"What a mess," Kurt said as he pulled another dust-covered box out from under Blaine's bed.
"For the last time, I lived at Dalton for two years in the dorms. I was never home," Blaine said.
Blaine's parents had gone away for the weekend on a business trip.
He was under strict orders to clean out what had been stuffed under his bed before packing up and moving into Dalton or he would be grounded for a month, which included prom, graduation parties, and nationals. Blaine was now sorting through a box containing old sweaters from middle school.
Kurt peeled open the box that he had just pulled from under the bed, this time slowly, as the previous box had contained about 100 tiny ants. It was a box of dress-up supplies from when Blaine was younger. Kurt pulled a tiny, sparkly jacket with tassels on the shoulders out. "What on earth is this? Michael Jackson?" Kurt asked, laughing.
"Um, yeah, I think so, actually," Blaine said, joining in the laughter. "It was Coop's. I thought it was Prince Charming's jacket, so I rode my hobby horse and galloped off to save the princess in it."
"That is adorable," Kurt said. He continued sifting through the box until he came across a curly, Technicolor wig and plopped it on his head. "I am Slappy, the evil clown. Prepare to meet your doom," Kurt said. He charged at Blaine over the bed, but Blaine hopped to his feet and ran down the hallway. The chase took them down the stairs and into the front yard, where they ran in circles after each other, laughing and yelling.
They finally retired to the living room, Kurt still wearing the wig. "We better get back to work or I'll be grounded until I'm fifty," Blaine said, still out of breath.
Kurt stood and helped him to his feet. "Tea break?" he asked.
Blaine thought for a moment. "Definitely," Blaine replied. They went into the kitchen, made their tea, but then finished their afternoon of cleaning, laughing at all of the ridiculous things that were pulled from under Blaine's bed.