Kurt tossed and turned on the queen-size mattress. Although he hated to admit it, after all these years together, he always found it hard to fall asleep without Blaine next to him. He had heard Blaine moving around the apartment, but it sounded like he had gone into Olivia's room, something he had started doing lately at night.
Kurt rolled over and looked at the clock. 2:32 AM. It looked like he was going to need a lot of coffee to get through the day tomorrow. While his students were mostly pretty great kids, it took a lot of energy to get teenagers enthusiastic about the dramatic arts first thing in the morning. It didn't help that Kurt had never been much of a morning person himself.
Kurt smiled to himself, remembering the early days of their marriage, when he and Blaine had both been working all sorts of crazy hours to make ends meet. Their schedules had been inconsistent, so some mornings they would both be up early, while other mornings just one of them would have to work. On the mornings when Kurt woke up after Blaine, Blaine would always leave him teasing notes near the coffee maker, like, "It was nice not having to make enough coffee for ten people this morning," or, "Nobody was snapping at me over breakfast this morning – I missed you," or just a random doodle, usually of Kurt sleeping and snoring. Sometimes, if Kurt had to wake up first, Blaine would set his cell phone alarm to go off very quietly before Kurt's and sneak out of bed to turn on the coffee maker for Kurt. Since Kurt was a heavy sleeper, Blaine was always able to get up and back in bed without waking Kurt, and Kurt was always pleasantly surprised.
Kurt's favorite mornings, though, were the ones where they both had to get up around the same time. Blaine was an all-day person – morning, afternoon, evening, he was always full of energy. In the mornings, while Kurt grumbled around like a crotchety old man, Blaine was like an inexhaustible puppy, full of smiles and laughter and enthusiasm. Kurt would always gripe and mumble under his breath as Blaine bopped around the apartment, singing cheesy pop songs as he got ready for work. Although he constantly complained about Blaine's unnatural cheerfulness in the mornings, Kurt had loved those mornings. His day always seemed a little brighter when he started it with Blaine, and though he would never tell Blaine, Blaine's enthusiasm and energy were contagious, and woke Kurt up far better than any cup of coffee ever could.
Lately, though, Blaine and Kurt had been on opposite schedules. Blaine's gigs were almost always at night (though his cheesy pop cover band was also popular at bar mitzvahs and Sweet Sixteens, which were sometimes a little earlier on the weekends). Depending on when and where Blaine's gigs were, they sometimes were able to eat dinner together, but since adopting their daughter, dinners had become very Olivia-focused, especially since Kurt compulsively watched Olivia eat after reading an article about babies choking.
He and Blaine seemed to have lost their unity, their Klaine-ness, as Rachel had often referred to it, and Kurt knew it was mostly his fault. He had stopped communicating with Blaine, and become almost obsessively focused on their daughter. It didn't help that – and he hated to admit it, even to himself – he was jealous of Blaine. Maybe Blaine hadn't gotten his big break yet, but Kurt knew it was just a matter of time. Blaine was amazingly talented, and he was out there performing all the time. One day, someone important was going to see one of his shows, and realize that Blaine was a star. Kurt, on the other hand, had already realized how ridiculous his dreams were. It should have been obvious to him back in high school, when Blaine had gotten the role of Tony in West Side Story, but it had taken him a couple years after college to realize nobody was really looking for a leading man like Kurt Hummel-Anderson. Although Blaine had told him not to give up, Kurt had accepted that he wasn't likely to be a big star, so he had shifted his dreams and channeled his talents into writing. It was around the same time that he had decided it was time to stop working a series of part-time jobs, so when he had heard about an opening at the prep school, he had jumped on the opportunity.
Kurt checked the clock again. 2:56. Sighing, Kurt rolled back over and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come soon.