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"Blaine..." I mumble turning over finding myself covered in sheets, but I can't smell the familiar scent of vanilla anywhere and this bugs me, a lot. "Blaine?" I repeat scared, I've gotten so used to sharing the same bed with him, sleeping only of course; but if he's not there- I can't just, I unravel. "Wow, Kurt; calm down. I'm here silly." Blaine says, I sit up as fast as the lightning sound comes in our room. Crap. It's raining. I see his curly bob of dark brown hair and I can't help but smirk, he hasn't gotten around to gelling it yet, he must have just had a shower, and I was correct; he was wearing a towel that ended at his knees; and my face heats up to a crisp when I realize he isn't wearing a shirt; and that he notices I'm checking him out. His crooked grin turns into a smirk, at the same time a see a flicker of laughter in his hazel eyes, but as I suspected it goes away as soon as I blink.
"Put a shirt on." I mumble throwing his pillow at his head, he laughs and I try not to swoon; realizing how perfectly in harmony his laughter seems to be. I moan turning around to see the time, it's five am. I throw my pillow on top of my head and groan massively into the sheets. "Kurt. Work in one hour. Come on. Otherwise I'll kiss you." Blaine proposes, I laugh; I quickly end my laughter as I see Blaine's confused face. "Well, in that case- I'll defiantly stay in bed." I reply grinning. He rolls his hazel eyes at me, but he still leans forwards and kisses my forehead. I nearly gasp as I can feel his breath on my mouth, he pauses just on top of my lips; I let the moment sink in as I feel the warm breath linger across my lips. He backs away and grabs his clothes from our drawers and heads back into the bathroom in our apartment.
I pause trying to reach back into reality, I nearly punch the pillow with annoyance; the boy likes to tease me, I'll tell you that much. I throw on my work clothes, grinning as stretch my arms, I hate waking up. I grab my toiletries bag and head into the bathroom, where I find Blaine fully changed into his normal suit, though I realize for some strange reason he's taking even longer to gel his hair today. Our arms accidentally touch as I turn on the cold water, it feels like sparks fly everywhere. I try to ignore the fact as I make the water warm, I grab the facecloth and put it in the sink, making sure it's fully warm before turning of the taps and place it on my face for a minute before taking it off and putting it back on it's rack. Blaine just stares at me, like he's trying to figure something out.
I do my daily routine, pondering over ice tea or vanilla flavoured moistener. "I like Vanilla better." Blaine suddenly says, I notice he's finally finished gelling his hair, he's leaning against the wall and waiting for me to choose. I go with his suggestion; once I'm done I step back to admire my work. Blaine grins at me, I send him a crooked smile which seems to make his face tense; but I've been with him long enough to realize this means he is nervous. I like making him nervous, it's cute.
We head out and I grab my phone, money and bag before leaving the apartment, we hug to say our goodbyes as I head in the opposite direction than him. I guess that happens when I'm a fashion stylist and he's in films, like his brother Cooper. Realizing I have to have a whole new line of cloths ready for the fashion shoot this morning, I start running to work, accidentally bumping into people on the way earning very dirty looks from each of them. As I finally reach work, I enter the huge building and find everyone I know in there. Rachel may have gotten into her dream college, but she still models for me now and then, and It makes my job so much funnier; I'm glad that I requested her to help me choose the clothes, I know I don't need help- but hey, why not? I mean... I've got to fit in a social life somewhere in my busy seclude.
Thanks for reading, next chapter will be Blaine's point of view... No flames please... River Potter.