Guys, this is pretty much the halfway point of this madness I'm creating! Because 175 x 2 is 350 and then five (well six if it's a leap year) but IT'S ALMOST HALF!
Kurt wiped his brow on his already sweaty arm. He had enlisted Blaine to help him with a Saturday project he was violently thrust onto by Carole: cleaning the garage. He now felt very bad, as it was scorching hot and the little oscillating fan plugged into a socket in the corner was doing absolutely no good. "Find anything good yet?" Kurt asked Blaine.
"Does Kurt Hummel macaroni art count as good?" Blaine asked, laughing and holding up a picture of a bird made of macaroni glued to construction paper.
Kurt stomped over and snatched it away. "No, it doesn't count," he said sourly.
"What about you?" Blaine asked.
"Nothing. Just junk," Kurt replied. He sighed and pulled a box off of a high shelf and opened it. A musty smell suddenly hit his face. He pulled out green army fatigues, a helmet, and a bunch of pictures. "Oh my God," Kurt said quietly.
Blaine looked up from his box of Kurt's elementary school artwork. "What?" he asked.
"These are Mr. Hudson's," Kurt said quietly.
Blaine took the helmet out and studied it. The name Hudson was etched into it carefully. "Keep that out. I bet Carole would want to see it," Blaine said after a minute. There was a sudden, solemn feeling in the garage.
"I think this would be a good time to break for lunch," Kurt said.
"Good idea," Blaine replied. Going back inside, the air conditioning blasted them in their faces, giving them instant relief. Kurt pawed through the refrigerator, but nothing but ice cream seemed appealing. He held it up for Blaine's approval, who nodded enthusiastically. No bowls involved, they gratefully devoured a pint of ice cream together.