Be home soon, love you xx –Kurt
Kurt waited, and waited, and waited. Seriously, how long did it take to reply to a single freaking text message?
Right, love you too xx –Blaine
Once he read the message, he smiled and shoved his phone into his pocket. Sure he was on the road, but he'd drop whatever he was doing in an instant to talk to his husband. It seemed like they'd been so distant lately. Blaine had always been busy with work or gatherings with the Warblers (which Kurt didn't understand why he couldn't go, he too was once a Warbler.) He'd keep meaning to talk to Blaine about their loss of contact, but whenever Blaine got home he'd just eaten and went to sleep, rarely was up with Kurt for even a little while. It killed him. What's the point of having a husband if you can barely see him, let alone talk to him?
He pulled into his driveway and parked right in front of the garage, where he noticed Blaine's car. Hmm, that's strange. He's never home this early. He unlocked the door slowly and stepped inside.
"Blainey? Sweetie? I'm home," Kurt called out. When he heard no response, he dropped his coat onto the chair and slipped out of his shoes. "Blaine? Are you sleeping? I noticed your car and figured you were home."
Once again, no reply. Of course he's sleeping. He has no time for me anymore.
He ventured through the house, searching for any sign of his husband. Once he stumbled upon his bedroom, he noticed the figure sitting with just pants on, on the end of the bed.
"Blaine!" Kurt skipped up and kissed him on the cheek. Maybe we can actually interact like a normal couple! Oh, I had a feeling this was going to be a good day!
"Kurt…" Blaine sounded broken though he tried covering it up with a fake smile.
"You okay? I picked up chicken, figuring we could have that tonight since in two weeks it's your birthday and I have a special dinner planne—"
"Thanks, Kurt."
Kurt looked taken aback. Blaine never, ever interrupted him unless he was babbling about being nervous or something. But then again, a lot has changed in these past few months for them. "O-okay, well, I guess I'll go put your clothes in the wash now."
Blaine's eyes widened but he cleared his throat and smiled again, returning to fiddling with his hands. Kurt walked over and picked up his shirt…and then he noticed it.
The scent.
It didn't smell like Blaine, not one bit.
So why was this scent so familiar?
Brushing it off, he picked up his socks and proceeded to place them in the laundry basket.
…
They continued like that for about three days. Blaine awkwardly showing a bit more effort in their marriage than he had in four months. But, like I said, a bit more effort. The days were spent with Kurt trying to figure out what or, he shuddered thinking about it, who's scent was on Blaine's shirt. Then, on the fourth day, Kurt had an idea. And it was a pretty darn good idea at that.
"Welcome home, honey," Kurt gritted through his teeth.
Blaine looked confused, but still replied with "Hi."
Course he can't say more than a word to me. "How was work?"
"Fine. You?"
Hmm, let me see…spent the day trying to figure out why you're so distant and awkward? Wonderful day indeed, if I do say so myself. "Just. Perfect."
Blaine nodded and sat down at the table where Kurt had prepared a marvelous dinner.
"So you—" Blaine began, but was soon cut off by Kurt.
"Who is he?" Kurt blurted out of the blue. When Blaine didn't answer, only stared with bewilderment, Kurt shuddered and was suddenly very frightened of the answer.