Fluff today, smut tomorrow.
Tired.
Sleep now.
Enjoy!
(Title from the song of the same name.)
Wake Up Boo
Kurt opened his eyes to Blaine's face looking at him adoringly with a blindingly bright smile.
"Good mor-" Blaine cut his sentence with a short, sweet kiss, "ning."
"Goodmorning, beautiful."
Kurt smiled, biting his lip. Pet names were a soft spot since they got back together. "What are you all excited about?"
Blaine kissed him again, not afraid to let his tongue wander a little. "Waking up, here in New York, with you."
Kurt's heart melted a little. "I love you."
Blaine giggled and kissed his nose. "Love you, too." Then he darted to kiss him properly on the mouth, long and languid and full of teasing tongues and bites, until Kurt pushed him away.
"Morning breath," he murmured.
Blaine scrunched up his nose. "You know I don't mind."
Kurt slapped his ass playfully. "Not mine, yours. I told you to go brush your teeth before falling asleep."
He rolled out of the bed, sticking out his tongue at Kurt. "Fine. I'll go brush my teeth, but you're making waffles for breakfast."