Hey guys! I know I haven't been posting for awhile, but I am for the most part back! Senior Year has been crazy and I only have fifteen school days left. However, as soon as those days are up and graduate, this summer is all about writing. I'm starting this drabble series about Kurt and Blaine's life and also starting a multi-chapter story that I reveal more about later.

Anyway, with that said, I want to ask something of you my followers. If you could please send me prompts that would be amazing. I am really good at thinking of angsty prompts, but I could use a little help thinking of ideas for the fluff and romance parts. (However, angst prompts will absolutely be included!) So, please send some prompts.

Thanks! Klainelover1997

Looking around the loft one last time, Kurt couldn't help but feel just a little bit sad. This was where his New York adventure had began. The loft had been a safe haven when nothing in his life felt like it was going right. The loft had been there when he hadn't yet been accepted into NYADA and when he and Blaine had broken up...both times. It had been there when he found out about Finn's passing. To put it simply, the loft had a lot of history. But, he and Blaine had both decided a fresh start was just what they needed.

They had found a cute two bedroom, one bathroom apartment just across town that was closer to the city and both NYADA and NYU. Today was moving day. All the boxes were packed. All that was left to do was load the boxes into the moving truck...and say goodbye.

"You ready to go honey?" Blaine asked, walking in through the sliding loft door, the car keys in his hand.

"Yeah, just about." Kurt replied, smiling sadly back at his husband.

"You know, I'm going to miss this place." Blaine added as he moved further into the room and wrapped arms around Kurt's muscular frame.

"Me too." Kurt replied. "But I'm excited." he added. "To start our life together as a married couple." Blaine smiled and pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead.

"Very well then Mr. Anderson-Hummel, should we start loading these boxes into the truck?" he asked.

"I think that's a very good idea, Mr Anderson-Hummel." Kurt replied with a huge smile. Together they loaded up all of the boxes into the truck and shut the back door. "I'll be right back." he added before heading back inside. Once there, Kurt looked around at the empty loft. It reminded him of when he and Rachel had first bought it, when they hadn't had any furniture and could ride their bikes around the spacious area. "Well, this is goodbye. It's been one hell of a ride." He said to no one before running his hand nostalgically down the wall one last time. Sighing, Kurt made his way out of the building and got into the passenger seat of the truck.

"You ready?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded and reached over to take Blaine's hand. His husband gave him a smile before he started the truck and pulled away from the Bushwick loft. They drove through the streets of New York, eventually getting to Manhattan where their new apartment was located. Once there, Blaine put the truck in park and got out of the truck. Kurt was already out of his seat and just staring up at the apartment building. "It's huge." Blaine said.

"Well it was that big when we rented the apartment." Kurt laughed, "I mean unless the building happened to grow while we were away." Blaine smirked at his husband before taking his hand and then taking in a deep breath. This was their new beginning.

They spent the next few hours bringing boxes inside and then they finally felt like they could relax. Both boys were too tired to simply make up a bed so they lay on the floor, nestled in one another's side on a mattress on the floor with just a fuzzy blanket covering their bodies.

"We're home...our home." Blaine said softly, his head lying on Kurt's chest. Kurt smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of Blaine's head.

"Yes we are." He replied, before both boys' sleepy eyelids closed.

Over the next few days, Kurt and Blaine did various things to get their new home ready. They went furniture shopping and bought all of the cooking essentials one would need in their own home. All that was really left to do was paint. So, here they were with two cans of paint and a handful of paintbrushes and rollers in the midst. Kurt jumped in immediately, dressed in a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt that was a bit tight on him. Blaine on the other hand was content to lean on the adjacent unpainted wall and just watch his husband. "Blaine, are you going to help at all?" Kurt asked, clearly getting impatient with his husband.

"Yeah sure…" Blaine began. "Just give me a minute."
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked before coming to a realization. "Blaine Devon Anderson-Hummel, are you seriously just standing there staring at my ass when you're supposed to be helping me?" Blaine smirked and let out a little laugh.

"How could I not when you're standing there in those jeans?" Blaine retorted. Kurt impatiently turned around and marched towards his husband.

"Come on, we need to get this done. The furniture is coming tomorrow." Kurt argued. "Just pick up a paint brush and start." he added before turning back to the wall. Blaine deviously went and picked up the paintbrush and painted his hands in the paint. Then he walked towards his husband and placed both hands across Kurt's butt, making two large yellow handprints.

"What are you doing?" Kurt squeaked.

"Finger painting." Blaine laughed. Kurt look behind and saw the two large handprints.

"Oh that is it Anderson-Hummel!" Kurt growled. He took the roller from the paint bin and rolled it onto his husband managing to get some of the paint in to his mouth. Blaine spit out the paint and then grabbed the other brush.

"It's on!" He said loudly before charging at Kurt and painting him. They continued to struggle against one another until Kurt tripped over one of the boxes and fell. Blaine came crashing down right on top of him.

"God, I surrender. I surrender." Kurt groaned. "You are heavier than I thought" he added coughing because of the wind being knocked out of him.

"Oh I'm heavy, am I?" Blaine replied with a devious smile. He let all of his weight fall on his husband, making him groan.

"Blaine! Get off!" Kurt demanded trying to get out from under the this husband's body. When Blaine still wouldn't get up, Kurt was forced to resort to a different tactic. "Fine, you asked for it." Then Kurt began digging his fingers into Blaine's sides, making him squirm and giggle.

"K-kur-t! S-st-op!" Blaine squealed. "I-ll g-get off!" Kurt finally stopped and Blaine crawled off of his husband.

"You're evil..." Blaine replied a scowl on his face.

"You shouldn't have messed with me babe." Kurt replied. "Now, we really should finish painting. The furniture is coming tomorrow." Blaine glanced at the clock.

"It's only one o'clock." He replied. "And we are laying down... I'm sure there's something more fun that we can do."

"Oh I see where your mind is going." Kurt grinned. "And I will agree..: but only if I'm on top." He say rolling on top of Blaine's slightly smaller frame.

"Anything for you husband." Blaine said before pulling Kurt in for a kiss. The painting could wait. They had some time... And hey, they were newlyweds after all.