Kurt was like a kid in a candy store. His eyes were bright with excitement.
"Kurt, its only IKEA," Blaine said, laughing.
"But it's the solution! It's how we're going to fix up the loft!" Kurt said. He rushed over to an area containing couches and chairs. Kurt had been complaining for months about how he did not like the décor of the loft, which included the furniture, what was on the walls, and the curtains.
Blaine had heard enough and finally brought Kurt to IKEA to get some new furniture.
Kurt spent almost an hour sitting on different couches. "I think I like this one," he said. The couch was bunching up around him on either side, and it was so soft that his bottom was almost touching the ground. It was, however, on sale, which was also a huge factor for a few broke college kids.
"Um, if you insist," Blaine said.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Come on, it looks better than the one we have now. And this one wasn't made by inmates at Riker's Island," Kurt said.
Blaine laughed, thinking about the tag they had found sewn into the couch. "Very true," he said. They ordered the couch and walked through the store.
After ordering a bed frame, an end table, and a small desk, all on sale and none matching each other or the couch whatsoever, they were on the way out of the store, both exhausted.
"Wait, I want one of these for outside the door. So people don't track in mud and stuff," Kurt said. He picked up a welcome mat with a big smiley face on it.
Blaine smiled. "I like that. Its sweet. It will make the place homey," he said. They paid for the welcome mat and rode the subway home, laughing at the idea that they would now have to assemble all of this furniture on their own.