Authors Note:

My first fanfiction ever! Hope you like the start of it, I am not sure whether to continue it or not.

Disclaimer: I do not own the show Glee or any of it's characters, story-lines, or actors. This story is for fan purposes only.

Kurt slammed the front door to his house and threw his Burberry messenger bag on the living room couch. He stood in the middle of the still room, and then ran his

fingers through his hair to loosen the gel a little. Kurt may go to McKinley now, but he still couldn't leave behind that little piece of Dalton.

With a heavy sigh he yelled, "DAD?" Nobody responded.

Finn was at football practice and his Dad was probably on one of his "post marriage" dates with his new wife Carol. Date. The word put a pit in his stomach. A pit that said Blaine. The two hadn't been on a date for over 3 weeks now. In fact, barely any words had been exchanged at all since the Sam mix-up.

The memory caused his mouth to run dry and he crossed over to the kitchen. It felt like only yesterday, when he and Blaine had their first real fight. A fight that really counted. The bickering over solos and sex education was nothing, absolute grains of sand compared to the pain he felt almost a month ago.

As Kurt filled up a glass with water, it all flooded back to him, unable to stop.

"HOW could YOU do this to me?" Blaine yelled as he threw down his books on the table. Kurt froze. He didn't know what was going on. His heart beat quickened waiting for Blaine to explain.

"You know, I should've know. I should've KNOWN I didn't mean enough to you! Like you going back to McKinley wasn't hard enough. You just couldn't resist could you?"

Oh. God. Finn must have told him something.

Think Kurt, think he told himself. He froze again. He thinks I cheated on him. With Sam. That night I asked him to help me with a surprise for Finn. He must have seen us together alone in the house. Oh god, oh god.

Kurt knew that Blaine was near impossible to reason with when he was this angry. "Blaine, you have to listen to me..." but he was cut off. "LISTEN to you? Oh you mean like I originally listened to you? I can't even deal with this right now. Forget it. I'll see you around." And with that he was gone as quick as he came.

Kurt snapped back into reality. Blaine should have trusted Kurt. He should have known that the words "I'll never say goodbye to you." actually was the truth! Because Blaine was now a part of him, whether he liked it or not.

All their friends saw was a normal teen couple. Well, as normal as a gay couple could be in an Ohio town. But they never got to see how much they talked together in private. How much they had bonded in the short amount of time they knew each other.

Kurt walked out of the kitchen and back into the front room. Sitting his water on the table, he slumped into the couch and buried his face in his hands.

Why is this happening... his thought was interrupted by the slam of the front door.

Oh Dad must be home. But Kurt didn't remove his head from his hands. Silence rang through the room as he sat down next to Kurt. But the weight pressing on the couch wasn't heavy enough. He peeked through his hands and saw it. The shine of dress shoes. The hem of pants that were once too long. Slowly making his way up he doesn't see his father, he sees HIM. But the blazer was off and sitting next to Kurt's bag, where it belonged. Blaine just stared at him with that lost, abandoned puppy look on his face.

Oh god I can't resist the face and he knows it.

"Kurt." he whispered. "Please." it came out as a squeak.

Kurt just stared at Blaine in shock. By habit he started to trace a loose curl with his eyes.

Snap out of it Kurt he doesn't trust you remember?

"Kurt you know what I'm about to say. I know you didn't hook up with Sam I know you are true I knew it I knew it I KNEW it! Okay? I always knew! Do you understand how much a care about you? A hell of a lot! And, and, and..." Blaine was ramping up now.

Kurt eyed his glass on the table as Blaine continued.

"Please. Just please. You have to understand how I am with these kinds of things. I am not good at romance, I told you that. Warned you in fact. I knew I would screw things up somehow. I overreact because of my past and you of all people know that. You have to believe me you have to. I-" but his frantic attempt at apology was cut short as Kurt threw his water all over Blaine.

The water completely undid his hair, releasing curls everywhere. His long black eyelashes dripped and the water ran down his unmoving face and onto his dress shirt. The white one.

Oh god bad idea it's gonna be see-through I should have thought of that.

Without a word Kurt casually sliped off Blaine's tie and gently laid it down on his blazer. Blaine still hadn't moved an inch.

"Blaine." Kurt said, strongly. Confidently. He hesitated.

"Blaine..." he repeated, softer.

His wet eyes darted, but relaxed quickly. Kurt slowly took Blaine's hand, as if to absorb the wetness, the sorrow. He softly kissed his cheek, then gazed into his tired eyes and whispered,

"Blaine Anderson, you exaggerated, foolish worrier."

Then Kurt brushed his lips on Blaine's cheek, as tenderly as he could. Because just a touch mean a lot to him. But Blaine was never one to hold back. So, naturally he tried to kiss Kurt back , but Kurt jerked back causing a hurt and confused look to cross Blaine's face. He made a shhh motion with his finger. Yep, that was definitely his dad at the door.

"Quick!" he hissed, "Room, go, NOW!"

Thankfully Blaine didn't question him and he snatched his things on the way to Kurt's room.

"Kurt! We're home!" Burt stared at the incomprehensibly suave Kurt. Then at the dark spot on the carpet. Then at Kurt.

"Son, why is the carpet wet?"