March 28, 2013, 3:06 p.m.
Unplanned Parenthood Drabbles: Sheets
M - Words: 388 - Last Updated: Mar 28, 2013 Story: Complete - Chapters: 26/26 - Created: Jan 22, 2013 - Updated: Mar 28, 2013 100 0 0 0 0
Blaine arrived home at 1 AM, typical for a show night. He opened the front door and blinked a few times, taking in the sight. Only half the room was visible—the top half. Sheets were draped across the furniture, taped to walls and lamps, carefully obscuring every bit of floor from view. He laughed at the absurdity, then got down on his hands and knees, crawling under, because it was the only way through the room.
He found Kurt camped out on the floor of the living room, under the draped sheets. He was curled up on top of some blankets, asleep. He was smiling, worn out but happy, and Blaine woke him with a soft kiss.
“What’s all this?” Blaine asked.
“The kids wanted to make a fort out of sheets,” Kurt said, grinning. “It was epic.”
“And you didn’t make them clean it up before bedtime?”
Kurt shook his head.
“Why not?”
“Blaine Hummel, if you need me to answer that question, I am trading you in for a better husband.”
Blaine had to think about it for a second, but when he figured it out, he smiled broadly. “Oh.”
“Look under the couch,” Kurt said mischievously.
Blaine knew better than to ask why this time. He crawled over like a little puppy dog, dutiful and excited at the same time, and retrieved the jigsaw puzzle piece Kurt had hidden there.
Blaine lay down beside him and cuddled into his neck. “You are the best husband,” he whispered.
“Yes I am,” Kurt said, pulling one of the blankets over them.
They couldn’t fall asleep there, naked and sweaty and covered in dried come, because the kids would undoubtedly find them in the morning if they did. So they got up and washed themselves off quickly and changed into t-shirts and shorts for bed. They tiptoed to the kids’ room to check on them, smiling at their silent, peaceful forms in the shadows cast by the nightlight, then closed the door softly and slid under the covers of their own bed.
“Do you miss it?” Blaine asked. “Having no kids and doing wild, romantic things all the time? Being young and free?”
Kurt shook his head. “No regrets,” he whispered.
Blaine looked into his husband’s sparkling blue eyes. “Just love,” he whispered back. “So much love.”