Blaine's alarm blared from his bedside table. He knew he was going to have to get used to getting up early to take the subway to his classes at NYU, but today was not the day to be used to waking up early. He groaned and slammed the top of the box with his palm to get it to shut off, even just for five minutes. He rolled over to snuggle up to his fiancée, but Kurt was mysteriously absent. Blaine groaned and got up. Realizing he was just in his boxer shorts, and Santana and Rachel were lurking around the loft, he got dressed hastily. He knew he should care about his appearance, it being his first day of his college classes, but he was too tired to care. He wandered into the kitchen, where he found Kurt cooking breakfast.
"Good morning, Mr. College Student," Kurt said.
"Why are you up so early?" Blaine asked him sleepily. He leaned in and kissed him.
"I wanted to make you a special breakfast on your first day," Kurt said. He plopped a big plate of French toast in front of Blaine and poured him a cup of coffee.
Blaine drank at the coffee readily. "I'm going to have to get used to getting up early," Blaine said.
"Clearly," Kurt said. "You look like a mess."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "I don't look that bad," he said.
Kurt glared at him. "Your hair is sticking up, you have bags under your eyes, that t-shirt is dirty, and you missed a belt loop," Kurt said.
Blaine sighed and got up to fix his belt and adjust his hair in his reflection in the microwave.
"You'll get used to it, I promise. It took me a while, too," Kurt said.
Blaine kissed him and went to retrieve his book bag.
"My train is five minutes after yours. I'll walk with you to the station," Kurt said. They walked, hand in hand, into a very important day.