Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me.
Kurt halted in the front door, staring wide-eyed. "Blaine," he said.
"Uh-huh?" Blaine grunted, struggling to hold onto the cardboard box in his hand.
"Blaine, this is our place," Kurt said reverently. "This is our home. This is our first home together. We're going to sleep here and make dinner together here and…and have sex in every room…and then not tell people when they come over that we've had sex in every room…and…and I'm going to decorate it perfectly suit both of us, and someday we'll bring our babies home to this house and-"
"Kurt, this is extremely sweet and I would love to kiss you senseless and get started on that having sex in every room idea you have, but for the love of God, babe, can you please open the door before my arms break off?" Blaine huffed, the heavy boxes nearly bending him in half.
"Oh!" Kurt said, startled, as he hastily jammed his key in the lock. "Sorry."
Blaine hefted the boxes through the doors. "Why aren't you following me?" he asked. "You promised me sex. And sex can't happen if you're standing outside staring at our front door. Come on, hurry up."
Kurt grinned and shut the door.
Author's Notes:
AND OF COURSE I JUST STOP THERE.
Trololololololo.
I wonder what would happen if I ever wrote smut...