“Shit,” Blaine said, throwing down his pencil. He was working on some of his Music Theory homework, covered in eraser marks and shavings.

“Not going well?” Kurt asked, looking up from his own assignment.

“I'm never going to get this down. It's really difficult. I don't see why I have to learn to do this in the first place, all I want to do is sing.” He put his head in his hands, and Kurt jumped up from his desk, coming over to comfort his boyfriend. “I'm going to flunk out of college at this rate,” Blaine said sadly.

“That is entirely not true, Blaine,” Kurt said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders. “You aren't going to flunk out; you're not even close to failing anything. We all know that you have an amazing voice, and you are able to play so many instruments. You have so much talent, and so much passion, and there will be nothing that could keep you from achieving anything.” He felt like he was in some sort of sappy movie, the character who tries to make the main character realize their potential.

“I just get really stressed out sometimes. I'm sorry.” He turned to look into Kurt's eyes. “I get really upset when I can't do something, I'm sorry that I was yelling.”

Kurt pulled him close and kissed the top of his head. “You're human, Blaine. It happens to the best of us.” He rubbed his hand through the dark curls, before kissing his lips. He then went and pulled his chair over to the desk, picking up Blaine's pencil. “Now, I finished this class, just barely, with Rachel's help last year. And so, I am going to help you.”

Blaine smiled. “You are the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.” Then they turned to the work, hands clasped together as they did.