Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox. Dalton belongs to CP Coulter.
Logan shouldered his way through the door to Stuart, his arms full of his class work and music form Warblers practice. He was about to head up the carpeted staircase to his dorm room, when a familiar and sparking scent hit his nose. Quirking an eyebrow, he pivoted on his heel and walked through the swinging door to the kitchen.
Julian was standing over a bowl; a white apron was double tied around his waist. Vanilla batter was being mixed furiously, pink frosting and blue sprinkles already set out. The actor turned to Logan as he started to pour the mix into the cupcake tins.
"Oh, hello! Didn't see you there. How was Warbler's practice?" said Julian.
"Enh. Boring. But, what's with the cupcakes?... What's the date?" asked Logan.
"The fifteenth of December," Julian replied with a smirk, returning to his poring.
"Ah. National Cupcake Day. One of the four days in the year where, instead of being lazy and buying the little sweets, you actually make them."
"Well, I'm sorry not every day can be one of our birthdays or NCD."
"…You actually gave it an acronym," Logan replied disbelievingly.
"Yes," Julian blushes. "Don't judge!"
"I won't, I won't. It's…endearing," said Logan, taking time to phrase his answer. The blond walked over behind his boyfriend, slinging his arms around the waist of the boy who was about to put the cupcakes in the oven. His breath ghosted along the back of Julian's neck.
"Don't, Logan!" Julian tried, and failed, to swat him off. "You're distracting me. I'm gonna burn myself putting these in."
"Well, I'll just have to kiss it better, no?"
"You are insufferable."
Slipping the un-baked cupcakes into the oven, without, of course, a hitch, Julian stood back up and found a pair of hands fumbling with the tightly done knot around his waist where the strings of the apron hung.
"You know," grumbled Logan, "I do like you being domestic and stuff, but the apron is just another layer of clothes that will eventually come off. Why don't you just save us the time and leave it off?"
"Nope. It's tradition." Julian fluidly undid the rest of the apron and flung it onto the countertop. Slowly turning his head, Julian was just able to reach Logan's jaw with his lips, and left a mark that told Logan that cupcakes weren't the only sweet things he was getting later.