For Keeps

39. Last shift.

{Jon}

On Friday morning, Jon's alarm and Kurt's alarm chimed within seconds of each other. Groaning, Jon swiped his phone silent, throwing his arms over his eyes. "We are going to need naps before we go to the club," Jon said.

"You can take a nap while I do your make up," Kurt said, his lips curling in a smile with his eyes still closed. "It's gonna take a couple hours."

Jon's eyes flew open. "A couple hours?" His voice cracked with astonishment and he flipped over to look at Kurt. "I've seen you do your make up--it takes you fifteen minutes, tops."

Kurt chuckled. "I have a very low maintenance daytime look. We're not doing my make up--we're doing drag make up. I'm going to erase your handsome, masculine Jon White face and replace it with fabulous, ultra-feminine--what are we calling this baby queen anyways?"

Jon's mind was still reeling. "I don't know. Something easy for me to remember so you don't end up hollering 'Jon White' over the dance floor."

"Honey?" Kurt asked.

"Mm-hm?" Jon said.

Kurt grinned. "That's her. Honey Angel Baby Face."

Jon snorted and started to laugh. "I still haven't agreed to this whole 'hours of make up' plan. It's just two eyes and a pair of lip--mfph." Kurt's own lips muffled the end of that sentence, and Jon melted a little under his soft, stroking tongue. When he was completely relaxed, Kurt let up, kissing his nose.

"So that's a yes?"

Jon narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to lull me into agreeing with kisses?"

"Is it working?" Kurt's eyes twinkled back at him. "Darlin', if we were doing this my way you'd be tucking."

"What is--" Jon started to ask, and Kurt's positively wicked expression gave him serious second thoughts. "You know what, never mind. This gay doesn't need to know."

Kurt laughed out loud.

"Change of subject," Jon said, and stroked the beard filling in over Kurt's jaw, just long enough to be soft under his fingers and a few shades darker than the hair on Kurt's head. "Are you keeping this? I'm extremely envious--it's so nice and full."

Kurt turned his face from side to side. "No holes?"

"No holes at all." Jon grinned.

"Yeah, I'm wearing it tonight," Kurt said. "King to your queen. It's a little unconventional, but when have I ever been conventional?"

"You're wearing make up too though," Jon checked, worried. "Not just me."

Kurt blew out his lips. "Of course."

"Hours of make up?"

"I mean, my nighttime look is a little more glitzy than my everyday," Kurt said. "But I think thirty minutes, tops. Plus hair."

The math was boggling. "We're going to spend more time getting ready than actually at the club," Jon said.

Kurt smiled slowly. "And we're going to be spectacular."

Jon's alarm chimed again and he sighed, slipping out of their warm bed to pull on his hoodie for work one more time before his holidays. Kurt rolled over and buried his face in their pillows. "I'm hitting snooze five more times." His voice was muffled. "See you tonight."

Jon stretched and then gently touched his toes, trying to wake his tired body up. "You'll see me at lunch, love. The minute I'm done shift I'm driving to your worksite to do a happy dance with you and Cary."