30 Days of Puckurt Drabble: Day 20
Today is day twenty of the 30 Days of Puckurt Drabble in June! Only 10 days left. Are we happy or sad about that? ;)
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Kurt beamed as Puck held his hands over his eyes in a makeshift blindfold. As a small laugh escaped his throat, he placed his own hands over Puck’s. With Puck behind him and guiding him, Kurt stumbled into, what he guessed was, the living room. Or maybe it was the kitchen. He knew that he should have known which; after all, they’d been living together in the same apartment for eight months now. But Puck had covered his eyes before letting him walk into the apartment, and his excitement seemed to have affected his spatial recognition, because Kurt was totally lost.
“Almost there…” Puck whispered into Kurt’s ear, and Kurt couldn’t help but shiver.
“What’s going on?” Kurt laughed as he stumbled forward, and Puck bumped into him.
“You’ll see.” Gently, Puck urged Kurt forward.
“Mmmmmm….” Kurt inhaled deeply, a mouthwatering aroma filling his lungs. “Did you order from -” Puck uncovered Kurt’s eyes, and he gasped. Laid out on their tiny dining table was dinner. But it wasn’t take out from Kurt’s favorite restaurant or anything like that. No, it was a home-cooked meal, complete with salad and bread. “You cooked? I thought you didn’t even know how to boil water….” He turned a little so he could look at Puck.
Puck was smiling at him, looking like the cat that’d just swallowed the canary.
“When did you learn to cook?” Kurt stared at his boyfriend in amazement. He had no idea how Puck had managed to hide something like this from him.
“You know that math class I’ve been taking Tuesday nights….” Puck trailed off, his smiled growing even more self-satisfied.
Kurt continued to watch him, unable to think of anything to say.
Puck, however, didn’t seem to be at a loss for words. “Now maybe we can….” He quirked his eyebrow seductively. “Cook together sometime?”
All Kurt could do was laugh.
(Written for lezi. Prompt: Making Dinner)
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