So make lots of noise, kiss lots of boys, or kiss lots of girls if that's something you're into.
Blaine stomped into the apartment, chucked his bag onto the floor, and sat on the couch with a big pout on his face.
Kurt, who was making dinner, studied him. "Bad day?" he asked after a minute.
"I hate my playwriting professor," Blaine said, not making eye contact with Blaine.
"What happened now?" Kurt asked.
Blaine complained constantly about this professor taking points off of his grades for trivial little things. "He hated my project," Blaine said.
Kurt sighed. He knew about the big play that Blaine had to write and how proud he was of the final product, he just never got to read it, but he doubted it was bad. "Well, what did you end up writing about?" he asked.
Blaine finally looked up. "I wrote a little two-person play about the day we met," Blaine said. "I think he might be a little homophobic, because he had some choice words about how 'inappropriate' my play was."
"I'm sorry," Kurt said.
"The rest of the class loved it. They thought it was sweet," Blaine said.
"Well then, if they liked it, you should just keep it the way it is. Who cares what he thinks! He shouldn't even judge your grades based on his personal preferences," Kurt said.
Blaine smiled. "You're right," he said.
"And plus, I'm in good with the dean. If your grade ends up being…something you don't deserve, I can get you an appointment with the dean within the hour," Kurt said. He went into the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine. "I think you need some of this tonight," he said, pouring Blaine a glass. They spent the night in each other's arms, watching movies and laughing.