Day 12 – How Deep Is Your Love
A/N: Written for - oh, you know the drill by now. It's by the Bee Gees.
When they'd spent their first Valentine's Day together (well, not together together), Blaine had professed that he wasn't very good at romance. He had, in Kurt's opinion, proven that statement false on any number of occasions.
Blaine was quite good at making romantic gestures, both large (like his epic proposal to Kurt) and small (like when he made Kurt breakfast in bed). Valentine's Day was still his favorite holiday, and Kurt knew that it was likely Blaine had something grand up his sleeve. However, this year, Kurt wanted to be sure he did something romantic, as well. He came home early that day to prepare an intimate dinner for the two of them. It was their first Valentine's Day as husbands, and he thought a private dinner in would be better than dining at some overpriced, overcrowded restaurant. Just to make sure there were no overlapping surprises, they had discussed it in advance and decided that Kurt was in charge of dinner. They discussed no other details, so Kurt had no idea what to expect from his charming, romantically-inclined husband.
He was not expecting what he saw when he walked in the door, and almost dropped his groceries. The stereo was turned up, and Blaine was bopping around the apartment, dancing as he vacuumed. He was, hilariously enough, in just his undershirt and boxers. Kurt swore that Blaine had been a nudist in another lifetime.
It was a truth universally acknowledged that while Blaine had certain musical tastes and preferences, he would generally sing along with just about anything that came on the radio. That could be the only explanation for what Kurt witnessed.
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down, when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
Kurt stood quietly in the doorway, not wanting to disturb his singing/dancing/cleaning husband lest he should stop. As gorgeous as Blaine was when he was all put together and dapper, Kurt didn't think he'd ever get used to how stunning he was in unguarded moments like this, when he was doing something simple and sweet like cleaning the apartment (Kurt's chore this week) just so that Kurt wouldn't have to do it later.
Kurt's breath caught in his throat and he almost welled up when he saw Blaine stop and pick up a picture of Kurt from a table, serenading it with the next lines.
I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You're the light in my deepest darkest hour
You're my savior when I fall
Kurt couldn't help himself. He set the bag of groceries down and crossed the room as Blaine sang. He lightly touched Blaine's shoulder so as not to startle him too badly. As soon as Blaine turned around, Kurt caught him up in an embrace and began to dance with him, joining him in the song.
And it's me you need to show
How deep is your love
They continued to dance and sing their way through the end of the song, finishing with an inevitable kiss.
"Hi," Blaine murmured once their lips parted.
"Hi, yourself," Kurt returned his greeting. They kissed again, and Blaine pulled back when Kurt started giggling.
"Oh, that's a fine way to react to being kissed by your husband on Valentine's Day," Blaine said, pretending to be affronted.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. It's just…the Bee Gees, Blaine?"
"Hey, it's a classic!" Blaine argued, ignoring Kurt's raised questioning eyebrow. "Whatever, you sang it too," he retorted, sticking his tongue out.
"Fair point," Kurt conceded, giving Blaine a playful swat on the behind before releasing him. "I'm going to go start dinner – yes," he added, "we are dining at Chez Hummel-Anderson tonight – so don't come in the kitchen while I'm cooking."
Blaine pouted slightly as Kurt walked to the kitchen, then returned to his task. He turned the radio on again and started up the vacuum.
Kurt decided that he must be truly, deeply in love with the man in the living room if he was willing to listen to him belt out "We've Got the Funk" while vacuuming.
A/N: Sorry, but once the image of Blaine vacuuming in his underwear came into my head, it demanded a story.
