"This is going to be the best weekend ever," Blaine said.
"Ugh, I know. And thank you for helping me pack," Kurt said. Isabel, Kurt, and the rest of Vogue were spending a weekend in Miami on a company retreat, complete with very few conferences, but plenty of relaxation time, and Blaine was Kurt's personal guest.
"It's nothing. Since you waited until 12 hours before our flight leaves, I figured you could use all the help you could get," Blaine said.
"I just need to get my luggage from the attic," Kurt said. He pulled the string that released the attic stairs, and the attic stairs came tumbling down with a loud clatter. "They should be right at the top of the stairs…" Kurt said as he climbed the stairs.
Blaine heard some walking around over his head, and then a scream. "Kurt? Are you alright?" Blaine asked. He bolted up the stairs and found his fiancée cowering a few feet from his luggage.
"Kill it," Kurt squeaked. He pointed to a big, black splotch on the luggage.
Blaine approached it slowly and saw a huge spider perched on Kurt's prized Louis Vuitton luggage. Blaine laughed as he removed his shoe and swatted the spider until he was sure that it was dead. He then plucked it off the luggage and tossed it into a corner. "All better," Blaine said.
"Thank you. There was no way that whatever that was would make it to Miami with us," Kurt said. He picked up the luggage and carried it down the stairs and to his room. "Until next time, creepy attic," he said as he folded the stairs up and latched the door shut. The next few hours were a whirlwind of Kurt's designer clothes flying across the room and into the suitcase in a mad panic. They made it to Miami with all of Kurt's necessary clothes, and no spiders.