Kurt hummed in content, nodding, knowing that Blaine was, as usual, right. “I just know I’ll end up getting impatient, but the wait will be well worth it. It gives me time to plan the wedding, anyway.” He smiled, watching Blaine climb out of the shower and following him out seconds later, standing still as he let his fiancé dry him off. “Merci,” he replied to the compliment, waiting for the towel to be wrapped around his waist before he left the bathroom, rummaging through his stuff until he came across a pair of yoga pants, pulling them on as he answered. “Anything. As long as it’s food.”
Blaine nodded his head and ordered a steak with potatoes and chicken Marsala, as well as a bottle of red wine and twice slices of red velvet cake. When he was finished he hung up the phone and grabbed a v-neck short from his suitcase, tugging it over his head and climbed into bed. “I like those pants on you,” he said with a not-so-innocent smile, eyes obviously lingering over certain areas such as his ass and legs and crotch region. Blaine motioned for Kurt to come over to the bed, and sat up against the headboard while he waited for his fiancé. “You know, it’ll probably take them a little while to bring the food up. So…I wouldn’t be against messing around.”