bad day (a Jane/Kurt drabble)
It was one of those days. The days when nothing was going right. And it wasn’t the big things. Those had been fine. They’d cracked a tattoo and got the suspect in with no trouble at all.
But still, all Jane wanted was for that day to end. First, they woke up to the coffee machine at home for some reason refusing to work and the neighbor upstairs informing them there’s a burst pipe in his apartment that might start leaking into theirs. Then, the barista had gotten her order wrong. And after waiting another fifteen minutes, she finally walked out of the coffee shop only for some teen with his eyes glued to his phone to walk straight into her and spill everything on her clothes. And after that, she got her thumb caught in the lock of her locker as she tried to open it to grab a change of clothes and now had a blister that she swore was more painful than any injury she’d ever suffered.
And that had all been before 8am.
The day only got worse after that.
For thirty minutes, she was on the verge of tears when she misplaced her ring in the ladies’ room. And things just kept piling on after that. Small, insignificant things that had her sulking by the end of the day.
Kurt had suggested she go take a shower once they got home and promised her he’d take care of dinner. She took a long shower, hoping the spray of warm water and the sound of it would make everything just disappear.
And it almost did, until while she was stepping out, she kicked her little toe against the edge of the shower.
She walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel with silent tears streaming down her face.
And then, the tears only got worse when she saw what Kurt had done.
In the dining room, he’d set up the table with candles and what looked exactly like the table setting from their little place in Venice - the place where he’d proposed. And cooking, she could smell her favorite vegan lasagna.
He walked up to her carrying two wine glasses, and a sweet smile on his face. He handed her the glasses and gently kissed her cheek, wiping away the tears.
“You’re going to be ok,” he whispered as he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her.