"This is it, Kurt." Blaine sighed, a huge grin spreading across his face as he looked at the bustling night lights of the famous city through the window of the taxi cab smelling suspiciously of drugs and a strong coconut-scented air freshener hanging from the mirror.
"Hollywood." Kurt breathed, the grin on his face in competition with Blaine's, which was a first. "This is where so many people started out, Blaine…I mean, I love New York, but this is…wow, Blaine. Thank you so much."
Blaine had surprised Kurt for their fifth wedding anniversary with plane tickets and hotel reservations in downtown L.A. for a couple of days. They'd do some shopping and sightseeing, touristy things, and then they'd fly to Anaheim to spend the remaining five days of their week-long vacation at Disneyland. Kurt had never been, and Blaine was more than excited to spend their anniversary there.
Kurt worked at home, designing a collection he was aspiring to make in the future, while coordinating appointments with clients for his boss, a young up-and-coming designer by the name of Giselle. She was older than Kurt by about ten years, but had the equivalent of thirty years of experience, in Blaine's opinion. She was relatively nice, if nice meant that Kurt didn't constantly want to rip out her hair. She had great taste in clothes, and she was pretty lenient with how Kurt worked; he mostly stayed home and coordinated things via phone and computer, working from nine to five.
It was nice, especially considering that Blaine was busy working away at his second novel, while still doing the whole "music thing," as Kurt called it, in his spare time. However, he still had book signings, library talks, interviews, and even a blog to run. Being an author was not as freeing as he had initially thought it would be, compared to a "regular" job.
Kurt and Blaine worked pretty much in sync all the time, being home together all the time while still working away diligently. But that didn't mean they didn't need a vacation every once in a while; on both men's parts, there were still meetings to attend, presentations to create, bills to pay, and, most importantly, work to do. Their quality time together had been diminishing greatly, hence the L.A. vacation.
"I'm doing this because I love you," Blaine said, smiling and looking Kurt in the eyes before leaning over the seat and kissing him in the darkness, "I've been worked to the bone lately trying to make these deadlines, but I can't even imagine what this must be like for you. Kurt, you work so hard and try so much, and I want you to know that I appreciate what you do."
Kurt just smiled back at him, and, even though the only light that illuminated his husband's face was that of the lights outside, Blaine thought he saw a blush creep up his cheeks, a blush he'd fallen in love with ten years before, when they'd first met.