Day 12 – Your Love Is a Song by Switchfoot

I hear you breathing in
Another day begins

On most mornings, Blaine woke up first. More often than not, he was curled into Kurt's body in some manner, either with his head on Kurt's chest, an arm across his waist, a leg draped over him – so long as they were touching, Blaine was happy. He was a bit of a koala when he slept.

Kurt, on the other hand, was usually flat on his back, body loose and relaxed. When they first began sharing a bed, Blaine had noticed the difference in their sleep positions and wondered if he was being too clingy. Worse than that, he started to wonder if Kurt's lack of cuddling was a sign that Kurt didn't really care for him. One particularly bad morning, he brought the topic up to a very confused Kurt, who pulled him close. "Silly boy," Kurt had chided him. "You know, when I was younger, I always slept on my side, usually in the fetal position. It was like even in my sleep, I felt the need to protect myself from the world. But now," he continued, caressing Blaine's cheek, "I feel safe and protected. I can truly relax and be calm with you next to me. That is how much I love you."

Blaine cherished the moments in the early light when he was awake while Kurt slept on. Some days, he would use the time to get up and make a nice breakfast for the two of them. Other times, like today, he'd stay put, holding Kurt and allowing himself to marvel in the knowledge that he loved and was loved.

He always felt the instant that Kurt began to stir. He'd wait for the sound – one sharp intake of breath through the nose marked the moment that Kurt joined him in greeting the new day ahead. In his first minutes of wakefulness, Kurt would wind his arms around Blaine, returning the embrace that had comforted him in his sleep.

Another day begins.

A/N: A short one today, but I hope you like it.