Day 6: Dairy

"Do you know what the downfall of humankind is going to be?" Kurt blustered as he burst through the door, slamming it behind him and angrily divesting himself of his winter garb.

Blaine sized up the situation quickly, and decided to try levity first to break the tension. "Dairy?"

Kurt paused momentarily, his coat hanging from his wrists, to side-eye his husband-turned-comedian. "Well, sure," he huffed, fighting with the coat that somehow had him imprisoned.

Blaine gave a sympathetic smile and crossed the room, quietly and quickly helping Kurt the rest of the way out of the clutches of his coat. Guiding him towards the kitchen, he sat Kurt in a chair at the table and began fixing him a cup of tea.

"Greed, Blaine. Greed will be the end of us all!" Kurt exclaimed as though he hadn't stopped talking in between.

"Bad day Christmas shopping?" Blaine guessed, placing the tea kettle on the stove and pulling up a chair beside Kurt.

"The worst." Kurt deflated, letting his head drop to the table. "I had the perfect gift for Carole in sight, and just as I reached for it, some…woman practically knocked me and snatched it right from under my nose."

Blaine placed a gentle hand on the back of Kurt's neck, massaging the tense muscle he found there. "I'm sure you'll find something better," he encouraged.

Kurt merely grunted in reply. The tea kettle began to whistle, and Blaine dropped a quick kiss to the top of Kurt's head before rising to remove it from the heat. He brought the kettle, two cups, and tea to the table, then turned back to the refrigerator to retrieve one more item.

"In the meantime, maybe this will help." Kurt lifted his head to find a slice of cheesecake in front of him.

He leaned over to give Blaine a peck on the cheek and picked up the fork. "I thought you said dairy was going to be the end of humankind," Kurt mused as he popped a forkful of the dessert into his mouth.

Blaine grabbed a second fork and took a piece for himself. "Sure, but what a way to go."