AN: Inspired by lyrics from "High" by James Blunt.
Waving good-bye to Cooper who had come to see me in my first Broadway performance, though it was a small role, I turned and headed up the front stairs of my apartment building. I had missed Kurt tonight as he had declined to go out for a late dinner and drinks with my brother and me claiming he just wanted to go home and relax. My fiancé and I were performing in the same production, but Kurt had landed the male lead which meant his rehearsal schedule had been much more demanding than mine. He was having much more success on Broadway than I was and I was happy for him. He deserved to be on the stage, where he could shine. The only thing I feared was that one day he would realize I was holding him back and go his own way.
Reaching the apartment, I opened the door and walked in. The lamp by the door was still on but the apartment was quiet. I made my way through the living room to the bedroom I shared with Kurt. My fiancé was asleep on the bed though he didn't look like he was in the most comfortable position. He was only half undress - he had removed his vest and shirt but still wore his jeans and one shoe. Though his legs were still over the side of the bed, Kurt was laying half on his side, the shoe he had removed on the bed not far from his hand. Apparently he had falling asleep trying to get undressed.
"Kurt," I called to him in a normal voice as I sat down on the bed next to him. Reaching out I ran my fingers through his hair. "Hey sleepy head, wake up."
"Is it morning already?" he asked groggily, opening his eyes. He let out a soft groan as he moved to sit up.
"No, but I think you need to finish getting ready for bed and get into it properly," I told him with a half laugh. Reaching out, I started massaging his shoulders, becoming aware of just how stiff and tense he was.
Kurt moaned with pleasure as he leaned back into the massage. "I was going to take a bath. I remember drawing the water and then coming back in here to undress."
"Well, I think that's as far as you got," I told him. "You still want a hot bath. I can go redraw the water."
"Maybe I should wait until morning. I think I would probably fall asleep in it at this point."
"I'll make sure you don't drown if you do," I told him softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the nape of his neck.
"I love you," Kurt replied, the tenderness and appreciation in his voice telling me that he meant it and banishing my fears of him moving beyond me for the time being.