After spending a few weeks settling in and getting used to each other, Kurt and Blaine finally had a system. Kurt got up first in the morning, rolling out of bed and into the shower. By the time he finished in the bathroom, he headed into the kitchen, following the smell of coffee. There was usually a mug sitting out for him as Blaine passed by him to take his own shower.
Kurt was out the door ten minutes later, Blaine leaving a half hour after that. Both of them had a tendency to embed themselves in their classes and school work so they normally didn't see each other again until after dinner Monday through Thursday.
This routine worked well for them. If one of them was running late, the other was there to help them get on their way. Also, Kurt was saving twenty dollars a week on coffee because Blaine insisted on making his (admittedly delicious) coffee for him.
Come mid-September however, Kurt realized that they rarely got to spend any time together. Kurt tended to be up at all hours working on his designs, and Blaine had a tendency to disappear into the practice rooms at school for days on end, especially when he had a performance approaching. One morning, after not seeing Kurt for more than thirty seconds in the past two weeks, Blaine decided to attempt some sort of communication.
They'd both quickly realized that neither of them were morning people. They could deal with others, but before they left the house? Forget about it. So instead of trying to talk to Kurt, Blaine pulled out a white board marker and began to write a note on the board on their fridge. "Good morning Kurt! I hope you have a lovely day. Mac and cheese dinner tonight?"
Thirty minutes later Blaine hopped out of the shower and wandered into the kitchen half dressed. He put a bagel in the toaster and was about to pull the cream cheese out of the fridge when he noticed the fresh writing on the board.
"It's raining out Blaine. Honestly. Mac and cheese sounds great though! I'm forcing myself to take a break tonight, so TV watching or something? We haven't talked in ages."
Blaine grinned brightly before writing below Kurt's note. "Sounds great! And rain is lovely what are you implying? Hate watch Treme? I noticed the DVR was full with it so... I hope you recorded it for hate watching otherwise this is awkward."
When Blaine got home that night, it was to find Kurt settled in on the coach, a few sketchbooks surrounding him. "Hey Kurt!"
"Hi," Kurt called, looking over his shoulder at Blaine. "Let me know when you're ready and I'll put my sketchbook away?"
"Sounds good," Blaine replied, grinning. He walked into his room, throwing his bag onto his bed before changing into his sweatpants and heading into the kitchen.
"I'll make the mac and cheese and then we can watch?"
"Sure! I'll just finish up with this sketch," Kurt replied cheerfully.
Twenty minutes later, they were snuggled under a blanket together, eating Mac and Cheese and insulting Treme, occasionally bursting into giggles at each other's comments. Two hours later, Kurt's head fell to rest on Blaine's shoulder. Looking over, a slight thrill going through his heart, Blaine realized the Kurt had in fact fallen asleep. While disappointed that the action had not been voluntary, Blaine still found it sweet that Kurt felt comfortable enough to not immediately jolt awake. After watching him for a moment, Blaine realized that he should probably turn off the TV and settle Kurt under the blanket a bit, and for the love of god stop staring at Kurt because that's really creepy, Blaine!
After staring a moment longer, Blaine begrudgingly tried to shift off the couch without disturbing Kurt. It was a difficult process, which was hindered by the cute snuffling noises Kurt made as Blaine moved him. It took him a few minutes but he finally succeeded in moving off the couch and laying Kurt down. He paused a moment, and then tucked the blanket around Kurt, who shifted slightly before sighing contentedly and stilling. With a smile, Blaine scooped up their dishes and brought them to the kitchen before heading to his own room. Tonight had been quite a success as far as the progress of their friendship was concerned; especially because they decided to instate a Treme watching night once a week.
Kurt woke suddenly to the sound of a dish clattering to the floor in the kitchen and a whispered curse.
"What?" he groaned, sitting up and glancing around the dark room while rubbing the crick in his neck.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up," Blaine's voice came from the kitchen. "I was trying my best to stay quiet," he said, poking his head out the doorway sheepishly.
"I fell asleep while we were watching Treme last night, didn't I?"
"Yeah… I wasn't sure if I should wake you up or not. I made you some breakfast though?" he offered.
"Next time you should wake me up - god, this couch might look nice, and be comfortable to sit on, but it's a killer on the neck." He massaged his neck for a moment before glancing back up at Blaine. "What time is it even?"
"Nine am? Your schedule says you don't have to be anywhere until later so I figured it would be fine to let you sleep…"
"It's Saturday right?" Kurt asked, slumping back down on the couch with a groan.
"Yup!" Blaine replied. "You want me to bring you coffee and pancakes?"
"Would you? That would be amazing."
"They'll be done in… five minutes maybe? I just want to finish with this batch."
"Of course," Kurt said, watching Blaine duck back into the kitchen with a nod. "I'm just going to go take a quick shower or something, god this couch is awful," Kurt mumbled as he swung his feet onto the floor. "There's no way anyone can actually sleep on this."
"It pulls out into a bed!" Blaine called out from the kitchen. "It's probably a bit more comfortable."
"Ugh, well, either way, don't let me sleep on it ever again."
A few hours later, Kurt showed up at the diner for his eight hour shift, still trying to get the crick out of his neck.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Dani greeted him cheerfully as he walked over to her to get his table assignment.
"Well aren't you energetic this morning," he replied with a grin. "Good night last night?"
"The best. Santana and I-"
"Nope, no. Stop right there," Kurt interrupted, covering his ears as he noticed a wicked glint in her eyes. "I don't need details. I'm just happy to hear you had a good time."
"Okay, okay," she laughed, pulling his hands off his ears. "I won't say anything else. How was your evening?"
Kurt shrugged, rolling his neck as he tried to get rid of the kink. "It was good."
"That's all I get? Wait- why are you doing that?" she asked, eyeing his neck. "Did you have a sleepover? A naughty sleepover?"
"Oh my god Dani," Kurt said, his voice going up. "No, I did not, thank you very much. We're at work!"
"Would your answer be different if we weren't at work?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No." He picked up a nearby rag and began cleaning the counter. "No. It was- Blaine and I watched a few episodes of Treme last night and I feel asleep on the couch, that's all."
"Blaine's the new roommate, right?"
"Yeah," Kurt said with a smile.
"Wait, what's that smile? Kurt Hummel, are you sleeping with your roommate?" she teased.
"Dani!" he exclaimed, smacking her with the rag. "We're not sleeping together," he hissed. "We get along well. We hate watched Treme together last night, it was a lot of fun. And then I fell asleep on the couch, and now my neck is messed up."
"Well, does you two getting along well mean I get to meet him soon? You've been living together for like a month and I still couldn't pick him out of a lineup."
"Sure, we can arrange that at some point, just- we'll talk about it later. I think Gunther is going to fire us both if you don't go deal with our customers now."