AN: So, Supergirl102 I hope this satisfy your want for a drabble based on the last line of drabble 362!
Prompt: Barney Stinson - "We are not laughing about this. This is not gonna be some funny story that we're gonna be telling in a couple of months." - 'How I Met Your Mother'
The recipe hadn't looked that hard on paper but Blaine was beginning to think he was in over his head on this one. However, he had wanted to cook something special to celebrate Kurt's first lead in a Broadway musical. Glancing up from the directions he glance over at the stove, realizing that the brocolli had been boiling for more than enough time. Quickly he went to reach for the pot and in his hurry missed the coated part, his skin touching hot metal.
With a curse, Blaine placed the pot on the counter and hurried for the sink. Turning on the cold water, he stuck his hand under the cool stream.
"Honey, is everything okay?" Kurt called from the living room.
"Just fine. Don't worry about a thing," he called back, letting the cold water take the sting out of his hand.
He was drying his hand off with a dish towel when the smell of something burning caught his attention. Glancing toward the stove he saw that the water had boiled completely away in the pasta, which was now burning. Grabbing a pot holder this time Blaine hurried to remove the ruined noodles from the stove as the smoke detector started blaring.
"I got it! No worries," Blaine called out, before either Kurt or Finn could ask what was going on.
Blaine grabbed the step stool from the corner in order to reach the smoke alarm. In the mist of the noise he didn't hear the timer for the oven go off. After silencing the smoke alarm, Blaine returned to the dinner preparations. He'd have to put another batch of noodles on and the chicken still needed to be cooked.
"How does Kurt make these recipes look so easy," Blaine muttered as he resumed preparations.
Forty minutes later the dish was finished. Although the broccoli was mushy, the mashed potatos lumpy and the sauce on the chicken fettuccine hadn't thickened like it should have Blaine was hoping the meal would taste okay. He had tried his best and it was the thought that counted after all.
It was then that he remembered the pie in the oven. Rushing toward the oven he pulled open the door only to have black smoke billow out. Blaine waved his hand in front of him as he started coughing, and then hurried for the small window, pushing it open.
~So much for dessert,~ he thought ruefully even as Kurt and Finn came into the room.
"Is something. . . oh my God," Kurt said.
"I forgot about the pie," Blaine replied even as the fire alarm for the building went off. Blaine groaned. Someone had probably seen the smoke coming out of the window and pulled the alarm. He was mortified and he still had to face the firemen who showed up and explain things.
"I think we're eating out tonight," Finn commented, as he dropped the blackened pie into the sink as Kurt turned off the oven.