Day 5: We're In This Love Together

It's like a rainy night in candlelight, and ooh, it's so romantic…

The evening had been perfect. They cooked a simple, but sumptuous meal together, trading kisses as they worked beside one another effortlessly. Soft music and candlelight provided a romantic atmosphere that rivaled the best restaurants in town.

Now, the empty dishes and wine glasses were in the sink, and the candles were dark. A gentle rain pattered against the windowpane, providing a new kind of background music. Kurt and Blaine were tangled in each other, lying diagonally across the bed and making out like a couple of teenagers. They had all night, and knew there was time to do more later, so there was no rush.

Kurt let out a breathy sigh when Blaine began kissing that spot on his neck. Just as Kurt started to lose himself a little more, he suddenly felt something drip on his forehead. Was Blaine crying? Another drop landed as he opened his eyes. "Blaine?" he whispered.

Blaine, completely caught up in what he was doing, mistook the tone of Kurt's utterance, separating his mouth from his husband's neck long enough to moan Kurt's name in reply before returning to his ministrations.

Kurt realized that in Blaine's current position, there was no way his tears would land on Kurt's forehead if he were crying. He shifted slightly, and a third drop plopped on his cheekbone.

"Blaine," he said more insistently, pushing back on Blaine's shoulders to get his attention.

Blaine got the hint, pressing up on his forearms to hover over Kurt. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern painting his features. Before Kurt could answer, Blaine jerked his head back sharply, swiping at the back of his neck with one hand. "What the…?" he exclaimed.

Blaine rolled off to one side and Kurt reached out to flick on the bedside lamp. It took a second for their eyes to adjust from the darkness, but they soon saw the source of their confusion. A small bead of water formed on the ceiling above them, then dropped to the bed, only to be followed by another droplet forming in its wake.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Kurt grumbled. "I thought the super said the roof had been fixed!"

"Apparently not," Blaine huffed in frustration. He reached for the phone and pulled the duvet up to keep the offending liquid off of their new mattress. "I'll call him now. Can you go get a…"

"Already on it," Kurt replied, already halfway to the kitchen to retrieve a bucket and some towels while Blaine gave their superintendent a piece of his mind.

With the makeshift water retention system in place, Kurt stood beside Blaine in the doorway of their bedroom and stared at their bed sadly. There was no way they would be able to sleep there – or do anything else there, for that matter – tonight.

"Well, so much for a romantic, rainy evening," Kurt groused. "Nothing says romance like a drippy ceiling."

"Oh, I don't know," Blaine retorted, slipping an arm around Kurt's waist and guiding him down the hall. "We do have this lovely, very comfortable, very dry couch out here in the living room," he suggested, sitting down and pulling Kurt into his lap.

Kurt laughed, wrapping his arms around Blaine. "Why, so we do! You're so clever," he teased, kissing the tip of Blaine's nose. "What would I do without you?"

Blaine smiled, kissing down Kurt's jawline towards his neck to resume where he'd left off before they were interrupted. "You'll never have to find out. We're in this together."

Kurt barely registered the sound of the rain picking up outside, his senses consumed by the touches and sounds coming from the man beneath him. Maybe rainy nights were romantic, after all.

A/N: Inspired by the song prompt "We're in This Love Together" by Al Jarreau. I have to admit I had trouble with this one. Coincidentally, it was raining as I wrote it.