The Five Times Blaine tried to Cook for Kurt, and the One Time he actually Succeeded.

A/N: I have never written a fanfic before, so this will be interesting, but, almost ashamedly I've read over a hundred klaine and kurtbastian fics, so hopefully I learned from those. Also some of these cooking mistakes are, well, they are ones that really happened to me, so I will let you know in the A/N which are real, because they are pretty funny stories.

The First Cooking Attempt: Swedish Pancakes

It was Valentine's Day, and Blaine wanted to surprise Kurt. The alarm went off at 6:00, and they began to wake each other with quiet exchanges of "happy valentine's day" and "I Love you". Kurt got up first, heading across the master bedroom to the walk-in closet to find the perfect ensemble for the day. He stepped out of the closet a few minutes later wearing a gray blazer and holding his favorite hippo broach. He walked over to Blaine, who was still curled up in bed, holding Kurt's pillow, and snoring theatrically. Blaine could feel his breath on his cheek as Kurt leaned over the bed, and proceeded to tickle his sides.

Blaine started giggling as Kurt grabbed his arms and dragged him out of bed.

"Come on honey, you promised that you would make breakfast this morning for me!" Kurt handed Blaine the hippo broach and gave him puppy dog eyes as he fastened it to the blazer.

"Ok. Ok, I will go work on that!" Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt on the nose, grabbing some Pajama pants on the way out, Kurt was extremely picky about wearing clothes when in his kitchen.

When they had moved into their New York City apartment they decided that they would each need their own space, and Kurt had claimed the kitchen, and only on the rarest occasion was Blaine allowed in there. He cherished the moments when they both cooked, or honestly, when Kurt cooked and Blaine tried to distract him with kisses and wandering hands. Blaine smiled as he walked down the hall; his own space was one of the rooms he passed on the trek to the kitchen, a small room with a piano and several guitars. He was rarely alone in the room though, whenever he was playing Kurt tended to appear in the room with a sketchbook and draw pictures of Blaine caught up in whatever his latest composition was. Blaine discovered he preferred it that way though, neither liked being separated from the other. Their hallway and living room was covered in framed sketches Kurt had drawn, which brought a smile to his face, remembering each song that related to the pictures.

He stopped at one that hung beside the guest room. In it was a drawing Kurt had done from one of their wedding pictures. In it they were standing on the dance floor, holding each other close, Kurt's head resting on Blaine's shoulder. They had been dancing to all the songs that had relevance to their relationship, but they both knew that while Come What May was their wedding song, Teenage Dream was where it all started, so while everyone else was dancing and jumping around, Blaine had reached for Kurt's hand and pulled him to the dance floor, holding him close and swaying in a way reminiscent of their Junior Prom. When he had pulled back to kiss him, Kurt had been crying, but with the biggest smile. It was then that the realization that all their dreams had come true dawned on them. They had shown the small town homophobes that people could be whatever they wanted. Blaine had looked into Kurt's eyes and said, " I am never saying goodbye to you."

He made it to the kitchen, hearing the shower start to run, Kurt had the strange quirk of wanting to always try out his chosen outfit before showering, and it made Blaine smile thinking of how long his morning routine was in comparison to his own. He grabbed his iPod from where he had left it on the couch the night before and set it on shuffle, singing whatever song came on while he gathered ingredients. Swedish pancakes were his go to food choice when Kurt was in Paris at a fashion show, and he had the house to himself. He had long since memorized the ingredients and cooking them was second nature, but for valentine's Day he wanted to add a surprise, so he grabbed the red food dye from the cupboard and mixed it in with the eggs and milk. Whisked it for a while, to the beat of whatever song was playing. He had long since memorized all the songs on both their iPods, and he laughed when he heard Kurt joining him on the chorus from the shower. He took the blender from one of the black cupboards and blended away, then grabbed a pan from shelf, pouring the batter in, smiling contentedly when Teenage Dream came on, and put the pan in the oven. He set the timer, and milled around the living room, cleaning up some dishes from last night's take-out. He returned to the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher, and wiped down the counter. He heard the water turn off in the bathroom and walked back to the bedroom, setting a timer on his phone in case he didn't hear the timer in the kitchen. He picked out some clothes from his considerably smaller side of the closet, some red jeans and a gray sweater vest over a black shirt. He took some bow-ties off the rack and set them on the bed.

Kurt came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and grabbed his clothes from off the bed, and got dressed, telling Blaine about his plan for the day.

"My boss needs some new bolts of fabric for this design but the closest store with the right shade of blue is 50 miles out, so I have to drive out there, she will have a fit if she doesn't have it before the end of the day, so I might be home late if she needs help with it, I know we planned to go out but I don't think I can make it, maybe tomorrow? Her other assistant called in sick this morning, and she has some gift baskets she needs arranged and letters sent out. "

"That's ok," Blaine smiled, "I will plan something else, how about a quiet dinner in?"

Kurt smiled, "That's perfect!" He put his hand on Blaine's cheek and kissed him loudly, then picked out one of the bow-ties and tied in around Blaine's neck, kissing the knot right when the timer on his phone went off, followed by the faint ring emanating from the kitchen.

"It's done!" Blaine yelled, Kurt winced at the volume, but followed as Blaine cheerfully skipped to the kitchen, pulling open the oven and touching the pan, squealing and shaking his newly burned finger.

Kurt sighed and took the hot pads from the drawer and pulled out the pan, looking at it quizzically. "Um, Blaine, are you aware that these pancakes are pink?"

"Yeah, it's for valentine's Day!"

"Hmm." Kurt looked at it again, setting it down on the counter. He grabbed some plates, scrunching his nose at the weird smell coming from the pan. He cut up the pancakes and put one on each of their plates, setting them on the breakfast counter. He grabbed some silverware, and sat down next to Blaine who was putting a band-aid on his finger. He took a bite of the pancake. "Um, this is, um, very, interesting. Did…did you do something different?"

Blaine looked at him and took a bite. "Oh, this is awful."

"Yeah, pretty much." Kurt replied. "Hun, I think you forgot the flour."

A/N: so, yeah, I did once try to make pink pancakes for me and my sister, and also forgot to add the flour. They were pretty disgusting. In case you are curious here is the recipe for Swedish Pancakes that I use, they are really good, if you remember the flour that is,

Swedish Pancakes

Melt 3 tablespoons of butter in a 9x13 in pan.

Beat 4 eggs for 3 minutes in blender.

Add 1/3 cup brown sugar

½ teaspoon of salt

1 ½ cup milk (or milk substitute, I use Rice Dream)

1 cup flour

Then beat for 3 more minutes and pour into pan.

Bake for 20-30 minutes at 400degrees Fahrenheit.