Morning
Media: Fic
Title: Morning
Rating: G
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: 442
Summary: Sunday Mornings are the best mornings
Author’s Note: Wrote this during work thursday night. I like fics like these. This is un-beta'd and I would appreciate constructive criticism if you have it!
Blaine loved the mornings when he woke up before Kurt. It’s usually on a sunday morning, for some odd reason (Blaine thinks it’s just his biological clock preset that was driven into him when he was little and had to get up for church). The sun would just barely peak through their venetian blinds, casting warm glowing stripes of light onto their figures under the covers. Blaine knew the time of morning when the beam of light would hit the top of Kurt’s head and illuminate all the different colors in his hair. There was a light caramel brown, a few strands of fiery red, and a silken blonde. The light would slowly follow Blaine’s index finger down flawless skin and a cheekbone, maybe a bridge of a nose if Kurt was sleeping a particular way. Sometimes, Blaine would get Kurt to scrunch his nose in his sleep, and it was quite possibly the cutest thing Blaine has ever seen Kurt do. A thumb would guide the light over soft and full lips, sometimes they opened part way on contact, other times they would pout like they were searching for a good morning kiss.
As Blaine’s fingers would travel down, to stroke over the softness of Kurt’s neck and his collarbones, Blaine would drink in the sight before him. It was Blaine’s last year of college and it was Kurt’s first year out in the working world, and their schedules kept them very busy. This was one of the only times during the week where Blaine could drink Kurt in for a while, greedily and hungrily and let the passion brew inside him, slow and strong.
It was times like these when Blaine took a time leap back and remembered the first time he woke up next to Kurt in his bed, in a similar situation like this. It was just the first night that Kurt slept over, the summer after they got together. Blaine’s parents went to his Grandmother’s house for the weekend, and Kurt came to his house. They did nothing that night but lay on Blaine’s bed and stare at each other, eyes roaming over each other, still not believing the universe was so kind to them to let them find love at this point in their lives, knowing what they have been through, and what they were craving.
Blaine still craved it, even 6 years later. And when Kurt opened his eyes in those early morning hours, and curls into Blaine with a tiny huff and a soft whine like he did so many years ago, Blaine knew Kurt still craved it as well.