kurt.

Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes.  “I’m not that bad.  I may have confiscated something to get him to stop though.”  He said idly poking at his hair as if he actually needed to make sure it was in place.  Although he does realize now that it’s been brought up that he didn’t give it back before leaving…  “I think I’ll keep my game obsessed brother, wow.”  He smiled, leaning on his elbows on the counter.  From what he’s heard, Cooper reminded him of Rachel.  He has no doubt she’s binge-watched numerous shows and films while ‘playing’ at least one character.  Those two probably shouldn’t meet..

Kurt propped his chin in his palm and watched Blaine move around.  As much as he liked peace and quiet from time to time, sharing the morning with someone was nice.  Especially when the weather was pleasant and the company was even better.  Syrup dotted on his nose was just ridiculous.  “Wh-”  Blinking, Kurt quickly wiped it off on the side of his hand and chuckled.  “You’re a dork.”  He shook his head.  “And I’m sticky now.”

Kurt’s cute reaction was well worth whatever trouble he was going to get into for making his nose all maple syrup sticky but–hang on?  Did he just think the name Kurt and the word cute together?  Yeah. He did. Time to segway into the topic of–.  Hold the press!  Dork?!?!  “I’m a what–a dork?  Did you seriously call me a dork??  Least I’m a dork that fixes his mess,” Blaine snagged onto playful banter and prayed whatever thoughts he had a couple seconds ago didn’t play out on his expression.  Or not go completely blank in the face over the fact that he instinctively licked the tip of his thumb and..re-boop! 

Onto Kurt’s nose it went to swipe any left over stickiness off before he jammed it between his own lips to get the sticky off his thumb too.  Did he seriously just do–yeah.  The thumb he went crossed eyed to stare at sticking in his mouth was living proof.  Stuttering out of his daze, Blaine pulled his thumb free and swung both hands up shoulder high. “How about that breakfast?  Um–,” a turn left.  A turn right.  Oh!  Stove that way!  “One that isn’t smeared all over your nose.  I promise.  Coming right up!”