Hi everyone! It would be AWESOME if you checked out my new short story series called "The Music of Klaine!" I'm having so much fun writing it!
Kurt groaned and searched his pockets for his key to the loft. With the kind of luck he was having that day, it was possible that they were still on his desk at the Vogue office or on the subway or something. He finally came across them in the depths of his saddle bag and unlocked the door and stepped inside.
He was met by Blaine, who was standing proudly in front of a set table, with two boxes of pizza in the middle. Blaine studied him. "Rough day?" Blaine asked.
Kurt's pants were covered in mud, there was a small hole in his coat, and his hair was sticking up on top. "You don't want to know," Kurt replied. He plopped down at the table and dove at the pepperoni pizza.
"On the contrary, I really do," Blaine said. He sat down in another chair and grabbed a slice of pizza.
Kurt sighed. "Well, on my way in to work this morning, my coat got stuck in the door and ripped. Then, as I was walking to the subway station afterwards, a taxi drove by and splashed mud all over me. And to top everything off, there was some sort of small child on the subway in the seat behind me and he decided to try and play hide and seek in my hair. And you know what? His mom didn't try to stop him! She just laughed!" Kurt was flushed pink and out of breath.
Blaine stood up and went behind Kurt to fix his hair. Just Blaine's touch helped Kurt relax a little. "Tomorrow will be better," Blaine said gently. "Well, I recommend you pre-treat your pants or else that mud stain won't come out," Blaine said, smiling.
Kurt was right behind him, and, luckily, the washing machine was right near the bedroom.