Blaine woke with a start, and didn't open his eyes right away. He reveled in the warmth and comfort of his bed, and that spectacular feeling of waking, knowing you don't have to rush to get yourself up. He gently opened his eyes, and smiled at the sight of the sleeping boy next to him, whose nose was pressed up against his shoulder. "God, he's beautiful." Blaine thought as he took in the marvelousness that was his boyfriend. He was perfect. His skin was like fine porcelain, not a mark or blemish scarring it. His hair, usually exactly in place, without one tiny piece out of order, was all messed up, and it looked so adorable he would have taken a picture, but didn't want to wake him. Although he looked like an angel when sleeping, Blaine wished he were awake so he could see his eyes. His eyes. They were this amazing mixture between gray and blue, and he felt like he could stare into them for days on end. He laid his head back onto the pillow, closed his eyes, and snuggled into the fluffy mess of blankets covering his bed.