Blaine loved that Kurt was teaching him how to cook. Now that they were living together and Kurt was always involved in things in NYADA, it was about time. Pasta from a box was, apparently, the first step.
Kurt had a huge audition and Blaine wanted him to come home to a nice dinner. He had just put the pasta in the colander and the sauce was starting to simmer on the stove. He picked up the pasta to dish it up, when Kurt threw open the door to the loft. Blaine jumped and dropped the colander on the floor, sending the pasta everywhere.
"Guess what?" Kurt asked, a big, goofy grin plastered on his face. He threw his bag onto the floor and flung his arms around Blaine.
"I'm going to guess it's a good thing?" Blaine asked, laughing.
"I got called back! The director loved me and said to come back tomorrow and sing and read for him again!" Kurt was now jumping all over the kitchen, grinding the pasta into the tile, but he didn't even notice.
"Kurt! That's amazing! I'm going to watch you rocket to stardom!" Blaine yelled happily.
"Why is there pasta on the floor?" Kurt asked, finally looking around.
"Because I was making dinner," Blaine replied.
Kurt laughed. "Okay, cooking lesson number two: After pasta, comes clean-up," he said. He grabbed a garbage bag and helped Blaine pick all of the pasta up.
"You know what? Let's go out for dinner. We need to celebrate. We'll take the subway and go into Times Square," Blaine said.
"Not until after lesson number three: making leftovers. That sauce is too good to waste," Kurt said.
Blaine laughed and after their little lesson, they enjoyed a nice night together out on the town.