Kurt’s eyes fluttered open as he heard rain pelting against the windowpane. He drowsily sat up and stretched, stifling a yawn as he groped about for his glasses. Once he found them and put them on, tired eyes refocused and he looked out of the window and frowned. Yuck, today was such a dreary-looking day already! He shivered slightly, and reached for his robe, wearing last night’s PJ set to boot!
(http://www.polyvore.com/kurtsie_dalton_loungewear/set?id=37111665)
Kurt reached for his phone that said that Blaine was on his way up, and he responded by sending a text back. He settled back on the bed, Indian Style, huddled under a blanket, and pulled out his iPAD.
“Morning,” Blaine said as he came back up with a cup of tea and some cut up fruit for Kurt as well as his own mug of coffee, “any pain this morning? I’ve been downstairs working on a new song, but thought I would rather be lazy in bed with you. Did you stick your finger yet?”
(Source: blaineformerwarbler)
