Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Blaine would have weekly trips to NYC so that he could sing love songs to Kurt out on the fireplace.
Kurt was prepping dinner when Rachel and Brody came in from their run to the Bodega for groceries. He glanced at them and smiled at Rachel. "Is it snowing hard again?" Kurt asked incredulously as he stirred the lamb stew he was making.
"Turning into a real storm out there," Brody replied, helping Rachel out of her coat after setting the grocery bags on the table.
"Great," Kurt groused, moving to look out the window. " I was hoping Adam could stop by tonight. I guess that's out."
"Oooh, and how are things going with Adam?" Rachel asked excitedly.
Kurt shrugged and started to answer when he heard a crinkling noise and he smirked, moving back to the stove to tend to his stew.
"Umm, Kurt? Why is there a plastic cushion on my chair?" Brody asked as he got back up from the seat to stare at the odd addition.
"Hmm?" Kurt asked innocently. "Oh that. Well, Santana told me how you have continued to swan around in the buff, and it got me to wondering where else you may have sat in the apartment while naked. I didn't much care for that thought, so she volunteered to get that child's cushion – you know, for protection against accidents – for your seat."
Rachel sputtered while Brody turned red with embarrassment. Kurt continued, "I'll also have to ask you to keep your ongoing compulsion with nudity off my couch and out of the kitchen. We prep our food here – and it's not sanitary."
"Kurt! I don't have a compulsion with nudity!"
"Yes you do," Santana countered as she stepped in from the fire escape, where she had been explaining to her mother about her recent move and her plans for the future. "You should probably get some help for that."
Kurt gestured to her, as if to say You See? And pulled out bowls to serve up dinner.
"Lady Hummel, serve me up some of that, will ya?" Santana asked as she shucked off her jacket.
"You got it, Satan," Kurt replied absentmindedly as he fired off a text to Adam telling him not to bother coming over for the evening.
While Brody and Rachel moved off to her bedroom, him complaining quietly about how Kurt and Santana had started ganging up on him, Kurt turned to Santana and winked. She simply smiled and sat at the new chair he had acquired for her, and they chatted about their planned trip the next day to get Santana a bedroom set of her own. It was time to get her settled properly in.
