Where did I get the idea for this? Not from personal experience AT ALL. No sir, not me! #yesidid
Blaine was sitting upright on Kurt's couch with Kurt's feet in his lap underneath a book.
Kurt sighed loudly.
Blaine laughed. "Your cable is only going to be out for a few more hours," Blaine said. Unfortunately, the cable and the internet were on the same service, and maintenance work had knocked them both down for the day.
"Can you get me the book off of my nightstand?" Kurt asked with puppy-dog eyes.
"You can't get it yourself?" Blaine asked.
"I'm lazy. Why do you think I rely on my cable and internet for my entertainment?" Kurt asked.
Blaine laughed. "I see. I guess I can go get it." Blaine pushed Kurt's feet off of his lap and went upstairs to get the book.
Kurt sat downstairs and waited anxiously, monitoring where Blaine's footsteps were in the house. Suddenly, there was a crash and a clunk and a lot of swearing from upstairs.
Kurt bolted up the stairs to see if Blaine was okay. He found Blaine holding his hand in pain and a pile of dirt on the floor. "What happened?" Kurt asked.
"Why do you keep a cactus on your night stand?" Blaine asked.
"You knocked over Tilly?" Kurt asked sadly.
"Clearly the person who keeps the cactus on his night stand also names his cactus…" Blaine said, starting to laugh.
"How's your hand?" Kurt asked. "Hurts. But I don't think anything is stuck in it." He examined his hand, where blood was leaking from a pinhole where he got jabbed by a cactus barb.
"You go and ice your hand. I'll vacuum up the dirt."
Blaine went downstairs and planted himself on the couch with his book again, this time a Ziploc bag of ice on his hand. He heard the vacuum running upstairs and then Kurt joined him on the couch with his book.
He snuggled up next to Blaine with his head on his shoulder. "This is nice," Kurt said.
"Better than cable and internet?" Blaine asked.
"Let's not get crazy." Blaine laughed, kissed his boyfriend, and then went back to his reading.