Author's Note:

Hi everyone, my name is DiDi! This is my first fanfiction and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. :)

This story is set in season two and takes place after Original Songs, but it does not follow the series schedule. Klaine just got together and it is Christmas season.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Glee or any of the songs.

Also later in the story I will borrow the awesome OC Reed Van Kamp and OC Shane Anderson of CP Coulter's "Dalton", so watch out for them!

Warning:

If you can't stand Klaine to be apart, don't read further than chapter three. ;-)

You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar

When I met you

I picked you out, I shook you up

and turned you into something new

"I cannot believe they're playing this song right now! It's like it's following me everywhere I go!" Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically to underline his distress as he called Mercedes' attention to the cursed song. His best friend cocked her head as she listened, too.

Don't, don't you want me?

You know I don't believe you

When you say that you don't need me

"Oh, right, it's that song!" Mercedes grinned, playing along but not at all impressed by Kurt's little act. He was good at drama, but he could do better than this. She knew. She'd seen him pretend to be heterosexual! And everybody who heard him sing Pink Houses or has eye-witnessed him walk hand in hand with Brittany in the halls of McKinley High dressed in an outdoorsman's gear still suffered a great deal of irritiation today.

However it was impressive how he managed to steer the conversation back to his boyfriend. No matter about what they talked, he'd find a way to talk about Blaine again. Mercedes didn't mind, though. She was happy to be having lunch at Breadstix with Kurt – alone, without Blaine! – so what the hell, let him talk about him as much as he wanted.

"Rachel totally ruined the song for me, not that I liked it very much to begin with," Kurt continued his drama.

"Just Rachel? I think Blaine", Mercedes put special emphasis on the name since Kurt's eyes always sparkled whenever his boyfriend was mentioned, "had his share in ruining that song as much as Rachel had. If I remember correctly he'd been in an experimenting phase...?"

Kurt held up a hand. "Don't remind me of Blaine's searching phase. Especially as it included Rachel Berry." Now he sighed with a headshake. "Well, as much as I want to I can't blame her for falling for him. I fear I just have to live with the fact that he attracts admirers like streetlamps attract moths."

"But she knew you had feelings for him! She should've kept her hands off him!"

Kurt shrugged and picked with a fork at his salad. "She said she'd help him find out whether or not he was truly gay. I suppose if it hadn't been her, it might have been another girl sooner or later, thinking of how confused Blaine was at the time."

"Nothing against him, but, sweetie, what the hell took him so long to see what a catch you were? Is he shortsighted or what?"

Again Kurt sighed dramatically and ran a hand slowly over his bangs to make sure his hair-do was still neat. "I guess he was just distracted by that blonde GAP guy. With all that flowing hair messing with Blaine's head there was no way he could take a proper look at me and with the fact at hand that I have as much sex appeal as a baby penguin..."

"What makes you say that?" Mercedes tried not to giggle as Kurt apparently was serious about his funny comment.

"It's just some kind of argument Blaine and I had a couple of weeks ago..."

"Blaine said you looked like a baby penguin?" Mercedes exclaimed, halfway rising from her seat as if ready to storm out, find Blaine and kill him.

"No, he didn't. He just said I looked weird when I tried to make some sexy faces once."

"WHAT!" Their cups of diet coke almost tipped over as Mercedes got to her feet and accidentally rocked the table.

"Sit down, Mercedes, please!" Kurt hushed her.

His best friend crossed her arms and sat down again, steaming. "No offense, Kurt, but Blaine's not the kind of man this woman could fall for. I need a man who treats me like a lady and not make fun of me when I am being sexy for him. To be honest I sometimes wonder what made you fall for him, anyway. First, he's way too small for you. I remember you being totally bedazzled by Finn who is like a giant with broad shoulders and a very sexy butt. What? I have eyes! What do you want with a guy who's smaller than you?"

"Size doesn't matter, Mercedes." Kurt was rolling his eyes again. "And he's not that much smaller than me. Just a few inches, not even worth mentioning."

"Second," Mercedes went on mercilessly, "he's way too cheesy for my liking. What's with all the gel he puts into his hair? Also, I think he's a bad case of show-off, the kind of guy that enjoys being in the spotlight, being praised and admired. Granted, the two of us love to shine on stage as well but apparently Blaine thinks he can twist anybody around his finger with all his charms. Does he flirt a lot with strangers?"

"No, of course not! He is just friendly to anybody. You could misinterpret it as flirting maybe..."

"Maybe he just likes you because you adore him so much. If you started to criticize him, he might lose interest in you."

Kurt frowned, not sure what to make of Mercedes' comment. While pondering on her words he looked at her, the way she sat with crossed arms opposite of him, her black hair falling on her shoulders and her large gold hoop earrings matching perfectly the golden shooting star on the front of her black shirt. She looked just like the star she wanted to be.

She had been his best friend right from the start when they had joined glee club. She was the only one who knew all his dreams, his sorrows and fears, he'd shared all victorious and all embarrassing moments of his life with her so far. Not even that awkward period of time when she'd thought that they were dating and he had to put it straight that they weren't did any harm to their friendship. Hell, she'd been the first person on earth he'd finally told that he was gay.

Sharing his most vulnerable secret with her had kind of glued them closer together. She'd given him the strength and confidence to be true to himself and soon after he'd become the only openly gay teen at McKinley High. Not that being the only openly gay teen at a public school had proved to be an easy ride. Sadly in the end it had been the reason he had to run and hide in a private boarding school. Still, he couldn't regret one single turn his life has taken for better or worse, because after all he'd met Blaine.

"I do look up to him, true, but I also speak my mind if I think he's being stupid about something. And I don't doubt his sincerity towards me, Mercedes, it's just that sometimes... Sometimes I'm just not sure why he would want me to be his boyfriend. By the way, your outfit is amazing, Mercedes. Good to see the days are over that I had to beg you to call me before you dress in the morning."

"Thanks, Kurt." Mercedes gave him a sunshine smile. "But don't start to sidetrack. Why wouldn't Blaine wanna be your boyfriend? You're gorgeous, Kurt! What is it you're not sure about? His intentions? Or his sexuality?" Mercedes giggled . "I bet he no longer struggles when questioned about his sexuality! As far as I can see he barely can take his eyes off you when you're together. What's he like when you're alone? Come on, I'm longing for details here!"

"I am so not talking with you about that! Not here anyway." Kurt looked around the place, making sure no one overheard them. "Besides, there's not much to tell anyway."

"What do you mean? You two make out, don't you?"

"Well, we kiss..."

"Kiss? That's it? No hot make out sessions? No naked skin and inappropriate touching? Kurt, you're blushing!" This time Mercedes was laughing out loud.

"Blaine's a gentleman. We don't want to rush things."

"Why not? What's the problem? You don't trust him?"

"That's not it. I do trust him," Kurt stammered.

Mercedes raised an eyebrow at him. "If I were you I wouldn't trust him too much. I know this kind of guy, good looking, charming, I bet he gets a lot of offers. Are you sure he's being faithful to you?"

"Why do you keep asking me that? He's not flirting or fooling around with someone else!"

"Then why doesn't he want to make out with you?"

"Well, he does, but every time we are alone and kiss and it ... you know, it gets hotter, I kinda panic and leave."

"You leave?"

Kurt nodded, avoiding to meet Mercedes' inquiring stare.

"Honey, you wanna hear my opinion? I say as long as you're not sure whether your man truly loves you or not, you shouldn't let him have a taste of your deliciousness. Let him long for you! But... Kurt, what are you ashamed of? You have a perfect body." She ignored the way he scrunched up his nose at her words and went on. "You don't need to be shy."

With a sigh Kurt leaned forward and whispered with a meaningful look to his best friend. "The problem is that I don't know what to do. To be honest, making out scares me. My knowledge of sex is like zero. Except for The Talk I had with my dad – which I still believe has been totally set up by Blaine – well, and a few pamphlets I got a look at, I don't have a clue about what to do at all."

"How come you don't know what to do with Blaine's body at hand? Just work it the way you do your own," Mercedes prompted. "That's the advantage of being gay, I guess. You know how to pleasure your lover by hands-on experience on yourself. There is not much difference than when you mastu..."

"Will you please not speak so loud?" Kurt urged her with flaming cheeks. "Besides, I don't do that. And I don't want some graphic details on the matter, thank you very much."

"Wait! You don't ...?" She eyes him up incredulously. "Baby, sometimes you baffle me! I know it's none of my business, but you should... you know... it's good to know your own body. It's good for your self-esteem. No wonder you're afraid of letting Blaine touch you when you don't even touch yourself..."

Mercedes stopped as she noticed the stop-now-or-I-will-kill-you glare Kurt was giving her.

"At Dalton I live in a dorm, remember? I have a roommate there," Kurt explained. "And at home... well, I don't feel comfortable with my family around. It would be suspicious if I locked my door ... and besides I don't like doing it because it makes me feel funny afterwards and it's kinda disgusting ... and I can't believe I'm talking about that with you right now!"

Mercedes bit her lips to keep herself from laughing. "OK, Kurt, I'm almost finished giving you unasked advice. Just one more thing: If you want to stay interesting for Blaine, you really shouldn't spent so much time with him." Mercedes gave him her most enthusiastic smile. "How about we hang out instead? We'll have a fabulous time and make him long for you at the same time!"

"Aww, Mercedes, you know I'd love to spent more time with you." Kurt's face softened and he reached over the table to hold her hand. He knew it had been very hard for her to let him go, at least as hard as it had been for him to leave. "It's just the distance. It's a two hours drive."

"I know," Mercedes said with a pout. "I just wish you didn't have to leave McKinley in the first place."

"Me, too. I miss you guys. But who knows if things between Blaine and me would've developed the way they have if I hadn't transferred to Dalton?"

"Which brings us right back to your boyfriend problem."

"I don't have a boyfriend problem. I'm happy with Blaine. I just need to know ..." Kurt shrugged. "... if it will last. But how will I know if he really loves me?"

"Let me tell you what," Mercedes answered mysteriously and then she began to sing,

"There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of
Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above
Ooh I lose control, can't seem to get enough
When I wake from dreaming, tell me is it really love!"

Of course Kurt knew the song by heart. It was one of Whitneys best. So at the chorus he joined in,

"How will I know if he really loves me
I say a prayer with every heart beat

I fall in love whenever we meet
I'm asking you what you know about these things

How will I know if he's thinking of me
I try to phone but I'm too shy (can't speak)
Falling in love is all bitter sweet!"

Kurt put a hand on his heart and thought of Blaine's hazel eyes and enchanting smile when he sang the next line on his own,

"This love is strong, why do I feel weak?

Oh, wake me, I'm shaking, wish I had you near me now

There's no mistaking, what I feel is really love!"

As they left the restaurant together, Mercedes linked arms with Kurt and they kept on singing all the way to the parking lot, because it was what they were good at and what they loved to do since they first met.

"How will I know if he really loves me?
I say a prayer with every heart beat

How will I know
If he loves me, if he loves me not!"

"Are you nervous?" Carole teased her husband, who wandered around the living room restless, looking out of the window every now and then.

"They're late," Burt Hummel muttered.

Carole smiled at him and pecked his cheek. "I'm so excited, I can't tell you," she said enthusiastically. "Kurt's bringing his first boyfriend along! I mean, I've had a look at Blaine before but now it's different."

"Hmph," was all Burt managed. It wasn't that he disliked that Blaine-kid. It was just all happening so fast. It seemed like just a few days passed since Kurt was frustrated as hell of not having a boyfriend and suddenly there he was: the boyfriend.

Two cars drove up the driveway, parking next to each other.

"Ah, that must be them!" Carole squeaked.

Burt lifted his eyebrows as he looked at his wife. He could see it took all of her willpower not to jump up and down in anticipation. "You are nuts," he told her and laughed. "Have you been like this, too, when Finn brought his first girlfriend home?" He didn't get an answer because the door opened and from one second to the next all that mattered was the fact that his son was home.

"Hi everybody!" Kurt called out as he entered the house, his boyfriend close behind and both boys with huge traveling bags. Kurt always carried half of his wardrobe to Dalton, which Burt didn't quite understand, because the boys had to wear uniforms during school hours and on school ground. When did Kurt find time to wear all his clothes?

"Hey, there's my boy!" Burt didn't mind to appear over-fatherly, he just needed to hug his son as tight as possible without him complaining about his clothes getting crumpled. Kurt hadn't been home for the last two weekends and he missed the boy around more than he would admit.

"Honey, it's so good to have you home." Now it was Carole's turn to pull him into a firm embrace which Kurt returned affectionately. The boy loved his stepmother, even though he sometimes wished she was a bit more fashion-conscious. He tried his best whenever they went shopping together, but she would always fall back into old habits. The best example was that really awful denim vest he couldn't get her to get rid off.

"Hello Blaine." Burt came to stand in front of the dark haired short boy – had he always been this short? – and for a moment he contemplated about what would be an appropriate way to greet his son's first boyfriend.

"Hello Mr Hummel. Thank you for having me over and stay the night." Blaine smiled but appeared to be a bit scared of him. Good. Burt held out his hand and shook hands with Blaine. He didn't want to act too formal, but he didn't want to make it too easy for the boy either.

"Blaine, it's so nice to see you again!" Carole apparently had no reservations whatsoever. She hugged the boy and smiled at him endearingly. "I hope you both had a good drive. I hear it's snowing in Westerville?"

"Don't worry, Carole. The streets weren't icy," Kurt assured her and peeled off his scarf. "It's a pity we couldn't drive together, though. But we both needed to take our cars."

"You've been in my rearview mirror all the time, babe," Blaine said with a flirty smile.

"I noticed," Kurt replied and chose to deliberately ignore the embarrassing fact that Blaine had just called him babe.

"That's why I passed you the first chance I got. I was afraid you'd have an accident when you kept looking back at me," Kurt grumbled at him. "I thought it was safer if I drove in front. I'm not being distracted as easily as you are."

"That's just because I don't wear such eye-catching outfits," Blaine said with a nonchalant shrug. "I simply can't take my eyes off you when you're around."

Kurt smiled a bit. "Thank you, I think."

"Well, it's a good thing you're home now. It's said to be a snow storm tonight," Burt told them. Carole covered a laugh with a cough. She knew her husband well enough to see how flustered he became with all the flirty air around the two boys.

"I bet you love snow storms, huh?" Blaine teased Kurt. "You're the only one I know who prefers winter over summer."

"I like snow, it's pretty," Kurt simply answered while folding his scarf neatly.

"And you get to wear scarves." Blaine reminded him with a smirk. "I don't like your freaky obsession with scarves, by the way. Anything that hides too much of your beautiful skin is not okay with me."

Kurt's eyes widened at this comment as did his father's. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say to make his boyfriend shut up without being too obviously embarrassed in front of his parents. Thankfully Carole rescued him by saying, "How about you bring your bags upstairs and come back down to join us in the kitchen? I was thinking about baking cookies before I prepare dinner."

Kurt smiled at her warmly. Usually his parents would leave him and his friends alone, but he knew they wouldn't let him hide with Blaine in his room today. First, they had missed him over the past few weeks and wanted him around as much as possible. Second, they wanted to get to know Blaine better now that they were officially dating. "Sure, I can help you if you want, Carole. I have just recently found a new receipt for macadamia nuts cookies that I wanted to try."

"Sounds good to me," Carole smiled broadly. She was happy to have someone to share the kitchen with. Burt tried his best to be a help but he wasn't very enthusiastic about cooking and baking. Sometimes she wondered how he had managed to raise Kurt but then he had told her once that Kurt had practically taken over the household when his mom had died.

At the age of eight Kurt had started reading cooking books and learned how to use the washing machine and do the housework. Burt had disliked that his son spend his childhood cleaning the house and cooking for both of them, but Kurt had been eager to help around the house. And seeing how the boy didn't make friends easily and wouldn't leave the house to do sports or play outside with other kids, Burt needed something else to keep his son busy. He didn't want Kurt to think about his dead mother too much. So he let him do whatever housework he wanted to do, trying to make him feel needed. Kurt had made it his mission to look after his dad, which Burt had found quite amusing since it was his job to look after his kid and not the other way around.

Carole took his hand and beamed at him the minute the boys headed upstairs. "Isn't it just awesome Kurt's in love?"

"Woman, you're crazy!" Burt pulled her into a hug and kissed her.

"So, how do you like my Christmas decoration?" Carole asked the boys as they came downstairs again. She linked arms with Kurt and showed him around the living room, Blaine strolling close behind.

Burt had to bite his lips to stop himself from commenting on Kurt's clothes. His son wore a tight green sweater long enough to resemble a dress and skinny white jeans. The boy loved to express his feminine side like this, but if asked his favourite answer would always be, fashion has no gender.

"Yes, it's quite appealing," Kurt nodded slowly, examining the place critically. "But how about using more glamour and less kitch? If you want me to I'd be happy to help you with it tomorrow?"

Carole and Burt exchanged an amused look. They had known beforehand Kurt wouldn't approve of the decoration. He had always been a perfectionist who had his own visions, especially when it came to decoration issues.

"Isn't Finn home yet?" Kurt asked, following his parents into the kitchen.

"He's on a date with Rachel," Carole answered with such warmth in her voice it was clear she was happy for her son.

"Rachel Berry?" Blaine asked. "They're a couple?"

"I told you," Kurt reminded him.

"Yeah, right." Blaine smiled back and decided better not to mention that most of the time it was hard for him to concentrate on anything Kurt was saying because he would just pay attention to the way Kurt's lips moved and daydream about kissing him.

"Do you know Rachel?" Carole asked Blaine.

"I do. Actually, she's the first and only girl I have ever kissed."

"Is that true?" Carole exclaimed, clearly fascinated by this news. Her husband nodded slowly at this. He remembered how frustrated Kurt had been back then when Blaine was interested in Rachel.

"How about you, Kurt?" Blaine turned to his boyfriend curiously. "Have you ever kissed a girl? Uhm, sorry, that's a stupid question!" After all Kurt had never had any doubts about his own sexuality. Surely he never needed to have kissed a girl to get sure about himself. So Kurt's answer surprised him.

"Actually, I have," Kurt said with a shrug. "You remember Brittany, the tall blonde of the Cheerios?"

"Her? No way!"

"Yeah, her. My dad can bear witness. He kinda stumbled over us in my basement room."

"Yes, I can confirm it was that daffy cheerleader girl he made out with," Burt chuckled.

"What did kissing her feel like for you?" Apparently Blaine had no problem asking such personal questions in front of Kurt's parents.

"Uhm, it was kind of weird," Kurt answered honestly. "Her lips tasted like rootbeer and then she said something weird about her armpits and I was like What the hell am I doing here?"

"What were you doing with her in the first place?" Blaine surely wasn't ashamed to dig deeper. "Were you attracted to her?"

"Gosh, no!" Kurt replied startled and put a hand on his heart.

"He just dated her to impress me," Burt explained and couldn't help but chuckle as Kurt glared at him. With a sigh Kurt admitted, "Sad but true. Well, Brittany heard me sing Pink Houses by Mellencamp and jumped me afterwards. For her record, you know."

Blaine looked aghast. "You sang Pink Houses? In which universe did that happen?"

"He thought the song was about some kind of interior design," Burt explained and chuckled even more. "By the way, you should've seen the clothes he wore when I met him in school walking up and down the aisle hand in hand with that girl."

"You'll never see those clothes again!" Kurt said with a pout and crossed his arms.

Blaine looked at Kurt in surprise. "Wow! I just remember someone telling me how silly gays are who use the term bisexual for an excuse to walk hand in hand with girls and feel normal."

"Oh shut up!" Kurt growled at him and made the others laugh.

Kurt and Carole were baking christmas cookies together while Burt and Blaine kept them company. Kurt was kneading the dough and had both his hands deep into it. It was then it occurred to him that he was wearing his favourite mintgreen sweater.

"My sleeves!" Kurt exclaimed and Blaine was at his side immediately to pull his sleeves up. While doing so Blaine stood closer to him than necessary and slowly stroked Kurt's arms. Kurt shivered slightly and blushed. "Thanks." Kurt's voice toppled over and he had to clear his throat.

"You're welcome!" Blaine replied with the most innocent look on his face.

Carole watched them with a smile on her lips. "You should wear an apron, Kurt. You're gonna get flour all over your sweater, honey."

"Right, where is my head?"

Burt and Carole exchanged knowing looks. Apparently Kurt's head was somewhere near his heart right now and not able to function while Blaine was around. Carole fetched an apron from the closet and held it out for Blaine who brought it to his boyfriend.

"You're a little confused today. How come?" Blaine teased him with a smirk. "Let me help you put that on." Blaine stood behind Kurt and pulled the long loops of the apron twice around his boyfriend's waist, reaching around Kurt's front and working slowly, obviously enjoying the closeness while Kurt held up his smudgy hands and waited impatiently for Blaine to get done.

"I hope you're eating a lot of these cookies, Kurt. You're way too thin."

"I am not too thin," Kurt protested. "My body weight is just slightly below normal. Besides, Coach Sylvester once said I had hips like a pear."

Blaine stepped back and examined Kurt's backside to pass an expert opinion. "I can't confirm that. I don't see anything resembling a pear."

"Will you please not stand behind me?" Kurt growled at him with flushed cheeks.

Carole chuckled. "Never talk about weight issues, Blaine."

"I don't have weight issues!" Kurt declared.

"See what I mean?" Carole stated and they laughed.

"Dad, do me a favor and take Blaine over to the living room? I'm sure you have some football game tape you two can watch or something?"

With an amused grin Burt directed Blaine to the open living room. "Come on, Blaine, I guess we should leave the battlefield before a flour war starts."

Blaine narrowed his eyes. "I don't think Kurt would risk ruining his clothes."

"I wouldn't bet on that today," Burt said with a smirk.

Finn came in half an hour later, cheeks flushed by the cold outside, and obviously in a good mood. He immediately noticed two things: a football game was on TV – apparently a tape, though – and it smelled deliciously of cake or cookies.

"Did you have a nice date with Rachel?" his mother asked and he stammered something unintelligible sounding like "Uhm, yeah, sure, went to some show and afterwards, uhm, you know."

He wasn't as eloquent as Kurt was but his mother understood him anyway. "That's nice, sweetie."

Kurt eyed his stepbrother with a smirk on his face. "Cookie?" He held the jar with the still warm cookies up.

"Yeah, thanks!" Finn took a bite and made a face to show his disgust. "Let me guess, you made them, Kurt? Fat-free cookies, yummy!"

"Christmas time is no excuse to break diet rules in this house," Kurt teached him. "You know Dad isn't allowed to eat ..."

"Yeah, right, whatever!" Finn punched Kurt's shoulder gently and showed his lopsided smile that used to have Kurt melting away back in the days, but not anymore. Now Blaine was the only one who made his knees go weak.

Finn and Carole joined Burt and Blaine in the living room as Kurt insisted on cleaning up the kitchen, watching the lasagna and setting the table on his own. Soon however, he was joined by his boyfriend who slowly stepped around him, his fingers brushing Kurt's back. "Are you sure you don't need any help?" The way Blaine purred Kurt wasn't sure what kind of help Blaine had to offer.

Kurt shot a look in the direction of the occupied couch, his parents and Finn sat with their backs to the open kitchen. With a sigh Kurt turned to Blaine. "You need to stop flirting with me in front of my parents," he said with a low voice.

"Why? Didn't you say your dad may not have a problem with you being gay but with you acting on it?" Blaine said with a smug grin. "I'm just helping you getting him used to the fact that you are a sexy thing!"

"Don't try to be smart," Kurt told him and held a hand up to stop him from getting closer. Blaine took the opportunity to grab the hand and kiss Kurt's fingers.

"Gosh, will you stop it?" Kurt withdrew his hand from Blaine's grasp. "All my dad will see is teenage boys with hormones, so please stop it or he'll never allow me to have you over again!"

Blaine pulled a face. This definitely was no option he liked.

"I like your family," Blaine suddenly said and laid both his hands on Kurt's hips to hold him close. "As soon as one sets a foot into this house there is such a warmth spreading from all sides, it's incredible! I don't have that when I get home. My family sucks."

Hearing this Kurt felt his heart sink. Blaine never told much about his family, but every now and then he would make such a statement, indicating that he had a hard time. Kurt returned the embrace to give him comfort and smiled at Blaine lovingly who now leaned forward and pursed his lips and ...

"Is the lasagna good?" Carole came in. Startled Kurt gave Blaine a shove and his boyfriend stumbled backwards, nearly hitting the table.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you..."

"No, no, you're not interrupting anything! We were just ... we weren't ... doing anything really," Kurt stammered and Carole narrowed her eyes at the sudden resemblance to Finn.

"Why did you make two lasagnas, Mrs Hummel?" Blaine asked to divert her. He'd recovered fast from being shoved away in such a heartless way. The way Kurt's face turned crimson repaid any harm done.

"Please, it's Carole," she said, laying a hand on Blaine's arm and smiling at him.

"Thank you, Carole," Blaine smiled back at her. "Well, your lasagna smells incredible!"

"One lasagna is fat-free and cheese-free for my dad and me," Kurt explained the different meals. "The other one is for Finn mainly and for you, if you want. However, I don't understand how Carole eats it at free will."

"I heard you, sweetheart," Carole said with a smile in her voice and turned to him, her hands on her hips. "You know what, Kurt, you should taste it! Because it's delicious! I know it's doing no good for my figure, but who cares? I have a man that loves me the way I am and I want to enjoy life. So I eat with no regrets!"

"And so will I," Blaine said with a smile for her. "Because if it truly tastes as good as it smells, it's worth the extra hours in the gym."

"I've got ice cream for dessert," Carole announced and rose from the table. "Let me help you." Blaine rose as well and followed her into the kitchen where they prepared five bowls with ice cream.

Meanwhile, Finn cleared his throat and looked at his stepbrother. "So, where will Blaine be sleeping?" he asked, trying to sound casually but failing miserably.

"On the couch, of course. Where else?" Kurt answered briskly, sounding a bit unsettled himself.

"Oh, OK!" Finn seemed relieved. As did Burt who nodded his approval.

Kurt leaned forward and whispered for Finns ears only but Burt overheard as well. "If it's any comfort to you, I've seen more naked skin of you by now than of him."

Finn blushed, not sure whether or not this was any comfort. Burt was just smirking at this.

"Well, thank you again for having me over for the night. I hope I am no trouble, Carole," Blaine said as he helped carrying a tablet with dessert bowls.

"No, not at all, my dear," Carole replied with a warm smile. "And besides, Kurt's bed is big enough for two."

Finn and Burt both looked up sharply, but it was Kurt who held his hand up in protest and stammered, "Uh… I thought it would be more … appropriate if Blaine just sleeps on the couch, I mean… I don't want you guys to think … uhm… you know, Finn's not allowed to have a girl sleep over and …"

"Don't be ridiculous, honey," Carole laughed, ignoring the glares of both her husband and son. "We don't mind if you two share a bed..."

"We don't?" Finn asked.

"As long as you behave," Burt added with a growl.

"We trust you," Carole stated with an encouraging smile.

"And we'll be sleeping next door," Burt reminded them.

Songs in this chapter:

Human League – Don't you want me

Whitney Houston – How will I know

Next chapter:

Kurt and Blaine share a bed and have a serious talk about their relationship. Could they be breaking up?

Please R&R! :)