Day 21: User/Lights
A/N: At some point, I wrote a one-shot in which Blaine decked out his and Kurt's house with Christmas lights that he synchronized to music. I cannot for the life of me find it now, but this takes place the following year.
On. Off. On. Off. On. Dammit.
Kurt was no tech wizard, but he figured he should certainly be able to manage a phone app like the one Blaine had used last year to program their Christmas light display. He wanted to surprise Blaine, so he'd purchased new lights for the tree that he could synchronize to music. Sure, Blaine had enlisted the help of one of the tech guys from the theater for his outdoor lighting and music extravaganza, but this was supposed to be a "do-it-yourself" version that he could, ostensibly, do himself. So far, the only thing he'd been able to get the lights to do was blink on and off, and not in a cool way to a musical beat, but more like a broken flashing traffic signal.
Stupid lights from Target.
Needless to say, his big surprise was not ready when Blaine arrived home. "Hi, Kurt, I'm…"
"User error! What do you mean, user error!" Kurt grumbled angrily from the couch, whipping his phone to the other side.
Blaine slipped off his shoes and set down his bag, then cautiously approached his husband. "Bad day?" he asked, hoping that the old line would lighten the mood. Instead, he found himself on the receiving end of an angry glare. With a sigh, he sat down next to Kurt, carefully avoiding the discarded phone. "What's the matter?"
Kurt proceeded to vent about his afternoon, ranting about the spoiled surprise and his frustration with the app, which by this point, he had decided to extend to every form of technology ever invented. Blaine listened attentively, sympathizing in silence to allow Kurt to get everything off his chest. When he was sure Kurt was finished, he patted the hand he had been holding and said, "Just a second."
Blaine rose, going around the room and turning off all of the lights except for those on the Christmas tree (which, thankfully, had stopped blinking). The apartment was bathed in the soft glow of the multicolored lights. He returned to his spot on the couch, slipped an arm around Kurt's stomach, and pulled him close. Resting his head on Kurt's shoulder, he sighed contentedly.
"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, sounding confused. "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying my surprise," Blaine replied easily.
"But…but it didn't work. It's not right," Kurt argued sadly.
"You wanted me to enjoy the lights, right?" Blaine softly retorted. At Kurt's nod, he continued, "Well, the lights are on, they're beautiful, I'm cuddling with you, and you're beautiful. Seems like a success to me."
Kurt decided he couldn't argue with that.
A/N: I am struggling with these last few prompts, so forgive me if these aren't the greatest chapters.