Bake Cakes

Finals week was hell for Kurt and Blaine. NYU was an amazing school, but it also had really high expectations scholastically. Which means Kurt and Blaine were stressed. Especially Kurt. And when he was stressed, he baked. A lot.

Blaine wandered slowly into the kitchen of he and Kurt's apartment building. Blaine found his boyfriend bent over a bowl twisting his wrist violently. Typically when Kurt was doing that he was involved greatly. But not this time. Well maybe, if he's plays his cards right.

"Hey there Betty Crocker." Blaine said with a smug smile.
"Well with me being a guy and all it would be Betty Cocker wouldn't it(*authors note: I was watching 40 Year Old Version.)? Kurt said still concentrated on the pink goo in the silver bowl.

Blaine stalked towards Kurt in a sensual way. "So what are you cooking hot stuff?"
"Strawberry cupcakes." Kurt said with a frustrated sigh.
"Is it your psychology class?" Blaine asked knowingly.
"Yes! Ms. Thomas is just so god damn unfair with the way she grades her papers! My paper on senses was at least, the LEAST, a B, but no! A C. A fucking C Blaine. And her final is next week and I've been studying for three days! Three! For one test! That woman needs to be sent to a convent where no one can see her ugly tacky face." Kurt exhaled deeply.
Blaine smiled at his infuriated boyfriend. "Feel better?"
"Only a little bit, that's the messed up part." Kurt said with a small chuckle. "But whatever," he said waving his hands. "I'm just going to bake these stupid things so I can relax."
"I'll be here if you need me." Blaine said lowering himself onto one of their kitchen stools.
"Thanks." He said waving his hand.
Blaine observed his boyfriend as he moved to their iPod dock and turned on his baking playlist. (Yes he has one.)
As Lady Gaga's voice rang though, Americano began to pump though the speakers, Kurt began to move his hips to the music and singing lightly under his breath. As the chorus began his dancing began to become sharper and his words louder. Blaine couldn't help but stare at his hips when they hypnotized him.

As the song went to the bridge Kurt was slowly pouring the pink mix into the cupcake pan. Blaine's mouth was almost watering as he watched Kurt's lounge poke out of his lips slightly. He saw his tongue, as pink as the cupcake mix, between his luscious lips that really should be against his like, yesterday.
"Done!" Kurt exclaimed happily knocking Blaine out of his daydream.
Blaine stood up from his stool and slowly walked towards Kurt. "So when will they be done?" He said dragging his finger down his boyfriend's chest.
"About half an hour, why? Do you want one?" Kurt asked curiously.
Blaine smirked deviously, "Oh I want something."
Blaine leaned forward and pressed his lips under Kurt's jaw line making the other man moan.
"Oh Blaine...uhm, we should go upstairs." Kurt said with a struggle, because in reality, this was fine where they were.
"You've got it cupcake." Blaine said with a cheesy smile.
Kurt just rolled his eyes as he pulled Blaine up their stairs.

Yeahhhhhh cupcakes rock
Authors Notes:

Besides You and I, Americano is my favorite Lady Gaga song.

I'm currently stressing about my own Psychology class.

And I love 40 Year old Virgin.

Review! I take suggestions!