Kurt fidgeted nervously in his seat in the McKinley High School auditorium.
Blaine's parents were both out of town, so Blaine had asked Kurt to go to McKinley's senior honors awards night with him.
So far, it had been nothing but Principal Figgins droning on about the same few students being so successful and winning awards. "And now we are going to award Ohio State University's book award for excellence in academics," Pricipal Figgins said in his same monotonous voice.
"I am so bored," Blaine mumbled to Kurt.
"Imagine how I feel. I don't know half of these people," Kurt said. "At least Figgins's tie and shirt match today." They both snickered. \
"And the award goes to…" Figgins fiddled with the envelope. "Blaine Anderson."
Kurt and Blaine's jaws both fell to the ground. "Go!" Kurt yelled to Blaine, who bounded over the legs of the people next to him and up onto the stage.
A stodgy-looking old man in a suit handed Blaine a book, shook his hand, and led him off stage.
Once back in his seat, Blaine studied the book.
"What did you get Mr. Smarty Pants?" Kurt asked.
"It's just a big dictionary," Blaine said. He sounded somewhat disappointed.
"Well what were you expecting, candy?" Kurt asked. They both giggled to themselves. "But really, I'm so proud of you," Kurt said.
"Kurt…"
"No really. If I was as dedicated to my schoolwork as you are, I probably wouldn't be living in a crappy loft in New York with Rachel. I'd be head of Vogue already and living in a penthouse." They boys giggled again.
"Shh!" A woman behind them ordered. They rolled their eyes and settled into their seats to watch the rest of the horribly boring ceremony.