Cadences (27b/35 + epilogue)
Word Count: ~2200
Summary: Life doesn’t get much better than when you get to spend it with your favorite fella. Follow the boys as they navigate from young love to newlyweds to fatherhood and beyond.
Author’s Note: Thanks to the betas, Becca and Kerry.
It’s finally Friday night and Kurt has had a very long day and an even longer week. The car service from the airport drops him off in the driveway at 6:38 pm and all he really wants is a hot bath and a glass of wine. And whatever Blaine made for dinner, followed by 24 hours of sleep in his own bed.
When he walks into the house, it’s suspiciously quiet and sadly devoid of delicious food smells. Kurt sags at the idea that maybe Blaine and the kids were waiting for him to get home to decide on dinner. Or that they want to go out to eat. Oh please, he thinks, please don’t let them want to go out for dinner. I just don’t think I can handle one more step in the outside world today.
As he dumps his bags on the bench by the door and toes off his shoes he resolves to tell them as much. He’ll just beg off. They can go out, maybe bring him something back. A hamburger from McDonald’s for all he cares.
He moves into the family room and finds Blaine sprawled out on the couch in comfy clothes and a dopey smile on his face, watching some movie Kurt vaguely recognizes from childhood. His facial hair is just a little past five o’clock shadow and Kurt can see the grays glint in the dying light streaming through the window.
Blaine glances over to him and waves enthusiastically.
“Hiya,” Kurt says, throwing himself on the couch next to Blaine, who turns to him and grins devilishly.
“Where are the kids?” Kurt asks.
He shrugs, smiling still.
“You’ve killed them?” Kurt asks solemnly. Then makes a thoughtful face. “I’m not surprised that it came to that with Addie. But I am a little shocked in terms of Declan.”
Blaine giggles.
“And now you’re giggling. Was that a maniacal giggle? Should I personally be frightened?”
Blaine shakes his head slowly, his eyes so full of mischief that Kurt is quickly taken in by it. And when Blaine barely brushes lips with Kurt, all thoughts of the kids fly out of his head.
Kurt hums happily.
Blaine moves to kiss up his throat and Kurt breathes out slowly, feeling all of his muscles relax.
Blaine pulls back, his face serious.
“I-I-I won’t say anything else about it, if, if, if you dah-don’t want to talk about it, but I r-r-really am very sorry about the job.”
“Thanks, Blaine. I …” Kurt pauses, looking down at his hands. “I think I want to take my mind off it.”
Blaine nods. “I think I-I-I can do that.”
He stands up and holds his hand out for Kurt.
Kurt takes it, but stops him from pulling him up. “The kids aren’t here, right?”
Blaine shakes his head and grins.
“Then maybe we could stay here and make out on the couch like teenagers a little longer?”
Blaine’s face cracks into a wide smile as he falls back onto the couch next to Kurt and envelops him.
It’s only Kurt’s gurgling stomach fifteen minutes later that interrupts their heated necking.
“I take it you’re a, a, a little hungry?” Blaine asks.
“Famished,” Kurt admits.
“Why didn’t you s-s-s-say anything?”
“I really was enjoying making out like teenagers.”
“Well, we can get b-b-back to that,” Blaine says, standing up and moving into the kitchen. “I ordered chicken bah-bah-roccoli alfredo.”
“That sounds delicious. From Enzo’s?”
“You know it,” Blaine says over his shoulder as he pops it in the microwave.
Kurt comes in to the kitchen and leans on the counter. Blaine puts his hands on Kurt’s waist and brings him closer.
“Don’t be sad,” he whispers.
Kurt visibly deflates.
“Can I be sad for a little while?” Kurt asks.
“Sure,” Blaine says, leaning in and kissing Kurt gently. “Of course.”
“I promise not to cry after we have sex or anything.”
Blaine smiles into the next kiss.
They make quick work of dinner, standing side by side, leaning against the kitchen counter. Blaine bumping Kurt’s hip with his own in a way that Kurt thinks is still one of the cutest things on earth. Somehow one of their favorite take out dish tastes even better tonight, they both agree.
“I wish we had a hot tub,” Kurt says.
“Oh, I-I-I could totally picture a hot tub on the deck,” Blaine agrees, licking the last of the alfredo sauce out of his bowl.
“Oh, that’s attractive,” Kurt says.
Blaine wags his eyebrows. “I’m practicing.”
“What are you planning on licking?”
Blaine shrugs coolly. He takes his and Kurt’s bowls and places them in the dishwasher.
“Maybe it’s a night for more than just licking,” Kurt says.
Blaine looks at him curiously.
“That sounded way hotter in my head.”
Blaine barks a laugh. “I’ll b-b-bet.”
Kurt bumps his hip against Blaine’s and looks at him meaningfully.
“Bed,” Blaine whispers, as he grabs Kurt’s hand and starts leading him towards the stairs.
“Wait,” Kurt says, pulling on Blaine’s hand to stop. “There really aren’t any children here?”
Blaine shakes his head.
“Then why are we going to bed?” Kurt asks.
Blaine gives him a silent, questioning look.
“We could do anything, anywhere!” Kurt exclaims, gesturing like a game show host.
“Okay, like… ” Blaine prods.
“Let’s reenact the first time I gave you a blow job,” Kurt says.
Blaine is dubious.
“You on the couch, me on my knees,” Kurt says, pulling Blaine into the family.
“Our kids w-w-watch cartoons on this couch,” Blaine says. “I w-w-watch cartoons on this couch.”
“We’ll put down a sheet,” Kurt says with a shrug.
Blaine is quick to acquiesce. “Lucky for you there’s no b-b-b-berry scented hand lotion around.”
~~~~~
Later, much later, the boys lay in bed wrapped together, just barely on the edge of consciousness, when Kurt thinks of something that jars him awake. He blinks his eyes open and nudges Blaine with his elbow.
“Wha?” Blaine asks blearily.
“Where are the kids?” Kurt asks, suddenly desperate to know. As nice as the surprise evening was without them, he missed them this week.
“They’re with Matt and Julia,” Blaine mumbles sleepily. Kurt loves it when he’s this relaxed and his voice is gruff and deep. Even after all these years, Kurt still gets a weird sense of pride any time Blaine doesn’t stutter for a few sentences. Even when he’s half asleep.
Kurt smiles.
“We’ll pick’em up tomorrow,” Blaine continues.
“Can we go early? And go get breakfast at the diner?”
“Of course,” Blaine murmurs. He rolls closer to Kurt and they fall asleep.
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