It was a nice distraction, Blaine thought a he helped Kurt set out the beginnings of what would be a highly complex cooking session, a nice distraction from that aching feeling he got in his chest every time he thought about the fact he could not sink into that blissful oblivion that his codeine gave him. The minute this thought entered his head he put all his energy into shifting his thoughts elsewhere, anywhere but that gaping hole the absence of his pills had left in his chest. He thought of how interestingly the egg in he's hand cracked like ice, leaking out the gooey substance within.

Once his thoughts had been torn away from dangerous matters, he turned to Kurt who was mixing together some type of spice sauce to soak the chicken in. he wanted to hug Kurt at that moment, he wanted to hug Kurt every moment, but it seemed there was always some reason he wasn't able too. The fact that both of their hands were either covered in spice or egg made Blaine chuckle at the thought of what Kurt would do if he went over and hugged him right then.

Kurt looked over at him suspiciously and said "what's so funny?"

Blaine grinned. He looked over at Kurt again with an evil determinacy, dipped his finger in to the chocolate eggie-gooey batter he had been making, and spread it onto Kurt's nose with a little tap. There was a moment where he thought Kurt was going to smack him, but then Kurt had reached for the batter coated spoon in Blaine's bowl and wacked in lightly onto Blaine's cheek, right next to his mouth. Blaine closed his eyes instinctively, and when he opened them he found Kurt grinning so widely his front teeth were fully visible. Then Kurt's face stiffened slightly, he looked as though he was stealing himself. It was that same look he had before kissing Blaine the first time, and suddenly Blaine knew what Kurt wanted to do. Wanting to save Kurt from what he knew would be an incredibly nerve wrecking move, Blaine hurried towards Kurt and licked the chocolaty batter of Kurt's nose, slowly making his way down to his lips. Kurt, who was only momentarily surprised at Blaine's action, starting lapping up the batter from Blaine cheek and lips in such a seductively slow fashion that Blaine felt his pants become uncomfortably tight. After he had seemed satisfied that all the batter had been removed from Blaine's face, Kurt settles for kissing Blaine slowly with a feeling of loving comfort.

A loud cough echoed from the doorway to the kitchen and both boys jumped about a mile apart. Kurt spun around to find his father in the doorway looking pale and shocked. Kurt groaned and buried his face in his hands. He had not told his father that he and Blaine were more than just friends. Sure, Burt had given him suspicious glances during the frequent occurrence the Kurt had talked about Blaine, but he had never actually told his father. Kurt was more anxious for Blaine than he was for himself. Blaine had been through so much, had been treated like something rancid by his friends and family, hated himself to the point of drug abuse, and he didn't want his own fathers fury to add onto that Burdon.

Blaine seemed to pop out of his bubble of humiliation first. His face still furiously red, he straightened up and walked towards Burt and held out his hand. "Hello, sir. I'm Blaine." He said with the most charming smile Kurt had ever seen that almost completely hid his utter humiliation.

Burt scrutinized the boy for a few moments. Though he shook the boys hand straight away in an attempt to avoid being rude, he still wasn't quite sure how he felt about walking in on his son making out with a boy that Kurt had said was only a friend. He felt quite happy when he came to the conclusion that it was not the fact that Kurt had been kissing a boy that had bothered him, but the fact that he had been kissing at all. His boy, his son, the boy who had spent hours setting up play dough tea parties and stumbling around in his mother's high heels, was making out with a boy in his kitchen. It was a concept Burt found hard to wrap his head around.

Blaine and Kurt were staring at him nervously, as if expecting him to lunge and attack at any moment. Burt chuckled vindictively, and this seemed to frighten the boys even more. Burt shook his head slowly and clapped his hand onto Kurt's shoulder. "it's ok kid, just try not do that in such a public place next time, eh?" he turned to Blaine who was standing straight and looking polite, though still with bright red cheeks. "Nice to meet you, Blaine. I hope for your sake you're not playin' with my kid's heart." Burt said as he left the room to go watch the game and think about how old he was getting, and how Kurt seemed to be growing up far too fast for his liking.

The boys turned and looked at each other, and to Blaine's slight surprise, Kurt rushed towards him and gave him one final searing kiss before returning to his spice mixing.

After about 30 minutes of mixing, kneading, stirring, nervous glances at the doorway and hurried kissed, Blaine found himself helping Kurt prepare the raw, spice soaked chicken.

"Blaine, do you mind heading to the pantry to get the unopened flour?"

Casually, Blaine headed over to the pantry which, when opened, began at the floor and composed of shelves that ran up about 6 feet. As Blaine searched through the mingled items inside, his peripheral vision captured a small medicine rack hanging inside the pantry door. His head whipped around to find itself face to face with a 3 foot rack of pill bottles. As if he had been destined to find it all along, as if it had been looking for him, the small bottle reading codeine seemed to abolish every other though in Blaine's mind. His entire body seemed to inflate, and the horrible longing he had been fighting for over a week took over every cell in his body until he felt tears prickling in his eyes and his body begin to shiver violently. Blaine stared at the bottle, and all of a sudden a million plans made their way into his head. Plans where he would steal the bottle, slip it into his pocket, and nobody would ever know. Plans where he would sneak back after dinner to take it because then it would be less suspicious. All these plans shattered however when he felt warm arms wrap around his waist and soft lips upon his neck.

Kurt tried to see what Blaine was staring at, and seeing that it was his father medicine rack made his stomach drop. He fallowed Blaine's gaze which led him to a small white capped orange bottle that read codeine. Almost instinctively Kurt wrenched Blaine from out of the pantry and slammed the door shut with a loud bang, causing the pill bottles on the other side to rattle. Kurt put his hands on either side of Blaine's shoulders and faced him, staring him right in the eyes. Kurt was looking for any sign of emotion from Blaine, and saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes, his hands shaking furiously, looking blank.

"Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt said firmly, trying to hide the mounting worry in his voice.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Blaine said, but made no effort to move.

Kurt started; he grabbed one of Blaine's trembling hands and rushed him to the bathroom.

Kurt couldn't handle being in the bathroom as Blaine threw up, but once he heard the toilet flush he ran into the bathroom to comfort Blaine.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I- I'm being stupid, overreacting I just…"

"Blaine you're babbling." Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's cheek and looked at him with compassion in his eyes. "It's okay. There is no need to apologize."

Blaine stared, and then with a look that told Kurt that what Blaine was about to say took every single ounce of his will power, Blaine said "Kurt, I don't trust myself. I just know that I will convince myself to somehow steal that bottle. I need to tell you now before I start convincing myself to do that because I hate the thought of stealing from your family and lying to you and I just, I just don't trust myself to keep my hands off of those pills, I just don't."

Kurt wasn't quite sure what to think. This was brand new territory for him, and he had absolutely no idea what to do. Kurt had no idea what Blaine meant, didn't understand why he couldn't just leave the pills alone and trust himself, but he also knew that just because he didn't understand it, didn't mean it wasn't real. He wanted to help Blaine, but he would feel awfully foolish if he got the pill bottle and hid it somewhere, but then again he didn't want Blaine to feel uncomfortable. Hoping beyond hope he was doing the right thing he said, "It's ok Blaine, I'll make sure you don't take them, let's just get back to work and try and think about other things ok?"

Blaine nodded weakly and fallowed Kurt out of the bathroom into the kitchen.