"Why are hot dogs called hot dogs?" Kurt asked, munching on one of the said delicacies.
"I don't know," Blaine said, contemplating the question himself. The boys were strolling through downtown Lima on a warm summer day right before school started back up again. They were trying to spend as much time as possible together. The throngs of people on the street started to get thicker and more excited. Eventually, the streets were too thick with people to move. "What's going on?" Blaine asked Kurt.
"Not sure. Let's ask," Kurt replied, approaching a woman in her early forties. "Excuse me, ma'am, but what's going on here?" Kurt asked the woman.
"The governor is in town to meet with the mayor," she replied. Both boys thanked her and continued through the crowd.
"I'm suddenly tired, can we just go home?" Kurt asked.
"Kurt, you had three cups of coffee this morning. You can't be tired," Blaine replied, giggling.
"Well then I must have needed a fourth. Can we leave, please?" Kurt snapped.
"Woah, Kurt, calm down. We can go home," Blaine replied, putting his hand in the small of Kurt's back. "Are you alright?" Blaine asked as they were approaching Kurt's car. Kurt got into his car, sighed and rested his head on the steering wheel.
"I'm not too fond of politicians. It's because of them that I can't have a wedding or grow old with someone I love." Blaine saw the sadness in Kurt's eyes. "Ever since I was little, I've wanted to have a wedding. I know the theme, the color scheme, everything down to the color of the toothpicks I want at my perfect ceremony. And it's because of them that it will remain a fantasy forever." Kurt sighed again and blinked back tears that were quickly forming.
"I never knew you were that passionate about getting married," Blaine said, laying his hand on top of Kurt's.
"Well I couldn't imagine living my entire life not connected in that way to someone. And when I met you, it only intensified that need." Kurt couldn't make eye contact with Blaine. He was too upset.
"Kurt, I want to get married as much as you someday. Believe me, one day we will have the biggest, fanciest, most perfect wedding that ever existed." Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek and Kurt smiled.
"Let's go home," Kurt said, starting his car. The boys went back to Kurt's house and got to work on their perfect wedding, laying on Kurt's floor looking at websites for venues, bridesmaid dresses and cakes. They knew their dream would come true one day.
Please keep the victims of the shooting in Newtown, CT in your thoughts tonight.