Kurt dragged himself down the stairs into his kitchen with Blaine at his side.
Carole was at the stove, making a celebratory breakfast for Blaine.
"Thanks for letting me stay here last night," Blaine said, still exhausted.
"Well I wasn't going to let you drive back home that late," she said. "Take a seat."
The night before, the New Directions had returned from Nationals, with a shiny, gold, first place trophy.
Kurt had met Blaine at the bus and had brought him home for a celebration dinner, and then more celebrating after Carole and Burt went out for their date night. The boys sat down at the table, where there were already two glasses of orange juice set out. The day's newspaper was sitting on the other side of the table and Kurt picked it up to skim. "Blaine! Look!" he said, nudging his boyfriend.
On the front page was a huge, color picture of the New Directions with their first place trophy. The headline read 'New Directions Bring Home the Gold!"
"That's so cool," Blaine said, smiling. He and Kurt skimmed the article as Carole was plopping eggs and bacon onto their plates and refilling their orange juice glasses.
"That's a lovely article. Let me take it and I'll hang it on the refrigerator. I'll scan it so your parents can have a copy, too," Carole said.
"Wow, thanks," Blaine said.
"So how does it feel to hold two national show choir titles?" Kurt asked Blaine.
Blaine thought for a moment. "Incredible. So unbelievable. And I have you to thank for it, Kurt."
Kurt smiled. "You're amazing," he said shyly. They ate their breakfasts and spent the day in Kurt's bed, watching musicals and letting Blaine sleep off his exhausting weekend.