"Mmm, hi, good morning," Blaine murmurs, and stretches like a lazy cat under his dune covers, burying his head further into his stack of pillows. That man loves his comfort.
"Morning," Kurt can't help but smile back, taking in the sight of his husband, so adorable and sexy all in one, and still not a close friend with the alarm clock. Kurt should know – it went off twenty minutes ago, and he's been trying to rouse the other Mr. Hummel-Anderson out of bed ever since. In fairness, Kurt's efforts have mostly consisted of running his hands over what visible parts of Blaine he found, which meant his shoulder blades as he was sleeping on his side turned away from Kurt with the covers tightly around him. But Blaine has rolled entirely over facing Kurt now. They don't have anywhere to go today, just a Sunday to catch up on this and that, spend some quality time together, and recharge batteries before a new week. But Kurt would still like to get out of bed.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world, who gets to wake up with you," Blaine murmurs, still a bit drowsy, but alert enough to be his cheesy self. He cups Kurt's cheek, and shuffles closer.
"If my stomach didn't crave breakfast, I'd suggest we just stay in bed today," he adds with a lazy smile and a glint in his eyes. And it is a thought Kurt get behind, they haven't really had much for anything you could do in a bed lately.
"Morning breath," he rushes out when his brain catches up with Blaine's advances. No matter what kind of hygiene routines he performs in the evening, he always feel as if his mouth smells like a dead rat in the morning, and he doesn't seem to get used to Blaine's ease with their bodies. Blaine, who unashamedly farts in front of Kurt, while Kurt still prefers a shower before sex. Blaine, who doesn't see the problem with peeing while Kurt showers, but respects that Kurt has that problem.
"I really don't care," Blaine whispers, and closes the distance with one of those load muah's that make Kurt feel it to the bones that he is wanted, cherished, chosen - but even so it's also the most obvious and natural action for Blaine.
"French toast, toothbrushes, a joint shower and maybe getting a little dirty?" Blaine murmurs against Kurt's cheek, nosing along his jawbone. Kurt can't see him, but bets anything that he's wiggling his eyebrows.
"Yeah," Kurt exhales, because there was never any other alternative.
"You whisk and I flip?" Blaine suggests, and when Kurt nods numbly, he quickly pecks his lips.
Kurt isn't sure when he'll get used to waking up with Blaine in his life, but he sure as hell doesn't mind it.