Blaine yawned and descended the stairs onto the first floor of the Hummel household. He and Kurt had split a bottle of wine they had snuck from Burt's liquor stash the night before while watching "Lawrence of Arabia", so Kurt didn't let Blaine drive home the night before.
Burt and Carole had gone out of town for the day and the boys had the house to themselves.
Blaine could tell he was a tiny bit hung over, but he was summoned down the stairs by a delicious smell. He heard commotion from the kitchen, and found Kurt standing at the counter, chopping readily at some potatoes.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Kurt said happily.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked groggily.
"Making you a hang over breakfast. Clearly I can hold my alcohol better than you, since you knocked out for 12 straight hours, so I decided you might want something to eat when you rose from the dead."
"Oh, so that pounding is in my head?" Blaine asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Unfortunately, yes. Sit, darling." Kurt pulled a chair out for Blaine to sit in. He then went back to work, putting the chopped up potatoes into a pan and adding a little salt and pepper. He then pulled out another pan and scrambled two eggs.
Blaine watched in amazement as his boyfriend cooked up the most delicious-looking breakfast he had ever seen.
Kurt finished by cutting up and washing some strawberries. He then set two plates beautifully and they sat down to eat.
Blaine's plate was almost empty before he could speak. "Kurt, this is incredible!" he said.
"Thank you," Kurt replied.
"I know how much you love to cook, and you're amazing," Blaine said sincerely. Kurt leaned over and kissed him. He wanted to cook for Blaine forever.