Another Tuesday, another update. Aren't you lucky ;)

I am very proud of my 2013 drabble yesterday (Caravan by Passenger; drabble 177). I'd love for you to check it out, even if you're not big into song drabbles. I've never been more proud of something I've written...

Also, the last chapter is still nameless; I'd be so grateful if you gave me some ideas?

Story so far...

After Blaine returns, he goes to Dalton and apologises to his Warblers for his absence. Meanwhile, Kurt is pestered for information by Gina, and is then interrupted by Janet, eager to see some of his work for them to incorporate into the winter catalogue.

-*T&C*-

When Kurt had gotten home, the first thing he'd done was take off his shoes. The next thing was to remove his jacket. Both of these he put in their appropriate places. Next, he had danced into the lounge, giggling and laughing. Bocelli had woken up and started twittering excitedly, wondering what the fuss was about. Kurt had just laughed again, finding a carrot for his bird and cutting it into small chunks, adding it to his cage.

He managed to calm down for long enough to loosen his tie and undo his top button (a habit he'd picked up from Blaine) and cleaned the kitchen worktops. For some reason, when he was happy or excited he was always in the mood for cleaning.

When they were sparkling, he made his way back into the lounge and turned the television on. He flopped on the sofa, preparing to spend a couple of hours watching mindless rubbish before Blaine returned home and he could tell him about his day and inform him of his news. It wasn't long before whatever channel he'd picked had him completely hooked. "How can she think that looks good?" he scoffed at the screen, not caring that he was alone and thus nobody could hear him.

By the time the next commercial break rolled around, his excitement and previous energy was beginning to take a toll on him. He closed his eyes to remember the excited glint in Janet's eye when she'd been describing the process from paper to rail. He relived each moment of his informal interview. He smiled as if it was still happening.

By the time the programme returned from the advert break, he'd drifted off to sleep.

Blaine was happy.

After a rough few days of not knowing if he had a boyfriend when he returned home, and convincing himself that it'd be less painful if he returned with the sole purpose of leaving completely, he was now so completely relaxed. It was as if the massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders, like the ring in his pocket, which now sat in his bedside table, was weightless. His heart could be put into a balloon and it'd still float, carefree, above his head, like a shining beacon of his love for his boyfriend.

This balloon only grew higher still when he returned home, hearing voices after he opened the door. He toed his shoes off, knowing how much Kurt hated him to leave them on, and went to investigate. There, on the sofa in front of the television, was a passed out Kurt, his hair falling deliciously from its style onto his forehead. Blaine's heart soared. He really loved this boy; this man.

Quietly, he padded further into the room and picked up the remote from the coffee table. He had a better view of Kurt. Whilst he looked tired, Blaine thought he looked more happy than anything. He wondered what he had fallen asleep thinking about, but didn't leave his brain much time for questioning as he lowered himself onto the sofa beside Kurt, looking up as Bocelli called, once, loudly.

He smiled and brought a finger to his lips. The bird hopped about a bit, but then seemed to get the message. He hopped down to the floor of his cage and ate a bit of the carrot Kurt had cut for him.

Blaine returned his eyes back to the beauty who lay behind him. In the silent room, his other senses were utilised more. His eyesight suddenly seemed clearer, and Kurt almost shone in the still bright sunlight from the hot day. Knowing he couldn't resist any longer, he licked his lips and lowered them to Kurt's cheek, kissing him there softly. The man started to stir after he felt his other cheek being kissed gently.

"Hi," he whispered, glasz eyes blinking open.

"Hi," Blaine spoke back. "Nice sleep?"

"The best," Kurt smiled. "How was Dalton?"

Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips before answering. "Great. Now that Nationals is over, I'm trying to arrange a couple of gigs. Mostly though we're just messing about and having fun."

Kurt, now more awake, wriggled to sit upright. He reached out a hand to cup Blaine's cheek. "That's great, darling."

Blaine caught Kurt's hand and held it in place. "And I've set the wheels for next week, when we have the last session with this set of boys. Before we lose Jack, Chris and Paul, and maybe gain a few more."

Kurt smiled again, and now it was his turn to kiss Blaine on his lips. "So like what I did when I graduated?"

"Exactly like that."

Kurt closed his eyes, letting the carefreeness of their conversation wash over him, also recalling his last glee rehearsal, serenading everyone. It hadn't been as hard for him as it had been for some of them; he knew he was going to be only just up the road. Others went as far away as Florida or California, but he was staying right there in Ohio. At first, he had felt a little disappointed. Now that he had lived in the state, away from the homophobic jocks of high school, he was beginning to fall in love with the place.

"You hungry?" Blaine asked, drawing Kurt from his reverie.

"Sort of. Can we order pizza in?"

Blaine seemed amused. "Pizza?"

Kurt nodded. "I'm feeling lazy." His eyes widened then. "Plus," he mentioned, "I have something to tell you."

"Kurt, that's fantastic!"

Kurt put his hands over his ears exaggeratedly. "Excited, much, Blaine?" he teased. Blaine just nodded quickly, very much resembling a puppy, and Kurt had to laugh. He dropped his hands. "Well, I guess I'm a little excited too. I mean, I've made you things before; bowties and the cufflinks and even those socks, but to make things for everyone? I mean, I know it isn't me specifically who is going to be making everything, it'll only be my design. But still, that is awesome, yeah?"

Kurt looked so excited and adorable that Blaine couldn't help himself leaning in to capture his boyfriend's lips with his. He tasted of Kurt, and cheese and tomato. It made Blaine smile, and he felt Kurt's lips curling similarly. He pulled away and looked directly into the eyes he loved so much.

"How about we put on Project Runway and snuggle together on the sofa?"

Kurt's cheeks flushed as he nodded, more than happy with the suggestion. He shuffled on the sofa while Blaine leant forwards to pick up the television remote, turning the box on and changing it to the correct channel.

They sat together, Kurt with his arms around Blaine's waist and head on his chest and Blaine with his arms surrounding Kurt's shoulders. Kurt nuzzled his head closer to his boyfriend and Blaine wrapped Kurt even more in his arms. Their legs began to knot beneath them, and slowly two pairs of eyelids began to droop as their attached bodies grew as close to each other as they could be without being one...

There hasn't been any smut in a good few chapters... Hmm, how to remedy that...?

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Soaring squirrels. And an interesting note: Lu calls squirrels 'squiggles'. Now you know.