Kurt woke up to chilled air in his nose and lungs from the much needed air conditioning cooling off the apartment from the sultry summers of New York. His mind registered a nearby source of warmth under the covers and he cuddled towards it. He heard the soft sigh of his wife as she pulled closer to his chest.
At one time, he would have laughed at himself for this, being in a relationship with Rachel. He ran his hand through her long hair as she lay on his shoulder. It was comforting, feeling so close to her even in their sleep.
He opened his eyes in the darkness, focusing on the scant glimmer of a sunrise in the window. It was still early yet, much too soon to be up and about in their new apartment. There were still boxes upon boxes scattered around everywhere, but at least they had managed to get sheets on the bed before falling asleep exhausted on top of it.
Kurt didn't even want to think where the coffeemaker was, much less all the things he would need to make a decent enough cup to get him going through the day. He nearly laughed when he noticed Rachel buried up to her nose under the covers. The central air conditioning worked much better than it ever did at their old place. Kurt would have to keep that in mind when setting the thermostat.
He focused on the bare wall in front of him, trying to picture all their things once everything was in order. If he looked around the room, he could see their dresser and other furniture pushed all together on one wall. The movers had left it like such because neither one of them had any idea in the end how they wanted to set up the room.
The only thing that had made it up in the room was the mirror that Rachel insisted on hanging because every time they had brought a box of clothes or an armload for the bathroom she had nearly kicked it. Neither one of them were that particularly superstitious, but they weren't taking chances. Starting off married life in a new apartment with a broken mirror would have put a damper on the newness and joy of it all.
If you could call packing up your life and expecting it to fit in the back of a moving van joyful. He had glared at the movers whenever they would pick up the boxes and carefully packaged garment bags. If only he had a vehicle in New York, he would have carried his clothes and accessories himself.
Rachel whimpered and snuggled harder into his shoulder. In his sleepy thoughts, Kurt was beginning to think she had the right idea. He closed his eyes, relaxing against the pillows and wrapping an arm tighter around her waist.
Unpacking could wait. Right now he was content just to sleep.