"Thank you so much for coming with me to the reunion. It will be so much easier to confront my great Aunt Mildred with you by my side," Kurt said. Kurt and Blaine were standing in Kurt's kitchen, preparing for the potluck dinner at Kurt's family reunion.
"It's no problem. Everyone has a great Aunt Mildred with a million questions about being gay," Blaine said.
They were bringing two different salads to the potluck. Kurt was slicing tomatoes and Blaine was cooking some macaroni. "I wish this knife wasn't so dull," Kurt said. His hands were covered in tomato juice and the tomatoes he was cutting were turning into blobs of mush.
"Please be careful," Blaine said.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to cut myself. This knife can't even cut a tomato," he said.
All that was heard for the next few minutes was the clang of pots and pans and silverware, until Kurt gasped.
"That's not what I want to hear from a man holding a knife," Blaine said.
"I'm fine," Kurt squeaked. He couldn't even bare to look down at his finger.
Blaine pushed him over to the sink and ran his finger under the stream of water.
"How bad is it?" Kurt asked.
Blaine laughed. "It's not even big. You just have a tiny cut on your pointer finger," he said. Blaine grabbed a band aid out of the bathroom and bandaged up Kurt's finger.
"I think I'm too injured to go to the reunion," Kurt said. He gave Blaine big, sad eyes.
Blaine laughed. "Let's throw your bloody tomatoes away, we'll finish the salad, and I will be right by your side to help you deal with dear old great Aunt Mildred," Blaine said. Dispite the criticism from Kurt's extended family, they made the best of all of the delicious food at the reunion, and, although it was a stretch, they could say they had a nice time.