A/N: This chapter started out differently, then I saw The Adjustment Bureau and it changed (i.e. was rewritten) and got longer. So I split it into two parts. I'm still trying to figure out where this fic is heading. For now, the characters are driving it.

The page with the pop tart recipe is lifehacker.#!5777078/ make-wholesome-homemade-pop+tarts (add protocol, slashes, and remove spaces).

I've got some ideas from other authors. If you see something that was in your story, it may very well be. Thanks in advance.

Secret Admirer / Ch. 4 - Pop-Tarts

Author: TerribleSpy

Rating: T

Characters: Kurt, Jeff, Blaine (no KLAINE, sorry)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I just want to play in that universe.

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A recipe for home-made pop tarts? thought Kurt. This guy is must be Warbler, knowing that I stress bake. Somehow, Kurt felt this guy had crossed a line. He forwarded the email to Jeff with a note.

Do you think this is going a little overboard? This guy is getting all stalkery with this. Any way to trace it? Thanks in advance~/K

Jeff's reply was almost instantaneous. Breakfast?-j

Kurt texted him. He was probably downstairs already using his phone rather than his laptop. On my way~/K

Kurt had noticed Blaine in the dining hall sitting with Wes and David, smiled, and nodded to them as he walked past to sit with Jeff. Jeff smiled as Kurt sat down opposite him with his breakfast.

"I have a few things to say about that email." began Jeff. "First, you realize that I'm now president of the Kurt Hummel appreciation society, right?" Kurt blushed. "So when the HOME-MADE POP TART REVOLUTION begins, I'll be spared?" Kurt smiled and snorted.

"Seriously, if you start making those and giving them away, you will be so popular, I'll never get a space on your dance card for another date. And I so want another one." said Jeff blushing a little.

Kurt smiled "Yeah, me too. You mentioned tea with scones. Saturday?" suggested Kurt.

"How about a matinee and tea afterwards at my house in Columbus? Say, Saturday at 1pm?" offered Jeff.

"It's a date. Now, what about my secret stalker?"

"Technically, it would be easier to just forward the email to the Warbler's mailing list asking the guys if they think this is sort of stalkery or creepy. What about it bothers you?" asked Jeff.

"I told you about Karovsky."

"The bully at McKinley who threatened you? Yeah." said Jeff.

As Kurt told Jeff the whole Karovsky story, Jeff's eyes widened. "I see now why you clung to Blaine when you came here. But, I don't see how Karovsky could know all this stuff about you. Seriously, just forward it to the guys for advice. And don't say I didn't warn you about new friends seeking pop tarts."

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They decided to make scones and try the pop-tart recipe at Jeff's house on Saturday afternoon rather than going to a movie. Kurt wanted to change out of his skinny jeans and cashmere sweater, but Jeff assured him they had "industrial strength" aprons for cooking. His sense of humor is just weird but I kinda like it. thought Kurt.

Jeff's mom and 14-year-old sister weren't home when Jeff and Kurt arrived, so the boys went into the kitchen, donned commercial chef's aprons, and got to work. Kurt seemed apprehensive about cooking in the sweater, so Jeff lent him an old Warbler's T-shirt.

Jeff perused the recipe for the pop-tart crust and fillings, checked the cabinets and found all the supplies they'd need for both the crust, two fillings, and scones. He set the oven for the scones, since prep for the pop-tarts took longer, printed out the recipe and laid out the ingredients. "You up to doing the scones? They're just a lightly sweet, low-fat, biscuit dough with currents or raisins and glazed with egg yolk to be fancy. Or you can put in whatever tickles your fancy." Kurt nodded and smiled at the idea of cooking with Jeff.

"The crust for these is kind of tricky and I'm going to make a triple batch. We'll bake them off tomorrow if you're up to staying over." said Jeff.

"Sure. The would be fun." Kurt blushed. Jeff wants to have a sleepover? With me?

Jeff took out a huge Cuisinart from one of the cabinets, got a mixing bowl and spoon for Kurt, and laid measuring cups and spoons. They got to work.

Kurt had the scones baking by the time Jeff had the dough rolled out and chilling in the fridge. "Shall we have tea more formally or just go alfresco?" asked Jeff.

"Actually, I'd love a cup of coffee. Several. I hope that's OK." said Kurt as they clean up the kitchen and Kurt changed back into his sweater.

"Sure, I have a specialty blend from an uncle in San Francisco. Starbucks doesn't do varietal drip coffee any more, just that Pike's Peak crap." said Jeff.

Jeff waited until the scones came out of the oven before preparing the coffee and a pot of tea. They were about to sit down when Jeff's mom and sister came in through the front door.

"Mmmm. Smells like Jeff's home for a visit. Or we've had a drive-by baking accident." Maybe that sense of humor runs in the family, thought Kurt.

"In here Luce, mom." said Jeff somewhat nervously. "Mom, Lucy, this is Kurt."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Shapiro. Lucy." said Kurt.

"Nice to meet you Kurt. Please call me Rose." Kurt smiled.

"We were just about to sit down to some tea and coffee." offered Kurt. "Jeff wanted to try a home made pop-tart recipe I found and showed me how to make scones. And his coffee is terrific."

Rose smiled. Lucy smirked. "Nice one Jeff. Not only is he cute but you've got yourself a kitchen slave to boot. Are you that counter-whatever?"

"Lucy! Just remember what goes around comes around. You can expect some awkward questions of a boy you bring home in a few years." Jeff said frowning, noting Kurt's growing blush.

"Pooh. You'll be away at college." she said petulantly.

"I'll find a way." replied Jeff.

"You two are impossible. Sit. Have tea. I thought I'd have peace in this house when you both got older, but you still fight like two three year olds." said Rose exasperated.

Kurt was new to the whole sibling experience and found this very amusing. "Yes, I'm a counter-tenor in the Warblers. And it may not be my place to say so, but it's not nice to torture your bother. That's my job." Kurt nudged Jeff's shoulder, but Jeff was still turning red.

Lucy snorted. "Oh. I like him."

"Uhm. Mom, would it be OK if Kurt stayed over? We'd like to go to a movie tonight and it will be to late to get back into the dorms."

"Sure, honey. I'll make up the couch in your room for him." she said.

"What are you going to see?" asked Lucy.

"Sorry, Luce. I was thinking of The Adjustment Bureau. If you want to see Alex Petifer's abs, you'll have to go with your friends." Jeff said with a grin. "She has a thing for man candy. Not that I don't share it, but hey I've got my own kitchen slave now." Kurt colored.

As they were walking out the door, Jeff smiled "What was that about torturing me?"

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A/N: I am truly turning in to a Glee fangirl. I'm starting to see movies plots with the thought "what would it be like if the Glee characters were in this?" (specifically Blaine or Jeff or Kurt) or "That would be a neat thing to put in a story." Armistead Maupin mentioned this phenomenon in one of his novels (The Night Listener, I think). Every little thing that might be used for a story gets captured, examined (oh, shiny!), and cataloged for later use either as is or embellished. Should I be worried?

I'm also having lots of fun with random stuff I come across on the net or in my life thinking how it might be good to send it to Kurt. So far, that's the loose framework around this story.