It was a cool day in late October. Kurt and Blaine were in Kurt's kitchen making a batch of pumpkin bread. "I have such a pumpkin addiction in the fall," Kurt said. He took a sip from a fast-food coffee cup.
"I know. You're drinking your third pumpkin coffee for the day," Blaine said, laughing.
"Well I can't help it if they only sell pumpkin lattes for six weeks out of the year," Kurt said innocently. The doorbell rang. "Hold that thought," Kurt said. He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip as he was walking to the door. He opened the door and saw a balding, widely set man with two women in red, white, and blue business suits, smiling cheesily. "Hello…" Kurt said.
The man was the first to speak. "Hello, son. My name is Kevin Masterson and I am running in the upcoming election for state councilman in your district," he said enthusiastically.
Kurt stared at him blankly. "Okay…" he said.
"Are you aware of my platform?" he asked.
Internally, Kurt groaned, but he didn't say anything.
"Well, as your councilman, I am going to help clean up the parks, decrease unemployment, and…"
He was cut off by Blaine poking his head out of the kitchen. "Babe, where did you put chocolate chips?" he asked.
The wannabe-councilman and the women stared blankly. "Thank you for your time," the man said abruptly. He then turned on his heel and walked back out to his car, followed by his women, whoever they were.
Kurt shut the door. "Well I'm not voting for him," he said to Blaine, laughing.
"He's just a homophobic jerk. Don't let him get to you," Blaine said.
"I'm not. I honestly don't care anymore. I have you, and that's all that matters," Kurt said.
Blaine leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "My thoughts exactly." He walked back to the counter and continued stirring the batter. They went back to their baking like nothing happened.