A/N: well, it is currently 4:40 am, and I have such a messed up schedule that I'm pulling an all-nighter to fix it, because it's not getting better, and I'm going camping over the weekend so I want to go to sleep at a normal hour. I don't like being alone in the quiet camping. So, to keep me up, I'm writing this. Yay! I will write over the weekend hopefully, but only on paper, I can type and publish it when I get back.

The Second Cooking Attempt: Take-out.

Blaine was horrified at his Swedish pancakes. How could he have messed those up so much? He turned to Kurt, a grin on his face, "How about some cereal?" He took away their plates and quickly emptied the evidence of his failure into the trash. He turned back at the sound of a quiet giggle. "What?" He looked at Kurt pointedly.

"your face is bright red." Kurt said, trying not to burst out laughing. "I think I'll stick with cooking breakfast myself." He walked up behind Blaine and rested his head on his shoulder. "How about some Lucky Charms?" Blaine reached up to the cupboard, but his hand was swatted away. "No way," Kurt said smiling, and pushing Blaine back to one of the barstools. "I'm not trusting you with this kitchen until I leave for work." He pulled out some bowls poured the cereal, setting them down in front of their seats. Blaine looked over at Kurt.

"So I'm in charge of dinner tonight still?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"Of course! Just don't nick the counters." He leaned over and kissed him before returning to his cereal. They ate quietly, watching the clock for the time Kurt had to leave. "Well, I have to go to work now, the boss is going to be crazy if she doesn't get that fabric in time." He grabbed his messenger bag from the floor next to the door, and ran back to Blaine. "I love you forever!" he whispered in his ear, then rushed out the door, calling out a goodbye as he ran down the stairs outside the apartment.

Blaine had taken the day off of work. Kurt had intended to as well, but he hadn't been able to get the time off like he wanted. Blaine took some recipe books off the top shelf and thumbed through some cookbooks, before settling down with one that he knew was Kurt's favorites. It was one that his mom had used a lot at special occasions, from what Burt had said, and he liked to use it when he got the chance. He chose one on a well worn page that he knew was Kurt's favorite. He then scoured the apartment for a nice table cloth. He raided the hall closet for a few minutes, pulling out old scrapbooks, framed photos and his winter coats. (Kurt wouldn't allow his own clothes to be folded in such a moth prone environment.) He finally found what he was looking for. He held in his hands the table cloth from their table at the wedding reception. It was a deep red shade that matched the small red and dark blue gems they had set in their wedding rings, due to Dalton being responsible for their meeting. On the inside of their rings "Black Bird singing in the dead of night" was engraved on Blaine's, and "Love at first staircase," in a flowing cursive on Kurt's.

He placed the table cloth on the dining table after removing the papers there from yesterday's mail. He took out some candle sticks and set them up. He knew he was early in prepping for dinner, but he was too excited to wait. He decided on a CD of Nat King Cole songs, and set it by the CD player. He checked that he had all the ingredients then forced himself to leave the apartment until 4, so he wouldn't get excited and make the dinner to early and end up having to re-heat it.

He strolled through Central Park, grabbed breakfast at Tiffany's, and picked up a locket he had ordered two months ago in preparation of today. It was round, and around the inside of the circle were engraved the sound bars from a recording of Blaine saying "you are my teenage dream". He planned to give it the Kurt that night, after proving he could make a meal without forgetting anything important. He had it placed in a red velvet case, and put it in a pocket in his jacket, not wanting to let it far from himself now that he had it.

He wandered around for a while longer, and saw a movie before returning to the apartment, and gathering the ingredients. He stirred up the alfredo sauce, and grated some cheese, humming a random tune under his breath.

TBC

a/n: Sorry this is so short, I am leaving to go camping in a few hours, and yesterday was way too tired to write, so I will finish this chapter when I get back, yesterday I was up for 32 hours straight trying to fix my sleeping schedule, not fun at all, :/