Mutual Butterflies

worth it

Chapter 15

The sun felt warm on his face and started filtering through his closed eyelids waking him up slowly. A smile was starting to form on his face and he realized he was so relaxed, he hadn't slept that well in a really long time.

His hand moved a little bit and his mattress felt a little too firm under his touch.

But then he felt his head rise and fall gently and the smell of cinnamon filled his nostrils.

An arm was wraped around his back and something was touching his hair, combing it back.

His eyes opened right away and he moved his head so that whoever was messing with his hair stopped.

He heard a light chuckle and an even quieter 'sorry' before realizing that weird mattress he was laying on was another person.

The light in the room was so bright that his eyes had to adjust for a few minutes but when they did, he recognized that blue wall and that big black shiny piano.

And so he smiled.

This smile was not forced.

Not unconscious.

Not fake.

He smiled and looked up meeting stunning honey eyes circled by dark long and doll-like lashes, a soft smile and a shy blush on olive skin,

"Hey sleepy head..."

It was almost a whisper, and Kurt couldn't stop the grin that was replacing his smile,

"Were you watching me while I was asleep?"

   *snort*

"No..."

"Creep..."

Blaine rolled his eyes faking annoyance, and moved fast, rolling Kurt back on his back and hovering over him, hands on each side of his head. He buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck, making him bark out a loud laugh before pulling away and trailing small kisses all over his face and neck.

"Good morning to you too Blaine..."

Blaine kissed him once on the lips before falling back down next to him on the bed and snuggling by his side,

"'Morning"

They stayed silent for a while just enjoying each other's presence and warmth, and then Blaine spoke again,

"You wanna stay for breakfast?"

Kurt nodded silently smiling sweetly.

"It's Sunday, I don't have work... we could... uhm- hang out or just stay in or-"

And a small slap on his shoulder cut him off followed by a short laugh,

"Blaine Anderson! You just want to use me for great sex and my cooking skills don't lie!"

   *chuckle*

"It was great sex..."

"It was..."

"But no, that's not why I want you around, at least it's not the only reason..."