I'M BACK! DID YOU MISS ME? BECAUSE I MISSED YOU!
Okay guys…so this was written up north…yeahh. And this is going to be one effing long author's note!
The second/final chapter of my twoshot Before He Cheats is up, so go read that! And a small oneshot called That One Tiny Phrase is being posted later today :) It's about what was going through Blaine's head while he was telling Kurt he loved him during that one glorious scene in New York.
Idea given to me by MusicalEscape: So thanks a ton!
Heh…so I made a Darren Criss playlist the other day o_O I thought you guys might enjoy that little tidbit of info…it consists all his songs from the Ep, avpm/s and glee stuff that he sings, and the Katy Perry music video for Last Friday Night: You know, since he's in it for like 45 seconds ;)
And someone on one of my stories asked for a link to my Facebook page, so let me just get this out there: I don't have a Facebook. And I don't want one. I refuse to become a Facebooker, mainly because it's my goal in life to not be like everyone else. And I don't want to become even more addicted to technology/the Internet. Like, I love to be my own person. I wear my hair curly and fizzy and huge (I have Darren Criss hair. Seriously, if Darren were to grow his as long as mine, we'd have identical hair) because no one else does and I hate it when people copy me. Like (this is going to sound really childish) I bought this really freakin' AWESOME lunch box (at my school, brown disposable bags are the 'cool' thing to do), and then this girl who is like my sympathy friend came to school the next day with a lunch box very similar. I was SEETHING. SEETHING, I tell you.
But yes. Just thought you guys would like to know that about me. And there were a lot of parentheses interruptions in tht last paragraph :p
And I read an AMAZING story the other day. It's called Thursdays and I have a history. It's in my favorites, so GO READ IT! It's AMAZING. It's a slow burn though. I'm a sucker for the slow burn. So if any of you have written/read slow burn stories, let me know!
I also read McKlainely High and McKlainely High: Senior Year. And let me just say…in the sequel, the fern named Herman made my life. And Foster, and Parsnip, and Darling, and Kurt CoBlaine… I literally was rolling around on my bed like Draco from avpm/s every time that stupid love fern was mentioned. And then the fish named Klaine…Ohmigod. That author was a serious genius. Like, I want a love fern with Blaine named Herman! I want a fern that represents our love! Blaine's reaction to Herman was just…ohmigod. Blaine is so adorkable w/ the love fern, I couldn't stand it. He decorated it and… *dead*
Ohhkay. I'm alive! Here it is. Chapter 29!
"Dude, you've got to try this chocolate one! It's to die for!"
"Nu-uh, there is no possible way it's better than the poppy seed one!"
Wes and David came to a halt as they opened the door to Kurt and Blaine's room. They're arms were filled with muffins upon muffins.
"Hello?" Blaine said, confused as to what was going on.
"Oh," Wes said, "Kurt said you were gone for the evening."
"Ohh-kay," Blaine responded. It was still unclear as to why the two were in his room. "I was out, but then my grandma had to leave early: So here I am." He paused and took in their appearance: The loads of muffins in their arms, the crumbs surrounding their mouths. "Now, why are you guys here?"
"Oh yeah," David said, "So our room is being exterminated, and –"
"No," Wes clarified, "The bugs in our room are being exterminated."
"Right. So anyway, we have to stay out of our room for 24 hours. And we were bored, so we went down to raid the kitchen and we found Kurt their baking up a storm." David said. He appeared as if he was going to keep going, but Wes piped in before he could.
"And by storm, we mean like an actual muffin storm. Like there were probably close to ten batches of muffins in there. So Kurt was like 'Hey, since you guys are my best friends ever, take some muffins!' It was amazingly nice of him; I mean, he didn't put up a fight at all." Wes finished.
Blaine rolled his eyes, seriously doubting that Kurt had said that. He chuckled to himself for a moment, but then something hit him. "Wait," he paused, "Kurt…bakes?"
"Apparently," Wes said, his mouth full of muffin, "And he's, like phenomenal at it. Seriously, try this." He handed Blaine a muffin, who took it and bit into it cautiously.
"Oh. My. Sweet. God." Blaine said, his eyes going wide. "This is amazing!"
David and Wes shook their heads in agreement, and the three perched themselves on the floor and continued to eat the muffins.
"Hold up," Blaine said as he finished his fourth muffin, "What does this have to do with you guys being in my room?"
"Right," David said as he swallowed cinnamon muffin, "Kurt said he'd be down their till ten tonight and that you were out, so he offered to let us crash in his room for a while."
"Got it," Blaine responded as he picked up another muffin, "I wonder why he never mentioned that he baked. I mean, this – this is a gift!" He gestured to the pile of muffins that they were currently sitting around.
"That's what I said, man," David replied, "I was like 'Yo Kurt, you should sell these for hundreds of dollars.'"
Blaine just now remembered that large amounts of sugar turned his two best friends kind of insane. "Why is he baking so many?" He asked them.
"Dunno," Wes responded, "But who cares? We got enough muffins to last us –" He paused and counted the muffins. "– A few more minutes."
Blaine laughed and stood up. "I'm going to see him," he announced as he grabbed one last muffin.
" 'Kay," Wes said, his mouth stuffed with muffin, "Brin' ba' some mo' mu'ins!"
Blaine wasn't sure what he said, but he figured it had something to do with more muffins. "Sure," he said as he opened the door, "I'll be back later."
David nodded and he walked out of the room.
As he neared the kitchen, he caught a whiff of freshly baked muffins. He inhaled deeply and felt his mouth begin to water slightly. Blaine opened the kitchen doors and looked around. At first he didn't notice anything different. Then, as he rounded a corner, he started to see the piles of muffins. His eyes widened and he followed the muffin trail until his eyes landed on Kurt.
He was wearing an apron and had flour in his hair and all over his – well, everything. Blaine cracked a smile and approached the boy, who was so engrossed with his batter that he hadn't even noticed Blaine.
Blaine crept up behind him and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, resting his head on his shoulder. He planted a small kiss on his neck and pried the spoon out of his boyfriend's hand.
Kurt jumped a little, startled. He knew who it was – who else would come up and do that to him – but it still freaked him out. He forgot how into baking he got and how he became completely oblivious to anything else.
"Jeeze, Blaine," he mock-scolded, "A little warning would be nice."
Blaine chuckled, his breath hot against Kurt's neck. "I don't know how you didn't see me," he said, "I walked in right in front of your eyes."
Kurt sighed and turned around so that he could face Blaine. "I thought you were supposed to be out with your grandma," he said.
Blaine shrugged. "I was," he replied, subconsciously tightening his arms around Kurt's waist, "She had to go early though. So, here I am."
Kurt smiled sweetly at him. "Yup. Here you are," he stated, unsure of what else to say. "But as much as I love just being in your arms, could you possibly let me go? I've got a few more batches I need to finish by ten thirty."
Blaine released Kurt and leant against a counter. "So what's with the big baking spree?" He asked as he extended his arm to grab a muffin.
Kurt swatted his hand away. "Don't eat anymore," he told Blaine, "Wes and David already took like twenty of them."
Blaine smiled at his adorable boyfriend. "I know," he said, "I ate some of them."
Kurt laughed and gave his attention back to his muffin batter.
"But seriously," Blaine said a few minutes later, "Why are you baking all of these?"
Kurt sighed and started pouring the muffin batter into the pan. "Finn asked me to make him something for a bake sale their having," he said, "What for, I have no idea. I mean, they already went to Nationals; I don't know what else they would need the money for."
Blaine nodded and eyed the pile of muffins next to him. "Why didn't I know that you could bake?" He asked Kurt.
"It just never came up, I guess." Kurt started stirring the batter quickly and Blaine noticed that he stuck his tongue out a little as he did so.
He tried not to stare. He really, really did. But that tongue…Kurt just looked so freakin' adorable.
Snap out of it, Blaine, he told himself, He's baking. He doesn't want you to try and seduce him right now.
Blaine distracted himself by grabbing a muffin. Kurt immediately turned around and glared at him. "How many of those can you eat?" He asked.
Blaine shrugged and stuffed the rest of the muffin in his mouth.
Kurt went back to his mixing, Blaine continuing to watch him from behind.
As Kurt finished up his final batch, Blaine checked his watch and saw that it was almost ten thirty. "Finn should be here soon," he said. Kurt nodded and started to put the muffins into boxes.
About five minutes later, Finn walked in. "Ohmigod, it smells like heaven in here," he stated as he inhaled deeply. "Hey man," he said to Blaine when he noticed him. He looked around, his eyes widening at the sight of all the muffins. "Whoa, man, that's a lot of muffins."
Kurt looked around and nodded. "Well if you guys need the money, I figured I'd make a lot of them so people could buy as many as they wanted."
Blaine noticed that Finn got a sheepish, almost guilty look on his face. He quirked an eyebrow at Finn, who looked down.
This exchange didn't go unnoticed by Kurt. "Finn," he said, his voice taut, "What aren't you telling me?"
Finn glanced at Blaine, pleading with his eyes for him to call Kurt off. Blaine smirked at him and gave him a 'You got yourself into this, you can get yourself out' look.
"Well," he said, "I kind of – well – there is no…" He paused and took a deep breath. "I made the bake sale up."
Kurt put his hands on his hips and glared up at his brother. "Please tell me you're kidding," he said, his voice exasperated. "Because I made about 15 dozen muffins."
Blaine gave the two an amused look but remained silent as he continued to lean against the counter.
"Look man, I'm sorry. It's just that, I really wanted some baked goods, and you're the only one I know who can make stuff that tastes so good," Finn pleaded.
"Great," Kurt stated, "What am I going to do with 180 muffins?"
"Technically," Blaine piped in, "It's less than that since Wes and David took some and since I've been eating them this whole time."
Kurt turned to give Blaine a look. "You're not helping, Blaine," he said.
Blaine put his arms up in surrender. "I'm just saying," he replied, winking at Kurt. Kurt's cheeks reddened a little and he looked down.
Finn coughed awkwardly. "As cute as you two are," he said, "I really don't want to see you guys giving each other eye-sex."
Kurt glared back up at Finn. "What am I supposed to do with all of these?" He asked him seriously.
Blaine raised his hand. "I'll take some!" He stated eagerly. "I'll take a few batches! And I think Wes and David would want some more too."
Kurt nodded. "Okay, I'll give you guys these," he replied as he motioned to one section of the counter, "And I'll give the rest to Finn."
"Seriously?" Finn stated excited. "Those will last me at least a day!"
Kurt let out a small laugh and handed Finn his boxes. "Don't let Dad have more than five," he said.
Finn took the muffins and wrapped his free arm around Kurt. "Thank you so much!" He hollered before placing a big, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He walked out of the kitchen and Kurt promptly wiped the spit off his cheek.
Kurt turned to Blaine and let out an exasperated sigh. Blaine stood upright and walked over to Kurt, taking the adorable countertenor in his arms. "You look adorable when you bake," he whispered into Kurt's ear.
Kurt shivered slightly before noticing the bag of flour behind Blaine and getting an idea. He extended one arm and scooped up a handful, flicking it in Blaine's face.
Blaine's eyes went wide with shock. "Really?" He said, "I give you a compliment and this is how you treat me?"
Before Kurt could respond, he too had a face full of flour. "Blaine!" He screeched. "This is awful for my skin!"
Blaine chuckled and wiped the flour off of Kurt's eyelids. "Oh well," he said softly. "And those muffins are amazing, by the way." He leaned in to give Kurt a small kiss on his flour covered lips.
They pulled apart a few minutes later. "You only like me because I can bake now," Kurt joked, shoving Blaine's arm playfully.
"No," Blaine stated, "I liked you before that remember?" His eyes were light and playful as he gazed at Kurt's flour-face.
"Yes, I do recall you saying something like that," Kurt responded, ruffling Blaine's hair.
"But," Blaine said, "I'm definitely keeping you around now."
Kurt snorted and pulled Blaine back in, their lips meeting in a sloppy, flour-filled kiss.
Ahh, young love. So, so refreshing.
Anyway…so while I was up north, I filled my lack of being able to read fanfiction by writing! I wrote 5 chapters of this, 3 chapters of Life on a Line, one 7,000 + word oneshot of Original Songs from Wes's pov (published date tbd), the second chapter of Before He Cheats, and one 1000 word oneshot of what was going through Blaine's mind the day he told Kurt he loved him (which will be published soonish today. I think it's one of my best things yet.)
And guys...you almost made it to 200 reviews! 185...almost! SO...CLOSE! But that's okay ;) its still more than i usually got, so cool beans :p
Are you tired of my extremely long authors notes? Because I can stop babbling if you guys want me too...
Woah! 3 Chapters of Dalton were posted? *Flails!* Must read all 80000 words...how she writes so much, I have no idea...
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
