Some people are not morning people.
(Also, Drabble 404: creativity not found.)
Get You Outta Bed
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
Blaine lets out a string of incoherent curse words and flings a hand at his phone, successfully knocking it to the floor, where it keeps buzzing.
"Shut up," he mumbles.
He hears footsteps, and them the phone stops buzzing. There's a soft hand on his hair, rubbing unruly curls.
"Rise and shine, B."
Blaine groans into the pillow. "No."
"I'll tickle you!" Kurt threatens, and Blaine opens his eyes to look at his Husband's amused face.
"You wouldn't," says Blaine. "Would you?" he sounds worried, and Kurt laughs.
"Come on, babe, time to get out of bed," he pats on where he believes Blaine's ass is.
"But I don't wanna!" says Blaine, pouting at Kurt, who leans down to kiss his cheek.
"I've made you breakfast," he whispers in Blaine's ear, low and hot. Why is his voice so smooth? Blaine's brain can't comprehend the change so quickly.
"Mm?"
Kurt moves the covers and sucks a kiss onto Blaine's neck; he moans, high-pitched and confused. "It's getting cold. But if you come eat with me now, we'll have time…" he licks Blaine's warm skin. "Time to let me swallow something other than coffee…"
Blaine doesn't feel one little bit of shame for nearly jumping out of bed and heading to the kitchen, Kurt giggling behind him.