This is another Klaine creative challenge put forth by our group and we were excited to try this one out!
Warnings for: cursing, explicit sexual scene (hand jobs, oral sex)
Original prompt: AU Meetings with the theme of: Food. We all know how our boys met on the show. For this creative challenge, let's play with how the boys might have met in alternate universes. And this time, use the topic of food to be the through line of your creations.
So, for example: the boys could be chefs, restaurant critics, bakers or foodies. They could own food trucks, have picked up each other's take-out orders mistakenly, or even run competing stalls at farmers markets. If there's food in your idea, we want to see, hear or read about it!
Looking forward to see what people come up with. Bon Appetit!
Blaine Anderson was the golden child of the food truck circuit. He had the awards and write-ups in all the food blogs to prove it.
Until the day his nemesis arrived. Kurt Hummel.
It had been a busy day and Blaine had run himself ragged with his assistants/best friends Nick and Jeff until the customers started trickling down. Blaine had checked his watch when they went an hour with no business. This spot was always super busy even if it wasn't his regular one, so he had no idea what was going on. His other spot had been unavailable though.
"Where did Jeff go?" Blaine asked Nick as he wiped an already spotless countertop. Blaine was meticulous about cleanliness.
"Oh, he said he would go investigate where our business was going," Nick replied as he scrubbed at a knife gouge in the hard plastic surface with his rag. "He smelled something and you know he's like a bloodhound when he smells something tasty." Nick smiled as he shook his head affectionately at the thought of his boyfriend. Blaine was only slightly jealous of their relationship. They had been high school sweethearts and then followed him to cooking school. They had their ups and downs, but they were relationship goals to be sure. Not that Blaine had time for that running a successful business.
Speaking of Jeff, the blond burst into the back of the food truck cradling a shiny paper bag like it was an infant.
"Guys! Oh my god! You have to try this!" Jeff dug into the pearly white bag and fished out a lumpy cronut that smelled amazing. Jeff held it up like it was the holy grail and whimpered when Blaine snatched it out of his hand.
"What is this? Where did you get this?" He snatched the paper bag Jeff was holding as well and read the little insignia on the side. "'Hummel Pie and Other Tasty Treats'? What the hell is this?"
Jeff snatched the bag back and went for the cronut, but Blaine was quicker. "It's the reason we are so slow. He parked ahead of us so people are stopping there and it's delicious! I ate like four of those cronuts before I brought that one back."
Blaine frowned at the little pastry and ignored the way his mouth watered at the scent. His frown deepened when he saw something catch the light.
"Is this… edible glitter?"
Jeff chuckled and accepted a kiss on his cheek from Nick. "Yeah, one of the women that works there is a little bizarre. She said she thought I would like the glitter and by George, she was right!"
Thanks to his expensive cooking school education, Blaine could figure out several ingredients just by smell. He pinched off a small bite and tasted it.
"Interesting..."
It shouldn't have worked. The blend of ingredients was unconventional, but clever. He needed to find out more.
That evening when he got home, he googled this man and his food truck. Page after page, Blaine found that while critics found him unorthodox, they all agreed that he was extremely creative.
With customers, he was a huge hit. People raved about him, constantly posting pictures and glowing reviews on social media.
Blaine was totally not jealous. So what if this admittedly pretty guy had a bit of luck in the kitchen and people thought he was god's gift to food trucks? Blaine knew his food was superior because he had the education and the awards to prove it. He tapped a picture a food blog had taken of the man in his apron standing in front of the truck with his arms around a White blonde woman and a dark-haired Hispanic woman, all three smiling for the camera. His blue eyes lit up with excitement and his glossy brown hair was swooped up carefully. So he was really attractive and talented. Who cared? Not him! Blaine knew he had to meet this guy and size him up.
Leaving his truck in Nick and Jeff's capable hands after the lunch rush the next day, Blaine made his way over to where his foe was parked. It was a decent truck, but they had sullied the clean lines of it with all kinds of paintings of unicorns and cats and dolphins. It was pretty, but not fit for a serious chef. The line was kind of long and Blaine tamped down the flare of jealousy. He told himself this Hummel guy was just the newest thing on the scene and once all the hype died down, things would go back to normal.
Blaine made his way to a bench nearby and waited for the crowds to slack off before approaching. People seemed pleased with the food they got from the truck, making yummy noises and taking pictures of the weird-looking food they were buying. Some of it was colorful and some things had odd flavors. Ah. So that was it. A gimmick. They seemed to make everything a little different so everyone got something seemingly unique. Blaine only saw that as inconsistency.
The blonde woman from the online picture was manning the front and the other one moved around inside the truck. She smiled at him, showing off nice straight teeth.
"Hello! What can I get for you?"
"Hi," Blaine replied as he tried to surreptitiously peek into the truck. "I was wondering if I could speak to your owner?" He shot her his most charming smile, but she frowned at him.
"I don't have an owner." She gasped and started feeling her face. "Do I still have my whiskers on my face? I'm not really a cat! It was just face paint!"
Blaine raised an eyebrow, very confused. "Um, I'm sorry. What?"
"I got this Brit," said the other woman from the photo he saw last night. Her dark eyes sized him up as she moved in front of Brit apparently from where she had been working behind her. She wiped her wet hands on her apron and settled them on her hips. "What do you want?"
Blaine wasn't sure he liked her tone, but he kept his smile fixed. "I was wondering if I may speak with the proprietor of this truck?"
"Why?" She asked shortly.
"I had some questions for him."
"What questions?"
"Questions for the owner."
"How do you know I'm not the owner?"
Blaine's eye twitched. "Is your name Kurt Hummel?"
She smiled wryly and cocked out a hip. "Maybe it is."
"Santana!" A high, clear voice called from the back of the truck. "Stop being a jerk and let him back!"
Santana rolled her eyes and pointed to a door before joining the other woman in restocking cups. Blaine eagerly went in and found the man from the picture hunched over a cutting board and writing something in a ledger. Blaine was taken aback when Mr. Hummel stood up straight and tossed his pen down onto the notebook. He was cuter than his picture. Blaine mentally slapped himself. Not the time. This man was his nemesis, out to get him. The pretty package he came in was just a distraction. Blaine cleared his throat and noted the curious look on the man's face.
"I'm Kurt Hummel," he said warily, but with a smile and reached his hand out to shake Blaine's. He did and Blaine ignored the sparks shooting through him at the touch.
"I'm Blaine Anderson from Warbler Gourmet."
Kurt's eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh yeah! I know who you are! Wow! I've got to tell you, I love this area. Everyone here has just been so nice!"
Blaine wondered who else had talked to Kurt. Who else was vying for his success? "Really? That's good."
"Yeah," Kurt replied with a smile. He tucked his hands into his apron pockets. His dirty apron pockets, Blaine noted snidely. "Business around here is great."
"Yup," Blaine agreed, mirroring Kurt's stance and putting his own hands in his pockets. "I'm sure it is. I mean, probably 'cause this is my spot."
Kurt laughed a little. "I'm sorry, did you just say your spot?"
Blaine laughed too and shrugged, his head tilting to the side. "Like, everyone knows that this is my spot, but you're new, so it makes sense you wouldn't know."
Kurt's smile dimmed. "Uh, are you serious? This is a public spot. It doesn't belong to you."
Blaine's smile tightened. "Oh, I know. It's just understood. I was just saying that's probably why you're getting so much business because people are coming to my spot looking for me and getting you."
"Stop saying this is your spot."
"And hungry people are like zombies and they will just eat anywhere. Clearly."
Kurt's mouth dropped open and his eyebrow raised. "Excuse me? Are you being shady?"
"Oh, no no." Blaine held up his palms. "I'm just warning you that business might die down once people find me again since you took my spot."
"Or they might like my food better," said Kurt, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Ha. No." That was just absurd.
Kurt narrowed his eyes. "We could just compare sales in a week and see who does better. Me or you."
"It's not all about sales!" Blaine finally snapped. Kurt was maddeningly calm and superior when he had no right! "Just what I would expect from someone of your caliber."
"Wow. How do you not get your ass kicked wherever you go?" he asked, arms crossed over his chest.
Blaine let his fake smile drop and crossed his own arms. He would show this disrespectful fake. "It's on, Hummel! I will get my spot back!"
"Not happening, Anderson. You will have to drag my cold, dead body away from this spot." He leaned towards him, their noses nearly touching. Kurt had really nice skin. Too bad he was a jerk or Blaine would ask what moisturizer he used. He also smelled like heaven.
"Consider your challenge accepted! We will see who is better." With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out the tiny door of the food truck. The slam wasn't very satisfying since the door was so light, but Blaine got the last word in and that's all that mattered.
The Food Truck War commenced.
Blaine and Kurt fought over the parking spot, both trying to get up earlier than the other to get it before the other could. Nick and Jeff grumbled about the early hours, but Blaine just raised their pay and they shut up. Santana laughed in Kurt's face when he suggested it, so he just went in alone and they joined later.
Then came the hints from each man to the customers that their food was better. This actually seemed to drum up more business because the customers that loved drama went to both and compared food. The tie was pretty much fifty-fifty on that though. Most people liked both.
What really irked Blaine was when Kurt got a positive mention in a food blog and not him. He called some contacts and got his own. Then Kurt somehow got that singer Mercedes Jones to mention his food in an Instagram post and his truck was flooded with customers. In return, he got several of his Warbler buddies to come perform next to his truck and took the customers back.
They were neck and neck and because of all the stress, Blaine was a lot more snappy than usual.
"Maybe we should move to a different spot," Jeff suggested when Blaine almost ripped his hair out after a customer asked him why he didn't use glitter like Kurt. "I think you're getting way too into this—"
"I'm fine!" Blaine roared, making Jeff put his hands up in surrender and back away.
"Whoa, you need to chill," Nick said, stepping in front of his boyfriend defensively. "We are on your side here."
Blaine took a calming breath and nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry, Jeff. I just really want to beat him."
"We will," Jeff said as he massaged Blaine's shoulders. "You're Blaine Anderson! Gourmet food truck wonder boy! You got this!"
Blaine hoped he was right. He didn't know how he would handle losing to Kurt.
Kurt handed the bag of treats off to the customer with a smile and a wave as they walked away.
Another happy customer. Pride bubbled in his chest at the thought.
After moving to New York, he started this venture as a way to make ends meet. Back then, he had thought of it as just a job to help him get through school. He found he loved singing and acting, but the pressure of having to make a career out of it was taking all the fun out of his hobby. Alternatively, working in the food truck was fulfilling and allowed him to be creative. So when the owner let him go crazy, people responded so positively that he was given more control over what they served. Somehow, Kurt Hummel had fallen in love with cooking. Sure, he didn't have any formal training, but his daring and edgy style earned him praise from critics and customers alike. When the opportunity came to buy the business from his former boss, he did so with a little apprehension and a lot of support from his friends and family. His dad always gave him great advice on running his own business and Santana and Brittany kept him from getting too lonely.
Hiring them had not been in the plan. One day when Kurt had been super busy and Britt had been hanging around, she accidentally made a sandwich so delicious that he almost proposed marriage to her. He begged her to come and work for him even though he had no idea how to harness her talent and she agreed. Santana soon followed, citing that she just wanted to be famous and didn't care if she made it because of a food truck business. Working with her girlfriend had its own perks. Such as now.
The blonde had somehow gotten flour on her chin and Santana was wiping it off lovingly, the two exchanging flirty comments and intimate looks. Kurt stared at them longingly. He wished he had time to date, but as his dad often reminded him, owning your own business was not for the faint of heart or those who spent all their spare time going out. He had considered the apps, but it seemed so impersonal and then his mind ran wild with catfishing scenarios so he just put that aside.
Plus, he wanted to have a musical worthy meet-cute with the guy he spent his life with, romance blossoming naturally. He had kind of hoped it was happening with Blaine Anderson when they first met, but that went to hell fast. While he thought he was really handsome, he was also super rude and Kurt vowed to put the man in his place. He might have a tiny but manageable crush on his rival, but it was fine. He just wished Blaine was nicer.
Kurt turned away from the sickeningly sweet display of affection the two women were involved in and propped his chin in his hand facing the window. Another customer was making their way towards him. When he saw who was coming, he heaved a sigh and shook his head.
Jeff came walking up, a cheap wig sitting askew on his head and sunglasses concealing his eyes. He ambled up to the truck and leaned an arm onto the window.
"Hey Jeff," Kurt said as he prepared the blond's regular order. "The usual?"
"Aww, yeah that's fine," Jeff whined as he tore off the glasses and wig. "How did you know? I thought I had you fooled this time!"
"Next time invest in a better wig." Kurt smirked and held out the bag. "I threw in an extra cronut for the effort though."
Jeff's eyes lit up and he immediately tore into the bag after handing Kurt money. "Sweet! Thanks! I'll give it to Nick! But remember, I was never here."
Kurt put the money in his register and then crossed his arms as he watched Jeff devour the pastry. "I just don't get why you stay with that jerk. If he would be so mad at you for even stopping by, why don't you just quit?"
"You don't understand," Jeff said after swallowing his bite. He licked his fingers. "Blaine is the sweetest. He just cares waaaaay too much."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "That's doubtful."
Jeff shrugged and tilted his head in concession. "He's competitive, but he has his reasons. He's always been driven."
"Driven to being a jerk," Kurt grumbled.
"He can seem that way. He's really had to struggle to get where he is though. You know his dad didn't want him to be a chef? Always made fun of him. We sang in Glee club together too and he was always harassing him about that. He was homophobic and it showed." Jeff sifted through his bag and made a happy gasp when he found another cronut. "I'm telling you, he thinks he has to be perfect at everything and overcompensates. When he's not doing that, he is really nice. There have been times in my life I've needed a friend and he's the first one there."
Kurt tried to transpose that picture of Blaine with the one in his head of the asshole he knew. It was difficult. He thought about their first meeting. Could Blaine have been intimidated by him? It didn't excuse his behavior, but maybe if Kurt went to him and talked it out, they could stop this manic one-upping and bury the hatchet.
The next morning found him nervously treading to Blaine's food truck, one of his bags filled with pastries in his hand. Santana made fun of him all the time for buying the expensive bags, but he didn't care. If he was going to put his name on something, it was going to be special. So no boring brown paper bags for his customers.
Blaine's truck was pristine and Kurt wondered how he kept it so clean being outside. Even the wheels were shiny! He could admit that it looked very fancy and he felt a twinge of inadequacy. He sometimes felt like he wasn't good enough to compete with people like Blaine, but he was determined to prove them wrong. Why, he had just gotten a fan favorite award the other day. He was definitely here to stay.
Nick saw him first. His eyes widened and he glanced behind him into the back of the truck where Blaine presumably was. He leaned forward out of the truck as Kurt approached.
"What are you doing?" He whisper shouted when Kurt was close enough.
Kurt smiled warmly. "I just wanted to talk to him." He nodded to the truck.
Nick gnawed his bottom lip. "Uh, I don't think that's a good idea. He's in pretty bad mood since you stole that award from him."
"I didn't steal—" Kurt took a calming breath and fixed his smile. "I earned that award. Now can I please talk to him?"
With a sigh, Nick gestured towards the back door. "Go ahead, but don't say I didn't warn you."
Kurt nodded and started for the door, but ducked back. "Jeff will be back soon once he's done shame eating."
Nick shook his head fondly.
Blaine was kneading some dough when Kurt stepped into the back of the truck, ear buds tucked into his ears. He was singing quietly along with whatever song was playing, an easy smile pushing up the corners of his mouth. Kurt was taken aback by how handsome he looked when he was relaxed and smiling and not screaming that he would destroy Kurt in his face. His voice wasn't bad either.
Kurt let the door swing closed and the movement caught Blaine's attention. He looked up from his work, momentarily confused at the sight of Kurt standing in his truck. His honeyed eyes went wide and his soft mouth dropped open. A stray curl had spilled to his forehead with the effort he had been putting into the kneading. The way his arms flexed as he rolled the dough…
That manageable crush? It wasn't feeling so manageable right now.
Blaine wiped his hands on a towel and tugged out the little ear piece. His momentary surprise has been replaced by narrowed eyes and a scowl. "What do you want? Trying to sneak in here and sabotage me?"
Ah yes. That was why he hadn't acted on any feelings thus far. They hated each other.
He stepped forward and tried to exude friendliness. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. I wanted to come here and offer a peace offering—"
Blaine held up a hand. "Save it. I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but it won't work."
"No, I'm not trying to pull anything! Listen, I was thinking about it and I want to call a truce."
"Because you're losing!"
"Because it's the right thing to do!" Kurt said, exasperated.
Blaine smiled scornfully and nodded towards the pastries in Kurt's hand. "What's in that bag? A bunch of roaches you're going to release in my truck? Then call the health department?"
"What? No!"
"Rats then."
"Okay, calm down psycho!" This was spiraling rapidly out of his control. Blaine was so freaking stubborn! "I came to try and work this out!"
"Yeah right," Blaine snorted in derision. "I know you are trying to do something to make me slip up. Are you trying to seduce me?"
"What?"
"What?"
"Wow. You really don't think much of me at all, do you? I can't believe I…" Kurt shook his head. He held up the bag. "This is a peace offering. I was going to say I'd like to sort out our differences, but if you would rather be an asshole…"
"Hey, you're the one who came for me first!" Blaine cried. "You knew what you were doing!"
"I didn't though! You came for me! Out of anyone, you should understand how much I struggle! I could have used a friend, but you'd rather do this. Fine. I'll become you're worst nightmare!" Kurt threw the bag at him and stormed out. If he wanted it this way, fine.
Nick watched Blaine kick the little bag, his expression stormy. "Really dude? This has to stop."
"Don't lecture me, Nick. I'm not in the mood."
"Then don't be a child that needs lecturing. He was trying to be nice." Nick bent and picked up the bag and opened it, showing him the squashed contents inside. "This is getting a little out of control, don't you think?"
Instead of responding, Blaine pushed past him and blustered outside.
He walked for several minutes blindly, just attempting to outpace this feeling. He wasn't this person that yelled at his friends and treated people like dirt, so why did Kurt get under his skin so much? He was always the best. He had to be or else everything his dad had said about him was true. Kurt threatened that. He had to defeat him.
The Food Truck War: Part Two commenced.
Both Kurt and Blaine redoubled their efforts to beat each other. Now they weren't so much hinting about the other as much as they were outright bashing each other. Things got a bit nasty and it all boiled over one day when Brittany accidentally gave a customer the wrong order. All Kurt could think about was how Blaine would sneer and laugh at him for the mistake and he snapped at her.
"What we are not going to do," Santana spat as she pushed a teary-eyed Brittany behind her and got in Kurt's face. "Is be a jerk just because you have something lodged up your ass. I don't know what your fucking problem is, but you need to deal with it or we are out."
"I have to win!" He slammed a fist down on the table. "We have to beat them! We can't afford to make silly mistakes!"
"No, what you can't afford is to lose us which is exactly what's going to happen if you don't give up this little pissing match you've got going on with the hobbit. What's more important to you? Your friends or this stupid rivalry that may never end? Think about that. We are leaving for the day, so I suggest you take this time to decide."
She grabbed her things and Brittany's hand and they left.
Kurt slumped onto a plastic barrel of pickles they used for sandwiches, resting his head in his hands. This whole thing was starting to get out of hand. Maybe he should just move to another part of town.
The door to his truck smacked open and Blaine stomped in, one of Kurt's bags in his hand.
"How DARE you?"
"Oh, what now?"
Kurt let his hands fall his elbows propped on his knees, but stayed sitting. Blaine was glaring at him with a hand on his hip.
"You're trying to steal Jeff!"
Kurt huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes. "Okay."
"Admit it, Hummel! You're trying to take my friends away from me!"
"Please. He comes to eat here every day. If I wanted to steal him, I would have."
Blaine gasped. "No! You're lying! He wouldn't!"
Kurt smiled wickedly up at him. "Want to see my receipts?" He had no idea what he was doing. He was supposed to be trying to make peace with Blaine, not instigate more drama. He just couldn't help himself though. Blaine brought the competitive nature out in him.
Blaine had seen in his eyes that Kurt wasn't lying about Jeff. He seethed and tossed the bag down onto the worktop. "I knew you would do anything to undercut me, but this is low! Jeff is my friend!"
"Exactly. He's your friend, not your child so stop telling him where he can and cannot eat."
"It's about loyalty, something you probably don't understand!"
"That's it." Kurt stood and flipped his sign to the closed side and slammed the window shut. "We are having this out right now. I'm done with this whole rivalry thing. It's getting ugly."
"Fine." Blaine folded his arms and gave Kurt that superior look that made him want to grab him by his shirt collar. "Let's start with you trashing me every chance you get."
"I'm just returning the energy you gave to me." Kurt said, crossing his arms too and stepping closer to Blaine.
"So you deny trying to take my business?" Blaine narrowed his eyes.
"Well, I am now. You started all this though being rude and stuck up."
"You're just jealous of me!"
"Ha. What a joke."
"I'm so serious."
Outside the truck, Santana stood with Brittany, Nick, and Jeff. They listened to the arguing from the street.
"I hate it when your dad fights with my dad," Jeff said sadly.
Nick put a comforting arm around his shoulders. "They are being really stupid, sweetie."
Brittany nodded. "Maybe they just need to hug it out?"
"Nah," Santana said as she grabbed Brittany's hand. "They need to fuck it out."
The four nodded in agreement and listened to the two hurling insults at each other for a few more minutes.
"Wanna go to the movies?" Nick asked the others.
They all agreed and left the men to their own devices.
"You absolutely cannot compare what I do to what you do!" Blaine was yelling.
Kurt had had enough at this point and as he rolled his eyes away, they landed on a bowl. A terrible, childish thought entered his head. He couldn't. He absolutely shouldn't.
"Furthermore, the name of your truck is the worst. It's barely even a pun!"
How dare he! Kurt's lips curled into a malignant smile and picked up the bowl.
"You know what your problem is, Blaine?" Kurt advanced on him wielding the bowl. "You need to relax a little. Go with the flow…" He upturned the bowl full of sauce he had been mixing before on top of Blaine's head.
He gasped in shock, the sauce dripping down his face. Kurt couldn't help it, he laughed at the astonished look Blaine was giving him.
"I cannot believe you just did that!" He swiped some of the sauce away and shook it off of his fingers. "Are you a child?"
For a second, Kurt did feel bad. That is until Blaine grabbed a bottle of chocolate from the table and squirted it all over Kurt.
He gasped and the food fight commenced.
Sauces, flour, sugar, and anything that came into their hands was free game. At some point, they saw the ridiculousness of what they were doing and the rage kind of went out of them replaced by giggles.
Blaine had picked up a tub full of some rising dough and started to reach in when Kurt held up his hands.
"Wait, wait! That took so long to make!"
Blaine relented and set the box down. They looked at each other and the mess they made and began laughing so hard that they cried. Blaine was doubled over, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Kurt attempted to pick a piece of lettuce out of his hair as he stood back up.
"Wow…" He looked around at the mess they made. "This is disgusting."
Kurt nodded in agreement and noticed a giant glob of mayonnaise about to drop onto Blaine's face. "Uh, you've got… It's right there… Here…" He leaned forward and wiped it out of Blaine's hair. The action brought them close enough that when Kurt finished, they locked eyes. Blaine's smile melted into something more wild and then they were kissing.
Blaine buried his fists into Kurt's apron covered shirt and yanked him closer while Kurt held Blaine's jaw in his hands so he could explore Blaine's mouth with his tongue. Kurt walked Blaine back into the opposite side of the truck, shoving him against the counter surface until it jutted into his lower back. Blaine made a pained noise into Kurt's mouth, but just pulled Kurt closer. He smacked the back of his head on a cabinet and some napkins toppled out. Kurt tried to dominate the kiss, but Blaine was not going to just submit. He shoved a dazed and disheveled Kurt away from him causing Kurt to fall against the other side of the truck. The whole thing rocked with the movement and upset another boxed stored at the top of some shelves.
Blaine almost laughed. He was going to destroy Kurt's truck one way or another and he supposed this would be the best way. Every angry, jealous feeling was evaporating and leaving behind something he had been trying not to acknowledge: attraction. Maybe that's why he found Kurt so aggravating, because he got under Blaine's skin in the best way.
Kurt had caught himself against the worktop and sat panting, his shirt hanging off of one shoulder and his usually immaculate hair a mess. His mouth was red from kissing and he swallowed hard. Blaine eyed his work appreciatively, gaze sliding down to Kurt's crotch where he was quite obviously hard. Blaine's mouth watered at the sight. Now the man looked unsure.
"Uh, Blaine? I—"
He didn't give Kurt time to finish before he was there, crowding Kurt against the wall of the truck and devouring his lips again. Kurt groaned in relief as Blaine shoved his thigh in between Kurt's legs, grinding against him. Blaine continued to kiss him sloppily as he tore Kurt's shirt out of his pants and Kurt did the same to him. They were dizzy with lust now, both trying to control the kiss which led to teeth and bites and scratching at each other's backs.
Kurt flipped them and pushed Blaine back onto the worktop and he scooted back until he was sitting on it and wrapping his legs around Kurt. This gave them the perfect angle to grind together and they wasted no time doing just that.
They were both sticky from all the food they had thrown at each other and sweaty from too many clothes between them, but they ignored all that. Kurt grabbed a handful of Blaine's hair and yanked his head back so he could lick up his neck and jaw. Blaine bit Kurt's lip when he made his way back to his mouth.
Kurt had to do something or he was going to go crazy. He started to unzip his pants, but Blaine had zeroed in on his hand and knocked it aside so he could do it himself. He pulled Kurt out and then licked his hand, stroking him slowly at first but then gaining speed. Kurt sucked in a breath at the feeling and let Blaine do what he wanted as he kneaded his butt cheeks. Blaine watched his face the whole time, feeling like he had been set on fire.
When he almost couldn't stand it anymore, Kurt opened Blaine's pants and freed him before bending down and sucking him just enough to make Blaine throw his head back and release a string of curses so filthy that he was a little embarrassed. Kurt pulled off with one last good suck and tugged Blaine to him again. They started making out again, stroking each other until they both tensed and came, crying out.
They both slid to the floor amidst the mess of food and paper products and wiped up the best they could.
"Damn. This is going to take forever to clean up," Kurt laughed in the awkward silence that followed.
Blaine pushed his hair back and looked around at the devastation. "Don't worry. I'll help. It's only fair. Um, I'm sorry."
Kurt shook his head and swiped his finger through some spilled flour in the floor. He made a little heart. "I made the mess too. I wasn't really that worried in the moment." He gave Blaine a shy little smile and tucked his chin into his knees.
"No, I mean I'm sorry I was such an asshole."
Kurt looked up sharply at that and shrugged. "I was one too."
"But you were right. I started this whole thing. I just have this deal about having to be the best and you threatened that. I am sorry though. I guess I was a little jealous too." He swirled his finger in some kind of sauce. "I work so hard and you just make everything seem so effortless."
"It's not though," Kurt replied. Blaine finally met his eyes. "I work really hard to get where I am. I'm kind of jealous of all your credentials and how everyone takes you seriously. I feel like I have to prove myself over and over again."
Blaine nodded in agreement. "Me too. I guess we aren't that different."
Things got quiet again and Kurt was about to bring up what they just did when Blaine huffed a quiet laugh.
"What?"
"I ate your peace offering," he said, turning to smile sweetly at Kurt. "It was pretty amazing. How did you get that flakiness?"
Kurt chuckled. "Oh it's easy. The hard part is not eating them all before we sell them. They're my dad's favorites."
"My mom would love them too. She's the whole reason I got into cooking, you know?"
"Jeff mentioned you didn't see eye to eye with your dad. Your mom is better?"
Blaine made a mental note to yell at Jeff later for telling his secrets. "Yeah. When I would fight with him, mom would take me to the kitchen and we would just bake and cook. I couldn't control much about my life, but I could control that."
Kurt curled his fingers around Blaine's hand. "That must have been hard for you."
"Yeah," he flipped his hand over and wove their fingers together. "But I found my passion and it's led to some pretty good things." He winked at Kurt who ducked his head.
They spent the next several minutes lost in animated conversation about recipes when the door to the truck swung open.
"What the actual fuck happened? Did you kill each other?" Santana said as she observed the messy truck with disgust.
The other three looked around in astonishment. Jeff squeaked and smacked Nick's arm when he zeroed in on the two holding hands. Nick's face nearly spilt in two with the grin that took over.
"What have you two been up to in here?"
They just looked at each other and laughed.
Blaine filled another basket full of muffins. They day was going splendidly. Perfect weather, great customers, and the food coming out perfectly. Not in a million years could he have cooked this up himself, but thankfully he had some help.
"Hey, Tom Thumb! We need those muffins! Move your tiny as— Uh, butt!" Santana yelled at him from the window. She smiled at a woman with a small child and amended her language.
The woman gave her a look and hurried her child away. Blaine brought the basket of muffins out and handed them off to Santana who snatched them and rushed back to where the baked goods tent had been set up.
In the weeks following the big blow up, Kurt and Blaine had begun working together instead of against each other. They had deep cleaned Kurt's truck and planned this event to sort of apologize to the community for their behavior.
They had invited several other food trucks and vendors and set up in the park. Blaine passed by Brittany painting people's faces and Nick selling tickets to the dunk tank Jeff was in to raise money for a charity. He made his way to another tented area where he found the man he was looking for.
Kurt was smiling at a customer and chatting amiably as he handed them a bag of food. Blaine's heart did a little flip and he wondered how he could have ever had a bad thought about the man he now called his boyfriend.
They still had a friendly competition going, but no more of the hateful comments or rude digs at each other. After the truck cleaning, Blaine had shyly asked Kurt out for coffee.
"That's if you even want to. I know I was pretty shitty to you," Blaine had said as they stood together outside his truck. He pretended to not notice all four of their friends inside the truck very obviously listening.
Kurt raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. "After what just happened, I think it's safe to assume I like you. How about tomorrow?"
They made the date and it went off great. Once they put their differences aside, they had a lot in common. They had been seeing each other ever since and Blaine couldn't be happier.
In the tent, Kurt's eyes snagged on his and the smile went from warm and friendly to the secret one he wore just for him. Blaine found himself smiling back and went to him as he waved goodbye to the customer.
"Hi."
"Hey." Kurt pulled him in for a sweet kiss. "Did you fix the muffin emergency?"
"I did." He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and Kurt immediately wrapped his around his shoulders. "I'd say things are going well, wouldn't you?"
Kurt nodded as he scanned the crowd. "Definitely. We should do this every year." He played with a stray curl at the back of Blaine's neck. "I have another idea that you should help me with."
"Kurt, maybe not in front of a crowd of people—"
"Get your head out of the gutter," Kurt chided him gently as he tugged at the hair. The sparkle in his eye let Blaine know they would be continuing that conversation later. "I want your help with a music project."
"Oh." Blaine was genuinely surprised. No one had asked for that in a long time. "What did you have in mind?"
"I want to write a musical about us. How we met and fought and ended up together. I wanted to know if you wanted to help me write the songs?"
A laugh bubbled out of Blaine's chest. Only Kurt would do something like that. "Sure. I'll help you. Someone has to tell the story right. And you would name it something ridiculous like your trucks name--"
Kurt pulled a face at him and kissed him to shut him up. Blaine didn't really mind.