"And to make the perfect chocolate souffle, the trick is to never open the oven door. EVER. I generally use a torch to look inside and just keep a close eye on it,"

Blaine stared down at his open oven door in horror and quickly closed it.

"Everything okay?"

Other than the souffle being a complete catastrophe?

He had been wondering why it wasn't rising.

"Yeah! Everything's fine,"

Except he was making the worst souffle in the world, and he's pretty sure he stuffed up the ingredients. He didn't have a proper measuring cup, he was just estimating how much with regular cups and spoons. He remembered his mum saying if you don't follow the recipe, don't even bother.

What Kurt didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Blaine was the worst at making desserts.

He was glad Nick always bought him precooked food, because he couldn't cook if his life depended on it. Sometimes if he wanted a really nice meal, he'd treat himself to Uber eats but he had promised Nick that he would be the perfect host, and according to Kurt the perfect host always has food.

He told Kurt last night "Did you know that Uber eats even delivers Waffles?" He did that on nights when he had massive cravings, and he felt cruel to even think of asking Nick to go out and get some for him at midnight when he worked five days a week, so he found an alternative way. Kurt said he knew how to make waffles which is when Blaine asked what else he could make and Kurt gave him a list of items which made Blaine's mouth drool. When Kurt mentioned chocolate souffle, Blaine didn't believe him. So Kurt offered him cooking lessons to practise for Friday which is when the Warblers were going to be there.

"You know this is fun, whenever I tried to get my dad to do a cooking day with me, he'd always scrunch up his nose as though it was the worse profession in the world,"

He couldn't imagine why…

"Well I really appreciate this Kurt," and don't get him wrong. Blaine did appreciate it. When Kurt began talking enthusiastically about cooking last night Blaine couldn't help but get sucked in by his optimistic approach to it.

Did last night really happen?

Neither one of them had brought up the subject of being in a relationship the next day and Blaine so badly was dying to ask Kurt if they still were doing what they said they would do, but he didn't want to seem clingy either. He knew why Kurt had mentioned it. He felt that strong connection the other night too when they talked. It was like knowing Kurt for years.

It was like coming home to a place he hadn't even been too yet. Were they boyfriends?

Could he call Kurt that when the Warblers came? How would he introduce Kurt to them?

When the Souffle was done Blaine couldn't help but laugh to himself.

"What's so funny over there?"

Blaine took a photo and sent it to Nick under the hashtag – first ever home made dessert.

Nick replied straight away Who are you and what have you done with Blaine Anderson?

He got another ping from his mobile within minutes later

You never cook.

Is that supposed to be a souffle?

YOU'RE MAKING SOUFFLE?

"Blaine?"

Looks good doesn't it

It looks like shit. YOU'RE MAKING SOUFFLE. This is all because of Kurt isn't it?

Did you actually meet this guy?

OH MY GOD YOU MET HIM DIDN'T YOU?

I'M HYPERVINTALING – BLAINE!

"Oh sorry I was just texting Nick about the souffle," Blaine put his hand on the wall as though trying to hug Kurt through it. "Thank you,"

He didn't know Kurt was doing the same thing while being covered in flour and chocolate "You're welcome"

Calm down, I didn't meet him, but yes Kurt's teaching me to cook

I like this guy

It was moment like this when Blaine was starting to wish he could see Kurt in person. He wanted more to what they agreed to.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

But he needed to take babysteps first.

"What do you look like?"

He waited for Kurt's response which seemed to take a while. He looked around his small room that didn't really have much character to it. There was a fencing picture, that he had brought with him from home which his mum had given him one day for his birthday. He used to be on the fencing team. There was the small marble bench top kitchen which he had just been in when he moved to the loungeroom which contained a fluffy grey rug, a black coffee table and a small couch. On the other side of the apartment is where he kept very technical video recording equipment for making music and producing movies/songs. He had pictures of the Warblers near his work area where the video recording equipment was and one of his mum and cooper. His dad hadn't been in the scene for a long time. He wondered what kind of stuff Kurt owned. Probably something a lot more interesting and with more character. Although he did have a playbill of RENT on the wall.

"I'm really tall, uh athletic looking, with dark brown hair and light brown eyes"

Blaine nodded in response trying to picture Kurt. It didn't sound like him, but it's pretty hard to match someone you've never met before right? "I'm sure you look gorgeous,"

"What about you?"

"Tall as well, reasonably fit" Blaine hesitated knowing he was lying but if Kurt was anything like Jeremiah who knew what Kurt liked? "Blonde, hazel eyes, and kind of pale"

He prayed to Katy Perry that Kurt didn't know anything about what Jeff looked like.

"Why did you ask?"

Blaine wasn't prepared for this question but he just went for it. "I wanted to know more about you. I'm also thinking of walking outside the apartment soon, if I run into you, at least we won't be total strangers right?"

Well other than the fact he just lied about his looks. He'll tell Kurt the truth when/if he does fully decide to meet Kurt.

"Really? Blaine that's amazing!"

He thought he heard Kurt muttering something "What was that sorry?"

"Nothing, it's nothing. I'm just proud of you. Are you nervous?"

"So nervous," Blaine couldn't begin to explain how anxious he was feeling about walking out of his apartment. He could barely remember what the sun felt like on his skin.

"Just start some place small, try walking past Hyde Park maybe. Do you want me to come with you?"

"No. I don't mean to be rude, but I think I need to do this on my own if I'm ever going to get better,"

"Of course, but just remember, if you feel anxious at all, call my number okay?"

"Thanks Kurt, hey…maybe we'll run into each other at Starbucks,"

"Maybe. I'll have to look for your funky socks,"

Blaine laughed wishing he was brave enough to tell Kurt how he really looked.

"So uh…I don't think my souffle is looking how it should,"

"Can you describe it to me?"

"Would it be okay if I sent you a picture?"

"Of course!"

Ping! The photo was sent and within minutes he heard laughter which made Blaine smile. Kurt had a beautiful laugh.

"What on earth did you do?"

"I followed everything you said for me to do!" Blaine protested looking around at his messy flour covered – I DID NOT DO WHAT I WAS MEANT TO DO kitchen.

"I am sending you step by step picture displays to try again tomorrow. Do you have a dishwasher at least?"

"No? I wash by hand," Blaine looked at the mess and realised what has happened.

"Oh Blaine. Well I got work to do, let me know when you're done cleaning your monstrosity so we can watch When Harry Met Sally. I'll shout you Uber eats as a reward for an attempted souffle."

There was only one problem with that.

"I always watch tv next to my bed though" Blaine whined. "I want to watch it with you,"

He heard Kurt shuffling around and he imagined Kurt was cleaning his own mess.

"Why don't you just move the bed against the wall and I'll do the same?"

"That could work. Okay give me a few hours,"

"I'll be here,"