Today's word: anniversary. A link to the ornament mentioned is linked in the crossposting on my blog!
"Uh oh, what's with that look?" Blaine asked as he arrived home one afternoon, stomping snow off his boots and unraveling his sodden scarf. He hastily crossed their tiny living room to catch Kurt's laptop after it almost fell off his knees as he flinched at Blaine's arrival. "Sorry!"
"No, no, it's nothing," Kurt said, closing the lid and setting it gently on the coffee table. "I was just thinking."
"About?" Blaine prompted, absentmindedly rubbing a thumb over Kurt's hand where it lay in between them on the couch.
"Well, it started as me being frustrated with all the ornament options available online," Kurt said, quirking one side of his mouth in slight embarrassment. "They all say 'Our First Christmas!' or something similar, which is great, but…."
"Yeah, it's not quite accurate, is it?" Blaine said, catching on. "I mean, sure, this is our first married Christmas, but we've had a lot, haven't we?"
"This'll be the fifth Christmas we've spent together, various relationship statuses aside," Kurt confirmed. "Which got me thinking about our wedding and realizing how freakishly close it was to our anniversary."
"Babe, we got together in - oh," Blaine said, checking himself midsentence. "Not our dating anniversary, but-"
"-the anniversary of the day we met," Kurt finished, smiling. "I came to spy on you in early November, and our wedding was close to the end of the month."
"Wow, I didn't even realize that," Blaine said. "I wonder if that was part of the reason it felt so right to just do it then - since we were so close to that day and all."
"Could be," Kurt said, nodding in agreement. "God, it was hard going through that day when you were with Dave. The kids had just done an Alanis Morrisette/Carole King week that had reminded me of you, too, which didn't help at all."
"I felt the same way during our first breakup," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's hand. "All I could think about was going back to Dalton, but God knows I never would've been able to handle having a normal conversation on that stairwell."
Kurt shivered before shaking his head firmly. "Okay. Enough with the bad memories for today. We've finally got each other now, and that's really all that matters, isn't it?"
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Blaine said, leaning in for a brief kiss. "Now can you find that recipe I bookmarked the other day? I was thinking chicken broccoli bake sounded like the perfect meal for such a cold, nasty day."
"Sure thing," Kurt said, grabbing and reopening his laptop.
Blaine made to get up and start pulling out all the ingredients he'd need, but a gasp and a gentle tug at his arm made him lean back in.
"What is it?"
"Look," Kurt said, turning the laptop slightly.
"Oh," Blaine breathed, smiling. "You finally found an accurate ornament."
"And it fits with what we just said. My life is better whenever you're in it."
"I feel the exact same way."
Dinner got put off for a while in favor of more kissing. Blaine wasn't really mad about it, though.