The basement of Blaine's huge house was not a place often visited. It was dark, dusty and held all of the Anderson's discarded junk accumulated over the years. Blaine had mentioned a record player that was hidden down there and Kurt had jumped on the opportunity to try and fix it up and listen to some old Frank Sinatra records. The two boys carefully made their way down the creaky steps into the dark basement. Blaine pulled the string that turned on the solitary light that barely illuminated the basement. After about five minutes of carefully shifting around boxes, Blaine came across the record player. He carefully picked it up and a huge cockroach scurried out from underneath. Blaine squealed and almost dropped the record player. "Oh don't tell me you're afraid of that little guy!" Kurt laughed. He grabbed a paper towel and gently scooped up the cockroach.
"Those things are filthy! How can you bear to touch it?" Blaine exclaimed.
"In second grade, my teacher had these exotic, huge cockroaches that she kept in the room as pets," Kurt explained.
"How charming…" Blaine said.
"I haven't been afraid of them since then. I've always just thought of them as regular creatures." After careful examination of the record player to make sure it was cockroach free, Blaine lugged the huge machine up the stairs and Kurt cradled the bug. Kurt then released the bug outside to "be with its family."