Kurt stepped into the small, but comfortable apartment and smiled.

"Blainers, I'm home!" he called.

He recieved only s.ilence.

"Blaine?" he frowned in suspicion and headed to the closed door leading to their room. He opened it and let out a gasp of horror.

Blaine was eating chocolate from Kurt's secret stash!

"Blaine! This is the fourth time in twenty-four hours I've walked in on you eating my chocolate," Kurt huffed in annoyance. "How do you keep finding it anyway?" he asked incredulously.

"C'mon baby, you know I can't help it," Blaine replied, giving Kurt innocent puppy dog eyes as he nibbled on a Hershey Kiss.

Kurt rolled his eyes, snatching the bag away and taking a candy bar out for himself. "Go find your own stash," his eyes narrowed as he clutched on tightly to the bag.

Blaine pouted. "But Kurtsie! I was enjoying that!"

"Mine," Kurt replied, cuddling the bag protectively now.

"It's not my fault you just leave it lying around!" Blaine sighed exasperatedly.

"I locked it in a vault, which I placed in another vault, which I placed in another vault, which I placed in another vault, which I placed in another vault, which I placed in another vault, which I locked in my closet! How is that leaving it lying around?!"

"Because I know the codes," Blaine blinked innocently.

"Stop eating my chocolate!" Kurt warned, stalking out of the room and wondering why exactly his boyfriend had to be a bigger chocoholic than him.

Kurt had gone out once again, and Blaine was tearing the house apart for his chocolate.

"Where is it?" he growled, burrowing underneath his bed for any sign of the dark, sweet candy.

"Looking for something?" Kurt asked with a smirk.

"Give me the chocolate, Kurt. You know what happens when I don't get my chocolate," Blaine warned.

"You can't have my chocolate! I finished the last of it off at work, and anyway, even if I did, you still couldn't have-"

"Wait, repeat that??"

"What?"

"That thing. That thing about you not having chocolate," Blaine looked up desperatley at Kurt.

"Oh that! Yeah, I've got nothing," Kurt shrugged.

"So, you mean to tell me," Blaine gritted his teeth together, voice rising higher in pitch. "That there is nothing left in this house?"

"I-ohhh," Kurt grimaced, taking in the dire situation.

"Oh, NOW you get it!" Blaine cried.

"Wait! Remember that one Hershey bar I saved in the fridge?" Kurt asked, beaming.

""Yeah!" Blaine grinned in relief.

"But, there's...only...one..." Kurt trailed off.

The two chocoholics glanced at each other in horror.

"It's mine!" they said in unision.

"Oh, no way, Kurt! It's been three hours straight since I last had chocolate," Blaine moaned.

"Four and a half hours for me," Kurt replied.

They glanced at one another again, and then both made a beeline towards the freezer.

"OK, I say we split it in half," Kurt said.

"I say you get one peice, and I get the rest. Seeing as you prevented me from having chocolate and that's why we're here in the first place," Blaine replied.

"Oh yeah? Well, it was my stash, so I say since you always tried to take something from it, you get none, and I get this whole thing to myself," Kurt smirked triumphantly.

Blaine lost it, lunging for the candy bar, but Kurt was too quick for him, and it was quicky snatched out of his hands.

Kurt ripped open the wrapper and took a large bite of the candy bar.

Blaine tackled him to the ground, trying to wrestle the candy bar out of his boyfriend's grasp.

Then someone entered the room.

"Umm, what are you doing" Finn asked, looking confused as to why his stepbrother and his stepbrother's boyfriend were fighting over a Hershey Bar.

"Not now, Finn!" Blaine called, still trying to make a grab for the chocolate.

"Ok, well,I brought Snicker Bars if anyone wants any-"

He didn't have time to finish the sentence as both boys lunged at him, grabbing the packetful of Snickers that he had and wolfing them down eagerly.

 "Wow, okay? Am I missing something here?" Finn asked,but he was ignored, as Blaine and Kurt were too wrapped up in Snicker Bars to even bother answering him.

He shrugged, and walked out the door. With those two, you never quite knew what was going to happen next.