"Thank you so much for helping me shovel the driveway. I still don't trust my dad's health to hold up through any kind of strenuous activity," Kurt said to Blaine. They stood in his garage, surrounded by a bunch of power tools and yard work equipment and boxes full of family memories.
"It's no problem. I care about your dad too. Now, where are the shovels so we can get this over with and go inside and snuggle?" Blaine asked.
"They should be back here…" Kurt rounded a work bench and started to paw through a bunch of tools leaning against a wall. Then, there was a large thud. "Ow!" Kurt yelled.
Blaine ran around the bench to help him. "What happened? Are you alright?" Blaine asked.
"I'm fine. This stupid sled fell on me," he said, rubbing a now pink spot on his head near his hairline.
Blaine laughed. "Well at least you found the shovels," Blaine said. "And, you know, a sled."
Kurt sighed. "Let's get this over with," he said. They went outside and started shoveling.
It took about 20 minutes for Blaine to speak up. "Do you think we could take a ride on that sled?" he asked.
Kurt laughed. "I guess," he replied. "I could use a break anyway." They went into the garage and got the sled and took one run down the hill in Kurt's backyard. "I guess we should get back to work," Kurt said.
"Or we could go one more time…" Blaine began, but Kurt was already dragging the sled up the hill. They ended up spending hours on the sled, but then rushing to finish shoveling as the sun set.