Culinary!Kurtofsky

Inspired by this post. I am obviously a slave to Macki’s every whim.

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“You have flour all over you,” Kurt observes, smoothing out the wrinkles in the shoulders of Dave’s uniform habitually. He looks at his hands in distaste. “And now I have it all over my hands.”

“Better than all over your clothes,” Dave mutters. “I don’t need a repeat of that disaster.”

Kurt waves a hand airily, spewing little particles of flour into the air, where they disappear in a haze of dust. Dave makes a mental note to sweep the floor later, before Kurt gets angry. Again. “Why do you think I’m always wearing your letterman jacket when you get home now?”

Dave smirks. “I thought that was because I find it ridiculously hot and you’re using that to manipulate me.” He steps closer to Kurt. Kurt backs away, holding his hands up.

“Get that travesty of fashion off and then we can talk about manipulation. Which, just so you know, I have no need for. Look at this face.”

“I am looking,” Dave mutters, tugging at the buttons on his jacket. “I just can’t appreciate it when it’s that far away.”

Kurt watches Dave fiddle with the buttons for a split second longer before taking over, removing the jacket and dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. Dave winces at the thought of how much flour there has got to be on the floor now, but all thoughts of cleaning are vanquished from his mind when Kurt presses up against him and leans his face in close.

“Is this better?” he murmurs.

Dave nods and leans in to capture Kurt’s lips, only to be disappointed when Kurt leans away, tilting his head and smirking. “I will make cookies,” Dave says, jumping the gun on what he knows Kurt is going to say. “I’m well aware my face isn’t perfect enough for me to skip the manipulation part of this arrangement.”

“I would prefer an entire dinner, honestly,” Kurt replies.

“Done.”

“In that case…”

This time Kurt doesn’t lean away for a good few minutes, and then when he does, it’s only to say: “Just so you know? I think your face is perfect.”