“Kurt, where do you want—” Burt entered the room that Kurt and Blaine had immediately staked out as theirs. He stopped short.
Blaine was wearing his Dalton uniform, sitting on the bed, while Kurt was sitting in front of the bathroom mirror.
“You do know what unpacking is?” said Burt. “You can do it, right?”
“We were unpacking,” said Kurt. “We got distracted.”
Blaine was staring longingly down at his blazer. “Oh, I love this uniform,” he said, sadly.
“Let it go, Blaine,” said Kurt.
“There’s plenty of time for you kids to stroll down memory lane later,” said Burt, firmly. “Right now, we want to get everything unpacked. Even Finn is farther along than you are.”
Kurt sniffed dismissively. “Yeah, only because Finn has, like…a vest and some football jerseys to unpack.”
“It was so simple,” continued Blaine, still staring at the Dalton insignia.
“Let it go, son,” said Burt. “I want you guys downstairs in twenty minutes to help unpack the kitchen.” He turned, leaving the two boys alone in the room.
“This is our room,” said Kurt, coming out of the bathroom.
“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” Blaine grinned.
“Blaine,” said Kurt. “Twenty minutes.”
“What?” said Blaine.
“Twenty minutes,” said Kurt, meaningfully.
“What, here?” said Blaine, catching on. “Now?”
“Well, it is our room. And he said twenty minutes. And you just look so sad about the whole uniform thing.”
“Twenty minutes?” said Blaine.
“Twenty minutes,” said Kurt, nodding. He leaned towards his boyfriend, smiling.