“Sonnenschein, I’m home!”

Kurt’s voice rings out through the apartment as he closes and locks the door, mindful of the new ‘no teleporting’ rule that has been recently introduced after an unfortunate accident with a house plant. It’s been a bit of a process, learning to live with you. But things had started to settle down, and Kurt found himself genuinely content with something for the first time in a long time.

But it's worrying when you don’t immediately respond to him. Very worrying. Especially since you aren’t on your usual spot on the couch, or working on whatever project you’re currently focused on. No, you’re nowhere to be seen in the immediate vicinity. A noise from the kitchen pulls his attention, and he’s immediately relieved.

However, the sight of the actual kitchen makes him worried. It’s a mess. Flour all over the counter space, and you, hunched over a mixing bowl muttering something to yourself. Before he can object to the absolute damage that has become of their shared cooking space, something is plopped directly into his mouth.

A warm piece of banana bread.