A/N: There's a long week of tests ahead, and I apologise if we don't get many fics out :D

Blaine smiled as he peered into the kitchen, spotting Kurt leaning over a cookbook on the counter. His hair was falling into his face, an apron tied around his waist and flour smeared across one cheek. He was muttering to himself, and Blaine crept closer to listen.

"Whatcha doing?" Blaine asked, smiling as Kurt whirled around, trying to hide the cookbook behind him.

"Nothing! Why?" Kurt practically squeaked. Blaine raised an eyebrow, stepping closer.

"You have something..." he said softly, wiping the flour off Kurt's face. Kurt leant into his hand with a sigh.

"You're not supposed to be home yet." He accused.

Blaine shrugged, pulling Kurt into his arms properly and nuzzling into his neck.

"I got an early mark."

Kurt relaxed into his arms and Blaine swayed them slightly.

Tensing suddenly, Kurt whirled around, hurrying Blaine out of his way as he swore under his breath, pulling something out of the oven.

"It's your fault if its burnt." Kurt told him over his shoulder, carefully placing the cake tin on the cooling tray.

Blaine sniffed the air appreciatively.

"It doesn't smell burnt." He grinned.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, thrusting his hands into a sinkful of soapy water and starting to wash up noisily.

"Well it does!" Blaine said defensively.

Kurt focused on his washing up, ignoring him. Blaine hugged him around the waist.

"Is it chocolate?" he asked, kissing his cheek.

"Of course." Kurt replied, sticking his tongue out at Blaine. "And I even put chocolate chips in it for you."

Blaine grinned, snuggling further into his back.

"When can we eat it?" he asked eagerly.

Kurt pulled the plug, spinning in his arms and leaning back against the sink.

"For dessert. It has to cool first, then I have to ice and decorate it-"

"With more chocolate?" Blaine asked, eyes wide.

"Yes." Kurt grinned. "But you have to eat dinner first, because if I let you eat cake first then you won't eat any real food."

Blaine pouted, and Kurt leant down to kiss it away.

"What if I let you have the icing bowl when I finish?" Kurt offered as he pulled free.

Blaine grinned, following him across the kitchen happily.

"But I'm only letting you because it's a special occasion." Kurt warned him, sifting icing sugar into a bowl.

Blaine hugged him again, resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder and intently watching as Kurt made the icing, measuring cocoa, milk and butter into the bowl.

He grinned happily. "I wish it was my birthday every day."

A/N: Klaine is lovely and sweet. Just a reminder - none of the long fics (Angst, Mpreg, and like, four of the others we have) are going to get uploaded until after the 25th.