Kurt walked into the apartment after a long day.
Blaine was sitting on the couch, watching something on TV, eating a bowl of cold cereal.
"Um, Blaine, have you looked around lately?" Kurt asked.
Blaine peered from side to side. "Well, I kind of live here and sleep here every night, and I may wear contacts, but I'm not completely blind, so yeah, I've looked around lately. Why?" Blaine asked.
Kurt wasn't amused. "It's a mess in here!" Kurt said.
Blaine sighed and looked around: there were dirty dishes on many of the surfaces, papers everywhere, and stale food on the counters. "That might not be a lie," he said. He knew where this was going. "Do we have to clean it now?"
"Yes we do! I can't think with this mess in here!" Kurt said.
"You get started. I'll join you when I finish my snack," Blaine said. He settled onto the couch.
Kurt went back to the bedroom and dropped his stuff and grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen.
Blaine was still munching his cereal.
Kurt picked up Blaine's coat, which was thrown haphazardly over the back of the couch. "Would it kill you to put your coat on a hanger?" Kurt asked him.
"Kurt, the hangers are all the way in the bedroom. That's so far," Blaine whined.
Kurt snatched Blaine's bowl of cereal, which was now just milk and a few loose flakes, and dumped it down the sink. "Now you have no cereal, so you have to help me," Kurt smirked.
Blaine groaned. "Fine. I'll help you," he said. He started picking up all of his clothes and the papers off the floor of the living room.
Soon enough, the apartment was clean and there was a big load of laundry in the washer. Kurt and Blaine then snuggled up on the newly-vacuumed couch and watched a movie