When Kurt woke up it was getting on for noon and he was alone in the bed. Didn't take much to figure out where Matt had gotten to. Some off-key singing was coming from downstairs, along with the kind of aroma that made Kurt's stomach rumble and his mouth water. Kurt let the sounds and the smells lead him to the kitchen.
“Hey, you're up! Damn, I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. I couldn't find a waffle iron, so I made pancakes. You like pancakes? I found a bottle of maple syrup in the cupboard, so I figured—” He broke off as Kurt grabbed him and silenced him with a deep, heartfelt kiss.
“Yeah, I like pancakes,” Kurt told him when they broke for air. And maple syrup. And cute kids singing like a strangled cat while they make me breakfast.
“Cool. They're my favorite ever breakfast,
