A/N: So this is going to be my first chapter fic! I don't know how long it will be, but I'm shooting for a least five chapters. We'll see. Anyways, I really tried not to bash Adam, he seems like a nice guy, but I couldn't help myself... Klaine forever!

Spoilers: recent season four episodes

Warnings: slight Adam bashing

thoughts

"talking"

Enjoy!

Kurt baked his famous red velvet cake with cream-cheese frosting, both made from scratch.

Of course he also made dinner, he had Rachel handle the appetizers and drinks (but he watched her like a hawk), while he made everything else. But the important part was the desert. They had very special guests for dinner today. Kurt tried to convince himself that it was because it was the first time Adam would be meeting his family and he needed it to be perfect, and the best way to start it off was with his cooking. He knew his dad would have missed it, and that's the easiest way (that Kurt could think of) to ease Burt "Starsky" Hummel into the blow of meeting Adam. (Who had pushed his way into the dinner plans once Kurt had mentioned that his family would be coming into town, despite Kurt not thinking it was a good idea; even if they had been "dating" for almost six months.)

But it was the desert that was the most important element. (Though secretly, the blue-eyed teen refused to admit it to himself; even when he could tell everyone else knew. Except Adam, he would not understand the significance.)

The teen worked the longest on the cake. Pulling out his good baking wear, using the round pans instead of the normal rectangle, only name brand ingredients, beating the batter until it was fluffy, repeating the process with the icing, making extra sure that the cakes did not burn and pulled them out of the pans to cool, cutting off the rounded top so that he could layer them, covering them in the icing and using a zip-lock bag as a make-shift piping bag. It had to be perfect.

Santana had come into the kitchen at some point, and sat at the table, watching him silently. He could see the understanding in her gaze every time he looked over at her. There was no pity or sympathy, just silence and the unwavering feeling of support.

Rachel was not so forgiving. She had come in to start making the appetizers like he had told her, but when she saw the cooling cakes—"Oh, Kurt." It took her a good fifteen minutes for her to stop crying and collect herself so she could cook; but Kurt was left with stolen glances from her, all sad eyes and pathetic sniffs. Rachel Berry never did like making anything easy... for anyone.

But desert was the most important part.

So Kurt focused all his energy into it. So what if his chicken was a little dry, or that the sauce was just a tad bland (his dad did not need too much salt anyways), or that he almost burnt the asparagus; the cake was perfect. That's all that mattered.

Because it was Blaine's favorite.

Burt had told him two weeks ago that Blaine had been talking about coming up to apartment hunt, and that he had offered to come with the young man because he did not want him doing something like that alone. (His first apartment, and his parents only said not to break more than two thousand a month. Not offered to come with him, not offered to look for him; just do not go over budget. How Kurt still hated them.) Then the whole family was going, because he was still Blaine; and the Hudson-Hummel's still cared about him.

It set shivers up his spine every time he thought about it. How easy it would be for Blaine to be with Kurt again. To be his again. How so many things would not change. It thrilled Kurt, excited him... and it scared him.

But desert was still important.

Even when Adam showed up early (Kurt had not even started to get ready yet!), a full hour before his family (and Blaine) were supposed to arrive, and he just told the older boy to sit on the couch until he was finished. Which he did. But uncomfortably, because he was still not used to the brutal nature that was Santana "Satan" Lopez and her unfiltered mouth.

After a short while of debating on putting a message on the cake for Blaine, No, too much. Adam is here. Kurt rushed off behind his curtain to get ready. He was already showered, but he did wash his face quickly and go through his facial routine while looking over the three outfits he had picked out last night to wear. I can only pick one. But which one is the one.

He settled on the one that he knew Blaine (Adam, he meant Adam) would like the most. White skinny jeans that hugged his legs and butt like a second skin, a simple white tank that accented his collar bones perfectly and then he pulled on his indigo Rebecca Taylor perforated wool sweater (it brought out the color of his eyes), the one that hung off his shoulders and had holes for his thumbs. But it was not until he pulled on his matching indigo Jimmy Choo boots, that Kurt could admit to himself... he was doing this for Blaine. Adam did not understand his obsession with fashion, his obsession for designers, why he even worked for Vogue when he had NYADA.

But he had to push those thoughts from his head. He was not with Blaine anymore. He was with Adam. Even so, Kurt still went on to do his hair the way Blaine liked, putting on the cologne he liked.

Then something occurred to him as he looked himself over in the mirror. Could he be doing this out of spite? Purposefully looking his best so Blaine would feel bad about what he lost?

No. No, he was looking his best for Blaine.

Like Blaine was coming home for the first time after a long business trip.

I'll never get over you, will I? Kurt thought as he looked over himself one last time. I'll always want to look perfect around you because I... just feel the need to. He shook his head lightly, careful not to mess up his hair, And I shouldn't. At least not towards you.

But everything had to be perfect.

Especially desert.

Because Blaine was coming.

And it was supposed to be their wedding cake.

Santana greeted him with a wolf-whistle when he finally emerged; even Rachel checked him out and gave him an appraising look. Adam though... he looked interested enough, but Kurt could see that he did not understand the sweater. It was written all over his face, "Why are you wearing a girl sweater, Kurt?" The blue-eyed teen tried to ignore it; it would just take Adam time to get it. But there was a dark corner of Kurt's mind that would not let go, Blaine gets it. Blaine gets me.

His family arrived right on time.

The apartment occupants (particularly Kurt) were happy to see their guests were safe; Kurt went on taking their jackets and hanging them on the rack next to the door in a flurry of nervous movement. He was so happy to see his family that he let the fact his dad picked him up when he hugged him slide (his worry for his father's heart could be put aside for a few minutes), because it felt so good to have those comforting arms around him again. Carol and Finn (who also picked him up, and maybe swung him around a few times) got their time in on hugging too, each moving on to greet the other two tenants. Leaving Kurt to greet the last of them... Blaine.

He looked awkward, arms shifting forward but not reaching out for a hug, not sure it would be welcome. (Blaine wore a black polo shirt with the top button undone—bow-tie-less—and a white sweater vest, with bright blue skinny jeans with the ends rolled up passed his ankles, and white Sperrys.) Kurt ended that though, wrapping his arms around the other boy's shoulders (just like he used to). They just breathed each other in for a few seconds, knowing that they would have to pull apart before their embrace spoke of more than 'friends'. But Kurt could not help but whisper in the teen's ear, "I missed you." at the same time Blaine said, "You look good, Kurt."

Pulling back from the shorter teen, Kurt's cheeks went red (whether from his admission or the complement, he did not know).

"Dinner is ready," he said, looking out over the people in the room, "but before then." Kurt swept his arm towards Adam (he did not move over to him because he was closer to the kitchen where he was currently standing, not because he did not want to separate himself from Blaine), "This is Adam, m—"

"Boyfriend," the older man cut him off, reaching straight to take Burt's hand, "Nice to meet you, sir."

"Pleasure," Burt responded back stiffly.

Kurt quickly worked through the introductions, needing the medium of food to ease the tension in the room (and Blaine), because the teen knew his dad—and Burt did not like Adam. He really did not understand why though, Adam seemed like he was being polite enough (but Burt had always been over-protective).

Soon enough, Rachel was helping Kurt lay the food out on the already set table. It was only when he set down the last plate did he realized what had been done with the seating arrangement. There were only two spots available (which he knew was going to happen, there was eight people and their table sat eight), but both of them put him close to Blaine in some way. Either he would sit between his dad (who sat at the head of the table) and Blaine, across from Carol, or he sat between Carol and Adam, across from Blaine.

But when Kurt turned to glare at his dad and Finn, he only got a shrug from the first and a guilty look towards Santana from the latter. To her credit, when Kurt turned to glare at her, she only smirked on evilly from her spot next to Blaine and Finn (who sat at the other end of the table). He glanced at Adam, only to find him looking uncomfortably at his satanic roommate who sat herself across from him.

Then Kurt met Blaine's eyes.

The other teen shrugged and gave him an apologizing look, which Kurt met with a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes; as if to say, "It's not your fault that my family is so easily roped into Satan's tricks."

So the blue-eyed teen sat next to his boyfriend (across from Blaine), knowing that it may be a little obvious that he was going to stare at hazel eyes throughout dinner. He did try to share his gaze equally among the dinner party, but he always found his eyes meeting Blaine's (who did not even bother hiding he was only looking at Kurt); even when Adam put his hand on his knee, Kurt only spared him a glare to chastise him (His father was right there! Blaine was sitting across from him!). Though, Kurt did get a feeling that Blaine knew what Adam had done when his eyes flickered to the other man, giving him a blank stare before moving back to meet Kurt's blue-eyes.

At least the tone of dinner slowly changed, becoming less tense as Kurt's family actively asked questions about school and Kurt returned with his own about the apartment hunting (seeing as how that is where they came from).

"Not too bad, there are some potential places in Greenpoint, but Williamsburg has the better neighborhoods with apartments right now, they are just expensive," Blaine said quietly, beginning to shift his food around his plate.

"What about Bushwick?" -Oh, Santana. You are -so- not subtle.-

"Oh!" Rachel exclaimed excitedly, "There is an apartment that opened up in our building! Remember Kurt?" The blue-eyed teen shot her a look that clearly said: "Shut up!"; but Rachel was known for giving facial ques, not for picking up on them. "You went and checked it out last week when it first listed."

All eyes turned to Kurt as he found himself blushing from cheeks to chest. "Yeah I did, Rachel," he glared at her, and did not even bother hiding it, "But it is out of Blaine's price range and too big for just one person."

"How big is it?"

Kurt blinked at his father, brows frowning, "Seventeen-hundred square feet."

"Descent size," Burt whispered, nodding. "Loft?" He hummed to himself as he continued to nod when his son confirmed, "What about the price?"

"Twenty-eight, way out of range. Besides," he tried to ignore the reheating of his cheeks when he noticed Blaine was looking straight at him, and stopping his hand from pushing his own food around the plate (a stupid habbit that he had picked up from his ex), "if he's going to rent that close to us, he might as well live here. With us." With me.

He knows he is getting shocked looks, but he would rather stare at his food than actually see them or the smug look on Santana's. Kurt just knows she has the biggest shit-eating-grin on her (stupid) face right now, mainly because he knew her and she did not even try to hide it from her voice, "Our place is big enough, isn't it? But even bigger place wouldn't be so bad. Less likely to hear... noises at night."

I hate you so much, Satan.

"Twenty-eight split four ways—" Rachel was typing something out on her phone, Burt looking over at the screen before a smile lit up on his face; which caused Blaine to lean over in curiosity too. "That's more than a hundred dollars less a month than what we pay now! Plus more space! Oh! This is going to be great! I'll contact the land-lady tomorrow!"

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Why is this happening?! Kurt just shook his head slowly, panic starting to set in making his hands shake violently, Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why did you just have to go check out that apartment?! You knew it was a bad idea! You have Adam! You can't keep pining over Blaine...

"Um, Rachel?" Blaine spoke up softly, fingers carding against the back of his neck nervously... At least that is what Kurt saw last before he realized he was looking a little too intensely at his ex, so he looked down again. At his stupid shaking hands. "I don't think that—"

"Cake!"

All eyes turned to Finn at his outburst, his eyes were wide with nervousness and unease, but Kurt caught how his hand flew to his side and rubbed it slightly, how his dark-eyes glanced at Santana before looking back over the table.

"I was told there would be cake." Another glance at Santana before his back jerked straighter, his long legs hitting the underside of the table and a brief grimace of pain, "I just figured... since we were all done, we could eat cake too."

Despite knowing the truth, Kurt decided that he would ease his brother's mind, because he could see the hurt coming to him from Santana if someone did not intervene. Because Santana was vicious and Finn was never good at playing along with anything; especially when he had to come up with it on the spot.

"Great idea, Finn, we can all move to the living-room," when he stood to start collecting the plate he noticed Blaine hesitate before he also began to stand (to help Kurt), but Adam jumped up beside him and collected Finn's and Santana's plates (flinching only slightly at her glare). Kurt smiled gently at his boyfriend, turning away after he collected his own half of the plates (he did and did not want to see the reaction to his next statement), "I made red-velvet, homemade. And yes, dad, you still get to have a piece but I'm scrapping off most of the icing."

(Those who were left at the table could not help but notice how Blaine froze from pushing in his chair, hazel-eyes going wide as they turned and watched Kurt move around the kitchen. Hope clearly showing in his vulnerable gaze.)

Kurt cut the cake carefully into even pieces, placing them onto small tea plates that he already had set up on a serving platter (they were all plastic, but it was the fact they looked better than paper plates). True to his word, he cut his dad a piece and scrapped off most of the icing front the top and sides, leaving only the filling between the layers. He managed to fit six plates onto the platter by the time he was done, which was fine because Adam could carry the other two (the way he was hovering was beginning to make Kurt feel vindictive towards the man—Kurt needed space!).

"Here we are!" He could not help but smile as he passed out the desert, he was proud of his cooking skills and how with each piece he got a genuine smile from whoever he gave it to... then there was only Blaine. Blue-eyes glanced at the empty chair next to the other teen and felt a jolt of happiness (he's feelings on this whole Blaine-situation kept changing throughout the night, why stop it?) Kurt lifted the plate from the platter and held it out for Blaine to take while he sat down, "Last, but not least."

Blaine took the plate with eager hands, blinking down at the red and white desert in disbelief, "Thank you, K—"

"Here you are, my love!"

Kurt jumped when he suddenly had a piece of cake shoved into his face, his eyes snapped up to look at Adam, clearly shocked... and upset. He really had not imagined the hostility Adam was showing towards Blaine, and that was just upsetting to Kurt; just not for the right reason. He took the cake anyways. "Thanks..." he muttered, trying his hardest not to glare at Adam. Not only had it been exceedingly rude to interrupt Blaine like that, he had practically shoved something in Kurt's face! Not okay! (Adam was also being mean to Blaine by acting the way he was and Kurt had always been very protective of Blaine ever since the Sadie Hawkins story, but Kurt tried to wean away those feeling/thoughts... Blaine was not his and it would be wrong to get mad at Adam for something he did to Blaine.)

Oh, how wrong he was.

Kurt only saw it after he already stuck a fork into his slice of cake, but once he did—his whole world stopped. "Adam... what is that?" Adam. It had to be Adam. Who else would do it? Who else would have had the chance, the opportunity? He barely registered that his boyfriend (of only six months!) was smiling brightly at him as he moved into a kneeling position in front of Kurt. "Oh, my... What are you doing?!"

"Kurt Hummel," Adam smiled bigger, shuffling forward on his knees to take the ring from the icing on the cake, licking any that clung to the metal. Ew, ew, ew! Do NOT put that on my finger! "Will you do me the great honor... of becoming my husband?"

I can't breathe! Icantbreathe... "I—" No! Don't say that out loud! "—don't know what to say."

A/N: Well, that was a little bit of a cliff-hanger. Next chapter will be half Burt's and Blaine's POV. So that should be interesting. I have barely started it, so I don't know when I will post it... but I'll be safe and say next Friday.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Until next time!

-Anjel Starlight