A/N: Hey guys! First off: I feel like a little shit. :( This is soooo late! I feel awful to keep you guys waiting. I meant to have this up Thursday for God's sake. Damn you, school, and all that work that comes with you. But on the bright side, it's up now, and I get to post something on Darren Criss's Birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU SUPERMEGAFOXYAWESOMEHOT GOD! 25 3

On another note, OH MY GOD MICHAEL. I died. I think I just like died. Oh my god, Darren's crotch grabbing and pirateness, and all the Klainey goodness and Ben and Chris's hips. Dear god. And Chris Colfer's hilarious tweet. Oh god. I am also excited for The Spanish Teacher. Yes. Very excited. I also heard news that Darren might be in the Valentine's Day episode. Fingers crossed!

Also, thank you guys so much for the reviews! They mean so much to me, and we're almost at thirty! Whoop! They're like candy to me, so thank you soooo much, and keep 'em coming! 3 I love you all.

Anyways, I'll stop talking now. Without further ado, Chapter Six: Cookie Dough.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Although I kinda wish I owned Darren Criss. And Chris Colfer, I would give him to my friend Lucas.

Chapter 6: Cookie Dough

It had been exactly one week, three days, and one and a half hours since Kurt and Blaine had gotten together. Their relationship had progressed, of course, but not by much. All of the school knew about their change in status; from "super cuddly, totally obliviously in love best friends" to dating. As soon as they had put this up on Facebook, not only had they gotten an uncountable number of likes, Kurt had also received a ridiculous amount of phone calls and messages from the flailing members of his prior glee club. The New Directions were relentless in finding out every little detail from Kurt. He had chatted for at least an hour on Skype with Mercedes, Rachel, and Tina, all of whom were demanding the full blown story. He received congratulations from Quinn, Mike, Sam, Finn, and Artie, all through various forms of conversation. Puck had called him and said three words on the phone, "GET SOME, HUMMEL!" He then immediately hung up, and Kurt couldn't help but laugh at his friend's antics. He got two texts from the remaining ladies of the New Directions.

Kurty! Now you have your very own dolphin so you can know what boys' lips taste like! Have fun with your dolphin and watch out for the meany sharks. -Britt

Congratulations, Hummel, on scoring one fine piece of ass. Don't forget to get your mack on in that fancy choir room you have up there. WANKY! - Santana

Kurt was exuberant to hear from his old glee club, and was happy to know that they were excited for him. Blaine had gone to Kurt's house on Friday night, to formally meet Burt and Carole as Kurt's boyfriend. It all went smoothly - after a minor lecture and threat of a shotgun - and they enjoyed the early dinner. Kurt had decided to just pay a short visit for the evening, and had then returned to Dalton with Blaine.

Trent on the other hand, had just continued the facade that he didn't care about the change in Kurt and Blaine's relationship status. He would plaster on a fake smile and pretend to be happy for the two, although both of the boys knew that he was less than excited. Blaine, being the dapper, polite young man he is, had tried to speak with Trent in a responsible, adult-like manner, in order to sort out his feelings, but after three attempts - all being shut down with lame, feeble excuses or declines - he gave up, and let him mope.

All was well though, and both of the boys were relishing this "honeymoon phase" of their time together as boyfriends, reveling in the long, warm embraces and strong arms, the sweet, mostly chaste kisses, (with passionate ones here and there - their most intense had been in the choir room) and the whispered sweet nothings between classes and at meals.

Sectionals was rapidly approaching, and on Thursday afternoon before the competition, Warbler Hall was pandemonium. They had all run through the setlist fully - for the fifth time that day. All of the boys had been overjoyed when they heard the song choices and who the solos were given to, but after practicing like this for more than a week, they were beginning to grow sick of the Beatles' songs.

"Kurt, can we run through "Here Comes the Sun" again?" Wes asked, although not really expecting an answer, as the question was more demanding than it should've been.

"Wes, why? We've done it five times. We still have tomorrow to practice, and the harmonies and choreography are down to a T," Kurt questioned, becoming angrier and angrier. Yes, he had been euphoric when he had found out that he landed a solo - he had actually jumped into Blaine's arms and kissed him sloppily on the mouth - but now, he was just growing frustrated at how much Wes demanded to rehearse. They were perfect.

"Because Kurt, this is Sectionals we're talking about here. We can't just blow off practice!" The Asian huffed.

"Blow off practice?" Kurt asked incredulously. "Are you freaking kidding me? We've been at it for two and half hours and I repeat: we still have tomorrow." Kurt was now standing away from the group, with the rest of the Warblers and staring at Wes like he was crazy, one hand sassily on his hip.

Wes sneered. "Come on, Kurt. This is important. The only reason you don't want to run through it again is because you know your song needs the most work."

Kurt put on a fixed "Bitch, please" glare and was staring directly at the Asian boy before him.

"Are you kidding me?" Blaine interjected. He was staring at Wes incredulously. "What the hell, dude? Now you're just talking shit. You know Kurt's solo is the best and you just want to practice longer!" Several Warblers gasped at Blaine's swearing, - Warblers rarely cursed in the meetings - but most heard his angry tone.

"But-"

"He's right," Jesse and Cameron sang - no one was surprised about their unison. Jesse continued speaking. "No offense to Blaine, Nick, and Jeff, but Kurt's solo is the best. He rocks the Beatles - not that the rest of you don't - but he really pulls it off best.

Murmurs of agreement were heard throughout the room, even from David and Thad, who weren't on Wes's side from the beginning. They were fed up with rehearsal as it was.

Wes looked defeated. "I guess since we're already an hour overtime, we'll call it quits, but don't think you're not going to work your butts off tomorrow on "Come Together". Meeting dismissed." He banged his gavel and the Warblers shuffled out. Kurt still stood in the middle of the room, but his hand had fallen to his side.

Blaine saw his boyfriend standing in the middle of the room, no longer looking fierce and fiery, but sullen. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's petite waist and pressed a kiss behind his ear.

"Hey, baby," Blaine whispered. Kurt's heart swelled at the pet name he'd only head a few times before and shivered at the intimacy of the whispering.

"Hey," Kurt whispered back, slightly breathless.

"Look at me," Blaine ordered, having Kurt turn in his arms, and leaving them wrapped around the taller boy's waist. Hazel eyes met glasz. "Listen. Wes had no right to say those things. I know he doesn't mean it. You can talk to him if you want."

"I will, but only if he approaches me. I want him to apologize. I honestly don't have anything to say to him."

Blaine pressed another soft kiss in the middle of Kurt's forehead. "I know you don't. Yelling at you and insulting you in front of everyone was not right of him. Your voice is breathtaking, Kurt. I think your solo is the best out of every single one." Kurt let the arms that had been idle at his side wind around Blaine's neck, playing with the loose curls there. "You. Are. Perfect. Every. Little. Thing." Blaine said kissing Kurt softly at each word.

"Thank you," he breathed in relief, finally giving in, and giving Blaine a real kiss, pressing their mouths together and taking dominance. Kurt removed one of his arms from Blaine's neck and placed it on his arm, rubbing up and down his bicep, thumbing small patterns. A tongue swiped at his bottom lip, but Kurt refused, wanting to be in control. He repeated the action and was immediately granted access.

Blaine was relishing in the pure want vibe he was getting from Kurt. He was lost in everything that was Kurt - the way his lips worked, and the way his tongue swirled with his. He nearly moaned at the sensation, but held it in, not wanting to scare Kurt - plus they were still in the middle of Warbler Hall.

At the need of oxygen, the two boys finally separated, and Kurt blushed, feeling flustered and the slightest bit embarrassed at the intensity of the kiss.

"You're adorable when you blush," Blaine told Kurt, giving him little kiss on the nose.

"Well, you're just adorable," Kurt responded cheekily, although a little bit shyly.

"Oh?"

"Yes." Kurt sealed it with another lingering kiss on Blaine's slightly parted lips. "Now come on, let's go study and do homework."

"Okay, love," Blaine said warmly, grinning. Kurt's heart swelled at this pet name, even more than when he heard Blaine call him 'honey' or 'baby'. He loved the way 'love' rolled off of Blaine's tongue. Love. He was even more excited that it was he, Kurt Hummel, who Blaine was addressing as that. Kurt beamed. Blaine grasped his hand and they headed out the door, just happy to be in each other's company.

Blaine and Kurt stayed in the latter's room for about two hours. Of course, with the original intentions to do homework and study, as a new couple, that's not all that happened. They did, however end up getting most of their homework done - in between the casual flirting, sweet, yet chaste kisses, teasing, and the sly, impish glances they cast at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking - and had spent time cuddling when they grew tired of working, with the Beatles' album, "Love" softly playing in the background, getting into spirit for their Sectionals setlist.

They had briefly talked about the latest cover of Vogue - along with its contents, of course. After interest in the conversation died down, the two fell into a comfortable silence, both just content with snuggling on Kurt's soft duvet, propped up against the headboard, sharing each other's warmth.

Both boys' thoughts wandered, focusing on different topics here and there, although most were similar.

This feels like a dream. Is this a dream? Kurt wondered in his head to himself. Am I really here with the boy I've been in love with for two months, cuddling and sharing kisses? Did I really get a solo for Sectionals? How is this real? It's like it's too good to be true. In his reflection, he decided to show Blaine how thankful and happy he was to be with him. He snuggled in closer to Blaine, where his arm was around his shoulder, and began to pepper soft kisses on his boyfriend's exposed collarbone and neck. He moved up to his jaw, feeling the little bit of stubble that already began to show up again.

Kurt continued to nuzzle into Blaine's neck, breathing in his scent. It was musky, but sweet and smelt like his cologne, but was also something entirely his own. It was so very male, so very… Blaine. Kurt went back to kissing his neck, even swiping his tongue here and there.

"Hey," Blaine whispered. "What's up?" he sounded slightly breathless from the sensations Kurt was giving him.

"Mmh… Does something have to be up for me to kiss my boyfriend? To show him how much I care?" Kurt moved off of Blaine's neck and up to his ear, his lips were grazing the soft, sensitive skin there. "I'm just so happy to be with you. Kissing you is like a reminder that it's real."

"So real…" Blaine nearly moaned.

Kurt's breath on his ear, and the little swipe of Kurt's tongue caused Blaine to shiver - with Kurt naturally noting, and relishing in it. "Cold?" he teased, knowing that he wasn't cold and that he had caused that shiver.

"Mmh… not really. Maybe just a little… my lips," Blaine told him softly, his voice low.

"Oh?" Kurt acted surprised - he had seen this coming. "Could I, maybe, help with this?"

Blaine was frustrated. He knew that Kurt was teasing him, but he loved it. Just him, being close, was good, but the warm, soft kisses, the nuzzling, and the air he blew. Oh, God and his smell. Kurt smelt like Marc Jacob's Rain, and his shampoo, and his skincare products, and just Kurt. Simply put, he smelt delicious.

"Mmh…" Blaine repeated. "Yeah, baby, I think might be able to."

"Really? How? Can you tell me, Blainers?" Kurt purred, still teasing.

"Come closer," Blaine practically whined. He didn't know how he could possibly get much closer though, because his boyfriend was literally pressed into his side. Blaine's arm was still around Kurt's shoulders and their legs were a tangled mess. I mean, unless he was on top of me. Then he would be closer to me, Blaine mused. No! Undapper thoughts, Blaine! He internally shook his head, and Kurt's voice brought him back from his self argument in his head.

"Closer, Blaine? How can I get close?" His voice was still flirtatious, yet sweetly innocent, and the slightest bit sarcastic. "Like this?" Kurt asked, shifting slightly, so he was hovering slightly, half above Blaine, his breath ghosting the hazel eyed boy's cheek.

"Yeah," Blaine breathed. He paused. "Kurt, kiss me."

"Okay." Kurt leaned down, and pressed a kiss to Blaine's hairline that was free of gel from Kurt running his hands through it so much. Blaine pouted, and Kurt so badly wanted to kiss it right off, but he kept his act up. He casually quirked an eyebrow. "Not the right spot?" he asked. Blaine gently shook his head. "Here?" Kurt pressed a kiss on one of Blaine's temples. Blaine shook his head again. "Here?" A kiss to the middle of his triangular eyebrows. Another shake. There were other kisses pressed - to his eyebrows, each of his cheeks, even his chin. Blaine just kept shaking his head no. "Blainey, this is getting hard for me! There's so many places on your face! Give me a hint?" Kurt posed, a small pout playing at his lips.

"In between the ears," Blaine whispered.

"Oh," Kurt let out, and he slowly, yet cautiously, swung one of his legs to the other side of Blaine, so he was straddling him. He left his soft pale hands on each of his shoulders. "Right… here," Kurt murmured, and softly let his lips meet Blaine's, just brushing, and there it was again: Fireworks. Electricity. Explosion.

Blaine wanted more. So much more - but he left it. He wanted Kurt to be in control of this kiss. He wanted him to initiate everything it meant, and to let him kiss Blaine. The tenor was relishing in the feeling of Kurt straddling him, his entire weight pressing down on him. It felt so good, so right. His warmth was radiating from his body, and he felt at ease. Kurt suddenly deepened the kiss, fully pressing their lips together, moving in sync, with passion. This kiss was different from the others they had shared. It wasn't an explosion of emotions, wanting to get out. It wasn't chaste or brief. It wasn't lusty and driven with want.

This kiss was full of love; full of passion and care and all of the happiness from being with each other. It was slow and sweet, and just so good.

They parted for about a second, then came back to one another, and Kurt stayed in charge, his tongue slowly swiping against Blaine's lower lip. He nibbled here and there, but he never allowed their tongues to meet. He wanted to keep this kiss filled with the love that it had, not letting the sex crazed minds of teenage boys take over.

When they finally parted again, after a long time, Blaine just simply whispered his name, "Kurt."

Kurt had no response, so he let his eyes flutter shut, and crawled off of Blaine, curling next to him, their faces millimeters apart, breaths mixing. They wound together, cuddling and sharing warmth. Blaine pecked his lover on the lips one more time, and rubbed their noses together in soft Eskimo kisses.

"Sleep, love," Blaine told the countertenor softly, keeping his lips pressed in a never ending kiss to Kurt's forehead.

"'Kay, Blainers, you're the best…" he murmured quietly, sleep coming fast.

Once his breath evened out, Blaine knew he was asleep, and he whispered, almost inaudibly, against the soft, pale skin of Kurt's forehead, "I love you."

One day soon, he was going to tell him when he was awake.

Blaine awoke to the sound of a loud knocking on Kurt's door. His boyfriend was still curled up in his arms, wrapped up in his limbs. Kurt's face was pressed into Blaine's chest, and he was breathing softly.

Blaine, as quietly as he could - while making sure that he person at the door could still hear him - called, "Come in!"

Then Wesley Montgomery strode into the room, with an expression that clearly read as, 'Guilty and Ashamed' written across his face. He was coming here to talk to Kurt.

"Hey Wes," Blaine spoke softly. "Do you need me to wake him up?"

"If you could, that'd be great, but I can come back later…" Wes said, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.

"Oh, no it's okay. He's been sleeping for, like, an hour anyways. I'll get him up."

"Thanks," Wes uttered, rubbing his arm behind his head sheepishly.

Blaine, now sitting up, leaned down, and slowly pressed a couple of kisses to his boyfriend's forehead and down to the very tip of his nose. Kurt's eyelids fluttered open, and he leaned up to capture Blaine's slightly chapped lips in a short, sweet kiss, and whispered against his lips, "New favorite way to wake up." He smiled.

"New favorite way to wake someone up," Blaine retorted. "Although, I did wake you up for a reason. Wes is here to talk to you."

The grin on Kurt's face was wiped away, and was replaced by a blank page. "Oh, okay." Kurt sat up, and saw Wes standing in his room, glancing halfheartedly at the pictures on his corkboard.

"Do you want me to stay?" Blaine asked.

"No, it's okay, baby. I'll tell you everything after, okay?"

Blaine nodded and stood, stretching his back and hearing it crack with a resounding pop. He gathered his books, slipped on his loafers, and threw his blazer over one of his shoulders. "Later, guys," he called over his shoulder.

Kurt stood from his place on his bed, stretching. He strode to the small, circular mirror hanging on his wall and immediately began to fix his hair that had been disturbed by sleep. Wes still stayed silent, just standing by the corkboard, looking at no picture in particular.

"Well?" Kurt demanded.

Wes jumped. "Oh! Uh, hi, Kurt."

"Hello, Wesley. You stopped by? And oh, so kindly, woke me up from my nap and cuddle session with my boyfriend."

"Oh… um, sorry about that. I told Blaine that I could come later… but, uh, he told me I should stay. So, um, yeah. Sorry."

Kurt merely nodded, signaling that he had nothing to say, and for Wes to continue speaking.

"Listen, Kurt, as I know you already know, I came to apologize. What I said to you wasn't right. It was completely wrong and extremely rude. I tend to get caught up in my ambition, and if that means pushing the group harder than I should, I wind up doing it, and forgetting about the people around me. As for your singing, that I really shouldn't have insulted. Your voice is stunning, and to have a countertenor in the Warblers again, well, that's quite the opportunity. If I didn't use that to my- our advantage, well, then I'd be an idiot. I hope you understand that I didn't mean anything I said about you. I let my anger and desire to win get the better of me. I'm sorry." Wes was looking at Kurt, but the countertenor refused to meet his eyes.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered.

"Uh, you're welcome? What are you thanking me for?" Wes asked, confused.

"I don't hear things like that very often. Most of the time I just have people making fun of me or ignoring me. I'm used to not being noticed. So, thank you, for recognizing me and appreciating me." Kurt's voice was shaky and wavered in places; he sounded broken. Wes wasn't sure of what to say after that, but he tried anyway.

"Kurt, trust me, if you were ignored before, you won't be here. You are one of a kind, and not just your voice. I know the Warblers already love you. I'm proud to say you're one of us." Wes paused. "Apology accepted?"

Kurt finally met Wes' eyes, and his were shining with tears. "Yes," he breathed.

Wes walked over and gave him a big hug, holding him tight, as an official acceptance of Wes's apology.

When they separated, Wes headed to the door, and stopped before he exited. He looked at Kurt knowingly. "Hey, Kurt?" Wes smirked as Kurt acknowledged him with a small noise. "Do you want me to tell me Blaine to come back?"

Kurt smiled shyly, then sighed. "Yeah…" he drawled.

"I'll tell him." Wes winked, then strode out of the room, lightly shutting the door behind him.

Sectionals was fast approaching. Friday afternoon's practice was even more brutal than the day before, but this time, they were excited for the competition the next day, and even more thrilled for the evening to come It was a Warbler tradition, that before every big competition, they bake. They all meet in the North Wing's kitchen, everyone with one baked good recipe, and just bake. When Blaine had come over to Kurt's dorm again, and told this to Kurt - as well as Kurt telling Blaine about Wes's apology - he had squealed in excitement, and said he had just the recipe.

Once practice had finally let out - even later than the day before - and seven o'clock rolled around, all of the Warblers showed up to the kitchen in their street clothes. Kurt, being the practical person he is, had dressed in his "baking clothes" - yes, he has those - or so he called them. They consisted of black skinny jeans that he no longer cared about, a gray, old t-shirt that read "McKinley High School Football", a wife beater underneath, and some gray Vans. He could already tell, knowing the Warblers, that this was going to be messy.

Kurt and Blaine arrived hand in hand - Blaine wearing dark wash, tight jeans and a "Dalton Polo" shirt - and were met with only Wes, James, Nick, and Jeff in the room.

"Hey, guys!" Jeff greeted happily, popping up on the counter next to his boyfriend, and placing his hand on Nick's thigh. "Hi!" Klaine chorused happily. There was a small stack of papers on the counter and Blaine placed his recipe on the top of the pile.

"Kurt, did you forget your recipe?" Wes asked, noting that he was empty handed.

Kurt chuckled lightly. "Oh, no," he said melodiously. "I have mine memorized. It was my mom's." He smiled softly, albeit wistfully.

"Oh, cool!" James exclaimed. "What's it for?"

"Ah, you'll see," Kurt countered before winking and releasing Blaine's hand, - much to the tenor's dismay - and hopping onto the counter next to Jeff.

More Warblers filled in, and after about another five minutes, everyone was there, and there was a neat stack of seventeen recipes on the counter. Blaine counted through them, and not one was the same. "Seventeen," he announced. "That's everyone."

"Hey! There's eighteen of us!" Flint pointed out.

"I know-" Blaine started, but was quickly interrupted by Jesse.

"Forgetting about your boyfriend already, Blainers?"

Blaine frowned. "Never." He stood from where he was leaning on the counter, strode around to where Kurt was still propped up on the table, walked between his legs, and kissed him gently on the lips. Kurt's face lit up. "As I was saying," Blaine began, "I know that Kurt makes eighteen, but he has his recipe memorized, so he doesn't have a sheet. Seventeen." He glared a little at Jesse, but walked back over to the papers that he had abandoned, and straightened them out on the table. "Right, so Kurt, usually, we just spilt up into two groups, and then make all of the recipes twice as fast. Sound good? We usually have captains… kinda like teams."

"Sounds fabulous," Kurt told him with a grin. Then he had a thought. "Well, now that there's eighteen of us, what do you say about three groups? Six, even?"

"Guys?" Blaine addressed the group, looking for their approval. After nods of heads and calls of agreement, Blaine continued, "Okay then, groups of six it is. Who wants to be captain?" Kurt's hand shot up. As did Cameron's and Ethan's. No one else's went up after those three. That was another good thing about the Warblers - they worked famously together, arguments were uncommon. "Alright, Kurt, Cameron, and Ethan are the captains." The three boys strode to the front of the room, in front of where most of the boys were either perched on, leaning against, or standing near the island counter. They stood in front of the kitchen's three ovens, and kept a good distance between each other, in order to allow room for their soon-to-be teams.

"Who's first?" Kurt asked the two other captains. They shot each other unsure glances, and Ethan just decided on himself.

"I guess I'll go first…" He scanned the boys before him, and stopped on his best friend, naturally. "Richard."

"Yeah, buddy!" Richard cheered, and strode to the front, pounding knuckles with his teammate.

The next two picks were just as obvious.

"Jesse," Cameron said.

"Blaine," Kurt called.

The Warblers booed them at their boring picks, and Ethan picked again. "Flint."

All of the names were eventually called.

"Trent."

"Thad."

"Andrew."

"Nick H."

"Niff." Yes, they come in a pair.

"Wevid." So do they.

"John."

"Luke."

"James."

The teams finally played out to be like this:

Team Kurt: Blaine, Nick, Jeff, Thad, and Luke.

Team Cameron: Jesse, Trent, John, James, and Nick H.

Team Ethan: Richard, Wes, David, Andrew, and Flint.

They all separated into three little stations, each with their own oven, stove, and baking supplies. Each person took their own recipe, and they decided to have a big feast after, and not make this a competition - after all, that's what tomorrow was for anyway.

They created recipe after recipe, having several things in each oven at once. The whole room had an aroma of baking treats and Blaine was almost positive that Jesse was drooling looking at his oven that held peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. It was very amusing seeing a bunch of teenage, singing boys bustle about a kitchen, making treat upon treat.

Once Kurt's team had prepared the other five recipes that the boys had brought, they decided it was time to break out Elizabeth Hummel's famous chocolate chip cookie recipe.

Kurt immediately began to give orders to his team about the ingredients to grab. The six boys were scurrying about the kitchen, fetching all of the necessary items, and setting them on the counter. Once everything was laid out before them, Kurt sent them all away.

"Okay, Team Hummel, shoo. This recipe is top secret, so go away. You've only seen most of the ingredients, but I get to put it together. Now leave. This is a Hummel only recipe. Go mingle." Kurt made a shoo signal with his hands.

Four of the boys left right away, but Blaine stayed put, just leaning casually against the counter, his black Converse out in front of him, his strong hands gripping the marble. He had a smirk playing at his lips and his expression read 'I'm-not-gonna-move-so-don't-even-try-to-get-me-to'

"You know I'm not moving, right?" Blaine asked, his smile growing a little wider.

"Not unless I make you. I'm not afraid to tickle you, y'know," Kurt warned.

Blaine just shrugged. "Yeah, I know. I'm still not gonna move. You can try though." Blaine pushed off of the counter and slid over to Kurt, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and whispering in his ear, "Or, you can just let me stay and… help you." Kurt shivered and sighed in defeat.

"Fine," he breathed. "But, please, don't distract me too much." The porcelain boy winked and put his hands over Blaine's, removing them from his stomach. "So, you gonna help me or not?"

"Of course, love," Blaine stated, his voice returning to a normal level.

The boys got to work, mixing this, stirring that, or scooping this. They followed Elizabeth Hummel's recipe, as Kurt read it from his mind, and set out to make the most decadent, delicious chocolate chip cookies anyone had ever tasted. Now, it may seem like a boring type of treat, but the Warblers all searched for the most extravagant recipes they could find - doable ones, of course - while Kurt played it simple. According to one Finn Hudson, these cookies "tasted like God", or so he said when Kurt created them for the first time for his brother.

Although, there were sixteen other bustling Warblers in the room, it felt like it was only Kurt and Blaine there. They were simply basking in each other's presence. They worked patiently together, flouncing around the medium sized area of the kitchen, flirting shamelessly, and sharing little pecks here and there. It was pure bliss for the two, and they relished in every minute of it.

Once the cookies were finally in the oven, Kurt and Blaine were sitting on the counter once again, Kurt gazing in horror at his boyfriend, who was using his fingers to eat the remaining cookie dough out of the bowl. Although, he can't say he wasn't the tiniest bit distracted by the way Blaine was licking his fingers, but still, over all, he was disgusted.

"What?" Blaine asked, noting his boyfriend's stare.

"Eww! You don't know? Look at what you're eating!" Kurt pointed at the bowl.

"Oh, the cookie dough? It's delicious. How could you not want any?" He dipped his finger in the small amount of dough that was still there, and then held it up to Kurt's face.

"No!" Kurt squealed. "Blaine, there's raw eggs in that!"

"So? Just a little won't hurt, I promise."

"No!"

"Fine then. But, Kurty, you're missing out." Kurt rolled his eyes, and Blaine popped his finger in his mouth, licking it clean of dough. Then he said over exaggeratedly, "Mmh… so good."

"Yeah," Kurt scoffed. "All right."

"It's true!" Blaine sang. He then leaned in closer to Kurt. "Here," he said softly. "Let me show you." Then he leaned in, and kissed Kurt right on the corner of the mouth. Kurt could've pulled away, in not wanting to taste the cookie dough, but how could he resist? This was Blaine. Plus, whether he admitted it or not, it tasted good, even though he could barely tell, with such a light kiss. He wanted more, so he tangled his hands in Blaine's gel-free hair and pulled him closer, kissing him for real this time. Blaine immediately granted him access to his mouth so he could taste the cookie dough. Kurt relished in it. It tasted amazing. It could've just been the taste of Blaine, because that was heavenly, or the cookie dough. He thought it was probably a mixture of both. Gaga, this is good, he thought. He was so right.

Blaine pulled apart from Kurt, who whined at the end of the kiss. Blaine looked smug, although there was a smiled playing at his lips.

"Gross, huh?" Blaine asked.

"Disgusting," Kurt joked, and pulled Blaine in for another kiss.

When they broke apart again, it was at the beep of the oven and Kurt scrambled apart from Blaine and picked up the two oven mitts he had set aside earlier. He slipped them on and carefully pulled out the three trays of oven.

"Oh, my God. Kurt, that smells fantastic." Jeff called from the other side of the kitchen.

Kurt chuckled. "Thank you, Jeff. I do believe that this is the last thing we're baking, right?" The Warblers answered and nodded affirmative. "Well boys, now we feast." The cheers were probably heard three floors away.

The Warblers were gathered - standing - around the counter, a glass of milk in front of each of them, and seventeen desserts before them. Jesse's attempt at marble brownies had failed miserably , turning out totally black, burnt, and crispy. Mostly, everything looked edible, and much to the boys' delight, Wes called out, "Dig in boys!" Then there was a scramble. There were eighteen, large, growing, teenage boys digging for food. It was hard to choose, too; there were mini cheesecakes, brownies, several varieties of cookies and cakes, the Hummel cookies, and of course, the Warbler bars.

The Warbler bars were a treat that every boy was required to eat before competition. It was another tradition within the baking night. They consisted of vanilla and chocolate batter, chocolate chips, marshmallows, pecans, M&M's, peanuts, sprinkles - rainbow ones, of course -, and white and dark chocolate drizzle over it all, to top it off.

Everyone, save Kurt, grabbed everything in sight, not really caring what it was, and then shoved it in their mouths. Now, Kurt, being much more health conscious, and nervous about his skin, settled on one Warbler bar, two of his cookies, and a small cheesecake. Blaine looked at his small plate, and then up at his boyfriend like he was out of his mind. "Are you insane?"

Kurt looked confused, and after he swallowed the bite of his cookie, and washed it down with a sip of his skim milk, he answered, "Insane? No, I don't believe so. Why?"

Blaine's eyes widened. "You're like, eating nothing! Come on, Kurt, live a little! Or are you just gonna make me show you again?" He winked, and took another bite of his brownie.

"As much as I'd like to object to that, I don't really think I can resist," Kurt said truthfully, and a little bit seductively. He winked back. Blaine blanched a little, and tried to hide the little goosebumps that appeared on his skin. "You like that, I see. I'll just try to keep that in mind." He ran a hand up and down Blaine's arm, and nonchalantly popped the rest of his cookie in his mouth. "Oh, and Blaine?" He nodded, not trusting his mouth for words. "The whole, 'open mouth' look? Not working for you."

Blaine's jaw snapped shut, and he continued to eat, silently, thinking. Who knew that Kurt could be seductive? Of course, he wasn't objecting, oh no, but he didn't know where this side of Kurt came from. He pushed it off, and turned around, leaning against the counter once again, staring out the window that was across from him and above the sink. Then he saw the bag of flour resting near the sugar canister. That gave him an idea.

Everyone was engrossed in conversation now, with Kurt talking to Jeff about the newest McQueen scarves, so he snuck over and took a small amount of flour in his hand, walked behind Kurt, stealthily, and dumped it on his head, the little white specks flying everywhere, and his hair looking like a powdered wig from the 1700's.

"BLAINE ANDERSON!" Kurt yelled. "You did not just do that!" He wiped some of the flour from his eyes, and glared icily at Blaine.

"Oh, Kurty, I think I did." Kurt nearly growled at his response. He marched over to the bag of flour, picked it up with one hand, walked behind Blaine, and grabbed both of his wrists.

"Okay, Blaine. This is payback." He hoisted the flour above Blaine's head and dumped the entire thing on him. Flour fell into his curls, all over his shirt, and made little peaks on the floor when it reached the ground.

"Okay," Blaine stated, shaking his head so that the flour in his curls flew everywhere, hitting the surrounding Warblers too, who were just watching awestruck or laughing.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay, because this is worse than flour." He yanked his hands away from Kurt, reached behind him on the counter, grabbed two eggs, and cracked them on the top of Kurt's head.

"You bastard! First my skin, and now my hair? Who do you think you are?" Kurt was staring at him furiously, incredulously.

Blaine smirked. "Your boyfriend." He swooped in next to Kurt and leaned in so their lips were just brushing, barely touching.

"Oh, no," Kurt said. "You think you can kiss me now?"

"Mmh.. I know." He leaned in a pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's lips. It was short and soft, but it still left Kurt breathless. When Blaine pulled away, his boyfriend's lips were still slightly parted. He kissed him again, chastely.

"You suck," Kurt breathed.

"You would know!" Cameron interjected. Jesse high fived him on his innuendo. Most of the boys were still eating, but also watching the little ordeal going on.

Kurt rolled his eyes at his friend's comment, but continued talking, "Anyway, I'm going to shower. I can't leave this stuff in my hair any longer. I'll see you guys at the early breakfast tomorrow. This was really fun." Kurt smiled genuinely, and turned to begin walking out of the room.

"You're cookies were fucking amazing!" Flint called after him. "Give me more!" John said.

"Thanks guys," Kurt called, pausing in the doorway. "I'll make more soon." Then, he left the kitchen, tentatively touching his hair, and pulling his hand away quickly, disgusted at the feeling of egg there.

"Blaine, you idiot, go follow him!" Jeff screamed, smacking him on the arm hard.

"What? Why?" Blaine asked, oblivious.

"Ugh. Because, you have to go apologize to him about making a cookie out of him, and then console him, because earlier today he was telling me that he was nervous about his solo. Okay? Now, go!"

Blaine stood stunned. "He's nervous? Why? He's brilliant!"

"I don't know, smart one. Go find out! Oh, and also, I suggest you spend the night with him, not in the dirty way, Blainers, oh no. Trust me, just for first time competition solo jitters. He'll need it."

"Wait, wait, what?" Blaine was still very confused. "Isn't that against the rules? Plus, we're dating. That's definitely against the rules."

Wes spoke up. "I'll cover you when I do room checks later. Prefect perks. Just keep it PG for your neighbor's sakes."

Blaine blinked. "Um, okay. I guess I'll go now… see you later, guys. You better finish all that food!" He joked, and walked out of the room, still very confused. He headed towards his floor, still thinking.

Was Kurt mad at him? He was just kidding around… What if he's mad? Why is he nervous? Why did he tell Jeff, but not him? Should he be nervous about spending the night in the same bed as Kurt as boyfriends? They had done it before, but not when they were together. Would this be different?

His thoughts and questions took him the whole walk to Kurt's room, but he then realized that his boyfriend would probably not allow anyone covered flour into his dorm, so he walked into his own.

He took the shortest, one minute shower, just rinsing off, squirting the tinniest bit of shampoo into his hair, to make sure it was soft. He changed into sweats and a wife beater, and walked next door and sat on Kurt's fluffy down comforter. His head was pressed against the headboard and he looked up at the bare ceiling. He waited for about five minutes, until the water shut off, and he knew he would have to wait at least another fifteen, because of Kurt's moisturizing routine.

So he sat, and waited. While he thought, he was toying with his tank top, and he noticed the big hole on the side of it. Kurt won't approve of that. He peeled off his shirt, but then it dawned on him. Would Kurt think it was weird if he walked into the room to see his boyfriend not wearing a shirt, and sitting on his bed waiting for him, about to comfort him, and spend the night with him? Blaine thought so. Talk about innuendos. Just as he was about to get up off of the bed and get a new shirt, Kurt walked out of his bathroom, wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs.

"Oh, my God! Blaine!" Kurt squeaked and dashed back into the bathroom. Blaine had his mouth open, and was probably gaping like an idiot, but boy, did he not care. Kurt was just shirtless in front of him. Shirtless! And, damn, was he gorgeous. His beautiful pale chest was flat and slightly toned. You could lightly see the dips of his six packs abs. He would've kept staring, but there was now a door in his way. "What are you doing here?" he squealed, voice still at least an octave higher than usual due to embarrassment.

"I can explain if you come out here," Blaine demanded.

"Can I at least get some clothes?" Kurt asked, his voice at a normal level, but muffled because of the walls between them.

"Wouldn't that mean that you would have to come out here anyway?" Blaine knew that Kurt was rolling his eyes, but he emerged anyway, looking as gorgeous as ever. He pulled on a pair of skinny sweatpants - that he refused to let most people know he owned - and grabbed a shirt.

"Wait, don't. Please."

"Don't what? Wait - shirt?" Blaine visibly swallowed and nodded. Kurt smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Oh, okay. I take it you like what you see?"

"Oh, my God, yes." Kurt dropped the shirt and perched himself on the bed next to Blaine.

"Well, you're not too bad yourself, Anderson," Kurt said, running a finger down the middle of Blaine's chest, through the hairs there, in the middle of the dip of his abs, and stopped right before his bellybutton, looking at the trail of hair that led into his sweats.

"Mmh, I try. But you, oh, my God, Kurt, you are stunning. Oh, my god," Blaine gushed. He swooped in for a searing kiss, immediately plunging his tongue in Kurt's mouth, not holding back on the moan he made into Kurt's mouth. He was surprised Kurt didn't pull away; and even more surprised when he made a similar sound. They pulled apart, breathing heavily, before Blaine leaned in again, pressing tiny kisses to Kurt's jaw, then moving to his neck, and kissing it there, sucking and nipping there, then blowing air on the soft skin, until the skin was purpled, and there was a small bruise. He moved down to his collarbone, kissing everywhere, moving down the expanse of his milky, alabaster skin. "You are so beautiful, Kurt. So beautiful. Mmh."

Kurt just hummed in response, whispering Blaine's name. Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's chest, then found his chin, and lifted it, so he could kiss him again. They kissed again, and again, and again. Once they finally separated, Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips, "I love you." Kurt's breath hitched. He took a deep breath before answering, "I love you, too, Blaine." They settled next to each other, fingers interlaced, and they stayed silent. "…Do you mean it?"

Blaine looked shocked. "Oh, God, Kurt, yes. Yes. Yes. So much. I love you. I love you," he chanted. Kurt buried his face in Blaine's chest.

"I-I… I never really thought I'd hear that from anyone… well, like, as a boyfriend, y'know 'significant other'. Can you say it again?" He looked up into Blaine's hazel eyes. Kurt's eyes were brimming with tears, and when they fell, Blaine gently wiped them away with his thumb. He kissed Kurt's cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you, too. Thank you for loving me, Blaine."

Blaine grinned cheekily. "What can I say? You're irresistible!"

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