A/N: My first fanfic ever! YAY! Blaine and Kurt have graduated from college and are ready to start a new chapter in their lives together. But not with some bumps along the way. Yay for fluff!
I don't own Blaine, Kurt, or Glee.
"So are all the boxes upstairs?"
"Yup, just in my room. I'll get some Diet Cokes for us. Oh, and watch out for a piece of carpet that's loose on the stairs. My dad has been meaning to get it fixed but just hasn't had the time."
Blaine headed upstairs to his boyfriend's bedroom, taking care to avoid the indicated step. He noticed a hamper just outside the door, pale salmon in color. It was so unlike his own because the lid was firmly on, and no clothing articles were on the floor around it from missed tosses. He smiled at how organized Kurt was. He always admired him for that. Kurt's bedroom was no exception. You couldn't have guessed that its inhabitant was packing nearly everything to move across the country. Boxes were stacked neatly in the corner so there was still plenty of room to walk. Kurt's closet was nearly empty, but the clothing inside it was still hung precisely and the shoes at the bottom all had mates. A suitcase lay at the foot of Kurt's bed, bulging, but still not overflowing. Amongst all of this, Kurt's bed was still expertly made, like it was made by a maid at a hotel.
Kurt came up the stairs bearing two Diet Cokes. Blaine was still admiring his room. "Something wrong?" Kurt asked.
"Oh, no. I just can't get over how organized you are when you pack," Blaine said.
Kurt laughed, taking a swig of Diet Coke. "I suppose that's because of my mom. She would always make sure that whatever we did was neat and organized. But thanks for helping me carry my stuff downstairs."
"Hey, no problem. Plus, it gives me an excuse to spend more time with you." Blaine laughed carrying a stack of boxes about three feet high.
"I meant take one or two at a time!" Kurt laughed. "We'll have to make more than one trip."
"I've got it," Blaine reassured Kurt. He made his way down the stairs.
Blaine couldn't see where he was going on the stairs because the boxes greatly obscured his vision. Predictably, Blaine caught his foot on the very piece of carpet Kurt warned him about earlier. Blaine cursed loudly as his feet fell out from underneath him and his back was sliced by the wooden banister. The cardboard boxes were no longer in his arms, but scattered about the stairwell. The items inside the boxes were also dispersed among the stairway, some even reaching the hallway at the bottom.
Blaine heard Kurt yell for him but Blaine himself was more concentrated on the stinging in his lower back.
"Blaine? Here, let me help you up." Kurt half carried, half dragged Blaine back upstairs and into his bedroom.
"'m fine, Kurt." Blaine winced as Kurt sat Blaine on his bed.
"If you take your shirt off, I could probably put a cool cloth on your back and make sure you're not gushing blood." Kurt smiled.
"No, no. We have to keep packing."
"Blaine Anderson, you take your shirt off this instant." Kurt looked surprised that he actually just asked his boyfriend to take his shirt off while lying in his bed.
Blaine smirked. How the heck could this man look so gorgeous and charming even when he was hurt? "As you wish, Kurt Hummel." Blaine unbuttoned his maroon cardigan and then his white collared shirt. He managed to shimmy both off, with some help from Kurt. He was now lying in Kurt's expertly made bed with nothing but a pair of slender dark wash jeans.
Kurt came back from the bathroom with a damp washcloth. "You know, it's not fair that I have to have my shirt off and you don't." There's the dapperness again.
Kurt rolled his eyes, but then smiled. "Okay." He took off his light blue bowtie first. Then his black vest. And finally his own collared white shirt.
"Does it look bad?" Blaine inquired. "Kurt?"
"Wha – ?" Oh, no. It's just really pink. A really bad scrape." Kurt was amazed at how perfect and…sculpted Blaine's back was, aside from the scrape, of course. It looked like it could have been carved out of marble, it was that pristine. He pressed the washcloth to Blaine's back. Blaine winced at the sudden coolness, but then relaxed after the cloth began to soothe him. Kurt took a stray thread from the cloth and started to trace Blaine's spine. He hadn't realized that it was making Blaine have goosebumps until Blaine said, "Oi, Kurt. That tickles!"
"Sorry!" Kurt said, embarrassed. "You just stay there, and I'll get you a snack."
"Kurt, you don't have to – " But Kurt was already gone.
In the kitchen Kurt found some cheese and crackers. Oh my God my boyfriend is upstairs in my bedroom…shirtless. He started to climb the stairs. Oh my God my boyfriend is upstairs in my bedroom…shirtless.
"Oh my God my boyfriend is upstairs in my bedroom…shirtless."
Blaine laughed. Oh crap, did I say that out loud?
"Oh my God, yourself. Get over here, beautiful." Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist and pulled him closer on the bed. "You have been amazing, Doctor Hummel."
Kurt blushed. Blaine reached for Kurt's cheek and kissed him lightly.
"But, tomorrow we leave for New York!" Blaine cheered.
"Oh my gosh, yes! We do!" Kurt seemed to have just remembered.
It may have been a clumsy beginning, but Kurt and Blaine were ready to begin a new chapter in their life together. Kurt settled himself next to Blaine, wrapping his arm around the older man's torso. Blaine felt very warm to Kurt's cold arm. They probably fell asleep like that because Kurt didn't hear Finn come through the front door and trip on the fallen boxes in the hallway….