Kurt rolled over and snuggled into Blaine's chest.
Blaine's breathing was slow and steady, and he didn't even flinch when Kurt's body weight was suddenly on him.
Kurt laid awake for about half an hour, until Blaine started stirring.
"Good morning," Blaine said sleepily. He kissed Kurt gently on the lips before reaching his arms up to stretch.
"Good morning!" Kurt said. "Do you want some breakfast?"
"Only if you're making me your amazing blueberry pancakes," Blaine said.
"Um, I don't think we have any blueberries," Kurt said sadly.
Blaine sighed and stretched his arms up again, this time entangling them in the many pillows at the head of Kurt's bed. But he brushed against something that wasn't a pillow. He grasped it and pulled it out to ask Kurt about it. In his hand was a tiny, velveteen, bunny rabbit.
"Um, you can leave her back there," Kurt said, turning bright red.
Blaine tucked the bunny under his arm. "Not until you make me pancakes. Consider her my hostage until then," Blaine said, smiling.
Kurt swatted Blaine's arm. "Can you please put her back? I'll make you your pancakes."
Blaine sighed. "Yeah, sure," he said. He pulled himself out of bed and he and Kurt went downstairs to start on breakfast.
They were in the middle of mixing the batter when Kurt spoke. "The rabbit was from my grandmother. She said it was my mom's," he said.
"And is that why you keep her under your pillow?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded. "I guess I consider it like a dream catcher. If my mom and my grandma are there, nothing bad can happen, right?"
Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt. "Right. And now you have me, so you're really safe."
Kurt smiled. They finished up making breakfast and, despite Blaine grumbling about how there were no blueberries, set up their little feast in front of the television and had a nice time watching cartoons while eating.