in which brandon tries to surprise callie with blueberry pancakes (prompted by anon)

NOTE: this is a companion piece to the biscuits and gravy drabble, but you don't really need to read both.. at all..


"Mix the flour, baking powder and salt in a bowl.." Brandon muttered to himself. "Beat the egg and milk.. How do you beat an egg? Throw it against a wall?"

He rolled his eyes, cracking an egg into the small jug of milk he had poured out. If he had known how much effort was involved in making pancakes, he probably would have just brought Callie to iHOP..

"Stir in half the blueberries, and the melted butter.. What melted butter?" Brandon looked around the mess he had created in the kitchen. He had definitely not melted any butter.

This recipe was so stupid..

Brandon grabbed a pot from the cupboard, and dumped a chunk of butter in it, turning on the hob high, trying to melt it as quickly as possible. Callie would be up soon, and he kind of wanted to have it all ready to surprise her.

He dumped the butter in the mixture, and started to mix it again, reading the recipe on his iPhone screen with one sticky hand. "Heat a small knob of butter in a non stick pan.. How am I supposed to know the difference between a normal pan and a non stick pan?"

"Theres a red dot in the middle of the non stick ones."

Brandon practically as someone came to stand behind him, almost breathing down his neck, dropping the bowl of pancake mix in shock, the glass bowl shattering into a million pieces as it hit the floor, pancake mix flying everywhere - all over the floor, all over Brandon..

"Sorry." Callie winced. "I thought you heard me coming in."

"Clearly not." Brandon sighed. There went that surprise.

"I'm sorry." Callie laughed at his pouting expression. "What were you doing anyway?"

"I was trying to make blueberry pancakes." Brandon admitted. "You said they were your favourite."

"You were making pancakes for me?"

"I was.. Now I'm wearing them, but.."

Callie grinned cheekily, running a finger along Brandon's cheek, which was streaked with pancake mix. Brandon watched, wide eyed, as Callie put the mixture coated finger in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

"Mm.. Not bad B." Callie said. "Could use some more sugar though."

"My cooking skills don't even stretch to pancakes.."

"Good thing you have me around then." Callie grinned. "Lets clean this mess up first, and then we can make another batch, okay?"

Brandon nodded, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed for not managing to make even one pancake for her.

"Oh, and Brandon?" Callie said, her lips grazing softly against his. "Thank you."

Brandon couldn't help but grin as Callie tossed him a sweeping brush to clean up the glass, the spectacular mess the last thing on his mind - he didn't really care about the mess, or the pancakes anymore.

He cared a hell of a lot more about the fact that Callie had just kissed him (kissed him!)

"Brandon?" Stef padded into the kitchen, wide eyed. "I was going to ask what the crash was, but I think its pretty self explanatory. How did you manage this?"

"Oh, no! Brandon!" Lena almost wailed. "My dad gave me that bowl, how were you so careless….."

Brandon tuned out most of his moms berating, nodding and apologising in all the right places.

Worth it.