This idea was born from the fact I just burnt my self making cookies. -_-. I tend to burn myself nearly every time I cook something. I'm fine, don't worry.
It's in the future, after college.
Disclaim.
"OW!"
CRASH.
"What was that?"
"Nothing honey!"
Kurt appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. "Tell me why I left you alone near sharp objects?"
Blaine offered a weak smile. "You said you needed to pee."
"That does not give you permission to invade the kitchen. I prefer to have my husband in one peace." Blaine looked down.
"Oh sweetie." Kurt walked over to Blaine, and put a finger under his chin, making him look up. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but you know you always end up hurt when you're near anything related to cooking."
"I know..."
"Then why did you?"
"I wanted to bake you cookies for tomorrow!" Tomorrow was, in fact, their anniversary. Kurt thought the gesture was sweet and kissed Blaine's forehead.
"Did you burn yourself again?"
"...maybe."
Kurt sighed. "Where is it." laine held out his left arm, where a small burn was already starting to blister. "I'll go get the Neosporin. Do you want Cars or Mulan?"
"Mulan please."
Several minutes later:
"Now that that's cleaned up, let's get started on this kitchen. Blaine, next time though, less flour on the counters and more in the bowl, okay?"
Yes I did put a reference to another one of my stories. Find it and I shall forever love you.