Yet another birthday fic (even though it was last week shhh she got it on time) for Jen theworldhasshifted on Tumblr. Ikea time!
Holy shit."
"I said the same thing my first time, B," Kurt said after stifling a snicker at the wide-eyed, wondrous look on Blaine's face. "Ikea is a madhouse. A magical, gigantic madhouse."
"You can say that again, Ku- oh my God, is that a play place?" Blaine whipped his head back to stare at the enchanted forest-themed kids' area they had just passed on their way up to the escalator.
"Honey, even you aren't small enough to play in there. Keep walking," Kurt directed as he placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders to physically steer him away from the play place. "Just wait 'til you see the mini houses. They're like adult play places."
"Mini houses?" Blaine perked up visibly, walking faster and starting to swerve around slower groups. "Let's go!"
"Oh my God."
"Again, I said the same thing." Kurt could get used to being the Ikea Master if Blaine reacted to everything like this.
"Kurt, these mini houses are so cool. Can't you just picture us getting an apartment like this next year?" Blaine asked, gesturing to the compact bedroom/living room/kitchen set-up Ikea had made in the middle of the showroom.
"B, my living room in Bushwick right now is bigger than this entire space. Try thinking a little bigger."
"Baby, if we move into Manhattan proper like we want to, this is what we're gonna be able to afford. You might need to think about downsizing."
"Bite your tongue. We're barely going to have enough room for your complete rainbow spectrum of pants as it is, and now you want us to get a smaller house?" Kurt's look of abject horror made Blaine start giggling for a good thirty seconds before he could answer.
"You know it wouldn't be for forever, Kurt! Once we're both massively successful on Broadway and the clothing line you want to design on the side takes off, we can live in the nicest apartment in New York. Hell, we can live out in the suburbs and commute into town. Whatever you want, I'll do, baby."
"I don't know if I could ever leave the city. Maybe if we had kids, but even then, it's not like growing up out in the wastes of suburbia did us any favors. Can I have some time to think about it?" Kurt's mind was starting to speed up as he contemplated their future housing, making his forehead furl up and his eyes go unfocused. Blaine leaned up and smooched his forehead with a tiny "mwah!" sound.
"C'mon, baby. Let's go get some frozen yogurt and look through the Kitchen Dreambook. You can pick the countertops if I can pick the cabinets," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hand and dragging him out of the display.
"Blaine, if we don't even know where we're gonna live, how are we going to design a kitchen? We need to know how much room we have and what the themes of the neighborhood and the rest of the house are and-" Kurt's frantic reply was cut off by another kiss from Blaine, this time square on the lips.
"We can design as many kitchens as we need to. Now hurry up, I want some ice cream!"
"All right, all right, I'm coming! But if you eat that ice cream like you always do, don't be surprised to find yourself locked in the men's room with me."
"You say that like it'd be a struggle for me."
