AN: I wanted to write an older Kurt and Rachel, even if it is short.
"They don't have it Rachel!"
The older woman blinked slowly, trying to process her husband's words. They were standing in the corner drugstore, picking up a few things after a walk in the park on a lazy Sunday afternoon. She fiddled with Kurt's sweater, smoothing it out as he frowning about something as he approached. He looked slightly panicked, which was unusual unless there was something wrong with a show or one of their now grown, adult children.
"They don't have what honey?"
"My moisturizer," he said, frowning as he picked at his graying hair. Kurt had been grateful that he hadn't taken after his father and lost his hair over the years. While it was turning to grey heavily, it was still as full and bushy as it had been when they had graduated from NYADA. Hers had gotten thinner, but she was never going to go gray. Hair dye was going to be her best friend to the grave.
"I can't find it, it's gone."
Rachel frowned, her hip aching as she went to move. If it was one thing she hated, it was getting older. But she was glad it was with Kurt and their friends and family. She didn't know what she would do without him. She certainly wouldn't have been able to deal with their children and now grandchildren by herself, rambunctious and intelligent as they all had been. She made her way down the aisle with all the moisturizers and lotions. It still boggled her mind that there were so many more than there had been when she was younger. Science was ever changing the way they lived to revitalize youthfulness. Usually Kurt just had things delivered to their place to make it easier on them, but they had run out a little bit early. She looked for the familiar bottle, rubbing her hip as she stooped down carefully to find the familiar packing on the lower shelves.
"See? They've pulled it off the market and I haven't even heard anything about it," sighed Kurt. "I can't believe this. Now I'm going to have to find something else. You'd think 30+ plus years of loyalty would at least allow me some sort of warning."
"Hold on," said Rachel, catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye. She stood back up and reached for something on a high shelf. She managed to grab it with a smirk and whirled around to show Kurt.
"No they didn't. They just changed up the packaging. It is a little harder to read in all the artistic decoration." She looked at him, shaking her finger.
"I told you that you needed to get glasses."
He whimpered and took the bottle into his hands. While they both had been blessed and were aging gracefully, she could still by Kurt's hands that time was passing. They had seen much over the years, and were beginning to show age spots and the veins underneath, even if they were faint. He had grumbled about it every morning.
"Thank you," he said softly. "Stupid kids stockers and changing up the order of the shelves."
"I'm sure they were told to," chuckled Rachel as he kissed his forehead. He took her hand before putting the bottle in the basket. They walked slowly down the aisles, admiring the new 7D advertising system as it played an ad for soup above them.
"Now that I saved the day," said Rachel, looking up at her husband with a slight grin. "You can buy me an ice cream." She reached over to a nearby display and picked up a pair of black metal eyeglass frames.
"Right after you get these reading glasses."