Blaine groaned and rolled over; trying to ignore Kurt's incessant shaking.
"You have to get up," Kurt cooed.
"But I don't want to," Blaine mumbled, pulling Kurt into him by the waist. It was a sunny Saturday morning in June. They had fallen asleep in Kurt's bed the night before, while watching a movie.
"You have that special rehearsal for nationals in 2 hours," Kurt whispered, ruffling Blaine's curls. Kurt felt Blaine slump away from him.
"Yeah…and I need to practice that solo," Blaine said. He threw the covers up and hoisted himself to his feet. He quickly got dressed in the bathroom and threw some gel in his hair.
Kurt was still in his pajamas in bed. "Breakfast?" Kurt asked.
"Sure," Blaine replied.
They went down to the kitchen and Kurt started exploring the cupboards for food. He pulled out a box of sugary cereal and two bagels in a bag and held them up for Blaine to see.
"Bagel. I can do it," Blaine said.
"No!" Kurt interjected. "This is my house and you're the guest. I can make you a bagel."
Blaine laughed. "How old fashioned."
Kurt smiled at him and plugged in the toaster. He popped the bagel into the machine and went to sit with Blaine at the table. They were soon enough engaged in an intense conversation about which doctor on "Dr. Who" was the best.
"Matt E. Smith was clearly the best!" Blaine yelled.
"No, David Tennant was obv…what's that smell?" Kurt asked. They both turned and saw smoke coming from the toaster. "Oh my God!" Kurt yelled, rushing over and popping the now black bagel out of the toaster. He guiltily plopped it on a plate and held it out for Blaine.
Blaine laughed. "Lima Bean, my treat," Blaine said.
Kurt sighed, defeated and trudged upstairs to change.