You guys, the Darren concert last night was INCREDIBLE. That is all.
Blaine knocked on the door to the Hudson-Hummel residence, but no one let him in. He put his ear to the door, hearing commotion inside. He knocked once more, and when there was still no answer, he let himself in. What he saw made him laugh to himself: Kurt was attempting to tie a tie around his neck while running around the house like a mad man, pouring himself a bowl of cereal and brushing his teeth at the same time.
"Blaine!" Kurt yelled, stopping everything he was doing in utter surprise. He looked panicked.
"Do I want to know what you're doing?" Blaine asked.
And Kurt was off again, spitting his toothpaste into the kitchen sink and grabbing the bowl of cereal and shoving big spoonfuls into his mouth. "I have that huge conference call with Isabelle and those designers from England in like fifteen minutes," Kurt said through his breakfast. "If I'm hungry, I won't be able to focus. And I have to look my best because I'm representing the online community." Kurt poured the excess milk down the sink.
"But Kurt…"
"Blaine, I'm so sorry, but whatever we had planned for today will have to wait." Kurt gave him sad eyes.
Blaine began to laugh. "Kurt…"
"And I have to clean up the living room! These people are important!" Kurt yelled, now bustling to the living room.
Blaine was now doubled over in laughter.
"What on earth is funny about this?" Kurt asked.
"Kurt, it's Sunday. That call isn't until tomorrow morning," Blaine said, giggling.
Kurt dropped the throw pillow he was holding onto the floor. "Oh," he said calmly.
Blaine put his arm around him. "Come on, let me buy you real breakfast." Blaine led him out the door and to the car, where Kurt was soon doubled over in laughter at himself.