Things you said when you thought I was asleep for klaine?
“That butt is a masterpiece.”
Blaine is on the verge of waking up, and truth be told, the cold draft that sneaked under the blankets and sheets is probably to be blamed for that.
But hearing Kurt’s soft whisper, slightly awed even, explains a lot.
Blaine knows that in the past years, Kurt has developed an habit of waking up first–
“Fucking sculptural …”
–and that sometimes he takes advantage of that time to just … look at Blaine.
“Except that he’s more golden than marble …”
Today seems to be a full-out musing while letting the cold air in, dammit.
“Oh goosebumps …”
“Drop the sheet and spoon me, you creeper,” Blaine mumbles into the pillow, scouting backwards until he can feel the warmth of Kurt’s body.
“Oh, you’re … you’re awake?”
“Only because the cold woke me up,” Blaine replies, yawning before turning his head towards Kurt, blinking sleepily at him in the cold light of the early morning.
Kurt leans forward to kiss the round knot of Blaine’s shoulder, a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Don’t mind,” Blaine replies, a lazy smirk tickling the corner of his mouth. “Makes me feel reaaally appreciated.”
“A sculptural one, or so I heard.”
Kurt reaches under the blanket and smacks said body part lightly. “My favorite,” he says before diving under the sheets and blankets to show just how much he appreciates it.
Now that’s the kind of mornings Blaine cherishes.