Blaine knocked quietly on the doorframe of Kurt's room. He was supposed to come over this afternoon, and Kurt knew this, but he had rung the doorbell several times. He finally let himself in and went up to Kurt's room. Kurt's angelic voice was singing loudly over "Popular" from Wicked while he was up on a ladder in his closet. "What are you doing?" Blaine yelled over the noise. Kurt jumped and almost toppled off of the ladder.
"You really shouldn't sneak up on people like that," Kurt said, still trying to collect his breath.
"Sorry." Blaine sat down on Kurt's bed. "So why are you on a ladder?"
"My dad said I have to get rid of a bunch of the stuff up here. He thinks it's taking up too much space." Kurt went for a rather large box in the corner. It slipped out of his hands and fell to the ground with a large thunk. Blaine rushed into Kurt's huge closet to assess the damage. Instead of broken glass everywhere, he found stuffed animals spilling out of the huge box. Kurt sat in front of the pile and picked one up. It was a big, black panther. "Aww, I remember him. He was my favorite!" Kurt was beaming from ear to ear. "I used to love Bagheera from The Jungle Book," he explained. He pulled a stuffed duck out of the pile and held it lovingly. "This guy is going to have to stay out for a while," Kurt said.
"Why is that?" Blaine asked.
"When my mom was in the hospital, I was really upset one day, so she gave me $10 to go and buy myself something at the gift shop and I bought this little guy," Kurt explained.
"That's sweet," Blaine said. Kurt cradled the duck in his lap. They spent the rest of the day going through the box of stuffed animals, Kurt telling Blaine one by one about each animal. And Blaine couldn't have been happier.