Kurt walked out of the bathroom with a smile curled on his face as he watched Blaine still sleeping in his bed, their bed. He ran the towel through his damp hair one last time before hanging it on the door and making his way to the sleeping slave.
"Blaine." He murmured into the crook of Blaine’s neck. "Beautiful." He hummed as he slipped his mouth across the bare shoulder. "It’s time to get up." Kurt knew eventually he would have to break Blaine’s habit of sleeping in late. If the Mrs. of the house caught wind of a slave slacking over Kurt would hate to think what kind of repercussions would be given to them both. "C’mon beautiful." He brought his finger to dance along Blaine’s side as he trailed kisses down the beautifully sculpted back.