"I love pancakes," Blaine said, stirring the batter. It was around noon on a Saturday morning, and the boys had just woken up. Even though it was so late, they still wanted pancakes for breakfast.
Kurt flipped on the radio. "I love this song!" he yelled.
"Kurt, it's 'Thrift Shop,'" Blaine said, giving him a look.
Kurt started dancing around, using the messy spoon as a microphone. "I'm gonna pop some tags…" he sang.
Blaine burst out laughing, and he joined in the fun, now dancing too. He danced his way over to the refrigerator, and got the jug of milk out to put some in the batter. He spun around enthusiastically and the jug, as if in slow motion, flew from his hands and splattered onto the floor, sending milk flying several feet in every direction.
Kurt could only stare and watch it ooze out of the cracks in the carton. "Pick it up and put it in the sink!" Kurt yelled.
Blaine snapped from his state of shock, grabbed the carton, ran to the sink, and threw it in, trailing milk in his path. He grabbed the roll of paper towels and just sort of started throwing them places.
Kurt ran for the bathroom to grab towels and started soaking up the milk. They cleaned in a panicked silence for a few minutes, when Blaine started laughing hysterically. "What's so funny?" Kurt asked.
"You should have seen your face when I dropped it!" Blaine yelled, still laughing hysterically. Kurt started giggling, and soon enough was also laughing hysterically. Their pancake plans were unfortunately cancelled, but they had just as good of a time eating bagels together.