Kurt sighed deeply. Blaine kept watching the movie. Kurt sighed again, this time much louder. Blaine kept watching the movie. Kurt sighed yet again, this time plopping his arms onto Blaine's lap. "You don't happen to need something, do you?" Blaine asked, smirking.
"I'm hungry," Kurt said.
"Well then get a snack. This is your house," Blaine said, laughing.
"Come with me to the fridge," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's wrist and yanking him up. Blaine loved when Kurt was in his cutesy, goofy moods. Kurt threw open the fridge, looked in enthusiastically and frowned. All that was in the fridge was half of a bottle of ranch dressing, a browning bag of salad, an apple with a large bruise, and a lemon. "Yum," Kurt said unenthusiastically.
"We could order a pizza," Blaine proposed. Kurt turned to him with a devilish look in his eye.
"I have a better idea," Kurt said, grabbing the lemon, grabbing a knife and a cutting board and throwing everything on the table. "Lemon eating contest," Kurt said, matter-of-factly.
"Uhm…" Blaine began, but Kurt interrupted.
"What, are you chicken?"
"No! Let's do it!" Blaine said. Kurt sliced the lemon and handed Blaine a wedge.
"Rules are first person to make a face, loses. On three, we put them in our mouths," Kurt said. Blaine took his slice and glared at Kurt across the table. "One, two, three." Both boys popped the slices into their mouths. It only took about five seconds for both of their eyes to start to water, and about ten seconds for Kurt to make a face. Blaine spat out his slice.
"Hah! I win!" Blaine said. "Better luck next time, loser." Kurt glared at him from across the table.
"I'll show you loser. Last one to my bedroom buys the next box of condoms," Kurt challenged once again.
"You're on," Blaine replied.
"One, two…" Kurt couldn't finish. Instead, he raced up the stairs, hot on Blaine's heels.