Blaine kept a steady eye on the clock, trying to time the dinner to be finished right before Kurt got home. He continued dancing around the kitchen, mixing ingredients and trying to think of what to make for dessert, he had tried to make a cake a few years ago, but that had not ended well, at least not for the cake, it did lead to lots of kissing as they tried to clean the kitchen though, so it hadn't been a total was.
He decided to fry some veggies to go with the pasta, and took out Kurt's favorite pan, knowing that he always preferred his veggies done right. He chopped up some asparagus and broccoli, and put them in the frying pan, hoping to bring out the flavor. Unfortunately he got distracted dancing around and singing to Teenage Dream, that he forgot to check it. He ran to their bedroom to pick out some of Kurt's favorite napkins from the linen closet, and placed them on the table. He sniffed the air, "huh?'' he said, trying to figure out what it was that smelled off. Then he saw smoke rising off of the stove. He rushed over to be greeted with the view of the spatula melted onto the frying pan. Not only were the vegetables ruined, but so was his puppy spatula and Kurt's frying pan. "dang tootin" He said, his schoolyard vernacular popped up in his head making him forget he was an adult. He quickly removed the frying pan from the heat and tried to remove the spatula, but to no avail.
He knew Kurt would be ticked off at him for ruining the pan, and while he knew that Kurt was also quick to forgive, he was already nervous enough as it was without having to confess anything. "Ugh," he sighed, putting the pan in the garbage, turning back to the rest of what he was cooking. But alas fortune did not favor him. His pasta sauce had boiled over while his back was turned, and had burnt onto the other cooling burner, while the noodles had been boiled to long.
He checked the clock again. Kurt was bound to arrive any minute, and he had nothing prepared for dinner, so he called Papa Johns, and ordered a Pizza, hoping that it would arrive soon. He started cleaning up the kitchen, trying to make it look less dramatic. in the middle of straining the very soggy and mushy noodles he heard Kurt return to the apartment. "Honey I'm home!" He said sarcastically. "you would not believe work today, the traffic was awful, but when I finally got there it turned out they already had the fabric, but I still ended up driving forever just to get the right kind of zipper. It was awfu- Blainey, what happened...?" He said, looking at the mess in the kitchen.
"I , um, tried to cook, tried being the operative word here.."
"I'll say," Kurt replied, but Blaine's puppy dog eyes worked their magic before any argument could happen over the state of Kurt's kitchen, and Kurt moved in along side him to help with the damage control. They started moving their hips to the music, and finally Kurt realized that he was cleaning up a kitchen, on valentines, instead of spending it cuddling with his husband. "Let's leave this for tomorrow," He said.
Blaine stared at him. "Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" he asked, looking quizzically at him.
"I am serious! There is not much we can do without serious elbow grease, and I am tired, so lets skip this for the day." for emphasis he put his frying pan that he had been trying to save in the sink, and sprawled dramatically on the couch. Right then the door bell rang, signaling the arrival of the Pizza.
Blaine went to go get the Pizza, and returned with 2 plates. "Dinner my good sir." he said with a dramatic bow. Kurt Chuckled. This valentines day was going to be just right.
Late at night when they were tucked into bed, Kurt realized something and shot up to a sitting position, disturbing Blaine's attempt to fall asleep. "Blaine, was that "my" frying pan? My favorite frying pan?"
An exaggerated snore came from Blaine's side of the bed.