Blaine glanced at Kurt in the candlelight. A strong lightening storm had knocked out power in the loft, leaving Kurt and Blaine to sit in the dark. After a little over an hour of being hopelessly bored, Blaine broke into the cabinet of board games that just sort of sat in the corner in the apartment, rarely used.
So far, Kurt had gotten his butt kicked in Yahtzee and Clue. They had moved into Scrabble.
Kurt studied his letters: three E's, a Z, two T's, and an F.
It was Blaine's turn to put down a word. He attached Q, U, and I onto the P in park. "Let's see," he said as he did the math in his head. "Well, it's on a triple word, so it looks like I got 42 points," he said proudly. "So that means I'm beating you by…" he did the mental math again, "112 points."
Kurt put his elbows on the table and slumped into his hand. "I've always sucked at this game," he mumbled.
"Do you want to play something else?" Blaine asked.
"Please," Kurt replied.
Blaine picked up the pieces and put them in the box and went into the cupboard for a different game. "How about Life?" Blaine asked.
"Ooh, one of my favorites," Kurt replied. They picked out their cars and got started.
About halfway through, Blaine had twins and worked as an artist, but made a meager salary.
Kurt had one girl and worked as an athlete, but had drawn a lucky card and made the coveted $100,000 salary.
Blaine spun the wheel and placed his car in its new spot. "Swap salaries with any player in the game," he read aloud.
Kurt groaned and handed over his card.
The lights flickered for a moment, but then came back on. "I guess the power's back. Do you want to do something else?" Blaine asked.
"No, I want my salary back," Kurt replied. He smirked at Blaine and spun the wheel. Their game lasted for another few hours, well into the night.