Hi Guys! I've decided to participate in the Klaine Advent Event this year, so I've risen from the dead to post some stories! :) Hope you enjoy!
"Come on Blaine, we have to start packing up this room!" Kurt nagged, dragging his husband into the office of their soon to be former apartment. "We only have two weeks left to pack things up before we move into the new apartment."
"Uhh, I don't want to!" Blaine groaned, staring at the massive amount of stuff piled in their office. "There's so much stuff in here. It's going to take forever. Can't we just procrastinate a little longer?" he whined
"No." Kurt retorted. "Maybe it is time to purge a little bit of this clutter. I mean, all of this doesn't have to come to the new apartment." Kurt offered, before walking into the office. He walked up to the closet, carefully dodging piles of papers, books and other junk that littered the office floor. He grabbed onto the knob on the closet door and opened it. As soon as the opening was big enough, a pile of stuff toppled out from the closet and landed right on Kurt's feet. "Okay, that's it. We're cleaning. Go grab a few garbage bags and then come back."
Blaine knew that when Kurt decided to do something, there was no stopping him, so he reluctantly trudged his way into the kitchen and grabbed a few garbage bags from under the sink. When he got back, Kurt had already pulled more out of the closet and it was getting more and more challenging to see the brown carpet under all of the mess.
"Okay," Kurt began. "Old notes from classes. Garbage." he announced tossing the folders to his husband who was a bit off guard, but somehow surprisingly managed to catch them and place the papers in the garbage bag. Kurt continued to dig. He pulled out the Fay bow tie that he had worn at Mr. Shue's wedding. "So out of style and the chain is broken, trash this."
"No way!" Blaine objected. "We have to keep this."
"It's broken, Blaine. We have to be ruthless about this or we'll end up on the next episode of "Hoarding: Buried Alive" on TLC."
"We are not that bad. Plus you know that bow tie is my kryptonite. If you don't want it, I do." Blaine insisted. Kurt rolled his eyes and gave his husband a smirk. He did remember the day that he wore that bow tie quite well. He hadn't meant to end up groping his ex-boyfriend in the back of a prius that day, but things just happened…a lot of unexpected events happened that day.
Seeing how willing Kurt was to get rid of things, Blaine made his way over to the closet to salvage a few more things. Meanwhile, Kurt had crawled over to the opening of the closet and began digging around. Suddenly, he let out a scream that made Blaine jump. "What? What is it?"
"That creepy puppet you made. It scared the crap out of me." Kurt replied. "Honey, I admire your crafting abilities but these were just...kinda of weird."
"I got detention for that puppet!" Blaine retorted.
"Yes, but didn't you tell me you were suffering from delusions from that gas leak in the choir room." Kurt said. "You weren't thinking very clearly during that time." Though that was true, Blaine didn't want to give up the Kurt puppet and tried to grab it back, but his husband was too fast. "I am not compromising on this one, Blaine. It is not staying." He put the puppet in the garbage bag and turned back to the mess. "Blaine, if you pull that puppet out of the trash I swear to god that I will not have sex with you for a week." he threatened.
"You can't even see what I'm doing!"
"Was I right?"
"I'll put it back." Blaine sighed. Blaine began going through a pile of clothes off to the side. "Can we get rid of this kilt?" he asked, holding up a dark green and blue skirt.
"I made that for our first prom together." Kurt replied.
"And that day went so great…" Blaine reminded him sarcastically.
"I was made royalty that day."
"I'm not sure that being elected Prom Queen makes you royalty." Blaine added. "Give me one event that you would wear this to."
"What if we finally got to go to Ireland or Scotland like we've talked about." Kurt tried.
"Oh come on. That's all you got." Blaine laughed. "Ultimately, does this kilt even fit you anymore?" Kurt's eyes narrowed and he glared at his husband.
"You are walking on a thin line Mr. Anderson-Hummel." Blaine knew at this point to just let it go, so he set the kilt aside and moved on to the next pile. The two boys sorted through more of the stuff and it took a lot longer than it should have considering the decision to throw anything away ended in a debate. In the end, Kurt managed to get Blaine to get rid of a few of his bow ties that were in bad condition, except for the black,red and white bow tie that he had worn on his first day of Mckinley. Blaine had claimed that he was too emotionally attached to that bow tie and couldn't possible get rid of it.
Blaine had gotten Kurt to part with his collection of magazine articles filled with Kate Middleton and Prince William and a few scarves. Miraculously, he managed to get Kurt to throw away Bruce, his boyfriend arm. Blaine had always thought that pillow was a bit creepy. "I had to throw away the Kurt puppet. Time for Bruce to pack his bags as well." Blaine told his husband. Kurt had been reluctant but compromised when Blaine seductively promised him that he could be the small spoon tonight instead of the big spoon.
It took a few hours but finally the office was looking a lot cleaner. The things that they decided to keep were packed away in cardboard boxes and the rest of the things were piled into three separate garbage bags. "I think we're about done." Kurt replied. "It looks nice."
"It does look a lot better than before we started." Blaine amended. "You were right." he added, muffling the ending.
"What was that? I was what?" Kurt teased.
"You were right." Blaine repeated with a sigh. Kurt smirked and walked over and placed a kiss on his husband's lips.
"I heard you the first time." Kurt laughed. "I just wanted to hear you say that I was right again. Anyway, let's move these boxes out to the guest room with the rest of the packed boxes." Blaine agreed and helped Kurt move the boxes. They were down to the last box when Blaine noticed something behind their desk. He walked over and grabbed it and couldn't help but smile.
"Look who I found!" Blaine called to Kurt.
"Oh! It's Margaret Thatcher dog!" Kurt exclaimed as he walked in from the hallway. "Where did you find her?"
"Behind the desk." Blaine replied, extending the little dog to his husband. "I thought we lost her when I moved from Ohio to New York. I don't suppose there's some extra room in one of those boxes for a little puppy with a set of really big eyes?"
"I think I can make some room." Kurt replied. "I must admit I'm a little attached to this stuffed animal as well. I've always pictured giving her to one of our children someday."
"Me too." Blaine agreed, a huge smile on his face. Just the thought of children made Blaine's heart burst with love. A miniature version of Kurt or himself running around with Margaret Thatcher dog tucked under their arm was one of the cutest images he could think of. "So, do you think we've successfully avoided the next episode of Hoarders?" Blaine asked.
"Yes, I think we've purged enough." Kurt laughed. "Our reality television fame will have to come from elsewhere."
"Oh darn and here I was so ready for the spotlight." Blaine laughed. "You know, there is one more thing that I'm pretty attached to in this house."
"There is? What?" Kurt asked.
"Come to the bedroom and I'll show you." Blaine smirked, giving his husband a seductive grin. Kurt knew exactly what that grin meant and took his husband's hand and ran off to the bedroom, leaving Margaret Thatcher dog on the office floor. After all, they still had two weeks before moving. They'd be sure to pack her up later.