Daybreak

Author's Note for "The Faculty" fans: this contains a tiny reference to my Good Business 'verse

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“Someone’s hogging all the blankets again.” The protest was accompanied by a brief and futile attempt to wrest some of the covers away from the nest in the middle of the bed. Kurt liked to cocoon when he slept.

“Someone should reconsider their no pajamas rule,” Kurt replied, adding just enough perkiness to his snark to be really annoying.

“Play nice.” A hand appeared bearing coffee mugs. The aroma lured two eager bodies out of the huge bed, both men reaching for the hot beverage as soon as their feet touched the floor.

“Patience,” David scolded with a laugh, handing over the two well-used mugs. He got a thanks from Blaine, but Wes was too busy drinking.

“He’s right you know,” David offered when Wes finally stopped gulping coffee long enough to breathe. “It’s not really warm enough to go without pajamas.”

“Not out here, where some people are so concerned about the heating bills. But in there,” he gestured back towards the bed where Kurt was still cocooned, “with four people and all those blankets, it’s like a sauna.” He reached over and tugged at the cocoon. “Unless someone hogs them all.”

“Hey!” Kurt squawked when Wes gave one hard tug and pulled the blankets away. “I’m sleeping for two. I need extra blankets.” He took the hand Blaine offered and hauled himself awkwardly to his feet.

“Troublemaker,” Blaine scolded as he patted Kurt’s rounded belly. “You’ve got another two months in there, kid. You’ve got to learn to share.”

"I thought sharing was what started this." David leaned down to talk directly to Kurt's stomach. "Good morning, sunshine," he sang softly resting one hand on Kurt's bump. To either side, Wes and Blaine started humming.

"No, no, no," Kurt protested, stepping around them. "No concerts before I pee." The bathroom door closed and the three men exchanged amused looks. It was a good thing their apartment had more than one bathroom.

"Ready for the day?" David asked, still far too cheerful for first thing in the morning - especially since they'd had a late and energetic night. Kurt's libido was in overdrive and they were all happy to try and keep up.

"Meetings until 11:45, followed by lunch with a client and two more meetings afterwards." The coffee had kicked in and Wes was in business mode, most of his focus on his phone while David held out choices of suits, shirts and ties for him. They'd established this routine years ago at Dalton and had refined it over the years; David was the morning person, and Wes was the organizer. Between them, they kept the four of them focused and productive, while Kurt and Blaine worked to keep a healthy balance between work and their private lives, including their unconventional four-way relationship.

“Casey and Zeke are flying in tomorrow so we’re going grocery shopping before my recording session,” Blaine reminded them as he breezed past, half dressed and searching for his missing shoe.

“Look by the aquarium,” David called while straightening Wes’ tie. He grinned when Kurt returned and batted his hand away, briskly undoing that tie and replacing it with a more colorful one. Wes made a face but didn’t object. Kurt kissed him on the nose and danced away as lightly as he could in his condition, laughing. David took over, giving Wes a much longer and more involved kiss that soothed away the last of Wes’ early morning blues.

“Are you sure Casey and Zeke don’t want to stay with us? They’re only here for a week and we’ve got plenty of room.”

"Casey insisted. He and Zeke are on a mission to try all the boutique hotels in the city in alphabetical order. They’re up to ‘E’."

"Besides," Blaine added pointing Kurt to the table where a breakfast of fruit and yogurt was waiting, “we haven’t lived the last time down yet. Zeke insists he still can’t watch a pirate movie without feeling nauseous.”

“They’re the ones who brought the rum,” Wes pointed out reasonably, taking a seat next to Kurt and refilling his glass of milk without comment.

“Speaking of which,” David interrupted before they had that conversation again, “he and Casey are on-board - so to speak - with the no drinking rule.” He took a seat and stole the last slice of orange just before Blaine got it. Blaine just made a face and got up to refill the plate.

“Good,” Kurt declared, pushing his half-finished breakfast aside and reaching for his phone. “I’m tired of being the designated teetotaler. Maybe you’ll finally realize some of those movies you like aren’t that funny when you’re sober.”

“Spoilsport,” Wes teased, resting his hand against Kurt’s belly for a moment before giving him a quick kiss and standing up. “You’re working from home today?”

“I am. I just have to finish the layout for the next issue of ‘Transitory Steel’ and then take care of the groceries. Blaine’s taking me to lunch and it’s David’s turn to handle supper so I’m going to lounge around and eat bonbons all afternoon while you boys slave away.”

“Wait for me before you use the pool?” Blaine asked, slipping his arms around Kurt and nuzzling his cheek. “Last time you were dizzy afterwards.”

“I got distracted and stayed in too long but, yes, I’ll wait for you.” He graced them all with a look before adding, “All of you.”

Wes groaned and dropped his head on Blaine’s shoulder. “He’s trying to kill us.”

“But we’ll die happy,” David pointed out cheerfully. He swooped in and gave Kurt a sloppy kiss, then gave one to Blaine too. “Don’t buy the whole grocery store; Wes will get fat.”

“Me?” Wes protested, following David into the bedroom to finish getting ready for work. Kurt and Blaine leaned against each other, taking in the sudden silence and the view. A wall of windows overlooked the city and let in the glow of a hazy morning.

“Sometimes it feels like a dream,” Kurt confessed, one hand resting on his belly and the other twined with Blaine’s. “All of this – the penthouse, the dream job, all of you. And now...” Kurt turned his head away, fighting back the tears. He hated being so emotional.

“Who would have thought,” Wes said from the doorway where he and David were standing, wearing matching smiles, “when David and I offered to let two poor college students share our little investment property that it would turn into this?”

“I knew it all along,” David teased softly. “Blaine’s got his music, Kurt his art, and you, Wes, have your legal system, but I’m a businessman, and I know a good investment when I see one.”

For just a moment, before there were more teasing words, affectionate kisses, or hurried departures, there was a sudden break in the clouds and the room was flooded with golden light, and infinite, brilliant possibilities.

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