"Why do we have to clean the loft?" Kurt asked Blaine.
Blaine sighed. This was the twelfth time that Kurt had asked him that today. "Because this place is disgusting," Blaine replied.
Kurt sorted through a pile of clothes sitting on the living room floor. "This isn't even my stuff! It's Santana's!" Kurt complained.
"Just throw it on her bed. What her room looks like isn't our problem," Blaine said.
Kurt cautiously picked up the pile of clothes and lugged it to Santana's room. Once he came back into the living room, Blaine was going to plug in the vacuum.
"Can you grab the garbage out of the can under the sink and take it out?" Blaine asked.
Kurt groaned. "But there's so many stairs to the street," he said.
"Please, Kurt?" Blaine asked, giving him the puppy dog eyes he knew Kurt couldn't resist.
"Fine," Kurt said. He stomped over to the trash cupboard and fished out the garbage can. A new friend sat behind the can, waiting patiently for Kurt. "Spider!" Kurt yelled. He dropped the can, sending the garbage everywhere, and ran away.
Blaine laughed, and while keeping his distance, used the vacuum to suck up the spider.
"Thank you," Kurt said.
"No problem," Blaine replied.
"I'm guessing I have to clean up the garbage now," Kurt said sadly.
Blaine laughed. "You got it!" he said.
Kurt groaned and begrudgingly picked up the spilled trash and then went down to the street to throw it away. When he got back into the apartment, he looked around. "Okay, it looks much better," Kurt admitted.
"Don't you feel better now?" Blaine asked.
"I feel like we need sugar now," Kurt said. Blaine laughed.
"Wash up and we'll go get cupcakes," he said. After their afternoon of cleaning, they thoroughly enjoyed their reward.