The morning after Blaine finally moves in the loft.
Teddy Bears and Snoring
Kurt groaned when he realized he was waking up. He didn't even want to wake up to another day of him in New York and his fiancé so far away in Lima-
No, wait. There was an arm around his waist. The room was filled with familiar snoring sounds.
Oh, that's right. Blaine moved in last night, with heavy boxes and huge smiles and I-missed-you sex.
And there he was, his hair a field of flowing, untamed curls, his mouth gaped open, his breath warm on Kurt's shoulder. He had a morning boner, too, pressing against Kurt's thigh.
"Oh, B," Kurt chuckled, placing his arm low in Blaine's waist. "I love you," he said, almost more for himself than for Blaine.
Blaine let out an even louder snore, completely oblivious; Kurt rolled onto his side so he could admire Blaine's face more closely, giggling at the sight of it squashed on the pillow. He kissed Blaine's nose, and he tsked his tongue before closing his mouth and cuddling in closer.
"You're just like a giant teddy bear," Kurt uttered softly, adoringly. "Only you snore."
Blaine's hand grabbed the small of Kurt's back, almost kneading it, and Kurt let his eyes drift close and his body loosen, humming a lullaby and enjoying the peaceful morning.