Kurt absent-mindedly tapped his fingers on the smooth, dark mahogany table, where a few scattered books lay. He stared off into the distance, as he felt Blaine's hand brush across his.

Kurt looked up into Blaine's confused, searching eyes. Kurt quickly looked away, as he felt them burning into him. Kurt looked down, and started tapping his fingers again.

"Kurt?" Blaine said sweetly. He was obviously confused. Kurt was usually chatting about songs they should sing in glee, or lecturing Blaine on his fashion sense.

But today, something was different. Kurt's eyes were no longer filled with joy, but had a lost look. Blaine inched closer to Kurt and grabbed Kurt's hand.

"Kurt…what's wrong?" Blaine said quietly; for they weren't alone.

Kurt half smiled, his body spread with warmth when Blaine's hand wrapped around his. Kurt's eyes were apologetic as if to say, sorry for being distant. Kurt straightened up and said in a clear, strong voice, "Can we go somewhere, alone?"

Blaine seemed a bit taken aback. He and Kurt talked about anything, wherever whenever. This made Blaine quite nervous. Was Kurt going to break up with him? Tell him that his dad simply loathed him, therefore he had to? Blaine's heart started racing, and he felt himself growing green. He swallowed a rather large lump in his throat and weakly said, "Sure."

Kurt and Blaine stood up, gathered their books, and walked outside to a quite sun room that was usually deserted. Kurt sat down on a cushioned bench, and Blaine slid in next to him. Kurt took a deep breath before speaking and finally said, "It's Finn."

Blaine sighed with relief, but immediately felt guilty, realizing something about Finn was obviously troubling Kurt deeply. Yet, Blaine could not help but feel a surge of happiness, because their relationship was not on the line.

Bravely, Kurt spoke again. "He's been absolutely distant lately, more distant than usual. He's not even looking at me, let alone talking to me. I— I just, feel like a bad brother." Kurt looked drained. He exhaled deeply, and buried his face in his hands. Blaine thought he even heard a sniffle.

"You're not a bad brother, Kurt. Just the fact that you're sitting here, so worried about him, makes you a better brother than most guys. Have you tried, I don't know, striking up a conversation with him?" But as soon as Blaine said it he realized how stupid of a question it was. Did he not know Kurt at all? Kurt had probably tried everything, talking about football, girls, or whatever Finn was into.

"Every night, Blaine." Kurt said, his face still hidden, although Blaine was now sure he was crying. Blaine slid closer to Kurt and placed his arm around him.

"I'm worried about him. He doesn't really have a best friend; He's alone all the time. He only descends from his room to watch a game with my dad, and even then he's quiet." Kurt continued, now in a full out sob.

Blaine lifted Kurt's head up gently. Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair and touched his cheeks. Kurt looked up, his eyes red, and teary.

Blaine slowly inched closer to Kurt's face, and kissed his cheek. Kurt smiled; it was as if he had never been crying at all. His face lit up immediately.

"Look, Kurt, why don't I come home with you sometime, maybe I'll try to talk to Finn." Blaine knew that it wasn't a very good idea. Blaine had barely talked to Finn, and asking his about what was going on, might not be the easiest.

But he'd do anything for Kurt.

"Are – are you sure?" Kurt said, quite surprised. Blaine had never said anything about going to his home before; in fact he had only been there when he was too drunk to drive home.

"Yeah, I mean I think its good I get to know your family better anyway."

Kurt was absolutely awe-struck. Blaine wanted to get to know his family? This was a very good sign, thought Kurt. It was as if all the sadness in him left and Kurt perked up.

He took Blaine by the hand and led him out of the sun room. They walked to the parking lot where Kurt's dad had been waiting. Kurt sighed angrily, as he wouldn't get to kiss Blaine in private. Why couldn't his dad just give him his own car?

Kurt hugged Blaine quickly, much to his displeasure. He would've loved a goodbye kiss. Kurt walked quickly to his dad.

Burt was waiting impatiently. He had work to do. Even so, he did not dare interrupt Kurt and Blaine's goodbye. Burt half-smiled as he saw Kurt walking down the parking lot, erupting with glee. It was great to see his son happy again.

"Er— how was school, son?" Burt asked awkwardly.

"Okay. I've got a big science test coming up, so when we get home, I'll probably be in my room for awhile."

Burt could see this was a fib, and that Kurt simply wanted to be alone. He pretended he was clueless, like he always did.

"That's my boy! Hey, I'm really proud of you, Kurt." Burt exclaimed, patting Kurt on the back. Kurt smiled slightly, and took a short breath before releasing his next words.

"Dad…uhm… would you mind maybe, having Blaine over for dinner?" Kurt looked away from his dad quickly. He knew his dad didn't exactly love Blaine.

Burt rubbed his neck uncomfortably. Just because Blaine wasn't exactly his favorite person, he wasn't going to say no. From the look in Kurt's eyes, he could see how much this meant to him. Burt smiled and "sure" was all he said, and didn't mention anything about Kurt's "science test."

Kurt immediately texted Blaine.

Hey babe, Dad says you can come over for dinner. When's best for you? Kurt hit send and anxiously awaited Blaine's reply.

Ten minutes had passed and Blaine still hadn't texted. He began to grow nervous. Was he coming on too strong? Was the "babe" too much? Kurt checked his messages time and time again. He was relieved when his phone buzzed, five minutes later.

Hey hun, how about tonight? Sorry I couldn't get back to you earlier.

Kurt ran up to his room, so he could squeal in private. Blaine had just called him 'hun'.

Kurt could just imagine him saying it. Kurt flung himself onto his bed and held his phone to his chest lovingly. Blaine, I will love you forever, he thought.

Sounds wonderful. Seven? Kurt replied, after a couple of minutes of squeals, and loving sighs. Wow, Blaine is coming over tonight. What am I doing sitting here? I have to get ready! Kurt thought, and jumped up quickly. He jumped in the shower, before Blaine could text back, so he would smell intriguing and look fresh. He spent a good thirty minutes in the shower, and then started to blow dry his hair very carefully when he got out. He put his regular product in and then, started to cook, as he could not rely on his dad in that area.

While the food cooked, Kurt realized he hadn't even checked his phone to see if Blaine had confirmed seven tonight. Kurt ran upstairs and grabbed his phone; there was a new text, from Blaine.

It would have to be five… that okay?

Kurt texted back that it would be fine, not even thinking about what time it was. Kurt was still in his fluffy white robe, not to mention he had not even picked out an outfit. It had to be perfect, it had to say oh hey Blaine, I just threw this on. It had to look effortless, but of course it still had to be classy.

He had much experience in the days when he would try to dress to impress Finn; so luckily it didn't take him very long to work out an outfit.

Then, just as he was looking at himself in the mirror to make sure every bit of him looked perfect, the doorbell rang. Kurt's eyes grew wide with surprise. Dinner! It's not ready! Is that Blaine? WHAT TIME IS IT?