"I was thinking about ordering some take-out." Blaine told Kurt as he let them into his apartment.

"No youre not. Im cooking for us." Kurt fought.

"Whats wrong with a little take-out? Its just fast food." Blaine asked with a shrug as they walked into the tiny place. It was one bedroom and one bathroom with a conjoined living room and kitchen.

"Nothings wrong with take-out. You couldnt believe the number of times Ive found myself sneaking in to the little Chinese Restaurant that was down the block from my old loft. Countless. Ive lost track. Its just that I want a home cooked meal." Kurt said ending his statement with a shoulder shrug as he found his way to the kitchen. He began looking through cupboards to find the utensils he was going to need, "Plus its a great opportunity to find my way around this place." He closed the cupboard he was looking in.

"I dont want you to go through that trouble. Its your first night here and-"

"Nonsense. Im in the mood for something homemade and take-out is not going yo change my mind."

Blaine put his hands up in defeat as he backed away from the kitchen, "Go right ahead." He back into his bedroom. He closed the door in front of him but reopened enough to poke his head through, "And if were going to argue like this every night this marriage is not going last long."

Kurt pulled the pan from the bottom shelf of a lower cupboard next to the stove and waved it in the air as he spoke, "Only if we cant agree over dinner!" He exclaimed before setting the pan on top of the stove.

Blaine rolled his eyes and closed the door again. He left Kurt to his cooking.

"Im glad you suggested home cooking." Blaine said as he chewed on a bite of the chicken breast Kurt had prepared for them.

Kurt took a seat next to him on the couch, "And you argued for take-out." Kurt smirked with his bitch face.

"I regret everything as long as you continue to cook like this." Blaine said before taking another bite of the chicken that was so juicy and delectable he had to savor every last tender bite. Blaine moaned in contentment with a satisfying eye roll as he chewed slowly on the piece.

"As long as you like my cooking." Kurt said as he brought his fork up to his mouth.

"Are you sure professional chef for a five-star restaurant?"

Kurt giggled at the compliment, "No. Im actually just a fashion designer at Vogue. My cooking is just a little dabble into the culinary arts."

"You, my sir, do more than dabble. You make food art."

Kurt blushed and smiled softly at Blaines words. He looked down at the chicken breast, broccoli, and rice pilaf sitting on his plate, "Thank you." He said in a voice that was so low it was almost inaudible for Blaine to hear.

Blaine looked over at Kurt and smiled back softly, "Your welcome." He whispered just as low.

Kurt finished fluffing the pillow and laid it onto the couch that he had make-shift into a bed for himself, "There." He said as he stepped back and placed his hands on his hip to admire his work. Kurt heard the shower turn off and he took a seat on the couch as he waited for Blaine to emerge from the bathroom.

"Youre wet." Kurt smiled as Blaine finally scurried out of the bathroom. He had his clothes balled up in his hand and the only on him was a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I know." Blaine smirked, "That kind of happens when you get a shower." He then noticed the sheets and pillows laid out on the bed, "Oh, no. You dont have to sleep on the couch. I do have a king-size."

"But I want to. I dont want to intrude any more than I have to."

"But were married."

"So?" Kurt shrugged, "I want to sleep on the couch. Im obligated to do so." Blaine continued to look unsure at Kurts suggested sleeping arrangements, "Im fine. Really!" Kurt assured him.

Blaine sighed, "You win this round. But only because Im cold, Im wet, and theres a draft coming up my towel. I just want to get dressed."

"You do that then." Kurt saluted him as Blaine continued for his bedroom.

"Youre positive you dont want to sleep with me in my bed?" Blaine checked again as Kurt prepped himself on the couch.

"I told you, Im fine." Kurt promised as he played with the sheets covering his feet.

"Okay..." Blaine sighed as he trailed off. He obviously wasnt going to get Kurt to reconsider any time soon, "Goodnight, Kurt."

"Goodnight, Blaine." Kurt nodded before he turned the lamp off behind him.

Blaine snuck out of his bedroom in the middle of the night only to notice Kurt as he slept in the couch. Although he was fast asleep Blaine could see the discomfort in Kurts face. He let out a heavy breath as he thought about it, running his hand through his unkept curly hair. Blaine didnt think for long as he put his idea into action. He picked Kurt up and carried him into his room. He laid Kurt down on the bed next to his spot. Blaine kissed him on the forehead as he saw the discomfort leave his face and was replaced with peace, "Sweet dreams, Angel." He whispered before he left to do what he left his bedroom for in the first place.

Kurt woke up, unfamiliar with his surroundings and quite frankly, a little frightened until he noticed Blaines body next to him. Thats when he remembered everything. He shook Blaine awake who warily opened his eyes to look back at his husband, "What?" Blaine mumbled sleepily.

"How did I get in here?" Kurt asked, outraged.

"You didnt look too satisfied in your sleep so I moved you in here where the discomfort quickly washed from your face as you became more at ease." Blaine answered with a light eye rub to wake himself up.

"I told you-"

"But you werent fine you looked uncomfortable." Blaine cut Kurt off. Kurt groaned, "Its okay to sleep with me. Its not going to turn into sex or anything. I just want you to be comfortable at my place-"

"Our place." Kurt corrected.

"Our place. Because you might be here for awhile. Why spend what might be the rest of your life on a couch?" Blaine finished.

Kurt scanned the room as he thought about it, "Im most likely not going to spend the rest of my life here." He scoffed. Blaine looked a little hurt by the statement. Kurt sighed, "Thank you, though. This bed is comfy."

"Your welcome." Blaine smiled in response, "So what do you have in store for breakfast?"

Kurt giggled as he shoved his husband.