I think this speaks for itself.
"Stop it right there, Mister!"
Kurt freezes, with one arm halfway down a sleeve and the other fumbling to find the other sleeve behind his back.
"Did you think you could just up and leave like that?" Blaine grins, and jogs across their living room towards Kurt.
"Yes," Kurt deadpans. "I was trying to sneak out right in front of you." He can't not smile, though, when Blaine without thinking helps him with his coat.
"I'm sorry I can't go with you to the theatre," Blaine says sweetly, and the regret in his eyes is clear.
"Blaine Devon Anderson-Hummel," Kurt drawls, and lets Blaine tug him closer with his scarf.
"Ooh, all four names, you must be serious," Blaine murmurs.
"Three names; hyphenation," Kurt corrects him, before he kisses his silly man. "Anyway, I'm a big boy and can go to my auditions on my own."
"Oh, I know you're a big boy," Blaine grins cheekily, his lips curving against Kurt's. Kurt can't see him, but he's pretty sure his husband is wiggling his eyebrows like he tends to do when he's joking far from G-ratedly. "But it would have been nice to ride the subway together, at least. You're going to nail this audition, swoon them with your talent, and be very busy with rehearsals very soon, and I'd like to see as much of you as possible while I still can."
"Oh, you just saw plenty of me," Kurt snorts, and Blaine laughs out loud.
"Well, even if I have to admit to having had a very satisfying morning, I'd still like to kiss you good luck before you leave," he grins cheekily, and tucks the ends of the scarf safely inside Kurt's coat. "You've got your thermos and lip balm?" he checks, and pulls out a pair of soft leather gloves from the vintage wood chest Kurt bought on Craigslist for less than a grand nonfat mocha. A real scoop, and it fits perfectly in their hall to store hats, scarfs, gloves and mittens. It's still a chaotic mess, but at least it is out of sight. Kurt is still trying to figure out how he can regain some order and at least keep the gloves paired up.
"I've got everything," he confirms, and pats his satchel, "including an extra set of the sheet music." It still gets to him, how heartwarming it is that Blaine knows his little quirks and routines before an audition, including his fear of running out of lip balm and hot lemon water.
"Are you ready to be kissed?"
Kurt inhales deeply, because even after almost three years of being married, a kiss from Blaine is never just a kiss.
"Always," Kurt replies, because there is never any other options.
Blaine smiles sweetly at him, before he erases the miniscule distance between them, and brushes his lips in a whisper against Kurt's. Kurt feels like a teenager for how he gasps at the tenderness. Blaine takes advantage of Kurt's distraction to deepen the kiss, cupping his face with both hands, and leans in until Kurt is backed up wonderfully against the door. Kurt flails for a moment, the "too much but never enough" of being kissed by Blaine catching him unguarded time after time. But then his arms settles comfortably in Blaine's back pockets, and he lets himself fully enjoy the closeness for a few more moments, until he has to run to the subway and the most important audition he's had so far in his life.
"Break a leg," Blaine murmurs against his lips a little breathlessly. "Remember I'll always be with you here," he says and rests a hand over Kurt's heart.
"You're a dork," Kurt tries to snort, but he honestly loves this side of Blaine. "Thank you, though. Ever since that staircase at Dalton, I'm convinced you are my own personal good luck charm."
Blaine beams, and presses his lips against Kurt's with a loud muah. "Go get 'em, Tiger."
Two weeks later, Kurt receives a phone call that alters his schedule for the next seven months completely. Blaine and he celebrate his new part with a public dinner and a very private dessert, after Blaine whispers hotly how Kurt should rub his good luck charm and see what happens.