So last week I was in such a rush that I forgot to wish everyone a happy Passover/Easter! Well, better late than never, right? Happy belated Easter and Passover, lovelies. Or, happy almost-spring to those who celebrate neither!
I hope you're all having a great weekend, and I hope you enjoy today's drabble.
See you next week!
Smoothies
The blender is making noise.
Why is the blender making noise?
Kurt cracks his eyelids open- he can practically hear them moving, like a rusty machine- and glances at the clock on his bedside table.
Why is the blender making noise at six AM?
He closes his eyes. He can feel the bed is empty; he knows Blaine's the one making noise with the damned blender at six in the morning.
So he waits for the blender to stop. When it finally does, and the apartment is blissfully quiet again, he lets sleep take over him again.
The blender goes off again five minutes later, making Kurt startle awake.
He groans, and doesn't bother opening his eyes before rolling out of bed and walking to the kitchen. He leans on the wall, rubs his eyes, and asks, "Blaine Devon Anderson, why the hell are you in the kitchen at six-"
His mouth is left hanging open in the middle of the sentence when he finally opens his eyes.
The kitchen, first of all, is a mess. There's banana peels and apple cores and bits of fruit all over the place, including on the floor.
Second of all, the counter is covered in tall glasses full of liquids in different colors. There's at least ten of them.
Blaine is standing by the blender, which is filled with green leaves of some sort and berries of several kinds.
"Blaine."
Blaine bows his head. "I made smoothies."
"I can see that," Kurt says. "But why did you make enough to suffice an army of suburban yoga instructors?"
"I wanted to find a smoothie I can make for Rachel-"
"A smoothie?"
"-something that'll be good for her and for Baby and I found all those recipes online. I guess I got a little carried away," he sighs.
Kurt reaches toward Blaine, and Blaine drifts into his arms. "I know you're really nervous, honey bee. And I promise you we'll find the best smoothie to settle Rachel's hormones and make Baby's teeth healthy and whatever else you want. But not at six in the morning," Kurt says drowsily.
"Okay. You'll help me later?" Blaine asks.
"Of course, honey bee. Just get those smoothies you made in the fridge, for now, so they don't get spoiled. And then come back to bed, mm?"
"Yeah," he says. "Thank you for not being mad at me."
Kurt strokes his cheek gently, says, "you're just trying to be the best father you can be. And you want to take care of your friend. Neither of those are a crime."
"Love you," he says and rests his head on Kurt's shoulder. "Also, we ran out of almond milk."
"Oh my god, Blaine, we had two cartons."