Kurt awoke with a sense of loneliness. This feeling wasn't abnormal; it just meant that Blaine had gotten out of bed before him. He turned over, hugged his pillow, and took a big, deep breath, trying to coax himself to sleep, but he caught a whiff of something rancid. Coughing and choking, he sat up, put on his slippers, and went to investigate. Following the scent, he went to the kitchen, where he found Blaine completely engulfed in something in a wooden box. "What, may I ask, are you doing?" Kurt asked.
Blaine turned to him and smiled. "I'm composting!" he said happily.
"Which means…?" Kurt asked.
"Well, I'm taking our extra scraps of food, putting them in this box, and hopefully it will help me grow vegetables this summer." Blaine was clearly proud of his box of smelly food.
Kurt peeked inside. It almost looked as disgusting as it smelled. Almost. "So you're going to sit and watch food decay?" he asked.
"More or less," Blaine replied.
"Well can you do it on the roof where it belongs? It smells," Kurt asked.
Blaine laughed. "Of course. I was just putting a little water in it," Blaine said. "You should be excited. When I grow zucchini this summer – in a flower pot, obviously – I can make zucchini bread!"
Kurt smiled. "In that case, I'm going to eat an apple and make a contribution to your box of stinky food."
Blaine laughed, kissed his fiancée, and went back up to the roof.
Kurt was suddenly very excited about composting.