You need a light; I'd find a match.
It was Kurt's birthday, and as usual, the Twins were getting down to business setting everything into party-mode.
Reed wanted to do something special for his best friend. Even though he had already gotten him that Alexander McQueen jacket he'd been admiring in a magazine for a while, Reed wanted to make something to add to his present. After trying to convince the entire house to let him use the kitchen, he still was banned. Charlie had even posted up a sign on the kitchen island: Reed Van Kamp Is Not Allowed Beyond This Point. To which several scribbled Sorry Reeds had been added around the sign.
While he was allowed to use the kitchen with help, Reed said he wanted to do this by himself. Defeated, he had gotten a cupcake from the bakery instead. The only thing he needed now was a match to light the candle.
Normally, he'd ask Blaine for these kinds of things. Except, the White Rabbit was currently off-campus making sure the Alice would be properly surprised when they returned.
For a moment he thought of asking Dwight. Until figured that the White Knight would have some sort of panic attack and think that Reed would be exorcising something.
He concluded that the easiest way to get a match or a lighter was to just yell into the hallway.
"Does anyone have a match? I need to light a candle!" he heard some sort of commotion from the common room.
Said commotion was coming from Shane Anderson.
"Let me give it!" he pleaded.
"Why? So he can give you a token of his gratitude?" Wes scoffed.
"From his lips, in particular?" David added, earning a high-five from Wes.
The younger Anderson tried to ignore them, but blushed a deep red.
"Let the Little Bat give the match," Evan said nonchalant.
"He might get something out of it," Ethan nodded.
"You know, instead of stalking him from across the hall," Evan snickered.
"I do not stalk him!" Shane argued.
"Sure you don't," the four boys said at the same time while rolling their eyes.
At that moment, Charlie had passed through the common room. He sighed in frustration. "Just give him the damn match box, guys."
Shane happily snatched the box from the twins and dashed up the stairs to run to Reed's room. The door was open, so he knocked on the doorframe.
"Need a light?" he sang to the tune of Light My Candle, aware that those were not the correct lyrics.
Reed turned around and smiled at Shane, who was entering the room. "You're such a dork," he blushed as he took the matchbox from the dancer.
He moved to the desk where the cupcake was, and attempted to strike the match. Only for it to snap in half, giving Reed a splinter. Shane frowned.
"Need help?" he asked.
Reed nodded and passed the box to Shane, who pulled out another match and struck it easily against the box and lit the candle. Once he was done, he held the match up to Reed motioning for him to blow it out.
The painter giggled and quickly blew out the flame.
"Thanks," he shuffled his feet on the carpet after Shane pulled out the splinter. The two were now positioned on the edge of Reed's bed.
"Anytime," he shrugged, absent-mindlessly kissing the back of Reed's hand. Realizing what he'd just done, he blushed. "Sorry. That was over-doing it. Sorry," he said, as he was about to get up.
"It's fine," Reed assured him, biting back a smile.
And you take me the way I am.