"Can I cook you dinner tonight?" Kurt asked Blaine as they were strolling through a local farmers market.
"Um, sure," Blaine responded. He was genuinely surprised by the very sweet gesture. He knew Kurt was an amazing cook; he had just never cooked for him before.
"Well I know you love Italian food so I think I'll make you pasta and homemade bread," Kurt said. Blaine's mouth began watering at the thought. Kurt walked over to a table and picked out a few tomatoes and some herbs. He then made his way over to another table where they had garlic. Kurt picked up a rather small clove, sniffed it, wrinkled his nose, and placed it back on the table. "It smells too strong. It's too ripe," he said. Blaine nodded. He then held it in front of Blaine's face. Blaine too wrinkled his nose at the strong stench of the garlic. Once Kurt had found the perfect clove of garlic, he walked over to a stand with all types of homemade pasta. Kurt picked out little bowties and then found some cheese. Once he had paid for everything, they got into Kurt's car and drove home, ready for the delicious dinner.