I woke up before Kurt did. It would seem that I was the only one awake in the whole house- no sign of either Burt or Carole being awake, and Finn spent the night at Rachel's. So when I opened my eyes, I wasn't sure what to do. I searched around for Kurt, not remembering much of what happened last night due to early morning fogginess. There he was, his perfect, porcelain face pressed up against my left shoulder, fast asleep. He looked so peaceful and perfect, I wouldn't dare wake him.

My thoughts were resonating around last night, when Kurt suspected that something was the matter with me. Truth is, something was up. I hate lying to Kurt. Well, not just to Kurt, to everyone really. It makes me all tense and angsty. Definitely not my best trait. I wanted to tell Kurt about what happened during the week that he was gone, but something inside me told me not to. I guess I was just too afraid of hurting him. I knew what his reaction would be if he found out, and it wasn't an argument I felt like pursuing right then.

Kurt stirred while I was deep in thought. The bright supper sun peeking in from the blinds finally caused him to realize that it was already 10:00. Of course, he'd already had a week to practice sleeping in. My brain was still running on Dalton time, so he had an excuse. I was getting kind of sore from his slumber on my arm.

"Good morning," he mumbled, barely awake, but remembering my presence. I grinned at him. With Kurt around, it was bound to be a good morning.

"Morning, Kurt. Did you sleep well?" I asked, stroking his strangely unruly hair.

"I slept wonderfully, actually! I had this crazy dream that the New Directions went on tour... And you were there, too! With the Warblers! But then Britt tried to make out with you , and it just got weird after that..." Kurt trailed off, his voice still plagued with early morning grogginess, which admittedly, I found adorable. I laughed with him about his bizarre and totally unrealistic dream.

"Brittany?" I questioned with a chuckle in my voice.

"Yeah, my mind works in funny ways sometimes..." he smiled and sat up straight, fixing his hair with his fingers frantically. I love him.

Just then, Mr. Hummel appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Normally, the sight of him completely terrifies me, because whenever I see him, I'm always doing something wrong. Like that one time when I spent the night in Kurt's bed without his permission after partying at Rachel's house and getting hopelessly drunk... Good times. Anyway, this time he was well aware that I had spent the night here. It was definitely weird, and not something that would likely happen again, so I jumped at the opportunity to come.

"Mornin' boys," he said, shifting his weight uncomfortably. Everything about Burt Hummel astounded me. His relationship with Kurt, the way he handles really awkward situations... I said it once and I'll say it again- I really wish I had a relationship like theirs with my own father. It would have made my life a lot happier.

"Morning, Dad," Kurt said with his adorable wide smile.

"Right... so Kurt, if you two want to go make breakfast... Finn and Rachel will be over in half an hour..." Immediately, Kurt's eyes lit up. I groaned, for I knew where this was headed.

"Come on, Blaine! I can teach you how to make a bacon and spinach breakfast stromboli! I've been looking up breakfast recipes for an opportunity just like this one for the longest time! Oh, you'll love it, it's so good!" he rambled, already standing up.

"Oh... uh, Kurt... I kind of meant something simple..." Burt said, thankfully putting an end to a potential kitchen disaster (let's just say that I'm not the best cook in the world). "How about... I don't know... waffles?"

"WAFFLES?" Kurt cried, his cheeks already turning bright red.

This argument lasted about ten minutes. We settled on crepes eventually. It was simple enough, and also fancy enough that Kurt didn't yell at Burt for bringing them up. Honestly, I didn't care. No matter what it was- crepes, stromboli, heck, even microwavable sausages would be burnt to a crisp before I was done with them.

The creation of the crepes was an interesting event. Well, I mean, Kurt thought it was. He was explaining to me the correct way to mix the batter and how to pour just the right amount onto the pan. I nodded every once and awhile and uttered a couple of mmhmm's and okay's, but really my mind was somewhere else, lost in a world composed solely of Kurt. I mindlessly watched him struggle to open the jar of flour, duck down to become eye-level with the measuring cup filled with water, or accidentally spill salt all over the counter, and I couldn't help but marvel about how indescribably perfect he was. I just love him.

"BLANE!" and just like that, my daydream ended. "Blaine, for goodness sakes! I called your name like six times!"

"Oh, really? Sorry, I'm just kind of tired," I mumbled for an excuse. Better than telling Kurt what I was really thinking about. Although I was already imagining his reaction if I did. His cheeks turning cherry red, blushing like crazy...

"Well, I just wanted to know if you wanted to try flipping these next ones... They're just about ready," he held his shiny silver spatula out at me. I really, really did not want to flip Kurt's crepes. I'd hate to waste the batter with my clumsiness. But still, a dominant, more idiotic side of my brain really wanted to impress Kurt. So, me being the genius that I am, smiled at him and took the spatula.

I had my eyes set on one towards the right. It looked easy enough. All it would take was a swift flipping motion and I would be all set. You know, if I actually knew how to complete a swift flipping motion. I scooped the spatula underneath the crepe easy enough. I lifted it up really quickly and found it flying across the kitchen, landing perfectly on the center of Kurt's fridge door.

Kurt blinked a couple of times, looked at the crepe, then at me, then back at the crepe, and then back at me before bursting out laughing. I love his laugh. He reached his hand out to give me a high five, which I returned, smiling. It was kind of funny, after all.

"That. Was. Awesome, Blaine!" Kurt chuckled. "Do it again!"

"The other crepes are burning, Kurt! And I think that's Finn and Rachel at the door now," plus, I didn't want to have to clean up more crepe goop.

"Fine," Kurt said, pecking me on the cheek and grabbing the spatula from my hand. He tapped it on my nose, some batter residue sticking on my nose. "Kitchen ninja."