A/N Hello lovelies.(: This is just a really fluffy Klaine drabble that just kind of happened. It's not that great, but, eh, whatever. Enjoy! Oh, and this is totally random but I happened to come across a band called Cage The Elephant today and oh my Gaga they're amazing! You should totally check them out.

Kurt was fast asleep one summer morning when his phone started playing "Teenage Dream," meaning that the one and only Blaine Anderson was calling. He groaned as the noise woke him up, mentally cursing himself for not putting it on vibrate before he went to bed the night before. He picked the phone up off of his bedside table and, not meaning to, but practically answering it with a long yawn.

"Aw, you're yawns are so cute, Kurt! Goooooodddd mooorrrnnniiinnngggg," Blaine practically sang into the phone. Kurt had no idea how someone could be so full of energy so early in the morning.

"Blaine, I love you and all, but why the hell are you calling so early?" Kurt responded, his voice groggy with sleep.

Blaine chuckled lightly on his side of the phone. "Early? Kurt, it's eleven."

Oh, so maybe it wasn't as early as Kurt had thought. He sighed and sat up in his bed before rubbing his eyes sleepily with the back of his hands.

"Well, okay. I guess I slept in... But, not to sound rude or anything, but what do you want?"

"I was just telling you that I'm on my way over. Actually, I'm in your driveway right now," Kurt could practically hear the smile in Blaine's voice over the phone.

No way in hell was Blaine seeing him like this. Not without doing his moisturizing routine first or having his hair in such a mess.

"Blaine, hold on. I just woke up. Seriously, wait down stairs. Please?" Kurt asked desperately. If he saw him looking like this, he would break up with him for sure.

Kurt heard a chuckle coming from his doorway, "Too late."

He groaned and buried his face in his pillow. "Don't look at me," he mumbled.

Blaine sighed softly. He walked over and sat beside Kurt on his bed. He pulled Kurt up into his arms and pushed his hair back, humming softly.

"Baby, you're beautiful," he murmured. "It doesn't matter if you just woke up or if you've spent hours getting ready, I think you're breathtakingly gorgeous no matter what and I love you to death."

Blaine had said it to him before, told him he was beautiful, but today was the first time he actually believed it.