Blaine woke up to the feel of both Kurt and last night's fun on his skin. And the smell of smoke.
Kurt and Blaine were all alone at Kurt's house and had been making the most of it. Burt and Carole were away for their one-year anniversary and Finn was staying at Puck's.
Sniffing daintily, he lifted his head from Kurt's pillow and reluctantly pushed himself off the bed, his arm immediately feeling the loss of Kurt's side.
Inching down the staircase, he groggily tried to recall if Finn had come home sometime during the night. He took one more step down into the kitchen, and was instantly overwhelmed by the amount of smoke that wafted from the oven.
"SHIT!"
He immediately bounded up the stairs, back into Kurt's bedroom and began shaking him.
"KURT! KURT! WAKE UP! THERE'S A FIRE! THE HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"
Kurt woke up with a start; eyes wider than saucers.
"WHAT? WHAT? OH MY GOD, WHAT IS GOING ON?" he screamed, hastily pulling on a pair of jeans.
"FORGET ABOUT CLOTHES! WE'RE ABOUT TO DIE!"
The pair stumbled down the stairs, Blaine shrieking himself hoarse.
Kurt slid into the kitchen, to see a small blaze inside of the oven and copious amounts of grey smoke. His face fell.
"…Seriously?"
Blaine burst into noisy sobs.
"Put it out, Kurt. Please. Call the fire department. I'm too young to die!"
He collapsed onto the floor and started rocking back and forth, trembling violently.
Turning slowly, Kurt gaped incredulously at his boyfriend.
"It's a tiny fire…"
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WHY AREN'T YOU DOING ANYTHING? HEEELP!"
Blaine dived for the phone before Kurt could stop him and dialled 911.
"HELP! MY BOYFRIEND AND I ACCIDENTALLY SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE!"
Kurt snatched the phone from his lover's clenched fingers and brought it up to his own ear.
"He's lying, GOODBYE!" Kurt yelled slamming the phone back into its cradle.
"Blaine, I swear if you don't get up this second, I will hide your entire supply of gel for three whole days!"
"THREE WHOLE DAYS?"
Blaine quickly scrambled up from his position on the kitchen floor and glanced anxiously at Kurt.
"Are you happy? I stood up."
"Yes. Now we can take care of this miniscule problem."
"Yes sir, I mean, Kurt!"
And before Kurt could reach the linen closet for a tea towel, Blaine darted over to the fire extinguisher, grabbed it and from there proceeded to spray the oven, himself and Kurt.
"WOOHOO! THE FIRES OUT, KURT! I DID IT! I DID IT! DID YOU SEE, KURT? I SAVED OUR LIVES! I PUT OUT THE FIRE! I WAS THE HERO AND YOU WERE MY DAMSEL IN DISTRESS!"
Blaine laughed euphorically , a massive grin now planted on his face, and hugged Kurt.
"Yeah, yeah, sure…" Kurt muttered, "But I'm still hiding your gel."
Blaine's face started to fall, but then lit up suddenly.
"Fine, but I get to eat the cookies" he proclaimed, retrieving a tray of blackened cookies from the oven.