Blaine woke up the next morning to a kiss on his cheek.

"Wake up, Sleepy." Kurt whispered.

"Hmmm?" Blaine forced his heavy eyelids open.

"We got to get going, you overslept."

Blaine bolted up in bed. "But I didn't make you breakfast—" he blurted.

"We'll get something on the way, there's no time." Kurt held up the alarm clock for Blaine to see.

Blaine frowned. Usually when he slept over he got up before the alarm. Damn it. Kurt just always looked so happy in the morning not to have to cook, being served… Blaine sighed. Next time.

As he hurried to get dressed, he indulged in memories of last night. Kurt had certainly been… attentive. He smiled looking back at the bed, knowing he'd be counting the days again until the weekend. It was enough today, but struggling with insecurity and something approaching depression sometimes meant even when he was feeling pretty good he wondered in the back of his mind how long it might last. He reassured himself that a date night later in the week was still a possibility, but there was never any guarantee since Kurt kept trying to get shifts at the diner where he could. Of course he would see Kurt at school but they were trying to keep time there more professional these days, give each other space, and of course that was never going to be sate his appetite for a Kurt fix like one-on-one time would. Just have to live off this high for a few days, and keep focused on school. It'll be okay. I think.

Blaine knew Kurt had felt bad about them not getting alone time during the weekend and had been trying to make up for it on some level last night. Guess that's the silver lining of the whole debacle this weekend. Sometimes Blaine wished all the time could be just messing-around-lazily-with-his-fiancé time, with his insecurities, problems, and responsibilities all put on hold for a bit. He smiled, remembering how Kurt had held him last night, how he'd teased him like he hadn't in a while.. Blaine had tensed uncomfortably when his shirt came off, hyper-aware of his abdominals next to Kurt's perfect body, but Kurt had quickly distracted him with kisses and tickles that got him reeling with want until he didn't care so much about that anymore. It had been perfect. Just what I'd needed.

"Morning Rachel," Blaine said, seeing her eating cereal at the kitchen table.

"Heh. You've got that goofy grin on your face. Guess you had a good night."

Blaine blushed and looked away. "I do? Well. We had some fun," he conceded.

"Good. I yelled at him good this weekend, he owed you."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "You really didn't have to do that."

"That's what I'm here for, little bro," she teased.

"You know I've spent a good deal of my life trying to overcome my actual brother issues, right? Just please promise you'll never call me Squirt."

"Deal," Rachel giggled.

"It is nice for my ego to know you're cheering for me sometimes though. Even if it's a silly fight with Kurt."

"Well I'm glad we're friends for more than just someone you can feel taller near," Rachel teased.

"Ouch. My insecurities return."

"Well Santana called me every possible name making fun of my height throughout high school, so if you ever need counseling on overcoming height insecurity I'd say I'm as prepared as anyone you'll ever meet."

"I'll admit, the first time I met Finn was probably—when we had Sectionals together? Before Kurt and I were even a couple. Kurt was whispering to me in the audience during your set, saying 'That's the Rachel girl I keep telling you about, she's in lust with my new stepbrother,' and my entire first impression was wow he's so much taller than she is!"

"Nice."

"That was before I had a moment to actually listen to your performance and be way more concerned about all your knock-em sock-em talent, of course."

"Of course."

"And then, after Kurt and I got together, we had this conversation once about different celebrities we'd crushed on before. And he admitted he'd never imagined he'd go for someone shorter than him until he met me. And I was kind of like but I'm not that much shorter—look at Rachel and Finn!"

Rachel chuckled. "He probably was just trying to soothe his bruised ego by saying that because you probably talked too much about Adam Levine or something. You know how Kurt operates."

"Heh. Maybe!"

Kurt appeared from the bathroom. "How do I operate?"

Blaine shook his head. "Never mind."

"Talking about me?" Kurt accused mildly.

"Us?" Rachel laughed. "Only nice things. Mostly."

"Uh huh. Well Blaine needs to get going so you'll have to save the gossip session for later I guess. You have rehearsal later?"

"Yeah. I'm excited."

"Cool. Have a good rehearsal! Text me when you get out. I've got to swing by Vogue but I'm happy to run lines with you later tonight if you help me practice my Shakespeare soliloquy and make a dent in all the Monday night dinner leftovers."

"Great!"

Blaine smiled as he waved goodbye to Rachel. He'd felt a little twinge of jealousy for a second, hearing Kurt make plans with her without him, knowing he'd be back at Sam and Mercedes' apartment tonight. But he released the thought. "See you soon, Rachel."