AN! Hey guys! Sorry this is up a little late, I had to watch the Glee Project and the day just got away from me. Some of you have been asking about my Tumblr. I did change the URL yesterday, but it is crissmedarren (dot) tumblr (dot) com. Follow me, and I'll follow back! Some expressed concern about smut being in every chapter, don't worry, it won't be. In fact, there isn't smut in this chapter. Just fluff.

Chapter 8

Blaine moaned when he felt something sliding down his thigh. Well, this was a nice way to wake up. The feeling stopped and Blaine opened his eyes to see Kurt sprawled out next to him, asleep, with drool running down the side of his face.

What he felt definitely wasn't Kurt.

Blaine looked towards the digital clock on his side of the bed and couldn't see it. Grumbling about the lack of carrots in his diet as a child, he quickly grabbed his glasses. The clock read 6:15, they didn't need to wake up for another forty-five minutes. Grumbling, Blaine was about to take his glasses off when he felt the vibrating again.

He grabbed towards his thigh, afraid he'd touch fur, but instead grabbed the plastic of his cell phone. He grimaced at the blinding light but saw Hayden's name across the screen.

Blaine leapt out of bed and ran to the living room, not wanting to wake Kurt just yet. "Hello?"

"Blaine?" Hayden croaked through the phone, "Is that you?"

Blaine couldn't help but be a little happy that she was so hung over. She hadn't protected Kurt. Didn't people realize that Kurt should be everyone's number one priority? "Yeah, it's me. How are you feeling?"

"Not good," Hayden murmured as someone in the background coughed, someone who sounded suspiciously like Santana. "Do you think Kurt would hate me if I just kept the shop closed today? I know you have the day off every Friday, so you guys spend some time together. I'll pay him and everything."

Blaine decided not to bring up the fact that this was her second Friday in a row doing that. If he got to spend a day with Kurt, it would be worth it. Plus they had bills to pay tomorrow, and they were low on money anyway. At some point they'd probably have to discuss what happened the night before anyway. "Yeah. Okay. I'm sure he'd like a day off too. He was asleep last night when I came in, but judging from the state of his hair and the fact that kiss marks on his face from you and Santana weren't cleaned off, he didn't even shower."

Hayden laughed, "He'll hate that. I'll talk to you later Blaine, okay?"

"Okay. Sweet dreams." Blaine ended the call and looked around. Now he was wide awake. Instead of trying to go back to sleep, he set to work in the kitchen. First he washed all of the dishes that accumulated in the sink and turned on the coffee.

Blaine surveyed the contents of his refrigerator. They had eggs, bread, orange juice, and fruit salad. Blaine decided to make breakfast for Kurt, but first he would clean up the apartment because a very drunk person decided to throw his clothes all over the house.

Starting at the door, Blaine picked up a button up shirt, an undershirt, and a boot. When he turned the corner he saw Kurt's skinny jeans. Blaine couldn't fathom how he got the jeans off with the other boot on. Further on down the hallway Blaine found Kurt's boxer briefs and a broach. It wasn't until he got into the bedroom that he found the other boot.

Blaine glanced at the bed again and saw Kurt laying spread eagle, completely naked on the bed. The kiss marks were still there, though they looked smudged. Blaine prayed he didn't get any of the lipstick on the sheets.

The drool was also still there.

Blaine padded into the bathroom where he got a washcloth and ran warm water over it. He quietly and somewhat gracefully climbed onto the bed. Being as gentle as he could, he ran the cloth over Kurt's face. Kurt sniffled a little at the warmth, but just groaned and tried to roll over. Blaine got the lipstick mostly off, and wiped the drool away carefully.

There were a few marks on his neck that at first Blaine thought were lipstick, but soon realized they weren't lipstick and they were marks he made. Blaine hoped they didn't hurt so much.

He also checked every Lightening McQueen that Kurt's face may have come into contact with, but they were all safe.

Blaine climbed off of the bed, throwing a cover over Kurt so he wouldn't get cold. He kissed Kurt's forehead, still feeling a little guilty about the marks.

As he threw the cloth into the washing machine, he realized it was full. Blaine started doing the laundry, and did a little jig when he realized how happy Kurt would be. "I'm doing the laundry like a big boy and Kurt is going to love me like I'm his boy toy," Blaine sang while pouring the laundry detergent. "He's going to be so happy, he's going to tell me he loves me, even if it is pretty sappy."

Blaine made a note not to include that song in his portfolio when he tries to sell his music.

Blaine slipped on a hoodie and flip flops and slipped out the back door. If today was going to be a good day without grumpy, hung over Kurt, Blaine needed to do something else to make Kurt smile. Jogging down to the corner, Blaine bought pink, white, and orange daisies. He winked at the older woman selling them and bought them for only $5.

When he returned to the apartment he took a white daisy from the bunch and put it in a small vase that Kurt had insisted they buy at a flea market back in Lima. He grabbed one of their taller plastic cups and filled it with water before sneaking back into the bedroom to place them on Kurt's nightstand.

It took almost an hour, and several burns to his hands and chest, but Blaine made them breakfast.

Next time he wouldn't do it shirtless.

Blaine placed everything on the tray: eight pieces of toast, a bunch of bacon, six scrambled eggs, a huge bowl of fruit, two glasses of orange juice, and two aspirin. He was a little worried about not having enough food, but he figured they could go for an early lunch. He added the daisy at the last minute. Feeling devious, he also grabbed a wooden spoon and a clean pan.

He walked into the bedroom, put the stands of the tray down, and hid it out of sight. He grabbed the wooden spoon and pan and hopped up on the bed.

He looked at Kurt, who was now on his stomach with one leg draped over the side of the bed, and laughed. He would get in so much trouble for this.

Blaine started jumping up and down, beating the pan with the spoon, "WAKEY – WAKEY! EGGS AND BAKEY! WAKEY- WAKEY!"

Kurt groaned and rolled over, "Oh my god Blaine. Stop it."

Blaine flopped down, straddling Kurt's stomach, "WAKEY WAKEY!" He peppered Kurt's chest and face with kisses, "wakey-wakey!" he said softy, kissing the juncture between Kurt's shoulder and neck.

Kurt shielded his eyes from the light and sniffed at the air, "There better be an "eggs and bakey" part of that in the kitchen."

Blaine hopped up again, "No need for kitchen. Here!" He brought the tray up to the bed, sitting next to Kurt and crossing his legs, "Now make sure not to give any food to Lightning McQueen he only eats lug nuts and oil."

Kurt grinned as he swallowed the two aspirin quickly, "That's sure to go to his back bumper one day."

Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt and kissed his temple, "You're adorable."

Kurt leaned into Blaine's shoulder and grabbed a piece of toast, "Oh my god!"

Blaine panicked, "Is it bad? I'm sorry. I'm not the best cook." He tasted the toast, "I mean, it's not the best but I don't think it's "oh my god" worthy!"

"I'm naked," Kurt said in horror, "I actually slept naked. And now I'm eating naked. And your clothed. Oh my god."

"Are we not allowed to sleep naked in our own bed?" Blaine asked, not comprehending.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Well it's awkward if I do it and not you."

Blaine groaned and stood up, "Fine, I will eat breakfast in the nude too." He quickly shrugged off his sweatpants and boxers. "Happy?"

"That wasn't the original intention. I was hoping you'd let me put pants on. But I'll take this." Kurt grabbed for a strawberry. "I think I just thought too hard. My head is pounding."

"That's what happens when you drink several cocktails on a probably empty stomach." Blaine remarked, putting some eggs on a fork for Kurt.

Kurt blushed, "I wasn't that drunk, was I?"

Blaine faltered, "You don't remember?"

"Well," Kurt's blush intensified, "I remember being in a back room with you…but not much before that."

Blaine felt honored that Kurt at least remembered that, "So you don't remember dancing like a sorority girl all up on Bryce?"

Kurt's eyes widened, "No. Well, I remember starting to dance with him, but just like…joke dancing."

Blaine decided it would be best to just drop the subject, "Just promise me you won't go back there until you are 21?"

"Deal." Kurt leaned closer, snuggling back into the nook on Blaine's shoulder that he loved so much, "did I ever tell you that you're perfect?"

"I'm not," Blaine said sadly, "But I sure as hell try to be for you."

They ate quickly and Kurt decided to take a shower to wash away the grime he felt from the night before. He looked in the mirror and almost sobbed, "BLAINE! What did you do to me?"

Blaine appeared behind him with his toothbrush, "Well. Uh. I well. I wanted people to know you were taken." He grinned sheepishly, "I think I succeeded."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "You are lucky it is chilly enough outside that a light scarf is acceptable."

Blaine dressed quickly in tight jeans, a plaid button up, and Oxford shoes. Kurt dressed in a thin sweater and jeans. He glanced at the clock and panicked, "Shit! Blaine! I'm late for work! Like really late!"

Blaine laughed, "Hayden is having a rough morning too and decided not to open. I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you."

Kurt nodded, "That's going to hurt when it comes time to pay the bills."

"She's paying you." Blaine said offhandedly, "and it gives us the WHOLE DAY together," he grinned wildly at Kurt, "the whole day!"

"That's great. Well, the morning will be spent…"

Blaine jumped up and down, "I figured we'd go to central park again. There are vendors there in the morning. We can't really buy anything, but it will be nice to just walk. Plus the air will do you good."

Kurt really wanted to go, but he knew the real world called. "Blaine, the kitchen is going to smell soon if we don't do dishes. Plus we have laundry to do…"

"I washed the dishes this morning and did the laundry. I folded it while you were moisturizing." Blaine smiles proudly, eyes shining. "Can we go to the park?"

Kurt sighed, "Fiiiine." He kissed Blaine's cheek, "You are lucky you're cute."

"You're just using me for my good looks," Blaine screwed is his face into a twisted mouth and cross-eyed mess, "would you still love me if I looked like this?"

"I'd try." Kurt said truthfully, adoring his goober a little more in that moment.

They got to the park around 10:30, when it was bustling, but not too full. Kurt laced his fingers into Blaine's, enjoying the warmth of his hand. It was unseasonably cold for September, and Kurt wrapped his scarf a little tighter.

"You know, it's thanks to me you even brought that," Blaine tried to look aloof, "Meaning you should be thanking me for marking my territory."

"I think I should be upset that I'm your territory, but I'm really not." Kurt swung their hands a little, and immediately felt a surge of love for Blaine. He wondered if he'd ever get over his crush on Blaine, if one day holding his hand wouldn't make him so happy for no real reason.

He hoped that would never happen.

"Oh hey! Look!" Blaine bent over quickly, pulling a $20 bill off the ground, "Jackpot!" He did a little dance, spinning Kurt and then dipping him in the middle of the walkway.

"Out of the way, asshole." Someone murmured as Blaine almost hit him on the way back up.

"Good morning to you too, sir!" Blaine said, grinning widely at the man. "It's a beautiful day, enjoy it!"

The man shook his head, but Kurt swore he saw a small smile play on his lips.

Blaine tucked the bill into his coat pocket, "Some people just need someone to be nice to them, that's all. Then they will pass it on and make someone else happy. I just started a chain today!"

"Saving the world, one person at a time?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow and Blaine, "A normal, everyday Superhero?"

Blaine looked thoughtful, "Oh my god. I could be called Nice Guy! I'd have a cape and everything!" Blaine dropped Kurt's hand and ran over to a bench. He hopped on it and started singing, "Nice Guy! Nice Guy! He's nice to everyone he sees. Nice Guy! Nice Guy! Flying through the trees."

"Stick to coffee house rock, dear," Kurt laughed, pulling his boyfriend off the bench.

The boys walked around some more, just enjoying the crisp air and each other's company. They saw jugglers, mimes, street performers, and even painters. It wasn't until Blaine saw a caricature drawer that he got excited, "Kurt, can we?"

Kurt looked at the price, "It's $15 Blaine, and we can't really afford that."

"But I found twenty today, that's like free money. We can just use it for the drawing. We need artwork in the house!" He gave Kurt puppy dog eyes and a pout, "Please? A perfect day like this needs to be remembered."

"A day when I was hung over and splotchy needs to be remembered?" Kurt said snarkily. He saw Blaine's face fall at the comment, and immediately felt his heart break, "But the day is perfect because you are adorable." He glanced again at the man, "Fine."

Blaine clapped and handed the man the money, "Draw us please!"

The man smiled, "You two are adorable, really. Why don't you stand here. Try not to move. It will only take twenty minutes or so."

The man sketched, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

Blaine was giddy and constantly twitched, causing Kurt to laugh at his boyfriend's excitement. Sometimes he couldn't tell if he was dating Blaine or babysitting him.

"All done!" The man said, turning the canvas to show the boys.

Kurt almost doubled over in laughter when he saw the drawing.

Kurt looked almost normal. His skin was pale, which he figured would happen, and his nose was maybe a little pointed. His hair was perfect though, and his eyes took up half of his face. He approved of the slender look of his legs. The man drew his feet comically large though, and they took up almost half of the bottom of the canvas.

It was Blaine that was hilarious. His body looked like that of a child, and though his head was level with Kurt's, it was only because he stood on a stool that started near Kurt's hips. His eyes were extra squinty, and his smile was huge. Kurt thought he looked absolutely adorable.

"My hair does NOT look like that," Blaine said laughing.

It was true, his hair wasn't poufy enough to take up space twice the size of Kurt's hair, but it was poufy. "Your hair is sexy," Kurt whispered, "and that drawing of us is amazing. We're going to frame it and put it in the living room."

Blaine groaned, "Why do so many people make fun of my height?"

"It's okay that you're shorter than me. Helps break the stereotype." Kurt reasoned as he took the rolled up canvas from the man, "Thank you so much, sir. We love it."

The boys decided to head back to the apartment for a movie day. They'd seen most of the vendors and neither boy really wanted to hold the canvas.

They boarded the full subway, there was only space for standing, so Blaine wrapped his arm fully around Kurt's waist. "I can't wait until we have enough money to take taxis." Kurt grumbled, using a tissue to shield his grip from the bar.

"One day, baby, one day." Blaine grinned as Kurt pushed more against him.

They were walking away from the subway station when they heard a whimpering in an alley. "Blaine. Don't go down there."

Blaine was already peering down the dark opening, "What if someone is hurt? You want to just leave them there?"

"Well no, but I also don't want to die." Kurt followed Blaine into the alley, not wanting him to go alone.

The whimpering continued deeper, so Blaine took out his phone and used the light to see. "Oh my god, Kurt!"

Kurt tried to peer over Blaine's shoulder, "What? What is it? Is someone dead?" He watches as Blaine crouched down, "Blaine, don't you dare get on your knees. You will catch the Ebola virus!"

"Come here, baby, come here!" Blaine was on his knees, motioning to a trembling lump three feet away.

"Is it an actual baby?" Kurt asked, willing to believe anything.

"Can you shine your phone over it, please?" Blaine was moving closer, "Come here puppy, come here!"

"A puppy? Blaine! It probably has rabies! Stop it!" Kurt felt himself getting hysterical.

"He doesn't have rabies. Kurt, he's freezing. Look at him, he's so little." Blaine moves closer to the trembling ball of fur.

Kurt watched as his boyfriend stripped off his shirt and picked the dog up, wrapping the shirt around him. "Blaine, stop it. That's gross. What are you going to do with it?"

Blaine pushed past him and walked into the light, "We're going to keep him!"

"Blaine! We can't even afford ourselves, let alone a dog that is probably sick." Kurt tried not to look at the small dog.

"My grandmother is on the board for PETA. She'll help us for the dog." Blaine held him up to Kurt, "How can you say no to this face?"

Kurt wasn't sure which puppy face he meant, his or the dogs. Kurt knew he couldn't say no to either. "But we aren't supposed to have pets."

"Formalities," Blaine muttered, looking at the dog.

Kurt had to admit, the dog was adorable. Dirty, but adorable. He was small, Kurt guessed only three months, and thin. But he had big light brown eyes that looked like Blaine's.

Blaine was holding the dog up to his face, a grin with all of his teeth firmly on his face. He was smitten.

If the dog always made Blaine smile the way it did right now, Kurt figured a little extra money and a lie to the landlord would be worth it.

"Fine. But you are bathing him." Kurt led them to the apartment, "Immediately."

Blaine ran to the bedroom as soon as he got in an threw on a pair of swim trunks, "Babe, can you run down to the pet store and grab some puppy food? This poor thing looks like it hasn't eaten in weeks."

Kurt looked at the shiver lump and nodded, "I'll be back."

Kurt bought the food and returned to the apartment twenty minutes later. The scene he found was enough to make his heart melt.

Blaine was sitting on the side of the tub with a clean Golden Retriever puppy, bubbles in his hair, and that huge grin still on his face. "Daddy Blaine loves you, Abu, he loves you a lot!"

Kurt leaned against the side of the door, "You should probably get him checked before you get too close."

Blaine stood, "Did you hear that, Abu? Daddy Kurt thinks you're dirty still. But he loves you too!" Blaine set the puppy on the sink and covered his ears, "Don't say anything against him. His self esteem is probably really low. Plus, I check him. We had stray and rescue dogs when I was growing up. He seems fine. He probably escaped from a breeder. Golden retrievers don't really run free in cities, especially ones that are pureblood, which I think Abu is."

Kurt didn't know Blaine ever had a dog before, but he figured he'd take his word for it. "Okay, but try to get him to the vet tomorrow, okay? Use your grandmother's."

Blaine smiled again, "Do you want to hold him?"

Kurt really did, "Give him over." He held the dog in his arms and watched him blink up at him, "Are you hungry, Abu? Daddy Kurt bought you some food."

Kurt held Abu has he drank some special milk that Kurt bought at the store, Blaine pulled Kurt onto the sofa and wrapped his arms around both of them.

"We're going to be a happy little family," Blaine sighed, kissing Kurt's temple.

Reviews? Also, can anyone think of a good last name for Hayden / Ship name for Hayden and Santana? I'm stuck!