Kurt barely gets any sleep. At first he blames it on the three glasses of wine, but as he continues to toss and turn at close to three in the morning he realizes he's too wound up with nerves to sleep. He's fixated on keeping to his side of the bed, not trusting himself not to roll over to Blaine's side once he's fully asleep. He's been told in the past that he has a tendency to hog the covers, so he continually checks to make sure he and Blaine each have an equal amount. He's worried that maybe he's suddenly started snoring in the past few months and no one has been in his bed to discover it. He's worried he'll find a way to embarrass himself even when he isn't awake. He does eventually fall asleep, but he rockets out of the bed the moment his body stirs, just the slightest bit awake.

He knows that it's far too early to be awake on a Saturday — the sun still hasn't risen high enough for the morning sunshine to stream through his window. He stands up so quickly it makes him light headed, having to brace himself against the closet handle. He glances down at his bed — Blaine is still blissfully asleep, curled up in a ball and tucked into the covers. It's adorable, and if Kurt wasn't' so concerned about the awkward fumble of waking up beside his (platonic, but maybe almost kissed last night(?)) roommate, he would crawl back into bed.

He sets off to the kitchen to start up a pot of coffee — he always desperately needs caffeine in the morning, but especially today. He sits in his usual armchair, curled up with his mug scrolling through his phone until he's refreshed his various feeds in vain at least twice. It's still too early for anyone else to be up and posting content. He decides making breakfast would be the best use of his time, looking up a recipe for blueberry crêpes he's been meaning to try and setting off to work.

Cooper stumbles out of Blaine's room not long after, sniffing at the air and letting the smell of coffee and breakfast guide him.

"Good morning, Not Sebastian," Cooper teases as he takes a seat at the kitchen counter, looking unfairly handsome for such an ungodly hour.

"Good morning, Not Blaine," Kurt replies, the two sharing a laugh as Kurt sets down a mug in front of Cooper.

"I really am sorry about yesterday. Blaine may exaggerate a lot about me, but I really could do a better job of listening to him," he admits shyly.

Kurt shrugs, pouring Cooper a cup of coffee before returning to the stove.

"If it's any consolation I like you better than I imagine I would've liked Sebastian," Cooper adds.

Kurt tries not to let his interest look too piqued, keeping calm as he focuses on the crêpes as he replies. "Is that so?"

"Mhm. And I think Blaine likes you more than he liked Sebastian too."

Kurt nearly burns his wrist on the edge of the pan as he jumps in surprise, dropping his spatula onto the ground without an ounce of grace or composure.

"H-he said that?" he stutters out, giving up on trying to look uninterested as he picks up the spatula from the ground.

Cooper laughs around the rim of his coffee cup, taking a sip before putting his hands up in the air defensively. "You didn't hear it from me."

Kurt nods, biting his lip and returning his attention to breakfast. They drop the subject, Cooper moving on to a new topic (himself). Kurt doesn't dwell on that tidbit of knowledge, knowing he won't be able to think about anything else for the rest of the day if he does. He tucks it away for later, letting his heart flutter and savor the moment before he does.

Cooper chats with him amicably while Kurt finishes off the crêpes, Cooper letting out a childish giggle when Kurt sets a plate in front of him. Cooper is far easier to talk to than Kurt would've expected given yesterday's events. Cooper reveals that he's an actor living in Los Angeles — Kurt gasps when he realizes he recognizes Cooper from a credit score commercial that had aired nonstop last year. They talk about their performance backgrounds, and their families back in Ohio. Cooper is impressed when Kurt reveals that he and Rachel had gone to NYADA together — Kurt letting himself preen for a second or two.

When Blaine finally steps out into the living room nearly an hour later he stops dead in his tracks at the sight of Kurt and Cooper chatting and laughing in the kitchen. He's looking frantically from Cooper to Kurt and back when they notice his presence.

"Morning, Squirt!" Cooper calls out, slapping Blaine on the back as he slides into the seat next to him, still sending wary looks Kurt's way. "I was just telling Kurt here all of your embarrassing childhood stories."

"What?!" Blaine snaps.

Kurt giggles behind his hand as he prepares a fresh plate of crêpes for Blaine.

"Kidding, kidding, relax," Cooper assures, but Blaine still looks frazzled.

They eat in silence, waiting until Blaine has both calmed down and woken up to pick things back up. Cooper doesn't mercilessly tease his brother this time around, and the conversation is actually pleasant. Kurt was beginning to think it wasn't possible for Cooper and Blaine to go more than fifteen minutes without disagreeing about something. At first he'd thought of them as polar opposites, but he begins to see the similarities between them. They have the same laugh, high pitched and booming. They wear their emotions on their sleeve — Cooper more so than Blaine. They both usher Kurt out of the kitchen when he goes to wash the dishes, insisting that they'll tackle cleaning up.

Kurt's wary to turn over kitchen duties to the two of them, not trusting that another fight won't break out the moment he leaves the room, but they promise that they'll be on their best behavior. Kurt reluctantly agrees, but keeps a close eye on them from his place in the living room. When he returns from a trip to the bathroom the Anderson brothers are singing along to the Beatles in perfect harmony, Blaine washing each dish with Cooper drying. It's absolutely adorable — so adorable Kurt has to resist the urge to film them, not wanting to risk ruining the moment.

After breakfast Blaine flits around the apartment, preparing everything for Cooper's journey back to Ohio. He prints out a map with walking directions to the garage where he'll be picking up his rental car, and goes over it three times with him before he heads out (he doesn't trust Cooper with Google Maps). He packs Cooper a bag with enough snacks to survive him a week. The plan is for him to drive straight to Westerville, a journey that should take nearly 9 hours without traffic. Cooper continuously whines, asking Blaine why he can't stop somewhere along the way to rest and pick up the rest of the journey tomorrow, but Blaine insists that he make the trip in one go. They can't risk him stopping off somewhere and exposing himself anymore than he already has, and in turn exposing their parents. Cooper still hasn't fully grasped the severity of the situation in his 24 hours back on the grid, but Blaine does his best to catch him up to speed.

When the door finally closes behind Cooper, who makes as dramatic an exit as he'd made an entrance, Blaine lets out a sigh of relief and collapses against the front door.

"Have I told you how sorry I am?" Blaine calls out to Kurt, leaning his head back against the door and closing his eyes.

"Only about a hundred times," Kurt replies with a chuckle, setting his laptop aside and approaching Blaine in the hallway. He offers his hand out to Blaine, helping him pull himself back up from the floor.

"Great, that means I only have a hundred left to go," he teases, brushing off his jeans. "Seriously, is there any way I can repay you?"

Kurt hums as he considers Blaine's request. He really doesn't want to have to clean the bathroom this weekend, but that would be too easy. Teasing Blaine is far more fun.

"You could be at my beck and call for any of my frivolous whims?" he proposes with a smirk.

"Deal," Blaine replies quickly.

"Huh, I didn't expect you to sign yourself up for indentured servitude so easily," Kurt teases, sitting back in his armchair and pulling his laptop back onto his lap.

"I don't see you needing me for much of anything. You're a better cook and a better baker, you clean more thoroughly, you can sew, you can solve a puzzle five times faster than me, you put together amazing outfits even during a quarantine, and you don't have a childish fear of using a vacuum cleaner. You're practically perfect."

Kurt is stunned, his mouth slightly agape as he listens to Blaine rattle off his best qualities. He's surprised he hasn't melted down into a lovestruck puddle of goo, or worse. Blaine goes pink when he realizes Kurt is staring at him, rubbing at his neck as he laughs it off nervously.

"Practically perfect?" Kurt asks once he's finally able to find his voice again.

Blaine grins, leaning in to whisper, "I'm better than you at Mario Kart."

Kurt's not sure what it is — whether it's how close Blaine is already, not closer than he'd been last night but close enough, or whether it's the high of hearing Blaine sing his praises, or if it's the desperation for any kind of meaningful contact with another human being — but he finally closes the distance.

The kiss isn't perfect by any means, it's off center and dry and Kurt's neck is bent at an awkward angle — but it blows Kurt away. It reignites a fire in him that has been out for years — it's exciting and overwhelming and everything he has been waiting and wishing for. But Blaine is stiff, unmoving in the kiss and still even after they break apart. Kurt goes from exhilarated to sick in seconds, wondering if he'd misread all of the signs.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, shaking his head and preparing to run off to his room and hide for the foreseeable future, until Blaine takes hold of his wrist.

"Don't be," he whispers, and this time it's his turn to take the leap of faith.

Their second kiss is perfect. It's both warm and blisteringly hot and desperate and achingly sweet. Blaine holds Kurt in place, cradling his jaw as he leans in closer. They kiss again and again, taking their time learning one another. Kurt lets his hands travel along the unexplored territory of Blaine's chest before moving on to his arms, which are just as taut and firm as they'd been in his daydreams.

He's not entirely sure how they end up on the floor — he remembers Blaine tugging on the collar of his shirt, pulling him in. How he winds up straddling Blaine's waist, kissing and sucking at his collarbone is a mystery that he doesn't care to solve.

"Jesus, Kurt," Blaine hisses as Kurt scrapes his teeth just a tad too harshly against his pulse point.

"Sorry, been thinking about doing this for so long," he mumbles against Blaine's skin.

"Me too," Blaine confesses. Kurt's too busy trying to kiss every exposed inch of Blaine that he can to dwell on this reveal, but the non-hormone driven side of him is pleased.

There's no hesitation as they begin to reach for buttons and zippers — this is typically the stage where Kurt becomes the most withdrawn, his confidence fading the moment he's put on display for someone else, but that doesn't happen with Blaine. They're built on weeks of pining, of stolen looks and and hidden desires — this is what Kurt's been hoping for, he doesn't have to be nervous. He has everything he could ever want.

Kurt wastes no time trailing his lips down every newly exposed patch of skin, stopping to lap at Blaine's taut nipples before continuing his journey further south. He mouths at Blaine's cock through the fabric of his underwear — they've waited for this for weeks, they have time for a little teasing.

He only gives in when Blaine lets out a breathless "Please, Kurt" that sends shocks of pleasure straight to his own cock. He palms himself once or twice before turning his attention fully back to Blaine. He peels away Blaine's final layer and eagerly wraps his lips around his cock — which also lives up to his daydreams.

Kurt is well aware that he's particularly talented when it comes to his mouth — but it feels especially rewarding when Blaine is reduced to a mess of begs and pleas for more. He's completely fallen victim to the spell of Kurt's mouth, grasping for purchase in the carpet beneath them to better resist the urge to entangle his fingers in Kurt's pristine hair. Kurt has to give Blaine credit — he knows better than to mess with his hair, even when he's desperate for more friction.

Kurt lets Blaine fall apart under him, taking his sweet time dragging his lips along the length of his cock, pumping him in time with each drag of his lips and tongue. He waits until he's sure Blaine is right at his edge until he pushes himself to his own limit, taking in more of Blaine than he's even confident he can handle. He inhales sharply, Blaine breathlessly muttering a series of profanities as he gives in and reaches out to grasp Kurt's shoulder tightly. He comes with a cry of Kurt's name on his lips, blinking up at the ceiling and struggling to catch his breath as Kurt pulls off of him with a wickedly sultry pop.

"I can't believe it," Blaine murmurs, eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

"Hm?" Kurt asks as he slots himself on top of Blaine, resting his head on his chest — his own still aching cock pressed firm against Blaine's hip.

"We could've been doing this for weeks," he says exasperatedly.

Kurt can't help but laugh, his giggles melting into moans as Blaine kisses him hard, pinning him to the ground and sliding down, down, down his body to return the favor.

"Blaaaaine," Kurt whines, batting away Blaine, who's been nipping at the sensitive spot just behind his ear for the past five minutes. "C'mon, I'm already in the waiting room," he complains, gesturing to where his laptop sits on the coffee table.

"Tell them you'll join late," Blaine whispers, teeth tugging at Kurt's earlobe.

Kurt's eyes close as he lets out a quiet, breathy moan. In just a week Blaine has managed to learn with expert precision exactly how to reduce him to pieces. His cock twitches with interest in his skintight jeans, Kurt willing the arousal to die down quickly — the last thing he wants is a hard on while on a virtual happy hour with his girl friends.

"I joined late last week."

"You and I weren't doing this last week," Blaine reasons, taking Kurt's chin and tilting him down for a proper kiss.

Kurt knows he's been caught when the sounds of Rachel's squeals suddenly blare from his laptop. Blaine grins into the kiss, not bothering to pull away until he's good and ready. Their cheeks are flushed as they pull apart and turn to face their audience of one.

"Tell. Me. Everything."

It took a few weeks for Isabelle to adapt to working remotely — technology just isn't her strong suit. At first Kurt assumed that her screen had been frozen during their usual editorial team meeting — that's why she had such a puzzled look on her face the entire meeting. When her puzzled expression morphs into one of scrutiny during his afternoon check in with her, he assumes the worst. He's not sure how the powers that be behind have been impacted by the quarantine — but it's certainly possible that they could be cutting staff to keep costs down.

"If I'm getting fired can you please tell me now so I can exit gracefully," he blurts out in the middle of going through Isabelle's weekly to-do list.

To his relief, Isabelle breaks out into her signature belly laugh, slapping her hand down on her desk and wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "Oh, sweet Kurt, you never fail to surprise me."

Kurt laughs nervously, still not entirely sure what's going on.

"Enough about work. Let's take a second to talk about you," she says, her smile kind and calm. "You seem different these past two weeks. You're the most chipper quarantined employee I've seen," she teases, chuckling as Kurt ducks his head shyly.

"I… uh, my roommate and I have been getting along really well lately," he admits. He and Isabelle are friendly, but still maintain a professional working relationship. She knew about Kurt's surprise quarantine roommate, but he'd left out the lovesick details of his pining over the past several weeks.

"Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" she asks with a raised brow. "Getting along?"

Kurt snorts, shaking his head — grateful that Blaine isn't around to eavesdrop. He props his fist up on his cheek, hiding his blush.

"It's not like that," he says whimsically.

He and Blaine have never been just about sex. Sure, it took up the majority of their time the first three days after they crossed that threshold — and still consumes a good chunk of their time two weeks later — but there's always been more. There are sweet kisses across the counter at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There are evenings spent in comfortable silence, arms steadfast around one another. There are talks about the past and the future well into the night. There are plans, endless plans, for when the world is no longer on hold.

They haven't put a label on it, they don't feel the need to just yet. Kurt doesn't think there will ever be an appropriate word in any language to describe what he and Blaine have — something so wonderful just the mere thought of it fills every part of him with joy.

"Well, I want details once we're out of this lockdown and can have drinks at an actual bar like proper adults." Isabelle blows him a kiss and gives him a wink before ending their call.

Kurt sighs as he pushes away from his laptop, making his way towards Blaine's bedroom. He follows the sound of his voice, grinning as he lingers in the doorway. Blaine is set up on the edge of the bed, guitar in hand, strumming away and singing a slowed down version of Katy Perry's Teenage Dream to his students. Kurt knows better than to linger too long while Blaine is working — he's prepared to walk back to the living room when Blaine looks away from his laptop for just a moment to shoot Kurt a brilliant smile.

"Don't ever look back, don't ever look back."

The future is still uncertain, and at times that uncertainty can feel dark and scary. But now, the future has Blaine, will always have Blaine — and that makes everything just a little bit brighter.