"Did I ever tell you about the first time the Glee Club had a bake sale?" Kurt asked Blaine.
Blaine was busy trying to figure out how to preheat the new oven that his parents had just bought so that he and Kurt could bake cookies for the New Directions' bake sale. It beeped loudly, as if mocking Blaine. "Shut up!" he yelled. He then turned to Kurt. "Not you. Go on, tell me."
"Puck put pot in them. We made a ton of money, but it turned out he was trying to get it for Quinn and the baby that was actually his, not Finn's," Kurt explained.
"And so continues the Real Housewives of McKinley High School," Blaine said, laughing. The oven beeped happily, the screen reading 350. "Okay, I think I got it. We can get started," Blaine said. He sifted through a drawer and pulled out a tattered index card with his grandmother's cookie recipe on it. "Okay, we need flour, sugar, butter, eggs, oatmeal, and chocolate chips. Can you get that stuff?" Blaine asked.
Kurt searched the cupboards for what Blaine wanted and plopped everything on the counter a few minutes later.
"I'll melt the butter, can you mix the flour and sugar?" Blaine asked.
Kurt went to work with the flour and sugar. Soon enough, they had a big bowl of batter. Kurt dug for a spoon and scooped up a big blob and popped it into his mouth.
"What are you doing? We need that! And you're going to get sick!" Blaine yelled.
"If I die, I'll die happy," Kurt said. "And it's just one spoonful! Have one!" He scooped up another blob of batter and fed it to Blaine. It took only ten minutes for them to devour the whole bowl of batter together.
"Kurt, I think we have a problem," a very defeated Blaine said as he drooped, completely full, across the kitchen table.
"Is it our addiction to cookie batter?" Kurt asked.
"Sort of. We have no batter to make cookies," Blaine said. Kurt groaned.
"I'll get my keys so we can buy more ingredients," he said.
"Instant mix this time. It's less work and not as edible," Blaine said. He followed Kurt slowly up the stairs and to his room, where they accidentally fell asleep, happy with their full bellies.