Kurt knocked quietly on the door to Blaine's bedroom. Blaine had texted him telling him to just walk right into the house and come up to his room, but Kurt was kind of puzzled when he found the door to his room shut. "Blaine? Are you in there?" Kurt asked. When Kurt heard a suspicious clunk, he flung the door open, expecting to see Blaine dead on the floor. Instead, he found tarps on the floors, tape on the floorboards and ceiling and brown paint all over the place, mostly where it doesn't belong. Blaine was wearing old sweatpants and a Dalton athletic t-shirt and Kurt found him to look absolutely delicious, especially with paint smeared all over him. "Um, whatcha doing?" Kurt asked, suppressing a giggle.
"I'm tap dancing. What does it look like I'm doing?" Blaine replied, clearly frustrated.
"Do you need some help?" Kurt asked. Blaine looked slightly defeated, but still nodded. "Can I have some old clothes by any chance? This is a new jacket," Kurt asked.
"Of course," Blaine replied. He tossed him some sweat pants and an old t-shirt and Kurt quickly changed in the bathroom. He picked up a roller and in about an hour and a half of hard work, the room was painted. Both boys were smeared in paint and sweat. Blaine and Kurt stepped back to admire their work. "We're not too bad at this," Blaine said. Kurt turned to him and gave him a look. "Okay, so you sort of saved the operation." Kurt laughed.
"Well, I'd like to think of myself as quite the interior decorator," Kurt said.
"And what a wonderful interior decorator you are," Blaine said, kissing Kurt's nose. Kurt chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"Your face! You're covered in paint!" Kurt said, giggling.
"Well you're not much cleaner!" Blaine said.
"We should probably clean up," Kurt said.
"Yeah, we should," Blaine replied.
"I'll use the downstairs shower and you can shower up here?" Kurt proposed.
"Um, you can't run two showers at once here. The hot water won't work," Blaine said, pulling at Kurt's t-shirt.
"Wow, that's a bummer, because the paint's going to stain if we don't both wash it off really soon," Kurt said, nonchalantly. Blaine picked Kurt up, flung him over his shoulder, hauled him off to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Thank God for that extra box of condoms Blaine kept under the sink.
