Thunder boomed and lightning flashed outside the Hummel household. Kurt and Blaine were snuggled up in Kurt's bed watching "Chicago," all alone in the house. Suddenly, the television went blank and all the lights went out. Kurt jumped slightly in Blaine's arms. "It's okay Kurt, the power just went out. I'm going to go see if I can get it back on. Do you know where the fuse box is?" Blaine asked.
"…the what?" Kurt asked. Blaine half sighed-half laughed and hopped out of bed and went down the stairs, closely followed by Kurt, who was using his phone as a flash light. They made their way to the garage, where Blaine found the fuse box. He went to work, flipping switches on and off until he found the one labeled "generator." Meanwhile, Kurt studied the intricate wiring going in and out of the box. With one last flip of a switch, the garage and the rest of the house lit back up. Kurt was speechless. "Now where did a man who reads Vogue learn how to do that?" Kurt asked Blaine as they made their way back to Kurt's room.
"My dad taught me. The whole electronics thing was a phase of him trying to de-gay me," Blaine sighed and Kurt nodded.
"My hero," Kurt sighed, fluttering his eyelashes. Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt on his forehead. They settled back into Kurt's bed and finished their movie, the sound of the storm lulling in the background.