HELLO FOLKS! So who already watched Glee? Who absolutely loved it like I did? Who cried their eyes out? Who's not ready for the final season oh my god?

Cleaning Day

The house is shaking with the loud music blaring from the speaker attached to Kurt's phone, sitting on the squeaky-clean counter in the kitchen. The playlist has been playing for the better part of an hour and it's full of both angry, angst filled rock songs and terribly peppy pop ones; everyone down the street can probably recognize that as Kurt's "anxious cleaning" playlist.

The floor is still drying, and Kurt's standing on a chair to reach the top of the cupboard that he's dusting. His clothes- Hummel Lube & Tires t-shirt and boxers- are damp in certain odd spots, and dust-stained in others. His hair is ruffled, and there's a bandana on his mouth and nose to shield them from chemicals and dust.

Kurt reaches out and stands up on the tips of his toes to get to the last strip of dust at the back, and when he succeeds he lets out a breath of victory and leans back down onto his heels.

"You've got quite the housewife look."

Kurt yelps and nearly falls from the chair altogether. He glares at Blaine as he steadies himself.

Blaine reaches out to help him down with an apologizing look. "Have you been at it all day?"

Kurt sighs. "Yeah. He's still in surgery; Carol said she'd call as soon as she's told anything." He throws the dirty mop into the sink and his shoulders slump.

"Come here," says Blaine and pulls him into a tight hug that smells of the city and Blaine's aftershave. "I'm sorry you're going through this."

"It really sucks."

The music dies suddenly and Kurt's phone rings loudly. He runs for it and puts it to his ear.

"Carol?"

Blaine looks at him, eyes wide, drinking all the information he can receive from reading Kurt's face.

"Okay. Did they-" he listens for a second and takes a shuddery breath. "And is he-" Kurt takes another shuddering breath, and nods, forgetting Carol can't see him. "Thank you, Carol. Call me when he wakes up? Alright. Bye for now."

He hangs up and looks at Blaine. "He's out, not awake yet. No complications during the surgery."

Blaine smiles at him. "He's going to be okay, Kurt."

Kurt nods and tears well up in his eyes, his lips pursing into a pout. He throws himself into Blaine's arms and hides his face in his neck. "Yeah. He's going to be okay."