Hot August Nights - Day 13
The Challenge: Fic A Day with a twist! One fic, every day, based on a sentence submitted by someone else, posted after 7 pm EST, in the theme of nighttimes, sexy times and/or drunk times.
Summary: But why is it everywhere?! (submitted by @klaineship2)
Kurt gets home from work and walks into the apartment with a sigh. It was a long day and he’s looking forward to curling up on the couch with his boyfriend and forgetting all about it. He hates getting home when the sun has already gone down. He feels like his evening is already gone.
He hears shuffling from the kitchen, followed by low hissed voices and the sound of banging pots. He recognizes one of the voices as Blaine’s and the other as Finn’s and from the banging he hears he can already feel the headache starting to build in his own head.
“Uh, hi?” He calls into the apartment.
Blaine’s head pokes out from the kitchen and he smiles but it’s more manic than happy, “Hey!” He enthuses, “Ummm, do you want to go out for dinner?”
Kurt’s brow furrows, “Not really.” He says, “Why is Finn here?”
Finn’s head suddenly pops around the kitchen door frame on top of Blaine’s and unlike Blaine, he looks sheepish, “Hey man. Yeah, I’m here. Hi. Dinner out?”
Kurt shakes his head, “No.” He emphasizes, “What is going on?”
“Nothing!” Blaine says, quickly, with a shake of his head. The movement causes something to fall from the back of his head and Kurt looks down, head tilted like a curious puppy.
He misses Finn and Blaine’s eyes widening.
“What’s that?” Kurt asks, pointing to the white foamy substance.
“Uhhhhh…” Blaine hesitates.
“Whipped cream!” Finn suddenly yells, causing both Kurt and Blaine to jump slightly.
Kurt sighs and waves his hand vaguely, “You know what? I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now.”
He stalks over to the kitchen and, despite both Blaine and Finn’s protests, walks past them into the room. He freezes at the sight that greets him.
“What the hell happened?” He shrieks.
“I was, uh, trying to make you guys dinner and it...caught on fire.” Finn mumbles, “So we had to use the fire extinguisher.”
“But why is it everywhere?!” Kurt shouts, gesturing to the white foam covering most of their kitchen.
Blaine swallows, “Finn had...trouble using the fire extinguisher.”
Kurt starts and stops a few times to form his next sentence before waving his hand in the air again and closing his eyes, “You know what? I don’t have the energy to deal with THIS right now.” He says, “I’m going to go take a long hot shower.” He turns and points to his boyfriend and then his brother, “Fix this.”
Blaine nods convulsively, “Done.”
“Yeah man, sorry.” Finn says but Kurt holds his hand up, stopping on his way out of the room.
“Energy. Don’t have it. Just fix it.” He breathes before leaving the room and heading to the bathroom.
