Chapter Text
[1 Month Later]
Kurt walked into the Gracenote Café with some fresh flowers for the café’s table décor, set up his things on an empty table in the corner, then began collecting the vases from the other tables. He had just turned around to get a pitcher of water from the counter, when he bumped into Blaine. He startled, put his hand over his heart in shock, then sighed in relief when he realized who it was. “You scared the crap out of me. Where did you even come from?”
Blaine laughed lightly at Kurt’s reaction. He then got a sly grin on his face as he subtly motioned his head toward the front counter. “One of my spies texted me that you were in the café. I was around the corner in the music store, and I wasn’t busy, so I came by to say hi.” He then greeted Kurt with a chaste kiss on his lips. “What brings you here?”
“I’m replacing your table décor with fresh flowers; what does it look like I’m doing?”
“Oh, I didn’t realize that was scheduled for today,” Blaine replied. “Are you in a rush to get back to the shop?”
“No, they aren’t expecting me back for a few more hours. I’m actually supposed to go to lunch as soon as I’m done here. You’re welcome to join me, unless you’ve got work to do?”
“I would love to join you. I don’t have any more lessons today, so my calendar is completely free.” He looked around the table, and asked, “Can I do anything to help speed things up for you here, so you can take your break faster?”
“Sure. If you want to help, these vases need to be rinsed out, and I need a pitcher of fresh water. Do you want to do that for me while I separate and trim the flowers?”
“My pleasure.” Blaine then borrowed a service tray from behind the counter and brought all the vases to the back to be washed. He returned a few minutes later with everything Kurt requested, and a look of disbelief on his face. “I am so sorry that took so long. One of my employees… When I went to get the fresh water, I saw the new barista trainee…he was…” Blaine shuddered, “god, it pains me to say this…but he was…making tea…for a customer…in the microwave.”
Kurt gasped loudly, as he looked at Blaine in horror, covering his mouth in shock. “No!”
“Thankfully I managed to stop him before the cup made it to the counter, then I remade the drink myself. I can’t serve my customers…that; they expect quality products and services from this place.”
“Did someone here tell him to do it that way?”
“No, thank god,” he replied, relieved. “When I asked him who showed him how to make it like that, he told me his mother did. So I made sure he knew that, due to café regulations, we have to make it differently here. Then I asked Annalise to show him how it’s supposed to be made.” He took another breath to center himself, then looked at Kurt apologetically. “But you didn’t come here to listen to me complain, so let’s get to work.”
As soon as they finished refreshing all the centerpieces, Kurt and Blaine ordered some food and drinks from the café, then returned to their corner table to eat and chat. “Unless I’m mistaken, you’re not working tomorrow, are you?” Blaine asked. “Do you have any plans at all?”
“No, I am completely free tomorrow. Why? Did you have something in mind?”
“Well, since I’m also not working, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house for a home cooked dinner tonight, and then maybe spend the night there? And tomorrow…we could sleep-in? And spend the afternoon together – go to a museum, see a movie, have a picnic in the park?”
“Ooh, romance with a side of eroticism? Yes, please; that sounds amazing. What time should I arrive at your place?”
“How about 7 o’clock?”
Kurt smiled and nodded. “I’ll be there.”
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Blaine opened the front door and greeted Kurt with a soft kiss. “Come on in. Dinner is almost ready.” The two of them walked upstairs, Kurt placed his overnight bag in Blaine’s bedroom, while Blaine went to the kitchen to check on their dinner.
“Whatever you are cooking, it smells amazing,” Kurt said, walking into the kitchen.
“Thank you. It’s roasted chicken and potatoes,” he said, removing the food from the oven. “And I made chocolate lava cake for dessert.”
Kurt grabbed a couple of glasses out of the cabinet and poured their drinks while Blaine portioned out their servings and brought the food to the table. The two men then sat down to enjoy their meal together.
Throughout their dinner and the following evening, Kurt and Blaine talked about their pasts, their families, their aspirations for the future, and other personal topics, learning more about one another and enjoying each other’s company.
Shortly after falling asleep for the evening, Kurt awoke to use the restroom. When he returned to Blaine’s room, he carefully slid under the covers, trying not to disturb Blaine’s sleep. As he laid back down, Blaine snuggled into his side, making a soft hum of contentment.
Kurt looked at him and smiled, while gently brushing a strand of hair off Blaine’s forehead. “I love you,” Kurt whispered, staring at him adoringly.
Blaine turned his head and placed a soft kiss on Kurt’s sternum before reciprocating the sentiment. “I love you too,” he replied, sleepily.
Kurt startled, looking at Blaine in shock. “You’re awake?”
Blaine peeked up at him with a confused expression. “You thought I was asleep?”
“Yes, of course I did.”
Blaine sat up slightly and turned on his side to face Kurt, feeling slightly more awake. “If you thought I was asleep, then why did you choose now to tell me that you love me? Considering that we’ve never said those words to each other before, I would think you’d want me to be conscious the first time you say them to me.”
“I didn’t intentionally say the words out loud. They just slipped out while I was admiring how peaceful and relaxed you looked when I thought you were asleep.” Kurt then hurried to add, “I meant what I said though; I just didn’t mean to say it aloud…if that makes sense?”
Blaine nodded and placed a soft kiss on Kurt’s lips. “It makes sense. But I’m glad you did say it. And I’m glad I heard it. Because I feel the same way. I’ve been wanting to say those words to you all night. But I kept stopping myself because I wasn’t sure if you were there yet, and I didn’t want to scare you away because you thought I was moving too fast.”
“You really need to stop doubting my feelings for you,” Kurt replied, playfully. His expression turned bashful, then he added, “But I have to say, I’m relieved to know that you feel the same.”
“How could I not? You’re smart,” he paused to place a brief kiss on Kurt’s lips, “sexy,” he placed another kiss on Kurt’s jaw, “compassionate,” he placed a kiss on Kurt’s neck, “confident,” he said, then kissed Kurt’s neck again. He continued to list things he liked about Kurt, placing a kiss on him in between each one.
Kurt moaned Blaine’s name, arching his back, trying to get closer to him.
Blaine paused what he was doing, looking at Kurt adoringly. “Yes, my love?” he asked, innocently.
“You know how easily I get turned on when you kiss my neck like that.”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“What would you like me to do?”
“I want you to take that pretty little mouth of yours and use it to fix the problem you created.”
“I can do that.” He kissed his way down Kurt’s torso, pausing when he reached Kurt’s hips. He began to teasingly play with the waistband of Kurt’s pajama pants, then looked up at him with a sly grin. “I just need to hear those three little words again first.”
“I love you. Now suck me off. Please,” Kurt whined, desperately.
Blaine placed a small kiss on Kurt’s abdomen, then replied. “I love you too.” He then quickly followed through with Kurt’s request.
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[3 More Months Later]
Blaine let himself into the flower shop around 7 am, hoping to speak with Kurt before the store opened for the day. As he walked into the back room where Kurt was preparing a few orders to be picked up, Kurt looked up at him and smiled brightly.
“I had a feeling you would be stopping by here this morning,” Kurt said, chuckling to himself.
“You did? Why?”
Kurt gave him a confused look, pulling Blaine’s phone out of his apron pocket. “To pick up your phone? You left it at my place last night. I found it on my bedroom floor shortly after you left. It must have fallen out of your pants pocket. I figured you’d be here first thing in the morning to come pick it up. Isn’t that why you’re here?”
Blaine looked at him in shock before taking the phone from him. “I didn’t even realize it was missing.” He quickly checked his satchel, then sighed in defeat, pulling out an empty phone case and showing it to him. “I recently bought a new phone case, but I haven’t gotten around to swapping it out yet. I must have absent-mindedly grabbed the empty case off my desk and put it in my bag, thinking it was my actual phone. I can’t believe I did that. Thank you. I would have been so lost without this today.”
“If you didn’t come here to pick up your phone, what brings you to the shop this early in the morning? Don’t you have to give lessons at Gracenote today?”
“My first lesson isn’t until 9:00,” he replied. “And I actually came by because I have some business propositions to discuss with you.”
“You do? You didn’t mention anything about that last night? Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine,” Blaine reassured him. He smirked as he gave his boyfriend a once-over. “And I was a little preoccupied last night. It’s a little difficult to focus on work when you… Well, I probably shouldn’t finish that sentence while Ryleigh is within earshot.”
“Thank you for that,” Ryleigh said, walking past him to retrieve some floral foam from the supply closet. “I appreciate you censoring yourself. You guys are a cute couple and all, but there are just some things a girl does not need to know about her bosses.”
Kurt let out a soft chuckle as he shook his head and rolled his eyes. He looked back over at Blaine, and continued, “Point taken. So, what was it that you wanted to talk about? Do we need to go to the office for this? Or can we talk while I put these orders together?”
“We can stay here, that’s fine. So, I wanted to let you know that I’ve actually been in contact with a couple of local businesses about a potential partnership with our shop that I think could really help out our business. One is a high-end French restaurant called Lemaire. The other is a small boutique called Artisan Aromas that sells handcrafted candles and soaps.
“The partnership with Lemaire would have us providing floral centerpieces for their tables – like we do with my café. They would buy the centerpieces from us at a discounted rate, and once a week, we would deliver new arrangements and set them up on the dining tables in their restaurant – delivery and set-up fees included in the overall contract price of course. And in return, they would advertise the flower shop on their website and on all their social media accounts. They’ve even agreed to keep a small ‘vase’ full of our new flower-shaped business cards at their host stand for their customers to take.
“The partnership with Artisan Aromas would have us providing flowers that the company would use as ingredients in their scented candles and soaps. They would also receive a small discount on their bulk orders. As part of our partnership, we would sell some of their sample-sized products that use our botanical ingredients for them in our store, and we’d actually get a small percentage of the profits from those sales as well. Both of their products complement flowers fairly well, so they shouldn’t be too difficult to sell. And of course, both of our companies would use our social media platforms to advertise the other,” Blaine concluded.
“That all sounds great,” Kurt replied. “And it seems like you’ve got all the details worked out too, so what do you need from me?”
“Well, you are the Store Manager… I wanted to check-in with you and see if you had any questions or concerns about the partnerships. And I wanted to make sure that you didn’t have any objections or modifications that you wanted made to the agreements before they are finalized. I brought written copies of the proposed agreements with me that you can look over if you want to examine the finer details.”
“Yeah, sure, I can look over the agreements. When do you need an answer by?”
“Preferably before the end of tomorrow, if that’s okay?”
“That should be plenty of time,” he agreed. “You should probably just leave the paperwork on my desk though, so I don’t accidentally lose or damage it. I’d hate for it to get mixed-in with the floral paper and wind-up as part of a customer’s bouquet, or accidentally get flower dye all over it.”
Blaine smiled and nodded. “No problem. Oh! I also wanted to ask you if you are free tomorrow around 3 pm?”
“I’m working until 2 o’clock, so yeah, I’m free. Why? What do you have planned?”
“Well, now that the renovations upstairs in the top-floor apartment are finally done, I listed it for rent. And I have a real estate agent that wants to do a few showings to a couple of potential renters tomorrow afternoon. I didn’t know if you wanted to help me vet them since you’ll have to live in the same building as them. I don’t want you to have to live in close proximity to someone that might look good on paper but makes you uncomfortable in person.”
“Ooh, I get to choose my new neighbors? Nice! Sounds fun. Count me in.”
Blaine laughed lightheartedly. “Okay, well, I should probably get to work. I’ll put that paperwork on your desk, and I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Okay.” Kurt stepped around to the other side of the workstation to give Blaine a kiss goodbye. “I’ll call you tonight. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
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[3 More Months Later]
Blaine sat in his home office, going over the flower shop’s records for the month, smiling at the figures on his screen. He quickly checked the time, noticing that it was just before 8 pm, and decided to give Kurt a call.
“Hey there, handsome,” Kurt answered.
“Hi, are you busy right now?”
“Nope. I’m just sitting here in my apartment all alone, watching a movie…all alone.”
“Are you trying to hint at something? Did we have plans that I forgot about?”
Kurt laughed lightly. “No, we didn’t have any plans. I was just trying to subtly imply that maybe we should have plans since I’m obviously not doing anything.”
“Oh. Well, since I’m calling you with good news, maybe we can go somewhere or do something to celebrate?”
“What are we celebrating?” he asked, enthusiastically.
“Well, I know that you’ve been wondering for a while about how the flower shop has been doing financially, and I haven’t really had any definitive answers for you. And despite the fact that I said I’d know more in about six months, and it’s been a little over eight months since I told you that, I didn’t want to say anything sooner because I didn’t want to prematurely get your hopes up. But there has been a small but steady uptick in business over the past few months. At first, it was a gradual increase, but the past two months have shown a significant surge in sales; in fact, the sales have continued to go up even after Mother’s Day had passed. All of the promotion, partnerships, and minor procedural changes are really starting to pay off. Looking at the numbers for this current month… We actually made a profit – and not just a small profit either, a sizeable one; for the first time in a long time, the store is back in the black.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“So we won’t be forced to close at all?” Kurt asked, hopefully.
“As long as we continue this upward trend – or even if we plateau right where we currently are – then no; we won’t have to close, and the store can remain open and in business,” Blaine told him. “I do want to keep an eye on the sales for a few more months though before we get too comfortable – just to make sure that we aren’t dealt any serious blows – but I think it’s safe to say that 44th Street Flowers isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Thank god. Am I allowed to tell the others? Or did you want to wait? Just in case there is a dip in sales or something?”
“You can let them know. With the way the sales have been steadily increasing every month – especially after we were finally able to add the online order form to the website last month – and the fact that we just secured another partnership contract with another local restaurant a few days ago, I think we’re in good shape,” he replied. “And I’m sure that the others will all be just as relieved as you are about the news, but could you wait until tomorrow to let them know? That way, the two of us can have a private celebration tonight, without interruption?”
“I like that idea. So now that I know what we are celebrating, I guess the next question is how are we celebrating? And please don’t say ‘going to a restaurant’, because I’ve already eaten dinner.”
“Well, there is a late-night harbor cruise that I’ve been wanting to take you on, if you’re interested? It’s an hour-and-a-half long; and we’d just sit back, drink wine, and enjoy all of the city lights, while cruising around the harbor – going past the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, and the Brooklyn Bridge. We can sit inside the cabin or hang out on the deck; there’s also live entertainment aboard the cruise as well.”
“That sounds incredible! It’s already 8 o’clock though. What time does the cruise begin and where does it leave from? Do we have enough time to get tickets and get there before the boat departs?”
“It leaves from the Chelsea Pier just after 9:30, so we have plenty of time,” Blaine told him. “And after the cruise, we could continue our celebration at my house; I’m sure we could find something to entertain ourselves with here.”
“I’m sure we can,” he replied, flirtatiously.
“I’ll buy the tickets now and meet you at your place in fifteen minutes? Then we can head over to the pier together; sound good?”
“That should give me just enough time to change my outfit into something more presentable.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
“Looking forward to it.”
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[6 More Months Later]
Kurt grabbed his tray of coffees and bouquet of flowers from the barista, smiling and thanking her politely. He took the items from the café into the music store, then began looking around for Blaine. Standing near the front counter, looking through the glass wall into the soundproof practice rooms, Kurt saw that Blaine was still with a student giving a piano lesson.
“His lesson should be over any minute now,” Duncan, Gracenote’s Store Manager, said, walking over to him. He gave Kurt a cautious look then added, “You’re usually a lot more chipper when you come visit him. Is everything okay?”
“Not really. I have to give him some bad news. I’m hoping the coffee and flowers will help lessen the blow.”
“Is it something serious?” Duncan asked, anxiously. “Or is it personal? If it’s none of my business, you don’t have to answer.”
“It’s nothing like that. I just need him to sign-off on a very expensive and necessary repair at the flower shop.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be too worried about that. Blaine is very adept at handling things of that nature. He’s not the type of person to lose his cool over something like that – not unless the item was purposefully and maliciously broken.”
“Thankfully, it’s just normal wear and tear.”
“Then you should be good.” Duncan gestured toward the practice rooms and gave Kurt a pat on the shoulder. “Looks like his lesson just ended. Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Kurt replied. He walked over to Blaine, watching as Blaine said goodbye to his student. Once Blaine was alone, Kurt offered him the flowers and held out the tray for him to take his coffee. “I come bearing gifts.”
Blaine smiled bashfully as he took the bouquet and coffee, then inhaled the scent of the flowers before looking over at Kurt critically. “Not that I don’t appreciate the flowers and coffee, but why do I get the feeling you’re trying to butter me up?” He paused for a beat, sighed, and said, “Let me guess, the repair technician was finally able to come by the shop today, and he didn’t have good news.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yes.” He gestured toward his office, then added, “Let’s take this conversation somewhere a little more private.” Once they were in the office, Blaine greeted Kurt properly with a warm, affectionate kiss. He then placed the bouquet on his desk and took a sip of his drink as he and Kurt sat down next to each other. “So what’s going on?”
“Well, as you know, I had to call a repair tech to look at the walk-in cooler in the back room. But apparently the problem is worse than we thought. It’s going to cost three times the amount we anticipated. It’s also going to take at least two weeks to get the parts in before he can even start the repairs. And unless I’ve overlooked something, the repairs that are needed aren’t covered by the warranty or our insurance – like we assumed they would be – because Iris purchased the cooler secondhand.”
Blaine closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath. He looked back over at Kurt, and replied, “The cost is unfortunate, but we have to do it, right? The store can’t function without that cooler, can it? And there’s no way for the technician to put a rush order on the parts? So we can get it working faster?”
“No. And we’re already running out of room in the smaller coolers to hold all the orders while this thing is on the fritz.” Kurt hesitated for a moment, then added, “But there might be another way.”
“Such as…?”
“We can replace the entire cooler with a brand-new one. It will cost about double the repair quote, but we can get it delivered, installed, and operational within two days. And with it being brand-new we most likely won’t have to worry about it breaking down on us anytime soon. Plus, with the company that I was looking at, the warranty on the new ones actually covers the parts that need to be repaired on our current one; so if our new one breaks down, we won’t be stuck paying out-of-pocket for expensive repairs.”
“Alright. That seems like the better plan. We’ll just do that then. Go ahead and place the order on whichever one you think works best for the store’s needs. We’ll also need to look into getting the old one removed before the new one arrives.”
Kurt gave Blaine an apprehensive look. “Um…Not that I’m not grateful for this decision, but…are you sure? It’s a lot of money, and you barely even considered the options before deciding.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Like you said, the walk-in that we have now was purchased secondhand – which is something that I was not aware of until just now – so we’re probably overdue for a replacement anyway. Besides, who’s to say that after the current one gets repaired, that – due to its age – something else won’t break on it next month, and put us right back in this same position? Paying more upfront for an updated model that will hopefully last longer and have better warranty coverage for future repairs is worth it in the long run. Not to mention, I’d rather the store have a working cooler in two days, than two weeks. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, I would; I just wasn’t sure you’d agree to the cost so easily. And don’t worry about the old cooler. The company that I was looking at for the new one will uninstall, remove, and recycle our old one for a small additional fee.”
“Even better! So, yeah, order what you need.”
“I can’t,” Kurt replied, incredulously.
Blaine looked at Kurt with a confused expression. “Why not?”
“Because I’m just the Store Manager, not the owner. You need to place the order. Not only because you’re the only one with access to the money to pay for it, but because you’re the only one authorized to sign-off on something like that.”
A look of understanding arose on Blaine’s face. “Ah, okay; so show me exactly what you need, and we’ll order it now.”
Kurt showed Blaine the company’s website, discussed the features, sizes, and prices, as well as other pros and cons of a few different models with him before the two of them settled on a specific unit. Blaine then called a representative to place the order and schedule the removal of their existing cooler as well as delivery and installation of the new one.
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The next day, Blaine stopped by the flower shop, just before closing time, looking for Kurt. He approached Kurt as he was tidying-up the wrapping station. “Hey. Do you have a minute to talk in the office?”
Kurt looked at him apprehensively. “Is everything okay?”
“You really need to stop asking me that every time I stop by the store unannounced,” Blaine teased.
“Okay, yeah, you’re right. Sorry. The store is technically still open for another fifteen minutes, so let me just alert Felicia I’m leaving the sales floor.”
Blaine nodded at him, then headed for the office.
When Kurt joined him, he took a seat at his desk and gave Blaine an inquisitive look. “Well then, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Well, I spoke with my lawyer this morning,” Blaine began.
Kurt quickly cut him off before he could say anything further. “Lawyer? What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down,” Blaine said, soothingly. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Are you sure? Lawyers usually mean something bad has happened.”
“I’m positive. Nothing is wrong. I just needed him to draw-up a few legal documents for me.”
Kurt took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. What about?”
“I’m getting there. If you would stop cutting me off, I could explain.” He paused to see if Kurt would interject, then continued, “After you left Gracenote yesterday, I thought a lot about what we discussed. And I wanted to do something to change that.”
“Change what? The order for the walk-in? It’s getting delivered tomorrow. You want to swap it for a different model?”
“No. I want to change what you can and cannot authorize as far as this store is concerned,” Blaine gently corrected. “You’re the one that runs this store, not me. And you know so much more about it than I could ever hope to know. You know all the ins and outs about the products and equipment, as well as all of the vendors and contractors. You know what this store does and does not need, and which companies you should or should not buy from. All I really know is the marketing, advertising, bookkeeping, and a few other corporate administrative tasks – you know, everything I went to Business School for, and none of the stuff that deals with the specific type of business this is, which is usually the opposite of how that normally happens.
“But anyway, my point is, I wanted to offer you partial ownership of the store. That way, you have the authorization needed to acquire the necessary tools and services to do your job without having to run everything past me first; although, I would prefer to at least be consulted when it comes to the bigger expenses or extreme changes. But you’d have the ability to sign-off on these types of things yourself, in case I’m too busy or too unfamiliar with what needs to be done.”
Kurt stared at him dumbfounded for a moment before asking, “When you say ‘offer partial ownership’, what exactly does that mean?”
“It means, for the low, low price of one dollar, you can have a 50% controlling interest in this company. We would be equal partners. I would still handle all of the bureaucratic and administrative tasks, like I do now, but you’d have a little more freedom with how the store is run internally. For example, if you notice a drastic decrease in the quality of a product, or there’s a considerable increase in price from one of the vendors, you’d be able to change vendors without my approval. If you wanted to rearrange the layout of the store, you could go ahead and do that. If there is some sort of procedural method or store policy – like the way the store takes orders, how much we charge for something, how deliveries are scheduled, or something similar – that you believe you can improve upon, you can make those changes,” Blaine explained. “However, becoming part owner means you’d also have to switch over from an hourly wage to a salary income, but you’d be making more money, so I don’t think that will be too much of a problem for you.”
“Wow…” Kurt said, processing what Blaine had just told him. “Let me get this straight, you want to sell me half of the company for a dollar? Did I hear that right?”
“Yes. Unfortunately, due to a bunch of laws that I don’t really understand, I can’t legally give you half the company without going through a bunch of red tape and other regulatory channels that would cost me thousands upon thousands of dollars; however, we can bypass all of that if you are willing to purchase half of the company from me for a certain percentage of my initial purchase price. And since I didn’t buy the store, I inherited it – and I’ve already recouped my personal investment from trying to get the store out of the red – my initial purchase price was zero; but in order for it to be a legal acquisition, we have to round up the sale price to the nearest dollar. So, yes, I can legally sell you half of the company for one dollar.”
“Now, is the physical store included in this? Or…?”
“No. I would still own the entire building, including the physical store. You’d just own 50% of the business as well as 50% of everything in the store and the greenhouse.”
“So you’d still be my landlord, and I’d still have to pay you the same amount of rent every month? No discount for being a partial owner?”
“Sorry. That part would remain the same… Unless you decide to move out.”
Kurt arched an eyebrow, looking at Blaine suspiciously. “And where would I live if I did that?”
“Well, you could always live with me at my house?” Blaine suggested.
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” he asked, curiously, smirking at Blaine.
“Yes. I didn’t mean to ask like that – I had planned to ask you in a much more heartfelt and dignified way – but then you mentioned continuing to live in your apartment, and I kinda asked without thinking first. But I was planning to ask you. It’s just, we’ve been together for a year, so I thought –”
Kurt cut him off with a quick kiss and a bright smile. “Yes.”
“Yes? What…what are you saying yes to? The store, or…?”
“Both. Yes, I will be your business partner. And yes, I will move in with you.”
Blaine excitedly pulled Kurt in for a deep, passionate kiss. “I love you. We just need to stop by the lawyer’s office tomorrow to sign the paperwork and make everything official.”
“Official,” Kurt repeated, wistfully. “I like the way that sounds.”