Kurt and Blaine walked sleepily down the stairs and into Blaine's kitchen. "I don't know how I'm even awake right now," Kurt said. They had spent the previous evening at the cast party for the spring play at McKinley. It had gone until about two and the morning, and, naturally, Kurt and Blaine did not go to bed until almost six. It was now nearing one in the afternoon, and they did have things to accomplish today. Kurt went for the cupboards to start making them breakfast.
"Sit. I'll make it," Blaine said.
Kurt tried to suppress a laugh, but it came out anyways.
"What, may I ask, is so funny?" Blaine asked.
"I hate to break it to you, but you can't cook," Kurt said.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "I'll have you know that I make one kick-ass breakfast sandwich, thank you very much," Blaine said. He grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster before starting to scramble some eggs. Five minutes later, the eggs were done and Blaine went to get the toast out of the toaster. He popped the lever up and frowned, feeling that the toast was still bone cold. "I think the toaster's broken," he said.
Kurt walked over to the toaster and started laughing.
"Why is that funny?" Blaine asked.
Kurt picked up the cord from the toaster that wasn't plugged into the wall.
Blaine laughed. "I'm passing the torch. You can finish breakfast," Blaine said. He plopped down at the table.
Kurt kissed him on the head. "It was a noble try," Kurt said. They ate their breakfast and got on with their day, but Kurt never let Blaine forget about the unplugged toaster.