Blaine laid in Kurt's bed, completely content. He always woke up before Kurt. Light streamed in through the windows and blue sky was visible through the skylight, so Blaine knew that it had to be morning, but he didn't dare move to look at his phone for the time. There was a tiny, wiry, beautiful boy entangled up in him.
Kurt had one arm flung over Blaine's chest and the other arm gently resting under Blaine's head. There was a sweet smile on his face.
Blaine gently moved his arm to brush Kurt's chestnut hair away from his face.
Kurt's nose wrinkled slightly and his eyes fluttered open.
Blaine moved his hand down to rub Kurt's back. "Good morning, sunshine," Blaine grumbled.
Kurt smiled. "Mmm, that feels nice," he cooed. He snuggled into Blaine's chest again.
"Shh, go back to sleep. I can tell you're still tired." Blaine placed a gentle kiss on top of Kurt's head.
Kurt smiled again and with one deep, settled breath, he was back to sleep.
Blaine went back and forth between playing with Kurt's hair and rubbing his back.
About an hour later, Kurt stirred again. He looked up at Blaine and smiled.
Blaine's stomach grumbled.
"Someone's hungry," Kurt said as he rolled onto his stomach. He propped himself on his elbows and kissed Blaine gently on the lips. "Pancakes?" Kurt asked.
"Sounds delicious," Blaine said. He brought his hand back up to Kurt's face. "I love you," Blaine said.
"I love you too," Kurt replied. They both stood and stretched and went downstairs to get a start on breakfast.