Prompt: voiceover - "It's hard to say what happened exactly. For the most part, it depends on who you ask. There are as many sides to a story as there are pairs of eyes. It's always been that way. One of those sides must be closer to the truth, but we'll never know which one" - 'Everwood'
Blaine looked around the choir room at the rest of his teammates. They may have just won Nationals but looking around the group, they sure didn't look like champions. With the exception of him and Kurt, everyone was covered in some type of food or liquid from the food fight that had broken out on the bus ten minutes before the end of their trip home.
As he had been sitting in the front seat behind the bus driver, Blaine had no idea who started the food fight let alone why. He couldn't even tell you who got hit first though the first sound of disgust had definitely come from one of the girls. While Kurt had immediately drawn his jacket up over his head and ducked down behind the seat, Blaine had risked a look over the back of the seat to see a bounce of Finn's head and then hit the window. That had been enough for him, and he ducked back down, pulling the hood of his hoodie up.
As the pandemonium had continued behind him, Mr. Schue getting up from the seat across from the to restore order, Blaine had decided to make the most of it, Leaning over and ducking his head under the jacket that Kurt was hiding under, he had kissed his boyfriend, something that neither of them risked doing in public.
"Would someone like to tell me who threw the first food item?" Mr. Schuester asked, white cream and what looked like peanut butter still visible in his hair, as he stood in front of the room.
Several people started speaking at one time, each person having something slightly different to say. Blaine had to smile at the sight. He had a feeling that Mr. Schue was never going to get an accurate picture of what had transpired as everyone seemed to recall things slightly differently. Deciding whose version of events was correct was going to be a difficult job.
Whoever was responsible for starting it, Blaine was grateful to them because no matter how long Mr. Schue kept them here, trying to sort things out, it had been totally worth it to be able to steal a few kisses from his boyfriend.