AN: I DO NOT OWN GLEE!

A character study on Kurt and Blaine's relationship and the people themselves through the deration of season 3; more specifically, the end of the episodes. Cannon, for now, but may change as episodes come out…

R&R!

P.S: Notice, the abbreviation for this fiction would be BtK, which kind of looks like B+K! See, there's a method to my madness :D Also, the prologue is right after "The Purple Piano Project". I felt that episode was a prologue to season 3, so it's the prologue of the story!

EDIT: This chapter is now revised, but I did it myself with no beta, so if there are still typos and such, I'm sorry.

Prologue: The Purple Piano Project

Ever sense Blaine was little he'd been obsessed with schedules.

He always planned big days months in advance and even had daily schedules so he knew what he was doing at all times. He even planned his relaxation time, and usually there wasn't very much of it.

It had been how his father raised him, and now it was just how he was; except when he was with Kurt, that is.

It was almost like Kurt's sole purpose in life was to interrupt Blaine's plans, ever sense they'd met on that staircase what seemed like a million years ago. He would randomly call with set ups for coffee dates (and later, other dates too) only hours or sometimes minutes in advance when they were together.

Blaine didn't really mind this as much as one might think, despite his teasing that Kurt was going to drive him insane with all his spontaneous-ness. Especially not now, sitting between Kurt's legs while said countertenor absentmindedly twirled Blaine's curls around his figures, his other arm wrapped protectively around the shorter males waist as a movie they'd seen a hundred times played in the background.

Blaine had planned to go home right after his first day at McKinley, try to talk to his father only to be ignored as was custom, then call Kurt (if Kurt wasn't busy, that is), before doing homework and going to bed after texting Kurt 'goodnight'.

He had been much more tired than he'd anticipated though, having forgotten the routines and overall insanity of public school, having only thought about Kurt and him when transferring. He hadn't felt at all like going home to be ignored because he loved Kurt; he just felt like sleeping, preferably cuddled up with his boyfriend.

Kurt had taken one look at him and just seemed to know, grabbing Blaine's hand and silently pulling him into his Navigator and driving them to the Hummel-Hudson's, holding Blaine's hand and gently rubbing his thumb against the golden-eyed boy's knuckles the whole time.

"I love you Kurt." Blaine mumbled, eyes half-closed, wanting to drown in this feeling of comfort and love, here in Kurt's arms.

Blaine let out a content sigh when Kurt dropped a kiss on the top of his head and replied "I love you too" with so much warmth and sincerity Blaine wanted to cry.

This was way he'd transferred, this feeling of safety and love; the knowledge that no matter how bitchy or riled Kurt got, he'd always take care of him.

Blaine wanted at least one more year of that feeling, though the apprehension of Kurt's graduation looming constantly over him.

'And then he'll leave to New York and I'll be alone again.' His thoughts whispered dangerously.

The dark haired boy turned slightly so he could nuzzle his face into Kurt's warm chest.

In response Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's waist, running his fingers soothingly across the younger boys scalp.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered after a while to his nearly asleep boyfriend.

"Hmm?" Blaine asked, cracking one eye open to peer up at Kurt's beautiful blue-green orbs.

"I have no idea what movie we're watching right now."

Blaine could help but smile. "Me either." He admitted.

They both laughed the force of which nearly knocking Kurt on his back, much to Blaine's amusement.

And then Kurt was kissing him, and feeling of total rightness settled over them both. Blaine relished in the feel of the soft yet firm lips covering his, moving gently in sync with his own.

When they broke apart, Kurt rested their forehead together, making Blaine shiver slightly at the feel of Kurt's breath ghosting over his lips.

"I wish we could be like this forever" Blaine thought aloud softly, as though talking too loud would shatter the peaceful moment.

"Be like what, baby?" Kurt wondered just as quietly. Blaine couldn't help but smile at the pet name, a wonderful feeling blooming in his chest.

"Just…" Blaine trailed off, unable to think of a word to rightly describe something so perfect. "Never leave, Kurt." He finished lamely.

'Shit! Now Kurt's going to think I'm desperate and clingy and he'll break up with me and-'

Kurt kissed him out of his thoughts, replacing Blaine's worry with the taste of coffee and liquorish and something just uniquely Kurt.

"Didn't I tell you?" Kurt asked softly, both arms wrapped around his boyfriend now. "I'll never say goodbye to you."

And just like that, everything was as it should be, and Blaine felt his worry slowly ebbing away; for now at least.