Kurt stood up and removed his oven mitts, smiling over at Blaine. "You know I think you're a genius no matter what," he assured his boyfriend. "But I do have a good pair of ears."

He set the timer for the bread then followed Blaine into their room. Blaine's space was occupied as usual by his piano and stacks of sheet music, and Kurt never bothered cleaning it up anymore. Now he just found it charming.