Author's Note: This is just a short drabble written for a prompt on the glee_fluff_meme community on Livejournal. It can also be found on my Livejournal account magic_tardis.
When Kurt decided that he would teach Finn how to cook, he was completely aware of the fact that Finn had absolutely no cooking skills. He knew that in order for him to teach him any life-long lessons of cooking he would have to work hard, but for some reason he didn't fathom that it would be this hard.
It all started when Kurt walked into the kitchen one Saturday afternoon to find Finn sprinkling a Ramen noodles chicken flavoring packet into a plastic container of raw Easy Mac. That was when Kurt decided that he would teach the teenager basic cooking skills that would hopefully follow him through college and until he inevitably meets a "perfect housewife" and marries her.
"Dude, let's make brownies!" Finn literally jumped in the air with an enthusiastic fist pump, "Let's make the ones with that sweet chocolate sauce that goes on top!"
"No, we are not making any of that processed crap. If we're making brownies, we are going to make them from scratch," Kurt replied, already searching the cabinets for the ingredients included in his grandmother's brownie recipe. Although his mother died when he was young, his grandmother made sure to teach him the cooking skills that came out of the fact that his great grandparents owned a bakery for 67 years. One thing that Kurt learned from his grandmother was to never not have at least the basic ingredients for a good cake. Luckily, Kurt also had the ingredients for good brownies.
The process started out steady. Kurt let Finn pour in the flour after showing him how to properly measure it, and that resulted with a white powder coating on his new Marc by Marc Jacobs cardigan. Once they got to the liquids, it became a little bit more tricky but not totally impossible. When it was time to put the brownies in the oven, Finn was eyeing the spoon and licking his lips.
"Fine, you can lick the spoon. Don't blame me when you get salmonella poisoning," Kurt sighed and handed the tall boy the chocolate coated spoon.
"Salmon what?" Finn replied, and he made a satisfied noise when he started to lap away at the tasty chocolate.
After about 5 minutes of sitting idly (Finn said that he had nothing better to do, and Kurt didn't trust the old, disgraceful oven enough to leave it unattended), Finn let out a huge sigh and started to whine.
"Why is it taking so long, Kurt? Why? Can't we just eat the chocolaty goop? That was delicious!" Finn waved his arms around frantically.
Kurt just crossed his arms and gave Finn a firm look.
10 minutes later, Kurt was beginning to wonder why Finn wasn't failing all of his classes.
"Kurt, why do the brownies rise? Like, what does that? It's so weird! Like magic!" Finn looked at Kurt with wide eyes full of wonder.
"Magic, Finn." Kurt deadpanned, "Magic."
When the brownies were finally fully baked, it was no surprise that Finn attempted to eat them while they were still hot. Kurt simply shook his head as he watched the teenager gulp down a tall glass of cold milk.
Well, at least his attempt to educate Finn didn't turn out too bad.