Oh my god finals. I hate finals. I like cakes, though. And so does Blaine!
The Cheesecake Debacle
The kitchen is a disaster. The KitchenAid is whirling loudly, around it a rug of flour. There is a piece of an egg shell on the floor, a drop of an egg white next to it. The counter is a mess of several things; biscuit crumbs, cream cheese, and bowl with thick, white mush in it. The oven is on, although it's empty.
In the middle of it all, stands Blaine like a deer in headlights, wearing an apron, no gel and a terrified expression.
"Hi?" tries Kurt.
Blaine gulps and starts rambling. "I'm so sorry about the kitchen I was studying for my final the whole day and then I remembered just an hour ago about our anniversary I mean not that it's not important to me of course it is I was just studying for so long I forgot what day it is so I wanted to make you cheesecake and I ordered flowers but they won't be here until seven and I messed up the cheesecake because I didn't have time and I don't even know how to make cheesecake but the guy in the video made it look so easy so I tried and I messed it all up and I'm so sorry, Kurt," he finishes, panting slightly.
Kurt smiles carefully. "Baby. It's okay." He steps closer, right into a paddle of flour, and kisses Blaine softly. "Thank you. It's the thought that counts." He unties Blaine's apron and slips it off. "Go shower. I'll clean. We have dinner reservations at eight. Then we'll come back and make a new cheesecake together. And we'll have glorious anniversary sex, and then we'll watch The Avengers until we fall asleep. Deal?"
Blaine nods and falls into Kurt's hug, careful to keep his dirty hands away. "I'm so glad I'm marrying you."
"I'm glad I'm marrying you, too, B," Kurt says with a kiss to Blaine's messy hair. "But you really have to learn how to make a cheesecake."
Blaine chuckles. "Okay, but only if you teach me. I don't think I trust guys on YouTube anymore."