This one was supposed to be part of a longer chapter but it's been waiting weeks for its turn and the rest of the chapter may not get written until I can write on a computer instead of my phone. So it is now being given its own status as its own chapter.

It is all fluff. Really. All Fluff. Begins with fluff, ends with Fluff. Lots of Fluff. Ooh… now changing the chapter title to that. And possibly will start signing off on emails that way. (Better than using LOL to mean "Lots of Love" like Carole and my actual mom do)!

Lots of Fluff, everyone!

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AAaaaaargh…. One more thing…

Commencing unnecessary author's note that has nothing to do with the story so you should probably skip reading it… but I just watched clips of The Today Show and it is bugging me SO MUCH that they had the Warblers lip-syncing to the studio recording while Darren Criss sang live! Have you seen lots of Darren's live performances? He is amazing! He is great at overcoming onstage issues, or just improvising something different vocally on the spur of the moment whether it's just him and a guitar or if he's singing with a large band. He's a fantastic and experienced live singer. So it seems the only way to make him sound a bit… not as amazing… is to have him singing live trying to blend with a slick studio recording during a high-energy live performance! Gaaaah! Who thought that could possibly work? Slick polished studio voices don't match high-energy live performance! Everything Darren had to accommodate for onstage there was unnatural and impossible. Elton John couldn't do it! Lady Gaga or Dave Matthews couldn't do it! Just… why?

1. The Warbler actors all are amazing singers in their own right. Why make them lip-sync to canned voices? Let them sing the damn song with Darren!

2. The most amazing live singer (such as our Darren Criss!) could never sing along with a slick studio recording of canned vocals instead of other live singers, and have that mix sound right at all in a live performance.

3. Why not have the actual Tufts Beelzabubs sing live with Darren once? Those are their voices on that slick studio recording, they are after all the ones who arranged the songs in the first place, and they have plenty of live performance experience themselves.

4. Grrrrrrrrrr

My point: One or the other! 1 or 3. Choice number 2 was a disservice to all involved. –Thankfully Dominic, Riker, Curt, Nelson, Aaron, et al are too cute on stage for it to be that terrible, it's always nice to hear the Beelzabubs' recordings, and Darren pulled it off and rocked anyway despite the atrociousness of being forced to sing and dance and perform live along with canned back-up voices (as amazing as the Bubs are) that could never blend right in a live performance.

Oh, I live for the day when he gets back to that studio album he was recording before he started Glee! One day we will have Good Old Moon, Categories, The Muse, and more! In our iPods!

OK, sorry. Back to story. *apologetically gesturing toward the Fluffy text below

Oh, and… the chapter's also a bit cheesy. Actually.

(Oh yeah, and I still don't own any Marshmallow Fluff recipes or Glee content.)

Chapter 16: Lots of Fluff

(Originally entitled: Payback)

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Good morning, Handsome!

Kurt grabbed a hand-towel by the sink so he could pick up his phone and reply to the text from Blaine.

-Morning? Wow, YOU slept in, huh? Lucky.

LOL *yawn *stretch! How's your cousin's birthday party?

-Soooooo cute. I thought 1 yr old, party's not for her, really for the parents, but she was SO adorable loving all the attention.

Name again? Happy? Halley? Humphrey?

-Haha! Hannah.

Wait, are you not there anymore?

-Sweetheart, it is after 2. You slept this late really? I'm back home already.

Home like home or Dalton home?

-Dalton! I had an experiment to get back to.

Uuuuummmm… Kurt…? WHERE exactly are you right now?

-I'm in the kitchen.

Kurt's phone immediately rang.

He answered, "Yes, Blaine?"

"Kurt, Sweetie Gorgeous, what exactly is it you're working on right now in the kitchen?" The tone was how you would ask a kid if they were getting into the cookie jar a half hour before dinner.

"I don't care to say." Kurt's tone was definitely total flirt.

There was some soft laughter that might have contained an "oh no" in there before the phone cut out and Kurt fixed his hair knowing Blaine could make it there from his dorm in a matter of minutes. Sometimes it was more like a matter of minute.

"HOW did I know it would be Fluff?" Blaine grabbed him from behind and kissed his neck, twirling him around to face him and giving him a look that begged an explanation for the Fluff, with the added raising of an eyebrow for comical impact.

"It's just that… when you're faced with so much fluff, you almost HAVE to find something creative to do with it!"

"OK, so what IS this? Some kind of creative… food thing, or is this a craft project?" Blaine had a point. There were three bowls; one with popcorn, one with Rice Chex cereal and one with… you had to be kidding… tuna.

"I'm… experimenting. Fluff could make a great snack out of one of these."

"Kurt. Beautiful. No. I'm taking you… away from all this. Put the tuna down. I'll just take that spoon out of your hand now… Kurt… Keep the fluff away from the tuna. Gorgeous, I'm serious. I think you may have a problem. Let's just put the tuna in the fridge now, so it can carry out its life's mission of becoming a normal sandwich for someone who respects it for what it's truly meant to be, and I'll take you out for some nice creative snacks made by some professionals… sound good?"

When they got to the university coffee shop, the subject of what to order that would be better than what Kurt had been working on at home of course came up, so the subject of the dangers of Fluff of course came up as well. Their laughter alone would have brought Peter out from behind his sandwich board, but the mention of fluffernutter hilarity perked up his interest especially.

The girl making their coffees while they read over today's colorfully-written sandwich menu on the chalkboard looked up at Peter when he referred to one of the drinks she was making. "Hey, Medium Drip! Kurt!" Since he had only looked right at the boys as he said that, she got a confused look on her face but carried on with the coffee making.

Before Peter could ask them the question on his mind, Blaine cut in. "Why is he Kurt now, and I'm still Medium Drip?"

"Ah, Raspberry Fields doesn't really have the staying power to be a nickname with any longevity, does it?"

"And Medium Drip does?" Blaine asked with mock indignation. Kurt was all smiles. Devilish smiles at that.

"Of course." Peter stated as though that was a given, self-evident.

His eyes squinted a look at Peter that said "I'm gonna get you" and as soon as Blaine thought that, he realized it was true. It was time for payback.

Peter was interested in the failed fluffernutter sandwiches and the unfairly thwarted (according to Kurt) efforts at inventing a new fluff snack. After bringing them their perfectly crisp and melty grilled cheese and tomato sandwich and their spearmint iced teas, he asked Kurt what he had been planning to do with the tuna and fluff. Kurt couldn't say, as he hadn't gotten that far when Blaine took him away from the tuna. Peter never the less looked suddenly inspired and darted back to the sandwich board announcing that he had an idea for a new dish.

"Do you realize that neither one of us has ever eaten a whole sandwich in here? We've only always shared one, and never get our own." Kurt had just pulled the two halves of the sandwich apart, and Blaine was doing one of those ridiculous things he does that always make Kurt think, "only Blaine…" which was using both hands to capture the melting cheese as it fell from between the two halves of the sandwich, before it could all hit the plate. He worked with that stringy melty yummy goodness as if he were a kid playing cat's cradle with string, and brought some of it over his mouth, throwing his head back to catch the falling strings, and tried to simultaneously deliver the rest of it with his other hand over to Kurt's mouth for him to do the same.

OK, so Blaine may be good with his hands, but he's not THAT good! Kurt did not risk the impending cheese-face inevitability, opting instead to give Blaine a "You really don't know me by now?" look, forcing Blaine to have to think quickly for something else to do with that portion of the cheese, bringing his head back forward to see better, thus ending up with the cheese face that had not been otherwise inevitable on his end of things. Kurt took pity on him and caught the wrist of the hand with his cheese offering, brought it to his mouth, and took care of at least that part, smiling deeply into Blaine's eyes and laughing at him as he licked the cheese off Blaine's fingers.

Blaine forgot the cheese on his other hand and his chin for that moment and just stared at Kurt and practically vibrated while that was happening. Kurt took that cue to push a little further… this was, after all, a familiar and already known by them to be a welcoming environment here in this particular favorite coffee shop of theirs, and Blaine was the last one to push the PDA here as innocent as that time was, just a kiss… so he leaned across the little table, took Blaine's other hand, held it, cheese and all, and began to lick the cheese off of Blaine's chin until it turned into a kiss. All cheese taken care of. Except for the cheese on Blaine's other hand. Another opportunity…

Blaine seemed lost in the kiss, lost in Kurt. Good signs all. So Kurt pointedly assessed him up and down with his eyes and asked him, "Would you like me to take care of your other hand, Sweetheart?"

Blaine could only manage a quick couple nods and a little lusty, or kind of shocked in a good way, out-breath.

He melted like the middle of their sandwich as Kurt captured each finger with his lips for cheese-removal services, one at a time. Blaine clearly had no qualms about public displays by the point when he simply had to use his previously de-cheesed hand to gather the hair on the back of Kurt's head into his fingers and pull his boyfriend in for a seriously-not-appropriate-for-a-family-coffee-shop-so-thank-goodness-it's-the-university-coffee-shop long kiss.

Success! Thought Kurt. Ah, all it took was a little cheesiness. Should have guessed. That's so Blaine.

Every once in a while, Peter's head would pop up from behind his area to see if they were ready for his questions… he was bursting to ask them their opinion on his ideas for his invention. He wondered if another quiche-type-thing would sell, since the last one didn't do so well. He wondered if Kurt and Blaine like tuna sandwiches made with the super-sweet Miracle Whip or with lots of sweet relish. He had to wait a while until his friends were no longer having a private moment. And then, finally, he brought out a couple crackers with tuna salad on them for the guys to try.

They both agreed the tuna was pretty darn good. "Fluff!" Peter announced. "It has a little mayo and a lot of Fluff!"

Blaine made a face as though he'd been tricked into eating turtle meat or something, but then he conceded that Peter had come up with a successful recipe, if one HAD to combine tuna and Fluff.

"It's not enough, though. I need something new and different again, like that shepherd's pie we did a while back, or the awesome Indian pudding…" Peter floated back to the kitchen deep in thought.

Blaine smiled boyishly at Kurt and held his hand the whole time they were finishing the tomato and cheese melted yummy goodness that was that awesome perfect sandwich.

They sipped at their spearmint iced teas and Blaine swung his feet back and forth under his chair and the table, which Kurt felt the need to put a stop to by stretching out his own lanky legs and catching those feet mid-swing, keeping them still within his ankles' steady hold. Well, when one part of Blaine stops moving another has to start, which Kurt knows well, so he started playing with Kurt's hands on the table. Much better.

Eventually Peter's head popped up again, and he called out, "Tuna Fluff Casserole!"

It had been a while since he'd said anything, so the guys didn't have the subject of his recipe adventure in their minds at the moment, and it sounded to both of them like he was calling out someone's name. Blaine came to first, and asked him, "What's a tuna fluff casserole?"

"It's gonna be my next super awesome lunch dish. Tuna Fluff Casserole! Do you think it'll work?"

Kurt watched as Blaine's smile grew to a grin and a mischievous one at that. Kurt could figure out exactly what Blaine was thinking. Blaine said out loud, "Oh, yeah. That'll work. Tuna Fluff Casserole? That'll do just fine."

It would only catch on with their friends… but since one of Blaine's friends was Peter's coworker who loved using nicknames all the time, and another of Blaine's friends was Peter's girlfriend who was tired of being called "Goodness" in public instead of "Goddess," it would work out nicely.

Saying their goodbyes, Blaine called out the inaugural greeting of "Later, Tuna Fluff Casserole" and Peter looked up in time to see them already out the door and thought, Oh, No.

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OK, uuuum… Fluffiest, cheesiest chapter ever. Sorry! lolz

And Lots of Fluff to you all.