Sam knows he can do it. It can't be that difficult. He saw Kurt doing it many times. He will master it and then he will crack eggs with one hand like a pro.
And let's not forget the benefit of being dubbed awesome boyfriend when he brings breakfast to bed.
Everything is set and ready. He takes the first egg from a carton and positions a bowl just right for the impact. Sam lifts the egg.
"This is Red 5, I'm going in." Red 5 crashes against the edge of the bowl but besides a few cracks the shell holds.
Sam shakes his head, muttering, "The force is strong with this one."
He goes for another dive, attacking the bowl. He tries to pry the shell open with no success. He chooses another egg.
"Accelerate to attack speed."
Finally something cracks – the bowl.
"Shit." Sam stares at the pieces. "Red leader, I guess we destroyed our target, after all." Maybe he should have chosen a sturdier one.
He looks at the egg in his hand. A piece of the shell fell off and there is white visible there. He taps the egg against the counter and peels more of the shell. The eggs are hardboiled. Must be for Kurt's egg salad or something.
"You got a little cooked but you'll be okay," Sam tells the egg and puts it back into the carton. No wonder the mission failed.
Sam roots in the fridge and finds another carton. This time he cracks the egg with a knife as usual to avoid any more damages. The new eggs are not boiled. But he forgot to get a new bowl too, which means he's dripping egg white all over the counter when he's retrieving one.
"Get set up for your attack run." At last he can practice his egg cracking skills.
There are no more major accidents. Just some milk and spice join the egg white on the counter. He's aiming for an omelet.
When he's finished his preparations, Sam heats oil in a frying pan. He then pours the mix into it. Unfortunately, while trying to flip the omelet he spills some of the oil on the electric burner and a strong smell starts spreading through the kitchen.
After a moment Kurt appears in the kitchen doorway, holding one of his sleeves over his nose.
"Sam, what's going on?" He quickly surveys the battleground and then goes to open a window. "Let's get out of here until the smoke clears." He moves to switch off the stove.
Sam looks at him like he's crazy.
"Evacuate? In our moment of triumph." He grins and stirs the contents of the frying pan because the omelet somehow turned into scrambled eggs.
Kurt rolls his eyes and shrugs. He gets bread and puts it in the toaster and starts cleaning the counter.
"You should be in bed," Sam says, distributing the scrambled eggs on plates. "That's how it usually works."
"Well, I can't stay in bed when the death star's approaching, can I."
Sam almost drops the empty frying pan.
"Kurt, that's from- You just-." Sam gapes.
"I know," Kurt smiles and steps closer to Sam. He takes the pan and places it on the stove. "I have the greatest Jedi master to learn from."
"I love you," Sam mumbles and lifts Kurt on the counter, slipping between his legs.
"It's not cleaned yet!" Kurt protests but is swiftly silenced by Sam's lips.