"I hate Shakespeare," Kurt whined at Blaine through his computer screen.
"You can't hate Shakespeare. He's the greatest playwright of all time," Blaine said matter-of-factly.
"But everything has a deeper meaning. If it rhymes one way, they're in love. If it rhymes another way, they hate each other. Clearly this man had too much time on his hands," Kurt said. Blaine laughed.
"Keep reading," Blaine ordered. Kurt gave him a look and picked up his copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Kurt read silently to himself while Blaine hummed to himself and clicked aimlessly on the computer, doing research for a history project. This was their nightly homework routine. They fell into a funk and were silent and focused for about fifteen minutes.
"I don't get why this is funny!" Kurt blurted out, making Blaine jump in surprise. Kurt burst into a fit of laughter.
"What don't you get?" Blaine asked, starting to laugh himself.
"This guy now has the head of a donkey! If someone I knew was suddenly a donkey, I would just be concerned! How is this comedy?" Kurt yelled.
"Relax, it's just a play," Blaine said, laughing.
"It's a dumb play," Kurt said grumpily. Blaine laughed, but then stifled a yawn. "I'll let you go. You're probably sick of hearing me complain," Kurt said.
"I could never get sick of your voice, but yeah I'm a little tired," Blaine said with a laugh.
"Goodnight. I love you," Kurt said.
"I love you too," Blaine replied. Blaine signed off, leaving Kurt alone and miserable with Shakespeare.