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gleefulkicker September 1 2010, 02:22:51 UTC
Finn wasn't alone in the initial mild panic, either. Kurt had, of course, circled the date in his planner, but still it had managed to come upon them rather quickly, and even Kurt hadn't been quite sure what to do. After a full day of re-reading two years worth of Vogue issues and consulting a few people for suggestions, well....

The panic is gone now. Everything is going splendidly. He'd made the batter for the cakes day before and hidden it in a kitchen he'd asked the room for (six plus months of off-and-on living in this place have resulted in accepting the perks of the interdimensional nexus as something close to normal, "conjuring" up objects and even rooms is like second nature to him now), which he finds again now to pull six individual custard cups from the ridge. He carefully pulls the saran wrap off from around each and arranges them in a circle on a tray before putting them into a nearby oven (which has been preheating because, again, interdimensional nexus that usually gives you what you want, etc. etc. etc.).

Molten Chocolate Cake, or Chocolate Lava Cake. Perfect because it has characteristics of everything - part cake, part souffle, part pudding, part brownie, part mousse... And it's extremely rich and chocolatey, which Kurt knows Finn will love, and it can be made into several small, individual cakes. This is good because Kurt intends to bring them into their bedroom, and eating cakes out of small custard cups is likely to not be quite as messy as slices of cake on a plate. The only problem they might run into is that Finn generally eats fairly large portions of things, but if they consume all six cakes and Finn is still hungry then they could always just ask the room for more.

He glances at the timer on the oven. Ten more minutes until they're finished baking, and then they'll take about two minutes to cool before they can be eaten. With a small sigh, he looks around the kitchen, then remembers something and slides open one of the drawers beneath the counter he's standing at. Inside, there's a rather flat, navy blue velvet box with a white ribbon around it. Giving it a good hard stare, Kurt taps his fingers against the wood of the drawer, thoughtfully, before picking it up and setting it on top of the counter.

It was rather bold of him. He's a little nervous about it. To be honest, it wasn't anything that anyone had suggested to him, and he hadn't gotten the idea from any of his magazines, either. It was based on a hunch he'd acquired thanks to... previous encounters in their sex life. He's fairly confident that Finn's going to like it, but... God, it is pretty damn bold. But it's been six months. Six months and lots of kisses and sex and conversation and singing and playing video games and just sleeping wrapped around one other...

The smile returns to Kurt's face. Finn will like it. He may be a bit confused about it at first... But he will definitely like it.

Kurt returns to their room somewhere around twenty minutes from the time he'd left, pushing the door open with his hip as he carries in the tray on which there are the six individual cakes placed in delicate white custard cups, arranged in a circle with that velvet box in the middle and a silver spoon on either side.

"And thus, I have returned. I hope you enjoy chocolate. You do like food, don't you? I couldn't remember for the life of me," he teases with a grin as he sets the tray down onto the bed carefully and climbs up beside it, leaning forward to press a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.

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