"Why are we back here?" Kurt asked. His fingers were laced with Blaine's and they were wandering through the local Wal-Mart, running a few errands. They had found themselves in the housewear section.
"My mom said to pick up lightbulbs while we were out," Blaine said. He laughed to himself, as Kurt had asked about four times already while they were walking to the back of the store.
They walked past the paint section, catching Kurt's eye. "You go find lightbulbs. I'm going to play interior designer for a second," Kurt said.
Blaine laughed. "Alright…" He walked away in search of light bulbs.
Kurt explored the paint samples for a few minutes. He lost interest very quickly and wandered into a nearby aisle. There was a big sign saying "SALE" over a display of bathroom scales. One of them was sitting on the ground and said "Try Me" on it. Kurt shrugged and stepped on the scale. He felt a pit in his stomach as he read the number, as it was higher than he would have liked.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked from behind him.
Kurt jumped and hopped off the scale. "Nothing," he said innocently. Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"Alright…let's get the stuff we need to make that cake," he said.
"Um, I don't really want to bake today," Kurt said. He felt his cheeks flushing and he looked at the ground.
Blaine forced Kurt to catch his eyes. "Stop that. Right now. You're beautiful. You're perfect." He took Kurt by the shoulders and pushed the scale under the shelf with his foot.
Kurt smiled.
Blaine pecked his fiancée on the lips. "Now, you and I are going to make the best cake that has ever existed."
Kurt smiled and laced his fingers with Blaine's once again. "You always know how to make me feel better," Kurt said. They walked off to the baking section, where they gathered the ingredients for what was, in their opinion, really the best cake that ever existed.