This is schmoopy fluff. Sweet, loving D/s overtones if you want to read it that way.
When he gets back to the loft, Blaine wants nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep for at least sixteen hours. He sets down the heavy bags of groceries with a loud groan and starts massaging his palms.
His hard day had started the night before, if he really thought about it. Kurt had been working a late shift at the diner, so Blaine had to fall asleep without the warmth of his fiancé’s body next to him in their bed, with just the sound of his own solitary breathing to distract him from the noise of the city outside.