For Klaine Hiatus Madness week- day two, 'Those Who Know Best'.
Link: drblaine*tumblr*com/post/53261995281/klaine-hiatus -madness-week-june-24th-to-june
Although I don't have an actual day job yet, as I'm still in high school, I'm well on the track of becoming an author. Therefore, Blaine as an author! I always thought it suits him well, doesn't it?
Title from the poem of the same name- you can google it and find it easily. (And you should- it's lovely.)
I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought
"Hey honey," called Kurt when he walked in the door. "I'm home!"
Nothing. Silence.
Kurt walked into the living room to find Blaine on the couch, lounging on it so his head was laid on one armrest, his legs on the other, and his laptop on his chest as he typed frantically. He learnt long ago not to bother Blaine when he's in his writing mode, and instead went to the kitchen, grabbing some cold takeout leftovers for himself and making Blaine the coffee he'll need soon enough.
The noise of typing was fascinating to Kurt- sometimes it stopped for a few seconds, and he heard a frustrated groan. Then several, too-powerful hits landing on what probably was the backspace, and the typing resumed.
When the steaming cup of coffee was resting on the counter and what was left of Kurt's Chinese takeout were only the veggies he didn't like, a loud snap of Blaine shutting his laptop triumphantly echoed through the apartment. The muffled sound of Blaine's feet hitting the wooden floor followed. He trotted to the kitchen, greeting Kurt with a kiss.
Kurt smiled at him. "Going well?"
Blaine nodded, beaming. "Yeah. Very. I wrote five thousand words this afternoon." He eyed the red mug, the one he got at Christmas, which was filled with deliciously smelling liquid. The mug was, no doubt, the best gift he got that year. With the amounts of coffee he consumed, he most definitely used that gift the most. "Is that for me?"
"Yup. Thought you might need it."
Blaine sipped it quickly, burning his tongue a little. Then he flashed a smile at Kurt. "God, I love you. Best husband ever."
"That's me," smiled Kurt, leaning against the counter. "Love you, too." He kissed Blaine's forehead lightly. "Wake me up when you finally come to bed, okay?"
Blaine swallowed another huge mouthful of coffee, nodding. He stood on his fingertips to kiss Kurt, who rubbed his bicep, soothing sore muscles.
"Goodnight," he whispered softly into Blaine's chapped lips (They always got chapped after a long day of writing, Kurt had no idea why) and with one last squeeze on his arm, he turned and walked to their bedroom to start getting ready for bed.
"Goodnight," Blaine called after him, grinning, his heart whole.
Wrote this after publishing yesterday's drabble- you know if it's written late at night on a whim, it's perfectly authentic. I'm actually way happier with this than yesterday's one, and it took me much less time to write.
Okay, sorry for the over-babbling, I just had to remind you all how much I love you. You guys are the best. Thank you so much, my lovelies.