Kurt rolled over and sighed happily. It was that blissful state of waking, where it’s natural and peaceful and your body is slowly becoming away of itself again.  His room was warm, heated by the morning Ohio sun and it was so peaceful and quiet. His sheets were soft and he snuggled down into them and- oh! That wasn’t his bed.

“Mmm, mmmorning,” a voice came and Kurt automatically burrowed closer.

“Morning, Blaine,” Kurt sighed as he felt an arm wrap around him and pull him close.
Because this wasn’t Ohio. Slowly waking up he realised that what he thought was silence was the actually quiet hum of New York on a Sunday morning when he didn’t have to get up or work if he didn’t want to. It was almost a part of him now, built into him. It wasn’t the Ohio sun that was warming his bedroom back in Lima it was the New York sun that was warming not only his room but his apartment, (even though technically it was the same sun and it was their apartment).

Kurt gave Blaine a lazy through the fabric of his shirt and settled his head on his chest. “Don’t move, want to sleep,” Kurt hummed with another sigh. Blaine’s chest bounced a little as he chuckled.

“Anything for you,” he promised with a kiss to Kurt’s hair.

Yes, Kurt loved sleepy mornings.