The first week of July was a big week for both Kurt and Blaine. They had stayed in Lima until then, packing Blaine's room and spending time with each of their families before packing up Blaine's dad's car and driving to New York. The plan was to move into the loft together. It was just something that was obvious. They had waited for this moment for what felt like forever. Moving in together in New York, it was what Blaine had only dreamed of. He could hardly contain his excitement sitting in the backseat of his dad's car with Kurt to his left and his parents in the front seat. They wanted to drive him.
Seeing New York was like a breath of fresh air. Of course he had been there before to visit Kurt, but this felt different. This was his new home. He would be staying here from now on, living here with his fiancé. He was going to be able to walk the street everyday, take the subway to NYADA, hold hands as him and Kurt walked through central park whenever they felt like doing so. He was just so ready to start his life now.
He didn't have much to move into the loft. It was only his and Kurt's right now because Rachel was at Elliot's and Santana was away with Brittany. He knew Sam was coming soon, more like the next day to sleep on their couch until he found a job or a place to stay. All he brought along was his whole closet. Kurt had everything else, and they settled in just fine, saying goodbye to his parents later after dinner. That night him and Kurt had what was, in Blaine's opinion, the best sex they've ever had.
The months following were pure bliss. Every morning, Blaine woke up and made breakfast for Kurt. They would pick out each other's clothes, and start on their activities. Once school started, they walked to the school together, went to lunch together, walked home together, and spent the night together. It was all he could ever wish for and more. His life was perfect.
On a cold winter morning, Blaine woke up snuggled up to Kurt, his head on his chest. He always had the tendency to gravitate towards his fiancé, but Kurt didn't seem to mind. He sat up, squeezing Kurt's hand before slipping out of bed to make him breakfast in bed. He may have done it every day, but the smile on Kurt's face was worth all the work. He moved around the kitchen with ease, he'd had months to learn the kitchen like the back of his hand.
He was too into making his lemon blueberry pancakes, Kurt's favorite, to hear the curtain slide open, which was until he heard, "What?"
"No, I can't serve you breakfast in bed if you're not in bed," he said, just a little disappointed because he had a plan.
"It's been months!" Kurt said, raising his hand. "You don't have to keep doing-Oh, that does smell good."
"Lemon blueberry pancakes," he told him with a smile before pointing to the table. "And the Sunday chronicle."
"It's not even Sunday." Blaine took the pancake off of the skillet and onto a plate as Kurt stepped towards the table.
"They print the Arts and Leisure section and Style section on Wednesday."
"You know me so well. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"You can…" he said, picking up the plate of pancakes to turn to look at the table, noticing the coffee that wasn't done. "Check if the coffee is steep enough to press."
He got the tray ready, carrying it over to Kurt who was sitting at the table now, coffee press in his hand, and Blaine paused for a minute. Reality hit him like it did every morning. "I still can't believe it. We're really doing it. Living together, building a future together."
"In Bushwick," Kurt said as Blaine slid the tray in front of him, taking a sip of the coffee he poured. "Did you ever imagine that?"
"It's actually way, way better," he admitted, sitting down. "Every morning I get to wake up next to you. I get to walk you to the subway, and then walk you to class, and most days I get to have lunch with you and even after all that amazing-ness…I get to come home to you. Then I get to crawl up in bed with you, get under the covers…"
