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When Kurt wakes up Saturday morning he's still a little tired.

He fumbles for his phone before realizing it's completely dead because he forgot to plug it in last night when he went to bed. He wants to go back to sleep, but considering he must have already wasted half the morning – because Finn insisted they watch Rachel's latest musical obsession together when it came on at one in the morning – he figures he should get going and find his clothes for the day.

He hates wasting time when there are things to do. And he's pretty sure there is something he's doing today, but for the life of him he can't remember what with his brain so out of it.

It's when he nearly puts toothpaste on his face that he decides maybe he should get something to eat first. A less than perfect appearance for the day will never, under any circumstances, be acceptable. However he can suffer through another half an hour in the hopes that food will give him the energy to properly put himself together.

So when Kurt heads downstairs his eyes are half open, his hair is mussed and he's still in his pajamas.

He manages to make it to the first floor without any major stumbling but has to stop dead in his tracks when he walks in to the kitchen because sitting there with a cup of coffee and looking completely at home is his boyfriend.

"Blaine!" He squeaks.

The boy in question smiles brilliantly at him, eyes raking up and down the taller boy's body. "Good morning, sleepy head!"

Kurt blinks, trying to gather some form of comprehending thought. His expression changes from confused to horrified as he remembers what it was he had planned for today. He groans, placing his head in his hands, attempting to rub the sleep out.

"We had a date today didn't we?"

Blaine chuckles. "Carole told me Finn had you up late. We've got all day. I figure I can wait."

Kurt looked up at him dubiously. "Blaine, you know how long it takes me to go through my morning routine."

"We're going to a light show, Kurt. We have to wait for it to get dark first anyway."

"But the whole point of going early was to enjoy our time together at the park!"

He only smiles. "Take your time, Kurt. Honestly, I don't mind waiting for you." And he says it with such sincerity and affection that Kurt can only wonder how he managed to find someone as wonderful as Blaine Anderson.

Kurt smiles back. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"I've been told once or twice."

Kurt walks over to the fridge to pull out the milk jug and plants a kiss on the top of Blaine's head as he passes, almost absently. Blaine looks up at Kurt, a goofy grin on his face.

"I found a song yesterday that reminds me of us," he says.

"Oh?" Kurt asks as he pours some cereal into a bowl.

"You would do an incredible job singing it."

"I'm intrigued. What song would this be?"

"This Dance by Five For Fighting."

Kurt doesn't respond for a minute, too concentrated on trying to put the milk in the cupboard. Blaine's lips quirk. "You're adorable when you're tired."

Kurt scowls at him as he replaces the milk with the cereal box. He sits down and starts pushing all the cheerios under the white liquid with his spoon. There's a comfortable silence for a few seconds.

"Oh! What was this song you were talking about?"

Blaine can't hold in his laugh this time. He waves it off. "I'll show you later, hon."

Kurt doesn't notice the term of endearment Blaine doesn't normally use. He also doesn't notice how his eyes are practically glued to Kurt's shoulder, where some of the blue material has started to slip just slightly sideways. At least, not until he glances up.

"Blaine?" His boyfriend looks distracted, hazel eyes smoldering. When he speaks, his voice is rough.

"You realize I've seen you remarkably disheveled. And naked." Kurt feels his face heat up. "But I have never seen you in pajamas."

"Never?" he asks curiously. "You've slept over here before."

"Once, when I was drunk, Kurt. I'm pretty sure I was passed out the whole time you were wearing those." And he lets his eyes roam over Kurt's form once more. It clicks and Kurt smirks.

"Like what you see?"

Blaine is as calm as ever. "It's just…..intimate." He reaches his hand forward to brush against Kurt's. "And yes, you look hot right now."

Burt chose that moment to walk in, keeping Kurt from pulling Blaine into a kiss. But they smiled at each other, a promise for later. And when Kurt took longer than necessary to finish up in the kitchen, sashaying around teasingly, neither boy commented on it.