"You can do it!" Blaine yelled into Kurt's ear. Kurt was wobbling on Blaine's bike, trying to make it move forward. The bike suddenly slipped out from under him and he had to catch himself. Kurt had attempted to learn how to ride a bike right before his mom's death, but obviously the Hummel family got distracted and the bicycling lessons never continued. The honor of teaching Kurt had now been passed onto Blaine, eight years later.
"This is impossible," Kurt said, putting down the kick stand and sitting on the ground.
"Just try for me one more time and then we'll go home," Blaine said. Kurt sighed and picked up the bike.
"You're holding on, right?" Kurt asked.
"Of course," Blaine said. Kurt sighed again and started pedaling. A few seconds later, Kurt had gotten into a good rhythm.
"Look Blaine, we did it!" Kurt yelled.
"What? I can't hear you from back here!" Blaine yelled from across the parking lot. Kurt whipped his head around at the shock that Blaine wasn't holding on and lost his balance and landed on the concrete below him. Blaine rushed to his side. "Are you okay?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just scraped up my palms," Kurt said. Blaine put one arm around Kurt and led the bike with the other arm.
"Let's get you cleaned up. We'll try again tomorrow," Blaine said. The two boys moseyed back into Kurt's house to partake in something they could both do: eat snacks and watch Disney movies.