I love the way you say "Good Morning."

Shane could forget many things. However, the one thing he never forgot was to greet Reed a good morning. No matter where he was, no matter what the time difference was, or if they were in bed together or several miles apart.

[7:48 AM] Shane: Good morning, love! I miss you.

It was nearing 9 o'clock in the morning when Reed woke up and read Shane's text. Reading it somehow brought him out of his sleepy state. Shane was currently in Seattle, along with the rest of the dance company he was apart of, at some convention for the week.

Have a wonderful morning and I hope you slept in, because some of us were cursed with the burden of having to wake up at 5 AM to catch a flight on a Sunday. See you in a couple weeks. Love, S.

Shane had to wake up extra early that morning to catch a flight with Blaine to visit their parents in California for spring break. The previous night, the Reed had stayed up with Shane to 'finish last minute packing'. Which really, meant that Shane hadn't even started packing yet.

Reed felt a tickle on his nose. Fluttering his eyes open, he noticed that part of his vision was blocked by something yellow. Reaching his hand to touch his face, he found that Shane had stuck a post-it on his nose. It read: Your side table is kinda messy. So I figured you'd have a better chance finding this here. Good morning! –S.

Shane winced when he heard the rustle of the duvet when Reed stirred. Reed turned over to face Shane, who was just getting out of the bathroom and changed into civilian clothing.

"Where y'going?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Shane turned off the light in the bathroom, noticing the sky turning a faint blue through the curtains. He leaned his front on his side of the bed, propping himself up on his forearms.

"I'm just dropping off Blaine and Kurt at the airport, remember?" he whispered. "It's still really early. I'll be back before you wake up, 'kay?"

The blonde boy nodded and moved further down into the duvet. "Mmkay."

A few hours later, Reed awoke and felt arms around him; Shane's arms, in particular. He turned over to face him, and snuggled his face in Shane's chest.

"Hmm?" Shane hummed with his eyes still closed.

"G'morning," Reed said, but it came out slightly muffled.

Shane only pulled Reed closer and smiled. "Good morning."

And you take me the way I am.