"Did you get all of the food on the list?" Kurt asked Blaine.
Blaine was struggling with the three grocery bags in each arm. He plopped them down on the patio table, letting a bag of chips and a container of dip spill out. "I think so," he replied. "How has the decorating been going?"
"Okay, I guess. It just looks kind of boring out here," Kurt replied. Kurt was hosting a pool party for the New Directions, new and old, that evening.
Blaine looked around at the cheap tropical decorations: unlit tiki torches, floating candles in the pool, and big, plastic (fake) Margarita glasses. "Um…" Blaine began. He suppressed a laugh. "I would say it's more tacky than boring," Blaine said.
"Well then, Mr. Party Planner, you can finish the decorations while I make the food," Kurt said. He kissed Blaine, grabbed the groceries, and went into the kitchen.
Blaine went into the garage. He remembered where the Hudson-Hummels kept their Christmas lights and he pulled several strings of lights from a box. He then weaved them through the patio railings and along the edge of the house. A lovely smell came wafting through the screen door and Blaine went to find Kurt in the kitchen. "What's cooking?" Blaine asked.
"My famous buffalo chicken dip," Kurt replied. He pulled it out of the oven and put it on the cooling racks on the counter. "How are the decorations going?" he asked as he turned off the oven.
"I'm all done. Come see."
They went outside and Kurt took a look at the newly strung lights. "Blaine, this is even tackier than what I had," Kurt said.
Blaine glanced around. "…yeah," he agreed. He started to laugh, but the sound of the doorbell interrupted him.
"Someone's here," Kurt said.
"It's too late to turn back now," Blaine said. They laced fingers and ran to answer the door, looking forward to a great night.