With pregnancy comes cravings for the darnedest things. Blaine finds out the hard way when his husband starts whipping up concoctions that only those in dire straits might eat - and that’s not the most of it!
Warning: Lots of food talk in this one. If you aren’t keen on reading a fic about food mixtures (think: chocolate and hot sauce, etc.) I’d pass this one up! Just lettin’ ya know what you’re getting into. (Also, the final food Kurt eats in this one is something I ate as a kid. Because my tastes were… ummm yeah! Ha!)
It started off with a scoop of vanilla
ice cream and a spoonful of grape jelly.
The first (countable) pregnancy craving
Kurt ever had came after a normal
dinner of spaghetti bolognese and garlic bread. He was in his
sixteenth week of pregnancy and they’d been in the process of
cleaning up the mess from their meal when Kurt turned to Blaine and
muttered something about dessert. All of a sudden, Blaine’s pregnant
husband was dishing out bowls of ice cream and plopping one hearty
glob of sticky purple jam onto his portion, the hungry look in his
eye increasing tenfold when the jelly rolled down the side of the
frozen dessert and settled into the bottom of the bowl.
It was unusual to
say the least, especially to a very confused Blaine. “Grape
jelly? Normally you loathe grape flavored stuff.”
His husband could
barely answer, the spoon already in his mouth while a small smudge of
jam dripped down the side of his lip. “Huh?”
how’s the ice cream?”
just hummed in response again, savoring the taste and ignoring Blaine
in the meantime. He didn’t even move from his position at the kitchen
counter; the silverware and bowls, tub of ice cream, and
the jar of jelly sat neglected around him as he ate. The only thing
that mattered at that very moment was his dessert and all Blaine
could do was smile and watch as his hubby enjoyed the strange
concoction he normally wouldn’t eat any other day.