It all began as an ordinary day in the Anderson-Hummel residence when an alarm sounded through the house, waking up both Blaine – a successful lawyer in his father's company – and his husband Kurt, who was known in the fashion world as a man, whose designs were extravagant but still possible to wear in public, not only on the runway.

As he heard the steps somewhere in the distance, Blaine sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was Friday so he couldn't sleep in no matter how much he wanted to, his head still feeling fuzzy after some heavy drinking with his co-workers the day before. Standing up he wondered if his husband had woken up already. He wasn't sure because ordinary days meant Blaine sleeping in the guest room.

The answer to his unspoken question came as he heard steps in the distance and after a knock the door opened to reveal Kurt in his stylish pyjamas, which Blaine failed to understand as nobody but him got to see those pieces of clothing and he didn't give a damn. If he was being honest, he actually preferred it when Kurt slept naked and he could wake up at the feeling of his husband's soft skin. Well, once in a while when he got a permission to sleep in their bedroom.

"I just wanted to make sure you are awake," Kurt said and left without a second glance.

Blaine sighed as the tone could mean only one thing – Kurt was still pissed for no apparent reason as the lawyer did nothing wrong, as far as he was concerned. It's not like Kurt controlled his life anyway and he was allowed to spend some time with other people as well, especially after a long day at work, when all he needed was some cold beer in a loud bar. He may have had one too many drinks but Kurt had no right to be angry about it.

Not quite ready to face the designer just yet, Blaine went to the bathroom and got ready for the day before entering the kitchen to find Kurt having toast with tea. He wasn't surprised to see that there was no food waiting for him even though his husband must have known that he wouldn't have time to prepare anything for himself before heading to work.

"Morning," Blaine greeted the man doing his best to pretend that there was no tension between the two of them. "It's good you didn't make anything for me because I don't think my stomach would be able to deal with food right now."

Kurt made no sound of acknowledgment, just continued sipping his drink while reading an email on his phone.

"Any interesting plans for today?" he tried again.

Nothing again.

Blaine glared at him. "Are you seriously giving me a silent treatment? Wow, how original of you," he rolled his eyes and went to pour a glass of water so he could swallow some pain killers for his headache that was growing stronger with each passing minute. "You know, I think it would be fair if you let me know what I did wrong this time. I'm not a fucking psychic and I can't read your mind. And I definitely can't be responsible for your mood swings when you are on your period even though I have no idea how you have one given that you are supposed to be a man."

More silence followed his words and Blaine knew that it would be useless to continue speaking to the man. After six long years of marriage and seven of living together he had enough experience to know that it would take a few days for Kurt to finally talk to him.

"You know what, sweetheart? Fuck you," Blaine whispered with a fake smile and left the apartment after gathering stuff he needed for work.

He was hangover, his head was aching and now he was headed to the office to work on the case where he had to defend a businessman he despised. And as if it wasn't enough, his husband decided it would be a perfect time to freak out over nothing.

"I hate my life," the lawyer muttered under his breath as he was crossing a street and the next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground, a sharp pain shooting through his whole body.

Soon a small crowd gathered around him as most people rushed to go to work and only a few decided to spend a few minutes of their lives watching some stranger on the ground after being hit by a car. He heard someone shouting about an ambulance and spent a few moments to test his limbs to find out that nothing was broken.

"No need for an ambulance," Blaine said and stood up, legs a bit shaky but overall fine. "I may have some bruises but there's no real damage."

With that he lifted his bag and turned to walk away when the driver stopped him.

"Dude, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there," he said and it was obvious that he was scared shitless. "I'll pay for your treatment, just, please, don't sue me."

Blaine gave him an encouraging smile. "I'm a lawyer and I could do that very easily, but I'm having an awful day and I don't want to make someone else's worse. Consider yourself lucky. Um, so, you should go before I change your mind."

The young man gaped at him, not daring to believe what had just happened. "Sure, yes, I'm leaving. Right away, sir. Yes."

The lawyer shook his head a little and walked away. The fall made his stomach even more unsettled and he wished he was already in his office, sitting steadily in front of his computer.

Soon Blaine's wish became reality and not long after that he was bored out of his mind. The day was slowly dragging, even more slowly than normally as it was Friday and he could sense the weekend in the air. Of course, he would have to go home where he would have to face his hostile husband and he had to prepare for the trial on Monday but it still felt nice to know that he wouldn't need to go to the office for two full days if he had a saying in the matter.

After his work at the office was finished Blaine got ready to leave and while in the elevator, he considered his options. First, he could just go home and ignore Kurt, which would be easy as the other man was already ignoring him. It didn't sound tempting though. The other option was to figure out what he had done and apologise for it. The curly haired man was almost positive that it was about him getting drunk but he wasn't sure as he couldn't remember how he got home.

The elevator door opened the moment Blaine came up with a plan – he would buy a present for Kurt (not flowers as the designer didn't see why someone would like to keep a thing that would be slowly dying before their eyes, and not candies as he was too worried about his body no matter how many times Blaine complimented him, at least some time ago) and then he would go home and apologise for something that Kurt had no right to be angry about. In his mind, he was being the bigger man.

The only problem was finding a perfect present for the man. Jewellery and all sorts of accessories were something that Kurt loved a lot but Blaine just happened to be a person who never got it right when it came to brooches, scarves, cufflinks, and those other little things that his husband couldn't live without. It would definitely be his easiest way towards forgiveness but if he didn't get it right, it would lead to Kurt scolding him for not knowing his spouse well enough. And Blaine knew without a doubt that he couldn't choose a right accessory even if his life depended on it. Hence, jewellery was off the list.

Kurt's love for red wine was pretty well known among his friends and relatives but it didn't seem to fit the situation. Such beverage was meant for dates and they hadn't been on a date for... forever. Actually, Blaine couldn't remember the last time they did something romantic. The closest they had to the date was when they ran into each other during Blaine's lunch break and ate in a fast food restaurant. It was almost a year ago.

With wine no longer in his mind, Blaine left the building and started walking down the street slowly, looking around at different shops hoping for inspiration. Buying perfume was as difficult as jewellery. Anything food related would make Kurt even angrier. Clothes were never an option. The man already had a new phone. A trip would be nice but neither had time to leave for longer than a day or two. Overall, Kurt was difficult to buy for.

When the short man was about to give up hope of finding something that may get him back into Kurt's good books, a dusty window caught his eye.

It was one of those small shops that either had everything or nothing, depending on what you were looking for. It was perfect for people who were wandering around not sure what they needed but a waste of time for the others. It was also the kind of shop that had a funny smell that nobody could identify.

A silent sound of a bell announced to whomever that a desperate man walked into the shop and Blaine let the door close itself behind him. He looked around the place and having not noticed a shop assistant, started walking and looking at various things, wiping dusts from most of them when he carefully examined a few more interesting items in his hands.

"You don't want this," a deep voice came from behind and startled Blaine dropped a glass snow globe with some castle in it.

The souvenir shattered and its content spread on the floor. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'll pay for it," Blaine offered quikcly even though it wasn't entirely his fault.

"No need. Nothing lasts forever and it was time for this little fellow to go. It's sad though; it held many memories."

Blaine stood there dumbfounded and took a closer look at the man, who continued talking something about memories and what importance they held in people's lives but the lawyer didn't pay attention to ay of that. He was more curious about the man.

It was an old man, maybe already in his sixties. Part of his wrinkled skin was hidden by a long white beard and short but equally light moustache. He was bald but it definitely suited the man, who, judging by his appearance, clothes and a strong accent, must have been of Asian descent.

"–man?" Blaine barely registered that he was asked to participate in the conversation.

"Excuse me? I didn't quite catch it," he said smiling apologetically.

"It's quite alright, quite alright, young man," the man responded. "I just wanted to know if there was something in particular that you were looking for. I know everything I have here so it would take less of your precious time if you could tell me what you needed."

Blaine offered a weak shrug. "I have no idea. I'm looking for something for my spouse. Something that would say 'I didn't do anything wrong but I'm going to apologise anyway just to make you happy.' Do you have anything that would say this?"

The man smiled widely at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I know a perfect gift for your husband, young man. But first I'd like you to spend a couple of minutes to try to figure it out by yourself. That is, if you are willing to spend your time putting some thought into it."

"I don't mind it but you already said you know what I need so maybe you could just show it to me? I've been thinking a lot and I couldn't come up with anything on my own. He's just really difficult... I mean, he has everything."

The man nodded slowly, showing that he understood but despite Blaine's reluctance to look around, gestured towards the shelves. "Look around and you may find something he is missing in his life."

With a hope to get what he needed the lawyer decided to pretend to consider a few items until the shop assistant was satisfied with his effort and then buy whatever he suggested. So he stepped further into the shop and looked at several items before pointing at a music box that was placed next to an old but still working clock that also showed a date, thirteenth of May in that particular moment. Seeing the date made Blaine feel that he had forgotten something but he quickly got rid of those thoughts.

"He loves music," Blaine said and reached for the box.

"No," the man said, the smile never leaving his face.

"How about this vase?"

"No."

"This mirror?"

"No."

"Maybe this?"

"No."

"That?"

"No."

"These spices smell nice and he likes cooking so maybe–"

"No."

"Is this a human finger in that jar?"

"No."

"How about these candles?"

"No."

Blaine was getting irritated. He was pointing out everything that Kurt could use in some way or another but nothing pleased the other man. After almost fifteen minutes of a constant 'no' he couldn't do it anymore.

"I give up," he said after the man rejected his idea of getting Kurt one of the books that were resting in the corner. "Are you going to tell me what that perfect gift that you told me about is?"

"Yes," the man finally changed his answer.

"And?" the lawyer asked with anticipation because he really wanted to get rid of this task he created for himself.

The old man grabbed his left hand and with one swift motion, way too fast for someone as old as he was, Blaine's hand was ringless. Before the lawyer could protest, the man placed his wedding ring into his pocket and spoke.

"You said the person you are buying for has everything. But there is one thing he needs – his husband."

"I'm his husband and he has me. I don't understand how you stealing my ring can be a good present for him. Just give it back and I won't sue you for robbery."

"You will give your man a gift he needs and one day you will thank me. Not in so many words but your happiness will be enough for me," the man ignored Blaine's ultimatum. "Now before you leave, remember, follow your instincts."

"What do you–" the young man began but he couldn't finish as he felt a hand on his shoulder and then wind started blowing right into his face.

Blaine closed his eyes to prevent the dust from getting into them and turned around so that the wind would be hitting his back. As he turned, everything went still and the lawyer opened his eyes.

He was no longer in the shop.