The concept of waking up to a being lying beside him, was one Kurt Hummel-Anderson had yet to grasp. He had been waking up to Blaine for about seven years now. Yet, every morning, without fail, Kurt was surprised to find Blain's body deep in slumber only inches away from him. On this particular morning he was awaken by the sound of their cat, Ernestina, meowing and clawing at the door, wanting to flee from the master bedroom. Kurt rose from his warm bed to open the door.
"Silly Kitty." He cooed while petting the cat, as a good morning.
"Kurrrt.." Blaine's whine broke the morning silence, as it often did.
"Yes dear?" he asked innocently, though he knew full well he was about to get yelled for coming home late for the fourth time this week.
"Why weren't you here when I feel asleep?" Blaine asked sadly, now he was sitting upright, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head as if trying to jolt himself awake.
Kurt bit his lower lip and joined Blaine back on the bed, resting his head in his husband's lap.
"Oh, that. Well, it's going to be winter soon. And we're getting so many pitches for spring musicals every day. Its auditions and paperwork all day long. I'm so sorry. I'd rather be here with you." Kurt told him, screwing his eyes shut and letting out a yawn just thinking of the long hours he spent at the theater.
Kurt had majored in musical theater at NYU, which is where he met Erick, his dorm mate. Erick was majoring his business, he wanted a business of his very own one day. After many failed auditions and job interviews, Erick proposed to Kurt that they find a rundown theater and renovate into a beautiful home for fine arts entertainment. Kurt quickly agreed and a partnership. They found their diamond in the ruff soon after that. A large abandoned theater with mold and broken seats was transformed into the Elizabeth Theater, Home of the Arts. While it was fortunate that business was booming, it's downfall was the miniscule amount of free time it left Kurt.
Now, he felt Blaine's light fingers ghost over the tired bags under Kurt's eyes.
"I missed you." Blaine said simply.
And Kurt smiled, knowing that, as always, Blaine forgave him. And, as always, Kurt was grateful.
"I missed you, too." He breathed. Keeping his eyes shut, he drifted off to sleep. And even though in the light stages of his slumber he felt Blaine's touch, or a shift in bed, when he awoke he'd be happy and surprised that his husband was still there.
When Kurt awoke again, he was wrapped in Blaine's arms, with a little body snuggled between them, their daughter, Belle. Kurt stretched his long legs and wrapped his arms around Belle, drawing her even closer so he could kiss her hair.
"Good Morning, Daddy." She whispered, cuddling into his arms.
"Morning " He yawned. "What have you been up to, baby?" Kurt was suspicious. Usually Belle was too active and fidgety to even sit down for dinner, let alone lay down in bed with no proper entertainment.
"Honey, I love you. But please don't talk!" Blaine shushed him and nudged him toward the television which was screening The Little Mermaid. Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled. His husband hadn't let go of his immense infatuation with Disney movies and had led his daughter into a deep rooted love for them as well.
Kurt extracted himself from his family to cook them breakfast. Sundays tended to be fairly lazy around the Hummel-Anderson's. They went grocery shopping, took Belle to the park, and had dinner at Burt and Carole's house. Kurt's parents had lived happily in Ohio until two years ago, when Kurt and Blaine had announced that they were going to have a baby (via surrogate). Burt wanted a close relationship with his granddaughter so he packed up and moved to suburb in up state New York. Finn had originally moved to New York, along with Kurt, Blaine and Rachel. After the messy break up with Rachel, he had moved to Philadelphia and was finally 'finding himself' while teaching Music Theory classes at a community college.
Kurt had the home phone in hand, dialing Carole, when it rang abruptly. He picked up phone quickly, noticing the strange number flashing on his caller ID.
"Hummel-Anderson residence. This is Kurt." He spoke his name to insure the caller on the other line that he was not a woman.
"Kurt?" A high pitched voice squealed on the other end. And he knew exactly who he was talking to. That voice belonged to the ever-talented Rachel Berry.
"Rach!" He squealed back excitedly, shifting from one foot to the other.
"How on earth are you? How's Blaine? How's my Belle?" Rachel asked, speaking rather quickly.
"I'm just amazing. Belle started kindergarten and I'm still a little wary about it all. Blaine's production company just assigned him a great new artist. Oh! And I'm currently looking for a spring musical to hold at the theater. What about you?" Kurt took a seat on a high school by the kitchen island. Rachel and Kurt hadn't spoken much in the past couple months and he was wondering if his perpetually single friend had finally found someone to love.
"I'm amazing, as always." Rachel said giggling. " Actually this is a business call. A friend of mine wants to put on West Side Story! I have the guaranteed part of Maria, but we're still looking for a theater to pick up the production. Do you get what I'm hinting at, Hummel?"
Kurt sighed as he listened to his friend closely. While Kurt himself adored West Side Story, Erick did not. Erick had his eyes on picking up the British version of Peter Pan the Musical. Kurt felt that the show was too long and its set was to complex, he wasn't sure if the revenue would pay off the needed renovations.
"God." He moaned. "Rach, I cannot say anything for now. But find yourself a Tony and you have an audition to serenade my partner. Okay?"
"Thank you, Kurt! Though it'll be hard to find a man with vocal styling as lovely as mine, I guess I'll make do with whoever I find. Ohhhh! Can you imagine? We haven't done a show together in years!" Rachel rambled arrogantly, in true Berry fashion. "Let's celebrate! We should have a New Directions dinner party!"
The idea surged excitement inside of Kurt. He hadn't seen much of his old friends, and he missed them dearly. With a rapidly growing daughter and his job beating him to the floor, he could think of nothing better than to have a glass of wine with his dear friends.
"Let's do it! Are you free on Saturday?"
After a long conversation figuring out the details Kurt rushed up the stairs to ask Blaine if they could even host the dinner party that he had already offered their house for. He found Belle, dark hair everywhere, and laughing as her Papa swung her around to Kiss the Girl for the umpteenth time. Kurt smiled, leaning against the doorway. When Belle was first born, Blaine was so careful with the baby, not wanting to hurt her. But nowadays though Blaine threw his daughter high in the air and swung her until she complained about her dizziness, his only worry was making sure she knew how much he loves her.
"Papa!" Belle squealed "Papa,I want to watch the rest of the movie!"
"Alright, princess, I'll set you down." Blaine let her fall from his arms and into the comfortable bed. Belle giggled before curling up with the cat to let the rest of Ariel's story unfold in front of her. Kurt waved Blaine over to the bathroom, and Blaine followed happily, only after mussing Belle's hair with an insane amount of kisses. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's slim waist and kissed his shoulder, once they were in the bathroom.
"Where's my breakfast, lazy bones?" He asked between kisses. Kurt smiled and turned around facing the slightly shorter man, so he could press his lips fully unto his. After a decade of being together, kisses from Blaine still sent a certain electricity wiring in his veins and spreading through his bones. He reluctantly pulled away when the kiss became to heated, remembering that their innocent daughter was in the next room. Blaine whimpered at the loss and hung his head, looking like a kicked puppy. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and laughed.
"Sorry, baby." He said, rubbing their noses together. "We have more important matters to discuss"
Blaine raised his eyebrows, interested and encouraging Kurt to go on.
"I know that next Saturday was our date night.. but I was wondering if there was any way at all, that instead of going out to eat we can stay here and throw a dinner party for our friends instead? Please, honey? Pleeease?" Kurt asked, batting his long eyelashes, hoping his husband would crumble.
Blaine sighed heavily. He had really missed Kurt, lately. And wanted to have him alone to himself for at least one night. However he made the bad mistake of looking into Kurt's eyes. They were his weakness. They always had been. Blaine could forget the world and get happily lost in the ocean blue pools placed delicately on his husband's face. He sighed once again, knowing that Kurt had won.
"We can have this dinner party on two conditions. The first is that you kiss me again an-" Blaine was interrupted by Kurt's lips crashing onto his own. His eyelids fluttered shut as he felt Kurt's tongue explore his mouth before waltzing with his own tongue, making him moan. When they finally pulled away, they were left panting. "The second.." Blaine said breathing heavily as he spoke "Is that the weekend after next, you are mine. Mine. Completely. Belle goes to Grandpa Hummel's house and we finally get to be together. Okay?" Kurt felt a shiver go up his spine as Blaine spoke, he wanted so badly to be his right now, but there was no time for that, he had a party to plan.
"I'm yours." Kurt agreed to the deal and kissed Blaine's neck chastely. "Yay! We're having a dinner party. I need to call Quinn and Brit, and Mike, maybe see if Finn would come up here." He kissed Blaine again.
"Dadddiiiies!" A shrill voice called from the bed. "Ursula's going to eat everyone ot something and I'm scared!"
"Duty calls." Blaine told him, interlacing their fingers, as he pulled Kurt back toward the bedroom.