Kurt mumbles to himself a lot.

He'll be going through paperwork, or dicing up fruit—which is what he's doing now—or some other small task, and he'll be humming or speaking to himself, usually in German, as he goes.

Now, You have no clue what your boyfriend is talking to himself about, but you certainly find it cute.

you hand him the week-old pear from your rarely used fruit bowl for the salad he's making.

you buy all this fruit, and it always, always culminates in a big bowl of fruit salad.

he thanks you and continues dicing. you continue stirring the sauce for the pesto.

All is well in your little apartment.

the sun is setting outside, and it glows gold through the kitchen window, making Kurt's fur glisten like rich velvet.

Kurt hums cheerfully along to some tune that's running through his head, only to trail off when he feels your eyes on him.

He glances over and raises an eyebrow.

"What's the look for, Liebling?"