If you were to ask Blaine, he'd say he was perfectly capable of staying home. That hechoseto go with Kurt because I mean it'stheirhouse. He totally wouldn't say that those dazzling, blue eyes and that soft smile can make him do anything.

So that's why he's here, at 7:30 in the morning at the supermarket with Kurt on Saturday morning instead of sleeping in until noon. After the hectic week they've had, moving in, unpacking, saying goodbye to old friends, he could have used the sleep. But Blaine isn't one to hold up his end of the bargain halfway, this is therightthing to do. And if Kurt insisted on shopping at this ungodly hour because, "Blaine, think of all the free time we'll have. We won't have to worry about groceries or anything for the rest of the day! We could talk a walk in Central Park, cuddle, anything."

Blaine finds himself staring blankly at a wall of assorted paper goods-towels, toilet paper galore. He blinks once, twice. willing his eyes to stop drooping before grabbing the cheapest pack and tossing it in his basket Kurt had pointedly assigned him to fill with things off their list.

"Coffee?" Kurt's soft, sweet voice sounds through his ears, shaking him out of his daze. "It's a little watered down, but it's something. And you need a little boost, you've been staring at the toilet paper rolls for a good ten minutes now."

"Thanks." Blaine smiles weakly, pressing a kiss to Kurt's nose. "Now let's go get the ingredients for your fancy French dinner your planning."

Kurt snorts. "Chicken Vesuvio? It's Italian, Blaine. And you claim to have spent your summer in the seventh grade studying abroad in Italy..."

Blaine yawns, shrugs. "It's all Greek to me, honey."

They eventually reach the produce section, and Blaine's coffee has finally settled in and he's getting a little anxious. Peering around at brownies, cupcakes,strawberries, and there's an idea...

A nice, old lady asking Blaine for advice on how to weigh her vegetables knocks him out of his fantasy. Blaine nods, ever the gentleman, and helps her. He ends up nattering away for a good ten minutes, chatting aimlessly about her grandson in Iraq and her son that is publishing a book. She tells him about being a widow, brushing a delicate hand over her wedding band and telling him she found the love of her life and that's all that mattered.

And Kurt watches from across the isle, his heart stuttering with a rush of love as Blaine hangs on to her every word, helps her rearrange her cart . Wants to know if Blaine would treat their kids with the same gentle, awe-struck attitude that he is with that gentle soul, wants to know if he and Blaine will still be shopping together when they're feeble and weak.

Kurt blushes at the thought, bites his lip because he doesn't want to interrupt their conversation but is curious as to what stories Blaine seems to be invested in.

"Blaine?" Kurt says softly, hesitantly, tapping him on the shoulder. Blaine doesn't look upset, just stares at him with as much adoration and love as before. Kurt's breath catches, and he wonders if Blaine will still make him lose his breath twenty years down the line.

"Kurt! Hi! Ms. Rae, this is my fiance, Kurt. The man I told you works for Vogue and just recently was cast in his fourth off-Broadway production?"

Kurt sticks out his hand, and she clasps her hands around it."It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Rae." She cooes.

"Likewise, Kurt. Blaine has told me all about you, how you met in high school and how you proposed. Such a romantic. And I may be old, but I'm not stupid. I now he's your forever."

Blaine blushes, and Kurt smiles and kisses Blaine on the cheek. "Yeah, he is."

After promising tickets and saying their goodbyes to their new-found friend, they make it to the fruit and vegetable isle before Blaine get's a touch delirious, if Kurt says so himself.

"This is a perfect time for a song!"

Kurt quirks an eyebrow in question. "Don't you dare."

But Blaine is relentless, wild and grabs a nearby banana and dramatically begins to sing, "Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin today...I wanna' be a part of it, New York, New York." It's a bit gravelly and low from drowsiness but Kurt laughs and pushes at Blaine's side.

"Dork."

"But I'm you're dork."

Kurt tries to feign interest in the row of tomatoes while going for nonchalance, biting down a smile because when Blaine says things like that he falls that much more in love. "That you are."

They browse in silence for a few minutes, Kurt picking and choosing with Blaine following his every step.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"We're getting this banana."

"You hate bananas."

Blaine gasps loudly, slamming a hand to his chest."I'm not going to eat it! This here banana has fifty percent of my DNA and is therefore my brethren. Bros don't eat bros." Blaine strokes the banana. "Shh, Patrick, he didn't know..."

Kurt giggles, nearly doubling over in laughter before kissing the tip of Blaine's nose. His fiance nuzzles in to the touch and smiles. "Talking fratty to the banana I see, hm?"

Blaine's voice is just a touch gravelly when he says, "You know you love it." And his gaze drops to the banana and he whispers, "So does Patrick."

Kurt rolls his eyes. "Oh my god you are such a freak."

"Your freak, though"

"I don't know, Blaine. I think you might be Patrick's."

"Patrick doesn't mean anything to me."

"You stroking it sensually may give him the wrong idea, then, hun."

"I need sleep."

Kurt chuckles "Let's go home, sweetie."

"Our home."