"Hi sweetie," the woman with familiar dark hair and hazel eyes said when she opened the front door. "You're over early."
"Going to try to convince Blaine to go to the outlet mall in Columbus and we need an early start," Kurt grinned, nodding to the coffee cups he held in each hand. "Bribery. He in his room?"
"Go on up," she smiled, patting him on the cheek. Kurt's eyes fluttered a little at the touch and he shot her a smaller smile before turning toward the staircase. He had Carol now and he was grateful for that, but it was like it had awoken something in him and he could never get enough motherly attention now. It meant a lot that Blaine's mom was so accepting of him, so free with her affection.
Kurt trotted up the stairs and headed down the long hallway to Blaine's bedroom, pausing a few feet before the open door to try to place the noises blaring inside. There was music, but it didn't sound like anything Blaine usually listened to, not unless he'd recently developed an affinity for Japanese techno. Shrugging, he walked the last few feet.
And immediately started laughing.
Blaine sat in the middle of his bed, legs crossed and tangled in the blankets. His hair was mercifully product free and in curly disarray and his eyes danced behind his glasses at the images moving rapidly across the tv screen.
Blaine jumped at the sudden laughter, then scowled, rearranging what appeared to be a large mixing bowl in his lap.
"What?" he asked.
"Are you," Kurt started, pausing as another giggle escaped. "Are you watching Power Rangers?"
"It's Saturday," Blaine said, as if that explained everything. Kurt dissolved into another round of laughter and Blaine stuck his tongue out, turning back to the tv. "You're here early, what's up?"
"I brought coffee," Kurt smiled, offering one of the cups when he crossed the room to the bed. "What are you eat— oh Blaine, really?"
"What?" Blaine asked again, hugging the bowl defensively. "It's cereal. Want some?" He dipped the spoon into the bowl and held it out to Kurt, artificially bright rings quivering slightly in the milk surrounding them.
"Under no circumstance am I eating anything that neon," Kurt frowned. "And I know it's cereal. It's an entire box of cereal."
"It's Saturday," Blaine explained again with a huff. His flannel pantlegs were riding up his calves and his worn t-shirt definitely said something about a 6th grade science fair. He seemed to only be wearing one sock.
"You're so weird," Kurt said, unsure whether he should be shaking his head or grinning like an idiot. So he did both.
"You still love me," Blaine shrugged, eyes not leaving the tv.
"And you love me," Kurt added. "Which is why you're going to go to Columbus with me today so I can go to the Burberry outlet. Right?"
"I suppose," Blaine said, meeting his eyes with a raised eyebrow and patting the space on the bed next to him. "Under two conditions."
"Go," Kurt nodded, folding his legs underneath him as he pressed into Blaine's side.
"We watch one more episode," Blaine said.
"Fine," Kurt rolled his eyes, settling back against the headboard. "Two?"
"You take a bite of this cereal." He waggled his eyebrows and lifted the spoon again, making a noise that sounded suspiciously like an airplane as he drew it toward Kurt's mouth.