A return to my Fuckurtofsky 'verse.
Sighing as he shuffled through the apartment, Kurt called ahead, "When did it get so empty in here?"
Noah shrugged and watched Kurt enter the living room, motioning for him to join Noah on the couch, which he did. "Just you and me, babe," he said, pulling Kurt's arm around his shoulder. "You ever think we'd see the day when Irene moved out?"
"No," Kurt chuckled, hugging Noah's shoulders close and kissing his husband's temple. "I think at thirty-four it was definitely time."
"Has she called? Like, is she okay and everything?"
Rolling his eyes, Kurt insists, "She's fine. I know she's your baby and everything, but you have to learn to trust her to make good decisions."
Noah sits forward in his seat and grabs his mug of coffee from the table, bringing it to his lips and taking a long, slow sip. Once he swallowed, he said, "I know that, babe. I've raised three kids."
"You had help!"
"Not that much help." Kurt smacked Puck's leg. "Oh, you! If Finn and Dave were here, they'd back me up on this."
The air sours a little. It's been a long time since Finn was with them. Almost ten years since the crash. Dave's loss was more recent. Pancreatic cancer – next to impossible to diagnose in time, even with recent advancements in medicine. Kurt looked at his husband and wondered which of them would be next and which would hang on, alone, for years afterward.
"Hey," Noah said as he set down his mug, "don't get morose on me, Hummel. Not again."
"I can't help it," Kurt insisted. "It's this place. So many memories."
"And so much space we're not using," Noah pointed out, laying his head on Kurt's shoulder. "You know, Ariel has that guest house. We could go live with her and her family."
"In Jersey?" Kurt wrinkled his nose in distaste before chuckling at the face Noah replied with. "No, it does sound nice. It's not like we've got jobs holding us here anymore. Friends, but..."
"Screw our friends," Noah said. "I wanna see my grandkids more often. I wanna make sure that husband of hers treats her right and-"
"Sweetie, Chalie is amazing. He'll treat her right."
"Still." Noah looks around the apartment and Kurt can practically see him remembering their life full of kids and love and loss.
"Or," he said, taking Noah's wrinkled hand in his (still moderately youthful-looking) hand. "We base ourselves in Ariel's guest house and spend most of our time traveling until we run out of money and have to stop. Oh! We could go to Paris again!"
"We'll go wherever you want, boss," Noah replied with an flirty wink.
Kurt smiled and kissed his husband. "I like the sound of that."