The alarm buzzed annoyingly, disturbing the two men from their slumber. As the slightly taller man stretched out an arm to shut it off, his partner snuggled in closer. Their left hands glinted slightly in the light morning sun. Alarm shut off, the taller man ducked back under the covers, before rolling over onto his other side. Neither were in a hurry to get up, not this morning. The shorter man, with dark curls, opened his eyes as the other man trailed his fingers, brushing the curls out of his eyes. Glasz met hazel and the blue eyed mans fingers traced the side of the curly man's face. No words were said; they just held each other's gazes. Without a word, the shorter man lean in, capturing the others lips in a tender kiss. That kiss epitomised their relationship. He took advantage of the slightly closer proximity and settled down again, wrapping his arms back around his partner's waist. The taller man rested his head against his chest, taking in his steady heartbeat. They shifted, the curly haired man on to his back, the blue eyed man moving accordingly. He moved his fingers from face to ribs, still trailing gently. Playing.
After what felt like hours, he felt fingers trace his own face, and tilted his head to look up, to find glowing hazel eyes staring back at him. He smiled softly, and quietly giggled, still not quite daring to believe it. He had met the man of his dreams in his junior year, and even now it was surreal, 10 years on.
As if on cue, his phone buzzed.
'Dude, why don't you go pour some rat poison in the old folks jello, or visit the Garglers? The Warblers. Whatever, go see what they're up too. So when am I cashing in on that favour. Happy anniversary bros!'
'Do I even need to ask?' the voice asked.
He just grinned and settled back down onto his stomach.
'Puck's customary November 9th text. He still believes I owe him.'
'Well, I'm the one who owes a bird.' Blaine muttered. Kurt giggled.
'Come on then.' He said, dragging himself off of Blaine's stomach.
'Where are we going?' Blaine asked. Kurt smiled at him.
'We have an old friend to visit.'
'Who do we need to visit today of all days?' Blaine asked, slightly annoyed. He wanted his husband's undivided attention.
'Not who, what.' Blaine still looked confused.
'Once upon a time, there was a pretty building. It was a school for boys, and the interior was nearly more daunting than the exterior. Underneath a gorgeous glass and cast iron decorated dome, stood a staircase.' Blaine grinned, cutting Kurt off.
'And on that staircase stood two young boys. Fate brought them together, but, incredibly, didn't try to tear them apart.'
