Kurt and Blaine were sleeping soundly in Kurt's bed. It was mid Sunday morning and Carole and Burt had gone away for the weekend, leaving Kurt and Blaine with the house to themselves. Needless to say, they had worn each other out the night before and into the wee hours of the morning.
Kurt stirred a little bit, accidentally bumping Blaine.
Blaine's eyes popped open and he smiled at Kurt's half-awake face. "Good morning, sunshine," Blaine said as he stretched.
"Good morning," Kurt said. "Would you like some breakfast?" He leaned over and placed several kisses on Blaine's lips and face.
Blaine smiled. "Yes, please," he replied.
Kurt sat up and slung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Wait! I can't find my glasses!" Blaine exclaimed as he groped around frantically on the nightstand.
"I'm sure they'll turn up. I'm going to go and st…" Kurt stopped in his tracks when he felt and heard something crunch under his foot.
"You didn't…" Blaine said.
Kurt reached down and picked up Blaine's shattered glasses, now in a few pieces.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said.
Blaine sighed. "It's fine. Lenscrafters is open on Sunday and I have insurance on them. No big deal," Blaine said. He kissed Kurt and led him downstairs to the kitchen.
"How did your glasses end up on the floor on my side of the bed?" Kurt asked.
"Because you took them and held them hostage and forgot to give them back to me," Blaine replied.
"Oh yeah," Kurt said laughing. Kurt made them a lovely breakfast as Blaine put in his contacts, and they spent the day together, laughing about the morning.