Kurt loved sleeping in on Saturdays. Waking up to the birds chirping (okay, the taxi cabs honking) was so much more relaxing than waking up to an alarm clock. He stretched, but then jumped up when he realized something vitally important: it was Wednesday. He glanced over at his clock, which read 8:45. If he left in ten minutes, he could make his train to the NYADA campus. He leapt out of bed and quickly got dressed in black pants and a button up before running out into the kitchen, where Blaine was. "Why didn't you wake me up?" he asked frantically.
"I was going to, but you just looked so cute when you were sleeping," Blaine said.
"Well I'm not going to look so cute when I'm late for class!" he said.
"Relax, I've got you covered. Here's your lunch so you don't have to pack one yourself," Blaine said, handing him a paper bag.
Kurt glanced inside. He knew Blaine's history with cooking. "What's in here? What did you make?" Kurt asked.
Blaine laughed. "Relax. It's a ham and cheese sandwich on whole wheat, cut-up strawberries, some pretzels, and a fun-size Hershey bar. My personal touch," Blaine said.
Kurt went to speak, but Blaine cut him off.
"And yes, I remembered a fork for the strawberries," he said.
Kurt sighed. "Thank you." He leaned in to kiss his fiancée.
"No problem. Now, get out of here or you're going to miss your train. Here's some breakfast," Blaine said. He handed Kurt a bagel and a cup of coffee in a travel mug.
"You're right. Have a great day," Kurt said.
"You too." With one more kiss, Kurt ran out the door, and was not late to class, thanks to Blaine.