Is it too obvious that my stress relief is writing schmoopy Kurt-centric hurt/comfort?
Kurt had some very distinctive signs that showed he was having a bad day, and at this point in their relationship, Blaine knew them all.
He could tell that a day had just gone a little awry if he came home to freshly baked goodies and a cheery, relaxed Kurt – his stressbaking worked out all his tension, and then the sweet snacks he had lifted his blood sugar and helped him focus on whatever he needed to do.
A day was bad but not terrible if he came home to a tense, fidgety Kurt. Then Blaine knew to just let Kurt vent his frustrations while he went about his evening routine, and by the end of Kurt's rant, he'd be feeling better and Blaine would have dinner ready, and the night would pick up from there.
A day was truly awful if Kurt was silent, sweater-clad, and withdrawn when Blaine slid the loft door open. If Kurt retreated into his headspace and tried to block out the world with his bulkiest sweaters, then he was seriously upset.
The latter sight was what greeted Blaine when he got home from a lunch shift at the diner that day.
Kurt was sitting with his knees to his chest on one end of the couch, staring off into space quietly without even his phone nearby to provide distraction. His thickest, most oversized gray sweater was covering his torso, and the sleeves were pulled up over his hands – or at least, Blaine thought they were. Kurt's hands were hidden in his lap, so Blaine couldn't get a great view of them through his legs. When the door rattled shut behind Blaine, Kurt turned and looked at him, his gaze sad and a little desperate.
Blaine didn't even bother saying anything. He shucked off his jacket and shoes quickly, and went to sit next to Kurt on the couch, reaching out and wrapping an arm around Kurt's shoulders comfortingly.
Kurt responded by climbing into Blaine's lap and pressing his face into Blaine's neck. The deep breath he took when his face was finally hidden was the loudest noise either of them had made so far, and Blaine thought he could hear Kurt choke down a sob as he exhaled.
"Is there something I can do, baby?" Blaine asked softly, not wanting to disturb the fragile calm he felt settling over his fiance.
"Can you just hold me for a minute?" Kurt said, not lifting his head. "I need to remember that I'm not as alone as I feel sometimes."
"Of course I can," Blaine said, tightening his embrace. "I'm never too busy to just hold you for a moment when you need it."
Kurt burrowed deeper into Blaine's hold and took another breath. "I don't think I tell you often enough how grateful I am that you're mine."
"Don't worry, I know," Blaine said. "I mean, not that I don't enjoy hearing it, but I know. I always know."
"I love you." Kurt sat up and kissed Blaine for a moment before just resting their foreheads together.
"Fearlessly and forever?" Blaine teased lovingly.
"Fearlessly and forever."
The way Kurt's eyes sparkled when he repeated Blaine's sentence let Blaine know that his fiance was already on the way to feeling better.