Kurt was the one to start most of their traditions. Back in high school, he was the one who started bringing Finn warm milk and initiating "lady chats" to discuss their lives when they were attending different schools, something that continued on as they traveled to New York. Their first trip to the city marked the beginning of his ritual with Rachel-any big event, test, audition, moment in general was celebrated with breakfast outside of Tiffany's. Occasionally, in the dead of winter when the city was covered in snow, they'd eat croissants and watch the movie instead. And when Blaine moved across the country with them to attend college, he bought him a new pair of sunglasses. He wasn't exactly sure how that one made sense in the scheme of things, but Blaine wore all 38 pairs of sunglasses Kurt had bought him for various occasions.
But it was Finn who wanted to start this-tradition-though Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to place such a permanent term to the event.
"I just can't believe you've never seen it," Finn said incredulously one Saturday morning as Kurt tried to cook chocolate chip waffles for him. Normally he preferred the organic kind from the shop down the block, but he hadn't done the grocery shopping this week and Blaine got distracted after Finn demanded chocolate chip waffle mix. "It's like, the perfect movie. Who hasn't seen it?"
"Has Rachel seen it?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow, and that seemed to shut Finn up.
"Okay, no," he finally admitted, eying the waffles as Kurt slid some on a plate. "But that's only because she's super busy with musical rehearsals and stuff and never has the time."
"And I don't have anything going on?"
"You're making your brother waffles on a Saturday morning. Something tells me you have a couple hours free to spare."
"Fine," Kurt finally relented as he passed Finn his plate. "I will watch Braveheart with you."
"Yes!" Finn cheered, pouring an obscene amount of maple syrup over his food.
"How many times have you seen this movie?" Kurt asked a few minutes later when they had moved to the living room, Finn turning the DVD player on. (Kurt shouldn't have been as shocked as he was that it was still in the DVD player.)
"I lost track," Finn answered as he navigated through the title screen. "I stopped counting after like, 12 times."
"Of course you did," Kurt muttered, stabbing a piece of his waffle. "This is the one with Mel Gibson, right? The one you said my kilt reminded you of?"
"Shh!" Finn exclaimed, not bothering to answer his questions after he pressed the play button. "It's starting!"
Almost three hours later, Kurt had to agree. "It was a pretty good movie," he relented, much to Finn's excitement.
"I told you! Much better than all those old movies you and Rachel always want to watch," he smiled, and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I wouldn't say it was that good," he replied, standing up to clear away their breakfast plates.
"So, what do you say? New tradition? Every week, waffles and Braveheart?" Finn questioned eagerly.
"I don't know if I can watch it every week," Kurt said gently.
"Well, how about waffles and a movie? We can take turns picking," Finn suggested. "And whoever's turn it is to pick the movie picks the waffle flavor too!"
"So basically, every other week I'm stuck with chocolate chip waffles and Braveheart?"
"Yes, but the other weeks you get a movie and your gross bland waffles." Finn pointed out. Kurt turned the thought over in his mind.
"Deal," he finally agreed, shaking Finn's hand to make it official. "Next week-whole grain waffles and Roman Holiday."