"Can you just call me when you get this? Please? Goodnight." Blaine played back Kurt's message later that night. Part of him wanted to call him right away and get everything straightened out. But, there was another part of him that wanted to make Kurt have to think it through himself. He sensed that he needed to make a few choices on his own terms.

The nicer side of him won this time, so he gave Kurt a call.

"Blaine. Thank you for calling. Can we meet up somewhere? I need to talk to you."
"Sure, babe. Where?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure my house is off limits for a while."
"Come here, then. My parents are gone."

"Alright. I'll be there in a few."

A slight drizzle started to fall as Kurt walked out to his car. He had never been so nervous in his entire life because of what he was about to go do.

He almost couldn't open the car door after pulling into Blaine's driveway. After a couple minute long self-pep talk, Kurt built up the courage to get out and face things straight on.

"Kurt. Come on in." Blaine smiled, answering Kurt's rapid knock at the door.

"Hey, Blaine. I needed to see you face to face so that I can apologize for how low I was about last night."

"Please, sit. But, you don't have to apologize. I see where you're coming from. Your dad can be a little tough sometimes, and I get it."

"No. Blaine. Well, I mean. Yes, I apologize for that, but that's not really what I wanted to say."

Blaine's confusion heightened as he tried to pick out what else Kurt had to be sorry about.

"Last night was incredible, and it meant a lot to me, just like I hope it meant a lot to you."
"Of course it meant a lot to me." Blaine insisted.

"But, I feel like I haven't been very truthful about the way I feel about you. Because, I'm scared of my dad's reaction."

"What do you mean?" Worry was evident in his voice.

"Blaine," Kurt turned to face him, and grabbed his hands, "I feel like I've been a bit overdue about telling you something that you really need to hear." With a deep breath, Kurt finally said it. "I'm in love with you, Blaine. I…I love you. I should have told you so long ago, but I didn't know how."

Blaine was relieved beyond belief. Kurt had finally said it, and it felt so right.

That charming smile that Kurt had learned to love so much spread across Blaine's face.

"Well, Kurt. You know how much I love you. So, I guess I don't have anything more to tell you."

"Don't worry about it." Kurt laughed, leaning in to press his lips to Blaine's.

Kurt's mind was clear of all of his worries, if only for the moment.

Kurt really wished he and Blaine could just sit and talk about the situation with his father. Although Blaine knew how Burt felt, he didn't know how Kurt felt. But, with as sensitive of a topic as this was for Kurt, it wasn't going to seem to happen that easily. Blaine figured he'd just have to convince Kurt that whatever was a problem for him, was a problem they shared.

Lying back on the reclining couch, Blaine started softly singing to Kurt.

"You make me feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream. The way you turn me on. I can't sleep. Let's run away and don't ever look back."

Blaine's voice had the ability to melt Kurt's heart. Ever since they'd first met, he had yet to hear anything else like it. Even his own voice was nowhere near the caliber of Blaine's. Sure, they could sing together with the Warblers and bring people to their feet, but everyone knew who was the one outshining the other.

To anyone else, this would be incredibly upsetting, but when that same guy can turn around and serenade you with that voice, it was no wonder why Kurt didn't seem to care.

"Imma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight." Blaine sang in Kurt's ear.

"You're so beautiful." Kurt understated. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

Blaine shook his head in disbelief. He thinks he's the lucky one.

Completely ruining the moment, Kurt realized the time. Nearly eleven. He had to be home in less than ten minutes, or it was his head on a platter.

Blaine begged Kurt not to go. He didn't want to let him go so soon. They'd had a measly 20 minutes together, and Kurt's father was already getting in the way again.

The hurt was obvious in Kurt's eyes, but it changed nothing. As much as he wanted to stay sitting right there with Blaine, it was impossible.

Blaine demanded to know why he was letting his father make such a big impact on his entire life. By controlling Kurt, he lost time with him, which was getting to be too much.

"I don't mean to make this sound like it's more my problem than yours, because I know how hard this is for you, too. But, you have to know that I'm affected "

"And I do know that, Blaine. I think about that all the time, but what am I supposed to do? I have never been the kid who sneaks out of the house, or lies about where he's been, or hides important things from his parents. That's never been me."
"Kurt. I'm not asking you to be that kid. I just hate to see you get tied down so much. Your dad doesn't seem to approve of anything anymore. I don't know if it's just since you met me, but I know you aren't happy."

Kurt wasn't happy. In fact, his off relationship with his father had made him miserable. And, the truth was, things had gotten worse after Blaine became a part of his life. For his dad, anyway.

But what Blaine didn't know was if it came down to losing him over losing his father's trust, he'd choose him. But, right now, if Blaine was still understanding, there was no need for Kurt to push his luck.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. I have to go. I'll call you later tonight." Kurt turned to leave, not wanting to start anything.

"Hey. Wait." Blaine pulled back on Kurt's arm, spinning him back around to face him. He stroked his cheek with the back of his hand. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Kurt couldn't help but smile.

"Good. Now get home. Drive safe." Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead.

When Kurt arrived home, 10 minutes late, his father was wanting to talk with him. Most likely in the form of a lecture.

Burt had been disappointed in the amount of "disrespect" Kurt had given him recently regarding Blaine.

"You've been sneaking around, talking back, and now you're late for curfew. I thought you were better than that Kurt."
"I am better than that."
"Well, you haven't really been showing that much these days. Ever since that Blaine kid came around. He's turned you sour."
"Don't you dare blame him for this. If anything he's changed me for the better. He's made me want to go out and live life a little. Not have to play by such strict rules."

To Burt, rules were what kept the world going 'round. He used his love for his son as an excuse for his strictness, and that was probably true. He did really love Kurt, and was always wanting to protect him, but there was always the influence of his strict upbringing.

"I don't want you to see Blaine for a while." Burt cleanly demanded.

Kurt's heart sank. "What? No. You can't do that to me. How could you keep us apart?"
"Easy. You need some discipline for your actions, and this only seems fair."
"No." Kurt was tearing up, thinking about it. "No! You can't keep us apart!" He stormed up to his room.

No one can tell you to stay away from someone you love, so Kurt decided not to even give it a second thought. He wasn't going to let his father do this to him anymore.

But, before he could be all courageous and defiant, he needed to hear something comforting. He'd call Blaine. Yes, who he'd just seen 15 minutes ago. He, of all people, would be able to calm him down.

With that phone call, Kurt realized just what is was he loved about Blaine.

It took little to no effort from him to make Kurt feel ten times better.

"He can't hold on to you forever, Kurt. He's gotta let you go. There's nothing wrong with you wanting to make your own decisions for your own life."
"I know all of that's true."
"Well, then why don't you believe it? No offense to your dad, but any father should be ecstatic to see that their child has found someone special. No matter what the situation."
"You can't tell me you don't understand his side even a little bit. I do, but I'm done using that as an excuse. He's going too far here."

"I don't want you to have to make this big of a deal out of this. Do something for me, and don't ruin what you and your dad have. Behind all the disagreement, I can see a true father/son relationship. Just don't let me come between that."

"Believe me. I won't. But, he has to stop coming between us."

"Well, I'm all for doing a little sneaking around, but you really do need to sit down and talk to him about all this."

Kurt agreed. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Better to be sooner.

Blaine was conflicted. As much as he wanted to be with Kurt, he didn't know if he was willing to selfishly hurt his relationship with his father. He might have given Kurt the impression that he wasn't considering his father at all, and he regretted that. The truth was that he respected Burt, mostly for how well he accepted Kurt. Much better than how his own dad had accepted him.

So, when Blaine found himself on Kurt's front porch, knocking on his front door, knowing that it would be only Burt that answered, he was having to convince himself to stay and face him.

There was the chance that Kurt was not going to be so happy that Blaine had confronted his father alone. But, Blaine was willing to take that chance.

The ten seconds it took for Burt to answer the door were excruciating. It gave Blaine far too much time to contemplate his reasons for being there. And far too much time to bounce around his option to turn and run like hell.

But, he stayed. And Burt opened the door, with a very confused expression.

"Blaine?"

"Mr. Hummel. Sir. Good afternoon."

"What you doing here, son? Kurt isn't around."

"He's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."