Happiness

It is late. He had been held up at work (again) and he knows, as he runs from his car to the door, through the downpour, that he has missed dinner (again). Guilt is gnawing on his heart, tiredness weighing his bones while he walks up the stairs to the third floor. He holds the keychain tightly in his hand when turning the lock, hoping that the brief rustling will not wake anyone up. Rain drips from his coat and the tip of his nose onto the 'Welcome' mat. He struggles out of his shoes and steps further into the apartment; the kitchen is on his left. There is a plate neatly placed on top of the counter, carefully contained in plastic wrap. He would inspect it further if it was not for the soft murmurs of the television filtering in from the living room. The light from the screen changes and flashes rapidly upon the walls. He tip-toes closer, begging the wooden floor not to whine like it usually does. On the couch lies a still figure, buried beneath a blanket. Kurt is completely dressed underneath it; in sweatpants and a large jersey he once stole from him. A foot clad in a woolen sock peeks out upon one of the cushions. His cheeks are flushed from heat, but his delicate eyelids are closed. His chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm. A smile tugs at his lips and he steps forward, burying his fingers briefly in thick, unruly hair before his hand travels down to rest upon his forearm. Though, it is not until he is trying to squeeze himself onto the couch next to his husband that Kurt's heavy eyelids flutter; his long eyelashes charcoal black upon porcelain white skin.

"Noah…?" He murmurs sleepily.

"Hey, love," Noah replies in his gentlest of voices as he wraps his arms around Kurt to keep himself from falling to the floor. Kurt mimics the movement; heated palms automatically moving to embrace him. Noah catches a glimpse of blue before he closes his eyes again, as if too tired to keep them open.

"How was work?" He wonders, slightly swollen pink lips forming the words in a slur.

"Awful," he answers him truthfully.

Kurt chuckles sleepily.

"I was going to surprise you," he starts in a hushed tone. "With a romantic dinner, lit candles, your favorite food and some kinky post-dinner sex."

Noah's smile widens as Kurt smiles too.

"But then I got stuck in traffic. And then I got drenched in that godawful rain. And then this couch with some hot coco just looked so inviting… I'm sorry."

"'s alright," Noah murmurs, his hand resting upon the small of Kurt's back. "I'm happy staying right here."

A/N: Just a small little drabble to get this idea out of my head. Reviews are what makes the world keep spinning!

Lots of love,

Becka