Kurt woke with Blaine still attached to his side. Not wanting to wake his exhausted boy, he gently eased Blaine's head off his chest to the pillow then slid off the bed. He went to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth, coming back out to find Blaine still fast asleep. He could hear the clanking of pans as he made his way down the stairs, a sign that Sam was awake and cooking breakfast, one of his daily chores, and he found Sam, Jeremiah, and Finn all in the kitchen. Puck was likely still asleep and he'd stay in bed until Kurt ordered him to get up.

"Smells good Sam," he praised, giving the boy a hug and watching Sam's face light up. "Good morning Jeremiah," he turned to greet the oldest boy with a smile. "How are you feeling this morning?" he asked Finn, placing his wrist against the boy's forehead.

"Better," Finn had more color in his face than he had in days and was eating some scrambled eggs and toast that Sam had cooked. "Do you have to work today?"

The tentativeness of Finn's tone and the way he started picking at his food told Kurt that Finn needed some alone time with him. "I'm working from home today," Kurt told him, giving his brother's hand a squeeze. "Finish your breakfast. You need to get something in your stomach."

"Okay," Finn was still quiet but he had a slight smile on his face as he returned to his breakfast. Kurt had some proposal he had to read but he could do that curled up on the couch with Finn while his brother watched a movie.

Sam set a plate on the table across from Finn and Kurt took a seat. His plate had multigrain toast, poached eggs, and turkey bacon, all cooked perfectly thanks to Sam.

"Did you eat yet?" he asked Sam.

"Yes," Sam replied. A quick look at Jeremiah confirmed Sam was telling the truth. When Sam first took over some of the cooking responsibilities, he would claim he'd already eaten before anyone else woke or ate lunch earlier. The only meal he'd eat during the day was supper. Once Kurt found out, he put an immediately stop to it and now someone else had to see Sam eat before Kurt was satisfied. He didn't care if Sam didn't eat anything else all day, as long as his boy ate three full meals.

Blaine stumbled in, rubbing a hand through his curls. As he walked passed, Kurt grabbed him around the waist and pulled his boy into his lap. "Are you going to behave yourself today?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," Blaine nodded, opening his mouth as Kurt held a piece of bacon to his lips. "Thank you."

Kurt couldn't deny that he loved hearing Blaine calling him Sir or Master, especially out of the bedroom. It wasn't often that Blaine used those names outside the bedroom, mostly after a day of punishment but the words never failed to go right to Kurt's groin.

"Up," he gently nudged Blaine to the empty seat next to him. He put his plate in the dishwasher as Sam served Blaine his own plate. "I'm going to wake Puck. Someone else do the clean-up since Sam cooked."

It wasn't a direct order but it was an order to Sam. Sam had been lucky enough not to come down with the flu but with him spending so much time with Finn when he was sick, Kurt didn't want Sam running himself down. Even sick, Sam would attempt to do his chores anyway unless Kurt ordered him to stay in him, and even then Sam would argue that their agreement said he had chores to finish and he'd feel guilty for not doing them. It was much easier on everyone if Sam didn't get sick.

Puck was still asleep when Kurt walked into his bedroom, almost in the same position Kurt had left him in last night. That was a good sign, it meant Puck hadn't had any nightmares and had gotten a good night's sleep. He needed it.

"Puck, time to wake up," he gently pushed at his boy's shoulder, smiling as Puck tried to bury his head deeper into his pillow. "Puck, out of bed now."

Puck groaned but he rolled off the bed and staggered to his feet. "Too early," he protested.

"Take a shower," Kurt told him. "That'll wake you up. Your breakfast will be waiting for you downstairs in fifteen minutes."

He saw Puck looking back at his bed so he gave him a light smack to the ass, making Puck jump. "Shower."

He didn't leave until he heard the shower on and, trusting his boy to listen, he went back downstairs to gather his work for the day. Jeremiah was cleaning the kitchen, with a plate of food keeping warm in the oven for Puck, Sam was missing, probably moved on to his next chore, and Finn was still sitting at the table, waiting for him.

"Go get your blanket and pick out a movie," he told his brother. "I'll get some work and meet you in the living room."

That promise was all it took for Finn to give him a huge smile and Kurt couldn't help returning it. It was the happiest and healthiest his brother had looked in days but he wasn't going to chance a relapse by letting Finn push himself too hard. The whole house was going to have a relaxing day.