AN: Hi again! Just like to say thanks for reading this chapter, it shows that my writing isn't totally wasted :D So, in this whole story I use minor swear words, like "Damn" and stuff, but I'm just counting that as not really swearing for arguments sake for future reference in the story. Anyway, thanks everyone who story alerted and favourited this story! It's far from finished yet :) Reviews really motivate me, so if you wouldn't mind telling me what you think it would mean the world to me :) Enjoy!


The black oak door slammed shut behind the two teens, both dropping their heaving shopping bags to the ground with sighs of relief as they flexed their sore hands. "I'm just gonna' go change-" Kurt began to say as he made his way towards the stairs, but was stopped by a strong arm slinking around his waist, pulling him into a sweet kiss from his Love.
"Have I mentioned you look," Blaine whispered, giving him another quick kiss, "Absolutely", kiss, "Beautiful" kiss, "Today?", he finished with a smile to his flushed lips...and another kiss.

Kurt searched into the depths of his boyfriend's hazel orbs, finding a mixture of humour, love, and a glint of hidden lust. "Many a time, Mr Anderson," he replied sweetly and tapped his Love's nose lightly. Though he appeared to shrug off the over-used compliment, his stomach filled with newly-awakened butterflies, as always, just as fluttering as the last. Just looking at the perfection that was his boyfriend - Hell, even saying the word boyfriend- made his heart flutter like a humming bird trying to escape its cage. Sometimes, he felt like pinching himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming and wake up in the middle of a history lesson with a path of drool on his desk.

Blaine's expecting expression pulled him out of his reverie. Oh, right, yeah, he mentally slapped himself, stop looking like a tacky, lovesick valentine's puppy, you're meant to be talking right about now. "As I was saying," Kurt continued coolly from where he left off, as if he hadn't just been daydreaming about him and Blaine walking hand and hand into the sunset. Why on earth would he do that? "I'm gonna go change-"

"Ooh, can I watch?" Blaine gave a mischievous wink.

Kurt rolled his eyes. Boys. "-and you can get out the baking ingredients ready."

"Such cruel words" Blaine gave a mock-horror face, but gave him a quick peck on the lips no less before grabbing the shopping bags - two in each hand so he would only have to make one trip - while Kurt promptly jogged up the stairs making his way to his bedroom. He and his family had moved into a new house little more than a month after his dad Carole's wedding, giving Kurt and Finn their own rooms again (thank Gaga). He had never knew someone as messy as Finn in his entire life, even when he had been boarding at Dalton with David, that itself being an almost impossible task. The endless piles of socks - all odd, no less - would forever haunt him.

His new room was the attic; a brightly lit room from two large, slanted roof windows, a pale wooden floor and with the walls painted in earthy tones. It would never be his beloved basement, but still the best room in the house. An outfit was already set out on the navy covers of his double bed, and the aqua eyed teen quickly changed into the new set of clothes, depositing his old one's in the hamper by the door and his red boots in his shoe closet (yes, he really did have that many shoes). He then stood in front of his full-length mirror, admiring his choice of clothing and flicking bits of his hair this way and that, re-applying hairspray in needed places. He had gone for a simpler outfit for the occasion, a white cotton sweater which stopped at the elbows and hugged all the right places, accompanied by grey skinny jeans and black converses. It wasn't what he usually wore, but it went well with his apron and was easy to work in, so he could make an exception. Besides, he knew he still looked equally as amazing before.

When Kurt eventually walked into the kitchen-diner, he saw Blaine's head had disappeared into the depths of one of the lower kitchen cabinets, emanating sighs of frustration. "Blaine?"

The hazel eyed teen's head shot up in surprise, colliding with the counter top above above him with a loud bang. "Argh! Fuck!" Blaine,cried out in pain, clutching his head as he lost his balance and landed on the tiled floor with a thud.

"Oh, god, Blaine! I'm so sorry! Are you Okay?", Kurt rushed to his boyfriend's side, shimmering his hands over his body in concern. Never before had he heard Blaine swear before; it had sounded so wrong, as if tarnishing a perfect composition.

"Argh, I'm, I'm okay. Just...ow. Sorry." Blaine muttered and Kurt pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

"Sorry?", Kurt asked quizzically as he began to press more light kisses over his head. God, Blaine's hair was amazing - It smelt like a unique mixture of almonds and pine, blended together perfectly to make the most amazing aroma. The Belgian Chocolate curls were soft against his cheek, he felt like he would be content if he could keep it there for eternity.

"I, err, swore, didn't I? Sorry, I can't believe I swore in front of-"

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I honestly couldn't care less. You were hurt, it was instinctual. Forget about it."

"But-"

"Blaine?"

The hazel eyes teen sighed. "Yeah?"

"Shut up and help me make these damn cupcakes, I'll get you an ice-pack now.", Kurt stood fully, and ducked into the freezer, returning with the desired ice-pack. "What did you want from there anyway?"

"Um, a bowl, I think. You use one of those to make cupcakes right?", Blaine grinned sheepishly, secretly proud that he knew that at least. Kurt held out a hand for Blaine, which he took gladly and lifted himself up, gratefully accepting the ice-pack for his throbbing head. Who knew wood could be so violent?

"You do know that's the saucepan cabinet right? The bowls are over here," the aqua eyed teen opened an upper cabinet to his right, grabbing two large plastic bowls and setting them on the black marble counter island.

"Why do we need two?", Blaine questioned curiously.

Kurt scoffed. "I'm sorry, honey, but you're not going anywherenear my babies. You can make another batch we'll eat later? We could watch a movie... on the couch… alone..." Kurt batted his eyelashes flirtatiously.

Though Blaine was slightly insulted at the fact that Kurt wouldn't let him help make the birthday batch, and knew exactly what Kurt was trying to do with those eyelashes, he couldn't deny the movie time later. After all, Kurt had said that they'd got the entire house to themselves till at least 9' o clock, and checking his watch, it was only 1' o clock now. "Suit yourself. Though, by the way, my cupcakes are gonna kick your cupcake's asses. Just saying.", he winked. Of course, they both knew that wasn't true, it was still fun to have the rivalry.

"Oh, you think so? Well, we'll just see about that Mr Warbler."

"I'm not even a Warbler anymore!"

"Mr Warbler, you will always be Mr Warbler."


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