"Eurg." I was my eloquent greeting as I entered the kitchen after dragging myself out of bed. Bas laughed at me and I gave him a middle finger while I plopped down in a chair.

"Good afternoon, Princess," He teased, "How's your hangover?"

"How do you think?" I scoffed.

"Hey, don't blame me because you are a total lightweight." I grumbled.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked through a yawn.

"Out for lunch. I decided to wait for my fair lady to rise at the crack of noon." He smiled not unkindly. "You want some coffee?"

"My morning doesn't start without it." I answered.

"Kurt," He laughed, "You missed the morning."

"Shut up. If I just woke up and am having coffee then it is morning in my book." He just chuckled and started making coffee for me. I rubbed my face and then brushed my fingers through my hair. Then I sighed as I decided it was a lost cause. Last night was a little bit of a blur. I remembered the dancing and the drinking and the general gay club-y-ness of it but not what we had said or what songs we had danced to.

"Here you go. One afternoon morning coffee." I reached for it and when I was setting it down on the table to cool I noticed something.

"Bastian? Why am I covered in glitter?" He burst into loud laughter. "Ow." I whined at the noise.

"God Kurt you were fucking adorable. I can't believe you don't remember the glitter," He said ignoring my whine, "It dropped from the ceiling and you turned into a toddler." That sounded embarrassing. I sipped my coffee.

"How embarrassing was I?" I asked deciding it was better to know.

"Not very actually. You were like really flirty but adorable at the same time so it wasn't creepy," He shrugged, "You were fine. We both had fun and danced. It was good." He smiled and I decided to believe him.

"As long as I didn't throw up or make out with a stranger or something."

"Naw you were fine." I finished off my coffee already feeling better. Sebastian reached into a cabinet and pulled out a handful of dog food, and then he walked over to the wall to the left of me and leaned down to drop it in a waiting dog bowl. "Pépé!" He called out, "Temps de manger!"

"He's so cute." I praised as Pépé scampered in and began eating.

"Yeah, he's my little cutie." Bas agreed patting the dog's back while it scarfed down its kibbles.

"How'd you get him?" I asked curious. Bas picked Pépé up after he finished eating and carried him over to me. I let him lick my fingers.

"My maman and dad got him for me as a 'I'm sorry we got a divorce and am now forcing you to move to a different country' gift."

"Well, at least that's something." Bas nodded and set the dog down on the floor. He ran around in circles before settling down in the living room and rolling on to his back. I got up and went over to him and sat down to rub his belly. Bastian followed me sitting down next to us and rubbing Pépé's belly right along with me.

"You really adore him." I commented watching him staring adoringly at the puppy below him. He nodded and looked up at me.

"I'm a sucker for a big ol' pair puppy dog eyes." He admitted with a sheepish smile.

"That is utterly adorable," I informed him, "Snarky Sebastian Smythe is a total softy for a puppy." I teased.

"Mm, well now I guess you know all my weaknesses." He said laying down.

"I do?" I pondered, "Let's see: cute puppies, your mom, nice librarians, music, dancing, clubbing, and sex? Did I get them all?" He laughed.

"You missed one actually."

"Which is that?"

"Oh I told you last night but you were a little out of it."

"So tell me again."

"I don't think I will." He grinned at me upside down from his place on the floor and I pouted at him.

"Baaaass." I crawled over to him like a cat. He sat up and turned to meet me and grinned at my approach. "Pleeease tell meee." He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine and brush our noses. It felt familiar.

"No." He pulled away smirking at me. I'm not sure why I felt so comfortable with him. I mean, physically comfortable. I wouldn't usually be crawling around on the floor with someone. But with Bas it just felt comfortable and almost right. So crawled closer and started tickling him. He laughed and swatted at my hands.

"Tell me!"

"No you missed your chance!" He grabbed my wrists and we started mock wrestling. I laughed happily fighting back. Pépé ran off to avoid being squished as Bastian overpowered me and forced me down on to my back. I tried to fight him back and kick my feet but he pinned my hands over my head. "Gotcha, Princess." I gave up and slumped.

"Fine. You win this round." I let him win and his smirk turned into a gentle smile. He leaned down and brushed his nose against mine again. Was this our new thing? Eskimo kisses? I wasn't complaining. It did make me wonder what we had done last night. "Bas?" I questioned.

"Did I mention that I like that nickname you've come up with for me?" He asked. I shook my head. "It's cute and no one has ever called me it before. It makes it special 'cause it's just for you, Kurty." He released my wrists and leaned down on one elbow by my shoulder and with his free hand tapped the tip of my nose. I giggled. He then traced his finger down my nose and over my eyebrow. I tried not to blush. And then I yawned. "Tired still?" I nodded. Then he yawned.

"You too I think." I told him with an amused laugh.

"Probably. I did stay up taking care of you and then wake up to make breakfast."

"You poor thing." I teased.

"Hmm," He hummed in agreement, "Nap time?" He asked. That sounded like a good idea.

"Nap time!" I agreed.

"Couch?"

"Too tired to move." I disagreed, shaking my head and pouting. He smiled and pulled off me to lie at my side.

"Okay. Big spoon or little?" He asked. Apparently we were spooning now. I decided to just go with it.

"Little." I informed him turning to face away from him so I could be the little spoon. Bas scooted closer and wrapped an arm around my waist. His over arm went behind my head to perform the job of a pillow. I settled in and our legs tangled together. Bastian nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck and I hummed closing my eyes.

"This is nice." He mumbled sounding completely content, his toes tickling my ankle.

"Yeah," I sighed, "It is." And it was. I felt good wrapped in Bastian's arms, safe.

"De beaux rêves, mon prince."

Dear Diary,

Getting woken up, caught snuggling with Bas, spooning no less, by Finn is probably one of the most humiliating moments of my life. And I have been caught doing some compromising things before, need I mention Single Ladies? I think he might have taken a picture before he woke us up because I saw him looking guilty and hiding something behind his back. I hope that doesn't come back to haunt me. It was nice though, the cuddling. Something about Bas just fit. He felt right. I only wish I knew if he felt the same way or if he was just a cuddle whore with no personal space boundaries. I knew he was a natural flirt so it's possible that this is just how he acted around other people who decided to give him the time of day. I guess time will tell. I just have to be careful not to let myself get too involved before I know how he feels.