Sorry I didn't upload anything yesterday. I wanted to do so in the evening but I was just so dead tired I fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie and I slept through. I really am sorry and I try to avoid it happening again :) Anyway, here's another little dialogue. So have your fun with that. I'll upload another one today to make up for missing out yesterday, but I'm not sure when that one will be up (I'm spending the afternoon at my Grandma's and that can take a while...)

Tent

"Blaine, are you really sure this is a good idea?"

"Oh, come on, Kurt. You just don't want to go camping."

"Exactly. I mean, what's the point of living in a tent for a few days if you can have a solid house and sanitary facilities? And I can't even take any of my designer clothes with me because they'd all end up ruined."

"Then pack something that's not designer."

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"Kurt, you're not honestly telling me you don't own anything that's not either from Marc Jacobs or Alexander McQueen."

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"Seriously?"

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"Not even a pair of sweatpants or something?"

"Blaine, really. When have you ever seen me wearing sweatpants?"

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"See? And I can't sacrifice any of those."

"How do you even pay all those clothes? Your father owns a garage, not a bank."

"Well, that's where not having that many friends and prior to now no boyfriend came in handy. Plenty of time for work during the summer."

"And what did you do?"

"It's not performing at theme parks, but when I didn't help Dad in the garage I usually found something at the mall. Some people actually look for someone with fashion sense to sell their clothes."

"Let me guess: employee discount?"

"That, too. And I usually never got to see anyone from McKinley. Except for Mercedes, maybe."

"Doesn't sound too bad. But why did you spend your money on a tent if you hate camping so much?"

"Because Finn and Dad insist on taking me camping every now and then. And no matter what Dad says, I refuse to share a tent with Finn. I've had to endure sharing a room with him long enough to never want to repeat that experience, even if it's just for a few days. Carole paid half of it since she always shares with me when she comes along."

"Come on, it can't be that bad."

"Believe me, it is. I have no idea how they survive in there. Finn turns the cleanest place into a mess in a matter of seconds and Dad snores. None of them cleans up until Carole and I force them to get all that rubbish out of their tent. And they barely have space anyway, what with Finn's abnormal height and Dad not being an elf, either."

"I swear I'll behave myself and won't soil your tent. It'll be perfectly clean all the time, my clothes will be folded neatly and stay in my bag. And you know I don't take up that much room and I don't snore, either. So, please, can we go camping now?"

"If you want it so much. But remember, you owe me."

"Great! I'll just get the tent into the car and off we go. I promise we won't do anything that could possibly ruin your designer clothes, okay?"

"Okay. Even though I can't believe I'm doing that for you."

"I love you, too, Kurt."

"Dork. Be careful with the tent."

"Why? It's just a- No, Kurt. You didn't."

"What? Do I have to miss out on all kinds of comfort just because someone forces me to spend a few nights out in the wood?"

"Of course not. The question is: How did you even get your hands on a Burberry tent?"