Day 4: Bat
A tense silence filled the room. It was one of those pauses that feels like forever but really only lasts a second or two.
"Kurt, I…"
"Don't," Kurt interrupted, his tone clipped as he tried not to lose his temper.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident," Blaine said contritely.
Kurt, whose eyes had been squeezed shut, opened one carefully – the one that felt safe to open. "I know," he replied, letting out a sigh. "I know it was. However," he hesitated as a soft plop was heard nearby, "I need to go take care of this," he waved a hand towards himself. "And you need to take care of that," he added with a gesture towards the kitchen.
The two looked at one another again, and when another clump of red frosting dripped off of Kurt's hair onto the floor, Blaine bit his lower lip to keep from laughing. Much to his relief, he saw Kurt's lips pucker in that way that meant he was trying to be serious when he wanted to laugh, too.
Blaine reached out and swiped a finger over the tip of Kurt's nose, picking up a dollop of frosting and licking it off his finger as Kurt tried to bat his hand away. "You're ridiculous," he huffed with a smirk.
"I really am sorry," Blaine repeated sincerely. The piping bag of frosting had been on the counter, part of their afternoon of Christmas cookie decorating. Kurt was bringing over the next tray of cookies and Blaine moved to get out of his way. He tripped. In an attempt to catch himself, his hand landed on the counter – more precisely, on the piping bag. Hard. Hard enough to make it burst and send frosting flying everywhere (except, magically, onto Blaine himself). Kurt happened to be in the center of the splash zone.
Blaine took Kurt by the arm and led him to the bathroom, helping him to wipe the frosting off of his face, at least, so that he could open his other eye and see what he was doing. He offered to help Kurt with his hair, but was unsurprised when he was sent to clean up the kitchen, instead.
Half an hour later, his spotless husband walked into their spotless kitchen.
"Ready to decorate the rest of these cookies?" Blaine asked, nodding to the counter where the most recent batch of tree- and star-shaped treats lay waiting.
"Okay," Kurt agreed, leaning over to give Blaine a kiss on the cheek to prove he held no grudge. At the last second, he pulled back, amending, "but no red frosting."
Blaine turned his head to capture Kurt's lips with his own, agreeing, "No red frosting."