kurt.

          Hands resting underneath his pillow and quietly listening in on the sound of Blaine’s gentle breaths, piercing blue eyes couldn’t help but stare at the sight of his naked boyfriend still soundly asleep beside him; the previous night’s events playing over and over in the back of his mind and lips curled up into an all too adoring smile as he lay, comfortably awake on his side of the bed and with not one ounce of regret about leaping headfirst into previously banned territory. Opening night had turned out to be even better than either of them could have anticipated. The decision to go to Blaine’s house, while admittedly bold and definitely something far beyond his comfort zone at the time, providing the perfect ending to a successful first glee club performance and all things Scandals and Sebastian forgotten as they had spent their first of hopefully many more together.

          “Good morning,” he uttered, breaking the silence in an almost whisper; butterflies causing a significant uproar deeply within his chest as hazel eyes finally stared back at him.

      Even as they slept, Blaine seemed to seek out the warmth of Kurt’s body.  Bare toes touched the edge of a slender calf.  More than once his knee snuck over to connect with Kurt’s. Though most of the night his arms wouldn’t rest until one or both were pulling his boyfriend close enough that he could press his cheek to bare skin and be lulled in and out of dreams with the rise and fall of Kurt’s chest.  It wasn’t until morning seeped in through the windows and caused the pale boy beside him to stir that Blaine finally separated from him and continued to drift in slumber unaware of being watched now that Kurt was awake.  Curls long fallen from last nights activities stuck to his forehead, eyelashes fluttered.  The weight of Kurt’s stare called to him in dreams–Blaine woke up face to face, eye to eye with the most beautiful sight he ever saw. Kurt. His Kurt and a myriad of blue green greeting him.  All at once last night came rushing back, his chest grew warm and his smile was utterly blissful when he took hold of Kurt’s forearm and settled in close enough that their foreheads touched.

      “Good morning,” Blaine whispered back and his leg tangled between both of Kurt’s.  “Did you sleep okay?  How long have you been up?”  Voice hushed in tone, groggy with sleep but so so so content.