Day 6-Silver

Blaine's heart pounded as he bound up the stairs, his blood running cold at his husband's shriek. Kurt was generally so well composed that even though he hated bugs, he never freaked out about them. Same with mice. His mind flew straight to the conclusion that there was an intruder and that he had to protect his husband and their kids. Not that he had ever had any luck fighting something other than a stationary bag.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" he called out. Blaine finally found his husband in the bathroom, glaring at the mirror. "Um, Kurt?"

"Look at me. I'm so...old."

Blaine frowned. "You're kidding, right? You look like you're about two years older than when we met. You're gorgeous."

Kurt smiled at him wanly. "I appreciate it, but I'm afraid my hair is going to disagree with you." He pointed at his head. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. "See?" He really didn't. When he informed Kurt of this, his husband grabbed him by the hand and yanked their bodies together. Any other time the gesture would have been a turn on, but Blaine had to focus on not toppling both of them. Kurt picked up a strand of his hair. "See? A gray hair."

Blaine couldn't help a little laugh from escaping his lips. And he couldn't help it from growing until he was nearly bent over from the effort. "Are you serious?" Kurt glared at him, shoving his shoulder only somewhat playfully. "I thought you were getting chopped up by an ax murderer or something."

"I am being serious. If you can't support me-"

Blaine stepped forward and silenced him with a quick kiss. "I do support you, baby, one hundred percent. But I kinda think you're overreacting. It's a gray hair, not a tumor."

Kurt sighed, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, legs tucked under awkwardly. "I know that." He made a face. "I'd like to see how you'd be if our positions were reversed."

Blaine leaned against the sink. "I've already had one. A few years ago."

His husband's neck shot up faster than if he had said Patti Lupone. "No," He frowned. "How did I not notice?"

Blaine shrugged. "You're usually a little more focused on my other body parts." The blush that rose up on Kurt's face made him feel extremely pleased. "It's not a very noticeable thing, to be honest.

"And you're not freaking out?

"Nope."

"But..." Kurt buried his head in his hands, mumbling something Blaine couldn't quite make out.

"What was that?"

Kurt slid his head up, just enough so his mouth was free. "I'm getting old, Blaine, we're getting old. Our daughter is starting high school, Blaine! Soon there will be college and then she'll meet someone and they'll have kids and we'll be grandparents and old and pretty soon we'll just be dead."

Blaine forced himself not to smile, knowing it would just irritate Kurt even more. Now at least he understood where this was all coming from...

"Hey," he whispered, kneeling in front of his husband. "That's all still a long time off. We still have at least half our lives together."

Kurt looked at him sadly. "You don't know that. One of us could get sick or there could be an accident-"

A kiss interrupted his ramblings for a second time. "We can't live by what ifs, you know that." A hand traced its way along Kurt' scalp. "This is really getting to you, isn't it? I haven't seen you this bent out of shape since...I don't even know when."

Kurt reached out and grabbed Blaine's hand, gripping it tightly. "I just don't want to be in a world without you in it. It...it terrifies me, Blaine. It's scary how much I depend on you..." He moved forward, Blaine automatically wrapping his arms around the man he loved.

"Feeling's mutual," he whispered into Kurt's ear, trying to reassure him. "That's why it'll be just like in 'The Notebook' except we'll remember everything, just like you told me right before your graduation." He squeezed his hand. "I can't even imagine a world without you."

Kurt inhaled sharply. "Sorry I'm being so silly."

Blaine shifted so he was sitting next to his husband on the tub. "It's not silly. It's called a mid-life crisis."

"Because that makes it so much better," Kurt replied sardonically.

Blaine looked at him closely, finding the offending strand now that he knew where to look. "Silver," he muttered.

"What?"

"It's not gray, it's silver."

Kurt looked confused. "I don't see much of a difference."

"Silver's more dignified."

"So I'll be a dignified senior citizen?"

Blaine chuckled. "I think you still have a good twenty years until you reach that segment of the population."

Kurt cuddled closer, silent for a few moments. "You know, I think I could live with silver."

"That's a really good thing, you know,"

"Oh?"

"I happen to have a thing for older men."

The grin on Kurt's face and the casual roll of the eyes was definitely worth the punch in the arm.