Kurt stirred his famous chicken soup on the stove, waiting impatiently for Blaine. He was only running a few minutes late, but Blaine was very prompt, so naturally, Kurt worried. Finally, there was a familiar jingle of keys unlocking the lock and the door slid open. "Hey! I hope you're hungry!" Kurt said. He went to get two bowls out of the cupboard.
"Um, I'm actually going to pass on dinner tonight. I have a lot of stuff to do," Blaine said. He hurried back to his and Kurt's room without even stopping to kiss his fiancée.
Kurt followed him and found him already at the desk, taking out his computer, and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "Stop, sit," Kurt ordered. He pulled Blaine to sit next to him on the bed. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"I just have a lot on my mind. I have a paper due in a few days, and a group project that I'm basically doing myself, and I just picked up more hours at the restaurant I'm working at," he said. He wiped his eyes again.
Kurt rubbed his back. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. We're going to eat dinner in here while you work on that paper, but there's nothing I can do about the extra hours. And that group project, run to your professor tomorrow and tell him you're doing all the work. Drop that group like its hot!" Kurt said.
Blaine laughed.
"I love to hear you laugh," Kurt said.
Blaine smiled. "Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome. Get started on your paper. I'll bring you dinner. Kurt brought Blaine his soup, along with some toasted bread and a mug of tea, and then sat and supported him while he worked on the paper.