if there was a contest for the worlds biggest kurt stan blaine would win
if i don’t get a fic of blaine baking cookies for kurt while kurt is in class and then kurt comes home halfway through and helps him and they get into a cookie dough fight and then make out or have sex or anything i’ll cry forever
Blaine runs around the kitchen in a huff as the timer goes off on the oven. He reaches down to pull out the tray of hot chocolate chip cookies before realizing that he forgot to put on an oven mitt. He cries out in pain and yanks back his hand before sucking on his fingers.
“Blaine?” he hears a frantic voice call before Kurt’s rushing into the kitchen. “What the hell happened?” Kurt asks as he sees flour all over the counter and a discarded pan of cookies scattered over the floor. Blaine drops his hand and sighs and Kurt rushes over to Blaine and inspects the boy’s fingers. “Are you okay?” Blaine nods his head and kisses Kurt on the cheek.
“‘M fine,” he says, still a little put out that his surprise for Kurt was ruined.
“What is all this?” Kurt asks, motioning to the huge mess in their apartment. Blaine leans against the counter.
“I was going to surprise you with cookies. You know, since you’ve been studying so hard for your finals. But someone came home early,” he adds, giving Kurt a look. Kurt smiles and Blaine and dips his finger into the half full bowl of cookie dough.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Kurt asks with a small smile tugging at his lips. He reaches forward and bops him on the nose, simultaneously wiping some of the dough into Blaine’s nose. Blaine cracks a smile then and grabs some dough of his own before looking at Kurt with a rueful smile. “Blaine, no.” But Blaine doesn’t listen. He lunges forward to smear dough on Kurt’s face, but Kurt dodges the other boy and runs in the opposite direction.
“C’mon, Kurt!” Blaine says with a laugh as he chases his boyfriend around the kitchen. Kurt’s trying to remain serious, but it’s obviously easier said than done.
“Blaine!” Kurt cries as Blaine catches him around the waist and covers Kurt’s cheek in cookie dough. “It’s so oily,” he complains with a feigned pout. Blaine grins and kisses Kurt softly before turning Kurt’s head and sucking the dough off his face. After he’s got it all off, he begins to kiss down Kurt’s cheek and neck before biting down on the soft skin at the nape of his neck.
Kurt tangles his fingers in Blaine’s hair and and Blaine pulls back to look at Kurt. “I love you,” Blaine says suddenly.
“Shut up,” Kurt says and pulls Blaine’s lips down to his.
Kurt not getting into NYADA was the winner of Weakest Twist for Entertainment Weekly’s TV Season Finale Awards.
Not only did it get the most votes, it won by a margin of almost 31% over the next choice, the largest margin in any category.
Kurt nervously smiles at Blaine after sliding the ring onto his soon-to-be-husband’s finger, his breath hitching as he finishes the last words of his vow. Blaine smiles back at him, eyes shining with unshed tears as he picks up Kurt’s ring and holds Kurt’s hand in his.
“And now you, Blaine,” the officiants says.
“Kurt,” Blaine starts, swallowing thickly. He squeezes Kurt’s hand for emphasis. “Our very first Christmas together, nine years ago, I gave a silly paper ring made out of gum wrappers, and I made a promise to bake cookies with you and surprise you and defend you, even if you wrong. I promised to always be there for you and to kiss you and to, most importantly, remind you how perfectly imperfect you are to me.” Blaine blinks rapidly and chokes out a brief laugh, sucking in a deep breath before continuing. “And now I promise all those same things and even more. I promise to care for you and to celebrate us and our life that we’ll be making together. I promise to never leave your side, no matter what, and to be there through whatever life decides to throw at us. And I promise to love you, for as long as we both shall live.”
By now, both of them have tears escaping their eyes as they both take a long breath as Blaine slides the ring over Kurt’s finger shakily. Kurt reaches with his right hand to grab Blaine’s left, smiling when he feels the smooth silver band across his ring finger.
“By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounced legally husbands,” the officiant says with a smile. “You may kiss each other,” he adds jokingly.
Blaine’s grin is so big it looks like it will split his face in two as Kurt pulls him by the lapels to meet in a joyful kiss.
