Moving out of their New York apartment and buying a house in the suburbs was more of a process than Blaine could have ever dreamed. First there was finding the right neighborhood, then narrowing their choices to homes Kurt would even consider stepping foot into, deciding which houses had the amount of space Blaine wanted their future children to play in, determining their budget…
There had been some petty squabbling and several evenings of pure stress over how huge this decision was, but more often than not those nights ended with holding each other close under the blankets, trading choked up whispers of how this was a new step in their life together and how much they were looking forward to raising a family.
Despite it all, they’d finally done it. The loans had been determined, insurance taken care of, papers signed, furniture moved – the house was theirs.
After their version of a housewarming celebration (which involved Kurt bending Blaine over 2 counters and Blaine blowing him on the couch), they began the tedious job of unpacking.
Blaine hummed to himself while stacking their china in the kitchen cabinets, listening to the methodical pacing of Kurt upstairs as he re-orientated his closet in their new home and waiting for the occasional commentary shouted his way.
“I told you this color wasn’t the best for this lighting Blaine! That will have to go.”
“Blaine your bowtie drawer fits perfectly here and so does my scarf organizer.”
“Blaine this shower is PERFECT! It’s huge…god I can’t wait to fuck you in here.” (okay that one almost caused him to upset their entire dvd shelf he’d been organizing by genre)
Several hours and a pizza later, Kurt and Blaine were lying on their couch from their apartment, happily examining their new work-in-progress home coming to life around them. Blaine stroked Kurt’s ring quietly, overwhelmed with the emotions and significance surrounding what they had done.
“It’s just surreal…you know?” Blaine murmured in Kurt’s ear. “All I ever wanted as a teenager was to fall in love with a boy and make a life together. And this? Here? With you?” Blaine’s voice broke slightly. “It’s perfect. More than I ever could have imagined.”
Kurt lifted up his head to kiss the single tear that had escaped from his watery eyes. “It is. And it’s ours.” We’re going to make this a true home together, and next year Rachel said she’ll be ready…” He laughed through his own watery eyes as Blaine hugged him from the side, pillowing his head on his chest. “Then we’ll have something else that’s ours.”
They sat in silence for a while, sharing the occasional kiss as the sun cast an orange light through the main living room window.
The change in tone made Blaine prop his chin up to look at his husband.
“I want a garden.”
It’s 11:59 PM EST tomorrow. We’ve still got a little under 24 hours. o/
omg I totally thought it was tonight!! Phew, great news :D
((but everyone should still keep voting all the time please and thank))
I’m so confused it’s past midnight here but voting is still working? what time zone do they close at?
to someone you love
There’s something soothing about the faint clickclickclickclick of the paint roller rotating and leaving its smooth, colorful mark up the wall. Kurt could listen to it all day, even if that meant putting up with the paint smell.
"Kurt! Kurt, look."
Of course, he’d just as happily listen to his husband’s voice. He turns and looks to the wall Blaine is painting, fully expecting pretty much exactly what Blaine shows him.
A gigantic heart painted on the wall. With “Kurt + Blaine FOREVER” inside it. He even spelled out forever, no 4EVA for Kurt and Blaine Anderson-Hummel.
Kurt sets his roller in the paint pan and walks over, crossing his arms and putting on the air of a critic, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes.
"Hmmm," he says, glancing at Blaine playfully. "It has a certain…je ne sais qoui. I think you might’ve missed your true calling.”
Blaine reaches behind him, smears the paint on the edge of the heart, and then reaches up and wipes it on Kurt’s nose. Kurt remains perfectly still, but the moment Blaine pulls back, he pushes Blaine right into the wall and kisses him hard, likely smearing his nose-paint all over his cheek in the process. Good.
It’s only when they’re picking their clothes up off the ground afterword that they realize that Blaine’s shirt has a backwards Kurt across the back of the shoulders. Blaine writes off the shirt for further wear, but he keeps it neatly folded in the chest at the back of the closet. For memories.