trufflemores told me to write breakfast snuggles, because she always tells me to write snuggles. I ain't mad.

Blaine tiptoed into the bedroom, carefully balancing the tray he was holding – burning himself on hot coffee wouldn't really be a great way to start the day. He set the tray on his nightstand and plopped himself gently onto the bed, reaching out a hand to shake Kurt's shoulder.

"Kuuuurt."

"Mmmf."

"Kuuuurt."

"No, s'early. Sleep," Kurt muttered, curling into his pillow.

"I made you breakfast in bed for your birthday," Blaine said, thinking food might perk up his evening person husband.

"S'not breakfast time. Can't possibly be morning already," Kurt said. He must have been waking up a little, because he managed to enunciate most of what he was saying. Blaine took this as a good sign.

"It's already – wait, shit, it's only like eight o'clock," Blaine said, catching a glimpse of their alarm clock. "That didn't take quite as long as I thought it would to cook."

"It's not even eight?" Kurt asked, groaning. He rolled over and flung his arms around Blaine's waist, pulling Blaine down next to him and snuggling onto Blaine's chest with a satisfied smile. "That's like the middle of the night."

"How did you even get up for high school every day?" Blaine asked, stroking Kurt's hair.

"I drank boatloads of coffee and hid my alarm clock in my closet so I had to get up to turn it off," Kurt said. "I never want to see five thirty in the morning ever again."

"Well, there go my plans for watching the sun rise with you tomorrow," Blaine teased. "Damn."

"It's my birthday, you're not allowed to sass me," Kurt grumbled. "Especially if I haven't even had any coffee yet. My brain's so foggy that I can't think of a good retort."

"Poor baby," Blaine crooned, glad Kurt's eyes were closed so he couldn't see the shit-eating grin on Blaine's face. "I do have a mocha with your name on it over here, you know."

"You do?!" Kurt said, sitting bolt upright and nearly smacking Blaine in the jaw with his head. "Gimme."

"What'll you give me in return?" Blaine said, pushing himself up and winking at Kurt. He reached over to his nightstand and held the cup away teasingly.

"I won't hide all your hair gel for keeping me from my coffee," Kurt said, glaring at Blaine in a way that just dared Blaine to cal his bluff.

Blaine didn't tempt fate. "Deal." He handed Kurt the warm mug, and Kurt instantly knocked back a couple of long sips.

"Mmmm," he said, smile blooming across his face. "Best birthday ever."

"And you haven't even seen your present yet."

"I already love it. I love you. I'm so glad you're my husband, B," Kurt said, leaning in and giving Blaine a quick, chocolaty kiss.

"You're just saying that because I brought you food and let you use me as a pillow," Blaine said, grabbing his own mug and swigging.

"So what if I am?" Kurt teased.

"Then I'm eating the cinnamon roll I got you and I won't be sorry."

"You're evil."

"No, I'm not," Blaine said, putting his mug back so he could hand Kurt the cinnamon roll he'd decorated with a candle. He quickly struck a match and lit it. "Make a wish!"

"Like there's anything I need to wish for right now." Kurt made a show of closing his eyes and thinking anyways before he blew out the candle and dug in.

"So did you wish for that new Gucci-"

"If I tell you, it won't come true!"