"Kurt, you can't do this to me!" Blaine pleaded, eyes frantic.
"I have to, Blaine" Kurt sighed heavily.
"What am I supposed to do? I'll - I'll have nothing!" Blaine dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around Kurt's shins and resting his head in his lap.
"This hurts me as much as it hurts you," Kurt said, running his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. "But you landed on Boardwalk." He reached over and grabbed the meager stack of bills, counting it quickly.
"19 dollars?" Kurt asked incredulously. "How do you only have 19 dollars and 5 mortgaged properties?"
"Shut up," Blaine muttered, pushing himself up and back into his chair, toying with the little metal dog and pouting. "I had a strategy. And now my puppy is homeless."
"No he's not," Kurt laughed, plucking the token from Blaine's fingers and setting it next to the hotel he'd built on Boardwalk during his last turn. "He can live in the hotel."
"Thanks," Blaine grinned, reminding Kurt of the little metal dog.
"Your strategy was terrible, by the way," Kurt said loftily, organizing the property cards with sharp taps against the table. "Mine was much better."
"And what was yours?" Blaine asked as he gathered the loose pieces.
"Steal $100s from the bank every time you look away," Kurt shrugged, laughing as Blaine's jaw fell open in betrayal.