After their fun in the shower the quickly dried off and got dressed and moved to the kitchen where Blaine helped Kurt start dinner.

They moved around each other each doing things to prep for dinner.

Kurt bent over and opened the oven to but the roast in, giving Blaine a nice view of his ass. Oh course Blaine couldn’t give up the opportunity to give it a playful smack.

“Watch it.” Kurt warned.

“Ugh you’re no fun, you get so serious when you cook or bake or whatever.” Blaine groaned.

“That’s because you insist on playing games that boarder dangerously close to pushing me into the oven.” Kurt retorted.

“Well excuse me for maintaining our love life outside of the bedroom, and spreading our romance through the kitchen.” Blaine teased.

“Oh so what we did in the kitchen last week didn’t count? If I do recall you were begging for more. And it certainly wasn’t more food you were screaming for.” Kurt said matter-of-factly.

“The taste of your cum in my mouth is way better than any food.” Blaine teased.

“Stop your gross.” Kurt said hitting him on the shoulder.

“NO NO NO NO NO!!!” Finn yelled from the living room. “No-no this is s-so wrong. No pl-please tell me you didn’t no not in the kitchen. No. Really? No I eat food in there. We prepare meals in there. No! No everything is tainted no. Please just no. No. That’s beyond unsanitary.” Finn said shaking his head in disbelief.

“I cleaned it up..” Kurt said trying to make the situation sound better.

“Oh God, I don’t want dinner.” Finn said pretending to throw up.

“You say that now. But we all know come dinner time you’ll be stuffing your face.”Kurt replied.

“Just like I was stuffing my face, full of your dick! Oh!” Blaine laughed to himself.

“Really Blaine?” Kurt teased.

“Eww.” Was all Finn could say at that point.

Blaine just kept laughing to himself as they began prepping the salad.

“Babe can you pass me that cutting board?” Kurt asked.

“Sure thing.” Blaine replied handing Kurt the cutting board.

“Oh and that knife?”

“Yeah, here you go.”

“Oh can you hand me that cucumber?”

“Here”

“Shit I cut myself! Blaine can you hand me a napkin?”

“Yeah here. Is there anything else you need?” Blaine teased.

“Yeah, kiss it to make it feel better?” Kurt said in a baby voice holding his bleeding finger out in front of Blaine’s mouth.

Blaine looked at Kurt’s extended finger for a minute before popping it into his mouth and sucking on the tangy blood.

“Eww. Don’t do things.” Kurt said removing his finger from Blaine’s mouth.

“Maybe I’m a vampire.” Blaine teased.

“Maybe you’re crazy.” Kurt retorted.

“Crazy in love with youuu.” Blaine replied.

“Wow, you are just so clever today.” Kurt sighed.

“You love me.” Blaine stated.

“I have an overwhelming urge to make a Twilight pun, but you’d just enjoy that too much.” Kurt teased.

“You’re right I would.” Blaine laughed.

The two laughed and continued adorable chitchat for awhile until Finn cam strolling in.

“So what times dinner?” He asked curiously.

“Thought you didn’t want to eat my unsanitarily prepared food Hudson?” Kurt joked.

 “Yeah well, I’m hungry. So I’ll just have to pretend I don’t know as much as I do.” He teased.

”Oh I see how it is.” Kurt replied.

A few moments later Carole entered slipping her coat off and hanging it on the rack before walking into the kitchen to say hi to her boys.

“Mmm this smells delicious! I can’t wait for dinner!” Carole said sweetly as she patted Kurt on the shoulder.

Finn mumbled something about it not being sanitary under his breath before he walked over and gave him mom a kiss on the cheek and asked her about her day.

Kurt, Finn, Blaine, and Carole all caught up with one another as Burt walked into the house and joined them.

They all sat down as Kurt set the table and continued talking about their days.

Kurt set out the food and asked if anyone wanted anything to drink or needed anything before sitting down and joining them.

They ate dinner while keeping up an engaging conversation for about an hour before Burt and Finn put there dishes in the sink and made their way to the living room to watch the game.

Carole excused herself to go upstairs and shower and change out of her nurse scrubs.

Burt hollered the score to Blaine who was still sitting in the kitchen talking to Kurt before Kurt told him to go join Finn and his dad and enjoy himself.

Dinner was nice. Things were okay. Almost as if life was normal. Almost. 

Kurt began to put away leftovers and did the dishes.

When the water ran over his hand he felt a little sting and he remembered that he had accidently cut himself early and made a mental note to pour some peroxide over it and bandage it later.

While doing the dishes he came across the knife he had cut himself with and stared at it for a minute.

He traced the pad of his finger across the blade and admired the sharpness of it.

He raised the knife a little more to examine it and thoughts began to rush into his head.

He shook them away. As he sat the knife with the other dishes to dry he glanced at it again and let his mind wonder.

He shut the water off and took the towel to dry off the plates and cups before putting them away. He gave the utensils a quick pat with the towel before putting them in the drawer.

The only item remaining, the sharp kitchen knife.

He wonder what it would feel like against his skin.

Would it be a rush?

Would it be relieving like hitting the wall earlier?

His thoughts began to jumble together as he picked up the knife and slowly placed it into the drawer.

Looking at it intently for a few minutes before shutting the drawer and going to fit with his family and boyfriend in the living room.

Kurt was never really a huge fan of football, but he always still followed it.

But not tonight, his mind was still racing.

Always returning to the same place.

The sharp knife.

Tucked away in the drawer.

In the very next room.

Nah he couldn’t. He thought.

Or could he? He wondered.

Could he?