Kurt pulled up to Blaine's house on a warm summer day.
Much to his surprise, Blaine's garage was open and his car was in the driveway. There was a loud, pounding noise coming from the garage.
He popped his head inside to say hello to whom he thought was Mr. Anderson, but much to his surprise, he found Blaine, sitting on a tarp, hovering around a nightstand that was tipped onto its side. "Um, what are you doing?" Kurt asked, starting to laugh.
Blaine looked up at him and glared playfully. "Don't make fun of me," he began.
"All good stories start with that phrase," Kurt said, sitting on an old lawn chair.
"Well, my nightstand has been wobbly lately, so I tried to fix it up in my room, but a piece of wood chipped off. So now I'm out here sanding it," Blaine explained. He picked up a hammer.
"Woah there, what are you doing with that?" Kurt asked.
"Um, I didn't exactly fix the wobble yet," Blaine confessed. He then attempted to swing violently at a loose nail in the nightstand.
"Stop. You're doing it wrong," Kurt said, going over and taking the hammer. "You have to tap it gently. Swinging the hammer and breaking things isn't going to do any good."
After Kurt's handiwork, Blaine looked up at him, very impressed. "Kurt Hummel, where on earth did you learn how to fix things?" Blaine asked, astonished.
"I did learn a few things from my dad over the years," Kurt replied.
"Well, Mr. Fix-It, you saved the day," Blaine said. He gave Kurt a thank-you kiss.
"Hey, one of us needs to know how to do this," Kurt said, laughing. "Now, about your sanding…"