For all of forty-eight hours, Kurt Hummel had not been able to keep himself from smiling. It had been a Thursday, late summer, and after many months spent waking up alone and sharing their lives vicariously through calls, texts and video chats after their engagement, Blaine had finally, too, made it safely and once and for all to the Big Apple. What once may have been considered a silly high school fantasy shared between two teenagers had officially finally been turned into a reality, and, a few minor less desirable details (such as living together with Rachel Berry and in a place much like Bushwick) aside, so far proven to exceed even their wildest expectations as Kurt had helped his fiancé settle in into their now shared loft apartment and made sure to welcome Blaine into the city happily and with nothing but open arms.
This morning, again, however, Kurt had woken up only to find the other side of the bed once again nothing but completely deserted; a strange sense of déjà vu almost immediately washing over him before soon enough once again relaxing at the near immediate sight of still unopened boxes standing quietly on the opposite side of his makeshift bedroom. “Blaine?” Kurt sleepily called out, pulling away what was left of the duvet covers as he quickly straightened himself up in his position on the bed before briefly checking his own reflection in the bedside mirror. “I thought we’d agreed to leave the rest of the final unpacking until at least after Saturday lunchtime,” he continued, unsure as to whether he was even going to be getting any response from him and treading ever so lightly as he pulled away the bedroom’s curtains and peered into the living room.
“… are those pancakes?”
Finally. He was home. With Kurt. And their always was only just truly beginning. The boxes stacked in the corner that they were too busy just having each other to finish unpacking were proof that–this time–he was here for good. But the most important, physical proof of that was waking up two days in a row to the steady, warm breaths of the love of his life ghosting across his forehead and cheek. The warmth of Kurt’s body held maybe a little on the too snug side that didn’t seem to bother the beautiful man beside him one bit in his slumber was his anchor to remind him he wasn’t dreaming anymore and this was real. Blaine lingered there against him for so long he almost dozed off until he remembered why he was awake so early.
One thing he promised himself was to make up for so much waiting that each morning would start perfect. Just how he imagined. A sleepy eyed Kurt with bed head and too much adorableness for someone so early in the morning would be greeted with the smells of coffee and a breakfast that he’d make sure was just right. And, without further ado, there he was. The sound of Kurt’s voice drew Blaine’s attention from where he was setting down a second stack of pancakes four high just like the one beside it. “No unpacking. Promise..” Hazel eyes were round and quizzitive as he took in the sight he was waiting for and fell in love all over again. “You bet they are but..I couldn’t pick just one kind so I made two. Raspberry and lemon..and..um. Sit down? Everything’s ready..” Now it was time for him to lose a little bit of his composure and stand there grinning like the lovesick fool he wasn’t the slightest bit ashamed of being.
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