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“Good morning, beautiful.”
Blaine smiled, pressing his face further into his pillow for just a moment, having never been much of a morning person, but finding himself incapable of not feeling just a little bit better at Kurt’s words whispered into his ear. He sighed, giving himself just another moment of softness before he turned onto his back, blinking his eyes open and finding Kurt standing above him. “G’morning,” he said back, words soft and cracked with sleep. Kurt smiled down at him fondly, reaching to brush a curl off of his forehead.
“You better get up soon or you’ll miss the 8:13 train,” Kurt said in return, tapping Blaine’s nose and laughing when Blaine crinkled it up. “C’mon. I even managed to save you some hot water.”
“My hero.” Blaine yawned, stretching out on the bed a little and wincing at some residual soreness before he settled back. After another moment of just lying there, he finally pushed himself up and out of the bed. He smirked a little when he caught Kurt staring at his naked body, ducking his head as he went over to the en suite, shutting the door behind him.
He showered quickly, figuring that the lack of a hot water comment was probably a hint that Kurt had maybe let him sleep in too much – and there had been a lot of that lately, Kurt indulging Blaine as they both became more and more stressed as Kurt’s opening night approached – taking the time to use the body wash that Kurt liked; the kisses always lasted longer when Blaine used it over the generic Old Spice he couldn’t quite part with. He sang quietly in the shower, turning the water off and toweling his body dry. He made quick work of brushing his teeth and finger combing a bit of product into his hair while letting it air dry, stepping out of the bathroom and grinning at the scene in front of him.
Laid out on the bed were a few articles of Blaine’s clothes; a pair of pants and a shirt with a sweater vest, and then three different bow ties for him to choose from. Beside the bow ties, Kurt had laid down three separate pairs of socks, and placed two different pairs of shoes at the floor beside the bed. Blaine smiled, moving over and carefully looking over the shirt and pant combination, fingers tracing over the patterns on the bowties before making his selection and quickly changing. He couldn’t help the tiniest bit of excitement that washed over him; he always found the days where Kurt didn’t lay out any underwear to be the best. It meant he had something to look forward to that night.
He tossed his towel into the hamper beside the door before he left the bedroom, making his way down the hallway into the kitchen. He smiled and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s cheek before he took the seat beside him, taking a large whiff of the breakfast on the plate in front of him. “Pancakes? My favorite.”
“I know.” Kurt hummed, licking his lips free of syrup before he reached over and smoothed out Blaine’s collar, adjusting the bowtie beneath. “I like this color on you.”
Blaine absolutely beamed at Kurt, crinkling his nose again as he turned his attention back down to his pancakes. He had made the right choice after all; whenever he picked out the right bowtie, Kurt always rewarded him with the same compliment. If he ended up with one of the ones Kurt had picked but hadn’t picked, Kurt would reward him with an equally honest, “You look great today, Blaine.”
“Thank you, Sir,” he said quietly, and Kurt leaned over to press their lips together sweetly.
“You’re welcome,” Kurt said against his lips, kissing him once more before he pulled away and got up. He set his dish in the sink and moved to make his travel coffee mug. “Better hurry up, beautiful. You don’t want to miss your train.”
“I’m going, I’m going.” Blaine laughed, shaking his head as he finished off his pancakes and moved to set his own dishes in the sink. He smiled as Kurt placed a kiss to his lips, handing him a travel coffee mug. His body hummed quietly as Kurt traced his fingers down Blaine’s arm, coming to his wrist. He brought it up gently, pressing a kiss to the small leather cuff wrapped around his skin there.
“Have a good day, sweetheart,” he said quietly, squeezing his wrist. “I’m going to be home late – so just order whatever you want for dinner and pick a movie for us to watch when I get back, yeah?”
“Anything I want?”
“I trust you,” Kurt said with a smile. He kissed Blaine one more time before he moved away and out of the apartment, calling sweetly over his shoulder, “Love you!”
Blaine leaned back against the counter, bringing the travel mug up to his mouth. He took a sip and crinkled his nose again, smiling as he swallowed. Even after all these years, Kurt still knew his coffee order. “Love you too,” he murmured, leaving the apartment, the skin underneath his leather cuff still tingling.