Blaine sat at the Hudson-Hummel's kitchen table with his computer in front of him, trying to finish some of his paperwork for college. He only looked up when there was some kind of suspicious crashing coming from around the stove. Blaine looked up when Kurt dropped an empty saucepan on the floor with a loud clatter.
Kurt groaned. "This is impossible," he said.
Blaine laughed. "Clearly that saucepan has no faith in you. It's trying to run away." Blaine laughed a little too hard at his own joke.
"Not funny," Kurt said, glowering at Blaine. "I wanted to make you homemade ravioli because I know it's your favorite food," Kurt complained.
"And I told you, I would be just fine with frozen ravioli and sauce from a jar," Blaine said. He shut his computer and studied the countertop. It looked like a warzone: mushy pasta stuck to the counter from an earlier spill, ricotta smeared on the sides of several bowls, and a sauce splatter all over the stove dials. "Kurt, you're one of the best cooks I know. Accept this one defeat," Blaine pleaded. He was nervous for Kurt's safety at this point.
"No! I'm going to make it if it kills me!" Kurt said.
Blaine got up and peered into a pot. He looked at Kurt with a wary expression. "Whatever's in there just might…"
Kurt groaned. "Will you help me clean up?" he asked Blaine.
Blaine smiled. "Is this your surrender?" he asked.
Kurt picked up a white dishrag and waved it in the air in defeat. "Yes," he said.
Blaine leaned in and hugged him. "Of course I'll help you clean up. And I'll treat for dinner at Breadstix tonight," Blaine said. It took them several hours to clean the kitchen, but once they were done, they enjoyed a lovely dinner out together.