track 05: all i want for christmas is you (dictated)

[righttrack]

[Kurt is leaning over a counter on the kitchen where he's placed two books: A cookbook and his journal. He dictates to the journal as he lazily flips through the cookbook.]

I think I want to make something. Food. Does anyone have any requests? I'll be in the kitchen.

[He's trying not to think about Blaine, really. The kissing hasn't helped with that issue.]

(ooc| Open for planned or unplanned kisses, or just journal talk!)

Comments

[righttrack]

There are some benefits to not having the parents around, then, hmm?

Alright, now, for this... Do you want to mix things, or grease the baking pan?

[delincuente]

Yeah, I guess. I was kinda pissed at them when I showed up here, so that's at least how I felt at first.

[She considers this.]

Mixing. It sounds less gross.

[righttrack]

[Well, oops, that doesn't sound good.]

I didn't mean-- Um, do you want to tell me about it?

And fine, fine. I'll do the greasing.

[delincuente]

It was just a bunch of stupid stuff. I maybe took some cash out of the register, and maybe bought a vending machine with it. But they totally overreacted. I mean, they always told me to be smart with money, and that vending machine was gonna get some serious return.

[She frowns for a moment, and then seems to brush it off as she starts setting out the ingredients and reading back over the recipe.]

The tablespoon's the big one, right?

[righttrack]

Bigger than the teaspoon. It's also labeled.

[He leaves off comment on her story at first, but eventually speaks up.]

Sounds like you had a good idea, at least. Wouldn't have hurt to ask them first...

[delincuente]

[In silence, she pulls out the correct spoon and starts some sloppy measuring.]

Yeah, probably. Guess I've never really been one to do things the right way, though.

[righttrack]

[Kurt shrugs a shoulder, awkwardly.]

I'm not going to mother you, don't worry.

[delincuente]

[Her smile widens a little, trying to lighten back up the conversation.]

That's a relief. I think I'd feel pretty weird if you were trying to be my mom.

[righttrack]

[Kurt smirks.]

And I think I'd have my handfuls. It wouldn't be as much fun as just hanging out with you, either.

[delincuente]

[She tries not to smile too big when he says that last part.]

You'd have to learn Spanish, and become totally anal about cleaning. And yeah, it would totally be a lot less fun.

[righttrack]

Oh, well forget it, then. [He laughs and continues jokingly.] I didn't get a decent Spanish teacher until almost the end of my senior year. We'd be doomed.

[delincuente]

Pfft, I've never learned it, and I'm half-Mexican.

[righttrack]

Well, that's fair, I think. There's no rule that says you have to learn Spanish if you've got Latina heritage.

[delincuente]

I'm in total agreement on that. It's hard, but my mom's all about heritage and stuff.

[righttrack]

Go figure. My dad never talks about heritage.

[delincuente]

Yeah, some people just don't care. And some people care too much.

[righttrack]

Well, everyone has something about themselves they're proud of. It's good that way, I think.

[delincuente]

Yeah? I guess that's true.