“What is it, Blaine?”

“Just… brace yourself, okay?” Blaine turned back to his door and shoved the key into the lock. It was sticky, as always, and he had to fight with it a bit. When he heard the familiar click of the door unlocking, Blaine pushed the door open wide, closing his eyes and waiting for Kurt’s horrified gasp. When he heard none, Blaine opened one eye. Kurt had walked past him and into the small space of his apartment living room/kitchen.

“Well it’s… cozy.” He said simply before walking to Blaine’s fridge and opening it to find it, as expected, empty. “Wow, okay. You weren’t kidding about the take-out and luke-warm beer, were you?”

Kurt looked back at Blaine, who was still standing in the open doorway. He walked over and gently touched Blaine’s cheek. “Blaine?”

“…You didn’t run screaming.” He whispered.

“Oh, c’mon!” Kurt exclaimed, taking a step back and placing a hand on his hip, “I know I’m a bit… high maintenance, but… seriously!”

When Blaine let out a chuckle, Kurt’s shoulder’s relaxed a bit, though he still held his stance as he pouted at Blaine.

“I’m sorry, I just… I thought you’d hate me because… Well, let’s be honest. My apartment looks like shit.” Blaine sighed as he ran a hand nervously through his dark curls, which were all over the place from the flight. When he felt a hand on his cheek, Blaine looked up, his eyes meeting Kurt’s.

“I would never hate you, Blaine. Especially not because of the state of your apartment! Give me some credit here,” Kurt said with a soft laugh, “though we will have to make a few minor adjustments.”

“Minor?” Blaine asked disbelievingly as he raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, not so minor.” Kurt admitted as he looked around again. “Jesus, Blaine, how do you see in here?”

Blaine’s eyes widened in shock as he watched Kurt’s receding back, which was heading straight for the curtains, “Wait Kurt, don’t!” He exclaimed a moment too late, sunlight flooding into the space and illuminating all the dirty laundry, take out boxes, half-empty beer bottles and art supplies strewn around his apartment that were now visible.

“Okay… wow. We have a lot of cleaning to do,” Kurt muttered, picking up a pair of Blaine’s, please god let them be clean, boxers and wrinkling his nose.

Blaine brought his hands to his face, trying to hide. His apartment as a whole obviously wasn’t too bad, and he was positive that it’d be perfectly cozy for him and Kurt if it was even slightly clean.

“Okay, let’s go!” Kurt exclaimed out of nowhere.

“What—let’s go-“ Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand, dragging him towards the door, “Kurt, where are you taking me?”

“You’re taking me to the Pikes Public Market. I have an idea,” They paused momentarily at the door so Blaine could lock it. He was obviously still a bit confused, so Kurt placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before making eye contact, “You trust me, right?”

“With my life,” Blaine said quickly, without a second thought.

*~*~*~*~*

The trip to Pikes Public Market proved to be… eventful, if Blaine had to put a word to it. Kurt had stocked up on organic cleaning supplies, obviously, but had also gotten paint and a rug and other objects that lead Blaine to believe Kurt was going to redecorate his apartment. Which was kind of a frightening thought.

When they got to the till and Blaine pulled out his credit card, Kurt tsked him. “Blaine, I can manage,” When he opened his mouth to argue, Kurt pressed a finger to his lips, “Don’t you dare try and argue with me Blaine Anderson.”

Blaine raised his hands in defeat, though he couldn’t hold back the smile that danced on his lips. Kurt looked positively adorable with his hair still dishevelled from their flight and his cheeks tinted red from the running around they’d been doing.

After Kurt had paid, they walked out onto the streets of Seattle. Blaine was suddenly very thankful that his apartment was so close to Pikes, because even just walking a block with all the bags was going to be troublesome.

“Wow, it’s really beautiful here at night,” Kurt whispered, “and it’s not as busy as New York.”

“Yeah, I love it here. It’s quiet when you need it to be, but it’s got a night life too.” They walked in silence for a few blocks, just enjoying the view and enjoying each other’s presence.

“So do you have school tomorrow?”

“Sadly yes, but I’m thinking of just skipping.”

“Blaine, no,” Kurt said, giving him a firm look, “you’re not missing school because of me.”

“Kurt, it’s no big deal. I’ll just go get this week’s project and work on it at home.”

“No, no way. I will be working on, er, ‘fixing’ your apartment tomorrow. You’re not going to be getting in the way.”

“Kurt—”

“Blaine, you are going to school.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

The next morning Blaine was woken up, bright and early, by Kurt. He was reminded once again that yes, he had to go to school and yes, he had to attend all of his classes that day. So Blaine dragged himself out of bed, threw on a pair of very worn black jeans and a v-neck. Grabbing his sketchbook and his supplies, Blaine threw them in his Chinese Fireball bag he got from the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

As he was about to walk out the door, Blaine saw Kurt leaning against his kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in his hands as he read the paper. His hair was still a bit messy, and he was still in a pair of Blaine’s old pyjamas. Blaine couldn’t resist going over and pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving.

As he made his way to school, the day just felt generally brighter despite the rain and the fact that he didn’t actually own an umbrella, so by the time he got to class his white shirt would be soaked through. The people he walked by gave him strange looks as they clutched their umbrellas. Everyone around him was walking swiftly, trying to hurry from one place to another. No one bothered to stop and look around, stop to take in the beautiful city around them.

Jesus, what on earth was Kurt doing to his brain, Blaine had to wonder. He was not usually this cheesy.

When Blaine finally arrived to class, everyone was talking loudly and Mr. Frantica was no where to be found. Blaine tried to sneak his way into class, moving to the back corner of the room and placing his bag down as quietly as possible. Sadly, he was unsuccessful and he heard a whistle from the group at the front of the room.

“Wow, someone looks foxy,” Blaine had yet to turn around, but he knew Amanda well enough to know that she raised an eyebrow.

“Hello, Amanda.” Blaine sighed, turning to face the group. Some of the girls’ eyes widened as they stared at his torso. Oh, right. Wet white t-shirt. See-through.

“Looks like you do have something going on under there,” She commented as she raised an eyebrow again.

“Uh…”
“So where did you run off to, Blaine?”

“What?” Blaine asked, receiving a blank stare from the blonde girl, “Oh… Uh, I had to go fix some things.”

“Did any of those things have to do with a Mr. Kurt Hummel?” Blaine couldn’t keep the smile hidden, and Amber definitely noticed. She let out an excited squeak before running over to him, sitting gracefully down on one of the stools and resting her head on her hands, the multiple orange bracelets clinking as they fell down her arms. She stared up at him expectantly.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Well, we want all the details, don’t we girls?” She looked over her shoulder at the remaining girls behind her and, as if on queue, they all ran forward. “Alright, lets hear it Blaine.”

After a good hour, interrupted by the late entrance of Mr. Frantica, Blaine had finally told them his story, getting all sorts of ‘Oo’s’ and ‘Aah’s’. Everyone seemed to find his little trip adorable, and many of the girls asked him if he could go and talk to their boyfriends about treating them right. All the girls, and even a few of the guys, insisted that Blaine hold a welcoming party for Kurt. Once he promised to talk to Kurt about it, they finally let Blaine leave.

It was just past one when he arrived back at his building, and he hoped that Kurt was okay. And home. Blaine really hoped that he would be home. He made his way up the stairs, a jump in his step. The lock still stuck as he attempted to unlock his front door, but it annoyed him a lot less than it usually did. Once it unlocked, Blaine through the door open.
“Honey, I’m home!” He yelled, laughing as he said it. Looking around, Blaine began to worry at the cleanliness of the apartment in front of him, and if it weren’t for Kurt entering his view, Blaine would’ve thought he went to the wrong door.

“Kurt… Wow,” was all Blaine could manage as he tried to take in his now clean apartment. Gone were the piles of both clean and dirty clothes, the half-empty beer bottles and take-out containers and wow, okay it’s actually not that tiny.

“Welcome home,” Kurt walked over to Blaine, placing a kiss on his cheek, “What do you think?”

“Kurt this is… Jesus, how did you clean it all? And in four hours?”

“Well, I want to make some… improvements, and that can’t happen until it’s clean.” Kurt looked around at his hard work, smiling contently at how close he was to being finished. And now that Blaine was here, Kurt could convince him to help out a bit.

“Well it’s cleaner then it’s been in years.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Kurt moved closer to Blaine, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck as he pressed himself against the shorter man. Kurt put on his most innocent voice and smiled sweetly at Blaine, “You know, now that you’re home, you could help my finish clean…”

Blaine groaned as he gripped Kurt’s waist, nuzzling into his neck, “Kurt, do I have to?”