Day 11 – My Guy by Mary Wells
"NO!"
"Blaine?" Kurt called from down the hall. When he received no reply, he hurried from the spare bedroom to the living room, momentarily fearful of what awful thing had happened to make Blaine cry out like that.
Of the scenarios he had managed to invent on the short walk, none came close to what he found. Blaine was kneeling on the floor next to a box in the corner – a box that was soaking wet.
"Oh, no," Kurt said under his breath, knowing what the box contained. Blaine had been working for two weeks on Valentine's Day cards for all of the 30 students in his kindergarten class. He was so excited to hand them out in class the next day, and had been talking about little else. "What happened?" Kurt asked, crossing the room and crouching down next to his husband.
"Our stupid manager didn't fix the stupid roof, that's what happened," Blaine ranted, pointing upwards. Sure enough, water was dripping from the ceiling. "When I get a hold of him," Blaine growled, beginning to rise. Kurt was immediately beside him, a hand on his chest to stop him from storming out the front door and paying a visit to the manager's office.
"We'll send him an e-mail, Blaine. We do everything in writing from now on." It wasn't the first issue they'd had in this apartment, and they'd filed multiple complaints with the building owner. Their lease was up in two months, and they were already searching for a new place in case they couldn't get satisfaction here.
Unfortunately, that didn't change the fact that all of Blaine's hard work had been ruined.
Blaine stared at Kurt for a minute, then deflated as his initial anger dissipated. "You're right. But Kurt," he added sadly, "what am I gonna do? I promised my kids that they'd all get a Valentine from me. I can't let them down!"
Kurt leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "You won't. Do you still have supplies left?"
"I've got some things, but not enough of everything," Blaine replied.
Kurt clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together. "Okay. You go get your remaining stuff. I'll go pull some things from my craft room. I'll meet you back at the kitchen table."
"Kurt," Blaine protested. "You can't seriously think we're going to make 30 Valentines in one night?"
"I don't think it. I know it," Kurt retorted. "I can't have your kids thinking any less of their favorite teacher, can I?" He gave Blaine a "boop" on the nose and rushed back to the spare room to get his crafting supplies.
Blaine headed towards the closet where he'd stored his extra supplies. As he opened the door, he paused. "Wait," he muttered to himself. "I'm their only teacher…"
xoxoxo
Four hours and several bottles of glue and glitter later, Blaine flopped back in his chair and exhaled. "I can't believe it," he declared, looking over the table where thirty perfect Valentines now sat in neat stacks.
Kurt smirked proudly, spinning a glue stick between his fingers. "How could you ever have doubted me?" he teased.
Blaine smiled softly, leaning forward and placing his hand over Kurt's where it now lay on the table. "I never did, and I never will. Thank you so, so much, Kurt. I couldn't have done it without you."
Kurt leaned in further and kissed Blaine gently on the lips. "You're welcome, sweetie. Now, let's get this cleaned up and get to bed, okay?" he said with a wink.
"I like the way you think," Blaine answered. The two rose from the table and quickly realized they had a problem. "Um, Blaine?"
"What the?" Blaine said at the same time. He tried releasing Kurt's hand, but he couldn't. It's like they were…
"Oh, good lord," Kurt chuckled. "Blaine, did you have glue all over your hand?"
Blaine looked up sheepishly and shrugged.
Kurt shook his head in exasperation. It was only craft glue, so he knew there wasn't any danger. They simply needed to wash it off in the sink. Tugging Blaine behind him, he crossed over to the sink and turned on the tap. As they ran their hands under the water, Blaine started to hum.
It took Kurt a few bars to recognize the tune. "Don't you dare," he warned. He knew he'd lost when he saw the mischievous glint in Blaine's eye.
"Nothing you could do, 'cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy," Blaine sang cheekily.
"You're ridiculous," Kurt interjected, faking annoyance as he lathered up with more soap. Their hands were no longer attached, but now he was peeling bits of dried glue from their fingers.
"I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter, like birds of a feather we…"
Blaine paused, staring at Kurt expectantly. "We…" he repeated, bumping Kurt's hip with his own.
Kurt finally broke, a grin splitting his face as he finished with, "...stick together."
Blaine took a hand towel and wiped both of their hands dry before winding his arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt rested his arms on Blaine's shoulders in a well-practiced position. They swayed in the kitchen while Blaine sang on.
"I'm tellin' you from the start, I can't be torn apart from my guy."
A/N: I like cute, silly Klaine.
