A/N: Prompted to write something about Klaine carving pumpkins involving Pippa Middleton and both boys being completely terrible at the whole pumpkin carving thing.
"I swear I am just going to stab this pumpkin to death."
Blaine looked up from his where he was still meticulously scooping the seeds out of his own pumpkin and quirked an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Technically… It's already dead. They did detach it from its pumpkin vine and all, so…"
Kurt picked his head up and glared at Blaine. He straightened from being bent over the pumpkin and placed a hand on his hip, increasing the intensity of his glare. "Don't make me come over there and carve you, sweetheart."
"Kinky, but I don't think I'm into that." Blaine scrunched his nose and smiled, walking over to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist. "What were you trying for anyway?"
"Pippa Middleton. Duh, Blaine. But I just couldn't…. Her nose just wouldn't cooperate and don't even get me started on her mouth, for the love of God." Kurt sighed in exasperation and stabbed his knife into the side of the pumpkin's lopsided mouth. Blaine closed his hand over the orange handle and cocked his head to one side, eyeing the pumpkin contemplatively.
"You know, maybe if I just…" Blaine tugged the knife to the right slightly, ripping an even larger gash into the side of the pumpkin's mouth. "Umm… Oops?"
"Yeah, oops." Kurt grabbed the knife away from Blaine, and flung it away into the middle of the newspaper covered table top. "You know, now it sort of looks like The Joker… Just a bit."
Blaine touched a fingertip to the pumpkin's mouth gash, tracing the line lightly. "Why so serious? But I can approve. Heath Ledger was quite the hottie."