morning after // anderhummel
Waking up, Blake groaned and rolled onto his stomach, pulling his pllow over his head his pillow over his head. He lay there for about a half hour and gave up n attempting to fall back asleep with a sigh eventually dragging himself out of bed. He was still wearing his shirt and suit pants form last night and pulled them off, just putting some clean boxerbriefs on and making his way downstairs.
He wasn’t sure if Kurt was up or not as he walked down the stairs, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn. He wandered around, looking in rooms and findiing no one around. Finally, he walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water, rolling his shoulders with a sigh.