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“Oh, what’s the matter with the crowd I’m seeing?  Don’t you know that their out of touch?  Well, should I try to be a straight-A student?  If you are then you think too much,” Blaine sang from the front of the stove tossing his spatula in the air between each tap of his loafer against the stone floor.  Flipping eggs like a pro much, Anderson?  Why yes–yes he was.  “Don’t you know about the new fashion, honey?  All you need are looks and a whole lotta money.”  A little dash of salt and a sprinkle of pepper.  Damn right!  This was an amazing creation!  Breakfast fit for two kings!  Or two starving Warblers on their weekend off.  Most importantly?  He wanted to impress his pending company with some serious cooking skills.

“It’s the next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways.  It’s still rock and roll to me!”   Cooked to perfection–the eggs hit their plates with a deft scoop, scoop and a cheeky grin when he heard a knock.  His pan hit the sink with a pop and a fizz so he could snatch a red and white checkered towel from the counter to clean off his hands on the way to answer. Excitement sped up his steps through the house.  Jogging.  He was jogging.  Blaine tossed the towel over his shoulder–slid a foot or so the rest of the way–grabbed the doorhandle and greeted Kurt with an elated smile. “Kurt!  Hey!  You made it just as I was finishing up. Come in, come in,” he batted past his side and stepped back to let Kurt into the foyer.  “Can I take your coat?”