Kurt swung his hand blindly around, searching out the button that would stop the obnoxious blaring that was currently emanating from his alarm clock. It was six AM, and Kurt had not managed to solidly fall asleep until four. Blaine and his "friend" had gone at it until the sun came up and thankfully passed out around 3:30. Every time Kurt would start to slip into unconsciousness the groaning and banging and squeaking would start back up.

Needless to say he was a bit pissed off. Sure Blaine was drunk, but he knew very well that Kurt woke up earlier on work days so he would have time to perform his morning skin care routine and pick out a fabulous outfit. He hoped that the girl was gone by the time Blaine actually woke up and came out of his room so Kurt could give him a piece of his mind without the audience.

He stretched languidly and groaned, coming to terms with the fact that if he was going to be ready on time he had to get out of bed. He grabbed the towel that was hanging off of his desk chair and stumbled sleepily towards the shower. As he was massaging his expensive shampoo into his hair he let his mind drift. Unfortunately, his mind drifted to inappropriate places; and though he was still tired a certain part of his body decided that it wanted to wake up. The sounds of Blaine moaning passionately the night before were now running through his mind and he couldn't help but let his hand slide down his body and wrap around his morning erection.

Now that there were not the high pitched feminine squeals permeating his ear drums he could really enjoy it. He could imagine all the ways he would pull those noises from Blaine himself. He imagined how glorious Blaine would look; eyes squeezed shut as he writhed in pleasure beneath him and fisted his hands in the sheets. Kurt's breath hitched as his thumb swiped the pre cum that had begun leaking from his erection with his thumb. Just then he heard footsteps and the door knob jiggled.

"Kurt? Are you in there? I hate to interrupt your shower but I really need to pee!"

Kurt blushed as he heard the voice of the very man he had been fantasizing about moments ago. He knew it was wrong on so many levels, but hearing his voice and knowing he was right on the other side of the door only turned him on more. He did his best to sound normal as he continued stroking himself but attempted answer Blaine.

"Y-y-yeah, just hold on a second. I—ah –I just put shampoo in my hair." Kurt knew his voice was shaking, but he just couldn't stop himself. He shoved his fist in his mouth to stifle his moaning as he came in thick white stripes all over the shower wall. Feeling the blush rising in his cheeks he hurried to clean off the wall and shut off the water. He grabbed his towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist before swinging the door open to see a very uncomfortable looking Blaine.

"Sorry, it's all yours," Kurt said softly while trying to avoid Blaine's eyes. He knew he was still blushing and he didn't think looking into the eyes of the man he just jerked off too wouldt help the situation too much.

"Thanks roomie. Meet you in the kitchen for breakfast in twenty?"

"Oh yeah sure thing," Kurt answered hurriedly just wanting to get to his room as soon as possible. Blaine only nodded, and as soon as he shut the door Kurt took off in the direction of his room. He closed the door and slid down onto the floor forgetting that he was still only in his towel. What is wrong with me? He wondered. Blaine is my friend. You are not supposed to jerk off to thoughts of your straight best friend in the shower. Come in Kurt Hummel, get it together.

By the time Kurt was ready for work and walking into the kitchen Blaine was already sitting at the table with breakfast in front of him.

"I made you breakfast so you wouldn't be late, and before you say anything it is all perfectly healthy so sit down and eat." Blaine had a stern look on his face, but there was an undertone of laughter in his voice that made Kurt smile.

"Thank you. Sorry I took so long," he said with a slight blush. He looked down at the table and saw that Blaine was indeed right the food was healthy, and it looked delicious. He had made him an egg white omelet with wheat toast and fruit on the side. Kurt tried to be polite and hide his surprise. Blaine wasn't usually very good in the kitchen. In fact Kurt normally did whatever he could to keep the other man out of the kitchen all together. Darn it, Kurt thought. He is being so sweet and he is smiling that smile and there is no way I can be mad at him.

Kurt sat down as Blaine relayed information to him about what would be expected of them at work that day.

"So Wes is bringing in some new guy for us to listen to, and if he fits the bill I guess we'll sign him. Since Nick and Jeff are both busy helping out Mercedes with her new album already it will be our job to work with him."

Kurt reached for his coffee and let the soothing warmth seep through the mug and into his fingers as he inhaled the rich familiar scent. Blaine was still talking, but as Kurt sipped his drink he let out a loud groan of pleasure.

"Oh my god," he drew out in a string of slurred syllables, "You are officially making my coffee every morning."

Kurt placed his mug back on the table and looked up at Blaine when he remained silent. Blaine had a slightly uncomfortable look on his face and appeared to be enraptured by Kurt's face.

"What? What is it? Is there something on my face?" Kurt began furiously scrubbing at his face in embarrassment when he felt a warm hand pulling his away.

"No no, calm down," Blaine said with a smile. "I was just umm zoned out for a minute sorry."

"Oh," Kurt replied. Now he was even more embarrassed by his overreaction to something that wasn't even there. He felt that pesky blush rising to his cheeks again and blew out a sigh of frustration. It seemed his face was just going to be permanently red all morning.

While he was absorbed in his embarrassment Blaine had picked up their dishes to leave in the sink and came back carrying both their bags.

"Come on or we'll be late," he chuckled as he tossed him his bag and headed for the door.

Kurt followed him and exited through the door that Blaine was currently holding open, ever the dapper young gentleman. As he passed by he felt a warm breath on his neck and a low voice whispered in his ear, "You don't ever need to be embarrassed in front of me. I think you are absolutely adorable."

Kurt froze as Blaine shut and locked the door. He felt more blood rushing to his face, but this time he couldn't quite bring himself to mind.