"Your family is so cute. I love your grandma," Blaine said to Kurt. They were at an end-of-summer barbecue hosted by Kurt's family at his aunt's house.
"She thinks you're cute, and not cute like puppies. She tried to pinch your butt when you were turned around." Kurt stifled a laugh.
Blaine studied his face. "Yeah, she would be your grandma," Blaine said, laughing.
Kurt smiled. "Why don't we get something to eat?" he asked.
Blaine followed him to the row of tables covered with endless delicious-looking dishes.
Kurt grabbed a paper plate and started shoveling potato salad, pasta salad, chips and dip, and veggies onto it.
Blaine followed suit, but did not overload his plate like Kurt did.
By the time they reached the hamburgers and hotdogs, Kurt was trying to balance his very full plate while putting condiments on his hotdog. While he was trying to put mustard on his hotdog, his plate crashed to the ground, splattering mayonnaise-based salads all over his pants, and the squirt of mustard landed square in the middle of his chest.
Blaine just looked at him, suppressing a laugh.
"Don't you dare," Kurt said. It was obvious that Kurt was also trying not to laugh.
"I'll help you get cleaned up," Blaine said. He followed Kurt into his aunt's house.
He pulled his sweater off, leaving only his t-shirt, and drowned the sweater in stain remover and threw it in the washing machine. "Can you get me the sweatpants out of my car?" Kurt asked.
Blaine ran to his car and got the pants. When he returned, Kurt was in his boxers in the laundry room. "Kurt…not here…," Blaine said. He couldn't help but smile and he felt his cheeks turn red.
"Right," Kurt said, pulling on his pants. "Now about that food…" Kurt said.
Blaine laughed. "Just slow down, this time," he said.
Kurt laced fingers with Blaine and they went back outside, now stain-free.