So much… sub!Blaine on my tumblr… can't… resist…
Other than that I really have no idea what the point of this drabble is. I'm just throwing ideas at the Word document at this point.
No Pants Sundays
It takes a while to get used to living alone.
The first time Kurt wakes to find Blaine in the kitchen, cooking breakfast naked, he almost runs to grab Blaine's robe and wrap him with it before he remembers, through the morning haze, that no one else is there.
Blaine still looks around hesitantly before kneeling at Kurt's side, still stops to close the curtains sometimes before they head to bed.
It takes them a while to get used to it, but once they do, it's heavenly.
Kurt can wake up to a blowjob without being bothered by someone singing loudly in the shower. He can go to sleep naked without worrying that somehow pictures of him cuddling his fiancé will end up online.
They watch entire TV shows and movies with Blaine kneeling at Kurt's feet, after Kurt buys him a beautiful, floral-print kneeling pillow. He starts wearing his collar whenever he's home, Kurt putting it on him as soon as he steps inside.
Blaine starts thinking about asking for a… place to sleep in, a cage, so to speak, at least for the times when Kurt isn't home to comfort him during the night.
No-pants Sundays become a regular occurrence.
Then, come no-pants Saturdays, and quickly after that the coat rack by the front door is overtaken by the pants that are removed when either of the boys get home.
After all, there's really nothing better than living alone with your one true love, best friend, and pants-less fiancé.