It was past ten when the last of Kurt's newly extended family finally left, and he was BEAT. He trudged up to his room and collapsed face first on his bed. When he finally lifted his head to look at his bedside clock it was almost eleven, he must have dozed off a little. With a yawn he dragged himself off his bed and to the bathroom to wash his face.

Finn was brushing his teeth when Kurt pushed the door the rest of the way open. "Hi," Finn said around his toothbrush.

"Hi," Kurt said around another yawn. "Almost done?"

"No." Finn shook his head. "You can have the sink though." He took a step back and out of the way.

"Thanks." Kurt stifled another yawn and turned the tap on cold, hopefully it would wake him up a little. The thought of Blaine's promised reward ran through his head briefly. He quickly washed his face, a little quicker than usual.

"I need to spit," Finn said as Kurt was rinsing his face off.

"Gimme a few more seconds." Kurt splashed water on his face once more and then reached for his special face towel. He backed out of the way. With a few pats to his face to get the most of the moisture off Kurt took the towel away. "Good night, Finn."

"G'night," Finn said and then spat. "Sleep tight."

"Thanks." Kurt gave him a pat on the back and left the bathroom.

He finished his moisturizing routine in his room and then lay back on his bed. If Blaine kept to his word he'd sneak in and they'd do… WHATEVER Blaine planned on, and Kurt didn't necessarily need to stay awake waiting for it.

He yawned and rolled over, burying his face in his pillow. Half of him wanted to stay awake and wait, the other half was already begging for sleep. He compromised by staying atop his blankets, even if that did make him a bit cold.

At some point he closed his eyes.

The sound of an alarm blaring by his ear woke him from a pleasant dream. He was being spooned by his future husband and they were new parents, tuckered out and waiting for the baby monitor to go off and rouse them to work. In fact, he thought the alarm was the baby monitor for a few confused seconds upon waking.

There was a groan from behind him and Kurt stiffened, finally noticing the arm draped over his chest and tugging him tight against a warm body. "Five more minutes," Blaine said in a sleepy voice and Kurt relaxed. The older boy nuzzled into Kurt's neck and it made shivers run down his spine. He felt a little aroused, but mostly just content.

Moving as little as possible he fished Blaine's phone out from under the pillow where it was screeching and dismissed the alarm. His own phone was on the nightstand and too far to reach without moving.

"Three a.m." Kurt rolled his sleepy eyes and quickly decreased the brightness on Blaine's phone, that done he set a new alarm for seven a.m. His dad never went in early the day after a holiday and Carole had off. Nobody would be awake until at least nine.

He put Blaine's phone back under the pillow and snuggled back further into Blaine's arms. This was better than any sexual reward Blaine could come up with, MUCH better.

Kurt let his eyes drift shut again and let out a relaxing breath.

Blaine was lying in the most comfortable bed he'd ever been in and surrounded by a warm glow. Everything was light around him. He got out of bed and found himself in the kitchen of a familiar apartment he'd never seen before. A delicious smell was wafting and he turned to the stove where a tall figure stood with his back turned. Blaine felt a smile on his face and went to hug the figure from behind, hooking his head over the figure's strong shoulder despite the height difference. "What's cooking good looking?"

The figure laughed, high and musical. "Dork." The man ground his ass back against him, nothing arousing really, just comfortable. "Eggs, over easy like you guys like them."

"You spoil us, honey." Blaine kissed the back of his husband's neck. "I love you."

"Good morning to you too." He laughed. "Love, go get our daughter up, she can't be late to school again."

"She gets the late thing from you." Blaine kissed the nap of his husband's neck one more time before detaching.

Then he was in a bright room accented with a happy, mellowed out yellow and a little girl of about six years was stumbling around the room half asleep. "I'm up Papa, I promise," she said in a high voice and rubbed at her pretty light coloured eyes.

"So long as you're sure, Daddy has breakfast ready in five." Blaine rustled the little girl's hair and she narrowed those pretty eyes at him.

"Don't mess up my hair." She smoothed it back down.

His husband put a plate of food in front of him and then sat down on the other side of the table, beside their daughter. "Blaine, honey, can you get the door?" The doorbell was ringing loudly through the apartment. "There's somebody at the door, see who it is."

Blaine woke with a start, his phone going off under the pillow near his ear and a warm body wriggling against him. He wrenched his eyes open to see the back of Kurt's head in the early morning light.

He practically fell out of the bed trying to get away.

The movement woke Kurt up fully. "Blaine?"

"Kurt…"

"Come back to bed," Kurt mumbled, face mostly in the pillow. Then Kurt groaned and rolled onto his back, fished a hand under the pillow to retrieve Blaine's phone, and proceeded to squint almost angrily at the device. "Damn, and I was having such a nice dream."

Kurt sat up and held the phone out to Blaine. "I didn't have the heart to wake you when it went off the first time, so I set the alarm for later."

"I was going to…" He let his voice taper off, unsure what he was actually going to say. He took the phone from Kurt hesitantly and with a quiet thanks. "I'll just… um, I'll go to my room now. See you later?"

Kurt nodded and yawned. "You still owe me."

"Yeah." Blaine smiled fondly and ducked in for a kiss, ignoring Kurt's squeak and ensuing complaint about morning breath. "I'll see you later."

Blaine ducked out of the room as quietly as possible and tip toed to the room next store. Once he'd successfully closed the door he let out a relieved sigh. "That could have gone much worse." He rolled onto his air mattress and snuggled into his blankets and pillow.

He didn't fall asleep, merely stayed on the edge of consciousness, unable to truly rest when his bed felt so cold and lonely.