Disclaimer: I do not own glee, it belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox.
"What the heck is this?" Blaine held up a black dinner roll.
"Charcoal bread." Kurt said, stirring the sizzling lump of butter.
"What? Seriously?"
"Yeah. What d'you think it was?"
He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "burnt".
"Wait, so what's this stuff?" He picked up a smooth black rock.
Kurt looked at him pityingly, "That is a mussel, my poor boy." He threw in some chopped onions which almost immediately started caramelizing.
"Okay, and you're making...?"
"Babe," he said, swinging the spoon around, "We are making French onion soup, please try to keep up." He threw in some leeks and red onions then poured in vegetable stock and covered it with the lid.
"Now what?" Blaine stood in the middle of the kitchen awkwardly.
"We shall make...wait for it...melting moments!" he said dramatically.
"I really don't know what that is."
"Just listen yes?"
He took out the mixer and dumped in 350g of butter. Blaine's jaw nearly unhinged itself. Followed by a bit of icing sugar and vanilla essence. When the batter was done, he unhooked the beaters expertly an thrust one into Blaine's hands.
"Entertain yourself."
He folded in flour and cornflour deftly. And what was left was a beautiful silky mess.
He licked timidly at the beater. Oh God, that was good stuff.
Kurt filled two piping bags with the sticky mixture and lay baking sheets on to some trays.
"Watch me now."
He bent over the trays and, to Blaine's amazement, two dozen swirled cookies just appeared out of thin air.
"Think you can do that?"
"No" he answered truthfully. Kurt wrapped his delicate hands around his and guided his wrists in swirly motion. He watched Kurt's face, his tongue sticking out in concentration.
"There"
He stuck the trays into the oven and turned around. "Now. Icing!"
"Icing?" blaine said faintly.