Kurt and Blaine are happily married and living in New York. Kurt is in the kitchen cooking dinner when he cuts his finger chopping, being the child that he is Blaine helps in the most adorably immature way.
Super short. Sorry.
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"Hubby I'm home!" Blaine yells as he walks thorough the door of their apartment. "Babe?" he calls again after no answer. "In the kitchen my love." Kurt coos back. He walks in and sits on the counter wearing a cheeky smirk that only Kurt gets to see. "Baaaaby, dinner can wait, join me in the bath..." he sings as he attempts to coax his husbands apron off. As much as Kurt would love to give in to his husbands soothing touch, he can't Rachel and Jesse will be there in an hour and dinner had to be ready. Pulling away and shooing his husband into the kitchen he gets back to chopping the cucumber for the salad.
"Ow! Shit.." Blaine hears from his new seat in the living room "What's the matter honey?" he calls, beginning to worry about his new husband "I cut myself" Kurt yells back with sass in his voice. He wasn't mad at Blaine, of course not, he was mad because he had just bled all over the bowl of salad he was working on. "wheeeeeeee oooooooooo wheeeeee ooooooo wheeee ooooooo" Blaine screams at the top of his lungs running around the house like a mad man, first to the bathroom then all the way to the kitchen, never stopping his yelling. He arrives at Kurt's side in record time with a pretty pink band aid. Kissing his finger lightly then continuing on with his façade. "Wheeeeee ooooo wheeeee ooooooo" Blaine yells while running around the kitchen table. Kurt struggles to speak thorough his laughs. "Come on ya big child, help me make dinner, I messed up...." he pouts and Blaine quickly gives in, pecking him lightly on the lips before taking over in the kitchen, his doting husband propped against the counter grinning. Blaine might act like a child stuck in a grown mans body, but man did he love him.