Heat
"Oh my god, Blaine," whined Kurt. "Why on earth is it so hot in here?"
Blaine appeared in the kitchen, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. "No idea. I just got home, too."
Kurt swore, not too quietly. "I'm freaking melting here. How hot is it outside?"
"Almost a hundred degrees."
Kurt swore again. "Why isn't the air conditioning working?"
Blaine sighed silently. Kurt started getting cranky at eighty degrees, then grew more and more frustrated as the temperature went up. "I don't know, love. Why don't you get yourself some Ben and Jerry's while I try to figure it out?"
"Okay," muttered Kurt, defeated. He couldn't blame no one for the weather.
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