Kurt, your roommate for some time, is not used to social behavior and the pleasures of life. You settled into a shared room at the Xavier Institute thanks to your friendship from birth. You have always been very close, always there to tease the other and be his comforting partner at the end of the day. It is not surprising that Kurt fell madly in love with you while you lived together. He will never admit it to you, too self-conscious about his appearance despite your more than present support, and appreciates every moment of the moments shared with you, his little comforting hugs and can't help but admire you when you ramble on about your day.

The kitchen is a mess, flour from floor to ceiling and traces of chocolate everywhere. Indeed, you are trying to teach Kurt to make cookies. Not being a very gifted hand, he simply accepted to spend time with you and to be able to secretly admire your concentrated face. He tries his best to make a recipe that will please you, his stubbornness is cute and his clumsy side more than endearing. You try to show him how to knead the dough, placing your hands on top of his to show him the movements when you feel his gaze on you. You look up and meet his soft and affectionate gaze admiring you. You laugh softly and raise an amused eyebrow. You see his cheeks blush and his gaze rush to your hands to focus on the dough and not to think about how soft and at your proximity.

"Sorry meine Süße, you said?" He says in a small whisper smiling at your hands kneading one above the other.