Blaine was sitting at his desk in his room, diligently working on his homework.
Kurt was home from NYADA for the weekend, but he had left Blaine alone to get some of his end-of-senior-year work done.
His phone lit up, getting a call from Kurt. Blaine laughed and picked it up. "You know that I can't get anything done while I'm talking to you," Blaine said.
Kurt laughed on the other end. "I know. But I wanted to know if you wanted to bring your stuff to my house. We could get a pizza," Kurt said.
"Aren't Carole and Burt cooking you dinner for your weekend home?" Blaine asked.
"They had to take my grandma to the hospital for some procedure and I guess it lasted longer than they thought. And they cooked for me yesterday," Kurt explained.
"I guess I could come over," Blaine said. He had already packed everything away and was on his way downstairs.
"Okay." Kurt sounded sad.
"What's the matter?" Blaine asked.
"All I eat in New York is fast food and pizza. I was kind of looking for something better," he said.
Blaine got an idea. "Give me a few extra minutes," Blaine said.
Kurt agreed and hung up.
Blaine quickly cooked some spaghetti noodles and decided to grab a jar of sauce and some bread on the way to Kurt's house.
Once he showed up at Kurt's door, Kurt saw his beloved fiancée walking towards him with containers and bags of food, and it was a wonderful sight. "You didn't have to cook for me!" Kurt exclaimed, leading Blaine into the house.
"I wanted to. You don't deserve fast food or takeout on your weekend with me," Blaine said.
Kurt leaned in and kissed him. "Thank you," he said.
Blaine buttered the bread and put it in the oven, and Kurt heated the sauce and after adding half a bag of frozen meatballs from Kurt's freezer, they had a lovely meal together.