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

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kurt hummel

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

[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.]

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[Dirk takes the plate, and it's a good thing he has his shades on, because he's sort of eying it like it's the aforementioned priceless treasure.]

If that's the case, I could've gotten a lot worse. [Which in Dirk languages means he couldn't have done much better. One day you'll learn to speak Strider.

He moves over to a counter and sets the plate down, staring down at the omelet for a few seconds before cutting a piece off with his fork. It's almost like he's afraid to take the first bite, as if he wants to savor this moment.

Finally, he brings it up to his mouth and sticks it in.]

[Kurt quirks a brow at that statement, but shrugs it off and watches Dirk eat... It's really exciting, to know he's making Dirk's first proper meal.]

So?

[So?

So he doesn't even know what to say! He's never experienced an omelet before, and it's... really fucking good. But he's trying not to make too big a show of it, because it's like he said before. If he made a big deal over food, he'd be silly. But the way he's quick to take another bite after swallowing the first and before answering Kurt's question should probably be a good indicator.]

Beats seagulls, no contest.

[Forget savouring the moment, he's just going to take another bite. And then another. It's really, really hard not to make stupid, satisfied little sounds as he basically scarfs down the omelet.]

[Oh, he sees all that, and it leaves him a bit smug.]

I'm very glad to hear that, although I really can't imagine it's difficult to beat seagulls.

Y'know, I'm starting to think you might be right.

[He can tell that Kurt sounds smug, and you know what? He'll let him be. Because he's grateful for this stupid little omelet that shouldn't be so damn good, but is basically the best thing he's ever eaten.]

Now if you can beat the taste of a great white shark, then you'll transcend humanity and take your rightful place as god of cooking.