"Why did we agree to this?" Kurt asked from the shopping cart. That's right, Kurt was sitting in the shopping cart, his long legs dangling over the back. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"One more time: because Carole asked us to go grocery shopping because she wasn't feeling well and we're not terrible people," Blaine explained. Kurt nodded. Blaine pushed the cart further down the aisle, having to push harder than usual due to the added weight. "When do I get to ride in the cart?" Blaine asked. Kurt thought about this for a moment.
"The next time we go to the grocery store," Kurt replied. Blaine laughed.
"I don't think so," he said.
"Fine, in five minutes," Kurt said laughing. Blaine pushed the cart around the corner and down the aisle. "I want those," Kurt said, pointing to a can of Spaghetti-O's.
"Wouldn't you rather have real spaghetti?" Blaine asked, slightly confused.
"No. Those are good. They remind me of my childhood," Kurt said. Blaine had to smile.
"Well I think they taste like a tin can but if you want them…" Blaine reached for one of the cans.
"No! Not that one!" Kurt yelled, horrified. Blaine sighed.
"Now what's your problem?" Blaine asked, exasperated.
"That can is dented. That means it's bad," Kurt said, matter-of-factly. Blaine gave him a look. He reached for another, un-dented can and pulled it from the shelf. Unfortunately, this can knocked over another can, which knocked over several more, making a huge racket. Kurt and Blaine just stared at each other, petrified. "Walk away. Just walk away," Kurt said. Blaine pushed the cart around the corner quickly. Their laughter could be heard all the way across the store.