"You. Kurt Hummel. Are. A. God." Blaine mumbles into his boyfriend's neck in between lazy kisses. It had only been a few hours since the reconciliation after the whole debacle, and they decided to spend the entire day in bed, not wanting to leave each other's loving embrace. Today, Blaine decided to wake Kurt up at 6 am, in love and wanting company. This earned the usual protest and whining, but he got up anyway, willing to do anything Blaine wanted in his fuzzy minded state.

"I'm a god now? What earns me that title?" Kurt replies, flipping Blaine back onto his side so that they were facing each other again.

The shorter smiled happily, bringing a hand up to cup his boyfriend's sharp jawline. "Mmm, you know what."

"Oh, I don't think I do." Kurt quips, leaning in so close that his lips were ghosting right over Blaine's. "But, I mean, I'm much more of a hands on learner." He and Blaine stare at each other like that for a while, so close that they're breathing each other's hair, without a care in the world. Kurt's eyes trace down his face, across his jawline and over his naked collarbone, trailing back up until he meets his eyes. With Blaine facing away from the window, the early morning daylight casts a shadow across his body, leaving a striking golden outline where his backside faces the sun. He was gorgeous, he truly was, and Kurt couldn't imagine anywhere else he'd rather be.

Catching him by surprise, Blaine leans in, closing the gap between them fully, letting the kiss linger for a moment before he pulls away, giggling to himself. "I just had to do that, sorry." Before Kurt can lean back in, the shorter stops him, placing a hand on his bare chest and pushing him back. "Enough of that, I'm starving." He rolled over and pulled himself up, putting his back to Kurt as he reached down to the floor, grabbing a random shirt and throwing it on. Behind him, Blaine can almost feel Kurt staring, so he turns around just before he averts his gaze. "I could tell you were staring, I don't mind."

The taller boy just grumbles, shoving his face into a pillow and groaning. "Ugh, god, I don't wanna get up."

"Then don't?" Blaine laughs, standing up off of the bed and walking towards the door. "I'll bring you something, and you can stay in here for as long as you want, deal?" When Kurt gives him a halfhearted thumbs up, he smiles and walks away, down the hall and into the kitchen. He stretches a bit, raising his arms high over his head, before dropping them quickly when he hears a loud noise blaring from the bedroom. Calling out to his boyfriend, he yells, "Is that my phone?"

"No, it's mine, it's just Rachel." Is the response he gets, and he just turns back into the kitchen.

For a while, Blaine rummages through the fridge and all of the cabinets, looking for something that he could actually cook, before giving up and deciding that it was time to go grocery shopping again, as he'd been putting it off for too long. He trudged back into the bedroom, and dramatically swung the door open to find Kurt looking through the closet, just about to pull out a pair of jeans. "Oh, hey, I was just about to tell you to get dressed. We're basically out of everything, we need to go to Target again."

The taller groaned, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes. "But I don't wanna leave, Bee." He drags his words on, whining like a child.

"Too bad, love, you're coming with me. I mean, unless you'd rather starve." Blaine quipped, already walking towards the end of the bed and slipping on his shoes. Grabbing the McKinley hoodie off of the chair it was thrown on the night before, he slips it over his head and pats around his pocket, looking for his keys. Then, he realizes that he must have left them on the kitchen counter, so he goes back down the hall, with Kurt right behind him, and finds them sitting there.

Confused, Kurt tilts his head and pats Blaine's shoulder. "We're taking your car?"

"Uh, yeah, you said that your car still has the boxes and stuff in it for yesterday, is that fine?"

He nods, but is still a bit unsure. "No, it's cool, I just don't think I've ever actually seen your car before and something about being in other people's cars makes me feel all-"

Blaine cuts him off with a short kiss, laughing as he pulls away. "Kurt, honey, it's not like I'm going to ax murder you or something. We're just going to Target." When Kurt nods, he presses a quick kiss to his cheek and then they're off, out the door as Blaine locks the door behind them.

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"I will literally never forgive you for not telling me that there was a guitar in the backseat of your car this entire time. I mean, why didn't you bring it into the apartment?"

"Hey, it never came up!" Blaine shoots defensively, throwing his hands up. Right now, they were in the dairy aisle at Target, the store being near empty due to it being so early in the morning. "And besides, it's not like you ever asked."

"I shouldn't have had to ask, Bee. But you are definitely going to play for me as soon as we get back home." Kurt says behind him, leaning all of his weight on the shopping cart, which was filled with only a carton of eggs and three boxes of cereal that Blaine threw in there when he saw them up front, much to his boyfriend's dismay.

"Mhmm, whatever you say, love." Blaine says, turning his attention to the freezer section of the aisle. For a moment, he just stares through the glass door, letting his eyes wander, before turning back around to Kurt, getting an idea. "So, can you maybe bake again tonight? I don't really care what you make, I'm just tired of eating ice cream by itself all the time, and you're an amazing cook and-"

"Blaine, slow down. I'll do it." Kurt chuckled lowly at his boyfriend, moving the cart around to the side of Blaine. "I'm just gonna make brownies, is that okay with you?" Blaine nodded, pulling a pint of French Vanilla ice cream out of one of the freezers. "Well, c'mon, let's finish so we can get home already."

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"-And the you stormed out of this door-" As they walked through the apartment building, Blaine started jokingly pointing out every place Kurt had gotten angry in, and as it turns out, there had been a lot. Now, as he pushed the front door open, walking into the kitchen carrying his guitar and two grocery bags, he continued. "-Oh, and you've angrily walked out of the kitchen countless times. Into the bedroom, or the bathroom, or the living room, or you'd just walk out the do-" Kurt cuts him off by wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's waist, eliciting a small gasp from him as he presses their lips together. Blaine, being startled by the force of it, drops the bags but manages to keep his grip on the instrument, holding it to his side in one hand as he brings the other up to cup Kurt's jaw.

"It's so easy to shut you up like that, oh god. And I get it, Bee," Kurt says, smiling as he pulls away, "I've probably stormed out of every room in this town. But guess what?"

"What?"

"You still have to play your guitar for me."

Blaine groaned, remembering that he was still holding his instrument in his hand. He looked at Kurt as if to say Do I have to? When Kurt nodded, he rolled his eyes and walked across the room, situating himself on one of the stools at the counter. "Okay, if I do this, you have to put away all of the groceries."

"Fine, fine, just hurry up." The taller rushed out, picking up the bags Blaine dropped on the floor and already putting things away.

Blaine strummed mindlessly for a bit, before finding a rhythm that Kurt could recognize as Katy Perry. He hummed for a bit, then started singing softly and slow. "Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love. We can dance until we die, you and I, we'll be young forever."

Kurt, not turning around, speaks to Blaine in mock annoyance. "Are you kidding me."

Ignoring his boyfriend's question, Blaine continues. "You make me feel like I live a quaranteenage dream, the way you turn me on," He laughs a bit when Kurt whips his head around, a huge grin playing on his face "I can't sleep, let's run away but stay six feet back at least six feet back."

"My heart stops when you look at me, just don't touch and wear a face mask please. Shit is real, so back away and stay six feet back, stay six feet," At this point, Kurt is staring at Blaine with wide eyes, laughing out loud and looking at him like a crazy person. "Imma get myself healthy with- wait, Kurt, give me a word that could rhyme here."

The taller thought for a moment, then said, "Well, um friends from glee? I mean, if it fits."

"Imma get myself healthy with my friends from glee for my quaranteenage dream tonight." Blaine finishes with an overdramatic flourish, dragging the words on and throwing his arms up when he finished. "I'm pretty sure those were the original lyrics, I may have gotten a few words mixed up, I don't know."

"You, Blaine Anderson, are a crazy person." Kurt turns his attention back to putting away the groceries, still laughing to himself. "And speaking of quarantine, when do you think this whole thing is going to be over? Not that I don't love being here with you, it's just been what? Almost four months?"

Blaine nods slowly, then just shrugs. "Let's just hope it's soon. As long as we're both okay, that's what matters, right? We'll get out of this together."

Kurt turns back to him, smiling softly. "Together."