The Klaine Diaries- Flour Face
Kurt awoke with a start. Was it a dream? He was used to waking up with Blaine's arms round me but did anything else happen apart from cuddling.
He inspected under the sheets, naked, yeah, they did. He relaxed into Blaine's body with a smile. He was sore but happy, he slowly drifted back off too sleep in complete bliss.
"Kurt, Blaine, Pancakes!" the sound of Carole's voice made the boys jump and rub their eyes.
Blaine let out a groan and lay flat on his back; Kurt rolled over and started making circles on Blaine's chest.
"Good morning beautiful," he chuckled as Blaine ran his fingers through his hair.
"Morning Mr Hummel," he returned Kurt's beaming smile and kissed the boy on the forehead, "We'd better go down stairs, I am not missing Carole's pancakes."
The Klaine slumped down the stairs, Kurt struggling to hide his weird walk caused by Blaine.
"Hey boys," Burt greeted them, mouth full of toast.
The boys returned the 'hey' in unison. They took a seat at the table, Kurt wincing as he sat. He received a strange look from Finn, who had one a fork in one hand, and his phone in the other.
"So, you boys have fun last night?" Carole's pancakes were placed on the table as she spoke.
"Um yeah, we did," Kurt blushed as his boyfriend's blain tent arch of the eyebrow.
"Yeah we heard," Burt added.
The boys froze. Crap. Shit. They heard? Kurt bit his lip and grabbed Blaine's knee under the table, he didn't flinch, he was paralysed with fear.
"What were you guys doing, dancing?" he was so naïve, but they were grateful for it at that moment.
"Yeah, just practicing for glee."
Practicing. They were familiar with that code word now.
Text from Rachel
How did it go? Xx
Reply from Kurt
;)
Kurt sat at his computer and immediately went to Facebook.
Kurt Hummel: I'm so unbelievably happy right now! xx
(Blaine Anderson Likes this)
Kurt turned to the boy lying on his bed, he was on his Blackberry, smiling.
"So am I," Blaine's next word was interrupted by Kurt's vibrating phone.
Text from Rachel
AHHH! I'll take that as a good sign; tell me about it at glee on Monday! x
Kurt didn't reply, he needed to teach Blaine to bake. Yes, their post-sex activity was baking.
"Okay, now crack the eggs, but be careful of the shell," Kurt had donned a blue sparkly apron and had screwed on his business head, Blaine just followed instructions, he didn't want to be responsible for ruining their chocolate chip cakes.
The shorter boy carefully tapped the shell against the bowl; he winced as he saw the mixture of shell and yolk fall into the bowl.
"Uhh Kurt?" he expected a stern look and a shouting at, but instead he received a "Never mind," and a kiss on the cheek from his boyfriend.
Blaine was getting more confident about his cooking skills, he insisted on mixing the dough and preparing the icing.
"Blaine, can you scratch my nose?" the boy stood, pulling a face that emphasised his itching nose, his dough covered arms stood upright.
Blaine lightly scratched his trim finger nail over the tip of Kurt's nose,
"Bit higher, that's great thanks," Kurt turned to walk to the cakes but saw a smiling Blaine tap a finger on his cheek, signalling for a 'thank you' peck, Kurt obliged and delicately placed a beautiful kiss on his flour covered cheek.
"Ok, now we need to put them in the oven, did you set it to 180?"
"Yep," Blaine placed the tray in the oven with Kurt's pink oven mitts. He slammed the door shut and lent against the surface.
"What now?" he tried to grab Kurt's eye, who was cleaning up fallen chocolate chips.
"We wait," he didn't lift his yes, desperately trying to fit over 20 chips into his hand.
Blaine was far too impatient to just wait; instead he reached for the flour, took a pinch and flicked it at Kurt's face. He gasped and flung the chips into the air.
"Blaine!" the boy being shouted at just giggled as Kurt stood in shock.
"Blaine! You I can't believe you just did that!" his tone became a lot more playful and fun, he too grabbed a handful of flour and tried to catch his boyfriend, who was running around the work surfaces like an infant.
"Kurt no!" he giggled infectiously, grabbing onto the table to stop him falling, Kurt finally was in a position where he could successfully hit his target. Said target just laughed at the unfamiliar messiness of Kurt, a tiny piece of hair had fallen out of place and his face was white with flour. The curly haired boy ran to grab the chips, but fell on the way. He sat; laughing in the pile of flour that he slipped on, Kurt joined him.
"Look at you!" the flour covered boys giggled at the situation.
Blaine didn't respond with words, he just leant over, so his arms were either side of Kurt's waist and pressed his pips against the others. Kurt's hand lifted to his face and pulled him in deeper, the taste of flour and icing flooded his mouth. He ran his fingers through his boyfriend's curly locks, pushing him into the kiss by the back of his head. Blaine straddled the younger boy, who was leaning against the counter, they never broke the kiss. Blaine found his now lover's apron surprisingly sexy, sort of like a housewife look. Even with a flour face a eggy hair, Kurt was still the epitome of perfection in Blaine's eyes. They continued to make-out passionately, until an optimistic sound interrupted their activities.
"Their done!" a breathless Kurt whispered against Blaine's ear.
"I'm not,"
The cakes were cold by the time the boys had got to them, but they were practicing.
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