All's Well That Ends Well

Daylight

"You. Kurt Hummel. Are. A. God." Blaine mumbles into his boyfriend's neck in between lazy kisses. It had only been a few hours since the reconciliation after the whole debacle, and they decided to spend the entire day in bed, not wanting to leave each other's loving embrace. Today, Blaine decided to wake Kurt up at 6 am, in love and wanting company. This earned the usual protest and whining, but he got up anyway, willing to do anything Blaine wanted in his fuzzy minded state.

"I'm a god now? What earns me that title?" Kurt replies, flipping Blaine back onto his side so that they were facing each other again.

The shorter smiled happily, bringing a hand up to cup his boyfriend's sharp jawline. "Mmm, you know what."

"Oh, I don't think I do." Kurt quips, leaning in so close that his lips were ghosting right over Blaine's. "But, I mean, I'm much more of a hands on learner." He and Blaine stare at each other like that for a while, so close that they're breathing each other's hair, without a care in the world. Kurt's eyes trace down his face, across his jawline and over his naked collarbone, trailing back up until he meets his eyes. With Blaine facing away from the window, the early morning daylight casts a shadow across his body, leaving a striking golden outline where his backside faces the sun. He was gorgeous, he truly was, and Kurt couldn't imagine anywhere else he'd rather be.

Catching him by surprise, Blaine leans in, closing the gap between them fully, letting the kiss linger for a moment before he pulls away, giggling to himself. "I just had to do that, sorry." Before Kurt can lean back in, the shorter stops him, placing a hand on his bare chest and pushing him back. "Enough of that, I'm starving." He rolled over and pulled himself up, putting his back to Kurt as he reached down to the floor, grabbing a random shirt and throwing it on. Behind him, Blaine can almost feel Kurt staring, so he turns around just before he averts his gaze. "I could tell you were staring, I don't mind."

The taller boy just grumbles, shoving his face into a pillow and groaning. "Ugh, god, I don't wanna get up."

"Then don't?" Blaine laughs, standing up off of the bed and walking towards the door. "I'll bring you something, and you can stay in here for as long as you want, deal?" When Kurt gives him a halfhearted thumbs up, he smiles and walks away, down the hall and into the kitchen. He stretches a bit, raising his arms high over his head, before dropping them quickly when he hears a loud noise blaring from the bedroom. Calling out to his boyfriend, he yells, "Is that my phone?"

"No, it's mine, it's just Rachel." Is the response he gets, and he just turns back into the kitchen.

For a while, Blaine rummages through the fridge and all of the cabinets, looking for something that he could actually cook, before giving up and deciding that it was time to go grocery shopping again, as he'd been putting it off for too long. He trudged back into the bedroom, and dramatically swung the door open to find Kurt looking through the closet, just about to pull out a pair of jeans. "Oh, hey, I was just about to tell you to get dressed. We're basically out of everything, we need to go to Target again."

The taller groaned, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes. "But I don't wanna leave, Bee." He drags his words on, whining like a child.

"Too bad, love, you're coming with me. I mean, unless you'd rather starve." Blaine quipped, already walking towards the end of the bed and slipping on his shoes. Grabbing the McKinley hoodie off of the chair it was thrown on the night before, he slips it over his head and pats around his pocket, looking for his keys. Then, he realizes that he must have left them on the kitchen counter, so he goes back down the hall, with Kurt right behind him, and finds them sitting there.

Confused, Kurt tilts his head and pats Blaine's shoulder. "We're taking your car?"

"Uh, yeah, you said that your car still has the boxes and stuff in it for yesterday, is that fine?"