It was around 8:00 on a Saturday morning. Kurt laid peacefully in his bed, snuggled up to Blaine.
The sound of Blaine's alarm had just startled him awake. Blaine had to get up early to leave to go and meet Sam to practice a duet before Sam's shift at work started. Blaine was now, as if he could read Kurt's mind, gently stroking Kurt's hair away from his face. "Shh…I'm sorry. Go back to sleep. I'll see you for our date tonight." Blaine placed a gentile kiss on Kurt's forehead and climbed out of bed.
Kurt mumbled something sadly, but couldn't fight sleep any longer.
Blaine chuckled to himself as he watched his boyfriend fall back into his slumber. Blaine was as careful as he could possibly be as he crept around, packing up his clothes and getting dressed for the day. He brushed his teeth, but didn't bother to gel his hair. He could do that after he rehearsed, after he had showered for his and Kurt's date that night. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he saw that Sam had texted him.
Hey, I woke up with a sore throat and I don't think I should sing. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow it read.
Blaine texted him back that he hoped he felt better soon and grabbed his bag. He turned one last time to look at Kurt, who was still out cold. He smiled and dropped his bag. Pulling the comforter back, he curled up with Kurt again.
What woke Kurt up wasn't Blaine's touch, but the strong scent of his cologne and his mint toothpaste. "What are you doing?" Kurt asked groggily.
"Sam doesn't feel well so we're not rehearsing today," Blaine said with a huge yawn.
"Okay," Kurt said sleepily. "Goodnight."
"I love you," Blaine said, but there was no response. He smiled, knowing his fiancée was sound asleep once again, and soon was asleep again too.