Blaine unlocked the front door to his house and stepped inside. It was Friday afternoon and his parents were away for the weekend already, so he unfortunately had to get used to the spacious, lonely house. He went to go throw his book bag on the piano bench, but something sitting on it caught his eye. It was a note, typed in curly font from a computer. Go to the room where you go to get clean that is above your head. Sometimes if Cooper had stopped by, he would leave Blaine treasure hunts like he used to when they were younger. Blaine didn't question it and skipped enthusiastically to the upstairs bathroom. He found another note taped to the shower curtain. Go to the room where you go to eat cupcakes. It was so much like Cooper to talk about cupcakes. He rolled his eyes and went back down the stairs to the kitchen. There, he found another note inside the microwave. Go to the room where your father's car is (but not right now because he is in Canada or something). Blaine went to the garage. There was another note taped to a grease spot on the cement floor. Your final destination is the room where you and Kurt have the most…fun. Blaine again rolled his eyes and went up to his bedroom. The door was shut, just like he'd left it when he left for school this morning. He opened the door, stepped inside, and found his room completely unchanged. He was suddenly forced to the ground by a heavy, warm object. He let out a startled yell, but it soon transitioned to a happy cry, as Kurt was now sitting on top of him! "What are you doing here?" Blaine asked, pulling himself up and flinging his arms around Kurt.
"It's some sort of holiday in New York so we got the day off and I decided to come home for the weekend!" Kurt yelled. They both pulled themselves to their feet.
"What was with the treasure hunt?" Blaine asked.
"I wanted to be clever!" Kurt said, clearly very proud of himself.
"Well your riddles were a bit lacking," Blaine teased. Kurt shoved him in the arm.
"I only had an hour! It took me forever to find the spare key to get into your house!" Kurt replied.
"I missed you so much," Blaine said, snuggling into Kurt's chest.
"I missed you too. So tonight, we could either be romantic and cook together or snuggle on the couch and order Chinese food." Clearly Kurt's stomach was speaking for him.
"Let's go find the menus," Blaine said, pulling Kurt along with him. A few hours later, the DVD menu for Shrek was playing repetitively, the smell of fried dumplings filled the air, and nothing was heard over the music except the soft snores of both content boys.