"Well you sure look like you had fun, Anderson," a voice said, interrupting Kurt's dream.
"Will you please talk more quietly?" Kurt heard Blaine groan in response.
Kurt sighed and rolled over, opening his eyes. After a moment of confusion about why he was in Blaine's bed, he sat up, glaring at the door to the living room that was cracked open.
"Why? You bring someone home with you?" the other person, whom Kurt now realized was probably Santana, responded.
"Of course I did," Kurt grinned a little at the happy note in Blaine's voice, swinging his legs out of the bed. "My fiancé was kind enough to come pick me up last night."
"There's something weird about the two of you."
Kurt got up, pulling one of Blaine's robes on before heading towards the door. "What's that supposed to mean?" Blaine asked.
"It means that-" Santana stopped talking the moment she spotted Kurt exiting Blaine's room. "Did you two have sex last night?"
"Well seeing as how we're engaged, and neither of us buy into the idea of being not having sex until marriage, I think you can probably figure that out yourself." Kurt said dryly, brushing past them to grab a cup of coffee. "What are you even doing here?"
"Maybe that's none of your business," Santana snapped.
"When she arrived she claimed she wanted to make sure we were both among the living. She then proceeded to try to poke around the apartment though, so I think she's up to something."
Kurt re-entered the living room. "Well in that case, you can leave now," he said, gesturing Santana towards the door.
"I'm not allowed to stay and hang out?"
"Hmmm," Kurt pretended to think on it a moment. "No," he started to say, before making a split second decision to really try to mess with her. "I have important plans to spend the rest of the morning in bed with my fiancé," Kurt stifled his smile as he heard Blaine choke on his coffee. "And you don't live here so I feel no guilt about kicking you out."
"Alright Hummel, you win this time," she said, turning to walk to the door. Once she got there she turned back around, eyeing the two of them where they now stood with their arms wrapped around each other. "I still say there's something fishy going on, but you passed the test this time."
She closed the door, and Kurt let his head fall against Blaine's shoulder for a moment. "So what do you want to do with our morning?" Kurt asked. "I don't know about you, but I don't think I'd be able to fall back asleep right now even if I tried."
"Well I thought your stay in bed plan was perfect," Blaine winked exaggeratedly.
Kurt pulled away, smacking his chest lightly. "There is no way that casual sex is something we should even consider adding to this."
"What's on the list of things we can add?"
"You making me breakfast while I start my paper," Kurt suggested with a grin.
Blaine let out a long laugh. "And why would I do that, aside from the fact that pancakes do sound rather delicious right now?"
"Because you love me. And I put up with your drunk ass last night."
Blaine cringed, and Kurt felt a flash of guilt because he had mostly meant it as a joke. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"It's okay," Kurt assured. "You were mostly an adorable drunk as per usual. Clingy. You were at cuddle whore level of drunk with a side of-"
"Oh my god," Blaine moaned suddenly, his head falling onto Kurt's shoulder with a light thud. "I totally grabbed your butt, didn't I?"
Kurt laughed, blushing lightly,"Yup. You were very apologetic about it though," he added at the stricken look on Blaine's face.
Blaine pulled away, "I definitely owe you pancakes. And your phone is ringing, so you should probably go deal with that."
"Everyone just wants a piece of me."
Blaine laughed, rocking up to kiss Kurt lightly on the forehead. "Go answer it, sweetheart," Kurt froze, almost missing Blaine telling him he was going to start breakfast, because he was so caught off guard by the pet name and the kiss. Blaine, however, didn't seem to notice, as he immediately wandered off to the kitchen, completely missing Kurt's lack of response or movement.
Kurt stood there for a minute, locked in place, wondering if he should bring up some of the things Blaine had said the night prior. Before he could psych himself into doing it, Blaine called out, "Blueberries, chocolate chips, or both?" and he was knocked out of his reverie.
"Both please!"
Kurt was putting his laundry away later that day when he was interrupted by a knock on his door.
"Hey Kurt?"
"Yeah?" he asked, mildly distracted as his hand finally landed on the soft jersey sheets he'd been planning to put on his bed.
"Earlier you said you wanted to talk to me about something?"
"What?" he asked, not paying complete attention. "Oh! Oh yeah," he looked over his shoulder at Blaine. "We should probably figure out how we're going to make it look like we share a room when I'm actually sleeping in here every night. When Santana and Rachel came over the other night it was… kind of a close call."
"They came over here?"
"Yeah," Kurt set the sheets down on the bed. "Before my bachelor party."
"Right," Blaine nodded. "Hmm, what were you thinking for this plan? Because it's probably mostly on your end, making it look like you don't sleep here every night."
"I'm going to have to make my bed every morning aren't I?" he sighed.
"Well," Blaine said with a wry smile. "If you don't and someone sees, we're going to have to pretend to be fighting."
"Well in that case," Kurt said, picking up the sheets again, "I should probably take over the second nightstand in your room."
"Sounds smart, I'll clear it out for you tonight." Blaine grabbed the opposite end of the fitted sheet, moving to help Kurt start making the bed. "There's some closet space in there as well. Obviously not enough for too much, but enough that it would seem legitimate."
"Well, it is very believeable that there wouldn't be enough room for all of our clothes in one closet. I'll put some of the clothes I don't wear so much in your closet and put the rest in mine. And then I guess all I have to do is make sure I don't leave overnight stuff lying around?"
"I think so. your desk and stuff is in here anyways, so I think a lot of things could be easily brushed off as being in here because of that."
"Good," Kurt grabbed the top sheet from on top of the box. "If anyone shows up while I'm asleep, you're going to have to wake me up."
"If I did that, we would actually end up in a fight."
"You're really pushing for a fight, aren't you?" Kurt teased.
Blaine shrugged. "What can I say, I'm an actor."
"Embarking on a year long improv assignment?"
"Precisely." They finished tucking the sheet in, Kurt tossing a few blankets haphazardly on top of it.
"Okay," he yawned. "I know it's only nine, but I'm wiped."
"I can see when I'm not wanted," Blaine jokingly huffed. "I'll see you in the morning then?"
"Depends how early you wake up. I'm planning on heading to the office for a few hours before class."
"Okay," for a moment Kurt was sure Blaine was going to say something more, but instead he turned towards the door, heading out of the room. "Well, good night Kurt!"
"So I've been thinking," Blaine started to say slowly over a late breakfast a few days before their wedding. "We should, well, rehearse the kiss for the wedding ceremony and then the ones during the reception."
"We should what?" Kurt spluttered, struggling not to choke on his cereal, because Blaine's tone of voice was far too casual for what he had just suggested.
"Practice. Kissing. Because the ceremony dictates we kiss and during the reception it's sort of expected…" A blush began to rise on Blaine's cheeks as Kurt continued to stare at him. "Or maybe not, we can just wait until the wedding. We kissed that one time. We should be fine. Just forget I-"
"No, no it's okay," Kurt finally said, cutting off Blaine's nervous rambling. "It's a good idea. I just wasn't expecting you to suddenly suggest that. And I'm really not sure how exactly we'd practice. I mean," he blushed, hoping Blaine wouldn't notice, "I obviously understand how the whole, you know, kissing thing works, but…" he shrugged, hoping Blaine would understand the issue. Well, the part of the issue where it was awkward to go from eating breakfast to making out with your best friend. Beyond that though, he wasn't sure how he would stop himself from kissing Blaine all the time once he essentially had permission to do it. Permission that might be limited, but… kissing was nice and Blaine was nice. They were both addicting. It could be an issue. Especially if he got carried away while they were practicing. Basically it was kind of going to be a landmine, but it would make the reception weird if they weren't comfortable kissing as though they'd been doing it for months.
"It'll be fun!" Blaine said, perking up at Kurt's acceptance of his idea. "We just, umm," he paused, eyebrows furrowing in thought for a moment before continuing. "Okay, so I don't have a precise plan for this. I was just kind of thinking about how casual kissing between the couple is expected during the reception, and there's that whole 'you may now kiss,' bit during the service."
Kurt took a sip of his orange juice, taking a moment to consider the idea of practice. "We do still need to practice our first dance and finalize the list of slow dance songs we want. We could mix them together?"
Blaine breathed out a sigh of relief. "So you don't think I'm completely crazy for suggesting that we practice then?"
"Oh, I think you're completely crazy," Kurt replied, standing up to clear his dishes. "I just recognize that there's a bit of truth to your crazy. Practicing is important. You wouldn't perform a play without rehearsing first, this is similar."
They spend the next evening dancing and kissing.
They were three songs into Blaine's "Slow Dances of the Past Century" playlist when Kurt finally worked up the nerve to ask about the kissing. "Are we going to practice kissing?" he blurted, immediately feeling a blush spread across his face.
Blaine fumbled the next step, but regained his balance quickly, taking a step closer to Kurt. "Yeah," he said, voice a touch higher than usual. "Um, should we do a fancy bendy kiss?"
"Oh, um," Kurt bit his lip, trying to drag his attention away from how wonderful the idea sounded, and back to the conversation. "Yes. Yeah, definitely. The crowd will love that," he said, mentally adding and so will I before starting to dance again as the next song started.
Halfway through the song, Kurt twirled Blaine, before slowing him to a stop and dipping him. For a moment, Kurt thought they might actually get the kiss right on the first try. The illusion was shattered however when he tried to change his grip on Blaine's waist while leaning in. Blaine jostled forward, almost managing to regain his balance, before falling on his butt as Kurt tried to keep his own balance.
"I'm so sorry!" Kurt said, stepping closer to Blaine and trying to figure out how to best help. "I didn't mean to drop you! Are you okay? Please tell me that you're okay."
Blaine rolled over before pushing himself up off the floor. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just. Let's try to avoid that outcome next time. The last thing I need before our wedding is Santana deciding that my bruised ass is a window into our sex life."
Kurt choked on air, eyes widening. "I forgot that we have a fictitious sex life. How does that catch me more off guard than this whole wedding thing?"
Blaine stood up, gripping Kurt's arm to steady himself. "I'd be surprised if nothing about this caught you off guard. The other day I was waiting for class to start, and some of the girls in front of me were complaining about how they were going to be single forever. And I was about to join in when I realized 'oh yeah, I'm getting married soon."
Kurt laughed, stepping closer to Blaine to start dancing again. "Don't you dare forget you're getting married. I don't think I could live with the shame of having my own fiancé forgetting I exist," he teased.
"As if I could actually forget about you," Blaine rolled his eyes. "Okay, you ready for the kiss this time?"
"I- yeah," Kurt said, trying to think of it purely as acting.
"Okay, I'm just-" Blaine broke off, leaning in carefully as they both slowed to a stop. Before he could close the gap however, Kurt did it for him, deciding to just dive in.
Their lips met and Kurt's eyes fluttered closed. For a moment, he lost himself in the kiss, before being tugged back to reality when he felt Blaine pull him closer.
After a long moment, they both pulled away, breathing heavily, and, to Kurt's delight, Blaine was blushing.
After an hour or so it became overwhelming. Having Blaine in his space like this as though they truly were a real couple preparing for their wedding was unsurprisingly making Kurt start to believe the lie.
"I think it's time for a break," Kurt managed to say, voice calm, as the song came to an end.
Blaine pouted. "You don't want to dance with me anymore?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, flopping down on the couch. "Our wedding's in a few days. We can dance all night then." He tilted his head to look at Blaine. "Besides, I think we have the casual kiss while dancing thing down. And if we dance anymore I'm going to have permanent sweat stains. You need to get the landlord to fix the heating in this apartment."