Kurt practically skipped through the grimy doors to his apartment block, his hands weighed down with bags full to the brim with the ingredients needed to make Blaine's favourite meal. He used a combination of his feet, back and sheer luck to open the double doors before the elevator, using his nose to press the button. He honestly didn't care if he looked stupid, because right now Kurt was feeling so elated he didn't think anything could bring him down. The elevator doors slid open admitting Kurt to the cramped space and he dropped the bags from one hand in order to press the button for his floor. He listened to the soft whirring and then the subsequent ding as the elevator came to a halt and hastily picked up the bags and made his way to the apartment he and Blaine had been sharing for the last four and a half years. He stumbled oh so elegantly through the door and into the kitchen to relieve himself of the now cumbersome shopping.

“Blaine?” He strained his ears to listen for any sign of his boyfriend.

“One sec.” Blaine's muffled voice answered, Kurt guessed he was in the spare bedroom, or what currently served as their workspace, since the bad was covered in fabric swatches and design magazines, and the far corner had been converted into an office area for Blaine.

Kurt began putting the shopping away and was just rearranging the top shelf in the fridge to accommodate everything when Blaine appeared. Kurt stood, closed the door and ran a critical eye over his tired looking boyfriend. Blaine leaned against the archway wearing a dark grey pair of sweatpants and an old Mckinley High T – shirt, his glasses were perched atop his head and he was rubbing his eyes with ink stained hands. Kurt wrapped his arms around his warm waist, nuzzling into his neck contentedly.

“Hmm, hi gorgeous, how was your day? I didn't know we were shopping today?” Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's temple, careful to avoid his perfectly coiffed hair.

“Good, beyond good actually. Guess what?!” Kurt raised his head to look straight into Blaine's amber eyes excitedly. Blaine simply raised his eyebrows questioningly and smirked a little at Kurt's giddiness.

“I got a job!” Kurt actually squealed a little as Blaine tugged Kurt into a bone crushing hug.

“That's fantastic Kurt, where is it? When do you start? I want to know everything!” Blaine peppered Kurt's face with kisses and smiled broadly. He may be tired, but this was exactly what he needed to perk his day up a bit. Six straight hours of marking papers did nothing to improve his mood. A happy boyfriend however...

“Okay it's that little boutique down on Horatio St. You know Rachel knows the owner?” an affirmative nod from Blaine and Kurt continued. “Well she's only Ann French Emont, former Broadway costume designer Ann French Emont! Anyway Rachel was talking to her about her latest show and mentioned me and some of my own ideas and managed to get me an interview to be an assistant! It's kinda long hours and I'd be starting off just helping around the shop, but this could lead somewhere, real designing somewhere! I could really pursue a career from this Blaine!” Blaine watched Kurt talk animatedly with his hands flailing, the smile never leaving his face. Kurt's giddiness was contagious and Blaine felt excited himself as Kurt continued to explain about pay and the different duties he could be entrusted with and what he would wear on his first day.

When Kurt seemed to have talked himself out Blaine kissed him.

“I am so proud of you, I knew you'd find something amazing. This sounds perfect for you. We need to celebrate. How about I take you out for dinner?”

“I bought groceries to make that Cajun lamb you like, I just feel like being productive and if my being productive serves to make you smile then my day will be even better.!” Blaine laughed at Kurt's enthusiasm.

“Babe, that's great, but really I want to take you out and spoil you, you deserve to celebrate this, properly.”

“So long as I'm here with you I'm happy, Oh and I need to ring my Dad, he's been freaking out about me getting a job since I left college. Oh and 'Cedes, and your Mom will want to know too.” Kurt moved away to grab the phone and began tapping in his Dad's number. Blaine reached over and snatched the phone away playfully, ignoring Kurt's squawk of protest as he agilely side – stepped his boyfriend and entered their bedroom. Blaine hid the phone in the wardrobe and turned back to a very amused looking Kurt, standing with a hand on his hip as he watched Blaine.

“Do my Mars�ll boots need the phone urgently?” A wide smirk pushed adorable dimples into Kurt's flushed with excitement cheeks.

“No. Phone calls can wait, for now I want to take you out and celebrate my amazing, talented, sexy boyfriend getting his first job. Are you going to continue to argue with me, or are you going to find something to wear and let me spoil you?” Blaine had stepped right up to Kurt and was tracing his fingers lightly up his side as he spoke.

“Hmm, bribing me with my clothes... you are a real piece of work Mr Anderson. You're going to have to release me if you want to take me out... and get dressed yourself.” Blaine pressed tiny chaste kisses to Kurt's slender neck before pulling away regretfully.

“Good, right. Yes... clothes. Stop distracting me Kurt.” Kurt snorted and grabbed a pillow to throw at Blaine, who dodged and successfully avoided the missile. He launched himself into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind him and ignoring Kurt's protests that he ought to have the bathroom first. Instead he opened the door, pulled Kurt inside and pinning him to the wall, whispering into his ear.

“We could always share...” Kurt's breath hitched as he felt the warm breath over his ear.

“We're never going to get ready if you insist on doing that.” Kurt kissed Blaine hard, savouring the feel of his boyfriend pressing up against him.

“You're right, phone calls can wait... let's celebrate.” Kurt crashed their lips together once again thinking to himself that this day really couldn't get any better.