This is just a stop on the way to where we're going.
"I used to think the loft was a stink hole!" Kurt complained. He looked at their new home for a week – a small apartment a few buildings down from theirs. The paint on the walls was peeling, the windows were dingy, the floors needed to be swept, and it was about half the size of the loft. "Why did our loft have to flood?" Kurt asked.
Blaine dropped his meager few belongings (the soaked ones were left at the loft) and walked over to hug Kurt. "There's nothing we could have done about a few rusty pipes. They just gave way. And it's only for a week," Blaine said.
Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder for a few minutes.
"Listen, I'm going to start unpacking. We might as well get comfortable and make the best of this," Blaine said.
Kurt nodded and went to do the same.
Blaine had salvaged a few of Kurt's favorite things from the loft in their mad rush to get out before the cleanup crew arrived. While Kurt was putting bedding on the bed in the master bedroom, Blaine tossed Kurt's favorite blanket over the holes in the couch, and put a few of Kurt's favorite pictures of them on the wobbly coffee table. The television, although outdated, still worked, so Blaine flipped to a fashion show.
When Kurt emerged from the bedroom, he smiled. "This could be okay, I guess. The bedroom and the living room look nice," Kurt said.
They both sat down on the couch. "They do," Blaine agreed. "How about we get a pizza? My treat."
"Sounds amazing," Kurt said. Although it wasn't their home, they were able to make the best of it, together.