So I noticed that a lot of people were putting this fic on story alert although I wasn't really planning on adding anymore, but then I thought what the hell I'm bored I might as well write about the next morning. Hope you like it!
They had forgotten to draw the curtains before falling asleep, and so it was the first rays of pale sunshine that woke Kurt the next morning. He scrunched his nose and yawned, attempting to stretch before he realised that he couldn't. Blaine was no longer the little spoon; he had rolled over to face Kurt during the night and was now latched on to him tightly. Kurt's hand was cupped around the back of Blaine's neck, and he lightly ran his fingers down the other mans tanned skin, pressing their lips together ever so slightly in attempts to wake him.
Eventually Blaine's eyes fluttered open, his spidery eyelashes brushing across Kurt's skin. "Morning," Blaine mumbled.
"Good sleep?" Kurt enquired.
"The best," Blaine confirmed. He kissed the tip of Kurt's nose, nipping with his teeth when Kurt least expected it.
"I've missed waking up with you," Kurt sighed. His legs, so hopelessly tangled with Blaine's, were beginning to tingle with the first pricks of pins and needles, but Kurt didn't want to move. He never wanted the blissful little bubble surrounding them to burst.
Blaine raised Kurt's hand to his lips to brush a kiss across his knuckles.
"Let's have breakfast in bed," he suggested.
"Sure," Kurt agreed. "And I'll run you that bath."
He knew then that he'd have to break the spell, but Kurt assured himself that there would be many more moments like this to share with Blaine in the future. Their future. His forever with Blaine. Kurt tried to hide his goofy smile as he slowly rolled away from Blaine's embrace and got up to go to the bathroom.
He quickly brushed his teeth before leaning over to run the bath. He made them both a stack of pancakes to share for breakfast, and they ate them side by side in bed. Kurt couldn't even bring himself to nag when Blaine dribbled syrup all over one of the pillows, a sure sign of love.
Blaine offered to load the dishwasher, and when he wandered in to the bathroom minutes later he was greeted by the sight of flickering candles and a bath that brimmed and sparkled with bubbles. Blaine quirked an eyebrow at the over the top decoration.
"What?" Kurt said. "Real men have bubble baths."
Blaine laughed. "It's lovely, thank you."
He stripped off and eased himself in to the water - piping hot, just the way he liked it - as Kurt flitted around with towels. He was just about to leave the room when Blaine called, "Stay and talk to me?"
Kurt turned around. "What about?" he asked, lowering the toilet seat and sitting down.
Blaine shrugged. "Anything. It feels like forever since we had a real conversation."
Kurt searched around for something to say, then, "Ooh! I think I've found the perfect colour arrangement for the wedding.
"Great. What is it?" Blaine asked. When it came to the forthcoming wedding he had agreed to let Kurt arrange it all, though Blaine was always ready with his input when he felt things were a bit over the top.
"Burgundy and cream!" Kurt announced. "Or maroon and cream, I haven't yet decided. They're both so similar. But you always look absolutely gorgeous in dark red, it just compliments you so perfectly."
"Stop, I'm blushing," Blaine teased, sinking down to hide his face in the bubbles.
He had missed this. The two of them, just being themselves, fooling around together and appreciating one another's company. New York had been such a whirl wind but it was assuring to know that, in the midst of it all, Kurt was still the anchor that Blaine could always return to. He hadn't changed, and Blaine hoped he never would.
"Come here," Blaine said.
Kurt got up, walking over to the bath tub with suspicious eyes. "Blaine Anderson I swear, if you splash me... This shirt is McQueen!"
Blaine laughed and beckoned for Kurt to lean down. Then he caught his fiances face in his hands, smothering Kurt's skin with bubbles as they fervently kissed. Blaine melted in to the feeling of Kurt's tongue exploring his mouth, humming a little as the kiss deepened and Kurt twisted in his hands. He dragged Kurt's bottom lip between his teeth, tugging lightly so that Kurt gasped as he pulled away.
"I love you," Kurt breathed.
Blaine laughed. "You look like Santa Claus."
"Shut up," Kurt muttered, diving in for another chaste kiss. His hands slipped down Blaine's wet skin, hot and smooth beneath his fingers. Blaine lightly grabbed his wrist.
"I think this may evolve if we continue," he warned.
Kurt gave him a smouldering look that took Blaine's breath away. "Honestly, I can't say I mind if it does."
He traced his tongue on the underside of Blaine's jaw, and Blaine knew that the dizziness in his head was nothing to do with the hot water.