"KURT! YOU'RE HOME!" Blaine shouted, jumping off the couch as he heard the door swing open, tackling the younger yet taller boy who had his arms full of groceries.
"Blaine, I wasn't even gone that long!" Kurt laughed, kissing the top of the other boy's curly head, "Now get off of me so I can put these groceries away." Blaine nodded, reluctantly removing himself from his lover as Kurt set the bags of groceries on the counter top in the kitchen. They quickly unloaded the groceries, putting them away in a timely fashion.
"Y'know," Kurt smiled, leaning against the counter as Blaine stood on his tippy toes to put the last box of cereal away, "I'm impressed at the fact you know where all of these things go."
"I learned the apartment while you were gone," Blaine confessed with a sheepish grin, "But what else was there to do?"
"Blaine," Kurt smiled, walking over to wrap his arms around his waist, resting his chin on the shorter boy's shoulder, "That's adorable."
"It's practical, actually." Blaine chuckled, turning himself in Kurt's arms to peck his lips lightly, "I wouldn't do much good living in an apartment where I had no idea where anything was."
"That's a good point, but you shouldn't shoot it down when I tell you that you're cute." Kurt laughed a little before kissing Blaine softly again, padding into the living room, flopping onto the small couch, looking up at Blaine who had followed him.
"So, how was your first day, mister Fashion Designer?" He asked with a smile, sitting down next to him.
"Absolutely terrible." Kurt sighed, curling up into a ball, nuzzling his face into Blaine's chest as his strong arms wrapped around Kurt's frame, "They shot down every idea I presented."
"Well, they've got no style." Blaine offered, kissing the top of Kurt's head, "Your sense of style is fantastic, you'll do fine, don't worry, Kurt."
"I know," Kurt nodded a little with a sigh, "It just sucks." Blaine wrapped his arms a little tighter, hugging Kurt close. Kurt smiled, before crawling into Blaine's lap, taking a deep breath and inhaling Blaine's scent. Blaine grinned, setting a hand on Kurt's thigh, rubbing small circles.
"I love you, Kurt." he whispered softly.
"I love you too, Blaine."
"IF YOU WOULD JUST LISTEN!" came a shout from upstairs, just barely muffled by the floor. Blaine's eyes snapped open, realizing he had fallen asleep on the couch with Kurt, who still slept soundly in his arms.
"I don't know how you do it." He chuckled before managing to stand up, carrying Kurt bridal-style down the small hallway of his apartment to deposit him into their bed. He smiled, setting Kurt down on the queen size bed, pressing his lips to Kurt's forehead gently. Kurt's face scrunched up as Blaine let him go, immediately searching for the warmth he had fallen asleep in.
"Blaine?" He squeaked out, half asleep, his arms searching for his boyfriend.
"I'm right here," Blaine said softly, taking Kurt's hand in his own, "go back to sleep." After a few minutes, when he was sure Kurt had fallen asleep again, he padded his way back out into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, leaning against the counter as he began to drink it. He jumped a little as the shouts from upstairs began again right above his head this time.
"THE BABY IS GOING TO WAKE UP, YOU STUPID BITCH!" Blaine rolled his eyes, before closing the bottle of water and grabbed a broom, intent on knocking on the ceiling to signal that he also lived in the building. He jumped a couple of times, trying to reach, frowning and cursing himself as he came a few inches short. He quickly scrambled on top of the counter, pounding on the ceiling with the end of the broom, grinning as the shouts turned into muffled hushed curses shot between the couple upstairs.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, "Blaine, honey, what are you doing up there?" Blaine jumped, nearly falling off of the counter as he locked eyes with his boyfriend, face flushing red.
"They were yelling," he explained, hopping down onto the floor, "and I didn't want them to wake you. But it looks like they did."
"It was actually the pounding of the broomstick that woke me up." Kurt laughed lightly, taking Blaine's hand, "Now let's go back to bed. You look exhausted."