The Purple Piano Project

(Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.)

All summer Kurt had one plan and one plan only, and that was to convince his boyfriend to transfer schools. It was very difficult, and very tiresome, but he never gave up. It only made sense because they were in love, so why not spend Kurt's last year in Lima together at the same school. He just wanted to be with the boy more, and it didn't help seeing that they spent the entire summer attached at the hip. All his efforts didn't seem to matter because Blaine was a tough cookie to crack.

"Blaine, I'm just-"

"I know," Blaine answered with a smile. "You want me to transfer to McKinley, you've asked me since June about transferring."

"Can't you just image how amazing the school year will be if we are together?" Kurt took Blaine's hand and squeezed, hoping to get his point across, but it never worked out. "McKinley is such a great school."

"With all the bullying and slushies?" Blaine teased with raised eyebrows. "I've already told you, Kurt. My parents do not want me transferring to McKinley. The academics that Dalton provides compared to McKinley is like Yale. They want me to stay there."

"But your mom loves me. Wouldn't she let you come? I'm just-we shouldn't have spent so much time together this summer because when school starts next week, I'm not going to be able to not see you for days because of the distance."

"We will be fine." Blaine took Kurt's hand in his and kissed his knuckles. "And plus, you know that I will be doing everything that I can to be with you and make you happy."

Kurt smiled; he couldn't help it, no matter how disappointed he was. "Just keep thinking about it, you still have time to change your mind.

"Okay," Blaine promised. "I will know by the first day of school, but I wouldn't get your hopes up, Kurt."

It had been like that all summer, and Kurt hadn't given up, even when the school year started. He was excited to finally be a senior and not have to deal with school much longer. New York was a vision, and it wasn't that far away. He had grown closer to Rachel through their break of school, and they had talked and planned about after they graduated. They would both apply to Juilliard and get an apartment together. There was nothing that would hold them back.

Well there was Blaine. Kurt hated that the boy still had two years left in high school, and moving to New York without him was going to be hard, but he had to get out of there. The long distance would be fine because Kurt loved his boyfriend more than anything, and Blaine felt the exact same, so they could withstand anything that the time apart could throw at them.

That didn't matter now because he still had a full year before he was in the big city, hopefully. There was still a lot of time left, a lot of memories to be had, and Kurt really couldn't wait. He had amazing friends, a beautiful, on the inside and out, boyfriend, and a loving family. He had a year to enjoy all of the time he had left.

After the first day of school, Kurt found that being without Blaine was going to be really difficult. The day dragged on, and when he wanted to text the boy, Blaine couldn't reply because he was busy. It wasn't fair, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was just so defeated, and the school year at McKinley didn't seem to be looking great.

That was until Blaine texted him and asked him for a unscheduled coffee date, and he may have jumped to conclusions. They always usually stuck to schedules because it made everything so much easier, but this was a surprise, and that could only mean one thing, right? Blaine had something important to tell him. He hurried to Lima Bean after school, trying to control his excitement. Did he finally talk his parents into transferring? It was the first day of school.

His hopes were dashed when he saw Blaine sitting at their table in his blazer, two coffees waiting for him. There goes any hope because that damn blazer seemed to mean so much to the boy, and Kurt was pretty sure he was never going to give it up.

He sat down with a huff and smiled, even if he was disappointed, seeing his boyfriend did that to him. "Hi."

"Hey," Blaine greeted, smiling right back. "I know that I haven't been texting you all day, but I was so busy with classes. I wanted to make up for it with this."

It was sweet, and Kurt knew that, but he still felt the sting of disappointment in his stomach. He took a sip of his coffee, and just sat there because he was too busy trying to see if Blaine was just teasing him, and going to surprise him. Blaine seemed to notice.

"You're quiet," Blaine observed, sitting his drink down on the table.

"No, I'm being passive-aggressive," Kurt informed, and there was Blaine's confused face. "You promised that by the first day of school you'd make a decision, and yet, there you sit…cute as ever, but still in your Warblers blazer."

"I just can't bail on the Warblers. Those guys are my friends." It seemed to be the only reason Blaine had for staying at Dalton.

"Okay, all right, one final sales pitch, and then we can talk about making over Nancy Grace," Kurt said as his last stich effort to get his boyfriend to come to his school.

"Okay," Blaine laughed.

"If you stay at Dalton, you and I are competitors."

"It's true," he agreed.

"And I'm just not sure that our budding love can survive that," he teased, and that was really the only thing that he hasn't pulled out yet.

"Let me get this straight…" Blaine started, leaning forward. "I have to transfer because you're just afraid that I'm gonna beat you at Sectionals?""

"No, I'm afraid that I'm gonna beat you," he shot back, and this is how their relationship worked.

"Ooooh."

"And I know what that does to you, when I win." Blaine was laughing, and Kurt just wanted to lay it all on the line. "Look honestly, I-I just, I just want to see you more. I want my senior year to be magic, and the only way that's going to happen is if I get to spend every minute of every day with you."

He took a sip of his coffee, and Blaine didn't hesitate to reach over and take Kurt's hand in his. It was like a promise that he'd always be there even if he wasn't, and Kurt loved it.

After a second, Blaine lowered his head, looking up through his ridiculously long eyelashes. "Kurt-"

Kurt knew the tone, and he didn't want to hear the big long speech that he gave every time the topic was brought up, so he just squeezed Blaine's hand and said, "I know what you are going to say. I understand."

"Kurt, I just don't know," Blaine said with a shake of his head. "That's not a yes, and it's not a no. Just bare with me because I have to figure everything out, and my parents still don't want to hear it. It's a big step, and I'm just not sure."

Kurt smiled. "I know, Blaine, but I would appreciate it if you would hurry and figure it out. I love McKinley, but it isn't as amazing without my boyfriend there with me. Plus this week's assignment is one that I think you'd enjoy."

"You know I'm crazy about you, right?" he asked softly, and Kurt was given the adorable 'in love' look. It was a look that he had received quite often during the summer, and he's grown to love it.

"Yes, but isn't everyone?" he teased.

"I'm serious, Kurt," Blaine said sternly, but he was given away by the smile on his lips. "I am crazy about you, and I don't want my decision to end up hurting you if I decide not to transfer. Please promise me it won't?"

"Well, you know me of all people, and you know that not being upset just isn't me, but I'll understand if you don't feel comfortable transferring. I just have to get over it and enjoy the time we have together."

Blaine let out a satisfied sigh before drinking the rest of his coffee. "We should get going."

"We just got here," Kurt protested. "I've only seen you five minutes, and you want to leave? This is what I'm worried about. We're never going to be able to spend time together because I know how ridiculous the Warbler's schedule is. You are never going to have time to just be with me-"

"Kurt, stand up," Blaine said softly. He stood from his seat and offered his hand to Kurt. The older boy was going to protest some more, but decided to just listen, sliding his hand into Blaine's. "All I said was that we should go. That doesn't mean we have to be separated or anything."

"Oh," was all he could say, a blush rising up his cheeks because he felt really silly and embarrassed. "I'm sorry about tearing you apart."

"I'm used to you jumping to conclusions, so don't you worry," Blaine said, smiling brightly. They walked through the café and to their cars. Of course, Blaine stopped at Kurt's. He always liked opening the door for him.

Kurt couldn't help it, but turn to him when he did it. "I love you, Blaine."

"I love you too, Kurt, so very much," Blaine replied, not hesitating one second. They had said those words a lot over the summer, but they never got old or useless. They both knew that each other meant it one hundred percent each and every time.

"My house?" Kurt offered when he ducked to get into his car. "I really want to tell you about our assignment for glee this week. If you need to go back to Dalton though, that's okay."

"No," Blaine answered. "I have nothing to go back to, so I will meet you there in a little while, and you can tell me all about your assignment, and if we get lucky…maybe your dad will have to work late so the house will be empty."

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt teased with wide eyes and a hand to his heart. "I see how your mind works. All you think about is kissing me."

"Well we got so good at it this summer," he smiled with a sparkle in his eye. "Remember that one time that your dad almost caught us, and your shirt was across the room?"

Kurt shook his head as he started his car, and shut the door. "We will not be having any repeats of that because it was way too close for comfort, but if we hurry…" He grinned up to the boy through his now opened window. "We may have some time."

"I'll beat you there!"

Kurt laughed as he watched his boyfriend weave through the other cars trying to get to his. He knew that they had plenty of time because his dad wasn't going to be home until five, but he didn't want Blaine to know that. It took all the fun out of it.

After their intense make out session, Blaine watched and listened as Kurt explained that he had a meeting with the guidance counselor at school during the day. Turns out that Juilliard doesn't have a musical theater section, and that surprised Blaine, but then Kurt told him about a school called NYADA.

"So this NYADA," Blaine said looking up at Kurt. "Explain it again, but this time a little more slowly." Kurt stopped midsentence, and smiled.

"Its full name is The New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. It was ranked the number one school for musical theater, which we know is my calling. It's really competitive. Miss Pillsbury said they only let twenty students in a year, which is ridiculous. They are having a regular mixer for respective students this year at Dayton Coventry on Thursday night. Rachel asked me to go with her, so I should definitely go, right?"

Blaine nodded slightly. He noticed that Kurt was really serious about this, and it was nice that the boy was so concerned about college and his future, but it made everything come back to his mind. Kurt was leaving him for a whole year, and he didn't like it, but there was no way he'd ever not support the boy.

"Earth to Blaine," Kurt said, and Blaine jumped back to reality. He shook his head and settled back on Kurt. "I have to go, right?"

"You have to go," Blaine agreed. "You have to go show everyone who Kurt Hummel is because they should know who you are. You will have their mouths to the floor with your talent. I'm really excited for you."

Kurt's eyes sparked as he sat down on his bed, resting on his knees. "I love having someone who supports me one hundred percent. I don't know, no, I'm sure that I wouldn't have the confidence to apply to NYADA if it wasn't for you, so thank you."

"Don't thank me for having so much talent," Blaine said, raising his hands. "I would like to see the faces on the board of NYADA when you audition because they will be priceless. You will be offered a spot right then and there."

Kurt tilted his head, as his face softened. "You know that you are way too nice to me, but you are my biggest supporter. I couldn't ask for anyone better."

"Well I just speak the truth," Blaine answered, picking up Kurt's hand from the boy's lap to lace their fingers together. "I'm always going to be here to help you with anything. Anytime, anywhere, I'll always be here to support you."

"Thank you," Kurt said quietly. He leaned forward to place a kiss on Blaine's cheek. "Moving on, I haven't even started on glee club. Mr. Schue thinks that we are going to get people to want to join New Directions if we break out into song whenever and wherever we see a purple piano."

"A purple piano?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, he had them donated or something." Kurt waved his hand. "They are cool, but I'm just not understanding why he thinks this is a good idea. I mean, I know that you'd be able to pull it off because people love it whenever you sing, but it doesn't work like that with the New Directions."

"I'm sure he is just thinking of a fun way to get new members. What are you guys down in numbers? I thought you had twelve."

Kurt sighed. "We did have thirteen actually, but we lost three. Sam moved out of state, leaving Mercedes and us and not looking back. Lauren dumped Puck because he wouldn't quit glee, and it was just dragging her down, and Quinn… I don't even know with her to be honest. She dyed her hair hot pink and got a tattoo. I'm pretty sure I saw her smoking a cigarette after class today."

Blaine raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Wow, that is surprising. Quinn? I remember a sweet blonde. What happened? Do you know?"

"I don't know that's the problem. No one knows what's wrong with her, not even Puck. She won't talk to anyone. All she does say is that she finally found herself, whatever that means." He shook his head. "Blaine, I really don't feel like getting thrown in the dumpster this year and if we sing wherever the purple pianos are then I'm bound to be."

Blaine didn't really know how to help. He couldn't be there to protect him, so he tried to help the best he could. "If anyone touches you, Kurt, I want you to tell me. I will teach them never to lay a hand on you ever again, even if it means that I go to McKinley and skip Warbler practice. No one touches you and gets away with it."

"I feel like I should be satisfied with that, but I think your height might be a little bit of an issue to actually help. You probably come up to Azimo's manboob."

"I'm not that short," Blaine protested, putting his head down in a pout. "But the shorter I am the fiercer I get, and when someone hurts you I get angry."

"Oh no," Kurt said with wide eyes. "Are you going to turn green?"

Blaine ignored him. "It's just that you have been through so much, and you don't deserve it anymore for your senior year." He scooted closer to the boy. " I want you to promise me though. Promise me that you'll tell me if anybody hurts you?"

"I promise, Blaine, but I don't think it is very necessary." Kurt sighed as squeezed Blaine's hands. "I don't want you getting involved and hurt. I can handle myself."

"But I want to help-" He tried, but was cut off as the door opened.

"Kurt," Burt said. "I was wondering if you wanted to fix supper. Carole called and said that she is going to get home late, and I have no clue what I'm doing." He raised his eyes at the boy's and Blaine realized that they were really close and holding hands. Plus he was pretty sure the door was closed, and Burt had just gotten home.

Blaine pulled his hands back to rest on his lap while Kurt stood up. "Yeah, Dad. That's fine."

Burt didn't leave, but leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "What are you boys doing in your room alone and with the door shut, Kurt?"

"Talking Dad," Kurt said, and Blaine could sense the annoyance in his boyfriend's voice. "We were actually in the middle of a serious conversation."

"By all means, continue," Burt said as he waved for them to continue.

"Alone, Dad."

"You can finish downstairs where there is no bed or doors." Blaine smiled as he stood up. He'd never get upset with Kurt's dad because he really liked the man, but Kurt on the other hand…

"Seriously? I'm not a little kid anymore. I can be in my room alone with my boyfriend while we discuss important things-"

"Hey," Blaine said as he stopped his boyfriend. "Just know that I support you, and I will be ready to come beat someone up for you."

Kurt smiled as he wrapped his fingers around Blaine's. "Well thank you for being so boyfriend-ly."

"You are welcome." He stopped before heading out into the hall. He smiled at Kurt before leaning in to kiss Kurt's cheek. "I love you so much, so that's why I do it."

"I love you more," Kurt murmured before they headed downstairs. There was something about the way that Kurt needed him and wanted him. It actually made Blaine think about trying to transfer to McKinley to be with him. Maybe that was something that he really needed to sit down and think about…

-1-

The next afternoon, Blaine stopped at Kurt's house. He wanted to spend some more time with his boyfriend before going home. He had been thinking over transferring, and the only thing that was a con was leaving the Warblers. That could be fixed with joining the New Directions. His friends would miss him, but he could always see them. It was seeing Kurt everyday. That was what was so intriguing. He just had to talk with his parents about it again. Maybe they would change their minds.

He skipped up to the door, and rang the bell. The door was opened in seconds, Kurt standing on the other side. His appearance was interesting. "Wow, you do know that you aren't supposed to play with your food. It goes in your mouth."

"Ha ha," Kurt said as he stepped aside for Blaine to come in. "If you must know, we did one of our performances for Mr. Schue, and I don't think anyone liked it, seeing that we were met with food flying at us. It was disgusting. I had to sit the rest of the day in class smelling like a dumpster. I've been waiting for you to get here before taking a shower."

Blaine walked in and turned to face Kurt. "Well, just so you know, you are just as adorable covered in food than without food." He reached up and pulled a noodle out from Kurt's hair. "I'm assuming there was spaghetti for lunch?"

"Yeah, and it doesn't look very good on my designer clothes." He huffed as he turned to stomp up the stairs. "It took a fortune to get this outfit, and it's ruined because Rachel Berry wanted to perform in the cafeteria. Never again will that be happening."

Blaine followed and smiled. "Did you have fun during the performance?"

"That doesn't matter," Kurt snapped, and Blaine grinned. Kurt could overreact sometimes.

They got to Kurt's room, and Blaine shut the door. They had time before Burt got home. He followed Kurt into the bathroom, and took a towel out from closet as Kurt sat down on the toilet seat. Blaine wet the towel to start to wash his boyfriend's face.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked quietly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"I'm helping you clean up." He moved closer to the boy, and rubbed the stain off his cheek.

Kurt's eyelids fluttered shut, and he let Blaine wipe and clean his face. "Thank you for helping me." Blaine smiled as he kissed Kurt's clean nose.

"Isn't that what boyfriends do?" he asked softly, rubbing the towel against the boy's forehead. "You know I like taking care of you. It makes me feel like you need me." He continued wiping Kurt's neck. "Have I ever told you how cute you are when you're dirty?"

"Yeah, I think you just did a few minutes ago, but I can't help it. I tend to radiate all the time. It's what I do," Kurt teased He opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around Blaine's midsection, resting his head against Blaine's stomach. "I just had a really rough day."

"I know," he murmured, running his hands through Kurt's nappy hair. "Here, let's take this dirty shirt off." The boy nodded and sat back, and Blaine pulled off the vest and shirt. "I'm afraid that this isn't salvageable."

Kurt sighed. "It was one of my favorites too." Blaine laughed at the boy and tossed the shirt in the hamper. He figured it couldn't hurt to wash it.

"Are you going to take a shower?" he asked, lacing his fingers with Kurt's as he pulled him up. "I can just wait in your room until you are done. I have until six before I have to leave."

"Yeah," Kurt said as they walked out of the bathroom. Kurt gathered up clothes before heading back in, peaking his head through the crack. "See you when I'm done."

Blaine took that as his opportunity. He laid down on the bed, and tucked his arms behind his head. He looked to the ceiling, and couldn't help but let his mind wonder. The thought of going to McKinley made him excited now. Dalton was his home, but it was his safe place. He needed to face the world because after he graduated, he wouldn't be in a safe place anymore. Honestly, he just wanted to be with Kurt.

He could only hope for his parents' approval because he wanted to transfer. He didn't know why he had the sudden change of heart, but he knew that it would make Kurt so happy, and they could spend the year together before he left for New York. That was the best prize he could ask for.

-2-

Kurt was just having a bad week, and he was so ready for it to be over. He wanted to crawl into his bed and just burrow under all his blankets and sleep everything away. He stopped at his locker before lunch. He had to spray his hair because it was getting a little flimsy.

He grabbed his books before shutting his locker and he heard, "Hey, you." He turned to see Blaine approaching him, and he just felt the weight on his shoulders lift slightly at the sight of his boyfriend.

"Well, aren't you a sight for these sore eyes," he said, leaning against the lockers as Blaine stuck an arm out to rest against them as well.

"Bad day?" he asked nonchalantly, looking down and then back up.

Kurt sighed before pushing away from the lockers. "Bad week, more like it." He reached down to put his books into his bag before he remembered that it was the middle of the day. "Wait, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Warbler practice? You know, putting the fine tuning touches on a new Katy Perry showstopper?"

"Okay, for someone who loves clothes so much, I can't believe you haven't noticed that I'm not in my Warbler outfit." Blaine motioned to himself, and Kurt stopped to finally look.

Something hit him, and suddenly hope bloomed up through his chest as he raised a finger. "Wait. Wait." He stopped, and Blaine smiled that smile that was reserved for him, and Kurt knew. This was Blaine's way of telling him that he transferred, and Kurt couldn't be happier. He threw himself at the boy.

His happiness was short lived because something hit him. He pulled back. "Oh wait. You didn't do this for me, did you? Because if you did this for me, I mean, it'd be very romantic for one, but, I mean, it could lead to resentment, which could lead to anger, which could lead to a horrible, horrible, nasty breakup. Like, you know on the Bachelorette, when we watched it? That was-"

"Hey, hey!" Blaine said over him, calming him down. "I came here for me. Because I can't stand to be apart from the person I love."

Kurt wanted to kiss him, but he held off. He just smiled before shaking his head. This was really happening. "Well, I guess we'll just have to find a way to ease you into the New Directions now, huh?"

"I already have that figured out," Blaine said with a wink, and Kurt didn't know what to think. "Follow me, my good sir."

Kurt nodded, and walked down the hall with his boyfriend. He could hardly contain his happiness and excitement, but he was able to. Blaine led him to the courtyard, and he obviously had something planned because music started when he nodded. It was pure Blaine.

It's not unusual to be loved by anyone

It's not unusual to have fun with anyone

But when I see you hanging about with anyone

It's not unusual to see me cry

Oh, I wanna die.

Kurt managed to make it down the steps to watch at a table with Rachel and Finn. Blaine was prancing along, singing like he owned the song. Like Kurt mentioned before, he had everyone entranced by the first word, tossing his sunglasses to Kurt, who caught them.

It's not unusual to go out at any time

But when I see you out and about, it's such a crime

If you should ever wanna be loved by anyone

It's not unusual – it happens every day

No matter what you say

You find it happens all the time!

Love will never do

What you want it to

Why can't this crazy love be mine?

The cheerios helped Blaine out, dancing along with him, lead by Santana. Kurt was somewhat aware of his stepbrother poking him and asking what was going on, but Kurt just ignored him. Kurt just couldn't believe how adorable his boyfriend was with his dance moves.

It's not unusual to be mad with anyone

It's not unusual to be sad with anyone

But if I ever find that you've changed at anytime

It's not unusual to find out I'm in love with you.

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Oh-oh

Kurt danced with Blaine from his place on the tabletop as he finished the song. People applauded, but it was short lived because the purple piano that was set up burst into flames. Every one was just sorta in shock, and Kurt didn't know what to do. Blaine turned to look at him and shrugged, so Kurt did it back. It wasn't their faults.

-3-

Blaine followed Kurt up the stairs to his room after school. It was weird going right to his house, the drive taking only five minutes instead of sixty. He knew that they would be doing this more often now that he was in Lima now. Westerville wasn't even in the picture anymore. The other good thing was that the house was empty until at least five o'clock.

Kurt didn't bother shutting the door as he walked over to his bed, lying down with a sigh. Blaine couldn't help himself, because it was very enticing to follow. He crawled over to him, and settled next to the boy, Blaine's head resting on Kurt's shoulder and his arm draped over his boyfriend's waist.

They were silent for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Kurt's arm wrapped around him as he rubbed Blaine's back. "I'm just still in shock. I can't believe you transferred to McKinley to be with me. It is hands down the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me."

Blaine smiled as he propped himself up over the boy so he could look into his beautiful eyes. "I just realized that this is your last year before you leave, and I don't want to waste it miles away from you. It was also a way for me to show how serious I am about us."

Kurt smiled, as he reached up to caress Blaine's cheek, rubbing his thumb across the skin. "You…" He shook his head. "I can't believe that I have you, Blaine. I dreamed, for months, about finally having you as a boyfriend, and now that I do, you never fail to amaze me. You are the best boyfriend I could ever imagine to have." He paused before adding, "Plus my dad can't say that we are spending too much time together because we have to now."

Blaine just looked at him lovingly, and then leaned down to kiss Kurt's waiting lips gingerly. He knew that he shouldn't feel a little hint of doubt, but there it was. He pulled back slightly, and Kurt opened his eyes at the lack of contact. "What's wrong?"

He paused before sighing. "There's just something that has been bothering me, and I don't know why."

"You can tell me anything," Kurt said with a smile, and Blaine felt his supportive arms wrap around his waist snuggly.

"Us." Kurt eyes opened impossibly wide, and Blaine realized that he didn't explain fully. "No, not us. I love us, but I just feel like we are just too perfect."

Kurt frowned. "Perfect? What do you mean by that?" He tilted his head, and Blaine smiled. "I'm just not understand why that is bothering you."

"I mean, it's just that we've been in this honeymoon phase since we got together. I just keep waiting for it to all come crashing down, you know? Like we can't be like this forever, can we? It's just that I can't lose you, Kurt. You mean so much to me, and I don't know if I can handle the heartbreak of losing you because you are now a part of me."

"Blaine, you are not losing me," Kurt said with caring eyes. He reached squeezed his arms around Blaine in support. "We are just so perfect for each other that we don't need to fight over stupid things. If you are worried about that, then that will just be all you think about. Let's just enjoy us no matter if we don't fight or if we do. I know we will be able to work anything out because we are meant to be."

"I love you," he cooed, leaning down again to kiss Kurt deeply. He got lost in his boyfriend, moving his lips perfectly with Kurt's. It was a promise of forever, and he couldn't wait to spend that with Kurt

Soon their lips got sore, so Blaine pulled away and kissed Kurt's nose before lying back down, nuzzling into his boyfriend's neck. It was his favorite place to lie. Kurt's heartbeat was steady beneath his ear, and it was precious. He was lulled to sleep, and he didn't fight it because he was safe with Kurt.

Someone clearing his or her throat awakened Kurt. He groaned because he was in the middle of a good dream, and he didn't want to wake up just yet. "Boys, sorry to disturb you, but Kurt your mixer is soon."

That woke him, and he looked up to see his dad standing next to the bed, looking down at them. He didn't seem to be that upset that they were together, with the door shut. In fact, he was smiling softly.

"Dad," Kurt said, trying to sit up, but being stopped by the boy slowly waking up on his stomach. "We weren't doing anything. We just fell asleep."

"I know," he said, nodding. "I'm not upset." He turned to walk to the door. "Oh, and Rachel's here for you, so I'd hurry before she comes up here with guns blaring." With that he walked out of the room, leaving the two boys alone again.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked, finally sitting up. "Where am I?"

Kurt smiled and sat up. "We fell asleep, sweetie." Blaine blinked as he watched Kurt stand. "You are so lucky though. My dad was just in here."

Blaine's eyes opened widely, almost comically. "Did he threaten to kill me?"

"No, he actually wasn't mad at all." Kurt pulled off his shirt to change into another one. "So we caught a break this once. Do you think this looks good to wear tonight?"

"Perfect," Blaine smiled and stood up, picking up his bag. "But it would look good with your Dalton blazer."

Kurt groaned as he crossed the room to his boyfriend. "I am seriously having second thoughts about being your boyfriend right now. Should I break up with you because of that ridiculous remark?"

"You love the blazer," Blaine murmured, eyes bright and wide. "I know you said that you hated them, but you loved them secretly. You can admit it."

"I'm sorry, honey, but no. That was god-awful for my skin tone, although I did appreciate it on your olive skin. There was just nothing to work with, and I'm pretty sure I burned those after I graduated."

"Liar." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling his close. "I know for a fact that they are in your closet. I saw them the other day when I was in there."

"Yeah," Kurt breathed with a smile. "I can't find it in me to get rid of them. They remind me of one of the best moments of my life."

"Oh, and what would that be?"

"Just when the love of my life seemed to finally realize that I'm amazing, and he just kissed me right then and there, over the casket of my dear dead bird."

Blaine looked down before back up. "Oh, Kurt. I'm sorry that it took me so long, but I finally did get my head on straight."

"And I love you," Kurt sighed blissfully. He loved hearing the tone of Blaine's voice when he was so serious and passionate.

"Kurt!" Rachel called from downstairs. "We are going to be late!" Blaine sighed and pulled away. They headed downstairs hand-in-hand, and Rachel was waiting by the door. "Good. It's about time. Hello, Blaine. Are you coming with us?"

"Um, no. I'm just about to head home. Good luck to both of you, and I know you are both going to be spectacular." He paused to kiss Kurt's cheek. "Call me after."

"I will," Kurt promised. Blaine hugged Rachel before the three of them walked out the door. He led Rachel to his car, but stopped before getting in. "Love you!"

"Love you," Blaine giggled back, beaming brightly.

"Oh please," Rachel observed with a knowing smile. "You two are ridiculously sweet."

"Coming from you?" Kurt asked as he got in his car. "I don't think you are allowed to do that, seeing as you and Finn cost us Nationals last year by making out on stage."

"Fine," the girl said crossing her arms. "I just think you two are cute, that's all. Now we need to focus on the night ahead of us. We need to blow these people away."

Kurt nodded and focused on what they needed to do He couldn't wait to see their competition and show them that he, Kurt Hummel, was ten times better than them. He had never been more confident in himself.

Blaine was walking into his room after his shower when he heard his phone ringing. He hurried to his bag and fished for his phone before pulling it out in triumph. He held it up to see who it was, and saw that it was Kurt. He managed to answer it before it could go through to voicemail. "Hey, how was the mixer?"

"Blaine," Kurt's muttered, sounding distraught and distant. Blaine knew something was wrong. "It was absolutely horrible. I've never been more embarrassed in my life."

Blaine looked up concerned. It was never good when Kurt was upset. "Tell me what happened?" He tried to have a soft tone so Kurt wouldn't get too upset.

"They were amazing. This girl, Harmony, who names their daughter Harmony, she forced us to watch them perform, and let me tell you, she could battle Rachel in a sing off and possibly win. It's terrifying knowing that there are people who are better than us just miles away."

"Do you want me to come over?" he asked, hearing Kurt sniff back tears. He knew that it would be best to comfort him in person than on the phone.

"I'm kinda sitting outside your house," he replied quietly. Blaine immediately grabbed his coat. "I didn't want to ring the doorbell because I don't know if your parents would like that their son's boyfriend was visiting at eleven o'clock on a school night."

Blaine was already down the stairs. "I'm coming out." He hung up and slipped out the door, making sure not to make much noise because his parents would flip if they knew Kurt was here this late. He saw Kurt down by his car on the street, leaning against the side.

The boy looked up when he heard Blaine approaching, and he smiled weakly. He pushed away from the car and hurried over to him, wrapping his arms around Blaine. "Blaine."

It was heartbreaking to see Kurt so upset, but Blaine loved to comfort him. "Hey, you." He squeezed him tightly, kissing Kurt's neck. "Tell me what I can do to make you happy again."

Kurt just buried his head in the crook of his neck. After a minute, he whispered, "I just want you to hold me."

"I'm here," he promised. "I'll never let you go. Here, let's go and sit down up by the house so we can be more comfortable." Blaine never let the boy go, keeping one arm wrapped around him as they slowly walked up the driveway. Blaine had a nice big porch on the front of his house with a large bench that was actually very confortable. The settled down, and Blaine pulled his boyfriend close.

Kurt simply rested his head on Blaine's chest, and the surrounding space was quiet with just the sound of the boys' breathing. Kurt sat his head up suddenly, and looked to Blaine. "Thank you, Blaine. Thank you for not prying for answers. It's nice to just sit here and enjoy the silence. It helps forget about the horrible night I had."

Blaine squeezed him. "I'd do anything to help you, and I know that if you want to talk about it you will talk to me when you are ready."

"What if I'm not good enough?" he asked after, sitting back in defeat. "I know I talk so highly of myself and my talent, but seeing all those people tonight, who are just as good, if not better, it terrifies me. What if they get in and I don't?"

"Kurt," Blaine said softly, tugging the boy back into his arms. "They may be good, but I have seen you perform. You are unique in your own way, and I've never seen someone with your talent. You can sing any song you want, hit any pitch you want, and nail it. That is what is so great about you. I didn't see them perform, but I know that you are so much better. If you continue to doubt yourself, then you won't have the confidence to be the star that you are. You will be on Broadway I can almost guarantee it. I'm your biggest supporter."

Blaine watched as he began to form tears in his eyes, and he was beginning to grow worried until he finally smiled. "I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for always being here for me." That was when a tear escaped, falling down the boy's cheek. He reached up to wipe it away, letting his hand settle over the boy's plump cheek. "Don't cry and don't worry."

"I'm crying because I am just so lucky to have you. Thank you." He leaned forward and kissed his lips softly while Blaine carefully leaned into it, dragging it out as long as he could without getting carried away.

"I should get going," Kurt muttered, leaning his forehead against Blaine's. "My dad will probably kill me when I get home, but he will be less angry the sooner I get home."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea because your dad is scary when he's angry," Blaine said, moving to peck him on the lips quickly. "I'll walk you to your car."

They walked hand in hand to the car, Kurt leaning into Blaine for support. "Thank you for the millionth time for being here for me."

"You are very welcome," Blaine insisted. He opened the door. "Drive home safely. Text me when you get there. I want to make sure you are safe and sound in your bed, and hopefully not grounded."

"Okay. I love you, Blaine." He settled in the car, and Blaine shut the door behind him.

He leaned down when Kurt rolled down the window. "I love you more than anything, Kurt. Goodnight." He managed to kiss the boy's lips quickly before standing and backing up.

"Goodnight." He smiled. Blaine got out of the way as he watched the car drive away. He knew that Kurt was a star, he was his star and that was all that mattered right now.

-4-

Blaine hopped down off the piano Friday afternoon and held his hand out for Kurt, who took them instantly. He jumped down and smiled. "Thank you. You were great in your first New Directions' number.

"Not as great as you," Blaine replied. They walked to the group that formed in the middle of the stage, and everyone was so happy and laughing. This is was Kurt had missed during the summer. Rachel grabbed Kurt while Mike took Blaine.

Kurt heard Mike say, "Dude, you doing that cartwheel was epic. What other moves do you got in you, Anderson?" Kurt smiled because he wanted Blaine to not just have him at McKinley, but also make other friends while he was there. He followed Rachel over to the other side.

"Kurt, you know last night when we were so scared about NYADA, well I've come to the realization that we are amazing and talented and we are both getting into that school." She paused. "There's no need in being scared because we both have what it takes to make it big!"

"I know," Kurt said, smiling with her. He looked over to Blaine who was learning a new move from Mike. "Blaine helped me realize that last night. I don't know what I would do with out him."

"Aww," Rachel said sweetly. "I'm so glad that you found him, Kurt. You are so much happier with him. You two are really meant to be, aren't you?"

"I hope so," Kurt murmured. "Now if you excuse me I'm going to go get my man, and we are going to go spend the night together watching movies and cuddling."

She smiled and pushed him to go. He watched him dance swiftly, and Blaine looked noticed before Mike complemented, "Good job, Blaine." He looked to Kurt. "I'll see you guys later."

When he was gone, Kurt walked over to him, smiling. "So my dance star, I was thinking about you and me going to my house to watch a movie and maybe cuddle."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" He reached out and laced his fingers through Kurt's with sincere eyes.

"It's sort of a stay-at-home date, but yes. I just want to lay with you and watch movies without a care in the world. What do you say?"

"I would love nothing more," he said, and they started on their way.

Before they were able to slip upstairs and to complete freedom, Carole's voice stopped them. "Kurt is that you?"

Kurt sighed, but put on a smile as he made his way towards her voice, which was in the living room. "Yeah, Blaine and I are going to go upstairs and watch a couple of movies. Is that okay?"

"I can't see why not," she answered brightly. "Have fun, you two."

"Don't forget that the door stays open, Kurt," his dad reminded gruffly. "I don't want any funny business going on while we are in the house. Be respectful."

"We are just going to watch movies," Kurt automatically. It was like the same speech over and over again with his dad whenever he was home and they wanted to be up in Kurt's room. They got upstairs and ready for the movie, Blaine shutting the door, but leaving a crack so it wasn't technically shut. Kurt picked a movie off the shelf. "Sound of Music?"

"Sounds good," Blaine agreed. They allowed each other to get comfortable on the bed until cuddling up next to each other.

Something caught Kurt's eye, and he sat back. "Here." He reached out, and untied Blaine bowtie and unbuttoned the first two buttons before setting the tie on the table next to his bed. "That way you don't have to worry about choking while we cuddle."

"Or you have better access to my neck?" Blaine teased, a sparkle in his golden eyes. Kurt squatted him playfully.

"Movie," Kurt sighed, settling down into Blaine's side. It was his favorite place to lay. He played the movie and just relaxed, while Blaine held him, legs tangled and hands interlocked.

They had already watched the movie two times together, but it was still nice to watch it again. Blaine knew how much the movie meant to Kurt, and Kurt knew that Blaine loved the songs by the way he always had to sing them. Halfway through, Kurt found his eyes drooping, and he was fighting sleep. He had a big day, and it was only seven, but he was exhausted. He fought as long as he could, but ended up losing the battle, drifting off to sleep in his boyfriend's arms. He didn't know that Blaine slipped into unconsciousness a few minutes later.

Burt and Carole made their way upstairs later that night, not hearing from the boys made Burt suspicious, so he decided to check on them before they retired to their room for the night. The door wasn't closed, but as Burt opened it, he couldn't help but smile at the picture he saw. His son was sound asleep in Blaine's arms, the title screen to the Sound of Music on the TV.

"We need to wake them up," Burt said quietly. He liked that Kurt was happy, but Blaine would not be spending the night.

"Don't be silly," she whispered. "They are both sound asleep, and if Blaine had to get up and drive, he might get in an accident. He can sleep here, Burt. There is no harm in it, and I know his parents would want him to. Look at how peaceful your son is."

He was going to protest, but she threw him a look. He knew that she was right, but he didn't like the fact that Kurt was growing up. He had a boyfriend and was going to be moving out. It was hard to watch. She moved in the room and shut the TV off, then covered both boys up with Kurt's comforter. She shut the door as she came out.

"Door open," Burt said to her.

"They are not going to be doing anything tonight, dear. I know you seem to think that they are doing things, but I'm almost positive that the farthest they have gotten is just making out. Kurt is a smart boy, and if they are doing things, he won't have sex with someone unless he loves him and trusts him. You know for a fact that Blaine is that for him, so let them be teenagers for once and sleep over. The door can stay shut, and I know that they won't be doing something, but if they do…they love each other and respect us enough to keep it quiet."

Burt gave her a look. "Just trust him, Burt. It's Kurt's decision, not yours. They will be doing things like that eventually, and you won't be able to stop it just by saying door's open. It'll be fine for tonight. Now you go call Blaine's parent's while I will get the bed ready."

"Fine."

He knew that she was right, and he did trust Kurt. He also trusted Blaine because he saw the way the boy looked at his son. They would be moving forward in their relationship soon, if they already haven't, and Burt would support them no matter what. That's just who he was.