#crissmenzel

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When Blaine wakes up, it’s to the sharp sting of Sir Lancelot’s claws on his skin (right through one of his favourite sweaters, that cat had better hope it won’t leave holes). He’s using his claws to keep himself upright on Blaine’s chest, where he’s licking himself clean.

“Hey there, buddy, I’m done playing your human cushion for today,” he mumbles, gently prying the pet loose from his sweater and putting him on the ground. The cat seems unperturbed and simply patters to the other side of the room, where he drops down and continues doing what he was doing before Blaine interrupted him.

Blaine sits up on the couch and stretches, inhaling deeply and catching the delicious smell of his favourite soup. Wait, soup? That must mean Kurt is home. Indeed, now that he’s more awake, he can hear someone moving around in the kitchen, followed by the sound of a cupboard being opened and closed and something being put down on the table.

He stays on the couch a little while longer, rubs his eyes to try and get the last remnants of sleep out of his system. He’s just about to get up and say hello to his husband when Kurt walks in, a damping cup of soup in each hand.

“Hey there, sleepyhead. Glad to see you’re awake,” he says, a warm smile on his face. Blaine’s only response is to ask “Is that pumpkin soup?” “Well I’m happy to see you too. Does that mean you only married me for my fantastic culinary skills?” Kurt gasps in mock offense. “Of course not,” Blaine answers, stifling a yawn before he continues. “In my defense though, I’ve only been awake for five minutes and I haven’t had anything to eat since noon. It’s really no surprise food is the first thing on my mind right now.” “In that case, you’re lucky I come bearing nourishment.” Kurt hands him one of the cups, adding “Be careful, it’s hot.” “So are you,” Blaine says, trying to wink but ending up just blinking his eyes a couple of times and Kurt can’t stop the giggle escaping from his mouth. Blaine is so adorable when he’s sleepy. “I know, so you keep telling me. Now eat your soup, tiger.”

He sits down next to Blaine on the couch and they sit in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the warmth travelling down their throats as they sip their soup. When they’re done, Kurt puts both empty cups on the coffee table and stretches out on the couch, spreading his arms for Blaine in invitation and Blaine is only too happy to comply. He settles into Kurt side, his curly head resting under Kurt’s chin, his arm thrown around his stomach, and nuzzles his nose into Kurt’s neck. He sighs in contentment and Kurt can feel the tension leaving his body.