Chapter 3.

"I don't know where Kurt is, I think he's cooking.. Ooh he's cooking!" Blaine's voice got closer.

"Put that contraption away for a bit, You've been playing with it all evening." 

"But Kurt.." He whined, sliding a quick pinch on Kurt's back.

Kurt jumped. "Now that was cheeky." He pointed at him, only to collide with the camera. He laughed. "This is getting to the point of worry, Blaine."

"What, featuring our life on camera?" Blaine turned the camera on himself, pulling a face.

Kurt smirked and shook his head in a bemused way. "Do you want mushrooms in your spag bowl?"

"Whatever you want, baby."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, pushing him backwards. The pan sizzled in the background.

"It smells good." He put the camera on the kitchen table.

"Thank you."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's middle and leaned his head against the crook of his shoulder. Kurt matched by leaning his head so that their cheeks touched. "I love you."

"Love you too." Kurt could never hide the glow in his cheeks when he said those simple yet fulfilling words.

Blaine kissed his cheek and helped him stir the sauce. Kurt's eyes closed at the touch and he shivered as he felt the hot sensation run down his body. "Not now, I'm cooking." A small smile still engraved on his face.

Blaine answered with his puppy dog eyes. "Did you get some garlic bread?"

"No, Do you know what that does to your complexion?"

"It clears it.."

He frowned. "Oh."

"I can go get some if you want."

"No.. no. We'll be alright with this." He placed the pasta into the pot of boiling water and closed the lid down. "There, exactly 15 minutes left."

"Good!" Blaine grinned and tugs his hand so that they become in close distance again.

He pecked his lips lightly and looked up at him. "Promise me you'll talk tomorrow." Kurt says.

"I always talk to you."

"Like what's on your mind. You always come back in a dead mood. I hate it. I want to help but you never let me."

He sighed, and pressed his fingers into his eyes. "It's not your burden, Kurt."

"It's both of ours, whatever you go through I go through, that's what couples do." 

"I don't want you to feel pain, not now, or ever."

"Maybe the pain won't be so bad if we share it."

"What did I do to deserve you?" Blaine sighed.

Kurt shrugged. "I remember a certain 'Bowties' blogger who wouldn't let me take my pain alone." He half smirked.

"Oh god, yeah." He says like reliving a bad joke.

"You saved my life Blaine."

Kurt had never admitted it before now but he had helped him in so many ways, he lightened his dark place. Even now he was scared to think about the past incase it triggered any dark thoughts.

"Lets not think about that." He looked down.

Kurt sighed, it had hurt Blaine just as much, He bit the edge of his lip.

"Do you smell burning?" Blaine sniffed the air.

"Oh god, the pasta!" He panicked, rushing over to the stove. Kurt had got to it just in time for it start overflowing. He turned it down quickly.

"You were saying about being an amazing cook?" Blaine asked with humour on his face.

"You wait, it'll be delicious." Kurt retorted. 

"I'm sure it will be."

Kurt blushed and turned back to the pasta. "Can you get some bowls?"

Blaine started checking every cupboard in the kitchen until he finally got the last one, finding the bowls. He put them over to the side.

"Forks?" Kurt grinned, trying to hide the laugh that wanted to escape while watching him search through the other draws for the utensils.

"Hows that?" Blaine asked about the table.

"Acceptable. But I'd have done better."

"Come on, I'm starving."

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"Okay, this is delicious." Blaine sucked up a strand of stringy pasta.

"Trust me more often." Kurt kicked his leg.

"Ow!"

"My bad." He winked.

"No violence at the dinner table, child."

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"I'll do that." Blaine said just as Kurt put his hands into the dish water.

"It's a little late now, I've already got soap suds on my skin."

He chuckled. "I'll make you a drink then."

"Just juice." Kurt insured. 

He poured Kurt a glass of orance juice and let it sit on the table, where he collected the remains of the dishes.

"No towels?" Kurt sighed.

"No, I used the last one earlier."

"Too bad..  oh look a towel." He wiped his hands over Blaine's shirt and shot him a grin.

Blaine shook his head bemused and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Kurt laughed.

"I can't wear this now, It's all wet." He tipped the fabric into the washing basket.

"Okay." Kurt says clearly, looking at every aspect of Blaine's toned chest.

"We could, you know.." Blaine starts.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Kurt agreed.