Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me.

"Finn! Stop scrolling and pick something!" Kurt snapped, adjusting the bass controller on his shoulder. "Blaine and I have already picked our songs for the setlist."

Finn frowned, tapping the arrow keys on his drum kit. "Yeah, but you picked 'Bulletproof' by LaRoux," he said.

"And your point is?" Kurt huffed.

"So that song has, like, the weirdest rhythm ever," Finn said, scowling in concentration at the screen as he scrolled down the list of unlocked and downloaded songs. "I need to get something that sucks for bass."

"He does have a point," Blaine offered. "You do know I'm kind of new at this whole Rock Band thing. You should have picked a bunch of easy songs."

Kurt swiveled on the ball of his socked foot. "First of all, Blaine, I can't believe that I have played Rock Band more than you," he said, counting the reasons off on his fingers. "Second, you play guitar, so this shouldn't be that much of a stretch. And third-"

His sentence was suddenly cut off by a loud burp.

Finn snorted. Kurt grabbed at his throat. "Oh my god, what just happened?" he demanded.

"You burped, babe, it's no big deal," Blaine said, trying to adjust the strap of his guitar. "We forgive you."

"No, seriously, is that what this is?" Kurt gasped.

Finn leaned back, scratching the back of his neck with a drumstick. "Haven't you ever burped before?" he said.

"No!" Kurt wailed. "Ugh! It's disgusting! Am I going to throw up?"

Blaine and Finn looked at each other and busted out laughing. Kurt looked from his brother to his boyfriend, his startled expression deepening to a firm pout, and shucked off his bass. "Fine," he sulked. "Be that way."

He stalked off to the bathroom. It took a while before Blaine and Finn's laughter died down; they could hear water running and the tiny motor of Kurt's electric toothbrush. Blaine wiped away a tear. "I guess I should go get him," he said.

"Yeah, probably," Finn said, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. "Aw, dude, I laughed so hard I drooled."

Blaine set down his guitar on the couch. "But, uh, while I try to talk him down, can you take 'Bulletproof' off the setlist?" he whispered.

"Already on it."

Author's Notes:

I decided to start archiving all of my Tumblr drabbles on here, so here's the first of them! They're all really short, but at least you get some cute little scenes between my big updates, right?

This was inspired by the fact that I do not burp and on the rare, once a year occasions I do, it freaks me out. The incident that really inspired this was when I burped in front of Kat, my best friend of six years, and it was the first time she had ever seen me do that. She promptly died laughed and tweeted it to the world.

I was freaked out. Not kidding.

Also, La Roux's "Bulletproof" is incredibly difficult on drums for Rock Band. In case you were wondering.