Author's Note: This chapter is basically just boys messing around being boys :) there will be plenty of future drama in the story, but our poor boys need a bit of a break.
-SQ
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Chapter Eight: Chocolate Chip Cookies
To: Finn Hudson
From: Blaine Anderson
Did Kurt talk to you?
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To: Blaine Anderson
From: Finn Hudson
Yeah. I feel really bad.
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To: Finn Hudson
From: Blaine Anderson
So do I. We should do something to make it up to him.
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To: Blaine Anderson
From: Finn Hudson
Yeah, but what?
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To: Finn Hudson
From: Blaine Anderson
Well, I did have an idea…
*****BB*****
"Hey, Kurt."
Kurt stopped and backtracked to his stepbrother's bedroom.
"Hey what?"
"Do you have any plans for this afternoon?"
"No," replied Kurt. "Unless you call working on my obscene amount of homework 'plans'. Why?"
"You wanna come over to Blaine's with me?"
"What?"
"You wanna come over to Blaine's with me this afternoon?" Finn repeated.
"You're inviting me to your Basketball Saturday with Blaine?" said Kurt.
"And I thought I was supposed to be the slow one in this family." Finn chucked a pillow at him. "Yes, I'm inviting you to come with me for Basketball Saturday at Blaine's. Of course if you don't want to come…"
"Oof!" said Kurt as the pillow struck him in the stomach. Then, "Yeah I want to come! Thanks, Finn!"
"Don't thank me, it was Blaine's idea."
Kurt left the room and then turned back toward his brother.
"Finn, we won't be watching basketball the whole time, will we?"
Finn laughed.
"Basketball won't be on the whole time. There's only one game today."
"Good said Kurt in relief. "I'm going to go get a few things. Don't leave without me!"
"Don't take forever!" Finn responded. "I want to make it there before four."
"Finn, it's five past noon."
"Damn, I knew I should have told you earlier."
Kurt chucked the pillow back at Finn and left the room. Finn smiled and shook his head. He would never understand Kurt, but seeing him happy like this was totally worth it, especially since he preferred his head attached to his shoulders and his eardrums intact.
****BB*****
"Hey guys!" Blaine opened the door and let them into the grand foyer.
Finn and Kurt hung up their coats and followed Blaine into the living room.
"Come on," said Blaine, grabbing their hands and tugging them forward. "The game's about to start!"
Kurt pouted.
"What? No hello kiss?"
Blaine stopped, grabbed Kurt's other hand, spun him in a full circle, and then yanked him forward against his lips.
"Hello, Kurt," he murmured.
"Hello, Blaine," said Kurt somewhat breathlessly.
Blaine pecked him lightly on the cheek.
"Now come on before we miss the beginning of the game."
*****BB*****
The three boys settled themselves onto the plush couch, Finn on one site, Blaine on the other, Kurt half lying in the middle with his head resting in Blaine's lap. Finn and Blaine sat with their eyes glued to the screen, Blaine's left hand resting on Kurt's hair, his right alternating between his soda can and the bowl of popcorn on the table. Kurt pulled out the latest issue of Vogue, brought along specifically for the occasion, and proceeded to immerse himself in it for the remainder of the game, emerging only when the other two cheered or groaned extra loudly, and which point he asked what was going on and received an answer that only vaguely made sense, though whether that was due to ineptitude on his part or that of his brother and boyfriend he wasn't sure.
"Your brother is ridiculous," said Blaine to Finn as the game drew to a close, lacing his fingers through Kurt's hair.
"You're the one who chose to date him," said Finn.
"I'm right here you know, guys," said Kurt over the top of his magazine.
"It's kind of hard to forget when your legs are draped across my lap, bro," said Finn.
Kurt stuck his tongue out at his brother.
"How did they get there, anyway?" asked Finn. "I know you weren't lying down like that when we started watching the game."
"While you were busy 'watching the game' I decided to move into a more comfortable position," said Kurt. "Do you have a problem with that?" His tone was joking, but Blaine didn't miss the undercurrent of tension behind the remark, and wondered just what had gone on between these two boys before they had become step-brothers.
"No," Finn replied after a beat of silence, "but if my legs fall asleep you're cleaning up the dishes."
The tightness in Kurt's smile relaxed and he kicked at Finn, prompting the bigger boy to tickle his foot.
"Blaine! Blaine! Help me!" squealed Kurt, writhing and squirming in his boyfriend's lap.
"I don't know," said Blaine. "That looks kind of fun…" and he pinned Kurt's arms to his sides and attacked his ribs, causing the boy to shriek even louder and more piercingly.
"Ow!" said Finn, releasing Kurt's foot to clap his hands over his ears. "That was shrill!"
"Tell me about it," said Blaine, rubbing his own ears.
Kurt sat up and straightened his clothes.
"Serves you right," he muttered huffily.
He took a compact mirror from his pocket and opened it.
"And you messed up my hair!"
The two older boys rolled their eyes and Kurt couldn't help but grin. This was how it was supposed to be, the three of them, hanging out, together.
"What are you so happy about all of a sudden?" asked Blaine.
Kurt just grinned wider.
"I have the best brother and the best boyfriend in the world."
Finn and Blaine both threw their arms around him, mussing his no-longer-perfect hair even more in the process.
"Does this make up for the last couple of weeks, then?" asked Blaine, nuzzling Kurt's neck.
"Well…" said Kurt slowly. "It would…if we were then to make cookies and listen to show tunes."
"Done!" said Blaine and Finn.
"And stop doing that," Kurt added to Blaine. "It's distracting."
Blaine laughed and planted a kiss on Kurt's cheek.
"Cookies and show tunes it is then, right this way my good sir."
Finn followed his step-brother and his boyfriend into the Andersons' substantial kitchen. The physical affection between the two boys didn't make him uncomfortable exactly, really they could be quite cute at times, but he wasn't that big on PDA to begin with, and honestly he was still getting used to the sight of two boys kissing and cuddling and holding hands and flirting. But it wasn't a bad thing, he reminded himself; he should be getting used to it; Kurt and Blaine, and other people like them, deserved to be happy just as much as people like Finn and Quinn did.
"What kind of cookies do you guys want to make?" asked Blaine, opening one of the cupboards. "Finn, any preferences?"
"He likes every kind of cookie known to man," said Kurt, who was hooking up his iPod to the speakers. "I say we make chocolate chip. Nothing beats the classics."
"Sounds good to me, dude," said Finn.
"One batch of chocolate chip cookies, coming right up," said Blaine. "Tube or scratch?"
"Scratch!" said Kurt, looking scandalized. "Put that offensive thing away!"
Blaine waved the cookie dough tube in Kurt's face. Kurt made a grab for it, managed to snatch it from him, and bopped him soundly on the head with it.
"Ow!" Blaine protested, rubbing the top of his curly pate. "Abuse! Finn, your brother is abusing me!"
"This is a lovers' quarrel, dude," said Finn. "I am so not getting involved."
Kurt stuck the tube of cookie dough back in the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs.
"Now, you incompetent, pathetic excuses for human beings, I will demonstrate the proper way to make chocolate chip cookies."
*****BB*****
An hour, several cracked eggs, and an explosion or two of flour later the dough was ready to be formed into cookies.
"Finn! Get your hand out of that bowl!" commanded Kurt.
"We ma'e three batches, Kur'," Finn protested, his mouth full of cookie dough.
"And we want to get three batches of cookies out of them," retorted Kurt.
He turned back to the cabinets and bent over to pull out the cookie sheets. Blaine wolf-whistled.
Kurt straightened up, cookie sheets in hand, to glare at him and noticed a two-finger-sized hole in the cookie dough.
"Finn!" he said, shoving the cookie sheets at his brother so forcefully that the tall boy stumbled back a step.
"What?" he asked, confusion written all over his face.
Blaine giggled.
Kurt rounded on him, gaze narrowing in on the cookie dough beneath his boyfriend's usually pristine fingernails.
Kurt threw up his hands as Finn threw a handful of spilled flour at Blaine. The shorter boy made a face at him and ducked. The flour hit Kurt instead.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, shaking flour from his eyes. "Cut that out!"
He grabbed a chocolate ship off the counter and fired it at Finn, flicking another one at Blaine for good measure.
"Oh! I've been hit!" cried Blaine, clutching his chest and pretending to stagger under the blow.
"Would you two stop acting like such children?" said Kurt, actually stamping his foot. This action only kicked up another cloud of flour dust.
Blaine grinned. His boyfriend was just too adorable when he was annoyed.
"Awww, we're just having fun." He put on his best puppy-dog look.
Kurt rolled his eyes and relented, granting his boyfriend an exasperated smile.
"You are impossible. Both of you."
"I know," said Blaine, grabbing Kurt with an arm around his waist. "That's why you love us."
Kurt pecked him on the nose just as Finn's stomach gave a loud grumble.
"So," he said, somewhat sheepishly, "how about those cookies?"
AN: Now I want chocolate chip cookies . But I suppose reviews would be just as good *hint hint*
-SQ
