For a Glee Fluff Meme
Kurt walked back to his house on the way from French Club. After Blaine's continual insistence that it would look good on his college application, Kurt agreed to join as long as Blaine would come to his house to hang out afterwards.
Kurt shivered as it began to heavily snow. It had been way below freezing all week and the clouds had finally decided to let loose all the precipitation they had been holding in for the past two seasons (at least that's what Kurt liked to think; it had barely rained all summer).
He opened the screen door and tried the ornate knob. It was locked, so he dug around in his Marc by Marc Jacobs messenger bag. He found his key in the side pocket, along with his iPhone 4.
As he slid the key into the lock with a satisfying click, he remembered that he needed to call Blaine so he could come over.
He swung the door open and stormed (no pun intended) out of the stormy weather into the living room where...
Blaine was sitting on the couch with piles upon piles of laundry stacked on top of him as he watched a Buckeyes game.
Kurt gaped at him. "Um, Blaine... What are you doing?" He asked very slowly, as if speaking to a young child.
Blaine looked up at him, and then back to the game. "Watching the Buckeyes smoke Illini." He said simply, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world.
"No, I mean, what are you doing under a pile of clothes that, I might add, do not belong to you in any way." Kurt said, starting to get a little bit frustrated.
"What? They're still warm from the dryer! Don't judge me!" He cried.
"I have an idiot for a boyfriend," Kurt deadpanned. He was still not entirely sure how Blaine had managed to bring three loads worth of laundry upstairs and bury himself in them, but, hey, all's fair in love and war, right?