Cooking classes are on the list of subjects lazy high school boys take either because it's easy to get good grades or to please their mothers, and because Kurt doesn't know about Blaine's family (another thought that scares him – how little he actually knows about Blaine) he's pretty sure he's in Kurt's class because of the former reason.

Anyhow, it just so happens they've been paired together to make buttermilk pancakes.

“You're getting flour everywhere,” Kurt hisses as he bats Blaine's fingers away from the messy counter.

“Well, you won't let me touch anything else--”

“Duh! You cracked the egg wrong and now we have shells in the batter!”

Blaine rolls his eyes, spinning around and leaning against the counter in obvious defiance. “Fine. Make 'em yourself.”

“Watch me.”

Kurt stirs the batter in furious silence. He's mostly angry at himself and snapping at Blaine seems to be the only way to cover it. He's determined to show the world just how he much he dislikes Blaine, especially after the knowing glances his friends have been throwing him lately. That, and the growing bulk of jealousy inside his stomach, caused by the many winks Blaine likes to direct towards Sam.

“How is it going with Sam?” he asks cautiously.

Blaine slowly twirls a loose thread from his cardigan around his finger. “What do you mean?”

“Does he remember, is he confused, are you two dating, just – what's been going on?”

“He remembers some of it,” Blaine says, resigned. “But apparently Puck and Finn have clued him in on some of the events.” He seems to remember who he's talking to because his voice quickly drops an octave and he adds a smooth undertone to his words. “Well, he hasn't given up on me yet – at least that's what I'm deducing from our secret bathroom meetings.”

“Ha. Ha.” Kurt slides a big spoon into the bowl and scoops some of the batter into the frying pan. “Mind taking over the pan?”

“Sure.” Blaine steps around Kurt and grabs a spatula. “So when do you think we'll be ready to talk about... us?”

Kurt almost drops the spoon. “What?”

“I know I said I didn't want to put a label on us, but this is kind of scaring me.”

Kurt sneaks a glance at Blaine's face. His brow is furrowed and those brown eyes staring into the pan are laced with sadness. “Is this” -- Kurt lowers his voice and makes a vague gesture between them – ”bothering you?”

“No. Yes. I don't know.” Blaine sighs and flips the pancake, though he did it a little too early and some of it splatters over the side. “What happened at the after-party... surprised me.”

Kurt can't help but smirk. “What, that I can be harsh and unforgiving?”

Blaine gives him a long, hard look. “Yeah.” He sighs again and returns to the ruined pancake.

“Well, I don't know what we could possibly talk about,” Kurt says. “Other than the fact that despite our mutual hatred for one another we can't seem to stop our... instincts.”

“That about sums it up.”

“So what do we do?”

Blaine's shoulders slump and he unenthusiastically turns the pancake. “Maybe we should get to know each other, I mean we should at least become friends if this” – he mimics Kurt's ridiculous gesture – “should continue.”

“You're suggesting we hang out?”

“Sure.”

Kurt smiles to himself and spoons more batter into the pan. “Tell you what, if you manage to not screw up the next three pancakes, you got a deal.”

Blaine grins. “Challenge accepted.”

And as it turns out, Blaine isn't that bad a cook after all.

-~-

“So where's your dad?”

“Out of town. Congress meeting.” Kurt is sitting cross-legged on the floor of his own room, watching Blaine stroll past the many shelves filled with books and clothes and memories.

“Who's that picture of?” Blaine asks, taking a small framed photo into his hands.

“My mom.”

“Who's that picture of?”

“My stepmom, is this what you meant by getting to know each other? Asking random questions?”

“Yup, who's that picture of?”

“You know Finn.”

“That's Finn?” Blaine squeaks with amusement and Kurt can't help but smile.

“It's from his toddler years, the haircut is ridiculous but I've grown fond of the way he scowls at it whenever he's in my room.”

“Oh, well,” Blaine spins to face Kurt and he does his little suave voice bit. “What do you two do when he's in your room?”

“Blaine!”

“Right... sorry.” He puts the picture back and joins Kurt on the floor. “See, isn't this better? Not being at each other's throats all the time?”

Kurt shrugs. “As long as we're not licking each other's throats – that's the part I'm more worried about.”

Blaine nods thoughtfully. “And what are your instincts telling you?”

“Nothing. They're just as confused as I am.”

“Maybe we're just not feeling anything because we're not fighting anymore.”

Kurt scrunches up his forehead, letting this thought run through his mind. Blaine's the kind of guy who smokes in your living room and gets you into trouble with your dad, he's the kind of guy who rearranges your stuff without asking, who kicks your cat and doesn't apologize, yet Kurt finds this irritating side to him kind of attractive.

“Do you want to haaaave...” Blaine drags out the word and looks at the ground, “...one last time to get it out of our system?”

“Ew! Gross!” Kurt throws a nearby magazine at him and Blaine laughs. “Is everything always about sex with you?”

“I'm just saying. To see if the spark is still there.”

Kurt ponders this, but he's suddenly very aware of Blaine's slow breathing and how he's slowly inching closer, muscles working smoothly as he goes down on all fours, crawling seductively...

“One last time?” he whispers hoarsely.

Blaine smiles knowingly. “One last time.”

And in a somewhat synchronized and business-like manner they get up off the floor and sit on the bed, unbuttoning their shirts and unbuckling belts. “Can I lead this time?” Blaine asks casually.

“Define lead.”

“Just.... I'll show you.” He reaches over and circles one arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him down beside him on the bedspread. He kisses Kurt deeply, first the mouth, then jaw, then a small trail of kisses down his exposed chest. Kurt just relaxes into the sheets and lets Blaine's mouth guide him. Soon he's lying underneath Blaine, still enjoying the showers of kisses, now growing rougher and more needy. His fingers clench around the sheets and his head falls back as Blaine undoes the zipper.

Blaine wastes no time, dragging his tongue over Kurt's cock, pulling down his pants and massaging his thighs and spreading them just a little for better reach. Kurt groans, but the second he closes his eyes all he can focus on are the wet sounds Blaine is making as he starts sucking Kurt off and it's so erotic he involuntarily gives a little buck.

Blaine leaves his position instantly, crawling over Kurt and layering himself on top of him. “Am I going to fast for you?” he purrs into Kurt's ear.

“N-no--” Kurt tries to say, but Blaine has him pinned down and of course starts rotating those magical hips of his, grinding their crotches together. It takes mere seconds for the sweat to break out on Kurt's back and forehead, little droplets rolling over skin, slipping between them and making everything wetter and more wonderful.

“Do you want more?” Blaine sings softly and laughs as Kurt begins to squirm.

“I... yes.”

One of Blaine's hands travel down and around Kurt's back and Kurt knows what's coming; the mere anticipation has him quivering. Blaine's finger begins to lightly push against his entrance in synchronization to his gyrating hips and the pressure from both sides, from both of Kurt's most sensitive areas...

He moans at an embarrassing volume as Blaine slips in a finger, curling it against the tight muscle, pushing and probing at the tender walls. A second finger joins the first and he starts pumping them in and out, in an out, in and out. Kurt makes a low keening noise.

“You like that?” Blaine whispers roughly, breathing hot air down his neck. “You want more?”

“Yes! God, yes!”

But suddenly the fulfilling and hot feeling in Kurt's rear is gone and he props himself up on his elbows, blinking rapidly and shaking his head before he realizes where Blaine is going.

“Cupboard!” he yells after him, embarrassed at how his voice cracks. “Second drawer, from the top!”

In a flash, Blaine is back and he quickly covers Kurt with that magical warm body of his, pushing Kurt against the bedsheets as he slicks himself down and licks beneath Kurt's ear.

“I need you,” Kurt says brokenly, tasting sweat on his tongue. “Now.”

“So demanding...” Blaine grins and hoists Kurt up by his thighs, angling the tip of his cock against Kurt's hole. He pushes the head in with surprising care, waiting for a few seconds, panting, catching his breath, right before slipping it in just a little bit further--

“Oh my God, just do it!” Kurt snaps and then gives a loud grunt as Blaine finally penetrates him.

For a moment they both just lie there, entangled in their sweaty limbs and filling the silence with heavy, lustful breathing.

“You feel so tight,” Blaine breathes and tries rocking forward.

A surprised moan escapes Kurt and he grabs Blaine's arms, pulling him further in until both their bodies are stretched to the maximum. Blaine begins to thrust forward, pulling his cock out just a bit to slam it back in, increasing his rhythm with every smack.

“Blaine!” Kurt exclaims, driving his head into the pillow. His fingers curl into Blaine's biceps and he holds on for dear life as Blaine pounds into him. The sensation is new, different, and Kurt can feel everything – the steady pressure, the push of Blaine's cock against the insides of his ass, the hotness of it all. On top of that there's the panting, the sweat slipping down their bodies, the cries which become louder and louder and finally, with an overwhelming surge of pleasure and warmth, Kurt comes screaming on Blaine's stomach.

Shuddering spasms make his body convulse and his ass cheeks clamp down on Blaine's cock, w ho gives one deep thrust and then too cries out, repeating Kurt's name over and over as he rocks inside and against him, making the bed squeak.

The sensation passes, fades away slowly and Blaine pulls out a solid minute later, collapsing next to Kurt on the bed. He stares into nothingness as Kurt tries to control his breathing.

“That was amazing...,” he says, laughing incredulously. “I can't believe we just did that.”

“Good job, buddy,” Kurt says, grinning at the ceiling. “Just let me lead next time, 'kay?”

“There will be a next time?” Blaine's voice isn't curious or hopeful, just surprised.

Kurt stutters, “Well, I mean... I thought... if that wasn't a spark, then I... I don't...”

“No, you're right,” Blaine says quickly. Then, after a pause, he grins and adds, “That was quite a spark.”

“So... fuck buddies?” Kurt asks unceremoniously.

Blaine nods solemnly, though on the inside he's crying with happiness. “Fuck buddies.”