"It smells like poop here," Kurt complained, carefully stepping around a puddle of mud. When Blaine had invited him to stay at his aunt and uncle's farm with him for a weekend in the summer, Kurt couldn't refuse. A weekend with Blaine in the country at a place where there was nothing but grass and rolling hills? That sounded like heaven to Kurt. But so far, Kurt had just found his own personal hell: bugs, cow manure, and Blaine's condescending, conservative uncle.
"You just have to get used to it. That's not going anywhere," Blaine said laughing. They were wandering around the farm, Blaine giving his own personal tour. They came across a red building and Blaine pulled the heavy doors open. "This is my favorite part of the farm," he said. A rather large chicken swooped down, nearly missing Kurt's face. Kurt screamed with fear and Blaine laughed hysterically. " That's Chester, the old rooster. He thinks he owns the barn. Come inside," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hand and guiding him inside. They walked down the middle aisle and there were pens on either side with pigs, goats, and a donkey, but Blaine was on a mission. He pulled open the door to the pen at the end of the barn and stepped inside, pulling Kurt after him. Inside, there was a rather old-looking grey horse. "This is Peppermill. They've had her since I was little." Blaine picked up a brush and started brushing her coat. Kurt just stood back and watched. The way Blaine was so gentile with her and how he was whispering to her was making Kurt emotional. "What's wrong?" Blaine asked, snapping Kurt out of his trance. Kurt hadn't noticed the tears on his cheeks. He wiped them away quickly.
"Oh, nothing. She's beautiful." Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine. Blaine smiled lovingly at him.
"Here, you can brush him," Blaine said. He took Kurt's hand and placed the brush in it. He gently guided Kurt's hand over the horses' coat. Kurt was so incredibly content, he almost didn't mind the smell.