Monday mornings. For most teenagers, they were dreaded. But not for Kurt. Kurt loved the feeling of a new week, a fresh start. He revelled in getting up early and engaging in his morning routine. He loved having seven days worth of outfits to plan, especially since he was no longer restricted by the Dalton uniform.

As Kurt performed his morning facial skincare routine he pondered the possibilities of what to wear that day. He thought of some combinations, but nothing in particular seemed to stand out. Then he caught a glimpse of the polo that Blaine had accidentally left behind at Kurt’s the previous day after spending the night.

He couldn’t…could he?

But the idea was set in his mind. He grabbed the polo and went to investigate in his wardrobe for something to match. After much rummaging, and even more trial of clothing, he found a look he liked and settled on it. Kurt quickly fixed his hair, grabbed his bag and made to leave the house. Blaine was meeting him at the Lima Bean for a breakfast date before school. It was wonderful going to the same school as Blaine again - the few weeks they’d had to spend apart had been horrible, and Kurt loved that now he could walk hand in hand down the hallways with his boyfriend.

Before Blaine, before Dalton, he used to sit in the choir room and be surrounded by couples. He’d watch them get together and break up like puzzle pieces trying to arrange themselves correctly, but he’d never quite fitted in with them. He was always on the outside, like he was looking through a window at them. But now he had Blaine, and it didn’t hurt quite so much to go to Glee when Blaine was there to hold his hand. Blaine was Kurt’s missing puzzle piece.

Kurt thought about this as he hurried downstairs with a dreamy smile, and promptly collided with his father at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hey Dad!” he called as he sidestepped around him and headed for the front door.

Burt stared after him, wondering where Kurt found the energy to be so chirpy. Finn had just stepped out of the kitchen and Burt felt he was wearing an expression much more appropriate for any morning - his mouth was half-open in a yawn, whereas his eyelids were drooping. Finn tiredly watched Kurt go and then as the door swung closed behind him, he remarked;

“I thought that was Blaine’s shirt?”

Burt gaped at Finn.

* * * * *

As Kurt turned into the car park for the Lima bean, he spotted Blaine leaning against his own car, already waiting for him. Kurt pulled in beside him and grinned when Blaine opened the door for him.

“Hi.” Blaine grinned, and Kurt laughed.

“So very gentlemanly, thank you!” He jumped out of his car and found that he was blocked by Blaine, who hadn’t moved. In fact, Blaine was staring at him very intently.

“Is that-“ he began, his voice suddenly very deep, “Is that mine?” Kurt followed Blaine’s gaze down to his chest and realised what Blaine was affixed on.

“Oh, yes, um, sorry, I didn’t think you’d mind, I can take it off if you’d like? It’s just that, well, it’s yours and it reminds me of you. It still smells like you and it’s really comforting and I’m sorry if that’s really creepy oh my god it is really creepy. I’ll take it off just give me a -” Kurt’s rant was interrupted by Blaine surging forward and kissing him.

Kurt responded eagerly and immediately, although he wasn’t sure where this kiss had come from. They didn’t get many chances to make-out, what with Burt’s ever watchful eye or the generally homophobic residents of Ohio, so Kurt wasn’t going to refuse a kiss. One of Blaine’s hands was clutching Kurt’s face, and the other was leaning against the doorframe by Kurt’s head. Kurt’s hands were both tightly wound in the lapel of Blaine’s jacket. He was just beginning to really get into the kiss when Blaine pulled back.

“I love it.” Kurt had to take a moment to understand exactly what it was Blaine loved because he had definitely gotten distracted by Blaine’s lips, but when he finally understood that Blaine liked Kurt in his clothes, Kurt grinned.

“Really?”

“Yes.” Blaine smiled gently, and then grabbed Kurt’s hand. “Shall we?”