Blaine sat in the kitchen after Kurt and Olivia left, finishing his sandwich. He had a gig later at a company Christmas party, but he didn't really feel like thinking about set lists or cheerful holiday music. He and his band had been working together a long time – they could easily wing it tonight. Plus, he had heard there was an open bar, which meant it was unlikely anyone in the crowd would even notice if the music was a little off.
Blaine shuffled back into the living room and looked around their empty apartment. Here it was, two weeks to Christmas, and he and Kurt hadn't put up any decorations yet. They always used to hang them Thanksgiving weekend, but this year, after they had returned from Ohio, Olivia had come down with a cold, and they had been far too distracted and tired to think about hanging lights or setting up the tree.
Blaine thought back to the previous weekend, when he had woken late on Saturday to find Kurt sitting in the living room, with Olivia nearby in her little baby swing, rocking gently back and forth. Kurt was singing along quietly to the Christmas music in the background. All around him were scattered magazine photos from home decorating magazines, and he had his laptop perched on his crossed legs, typing furiously. "Blaine!" he had said excitedly, his eyes lighting up. "I think I found us the perfect color scheme for our Christmas décor this year! I was flipping through the channels, and I found this episode about extreme Christmas decorations, and obviously they were all ridiculous, but there was this one house where they had these teal and fuchsia ornaments instead of red and green, and I mean, it makes sense – red and green are so overdone, and…"
Kurt had stopped when Blaine started laughing. "What?" he had asked.
"Nothing," Blaine said, fighting to keep the laughter inside. "Did you breathe at all during that speech?"
Kurt had bitten his lower lip and shrugged, and Blaine had flashed back to the teenage boy who had sat on his bed 14 years ago and worried that he wasn't sexually exciting enough for Blaine. "Sorry, I get carried away," Kurt had replied simply.
"You're adorable," Blaine had responded, sitting on the floor across from him and giving him a quick kiss.
Kurt had just smiled, then said, "So, I found these great teal and fuschia ornaments on the Target website, so I thought we could go on a little outing, get the ornaments and maybe some other stuff, and then maybe grab lunch somewhere fun?"
"Oh, Kurt, that sounds so fantastic, but we've got an early afternoon gig, so the guys and I are meeting up in like an hour to rehearse. Maybe tomorrow?" Blaine had said, wishing he didn't have to turn him down. He hadn't seen Kurt this excited in a long time, and he hated disappointing him.
Kurt's enthusiasm had died as if someone had let all the air out of a balloon. "Never mind," he said. "I already promised Rachel we could go Christmas shopping tomorrow. Well, that I would accompany her while she goes Christmas shopping," he clarified, since he had already dragged Blaine out at the beginning of November to get all their shopping done, with only a few "last-minute" purchases on Black Friday weekend.
Since then, neither of them had mentioned the decorations again, but Blaine knew how much Kurt loved Christmas decorations. Making a quick decision, he grabbed his keys and threw on a jacket. It was time this feud ended. Blaine was going to go to Target and buy those ornaments, and then tonight, when he got home from his gig, which shouldn't be too late, he was going to use them as a peace offering. Kurt obviously owed him a huge apology, but Blaine knew how stubborn and proud his husband was sometimes. However, if Blaine made a move to break the tension, Kurt would immediately become insanely apologetic. Or at least Blaine hoped…