"Gentlemen," the chef himself came to greet them and briefly apologized for the lack of a maître d' or usual wait staff because the restaurant wasn't open officially, "please follow me."

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, "how are we going to… they don't actually have a brunch menu, do they?"

"Well no," Blaine shrugged, "but Antoine here likes a challenge."

"That I do," the chef laughed, "all you need to do is tell me what you'd like and I'll work my magic. As long as it doesn't require me going hunting, I think my staff and I will manage."

Kurt was still more than a little overwhelmed, unused to the amount of attention or special treatment. Blaine noticed his discomfort and reached for Kurt's hand.

"It's not like I'm imposing," he smiled reassuringly, "Antoine's tried to get me to come in to test his new creations on me for quite a while, but I never had the time, or the need to impress someone."

"Again," Kurt finally managed a relieved smile, "consider me suitably impressed."

"Now, I'll leave you two to think about what you'd like," Antoine excused himself, "I'll be back in a moment."

Kurt watched the chef disappear through the kitchen door and sighed as he turned back to Blaine.

"This is too much pressure," he grumbled, "How am I supposed to just come up with something on the spot?"

"Do you have a favorite dish?" Blaine smiled softly, "Or something you liked when you were a child? You can think of something you've good memories of and see if Antoine can recreate it."

Kurt frowned as he thought back to special meals he had particularly fond memories of, but because he was trying so much, nothing came to mind.

"Don't try so hard," Blaine reached for Kurt's hand across the table, "we can just ask for drinks for now and talk. I'm sure your stomach will give you ideas soon."

"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed just as Blaine finished speaking, "I've got an idea."

"Good, let me call Antoine back," Blaine stood up and headed for the kitchen.

When the chef reached them, Kurt was ready to explain what he was suddenly in the mood for and once he finished talking, he caught Blaine just staring at him in awe.

"What?"

"Just… you. That must've been some good memory that you remembered."

"It was…" Kurt began cautiously, "Why?"

"You completely lit up talking just now," Blaine was smiling brightly, "It makes me want to create memories for you that will do the same."

Blushing, Kurt reached for Blaine's hand and tangled their fingers.

"You already did," he whispered with a smile.

They both stayed silent until Antoine reappeared with their plates and Kurt was staring at his plate, suddenly overwhelmed with flashbacks from his childhood.

"I take it I've not done a hack job of it then?" Antoine smiled at Kurt's mesmerized face, "Have a taste first, just to be sure."

Kurt lifted a fork cautiously and cut off a piece of the pancake on the side, still in shock how much the food looked like what he remembered. He dipped it into the sauce on the side of the plate and practically moaned when the bite reached his taste buds.

"Perfect," he managed so say once he finished chewing and swallowed, "I'd almost think you called my Dad for the recipe. But then, he wouldn't have it, since it was my Mom's and he never managed to make it just so."

"I'm glad I did then," Antoine smiled fondly, "Enjoy, gentlemen and call out if you need anything."

He walked off towards the kitchen again and Kurt looked across the table at Blaine.

"What?" he frowned as he saw Blaine's surprised face.

"You and … that moan…" Blaine's cheeks reddened, "Never mind. I'm sorry. My thoughts are all kinds of inappropriate right now."

"Care to share?" Kurt smirked in a tone that was so flirty that it caught him off guard too.