As Blaine ascended the stairs to the loft, his stomach grumbled. He had skipped lunch to work on a paper and it was nearing dinner time, so he was starving. He unlocked the door and threw it open, but came in to an unpleasant surprise. He wrinkled his nose at a foul smell. Kurt was stirring something on the stove. "Kurt, why does our apartment smell like an old fish?" Blaine asked.
"Because I'm making a healthy dinner tonight," Kurt replied, not looking away from whatever he was stirring.
"So health food smells like low tide?" Blaine asked.
Kurt sighed. "I'm making salmon, rice, and green beans. We need to stay in shape, Blaine. NYADA is a tough school, and a lot of it is about image. I just think we could be eating a little healthier," Kurt said.
"Um, I'm okay with eating healthy, because I admit I've been eating a lot of French fries lately, but fish has never really been my thing," Blaine said.
"Well I'm making it your thing," Kurt said, taking the tray of salmon out of the oven. "I used to make this for my dad. He never liked fish either, but now he says it's one of his favorites. Here, just smell it," Kurt said. He waved the scalding tray in front of Blaine's face.
"Get the hot tray of stink away from me," Blaine said, laughing. "I'll try it, but I'm not going to stick my face in it," he said. He went back to the bedroom to change into something comfy, and by the time he came out to the kitchen, Kurt had dished up the dinner. "It looks really good," Blaine said.
Kurt could tell he was still reluctant. "Just try it," he said. Kurt watched as Blaine took a tiny bite of the fish, and then smiled.
"Kurt, this is delicious!" Blaine said.
"See, even though it smells funny, it's still good," Kurt said. They finished their dinner, both glad that they were on their way to a healthier lifestyle.