Blaine's phone rang loudly on his nightstand. It was a little past 10:00 AM on a rainy Sunday in April, so the ring woke Blaine from a peaceful slumber. He looked at the caller ID and saw Kurt's smiling face. "What…?" Blaine mumbled.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Kurt chirped.
Blaine was silent for a moment. "I'm going back to bed. Goodnight sunshine."
He reached for the end button, but was stopped by Kurt yelling "Wait!" on the other end.
Blaine sighed. "What do you need, darling?" he asked.
"I wanted your opinion on something," Kurt said.
Blaine groaned. "Is it important?" Blaine asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Very," Kurt replied.
Blaine sighed. "Okay, go ahead," he said.
"When you were little, did you think that part in Snow White where she eats the poison apple was scary?" Kurt asked.
Blaine groaned into his pillow. "Kurt, how much coffee have you had today?" he asked.
"Just today? Or counting last night?" Kurt asked.
"Did you sleep?" Blaine asked.
"No," Kurt replied.
"What have you been doing all night with all that caffeine?" Blaine asked, puzzled.
"I cleaned the loft. Santana is dirty. In more ways than one. And she refuses to clean up after herself. And she yells at me when I try to clean because she thinks I'm going to take her stuff, so I clean the only time when she can't bother me: when she's sleeping," Kurt replied, clearly very proud of his plan.
"I see. Now please go to bed before the coma sets in," Blaine said.
Kurt sighed. "Fine." They said goodbye and hung up.
Blaine buried himself back into his bed and fell asleep. He did have to admit to himself that Kurt's call made his morning a little brighter.