Just a short-ish ramble-y thing for SpookyClaire. I hope I didn’t disappoint too much and this is sort of what you had in mind! :) Also Kurt suddenly decided he had a lot to say. A lot to say. So sorry about that.
“Blaine?” Kurt closed the front door with a loud click and placed his messenger bag slowly on a large wooden dresser situated to the right of the sliding pane, straining his ears for any sign of movement within the apartment. “Are you home?” There was a long pause before the muffled reply of his boyfriend staggered into his ears.
“Bedroom.” Kurt frowned slightly, covering the distance to the open door in a few steps. He stopped abruptly at the door frame, greeted with the almost comical sight of his boyfriend bent forward, towel drying his hair with so much determination small droplets of water were landing only centimetres away from Kurt‘s feet.
“Are you… OK?” Kurt finally managed to say as the initial surprise at the situation wore off.