Blaine pulled up to Kurt's house on a sunny summer afternoon. They were planning on going out to a local lake for a day of sun and fun in the water, and Blaine was so excited. After finishing his senior year, he needed some relaxation time. Much to Blaine's surprise, instead of being inside prepping for the trip to the lake, Kurt was standing in the yard in a tank top and baggy shorts, cutting the bushes. Blaine got out of his car and snickered. "Since when were you into lawn care?" Blaine asked.
Kurt sighed and looked at him, clearly frustrated. "Ever since my dad got sick, I've been trying to help out more around the house. I've learned trimming trees is not my strong suit," Kurt said. He chopped violently at a bush with the clippers again.
"What do you mean? You're doing great! I probably wouldn't even be able to figure out how to use the things," Blaine said.
Kurt looked at him again, this time annoyed. "Do you see this?" He motioned to the bush he was trimming. It was about half of the size it was before and lopsided.
"Um…" Blaine said, attempting to think of something flattering to say.
"Exactly," Kurt said. He threw the clippers on the ground in exasperation.
"Okay, I have an idea. Put the clippers in the garage and go and get ready for the lake. I'll come back tomorrow and help you with the trees. Two brains have to be better than one for this," Blaine said, laughing.
"I guess…" Kurt said begrudgingly. He threw the clippers into the garage and went into the house to get ready for the day at the lake.