Well, I haven't done one of these for a while. I discovered this and, yep, now you have it. Oops. I could do a follow up to this if you want; just tell me what you think in your reviews!

This was inspired by a cooking book I have, which I was reminded of during a budgeting lesson with the delightful Amy. Yeah... that was a while ago... *drought* ;)

"You still fine for Saturday, Blaine?"

"Yes, Kurt, I told you; I've been looking forward to this all week! The guys here are driving me absolutely mental and- Trent! Put that down - and I can't wait to see you!"

Kurt blushed. Having transferred back to McKinley a month before, he was missing the Warblers, especially the Hobbit he called his best friend. For the last couple of months at the school, Kurt had felt that something had changed between them. Their relationship had always been platonic, but it began to seem slightly... less so.

Kurt shook his head; he couldn't have thoughts like this any more, he'd only end up with a broken heart. "You think you could get here for half eleven? I thought you could help me cook...?"

Kurt had to pull the phone sharply away from his ear as Blaine's laughter boomed out of the speaker. "Me help you cook? I can't even make toast!"

"Fine, watch then. Or keep company. I mean, unless you have rehersals or -"

"Don't be silly, of course I can come then."

Kurt beamed. "Okay. Well, I guess I'll see you then, then."

"Yeah. What? If you're quick. Kurt? Trent wants a word. I'm putting him on."

"Oh. Okay."

"Hi Kurt!"

"Ow, Trent, my eardrums!"

"Oops, sorry. How's McKinley?"

"Good thanks. It's great to be back, although I do miss Dalton terribly. How about you? Wes working you too hard?"

"Meh, Wes is always working us too hard. But yeah, I'm great. The only thing that's annoying me is hearing my roommate going on and on about how much he misses you and how he -"

"Hello again Kurt, ignore Trent. He now has coffee duty for the week."

Kurt could almost see Blaine's glare as he blushed and giggled. "Glad to know I'm being missed." Blaine remained silent. "Anyway, I have to go, I'll see you Saturday."

"Yeah see you then. Oh, and Kurt?"

Kurt's breath hitched. "Yes?"

"I- I miss you."

Kurt smiled bitterly. "I miss you too."

Kurt put the phone down and buried his head in his pillow. "I don't know what I was hoping for..." he whispered.

Come eight o'clock on Saturday, Kurt was already up, showered and dressed. Finn was on a date with Rachel and Burt and Carole had gone out for the day, leaving Kurt home alone. He checked his ingredients twice, made sure he had the page marked in the recipe book and had read though the recipe four times. He cleaned the sink (the dishes being long done) and polished the surfaces until they ere shiny enough for him to check his hair in. And while on the subject of hair... he ran upstairs, checking his appearance in the hall mirror, his bedroom mirror and the bathroom mirror.

Back downstairs, the time had just gone half past eight. Kurt sighed. If Blaine was getting here for half past eleven then that meant he'd probably leave Dalton at ten, so he wouldn't even be up yet. With another sigh he trudged back upstairs to make a start on the homework he'd been putting off.

Blaine pulled up at the familiar house and smiled. Since Kurt had transferred back to McKinley he'd seen a lot less of his best friend. He got out of his car, glancing up at Kurt's bedroom window. He saw him standing there and waved. The older boy waved back, then disappeared from view. Seconds later, he appeared at the front door as it opened.

"You're here!" Kurt waivered in the doorway, not sure of whether to run at Blaine and into a hug or stand back.

"I am!" Blaine seemed more certain, running to the door and almost sending Kurt flying. Kurt smiled as a strong pair of arms embraced his middle. "I've missed you so much." As Blaine pulled away, Kurt could see tears pricking the back of his wide eyes.

"Hey, I'm here with you now. Anyway, it has only been a week."

Blaine seemed to snap to his senses. "Yeah. Of course. Well, erm, aren't you going to let me in?"

"Oh, yeah." Kurt stepped back to let the shorter boy pass him.

"So." Blaine was seated at the breakfast bar, watching Kurt flit around the kitchen. He'd already helped to mash the potatoes with butter and had watched Kurt mix in the salmon - which he had been cooking before Blaine arrived - and parsley, along with an egg. The bowl now sat, covered, in the fridge.

"So?" Kurt raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

"How's life?"

"Yeah, good. You?"

"Good."

An awkward few moments of silence passed.

"What are we having for dessert?"

"I wasn't thinking of doing one." Blaine acted horrified. "But..." Kurt pushed the cookery book across the island then walked around it and sat on the stool next to hi best friend. "My dad thought it'd be useful for when I started uni. It's a students' cookbook. Has different sections, and then in circles here," Kurt paused and pointed, "it gives preparation and cooking times, serving numbers and then three more circles with 'selling points' in. For example, on the salmon fish cakes page, it gives 'snack', 'posh' and 'fresh'. Anyway, here's the 'sweet stuff' section."

Kurt turned to the page and stood again. He went back around the island and got a jar of mayonnaise and a bottle of lemon juice from the fridge. He brought a bowl out of the cupboard as Blaine continued to flick through the book, face breaking into confusion or a smile as he saw bubbles like 'yum!', 'boozy', 'beer' and 'keeps'.

When Kurt had finished mixing the lemon mayonnaise, he looked up to see Blaine smiling triumphantly at him. "You found something?" Blaine nodded and pushed the book towards him. "Chunky choc cookies?" Kurt sounded unimpressed.

Blaine bit his lip and pointed to the little yellow bubbles. "It says mates, keeps and sexy." He lowered his voice to a whisper, truthful rather than dramatic. "Just like you..."