Klaus danced around the apartment, cuddling a large fluffy cat in his arms, the smell of cookies flooding his senses. He had finally made it. He was happy. He heard the door open and turned to greet the person there. Dave. His husband. He loved saying those words. His husband. It may not be legally binding, since that wouldn't come for a few more decades, but it was binding in every way that mattered to them.

Dave had a giant grin on his face as he walked towards Klaus, reaching out to pull him into his arms. He kissed him gently before twirling him around the room, their rings glinting in the lamp light.

"I swear, I will never understand how intuitive you are, deciding to pack before it was even approved."

Klaus gasped. "We got it?"

"We got it! Our very own house! A few acres of land, a porch, and a fireplace to cuddle in front of. Everything we wanted, and we can move in tonight!" He dangled the keys in front of his lovers eyes.

Klaus grasped onto the front of Dave's shirt and yanked him in for another kiss, firmer this time, celebratory. He grinned against the other's lips and whispered, "good thing I already packed then, huh, soldier boy?"

"A very good thing, love. We can put the mattress in the truck, and have the movers come tomorrow for the rest of the furniture. Would you go grab the bags while I take care of that?"

"Of course, darling! Anything for you." Klaus went to grab the suitcases, and saw the briefcase sitting next to them. Did he want to bring it? It would always be a reminder of what he left behind. He shrugged and grabbed it. He'd keep it safe, and put it somewhere in the house it could be remembered.

"Klaus! I have the mattress strapped in, are you ready to go?" Klaus ran out to meet him, suitcase and briefcase in hand. He didn't see Dave walking through the door until it was too late. He put his hand out out to catch himself, forgetting the briefcase that was in his hand. It slammed into Dave's chest and popped open, with a flash of blue light, they were gone.