Blaine and Kurt sat across from each other on Blaine's bed, staring the other down. "Are you sure you want to challenge me in this game? I'm warning you, I'm good," Kurt said.
"I've been doing this since I was seven years old. I am the champion," Blaine replied. Between them sat a sole box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and they mean every favor, from bacon to popcorn, to vomit. The object of the game was to just pluck one out of the box and eat it, no matter the flavor. Fortunately, there were paper cups to use for spitting out an unfortunate pick and water bottles next to each of them on the floor. "You pick first," Blaine said.
Kurt plucked a green jelly bean from the box and matched it to the picture on the back. "Hmm. Grass," Kurt said. He shrugged and popped it into his mouth. It was tart and tasted like what fresh cut grass smelled like. "Not bad," he said.
Blaine laughed. "Next time we go out, I'll just take you to my front yard and you can eat the grass, then." He picked up the box and pulled out a dark brown speckled bean and matched it on the back of the box. He groaned. "Vomit," he said.
"Have fun," Kurt said, laughing.
Blaine eyed him and then popped it into his mouth. It was the vilest thing he had ever tasted. He groped for his cup and spat it back out, immediately chugging a ton of water.
Kurt was laughing hysterically. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine. Just go again so I can have another turn," Blaine said.
Kurt laughed and picked up the box, ready for another round.