"I don't understand why I have to write this dumb report," Kurt mumbled. He was laying on his stomach on his bed with his textbooks and a pen and a notebook in front of him. "Josef Stalin was a horrible person who just killed people. Why can't I write about someone nice who was moderately interesting?" Kurt asked.
"Because we have to learn from our mistakes. Stalin makes a mistake and by learning about the mistakes, history won't repeat itself," Blaine said from his perch on the bean bag chair in the corner where he was skimming his French notes.
"Listen to this. Josef Stalin was a dictator of Russia during World War II," Kurt said.
"Go on…" Blaine urged.
"That's all I have," Kurt sighed. Blaine laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Well you'll fail History if you don't do the reading," Blaine said. "Let me help you. I did an essay on Stalin when I was at Dalton last year. I think I remember some stuff," Blaine said, hopping up onto Kurt's bed, sending the textbook with all of the information onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Aren't you going to get that?" Kurt asked.
"Nah, it's better down there," Blaine said, leaning in for a kiss. Kurt just giggled and pushed his notebook onto the floor and out of their way.