1. Coca- Cola Chicken

Tonight is all about changes. Theyre not teenagers anymore; they just finished the last exam of their last semester, sophomore year at Uni. Its time for a change. They are adults and Blaine decided that from now on he has to behave like one, starting with appropriate food. Which is why Blaine is expecting six friends tonight, because he invited them over to eat.

Oh god, what did he do?

Blaine isnt exactly a chef but he can microwave like one and that has to count for something. Blaine is also pretty sure that cooking isnt all that hard; seriously, he saw Sam cooking before and Sam is the worst cook ever. So really, if there is hope for Sam then there is hope for him as well.

Blaine lays out all the ingredients he needs on the counter. He printed the recipe directly from a blog, went shopping with it, and now he feels ready to start. The blog the recipe is from is apparently kind of famous. Well, Sam said so. He also said that he got laid thanks to one of the recipes on the blog. Blaine got a little distracted by the "about me" section on said blog when he was browsing it. The man who runs it is fairly handsome and he probably doesnt need his own recipes to attract people.

He also apparently loves musicals and Project Runway; Blaine is goner.

He starts cooking, following every step in the process. He is confident, more or less. Still being careful wont hurt. Kurt, the blogger, is very adamant about pouring Coke on the chicken every now and then to make the chicken caramelized and tender. Blaine takes out the bottle of Coke he bought earlier and opens it quickly.

He doesnt realize that he must have shaken it because the second he turns the cap, Blaine is drenched in soft drink from head to toe. He tries to contain it and to lock it again but most of the content of the bottle is already on his clothes and on the floor.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck," Blaine yelps as he lands on his back after slipping on the drink. "Wheres the Sprite? Sprite should work too, right? Lots of bubbles and sugar and… stuff." Blaine scans the list of ingredients on the bottle of Sprite before shrugging. Only the color and taste is different, it should do the work.

Except that after an hour and a half of cooking Blaine has drown the poor chicken in Sprite and its nowhere near ready. The skin doesnt look crispy, its not deliciously brown and the smell is pretty horrible. Blaine shuts the ovens door, a little ashamed of the crisis thats happening in his kitchen. He takes a deep breath and open the ovens door again, pulls the dish out and courageously takes a sip of the sauce he made with Sprite.

Blaine is almost certain he is going to poison himself with this. The taste is horrible, the color is disgusting and the smell is attacking his nasal septum.

"Dude, whats that smell?" Sam asks the second he enters the little student studio.

"I tried a recipe from that blog you sent me. I killed a chicken for this and it backfired like crazy!"

"No, but seriously whats this smell? Blaine, its attacking my skin, man!" Blaine sighs in defeat and grimaces at the deadly meal on his counter.

"Fine, lets order pizza."

"But what about adultery and making good choice and like, you know, adult stuff?" Sam wonders poking the chicken with a fork from far away.

"Im not sure adultery is the word youre looking for. And trust me, ordering pizza is the most grown up decision I could make here. Open my laptop first; I have a comment to leave on the blog. I cant stay on failure."

2. Peach Pie

"Blaine honey, I need your help," Blaines mother says while she enters his room. Blaine is home for the summer holidays; well at least for the last few weeks. Its good to be home - good to have his mother and his father taking care of everything while all he has to do is lay around. He is a little lazy sometimes, he has the right to; its summer holiday.

"Sure, what for?"

"You know the Sunflower Bonfire Party? I have to bake something but I just dont have time. Do you think you could make something? I need to run to the country club to help with the decorations, then I have to pick up your cousin at the airport and finally drive all the way to Lima to –"

"Mom, its fine. Dont worry Ill bake something for you. Is there anything you had in mind?" Blaine cuts in gently, not wanting his mother to work herself to a full panic attack.

"No, honey. Do whatever youre comfortable doing. It will be perfect."

"Sure, mom."

"Thank you so much, my baby. Okay, Im going now." Her mother kisses him on the forehead and then disappears. Blaine smiles in the direction of where his mother was seconds ago. He likes that his mother still kisses him and calls him baby; he feels protected and in a little cotton cocoon that way.

Blaine jumps off his bed and marches to the kitchen, his laptop under his arms. He sits at the table and starts scrolling on the same blog he found the Coca-Cola Chicken recipe. Blaine clicks on the Dessert link and passes few of them before reaching a recipe for a Peach Pie. It seems perfect. They do have peaches and making the crust from scratch doesnt seem all that complicated. Kurt, the blogger, makes it look so easy that Blaine is actually sure its going to be a success. The blogger has a way with words that even if its just recipe and directions Blaine reads it over and over again until he is sure that he almost knows the recipe by heart.

Blaine spreads in front of him the flour, the brown sugar, one egg, butter, almonds powder and some water and start mixing it all together. Its not that complicated for now, he just has dough up to his elbow but its fine, Kurt says it happens sometimes so if Kurt says so it must be true. The blogger knows what he is talking about.

He is cutting the peaches in half, after washing them when Cooper enters the kitchen.

"Hello, baby bro. What are you doing?" Cooper peeks at what Blaine is chopping before stealing some dough to taste it.

"Mom needed me to help for the Sunflower Bonfire. So, Im making Peach Pie. I found this amazing recipe on a – "

"Yeah, yeah. Kurts blog." Cooper says, turning the laptop to him and looking at the picture on the top right of the page. "Well he is a cutie. Friend of yours?"

"No, Coop. Sam sent me the link a while ago, I dont know the man." Blaine is still chopping the peaches with his back to Cooper, who is sitting at the table, suspiciously eyeing the dough.

"Shame. Im sure he could make a mean breakfast for the morning after!" Cooper silently crosses the kitchen and grabs a little jar on the counter, pouring everything in the dough bowl.

"Oh my god! Coop! Not everything is about sex. Hey! What are you doing?" Blaine turns around to see his brother hands deep in the dough, mixing it again.

"I was actually really talking about breakfast, Blainers. Also, to answer your very rude question, Im helping you." The man wriggles his eyebrows, still mixing the dough.

"What did you put in there, Coop? Did you spit in it?!" Blaine looks down at the bowl and his brothers hands, horror paints on his face.

"Na, not this time. I added a little something something in it. Youll see, the ladies will love it!"

Blaine walks toward the table and steals a bite of his own dough before coughing and gagging at the taste. The dough has now the consistence of salt dough and the same taste as well.

"Coop! This is disgusting, what the hell?" Blaine coughs, gagging again because of the salt.

"Come on Blainers, I took a bit and it already tasted like shit before I did anything." Blaine glares at his brother and eyes the dough and the peaches before scrunching his nose. "I was just having a little fun messing with you. Youre not going to cry, right?"

"No, Im not going to cry and I guess were going to the supermarket then." Blaine admits defeated, because apparently this time again his cooking skills arent exactly on his side.

"We?"

"Oh youre coming with me and youre paying for the pie. You ruined my dough youre paying for the industrial horror were going to make Mom serve at the Bonfire." Blaine is pointing at his brother and crooks an eyebrow at him. This is how Cooper knows that Blaine means business, he is pointing after all.

Later on, when they put the pie in one of his mothers plate and made it a little uglier just to make it look homemade, Blaine opens his laptop and again sends a message to the blogger, because apparently even before Storm Cooper happened it really tasted bad.

3. Blanquette de Veau

Its the first day of autumn and autumn sucks, everything is slippery because it wont stop raining, its cold but not cold enough to wear sweater and everything is just really, really confusing. Fortunately tonight Blaine has a date, which makes everything a little bit more bearable.

He gathered the courage to ask this cute boy from his law class two days ago and the man had smiled at him and said yes. For once Blaine doesnt want something usual, he wants a little bit of intimacy thats why he decided to make the man a homemade meal.

So once again Blaine is on Kurts blog, scrolling the last update the blogger made. There is this recipe about blanquette de veau, which is apparently something French. Its basically veal ragout with lots of sour cream and some carrots. It shouldnt be too complicated. Its also perfect for an end of September meal. Blaine decides on this recipe and makes sure that once again he reads and reads again the recipe for good measure. He really wants James, the man from law class, to fall in love with him and giving him food poisoning would put a damper on his plans.

Blaine has never been that cautious, ever. Even when he is chopping the carrots he is doing it as if his life depends on it. Tonight is not the night to screw up. Once the meat has a nice color and the onions are almost transparent, Blaine adds the white wine and some cream. The whole studio smells like the meal and its making everything so cozy. Its perfect.

Blaine stirs a little the pot and finally adds the carrots and mushrooms before lowering the gas to be sure that his meal is going to simmer nicely.

Blaine rushes to the bathroom, he needs a shower because as much as the whole cooking thing is nice, hed rather no smell like meat and sour cream. He is also very cautious with his shower, not that he is planning on anything happening tonight but better safe than sorry, maybe hell get lucky tonight.

He is putting a last touch of hair gel before stepping out of the bathroom. Something viscous under his feet stops him instantly, his floor isnt supposed to feel like that. Blaine looks down and around his kitchen, only to see that the meal that is supposed to win Law Class Boy is scattered on the floor.

"No, no, no, no, no. Seriously?!" Blaine rushes to the pot, hoping that there is something left in it that can be salvage. Unfortunately beside two bites of carrots and an onion everything else is on his floor. Blaine starts wiping it and it isnt until two hours later that Blaine peeks at the clock.

James is an hour late, which means that he probably wont show, which means that Blaine got stood up. Perfect.

Blaine falls on the floor, everything is just wrong. He does smell like meat and sour cream now, his hands are all wrinkled because of the soap and the water he used to clean the floor and he doesnt have a date anymore. His butt still on the floor Blaine stretches himself to reach for his phone on the table.

"Yo man, hows the date going?" Sam answers happily.

"I got stood up."

"Er. That sucks?" Sam isnt very good at that, but at least hes trying.

"I got wine left; do you want to come over?"

"Sure, Ill be here in 10."

Around midnight they are both completely drunk because Sam came over with munitions called beer. Everything is a pleasant buzz in Blaines head, he cant really feel his toes and he is not sure why his laptop is open, but it doesnt matter. Wine is cool, but beer is awesome.

The next morning Blaine is hungover and yes, autumn still sucks.

4. Bruschetta with oregano and basil pesto

Dear BowtiesAreCool,

Ive noticed that you left several messages on different recipes and Im so sorry that not a single one of them was a success. I try to be very precise in the directions I give for the recipe. Ill be sure to details some more the next time.

Ill post a recipe this week for beginners and Id be more than happy if you tried it and told me what you think of it.

Also Im sorry you got stood up yesterday and I hope that the guy got herpes the next time he sleeps with someone.

Kurt.

Blaine isnt sure when he sent the blogger a message, he doesnt even remember sending another one and especially not one saying that his date didnt show. But Kurt sent him an email and his wants him to try on a recipe he is making for the beginners. Blaine cant help but feel like maybe its because of him that Kurt is publishing this recipe and he is a little proud of that.

Two days later Blaine finds another mail in his inbox, its from Kurt and there is a link to the recipe. There is also a little note saying that if Blaine has any question he can email Kurt whenever he wants. Blaine almost wants to print the email to keep it on his drawer.

The recipe is about Bruschetta, which is basically bread and some topping, its also Italian, Blaine founds out after some researches. Blaine can totally rock that. He needs basics ingredients but for some reasons, one that might be that Kurt asked him specifically to try it, Blaine goes grocery shopping to the little French shop Le Marché du Sud on the corner of the 1st and the 62nd Avenue. Kurt is very adamant about French products and Blaine trusts him; he is the food blogger after all. Its a big detour from his usual way but he really wants some olive oils. Once hes in the shop, he cant help but buy seven different types of salts, some fresh garlic, lavender, bread and cassoulet. He has no idea what this is but it comes in a tin so its probably microwavable.

Once he is back in his studio apartment, Blaine instantly starts to cook. He cut big slices of the fresh baked bread and put them on a tray in display. Blaine pours some olive oil on the bread, making sure that the slices arent soaking in it but that they are a little moist, then he rubs half of a garlic on both sides of the bread slices. Its supposed to make them taste better, or so Kurt said.

Blaine put the tray on the oven and starts with the pesto. He chopped the basil and the oregano as thin as he can, making sure to follow every steps Kurt details on the recipe.

He is almost done with it when the smell of burnt bread stops him. He quickly turns around and in a swift move removes the tray from the oven, a dark and smelly smoke dispersing around the studio. Blaine throws the tray on the gas and after fanning it a little he is forced to realize that not only did he burn the bread but somehow his tray and his food became one at some point.

Blaines head rolls back in frustration because he cant believe that once again he screws up one of Kurts recipe. He followed every single tip and step the blogger wrote and still, he has no bruschetta to eat for tonight.

Hi Kurt,

Can I call you Kurt? Well, it is your name after all so I guess its all right.

I tried the recipe; I even brought some ingredients from a French shop. But I guess Im worse than I thought because I burnt the bread?! Im not exactly sure how it happened, but hum, yeah this is still not a success…

The sauce does smell nice though, and until I burnt everything the bread looked very delicious and you described every single step perfectly. Im just really, really not good at cooking.

Again Im sorry.

BowtieAreCool (but my name is Blaine)

5. Burger

Hi Blaine,

Well, you called me Sweet Cheeks in your last email so calling me Kurt is definitely an improvement.

You burnt bread? Did you check the thermostat on your oven? Or maybe it was the temperature you used that wasnt right for the recipe. Dont be sorry, burning bread is something that happens to everyone. I burnt pasta once, and cooked noodles are supposed to be doused in water.

Dont be discouraged; Im sure well find a recipe that you can do perfectly. Im going to put on the blog a little contest and the prize will be a cooking lesson with me. I do hope youll enter the contest and maybe well put a stop at your misfortune with cooking.

Kurt

PS: French ingredients? Good choice, those are the best.

Blaine cant believe that Kurt sent him another email. He also cant believe that he called him Sweet Cheeks but unfortunately a quick look at his sent messages informs him that yes, he did indeed called the blogger that. He doesnt know if he should be happy that Kurt is joking about it or utterly mortified that he called the man Sweet Cheeks.

Blaine decides to go with happy because Kurt asked him to enter the contest like he really wants Blaine to win it and this is a reason enough to smile and dance a little. A blogger who doesnt know him and exchanged less than 10 emails with him wants to save him from his cooking nightmare.

So Blaine enters the contest. Its easy, ten questions to answer and then all he has to do is wait to see the results, which will be announced the following week. He wants to email Kurt to tell him that he answered the questions and that he really wants to win the contest. But he doesnt because that would be really creepy and also Kurt must know that Blaine entered the contest since he signed with his name and nickname. Blaine waits for the results and waiting is really something he hates.

On Monday morning, Blaine wakes up to an email notifying him that he won the contest. Its a short email from Kurt telling him that he will send him another one later to tell him how they are going to do this and when and also what they will cook.

On Wednesday, Blaine receives an email from Kurt. He notes that since they cant be side-by-side in the kitchen, they will have their lesson via Skype and states that theyre cooking burgers. Kurt attached the recipe to the email so Blaine could read it beforehand. There is also a grocery list just for Blaine and if his heart skips a beat, well no one can tell but him.

Saturday is finally here and Blaine is waiting patiently for Kurt to login, when the little icon finally announces that the blogger is online.

Blaine answers the call and there is Kurt, in a blue and green apron, probably in his kitchen. The man looks even better than his picture and Blaine is very well aware that he is staring and mute for the first seconds of the call but so is Kurt.

"Hum, sorry. Hi, hello," Blaine finally says.

"Hello Blaine. Its nice to finally put a face on the name. Im Kurt and Ill be your cook today." Blaine giggles, honest to God giggles.

"Well lets hope that with your help I can finally cook something from beginning to end and then eat it!"

"I wont allow it otherwise. Did you read the recipe I sent you?" Kurt asks and Blaine only nods, waving the printed version of the recipe at the camera. "Okay, good. Do you have any questions before we start?"

"No, I think Im good. Thank you for the shopping list, that way Im sure I have everything." Though Blaine isnt quite sure, he swears he can see a faint blush dusting Kurts cheeks – though it could be the camera and slightly blurry quality to the picture. Before he has a chance to mull over the possible reasons Kurt would have to blush, Kurt interjects his thoughts.

"Ah, perfect! Lets get down to business then."

"Mulan references and a chef, can you be any more perfect?" Blaine hears himself saying before stuttering some apologies because this is a little bit creepy even for him, and Cooper is his big brother so he knows creepy.

"Dont worry, its fine." Kurt chuckles. "So Blaine, since you have a history in burning things youre going to be my nose and ears in your kitchen. I can lead you through the whole recipe but I need you to tell me if something smells weird or looks even weirder. Okay?"

Blaine nods again and they start cooking, joking and talking lightly all the way through the recipe. Its easy; he doesnt even have to make the bread for the bun. Blaine cant help but smiling every time that Kurt starts ranting about something he cooked or wants to or a new little shop that has fresh amazing products. Blaine likes how passionate the blogger is, likes how Kurts face lights up and how unstoppable he is when he talks about food. Its nice to see how happy it makes him and Kurt fascinates Blaine with his passion.

"Hum, Blaine? Why is there smoke behind you?" Blaine stops daydreaming and spins around to see that the meat is indeed burning. He turns the gas off and sheepishly faces the camera again. He doesnt dare looking right at Kurt and bites his lips closing his eyes a little in shame.

"Blaine? Did you burn something else?" Kurt asks, there is no mockery in his tone, if there is something Blaine dares to think that it is almost fondness.

"Im so sorry!" Blaine starts, "I was just, um, listening to you and I forgot about the meat and Im sure that if you like your meat well… um a little, huh blackened, its fine. Im sure I could eat it!" Kurt is downright laughing at the end of Blaines rant and Blaine stops and smiles at the screen. Because yes, once again, he burnt something and he cant believe it either. Fun is in running gag, right?

"Blaine, stop. Its fine. You burnt meat, it happens. Okay?" Kurt says kindly, trying to reassure the man behind the screen. "Look, youve got the sauce right and the buns as well! Its a start. Next time will be better."

"Yeah probably. Im so sorry I made you waste your time."

"Well, I dont know about you, but I had fun. Besides, I contrary to you, have awesome burgers for tonights meal," Kurt teases and Blaine cant help but smile. He burnt the meal and once again didnt exactly succeed at making one of Kurts recipes, but he got to talk to the man and also made him laugh and in Blaines book, its a win.

"That you do. Let me know how they taste. Ill be sulking in my living room with takeout boxes." They awkwardly hang up after few more minutes of talking and later during the evening Blaine receives a picture of Kurt holding up a big burger that look sinfully good.

Blaine saves the picture in his phone and sends Kurt a picture of his take out boxes, curiously Kurt isnt really jealous of Blaines diner.

6. Roasted hazelnuts and Chocolate Semifreddo

They spent the next few weeks exchanging emails. They are mostly composed of pictures, pictures of Blaines microwavable dishes or pasta he succeeded in making and pictures of Kurts failing attempts at some recipe he invents. Reversing the roles a little is fun and Blaine isnt really sure when his admiration for the blogger developed into a full on crush, but its becoming harder and harder to ignore. Blaine loves it when Kurt bakes because it means that he will get selfies of the man with flour in his hair or a big pout on his face, because apparently Kurt likes to experiment when it comes to bakery and it usually ends up in the trash because its not even a little edible. Kurt is fun, hes cute and witty, hes educated and smart and Blaine cant believe that this man is exchanging emails with him and taking seconds away from his time to take pictures for him and to answer him. Blaine feels lucky.

He feels even luckier when one day he is talking about the Le Marche Du Sud where he goes every now and then and this time actually says the name of the shop. It takes Kurt less than a minutes to answer and this is how they both find out that they have been living in the same city the whole time. They are idiots.

Kurt is the one to offer a meeting in a coffee shop. He doesnt have classes on Thursday mornings and November calls for snuggly morning and coffee and cinnamon rolls anyway. Blaine is almost half an hour early because he was too excited to sleep some more and decided that being early couldnt hurt.

Kurt finally enters the shop, a large brown snood rolled around his neck covering the top of his beige coat. He spots Blaine immediately and after ordering and paying for his drinks he walks right to him.

"Blaine, hi!" Kurt exclaims, and Blaine cant believe how high and clear the mans voice is. He already heard it when they Skyped but it is definitely not the same in person and just like everything else about Kurt, Blaine is mesmerized.

"Hi," Blaine breathed and luckily Kurt is back to him, putting away is coat so he cant see that Blaine is blushing. "Its good to finally see you. There is only so much to see from your picture on your blog." Blaine jokes.

"Ive sent you plenty of pictures, Mister. Im the one who has next to no pictures of you. Most of the time, you just send me pictures of boiling pasta or cute puppies."

"But puppies are cute!" Blaine argues a little. This is fun and easy. They banter some more before drifting to Blaines studies and then Kurts. They never really talked, for weeks it was pretty much just pictures and silly comments about it. It feels right to talk with Kurt, to know more about the man, to learn that he is majoring in both culinary arts and theatre, that is Dad is a mechanic and a member of Congress, that at some point he knew the whole choreography of Single Ladies and that is something Blaine needs to see. Kurt makes fun of him and his drunken email and Blaine has the decency to blush and apologize once again.

Time flies and suddenly Kurt has to rush to school but since they arent exactly ready to leave each other, its a silent agreement that Blaine accompanies him there. They smile to each other and they hug goodbye for just a little to long for it to be purely friendly. There is a promise here and Blaine is a little overwhelmed at how much he wants to know more about Kurt.

Its Kurt again who asks him one night, when they are both marathoning Project Runway and live-texting each other about it, if he wants to cook together again; no Skype, no burning meat, Kurt swears. Of course Blaine agrees and this is how he finds himself in Kurts kitchen on a Sunday morning.

"What are we making?" Blaine asks, taking in all of the ingredients that are on the counter. Kurts studio apartment is as small as his, but better furnished and with an actual color palette tying the space together. There are knives and pans everywhere, a bread machine, and pasta pots, along with portions of Rent and Phantom songs written on paintings decorating the space. Surprisingly its a little bit of a mess but it screams Kurt and it feels right.

"We are making roasted hazelnuts and chocolate semifreddo." Kurt picks an apron that has a little pig on it and a French slogan saying: "Tout est bon dans le cochon." He put it over Blaines head, circling his waist with the string to knot it over his belly. Its oddly domestic and they lock eyes for a second, both blushing and smiling awkwardly. Its new, its nice and yep, Blaine definitely has a crush on that man.

"Were cooking what?" Blaine asks again disarray painting his face. If he cant pronounce it, how is he supposed to cook it?

"Its a basic chocolate ice cream with a twist," Kurt summarizes for him and Blaine is sure that there is a hint of mischief in the bloggers tone. Hes also smirking; nothing good ever comes after a smirk.

"Okay, we have hazelnuts, butter, cream, whipped cream, dark chocolate, eggs and sugar," Kurt points the ingredients one after the others and then starts to mix the both types of cream together. "Do you think you can put the hazelnuts in the oven? The timer is already set and so is the temperature," Kurt adds cockily and Blaine bumps hips with the man as revenge.

"Whats next?" Blaine wonders, sitting on a stool and making it turn.

"Next Im going to melt the chocolate and stir it with the cream and the eggs. Once the hazelnuts are roasted well chop them with the mixer."

Blaine settles his elbow on the counter and put his head on his palm, listening to Kurt cooking and explaining him what they are going to do next or what he is currently doing, giving out tips about how to stir properly the cream or how to roll all the hazelnuts together once they are burnt so theyll lose their skin without any problem.

Truth is Blaine doesnt cook; Blaine doesnt even touch a spoon. He just smiles at Kurt all the way through the recipe and talks to him. They talk and they laugh and it feels like they have been doing this their whole life. It shocks Blaine how easy it is to be around Kurt, to interact with him and to be himself with the man. Blaine is sure he is also developing a thing for Kurt is an apron.

"Alright, Mister. Were all done."

"And now we wait?"

"Exactly. But Im not sure youll get to taste it though." Kurt cocks his head to the side and bit his tongue a little.

"What? Why?" Blaine wonders with indignation, hoping off the stool and standing right in front of Kurt, his hand on his hips.

"Because I cooked and you were just here, thats why."

"Hey, I helped okay. I helped a lot. I did the thing and then I put the stuff in the… Okay I didnt exactly help." Kurt is laughing again; Blaine caused that and his heart swell with pride and affection. He steps closer to Kurt and put a warm hand on the bloggers cheek, which turns red instantly. Blaine leans in slowly to give Kurt some time to stop him if its not something he wants.

But instead Kurt licks his lips and closes the gap between them. Kurts lips are soft and taste a little like chocolate and cream because the tasted the mixture before putting it in the fridge. Blaine cant help but bring the man closer to him, both of his hands now on Kurts hips as he licks inside of his mouth, eliciting moans out of the man. Its sweet and slow at first before turning into a frenzied mess of teeth and lip biting. Kurt is nibbling at his bottom lip, scratching his finger on Blaines scalp.

They both come up for air, looking disheveled and well kissed and they both smile at each other. Blaine pecks Kurt one last time before sitting on his stool and opening his legs so Kurt can come in between and hugs him tightly.

Blaine does taste the Semifreddo that night he also gets to kiss Kurt some more.

7. Cherry Pie

Few months after, Blaine is now used to cooking with Kurt. Well, Kurt cooks and he watches him. Blaine doesnt mess up anything, can say that he was here when the food was prepared, and can watch Kurt for hours while Kurt uses him to taste anything new he is making. Its a perfect arrangement that suits them both.

"Sooo, boyfriend of mine," Kurt plops down on the couch where Blaine is reading; sporting a knowing smirk and Blaine knows it means trouble.

"Im so sorry," Blaine starts immediately, because he knows that he better start confessing immediately. "I didnt meant to eat the last slice of pastrami, but it was just here and I was hungry and I know you need it for your sandwich recipe. Ill go buy you some, okay?" Kurt is oddly silent, trying to hide the smile thats creeping on his face and looking at him with amusement. "Wait, its not about the pastrami, right?"

"No, Blaine its not about the pastrami. I also dont know how I should feel about you just blurting things out like that when I take you by surprise." Blaine is pouting and has his arms cross over his chest. Kurt giggles one more time before kissing the pout away until Blaine is smiling as well and tangling his fingers in Kurts hair.

"So what was it about?"

"I had an idea for the blog," Kurt bites his lips a little and takes Blaines hand in his. "I want to make a video, of me cooking to go with the recipe." Blaine isnt sure why Kurt is nervous about it, it seems like a good idea to him.

"Okay?"

"And I was wondering if youd want to be in it with me? You wouldnt actually be cooking, just handing me ingredients. But if you dont want to its fine, I understand completely. Its my blog and its kind of big to appear on it." Kurt is out of breath at the end of his speech, not looking at Blaine.

"If you promise I wont have to cook then yes, of course." Kurts head lifts up instantly, a big toothy smile on his face.

"Really?"

"Of course, silly." Kurt kisses him as a thank you, peppering kisses over his face and on his neck before running to his recipes to find the perfect one for his first video.

"I need to go shopping, I need new ingredients and also a new apron. I cant cook with my old one. Also I need a new rolling pin and a blow torch, oh and a new measuring jug!"

Two days later they are both in brand new aprons in front of a camera that they put on a shelf. Kurt is talking while cooking as usual and Blaine listens. The cherry filling is cooling in the fridge and Kurt is almost done with the crust. Just like he promised, Blaine didnt actually cook anything and just helped him and provided insightful comments, like how not to transform your dough in salt dough. He is talking from experience after all.

Kurt is putting the last touch on the crust when Blaine walks toward him.

"Hey, you have something on your face," Blaine says gently. Kurt turns to him, smiling and waiting for his boyfriend to remove whatever snuck on his face this time. Instead of a loving and warm hand on his cheek or his nose, Kurt receives a handful of flour right on his face.

"Oh no, you didnt! Anderson!" Kurt yelps, trying to take some of the flour off his eyes. Blaine is already few meters away from him, giggling and dancing at his own silly joke. Kurt eyes him and stretches his hand to find the first thing on the counter, which happens to be egg, and Blaines eyes grew big.

"Kurt. Kurt, my love," the man says, stepping away from his boyfriend and bringing his hand up in surrender. "Im sorry, okay? Lets just clean up and forget that –" Blaine doesnt finish his sentence, Kurt walks like a predator right to him and cracks the egg on his boyfriends chest, spreading it all over his apron and shirt.

"This is war, Hummel," Blaine warns before grabbing the sugar and throwing it at Kurt who already has some milk in his hand. It is war, and Blaine is soaked with milk and egg as he put the cherry filling out of the fridge. He starts firing it at Kurt who ends up red from head to toe, with chunks of flour mixed with sugar and cherry filling.

"You are so dead, Blaine Devon Anderson!" Kurt yells from behind a chair where he took refuge after the cherry attack. Blaine knows that Kurt must have something with him, and indeed it doesnt take his boyfriend long before he is throwing pickles at him.

Blaine crawls to Kurts hiding place and sits on his lap.

"You know you lost when you have pickles thrown at you," Blaine acknowledges, smiling down at his boyfriend.

"Do you give up?" Kurt challenged, putting the pickles away.

"I surrender, yes." Blaine nods and is immediately kissed by Kurt. Blaine doesnt know if the man is happy because he won or if its just because theyre gonna have to shower together to get rid of everything they have in their hair.

The kitchen is covered in food and its going to be a nightmare to clean everything. Needless to say, that the video is never uploaded on Kurts blog.

8. Coffee and pancakes

Blaine settles the tray carefully next to bed where Kurt is still sleeping. There is coffee in the mug and pancakes on a plate. Blaine smiles at his boyfriends sleeping face, he looks so calm and peaceful like that.

Blaine sneaks under the covers from the end of the bed, settling in between Kurts legs. He tries not to move too much, not wanting to wake the man just yet.

Blaine caresses Kurts calves and then runs his fingers up to his boyfriend strong, naked thighs. He wants to tease Kurt, to bring him right on the edge before the man wakes up. Following his hands, Blaine places lights kisses on Kurts inner thighs, biting them lightly to leave small bruises here and there. Blaine knows how to drive Kurt crazy when hes awake knows that the man would look at him and guide him, so Blaine takes his sweet time to taste and worship every inch of his boyfriends body. He wants to know how Kurts body is going to answer to his when the man is slightly unconscious. Blaine teases, he licks around Kurts groin, places kisses under his navel before traveling back to his hip. Blaine can feel Kurts cock growing harder and harder against his chest. He still hasnt touched it but he knows that just the brush of his skin against it is enough because Kurt involuntary spread his legs apart some more to give Blaine full access.

Blindly, Blaine runs his tongue over Kurts balls, licking he licks them and takes one into his mouth before moving to the other. Blaine puts his hand on Kurts throbbing dick, and gives it a few jerks. Kurt is moaning in his sleep and it sends a shiver down Blaines spine, knowing that his boyfriend is still dreaming and enjoying what he is doing to him and Blaine cant wait to taste him. He mouths the tip of Kurts cock, causing Kurt to emit a strangled gasp and thrust up in the air. Blaine cant believe how Kurts body is responding to light touches. When Kurt is awake hes so much in control that Blaine cant believe how different it is when Kurt is sleeping. Blaine teases again the head of Kurts cock with his tongue, this time holding the man down with one of his arm. He licks the head and collects the already there precome. Blaine can hear Kurts little moans and he can tell from how loose and malleable Kurts body is that he is still deeply asleep. Blaine cant wait anymore; he swallows down every inch of Kurts cock, bobbing his head up and down.

Blaines hands travel from inside of Kurts thighs to his hips and then his abs. Blaine needs to touch, to feel how Kurts body is answering to his mouth because Blaine cant see. He cant see how flushed Kurts body is and he cant see Kurts stomach clenching, but he wants to feel it. So Blaine runs a hand on his boyfriends body and Kurt is whimpering in his sleep, mumbling his name and trying to thrust into Blaines welcoming mouth. Blaine slips Kurts cock out of his mouth, licks the underside of his cock before taking it in again and sucking it. Blaine makes sure that the tip of Kurts cock touches the back of his throat every time he thrusts back in and Blaine is humming in appraisal around Kurts cock. Because he wants his mouth to be sore and used, he wants his lips too red and swollen because of Kurts dick. Kurt is not completely conscious, but Blaine can feel that he is waking up, because Kurts hands are gripping the sheet right next to him and the other slips lazily under the cover and reaches out to Blaines shoulder.

"Blaine," Kurt moans as he thrust up into Blaines mouth. Blaine sucks on his boyfriends dick; its heavy on his tongue and Blaine wants more, he always wants more when it comes to Kurt. He wants to hear him screaming his name as he comes; he wants to hear Kurts moan. He wants Kurt to fuck his mouth, to lose control and to let Blaine taking care of him. Blaine wants so much. Kurts touch on his shoulder is burning his skin, every sound that Kurt is making goes right to his already painful erection and Blaine starts to rub against the mattress, because he needs some friction, he needs release. Kurts moans are turning him on, the way his cock is resting on is tongue and the shiver on Kurts thighs is making Blaines belly clench in pleasure.

"Oh god, Blaine?" the man can hear from where he is and he knows, from how wrecked Kurt sounds that he is close. Blaine sucks harder, fondling Kurts balls with his hands.

"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine Im going to," Kurt chants as he comes down his boyfriends throat; his body seizing in pleasure. It seems that Kurt is coming over and over again in Blaines mouth and Blaine swallows every drop.

Blaine pants against his boyfriends thighs, nuzzling as he thrusts against the mattress. He needs to come so badly. Hes been hard since before he even started to suck Kurt off and he cant take it anymore.

"Blaine, come for me," Kurt pleads, almost begs scratching Blaines scalp from under the blanket while Blaine thrusts one last time before coming on their sheets, Kurts name on his lips.

They are both panting heavily. Blaine still under the blanket, his head pillowed on Kurts thigh and Kurts hand still in his hair.

"Come up here, lover boy," Kurt asks, pulling a little on Blaines hair and eliciting a moan out of the man. Blaines head shot out from under the blanket. His hair is a mess, his curls are falling over his forehead and poking in every direction.

Kurt spread is legs a little so Blaine can lie between them. Blaine crosses his hand over Kurts collarbones and put his chin on it, looking right at his boyfriend, their bodies touching from hips to chest.

"This is what I called the breakfast of champions," Blaine wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and smiles at Kurt who is rolling his eyes at the silliness that is his boyfriend.

"Kiss me instead of saying that nonsense." Blaine does, he kisses Kurt tenderly, taking away the last bit of sleep with him.

"Hi," Blaine says gently before pecking Kurt one more time and leaning on the side of the bed to reach out for the mug he settled there before.

They sit on the bed, wrapped in the blanket, their body still touching everywhere. They both like to relish into the touch in the morning.

"Blaine, god this coffee is almost better than the blowjob you just gave me." Kurt moans after taking a sip of the hot beverage. "Gimme the pancakes." Blaine feeds Kurt with bite of a pancake before handing the plate to his boyfriend. Kurt moans again after the first bites he takes of the pancakes.

"Well Im glad you like them," Blaine jokes, as his boyfriend attacks his second pancake.

"Did you make these? Blaine, they are amazing! How…oh," Kurt rolls his eyes at himself and at the proud expression on Blaines face. "The coffee shop down the street finally opened, right?"

Blaine pouts and tries to take the mug still full of coffee from Kurt.

"Im wounded that you would think I didnt cook the pancakes and make the coffee. Youre supposed to have faith in me," Blaine claims as Kurt steals a kiss from him.

"I do have faith in you," Kurt starts, snuggling closer to his boyfriend. "Ive also been dating you for four years and know that youre hopeless when it comes to food. But you know what? I dont mind because you give the best blowjobs ever." Blaine laughs at that and hides his head into the crook of Kurt neck.

Turns out that Blaine cant cook to save his life but he orders takeout like a champ.