A reader pointed out to me that I've been kind of beating up poor Blaine lately. I've noticed this pattern, too, and I apologize that this one is, unfortunately, no different. Um, enjoy anyways.
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while.
Blaine walked into the apartment, very excited to see his fiancee. He'd had a rough day, and had texted Kurt about it all day. He found absolutely zero sign of Kurt, but he did find a bouquet of lilies on the table, next to a box of his favorite chocolates.
Kurt came strolling into the kitchen, a basket of laundry under his arm. "Hey, beautiful," Kurt said, kissing his boyfriend.
Blaine just sort of smiled. "Is that my laundry?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, I figured you'd need a little time on the couch, and I noticed that you've been running low on socks, so I'm just going to throw this in the washer and then do you want to make dinner together?" Kurt asked.
"Um, I'm not hungry," Blaine replied.
"Oh come on. I got all of the stuff we need to make Fettuccine Alfredo. It's your favorite," Kurt said.
"I might just have a salad or something," Blaine said. He went for the head of lettuce in the fridge.
Kurt put down the laundry basket. "Did something else happen?" he asked.
Blaine nodded. "Um, you know that theater dance class I have to take? The teacher said I should try to shed a few pounds to, you know, look better in the leotard," Blaine replied. He hadn't made eye contact with Kurt yet.
Kurt walked over, took the head of lettuce from Blaine, and held him by the shoulders. "That's nonsense. Complete crap. How dare that idiot say that to the most beautiful person in the world. You have an amazing body, you sing like an angel, and every time you smile, my heart skips a beat."
By now, Blaine had tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Kurt. Blaine said.
"Now, how about that Alfredo?" Kurt asked. Blaine smiled.
"It is my favorite, after all," he said. The conversation was soon forgotten, drowned out by their laughter over the dinner they were making.