not right now,” Kurt said as he walked to the dresser to pick up his hair products and face-creams. “He’s agreed to go to counselling, which I thought would be for the best, all things considering.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. He was kind-of hesitant at first but I gave my argument, and he accepted it. How are you and Nick doing? I never really asked when I stayed over, we were all a little busy.” Kurt gave a small laugh, putting the last of his clothes into the bag.

“We’re okay, I guess.”

“What’s happened?” said Kurt, placing his bag on the floor and pulling Jeff to sit down on the bed next to him.

“Nothing.” Jeff lied, Kurt gave him a heavy stare. “Okay, it’s just … do you think Nick will ever pop the question? I mean, we’ve been dating for years, almost as long as you and Blaine have been together. I don’t want to stay in a relationship where it’s going nowhere.”

“Well if he’s not going to ask, what’s stopping you asking him? If you love him, and want to spend the rest of your life with him then why don’t you? Nick loves you honey, I know he does. I’m sure he’d say yes.” Kurt smiled, holding back on the tears that prickled his eyes.

“Really?”

“Yes.” said Kurt, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “and you guys will be happy, and I’m almost certain you won’t find Nick fucking another guy.”

“Oh, Kurt, I - I” Jeff stuttered, unable to think of what to say.

“Jeff, its fine… I just - when I close my eyes I see them. I still love Blaine, but It really hurt me when I saw them in bed, the noises, it just …” Tears started to fall uncontrollably down Kurt’s face

“Kurt-“ started Jeff.

“Jeff, its fine, okay? Please don’t pity me.” said Kurt.

“Okay.” Jeff replied, pulling him closer and allowing him to cry on his shoulder. When Kurt had calmed down, they picked up Kurt's bag and left.

~~~

“Hey guys, you have a nice catch-up?” Kurt asked.

“Oh, um yeah.” A nervous-looking Nick replied.

Kurt looked confused and Blaine tossed him an ‘I’ll tell you later’ look.

“We should go, Blaine,” said Kurt.

“Uh, yeah … okay …” Blaine said, standing up. He gave Nick a quick hug and whispered ‘You should go for it’ into his ear.

The pair of them bid Nick and Jeff goodbye and left the apartment, and started the walk back through the park.

“So what did you and Nick really talk about?” asked Kurt as he bought them some sandwiches from a small caf� for lunch.

“Oh … well he wants to ask Jeff to marry him.” said Blaine, grinning.

“He does?!” said Kurt emphatically “Jeff wants to marry him, he was telling me … he doesn’t think Nick is interested, but I told him to just ask him.”

“Oh,” said Blaine “they are so cute together, aren’t they.”

“Yeah, I wonder who will propose first.” said Kurt excitedly.

“I think it’ll be Nick, really. He’s more …” Blaine waved his arms around trying to find the right words “… prepared, but then Jeff has persistence.”

“Ah, see I have a gut feeling they’ll both propose at the same time. They’re that in sync and know each other so well.”

“Haha … I guess we’ll see in time.” Blaine smiled.

Kurt and Blaine sat in the park all afternoon, just talking, laughing, remembering. They had fun, drinking coffee after coffee. It was getting on for six o’clock when they decided to go home.

“Come on” said Kurt, standing up and shouldering his bag. “Let’s go, I wanna cook you something nice for dinner.”

“Yummy.” Blaine grinned, getting to his feet. He stuffed his hands into his jacket, Kurt looped his arm through Blaine's and they set off back to their apartment.

~~~

When they arrived back at the apartment, Kurt put his stuff in his room, stuck some washing in the machine and banished Blaine to the living room.

As Kurt chopped the vegetables for the pasta a tune popped into his head. He could quite place it, kept playing over and over in his head, but he soon managed to find the lyrics.

~~~
Meanwhile

Blaine was sat on the couch, flicking though the TV guide, when he heard familiar lyrics coming from the kitchen, he walked over to the kitchen and peered inside.

No, he can’t be …

He is …

He remembered, after all this time … Blaine thought to himself.

He walked quietly into the kitchen, his eyes locked on Kurt.

“Remember when I wrote that for you?” Blaine asked, startling his husband as he walked into the kitchen.

Kurt stared at him blankly, suddenly a look of recognition appearing on his face.

“It was you’re 18th birthday … I couldn’t find the right present. I didn’t have much money so I couldn’t get something you really wanted so I wrote you that song. It was one of my best… it was written about my muse, after all” Blaine smiled, “It’s called -“

“'Don’t You', yeah I remember now … how could I forget? That was the best birthday present ever …”said Kurt as he started to dish up dinner.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kurt smiled weakly, turning to face Blaine.

Blaine walked over and looped his arms around Kurt's waist and stared deeply into his eyes … something was drawing him in. Kurt licked his lips. Blaine leaned in closer and pressed his lips briefly to Kurt's, but Kurt wouldn’t let him pull away, sliding his bottom lip between Blaine's, nibbling on his upper lip. His hand found its way to the back of his head and pulled him closer, swiping his tongue across Blaine's lower lip. Blaine parted his lips allowing Kurt in and they deepened the kiss, their teeth clashing clumsily. Kurt pushed himself and Blaine away from the counter and walked across the kitchen. He pushed Blaine against the wall, kissing him roughly.

“Kurt, Kurt, Kurt.” Blaine breathed, reluctantly trying to push Kurt off. Once he’d succeeded he continued, “I think we should stop, I’m … uh …” Blaine’s cheeks began to turn the most adorable pink colour.

“Yeah … um, me too!” said Kurt, straightening out his shirt. He walked back over to collect the dishes, plucked two forks out of the drawer and carried the dishes to the living room. They ate most of their dinner in silence, with the occasional “Kurt, the food you cook is amazing” and “Kurt, can you cook this every night?”

Kurt moved to wash the pots and pans when his phone began playing ‘Don’t Rain on My Parade’.

“Hey Rach!” said Kurt cheerily.

“Hey Kurt, what are you doing tomorrow?” she said at the other end.

“I don’t think Blaine and I are doing anything.” Kurt replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“You’re back at Blaine's?” she breathed excitedly.

“Yeah, I missed him and needed to see him, so I came back and we talked things over a little. We’re going to that marriage counsellor you suggested … I’ll phone him on Monday.”

“That’s great, Kurt! Well, I was wondering if you’d like to come round to ours for Sunday lunch?”

“Hang on a sec, Rach …” he said, “Blaine, want to go to for Sunday Lunch at Finn and Rachel’s tomorrow?” he called.

“Um – yeah, sure.” said Blaine from the living room.

“Yeah, that sounds lovely sweetie. Should we come over around 11ish? I could help in the kitchen.”

“Yes please, that’d be lovely, you know Finn’s useless.”

“I’m what?” Kurt heard Finn say.

“Nothing, darling. Okay, Kurt – we’ll see you and Blaine tomorrow. Love you”

“Love you too.”

“Okay, so we’re going over at eleven so I can help get the food ready, okay?” Kurt asked as he rejoined Blaine.

“Yep, that sounds great.” Blaine said, stifling a yawn. “Will you be joining me in bed this evening?”

“No Blaine, I think I still need time. Goodnight honey.” he said, pressing a soft kiss to Blaine’s cheek.

“Night, Kurt. Sweet dreams” Blaine sighed, watching his husband walk down the corridor to the guest room.