Klaine - The Hummel-Andersons

Dinner

Chapter 1

Blaine and Kurt had been married for three years. Kurt was twenty five and Blaine had just turned twenty six. Kurt was working as a fashion designer in New York, where the two lived, and Blaine was a famous performer, who, much to Kurt's distaste, sometimes went round to all the different states in America to promote his singles. However, Blaine often tried to arrange weekend trips, so that Kurt could join him without worrying about missing work.

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Kurt groaned to himself. He was working on a new design for his newest model, Mimi. Unfortunately, his brain was not being kind to him today, and he had yet to come up with a design that didn't look like any of the one's he'd done already.

Kurt put his pencil down and sighed to himself, looking at the clock overhead. Blaine should have been home by now. They'd had the agreement that Blaine wasn't meant to work down at the studio after six. The studio was only twenty minutes away by foot. So he should of been home by half past six, at the very latest.

Giving up on his designs, Kurt turned his working lamp off and left his study. Since Blaine and Kurt had such good jobs, they were able to afford a large house, one that they'd been dreaming of; with two studies so that they could each have their own place to work, if it came to that. However, to Kurt, the house still felt empty. It was lacking something.

Kurt shut the study door, and went to the Living Room. Blaine wasn't in here either, so he was definitely late. Kurt decided to check on the dinner he'd been preparing for when Blaine had arrived home. He checked his watch. Blaine was about twenty minutes later then he should of been. Kurt, who couldn't bear to burn the perfect meal just for Blaine's sake, went to the kitchen and started to dish the dinner up on the two plates he'd left out. He poured some wine, and set the dinner out on the table. He also decided to light a candle, as it seemed more romantic. Then, Kurt sat and waited some more.

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Blaine was late. He knew it, even if his watch had stopped working. Well, that had been the reason why he was so late. It was only when Alex, who usually came and gave Blaine a coffee when he needed it, had pointed out that he was working late, did he realise that his watch had been saying it was half past five for fifty minutes.

Blaine tried to hurry, but the action only made his shoe laces come undone. He bent down to tie them up. Kurt was going to be pissed off. And, knowing how his husband was when he was pissed of, Blaine preferred not to be on the receiving end of Kurt' anger.

They'd moved to New York, as during the Summer of 2011 (Blaine would never forget this magical time) Gay marriage had been passed. Blaine would never forget the joy and tears on Kurt's face when it had been announced. Blaine smiled briefly to himself, before remembering that he was late for Kurt's dinner (Kurt cooked way better then him), and hurrying up again.

Finally, just as it looked like it was about to pour down with rain, Blaine pulled his key out of his coat and opened the front door, ready for whatever Kurt was going to give him. He stepped inside, closing the door, before looking around the hall. It was dark.

"Kurt?" He called. "I'm home!"

"In the kitchen, Blaine!" Blaine went into the Living Room, which was connected to the kitchen, and looked into the kitchen from the doorway. His mouth fell open. Kurt had made a perfect meal (no surprise there) for two, set the table out beautifully, and lit a candle. Kurt was standing there, glaring at Blaine. Uh oh.

"Umm, Kurt, this is really-"

"Why are you late?" Kurt asked, giving him a pissed off glare. "You're half an hour late."