This one comes from IssyRedbird: Cooking XD
This wins for shortest prompt so far. I'll try not to make it my shortest story ;) but perhaps shortest author note? Established Klaineness :) and you guys are getting this early today because I'm going out to my Dad's tonight and NOT taking my laptop - shock horror! I figured I'd take the night off and just relax :) so enjoy.
Cooking
Blaine hummed as he bustled around his room, getting ready for the day. Across the room, Wes groaned, burying his head under the blankets.
"Blaine, I'm glad you're happy. I'm glad you and Kurt got your acts together. I really am. Just - can you be happy at a normal time of day? Not at - what time is it anyway?"
"Seven," Blaine answered cheerfully.
"On a Saturday?" Wes poked his head out, appalled. "Wow, he's got you wrapped around his finger. You never emerge before ten. Neither do I. We're normal people."
Blaine just winked and began to run a comb through his curly hair. Wes watched him for a second, then froze when, instead of pulling out the gel, Blaine simply put down the comb and walked away. "What the hell?"
"Oh, Kurt likes it curly." Blaine smirked at the look on Wes' face before grabbing his bag. "Better head off. Have a wonderful day Wes." He laughed at the muttering emerging from the huddle before walking out the door.
As soon as he left his room (slamming the door to spite Wes), his phone rang. Blaine checked the caller ID and smiled when Kurt appeared on his screen. "Hey, Kurt. Just on my way to meet you actually."
"Actually, about that. Finn cancelled."
Blaine stopped in the hallway. "Oh, what happened?" He and Kurt were planning to go on a double date with Finn and Rachel to see an amateur production of RENT at the local performing arts centre - nothing special but it had sounded like a fun way to spend a Saturday nonetheless.
"They had another fight." Blaine could hear the exasperation in Kurt's voice as he shared the news of the latest fight between his step-brother and overdramatic girlfriend.
"I don't even want to know what it was this time. So, are we still going or should we do something else?" Blaine continued the walk to Kurt's room.
"Well, I've got an idea. Meet me in the front entrance?"
"Sure thing." Blaine changed direction, heading down a flight of stairs. "See you in a few minutes."
"Okay." Kurt hung up and Blaine put his phone away, wondering what his boyfriend was up to. This was only their second date and so far both hadn't turned out as planned. Their first date was meant to be a movie and some shopping but as soon as they got to the mall they ran into a panicked Quinn who begged Kurt to help her find a prom dress. Blaine and Sam were dragged along reluctantly as the two breezed through every shop in the mall before finally finding Quinn's dress. By then, the movie was half finished and everybody was exhausted so Kurt and Blaine had headed back to Dalton and put some Disney movies on. Blaine had been hoping for a proper date this time but since Kurt was waiting for him in the entrance, Blaine hoped that he had a backup plan.
Because Blaine had a bit of an ulterior motive. He loved spending time just hanging out with Kurt, but he wanted the perfect moment for their first kiss. He knew Kurt was an incredible romantic and, after Kurt's experiences so far, he wanted to make sure it was something he could look back on happily. He'd do anything for Kurt. Speaking of which -
And sure enough, there was Kurt, looking immaculate as usual. Blaine jumped down the last few stairs and embraced his boyfriend, kissing the top of his head. "Hey you," he whispered, smiling when Kurt shivered in his grasp.
"Hi," said Kurt, pulling away and kissing him on the cheek. "Ready to go?"
"Sure am." Blaine linked arms with Kurt and headed towards the door.
Kurt laughed and tugged his arm, turning him around. "Not quite, Mr. Anderson," he said, pulling Blaine towards a door that Blaine had never gone through. They entered a hallway that looked a bit less fancy than the rest of Dalton and Blaine furrowed his brow. "Kurt, where are we going?"
"You'll see." Kurt continued leading him down the hallway and, a flight of stairs later, they were in front of a door with a sign reading STAFF ONLY: NO STUDENTS ALLOWED. Blaine cleared his throat nervously and pointed at the sign.
"Kurt, I have a perfect behavior record so far and if anything like this goes on it, I lose my Warbler position." Kurt just laughed again and pushed open the door, pulling a resisting Blaine through it.
"Hi, Maria!" Kurt waved at the sole occupant of the room, a Filipino cook who was sitting on a chair, apparently waiting for them.
"Hello boys. Now Kurt, you're going to take care of my kitchen, yes?"
"I always do, Maria." Kurt walked over and kissed her on the cheek, causing her to blush. "Now clear out and leave me and my boyfriend in peace. It's your day off, remember?"
Maria laughed, grabbing her bag. She walked past a stupefied Blaine, giving him a smile before heading out the door, closing it behind her. Kurt turned back to Blaine to see him standing by the door and, with an exasperated sigh, walked over and grabbed his hand.
"Come on, it won't bite." Kurt led him over to the counter decorated with different kitchen tools that Blaine barely recognized. The only times he had ever set foot in a kitchen was Home Ec classes at his last school and at home when he wanted something out of the fridge. He couldn't for the life of him work out why he was in a kitchen when he should be on a date with his boyfriend. Kurt had clearly caught the expression on his face and sighed. "We're going to cook, Blaine."
"We - what - why?"
Kurt laughed again (he seemed to be doing that a lot at Blaine's expense, he realized) and walked over to the fridge. "Because it's fun," he said as if that explained everything. "And I like having fun. Don't you like having fun, Blaine?"
"I like having fun, Kurt. Fun means - I don't know, going to a movie. Going to a restaurant. Going to a theme park, hey that would be fun, let's do that next time!" Blaine stared off into the distance for a moment before returning to the conversation. "Fun doesn't mean cooking."
"Well it does for me, Blaine. Give it a try? For me?"
"Oh no you don't, mister! No puppy dog eyes." Blaine shut his eyes quickly, but couldn't resist peeking after a few seconds of silence. Kurt was standing in front of him and - those eyes..
"Fine!" Blaine sighed. "But next time, we're writing a song."
"Kurt, where are the eggs?"
"In the fridge, Blaine."
"I can't see them!"
Kurt sighed and walked over to Blaine who was rummaging in the fridge. He reached an arm in and pulled out the egg box, handing them to a sheepish Blaine before returning to his mixing bowl. This left Blaine with the next problem: how to crack an egg. He stood staring at the egg box for about a minute until Kurt turned around.
"Blaine, I need those eggs - oh for goodness sake!" Kurt grabbed the egg box off him and opened it, deftly cracking three eggs into a bowl. Blaine just stared as his boyfriend quickly whisked them up before pouring them into his bowl.
"How about you go and get the flour out of the cupboard then? It should be in a bag that says flour, that too difficult for you?" Kurt smirked over his shoulder then continued to mix as Blaine growled playfully.
"You're just lucky you're cute." Blaine strode to the cupboard and found the flour with the bag slightly open. He looked at the white powder and suddenly got an evil idea.
"Oh, it's nothing to do with luck, this cute persona takes a lot of - AHH! BLAINE ANDERSON!"
Blaine chuckled as Kurt frantically attempted to flick the flour out of his hair and off the back of his neck. He put down the bag on the bench and pulled his boyfriend into a hug. "Now that's fun," he said, gently kissing Kurt on the cheek.
"Mm. I guess. I think I'll have to test that out for myself." And before Blaine could realize what was going on, there was a handful of flour in his own hair and down his face.
"You little -!" Blaine pushed a giggling Kurt away from him and scooped up another handful of flour. "You are so dead!" Kurt took a look at his hand and bolted, Blaine chasing him with flour spilling out of his hand. He cornered Kurt in between two of the benches and held the flour threateningly over his head. "Now, if you ask me very nicely, I might spare you the indignity." He noticed a smudge of flour on Kurt's cheek and thought it was quite easily the most adorable his boyfriend had ever looked.
"Perhaps this will change your mind." Kurt grabbed an egg off the counter and cracked it over Blaine's head.
Blaine froze, feeling the yolk drip down his face and back of his neck. Kurt also stopped, his face going pale. "Blaine, I'm so sorry, that was way too far -" Kurt shut up as he felt the egg dripping in his own hair, going even paler as he thought of the damage to his hair.
Blaine let him go and stepped away, raising his hands. "Okay, we're even now. No need to - KURT HUMMEL, PUT THE MILK DOWN!" He bolted, trailing egg yolk and flour as Kurt chased him with a carton of milk, accidentally spilling it everywhere. As Blaine ran back across the room, he slipped on a puddle of milk and landed hard on the ground, feeling the wind knocked out of him.
"Blaine!" There was a thud, then Kurt was next to him having abandoned the milk carton on the floor. "Ohmygod, Blaine, are you okay?"
Blaine nodded and gestured to his chest, trying to get his breath back while Kurt apologized repeatedly. As soon as he could talk, Blaine attempted to cut Kurt off but Kurt was having none of it.
"Oh crap, what if you hit your head? Did you hit your head? And your back, you could be injured, can you breathe? Does it hurt to breathe? Are any of your limbs tingling? Do -"
"Kurt!" Blaine yelled, finally shutting his boyfriend up. "I'm fine. Nothing hurts too much and it's okay."
Kurt sighed in relief. "Okay. In that case, your hair looks terrible."
Blaine wasn't paying attention. His eyes were still on that smudge on Kurt's cheek, right next to his mouth. Stuff romance, the little voice in his head niggled, he's there, he's beautiful, he's yours, just do it!
"Kurt," and Blaine could hear that his voice has gone low and rough. "I'm lying on the floor in a kitchen next to my gorgeous boyfriend who has a smudge of flour on his cheek right here -" Blaine touched a finger to the spot, watching Kurt's eyes flutter closed. "- and we're wasting time talking?" Kurt's eyes were still closed and Blaine leant up on his elbows to kiss the spot of flour. He felt the sharp intake of breath right next to his mouth and Kurt was trembling beside him and then suddenly he was back down on the ground and Kurt was practically on top of Blaine and - oh wow. Wow.
It took Blaine a few moments to get his voice back after Kurt had pulled away, leaning his head on Blaine's chest. "That was - wow." His voice cracked a little and he flushed.
"Mm." Kurt agreed, tracing patterns on Blaine's chest and feeling the shivers it produced. "Blaine, we've got to finish the muffins then get this kitchen cleaned up before Maria comes back and murders me and never lets me back in here again, and then - well, we can go back to your room for awhile. That okay with you?"
"If we can't skip all of the other stuff, then I guess -"
Kurt laughed, standing up and holding out a hand to help Blaine. "Come on, you told me chocolate was your favourite!"
Blaine smiled, pulling his boyfriend in for a quick kiss. "You had me at chocolate."
That last line is in tribute to the fabulous hat scene in Grilled Cheesus.
Okay, that was three stories in one day. And one of those stories was over 4000 words so no wonder I'm feeling exhausted! But considering I want to write for a living, this is probably good practice.
This isn't my favourite and I feel like I didn't give the prompt justice so I'm really sorry about that. I still like it though! I hope the next chapter makes up for it though because that one is my absolute favourite :D (well, it was when I wrote the story. Now I have a new favourite, but next chapter is still one of my babies!)
Please review :)