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Kurt felt the frustration filling every part of his body. It wasn’t a particular bad week, nothing bad had happened but he was busy and exhausted. He let out a big sigh and opened the dishwasher door. The clean dishes have been sitting there for three days and neither Blaine or him had the time to take them out and put the pile that was accumulating in the sink to wash. They had appliances for goodness sakes, the laundry situation was very similar, lots of clothes to wash and a huge pile in the clean basket to fold and put away. That was the next task on the list and he also had to take care of dinner.
When he realized he was scoring an early day out from work he wasn’t expecting to spend all his free time doing chores but what he was supposed to do if the house was a mess? There wasn’t anyone to blame for that, Blaine had the spring concert coming up and he had endless hours of rehearsal every week and Vogue was in the middle of putting out a new issue while trying to incorporate the ideas of the new head of Visual Design.
The sound of the door opening came just before six while Kurt was scaning the fridge and trying to figure out what to cook for dinner. Blaine's voice boomed through the apartment and Kurt could hear the smile on it, “Honey, I’m home!”. Then came the click of the door closing, the keys on the bowl at the front door and the satchel hitting the floor. Married life was great, the routine and comfort that came from knowing he was sharing his life with someone was everything for Kurt, sharing it with Blaine made it even better. However, today he didn’t feel the typical ease of his husband being home, he just felt a tickling under his skin and the unmistakable urge to scream, or groan, or both.
Blaine came into the kitchen and placed a small kiss on Kurt’s neck, who was still looking inside the fridge for something to eat, “Hi, honey. How was your day?”. The first answer he got was a big sigh and a shrug while Kurt closed the fridge door and turned around to face him.
“I don’t know, I’m not feeling that great.” Blaine could hear how upset he was and he only got a glimpse of teary blue eyes before he had his husband's face buried in his neck.
They just hugged for a few minutes, Kurt tried to take deep breaths and focus on Blaine's gentle hands stroking his back. It was pointless to ask any specifics now, that's why Blaine remained silent placing kisses on Kurt's hair.”
“What can I do for you, baby?” Blaine asked in a whisper once he felt Kurt's breathing even out.
“Can we just… cuddle?” he answered in a brittle voice and Blaine’s heart wrenched.
“Yeah, sure. Just give me five? So I can change into PJs and match your comfy clothes.”
Kurt nodded and unwrapped his arms to let his husband go change. He took advantage of the time to order some pizza online, they were trying to eat less take out but he thought they could indulge this time since they were both exhausted without any energy to fix up something for dinner. Blaine came back into the living room wearing soft flannel pants and a black T-shirt, “Top or bottom sweety?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Sit down, you dork,” Kurt answered while pushing him to the couch and climbing into his lap. They instantly fell into a comfortable position, Blaine had his strong arms around Kurt's middle who was sitting sideways, legs stretched out on the couch and face resting on Blaine’s shoulder.
“I ordered pizza,” Kurt whispered when they were settled down, “I know it's not the best option but I am in no shape to cook and I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
“Pizza sounds amazing, we have some beers too. Sounds like an amazing comfort dinner for me.”
Kurt hummed in response and closed his eyes and they fell into a comfortable silence. Even though he knew these past weeks of working non-stop were the trigger of his bad mood today, there was something deep inside that was slowly fixing itself now that he was in Blaine's arms. Suddenly it came to him, today it's Thursday… he played back the last few nights where for whatever reason they weren't going to bed at the same time or they fell asleep immediately after touching the pillow. He had been craving Blaine's touch and snuggles almost all week now and that was a big addition to his terrible mood. Upon that realization, he placed light kisses on Blaine's neck, up his jaw to end in his lips, “Thank you, this is just what I needed.”
“I needed this too, I feel like we haven't seen each other all week.” Blaine dived back in and kissed Kurt softly while tightening his hold on his waist. They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, until the bell rang and Kurt went to pay for their pizza and Blaine went to fetch some beers from the fridge.
They had dinner on the couch and Kurt listened to how Blaine's day went, his voice had a calming effect, he could be talking about the most boring subject but Kurt found comfort in the way Blaine's hands moved when he talk, in the emphasis he made during certain parts of the story and in the passion he showed while talking about his students.
Once the box was clear, and the third bottle was empty —they usually split the last one, both of them wanting to drink more but not enough to drink an entire bottle by themselves— they cleared the table with a practiced ease and went their separate ways to complete their nighttime routines. Kurt entered their bedroom with his face clean and moisturized and his breath minty fresh and was greeted with a pleasant lavender smell coming from their diffuser and Blaine half sitting half lying down on the bed. He didn't waste time and climbed into bed, laying almost completely on top of Blaine, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on Blaine's naked chest. He instantly felt his husband's hands caressing his waist and the soft brush of lips on his hair.
“I love it when you're this cuddly.” Of course physical affection wasn't unusual for them but the fact that Kurt was all over him, openly demanding hugs and physical contact, that didn't happen often. At least not as often as Blaine would like.
“I've missed this closeness, we didn't get to just cuddle for a few days and yours are the best.”
They stayed curled up together, placing tiny kisses from time to time, Kurt on Blaine's chest and Blaine on Kurt's hair. There was no talk about work or any other obligations. Even though there was no need to fill the silence, if he felt up to it, Blaine would humm a mindless tune, making Kurt's cheek vibrate and his chest to warm up from a sudden burst of love.
It was Blaine who spoke first, “You know what I miss too? Date nights.”
If Kurt's memory served him correctly, they had their last date almost a month ago, before everything at their jobs went crazy. That evening was lovely, they went to see an incredible play Off-Broadway and then they had dinner at a little Italian restaurant that served the most amazing ravioli of all NYC.
“We should go out tomorrow, don’t you think?” Blaine's voice was soft and daydream-y “I’m thinking a movie and some tacos in that Mexican place you love so much?”
Kurt moved his head so his chin was propped up Blaine’s chest and gave him the biggest smile, “Yes, please.”
Blaine couldn’t resist and leaned in for a kiss, “I love you so much.” he whispered into Kurt's lips after they parted. In that moment they both felt like the luckiest man in the world.