Title: a storm whereon they ride
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Byron
Warnings: fluff
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 325
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, burned dinner-again
Sometimes, when Blaine gets home before Kurt, he tries to cook dinner. Nothing elaborate because he somehow manages to burn water most of the time, but simple things. Like spaghetti. How hard it is to throw tomato sauce into a pot with some spices?
Apparently, harder than he'd ever thought, because it burns. Badly.
Kurt's been having a hard time at work (none of his minions are up to par, and Anna vetoed something that had been Kurt's idea, and now Kurt is sure he'll be fired soon, and the last casting director he auditioned for called him a caricature, so that bastard is going to be Blaine's next birthday present for Kurt) so Blaine just wants to do something nice for him.
But he's pretty sure Kurt won't be happy if he comes home to find the kitchen on fire, so Blaine turns the stove off and drops the pot, scorched tomato and all, into the sink, then orders Chinese. It should get there right before Kurt.
Blaine cleans up the kitchen and glares at the pot before dumping the mess down the sink and soaking it. He sets the Chinese food on the table with Kurt's second-favorite dishes and two caffeine-free Diet Cokes.
Kurt walks in the door and laughs. "You tried to cook, didn't you?"
Blaine pouts at him but Kurt just saunters over and pulls Blaine into his arms, burying his face in the Blaine's collarbone. "Today was a day," Kurt mumbles into his skin. "I want to massacre them, Blaine. Just… painfully. Bloodily."
"My first class is cancelled next Monday," Blaine tells him. He can feel Kurt's smile, and then Kurt nuzzles Blaine's shirt down and kisses his skin. "Go change into something comfortable," Blaine says, rubbing his hand along Kurt's spine. "Dinner's waiting. We'll discuss things over that."
Kurt straightens up and smiles at him, dropping a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose before heading towards their room.