EDIT: See chapter 1.
Also, I figured I might as well take this opportunity to beta myself.
They woke up around five in the morning, way before Blaine's alarm would have woken them up on a weekday and MUCH too early for the Saturday that it was. Blaine was pressed lightly up against Kurt's back. "Morning, Kurt." Blaine mumbled and kissed the back of Kurt's neck softly. He was still really tired; they hadn't slept much the night before, too wrung out from their failed experience to relax enough.
"Morning," Kurt mumbled sleepily and rolled over slowly. He tensed a little when he landed flat on his back but continued anyway. Sleep warm hands found Blaine's bare chest under the covers. Even if the night before sucked, it was still nice to wake up with his boyfriend like this, to be so close to him.
Blaine leaned in for a kiss but Kurt turned away. Suddenly the warm feeling was gone and Blaine felt transported into the night before, Kurt's pained face appearing in front of his eyes. "Ku…" The name died on his lips. He turned away, sat up to get out of the bed.
"Blaine," Kurt called after him. "Blaine, I…"
"I'm going to make breakfast." Blaine forced his voice to come out steady. "Just… You can do... Like take a shower or something if you want - or brush your teeth…" He stood up and the urge to look at Kurt was almost too much.
"Blaine…" Kurt tried again and he sounded SO sad, Blaine HATED sad Kurt, he had to look. Kurt was sitting on his bed, blankets pooled around his hips, chest bare and beautiful, face set so sad. "Don't… don't go."
"I was just going to make…" Blaine trailed off, Kurt looked so distraught.
"I love you." Kurt reached a hand out for him and Blaine found himself being pulled back into the bed. "I love you." Kurt promised and kissed Blaine's mouth. "I love you." He kissed harder.
A very familiar heat awoke in Blaine, but with it came fear and guilt, it was too soon for this. He pulled Kurt off him and shook his head. "I love you too, but it's too soon right now."
Kurt deflated against him, head landing against Blaine's neck. "Thank you," Kurt whispered.
"It's okay. I told you I wanted you comfortable, well… I want me comfortable too."
"Understood." Kurt nodded, his nose brushing the sweet spot on Blaine's neck. "I love you so much, Blaine, you have no idea."
"I think I might." Blaine forced out a laugh, trying desperately to lighten the mood. "How about I actually go make breakfast now, I'm actually really hungry."
Kurt laughed and it sounded genuine. "Okay, and I think I'm going to take a bath. Your bath does work right, it's not just decoration?"
"It works fine." Blaine wiggled until he could nuzzle the top of Kurt's head.
"Bring breakfast up to me?" Kurt asked quietly, voice full of nerves.
"In the bath? Scandalous my dear," Blaine joked. "Of course." He kissed the top of Kurt's head and slipped out of bed again. "I'll be up in about ten minutes I think."
Kurt's ass HURT still. Not as bad as last night, and not nearly as bad as he was expecting, but the pain hadn't just magically gone away. However, after a few minutes in the hot bath water he was already feeling better.
Kurt was playing with the bubbles he'd found under Blaine's sink when said boy waltzed in with a tray of food. Blaine set it down on the placemat and sat with his back to wall right next to the tub. "So, for your dinning pleasure, I have an egg sandwich." Blaine pointed to a lopsided thing. "It's egg whites, because I know you care about that kind of stuff, but we don't have whole wheat anything because Mom thinks it tastes like cardboard so the English muffin is just a regular one. I didn't know if you wanted salt and pepper or ketchup or something else though. I realized I've never seen you eat breakfast. You do like eggs right?"
"I do." Kurt nodded. They weren't his favorite, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Thank you."
Blaine held out a small hand towel as Kurt sat up straighter in the tub. "I figured you'd want dry hands." He said by way of explanation. Kurt took it gratefully and dried off his hands. "Anything on it?"
"Just some pepper," Kurt answered and watched Blaine sprinkle it on. "Thank you."
They sat in the bathroom eating quietly for a while. It was kind of nice, if unconventional. Kurt hadn't expected Blaine to bring the food in here. "So, the other door, that's your brother's room?" Kurt asked when he was done. "I've always wondered."
"Yeah." Blaine nodded. "It is."
"Oh… where is he? And you're parents? I forgot to ask last night, I just sort of assumed…" Kurt trailed off.
"Well my brother's never home. Dad comes home on Saturday mornings and Mom had a story in Cincinnati this weekend, so they're staying over there," Blaine answered and stuck the last of his own breakfast in his mouth.
"Where's your dad the rest of the week?" Kurt asked. They had never really spent much time at Blaine's house, too used to using Kurt's, they were only just now getting into the habit of visiting the Anderson household.
"His office is in Cincinnati. We used to live over there, but then my grandma died and we got this house. My parents decided to keep our old apartment and Dad uses it when he goes in to the office. He only has to be there Wednesday through Friday though, so he works from home the rest of the time," Blaine answered.
"So that's why I never see him," Kurt mused. "Alright, I think I'm pruning. Time to get out."
"One day I wanna get in there with you." Blaine laughed and started gathering the remains of their breakfast.
"Just don't try to drag me into a hot tub." Kurt shrugged.
"Why?"
"Long story."