Kurt was undoubtedly worried about Blaine moving to New York with him. The environment in the loft was fragile: one wrong step and Santana could explode, or Rachel could launch into some kind of diva fit. It was mere hours until Kurt's fears were set aside, and now that Blaine had been living in the loft for three months, those fears were nonexistent.
Kurt curled into Blaine's warm body as his alarm went off.
"Shut it off and get up," Blaine ordered into his pillow.
"No, you're warm," Kurt said.
Blaine laughed."Kurt, you have class in a few hours," he said.
Kurt groaned. "Fine, fine," he said. He shut off his alarm and got out of bed. He went into the bathroom and got started on his morning routine.
Blaine soon joined him.
Kurt rummaged through a drawer and then groaned again, realizing he had forgotten to buy toothpaste, and had been forgetting for the last few days. "Can I borrow your toothpaste again?" he asked Blaine.
Blaine had already brushed his teeth and was on his way to the kitchen for breakfast. "Only if you remember to put the cap back on this time," Blaine replied.
Kurt quickly brushed his teeth and made sure he put the cap back on the toothpaste. He then went to get dressed and went out to the kitchen, where Blaine was already stirring brown sugar into some oatmeal.
"Here, you have a long day, this will fill you up," Blaine said, handing Kurt the bowl.
A few minutes later, as he was walking down the stairs and out onto the street, Kurt smiled. He was so glad that Blaine was living with him.