Bright light drifted into the bedroom threw the gap in the curtains. Blaine rolled over and checked his phone that was lying on the bedside cabinet.

06:30AM, Mon, 5 new messages

He couldn't decide if he wanted to read the messages, get out of bed and go on with his day or put his phone below the opposite pillow until he was ready to re-join civilization.  

He was about to go with the latter until he thought,

"What if Kurt needs something"

Oh yeah, he's defiantly whipped, no need to let Puck know that. Still, it didn't stop him from opening the messages.

11:49PM, FROM: Rachel: BLAINE! CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU GET THIS, IMPORTANT BROADWAY SCOOP STRAIGHT FROM THE KEYBOARD OF PEREZ!!!!!!! XXX

Blaine couldn't deal with her right now, he was barely awake and still a little bitter about the 4am phone call he got when Rachel found out about the Footloose re-make.

12:03AM, FROM: Brittany: If anyone sees Lord Tubbington, tell him to come home right now. I know it was him who hid all my underwear. Santana said he told her.

Blaine smiled, that girl was too sweet.

04:39AM, FROM: Sebastian: Hey Killer, stranded at Scandals, can you cum, get me? ;)

Ugh, just...no.

04:44AM, FROM: Sebastian: Never mind, think I found the new love of my life, not going home tonight ;) call me tomorrow!

Great, now he was going to get "The Great Sex-capades of Sebastian Smyth, vol. 149" Just perfect.

6:29AM, FROM: Kurt: You look cute when you're sleeping....

"Wha....." Blaine mumbled, it was too early for a coherent sentence.

"You're too adorable in the morning." A voice in the distance seemed to be getting closer.

Oh yeah, Kurt slept over last night after their weekly movie and trash T.V night.

Blaine focused his eyes so he could see Kurt properly. His usually perfect hair was everywhere, and he was only wearing boxers and one of Blaine's t-shirts making him look like a freaking model and his eyes where a lot brighter than usual, maybe something to do with his energy level or the fact Blaine seems to think the sun shines out of his butt and he gets more and more perfect every time Blaine looks at him. Whatever it was, Blaine loved it.

"So, B, what do you want to do today? We can do whatever we want! Isn't Summer awesome?! We could go shopping or go hang out with the guys and girls or we could go a hike, oh maybe just a walk. Later we should go to the theater; I mean there HAS to be something watchable, even if it is a kid's thing. Let's do dinner tonight, I'll cook. We can have chicken or steak, I saw this amazing recipe on GMA, it was pasta with different vegetables and herbs in it, don't worry I won't put in anything you don't like then we can make cupcakes after, you can lick the bowl if you want. B? Blaine, sweetie? BLAINE! Crap, I lost him."

Kurt waved his hand in front of Blaine's face, tying to get him to come back down to earth. Blaine looked up at Kurt with an expression that would put any puppy to shame.

"Sorry babe, zoned out, too early"

Kurt laughed at his boyfriend's purely innocent expression before kissing him on the cheek.

"It's fine honey, did I ramble again?"

 Blaine nodded, making him look slightly like a 5 year old being asked if they ate the last cookie. Damn, this boy couldn't be real.

"OK, how about this," Kurt said looking into Blaine's eyes, hoping it would stop him from drifting again, "What do you want to do today?"

"Sleep, cuddle, eat, watch movies, cuddle" Blaine's filter must be hiding along with his ability to formulate a sentence.

Kurt laughed but he secretly felt like he was throwing away an entire day, anything to keep his boyfriend happy.

"OK sweetie, go back to sleep."

"Really?" Blaine never got to knowingly do nothing all day. Kurt lived by live like it's your last.

"Yeah, really, you dork." Kurt laughed and shifted himself and Blaine so that he had Blaine almost totally across his lap and stated to rub his shoulder softly.

"Now, sleep, before I decide we should go a 50 mile walk"

Blaine didn't need telling twice, as he started to drift back into Nowhere Land he noticed his complete lack of guilt. After all, they had all Summer to go walks, hang out with friends and generally be productive.