Blaine laughed hysterically from his seat next to Kurt on Kurt's living room couch. While Kurt was out running errands, Blaine had decided to explore the cabinets in the Hudson-Hummels' living room. In the process, he found countless photo albums containing Kurt's old baby photos. Blaine couldn't help but beg Kurt to look through them with him. They had already looked through about three of them. The current one they were looking at was from when Kurt was about five.
Kurt slammed the book shut on Blaine's hand. "No! You can't see that!" Kurt yelled.
Blaine laughed and wrestled the book back. He opened to the page again and saw a picture of a tiny Kurt, giving a very pouty face, wearing a feather boa and a pair of his mom's high heels, and nothing but his underwear.
"Kurt, this is priceless!" Blaine said.
"Yes, yes, adorable. Turn the page," Kurt ordered.
Blaine turned to the next page. "Oh no! What did you do?" he asked, looking sadly at the picture of little Kurt lying on a couch with his right leg and foot in a purple cast.
"I broke my ankle," Kurt replied.
"Care to explain how?" Blaine asked.
"Not really," Kurt replied.
Blaine gave him a pleading look.
"I was, um, pretending to be Britney Spears. Going down the stairs. Backwards," Kurt replied.
Blaine attempted to restrain himself at first, but then burst into a fit of laughter. He slowly collected himself. "I'm sorry. I'm sure it hurt a lot."
"Okay so it's funny," Kurt said, starting to laugh. It took them both a while to collect themselves.
"Okay turn the page," Blaine said. They spent the rest of the afternoon looking at the several more photo albums containing adorable pictures of Kurt. This went well past dinner time and into the night, and they couldn't have thought of a better way to spend the day.