A/N: Hi again! I hope you're not bored with this story yet :D I was supposed to post this chapter on Thursday, but I decided to do that now. It's the end of my winter break, so sadly writing may become a little dificult in upocoming weeks, but this story is finished (I might write an epilogue, though), so there is nothing to worry about :) I've started writing a story based on Love, Rosie, based on both movie and book (which I absolutely adore) and I have to return to Broken Wings soon.

Okay, enough of my rambling. Thank you all for reading and reviewing :) You have no idea how much it means to me.


The classes were way too long and boring for Kurt's liking. He couldn't wait for his dance practice with Blaine where he would be able to get lost in his embrace. Cassandra July didn't have any remarks for him anymore, so they could spend half of the practice just making out or/and talking. But dancing wasn't so bad since Kurt loved feeling Blaine's strong arms around his body.

It was a nice day with a cloudless sky, so Kurt decided to eat the lunch outside and enjoy the sun.

"What are you so happy about?" Peter asked when he sat down on a bench next to Kurt.

Kurt bit his bottom lip, not wanting his smile to give everything away. "I'm dating Blaine, sort of."

Peter's jaw dropped open. "What?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, not trying to hide his smile anymore and shrugged. "On Friday Blaine invited me over and we kind of clicked, I guess. He kissed me good-bye and here we are."

"Right." Peter said crossing his arms over his chest. "So you don't care anymore that he's a sociopath? Friendship is one thing, but a romantic relationship is another. He's not a good material for a boyfriend, trust me. This is not a good idea."

Kurt was a little too happy to be mad at Peter. "This is called taking a risk, Peter. Yes, I don't know how this is all going to end, but I want to find out. I want to give us a chance, because he is finally willing to try something new. Can't you see that he's different now? That we can actually see him smile?"

Peter looked down shaking his head. "Kurt…I can't believe how stupid you are. Just don't come crying to me if he hurts you."

"Ok, now you're overreacting. What is your problem with him?" Kurt asked, angry at his friend for having so little faith in Blaine's ability to change. "You don't even know him. You know what? We should change it. You have to meet him."

"What? What for?" Peter asked, clearly not happy about Kurt's idea.

"You can't keep looking at him through the prism of other people's opinions." Peter looked down and Kurt's voice softened seeing how truly scared of Blaine he was. "He's not that bad, I promise. It's hard to crash down his walls, but it is possible. "

Peter looked back up at him. "I just don't trust him, Kurt. And you shouldn't either." The blond boy stood up, gathered his things and walked away not even looking once over his shoulder to see Kurt's reaction.

Kurt sighed playing with his apple. Why couldn't he just believe that Blaine was good to him? Well, he couldn't have everything, he supposed. Peter was his friend and he would come around eventually.

He wasn't able to enjoy the nice weather anymore, so Kurt stuffed the rest of his lunch into his mouth and stood up swinging his bag over his shoulder. Once he was back inside, Kurt looked hopefully around scanning the halls in search of a familiar silhouette. Unfortunately, the dark-haired boy was nowhere to be found, so Kurt started walking towards his next class trying not to let his excitement at the prospect of seeing Blaine again get the better of him.

He pushed the thoughts of Peter to the back of his mind and entered the class.


Kurt walked through the halls almost bouncing with a grin plastered to his face. In a matter of minutes he would get to see his supposed boyfriend. He felt kind of nervous about that, but it didn't matter since he couldn't wait to take Blaine's hand into his again and look into his golden eyes.

He entered the changing room and quickly pulled his clothes off. Then he put on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of comfortable worn-out pants that even though they weren't fashionable he loved. When he was done he looked into a small mirror hanging on the wall and ran his hand through his hair making sure that he looked presentable.

Kurt entered the specious practice room and looked around. His whole body stiffened when he noticed Blaine sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the wall and the most heartbreaking expression written all over his face.

He regrets it,Kurt thought swallowing hard and wrapping his arms around his torso as if it was able to protect him from getting hurt. Slowly, he started walking towards the dark-haired boy trying to prepare himself for yet another disappointment. When Blaine noticed him, he turned his hazel eyes towards him seeming surprised upon seeing Kurt.

"Are you okay, Blaine?" Kurt asked trying to sound casually.

The shorter boy looked down at his hands and shook his head. "Not really."

Kurt sighed closing his eyes for a moment. So Peter had been right after all and it all was going to end in tears.

"Have you changed your mind?" Kurt said quietly, almost whispering. "Do you not want to try after all?"

"You don't get it." Blaine said leaning his head against the wall. "No one does."

Even though Kurt was really scared and almost desperate to make Blaine stay with him, he calmly sat down next to Blaine and covered one of the boy's hands with his. "Then make me understand. I want to help you, but I have absolutely no clue as to what's going on with you."

"I had a boyfriend in high school." Blaine admitted after a moment. "Well, it may not seem like anything unusual, but I thought that we were forever." He paused for a moment looking down at their joined hands and rubbing his thumb over Kurt's palm. "But then he just broke-up with me and I was left completely alone and heartbroken." He laughed humorlessly. "God, I'm so pathetic, aren't I?"

"No, Blaine." Kurt quickly assured him seeing the tears welling up in Blaine's eyes.

"It was years ago, but I still can't just so simply trust someone." Blaine said. "I've built all of those walls around myself, and I wish I could just shatter them down, but I can't, because I'm still so damn afraid of getting hurt."

Kurt started rubbing Blaine's arm up and down. "I'm not expecting you to just give everything into our...relationship. We can go slow. I don't mind." He paused for a moment feeling his cheeks turn red. "To be completely honest, I've never been in a serious relationship."

"What?" Blaine asked, clearly shocked.

Kurt ducked his head, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Yeah, I know it's pretty lame."

"No, I just can't believe it. You're absolutely amazing." Blaine said and Kurt could tell that he was being honest.

The corners of Kurt's mouth curled into a small smile as he looked at Blaine. "I think it should be me comforting you...not the other way around."

Blaine smiled back. "I already feel so much better." The smile disappeared off his face saddening Kurt. "I just want you to know that I can't promise you anything. Not yet at least."

"That's okay." Kurt said. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything." He stood up from the floor and held out his hand for Blaine.

The dark-haired boy smiled at him and took the offered hand letting Kurt pull him up to his feet. Blaine immediately wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and nuzzled his face into his neck. A pleasant warmth suddenly filled Kurt's heart and he wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders.

They stood in each other's arms for a couple of minutes until Blaine spoke up. "We should probably start dancing. This is what we are here for after all. Although I don't think that you need a tutor anymore." He pulled away and smirked at Kurt.

"So what?" The blue-eyed boy asked still holding Blaine's hands, not quite ready to let go. "I love dancing with you."

"Me too." Blaine said looking straight into Kurt's eyes. He lifted up his hand and stroked Kurt's cheek before leaning forward and capturing his lips in a sweet innocent kiss.

The rest of their practice they spent dancing to the rhythm of the music and occasionally stealing kisses from one another.


The next two weeks were absolutely perfect. Even though Blaine was still slightly insecure and sometimes the fragments of his older aggressive self were still visible, Kurt thought that he couldn't imagine a happier relationship for himself. They would go together on long walks to the central park to see the sunset, many evenings were spent in Blaine's apartments since his roommate wasn't there very often, and they even had time to go to cinema or eat dinner in one of the cheaper restaurants. It was hard to balance everything, since an insane amount of school work and Blaine's job often got in the way, but somehow they were able to find time for each other.

"I really want ice-cream right now." Blaine said during one of their many trips to central park while they were walking hand-in-hand admiring the white scenery. It had started snowing a week earlier and everything was covered with the white fluff.

"It's winter, Blaine." Kurt pointed out. "It might be a little too cold for ice-cream."

Blaine rolled his eyes fondly. "But I really want ice-cream. Now."

They semi-argued and teased each other for a couple of minutes until Blaine turned his puppy eyes at Kurt, and he couldn't do anything to say no to his boyfriend. "Ugh, fine, but you're buying it."

Blaine almost jumped in excitement. "Great!"

They walked to the nearest open ice-cream shop (which was actually pretty far away) and looked at the many available flavors. Kurt ordered his favorite, strawberry ice-cream while Blaine went for chocolate-chip cookie flavor. Kurt raised his eyebrows in amusement watching as Blaine moaned while eating the ice-cream.

When Blaine looked at Kurt, his cheeks turned slightly red. "What? I just really like this flavor. Well, I really love cookies in general."

That was when the idea came into Kurt's mind. "Then maybe we could just make some cookies ourselves?" He asked hopefully.

"Ugh, I'm not really good at cooking or baking as you probably know by now." Blaine said smiling slightly.

"Then we're lucky that everyone in my family adores my famous chocolate-chip cookies." Kurt said taking hold of Blaine's hand as they walked out of the shop. "We could go to your place even now and see if you have the ingredients."

"Probably not." Blaine said immediately.

So they went shopping to the local grocery shop and took the subway. As they sat down in the train with their hands clasped between them Kurt couldn't imagine a better future for himself. Going shopping with his husband and then driving home together. He really wanted him and Blaine to be more and for the first time he felt deep down that it was really possible.

They walked through the streets of New York in comfortable silence until they reached their destination. The pair climbed up the stairs and Blaine pulled out his key to unlock the door, but he frowned when he realized that the door was in fact open. "Ugh, it seems like you finally have the possibility to meet the one and only Santana Lopez." Blaine said, not even trying to fake enthusiasm.

Suddenly Kurt felt nervous. He was going to officially meet Blaine's only good friend and from what he knew, the girl wasn't a very nice person. Blaine held the door open for Kurt, and the blue-eyed boy hesitantly walked in. As soon as the door closed behind them, Kurt heard an ominous voice.

"Well, well, well. You've finally decided to bring your boy-toy to meet me." The Latina girl slowly approached them and even though Kurt was gay he had to admit that she was truly beautiful. Santana eyed Kurt up and down and then looked at her roommate smirking. "Just don't be too loud, please. I'm trying to watch my favorite film and I don't need your gay sex to disturb me."

"Santana." Blaine warned her.

"Whatever." She said and walked back into the living room.

"Well, this is Santana." Blaine said pulling off his coat. "She was unusually nice to you."

"She's...unique." Kurt said doing the same.

They moved to the kitchen and started making the cookies. It turned out that Blaine really wasn't very good at it. "Okay, now you need to close your eyes." Kurt said wiping his hands into a dishrag.

Blaine raised his eyebrows in confusion. "What, why?"

"Because I need to add a secret ingredient." Kurt said seriously, trying to push Blaine out of the kitchen.

"Oh, come on. Are you serious?" Blaine asked rolling his eyes.

"Yes, I am. Now either close your eyes or get out of here." Kurt said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine." Blaine sighed and closed his eyes obediently.

"Turn around."

"Really?" Blaine asked, but turned around as he was told to.

"Now don't move. Just so you know I have a very good hearing." Kurt said turning around to work his magic on cookies.

He was halfway through when he felt strong arms wrap around his waist. "Blaine! You're horrible."

The dark-haired boy rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder. "Cinnamon, really? It's not a secret."

"Jesus Christ, Blaine. Forgive me for trying to make it a little bit more special and mysterious." Kurt said rolling his eyes at his boyfriend.

Blaine laughed and his breath tickled Kurt's neck. He slowly turned around in Blaine's embrace and rested his hands on Blaine's shoulders. Blaine leaned forward closing the gap between them and sweetly kissed Kurt's lips. "Don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad. I'm furious." Kurt said weakly looking straight into Blaine's hazel orbs. They kissed again, this time with more passion and desire. Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's neck and started kissing it up and down.

"People eat here, you know?" Blaine immediately jumped away from Kurt, much to his dismay.

Santana walked over to the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice. "Oh, and my girlfriend is coming over later, so you two need to leave at 5 PM." She said pouring the juice into a glass. "I don't want her to start throwing up rainbows upon seeing the two of you."

"Sure." Blaine said rolling his eyes. "Is this Kate or maybe Sarah?"

"It's none of your business." She said coldly glaring at her friend.

"So she's new. A third one this month? This must be some sort of record." Blaine said leaning against the cupboard.

Santana crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, you haven't got laid in over five years, so I would shut up if I were you." She said and left the kitchen glaring at both of them.

"She's a good person." Blaine said immediately.

"I know." Kurt said remembering that not so long ago Blaine had been just like her.

They finished baking cookies and ate almost every single one leaving only a few for Santana and her girlfriend.


A couple of weeks later Peter decided to throw a party. Kurt didn't know if brining Blaine along was a good idea, since the blond boy wasn't very friendly towards him, but at last he decided to give it a shot. Peter had to get to know Blaine better in order to come to like him. Of course it wasn't so easy to convince Blaine to go with him.

"Why not, Blaine? I want you to get to know my friends." Kurt said after their dance practice while they were in the changing room.

Blaine sighed pulling off his sweaty black shirt. "I don't like parties, okay?"

Kurt raised his eyebrows questioningly. "A small gathering of friends in Peter's apartment could hardly be called a party, Blaine. He just likes to call it that way, because he thinks it sounds cooler."

"Okay, I don't know if you've noticed it already, but the whole student body of NYADA thinks that I'm a heartless jerk." Blaine snapped throwing his bag forcefully on the floor.

"That's not true, Blaine." Kurt walked over to his boyfriend and rested a comforting hand on his back.

"Yes, it is. I've been so horrible to everyone that no one thinks that I'm a good person." His whole body suddenly stiffened. "Maybe they are right." He turned around facing Kurt. "And maybe it's time for you to finally understand that."

"Don't be stupid, Blaine." Kurt said taking one of Blaine's hand in both of his. "It doesn't matter what other people think about you. I know better." Kurt said smiling slightly. He tucked one of Blaine's curls behind his ear and lifted up his chin to make him look into Kurt's eyes. "Blaine Anderson, you are passionate, talented, helpful and good person. And I can't wait to know all of the beautiful things about you."

"Thank you." Blaine said. "For believing in me, but I don't think that I'm quite ready to believe in myself, yet." He paused for a moment squeezing Kurt's hand. "I need to be alone for a while, okay?"

Kurt nodded his head. "Sure."

Blaine kissed gently Kurt's forehead, gathered his things and started walking towards the door. "I'm sorry for trying to make you do something that you are not comfortable with. I promised I wouldn't." Kurt called after him.

"No, I'm sorry for not being able to be a boyfriend that you deserve." Blaine said bitterly and walked out of the changing room.

Kurt wanted to run after him and tell him that he was exactly what Kurt needed, but it seemed like his presence would only make everything even worse. Blaine apparently needed to be on his own for a while and Kurt had to respect it.

He sat down on the floor leaning his back against the wall and rested his head on top of his knees. Kurt knew that Blaine wasn't like everyone else, but he hoped that it wasn't the beginning of an end.


When Blaine entered his apartment, luckily Santana was nowhere to be found. He took a quick shower, put on his pajamas and lied down in bed hoping that he would fall asleep quickly. Unfortunately there was too much going on in his head and he just kept turning from side to side.

He finally was in a loving relationship, but he couldn't truly enjoy it since the ghosts of his past were still hunting him. How was he supposed to trust Kurt completely if every time he looked at him he could also see Joey's face. His beautiful green eyes, soft ginger hair and freckled face. He still remembered the happiness and heartbreak of being with Joey and as much as he wanted to separate his present from the past he wasn't able to do that.

After two hours of attempting to fall asleep Blaine got up and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of cold water. A small smile graced his features when the memories of baking cookies together started rushing into his mind. Kurt was one of the only people that still had faith in him. Blaine knew that he wasn't able to just end things between them even though he knew that in the long run their relationship wouldn't last because of Blaine's secret. But he didn't want to come clean since Blaine didn't want to lose Kurt just yet. He wanted to live this fantasy for as long as possible.

Blaine sighed putting the now empty glass into the sink. He knew what he needed to do even though he really didn't want to. If Kurt wanted him to go to that party so much, then Blaine had to man up, forget about his fears and just go pretending to have fun.


The next two days were tough. Kurt wanted Blaine to have his space, so even though he was worried, he decided not to call him. This waiting game was slowly killing him, so when it was time to finally go to the party, Kurt just wanted to stay home and watch some sappy movie with a carton of strawberry ice-cream.

"Kurt, are you sure you don't want to go?." Rachel asked one more time while she was trying to find something to wear.

The blue-eyed boy looked up at her from his spot on the sofa wrapping a blue, thick blanket tighter around himself. "I'm not in a mood for that, Rachel. But you should definitely go and have fun with...what was his name again?" Kurt asked smirking.

Rachel blushed, clearly trying not to smile dreamily like a fourteen-year old girl with a crush. "His name's Patrick." She said looking down at her feet.

Suddenly, a doorbell rang pulling them both out of their little bubble. Seeing as Kurt had no intention to leave his cocoon and answer the door she rolled her brown eyes and walked over to the door.

Kurt took his cup of hot chocolate from the coffee table and took a sip enjoying the soothing warmth. "Kurt!" Rachel called cheerfully from the hall. "It seems like you have a guest."

Kurt frowned not really wanting to move from his spot.

A couple of seconds later Rachel reappeared in the living room. To Kurt's surprise she was quickly followed by Blaine.

"I will give you two a moment." Rachel said winking at Kurt as she entered her room shutting the door behind her.

"Hi." Blaine said smiling at Kurt. The blue-eyed boy took a couple of seconds to just look at Blaine and admire his beauty. He was dressed in black skin-tight jeans and a red turtleneck. And wow, his hair looked really amazing. There was just enough gel to tame his curls, but it didn't look like a helmet.

"Hello." Kurt said, not really sure if he should be more worried or happy to see his boyfriend. "Um, not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?"

"I thought we were going to a party." Blaine said, still smiling.

Kurt was touched, but he knew that deep down Blaine didn't want to go. He unwrapped himself from the blanket and stood up from the sofa. "No, Blaine. I don't want you to do something just because you feel like you have to."

"Listen to me, Kurt." Blaine approached him slowly and grabbed Kurt's hands. "I want to do this because I want to meet my boyfriend's friends. Is that so bad? You were right. They aren't too fond of me, so it's time to finally change it and show them that I'm good for you."

"You don't have to prove anything to them or me, you know?" Kurt asked hoping that Blaine already knew that.

"I do." Blaine said softly. "But it's just a party. I don't want to keep missing parties just because I have some irrational fear."

"Are you sure?" Kurt really wanted Blaine to go with him, but at the same he didn't want his boyfriend to feel uncomfortable.

"I'm positive." Blaine slowly leaned forward and softly kissed Kurt's lips leaving the taller boy breathless.

"Let's go then." Kurt said not even trying to hide his excitement.

"You should probably change first." Blaine said looking up and down at Kurt's clothes with amusement.

Kurt blushed slightly remembering what he was wearing. A worn-out sweater and a pair of yoga-pants. "Yeah, sure. Give me a couple of minutes." Kurt said disappearing into his room.

Of course Kurt Hummel was always prepared, so a complete outfit was already waiting for him on the bed. He quickly changed and walked back into the living room where Blaine and Rachel were chatting.

They pulled on their coats and excited the apartment. As they walked through the streets Kurt would look at his boyfriend every now and then to search for any sigh of him being uncomfortable, but he didn't find anything except for a honest smile.

"Why do you keep staring at me like that?" Blaine finally asked when they were standing alone in front of a grocery shop, where Rachel decided to buy some organic snacks for herself.

"I was worried." Kurt said instead. "You should have called me at least once to let me know that you're alright."

A guilt quickly replaced Blaine's charming smile. "I know and I'm sorry for that. I just needed time to figure out some things in my head." He said and grabbed Kurt's hand squeezing it. "And Kurt, believe me or not but I just really want to go with you to that party and meet all of your friends. It's about time."

"Okay, if you say so." Kurt said, not wanting to make a problem out of nothing.

When they arrived, Kurt realized just how many friends Peter had. His small apartment was crowded and it was hard to breath. He immediately looked over at Blaine to check if the shorter boy was alright. It was clear that his board smile was too bright, but Kurt didn't comment on it.

"Kurt!" Peter called throwing himself at his friend. The blue-eyed boy was a little taken aback, but he wrapped his arms around the blonde's shoulders and hugged him tightly.

"Hi, Peter." Kurt said pulling away. As soon as Peter's gaze landed on Blaine his expression hardened and he didn't look very happy. "Oh, I don't think you've officially met." Kurt said looking between the two boys.

"We have." Blaine said quietly ducking his head in shame. "Kind of."

"What?" Kurt asked, not even trying to hide his confusion.

Peter crossed his arms over his chest shooting Blaine a death glare. "Maybe you would like to tell everyone about our first meeting? I'm sure your boyfriend is dying to hear that story."

Kurt looked at Blaine raising his eyebrows. "What is he talking about?"

When Blaine stayed quiet, Peter started talking. "Do you remember that story about the boy who wanted to ask Blaine out on a date and ended up with a broken nose?" Kurt slowly nodded his head, not liking the direction in which Peter's story was going. "I just wanted to have a coffee together and he treated me like a worthless piece of shit. A simple 'no' would have been enough, you know?"

"I'm sorry, Peter." Blaine said simply. "I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what else you want to hear."

"I don't want to hear anything. I just want you to get out of here and leave Kurt alone."

Blaine nodded shortly, but didn't move. "Wait, wait, wait. Hold your horses." Kurt said holding up his hands. "First of all. You're not gay, Peter."

"I'm not, but I'm bi-curious." Peter said in defense.

"That sounds kind of stupid, but okay, and second of all, do not tell him to leave me alone. I can make my own decisions, thank you very much." He paused for a while. "And he isn't going anywhere whatever you like it or not. Blaine's my boyfriend and I want him to stay with me."

"This is my house." Peter pointed out.

"Don't act like a little kid. We're all adults here." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and started pulling him through the crowd.

"Kurt, if he doesn't want me here then maybe I should just go..." Blaine said.

"No." Kurt said firmly. "I want to have fun with you tonight. It seems like we both really need it." Kurt stopped in front of a table with various alcohols.

"Wait, so you actually don't want to kick my ass after hearing all of that?" Blaine asked, clearly not believing that Kurt still wanted to be with him.

"Peter tends to blow things out of proportion." Kurt poured vodka and coke into two cups and handed one to Blaine. "And I really don't want to think about that now."

Blaine looked down at his cup and slowly took a sip, grimacing a little at the bitter taste slightly softened by the sweet coke. "I am not that person anymore." Blaine said, as if trying to convince Kurt as much as himself.

"I know. Now, let's have another drink and dance." He forced another drink into Blaine's hands and watched him swallow down the content. Kurt did the same and grabbed Blaine's hands pulling him towards the crowd of dancing people.

It was a nice change to just follow the music instead of repeating over and over the same moves. Blaine seemed to like this as well, as his face was completely relaxed and even sometimes his eyes were closed. They kept dancing to the music for as long as they were able. Then when the fast song finally turned into a slow one they fell into each other's arms and started swaying slowly to the rhythm of music. Even though Peter had been a jerk to Blaine they were capable of just forgetting it and having fun on the dance floor.

Kurt felt the urge to say these three magical words a couple of times during the night, but he knew it was way too early to feel this way let alone say it out loud. When they were too tired to dance anymore, Kurt introduced Blaine to a couple of his classmates. While some of them were a little reserved or even scared, the majority of them was happy to finally meet Kurt's boyfriend.

When they finally left Peter's apartment they were both a little drunk, exhausted and beyond happy. When Kurt looked at Blaine in the moonlight he could feel in his bones that it was it. He didn't want anyone else. The boy who was walking beside him and squeezing tightly his hand was his destiny.

They arrived at Kurt's apartment and something seemed different. Kurt looked deeply into Blaine's golden eyes and leaned forward to kiss his lips even before they were out of their thick coats. Before Kurt knew what was happening they were lying on his beds with only a few pieces of cloth on. Blaine started kissing down his neck making Kurt want to scream. Somehow he managed to get control over himself and pushed Blaine slightly away. "Wait." He said breathlessly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Some indescribable emotion sparkled in Blaine's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by desire and certainty."I've never been more sure of anything in my life." Blaine said and returned to pressing kisses all over Kurt's body.


The dim light coming from behind the curtains woke Kurt up the next morning. He slowly blinked his eyes open and smiled as he realized that Blaine was still peacefully sleeping in his arms. He wrapped his arms tighter around Blaine's shoulders and kissed the top of his head which was resting on his chest.

"Good morning." Blaine said sleepily curling closer into Kurt's chest.

"I didn't mean to wake you up." Kurt said running his hand through Blaine's curly hair.

"Umm...I had fun last night." Blaine said.

"Me too." Kurt answered, happy that Blaine didn't seem to regret anything. They stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, until a question came to Kurt's mind. "What are your plans for Christmas?" Before Blaine had a chance to answer, Kurt started speaking again. "I know you might think that it's too early, but maybe you would like to meet my family?"

Something strange crossed Blaine's face, but before Kurt could find out what it was, it was replaced by a sad smile. "I wish I could, but I promised that I would be home for Christmas. My family misses me and to be honest, I miss them too. A lot."

"Oh, that's alright. Maybe some other time." Kurt quickly said not wanting Blaine to think that he was mad at him. He understood why Blaine wanted to be home with his loved ones and it wouldn't be okay to take that precious moment from him. But maybe..."Wait, you are from Ohio?" Blaine nodded his head prompting Kurt to continue. "Then we could spend one day together, what do you say?"

Blaine visibly saddened and looked down tracing patterns on Kurt's naked chest. "I don't know...I mean...I don't want to seem like I'm making excuses, but when I'm home I like to devote all of my time to my family." He looked up at Kurt. "I know it sounds stupid, but this is just the way I am."

"I respect it." Kurt said. "As I said. Maybe some other time."

They stayed in bed, cuddled up to each other for nearly an hour. It was Sunday, so they didn't have to worry about being late for classes. When they finally decided to leave the warm bed, they dressed in the most comfortable clothes they could find and made pancakes together. Kurt loved spending time like this together when there was no people to see and possibly judge them. They were just two boys trying to make their relationship work.

"Oh my God, you have a real gift!" Blaine said testing the pancakes. "They are delicious."

"And they happen to have a lot of calories." Kurt said looking down at the chocolate, butter and the whipped cream.

Blaine laughed watching as Kurt ate a pancake in spite of his words. "But I don't give a shit."

They spent the whole day just cuddling on the sofa, eating junk food, watching silly movies and thanking God that Rachel wasn't there.


A couple of weeks later it was time for Kurt to go home for Christmas. He couldn't wait to see his family and tell them how much they meant to him, but on the other hand Kurt knew that he would miss Blaine like crazy. Well, he already did since Kurt's boyfriend had flown home as soon as the classes were over leaving Kurt alone in New York. He still had Rachel, but it wasn't the same.

"It's funny." Rachel leaned against the wall watching as Kurt packed his clothes. "How long have you been together? Less than two months?"

"Something like that." Kurt looked up at her, not sure if his friend was about to say something nice or mean.

"And you already can't last a couple of days without each other." She smiled softly. "It must be real love that happens once in a lifetime."

Kurt rolled his eyes trying to hide his smile and blush that was spreading across his cheeks. ''Don't be silly, Rachel. Yes, we do like each other, but we are not long enough together to tell if this is something more serious."

Rachel smiled brightly like a little child and sat down on Kurt's bed, so that the blue-eyed boy was forced to look at her. "Oh, come on, Kurt! I know you think the same. I'm your best friend after all and I know that you're a hopeless romantic."

Kurt abandoned his suitcase and plopped down on the bed next to Rachel. "Well, maybe my feelings towards Blaine are stronger than they should be, but it doesn't change anything. I can't tell him that…that I love him." It felt good to finally say these words out loud. "I don't want to scare him away by saying that."

Rachel moved closer to her best friend cuddling up to him. "I'm not saying that you should scream it out in front of the whole city, but maybe he actually feels the same way."

"That would be amazing." Kurt said smiling dreamily.

They both finished packing their clothes, along with the gifts for their loved ones. A few hours later it was time to head for the airport. Kurt wasn't looking forward to a plane ride since his seat was always in the worst possible area (most likely between a mother with a newborn child and an elderly man who wouldn't shut up for the love of God), but after that he would be able to finally see his family.

The plane ride was fortunately rather pleasant (or at least not horrible) and Kurt even managed to get some sleep. As soon as Kurt spotted his father in the crowd of people, it seemed like a gigantic wound in his heart was tore open. Tears immediately started gathering in his eyes, as he dropped the suitcases and ran towards the bald man forgetting completely about the brown-haired girl beside him. Burt had tears in his blue eyes too, as he opened up his arms for Kurt to snuggle into.

When Kurt nuzzled his head into his father's chest he felt like he was home. "It's good to finally see you, kid." Burt said as they finally pulled away.

"You too, dad." Kurt said, wiping his tears away. He turned then to Carole and hugged her with just as much love. She wasn't his mother, but they were very close.

Rachel was too busy reconnecting with her dads to even glance at them, so without any sort of good-bye they drove home talking about their lives. It turned out that Finn was going to spend the Christmas with his girlfriend's family, so they wouldn't have a chance to actually see each other face to face, which saddened Kurt a little, but he was also happy that his step-brother had found someone to spend Christmas with.


The day before Christmas while Kurt was doing his best to watch a football game with his father, he decided to finally come clean to him. He had been avoiding this conversation for a few months, since his father tended to be overprotective of him, but now Kurt knew that it was the perfect time to tell him about Blaine.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, buddy?" Burt asked, still looking at the football players running across the field.

"Can we talk for a second?"

Burt looked over at him, and turned off the TV seeing that his son was completely serious. "Of course. You know that I'm always here for you. What's bugging you, kid?"

"Everything's alright." Kurt said, not wanting his father to be worried unnecessarily. He bit his bottom lip, not really knowing how his dad was going to react. "It's just…I met a boy."

Burt raised his eyebrows. "A boy?"

Kurt nodded his head playing with his fingers. "Yeah…and we're kind of together."

Kurt's dad frowned. "Why are you telling me this only now? I assume that you've known him for some time."

"We met right during my first day." Kurt didn't want his dad to know how rude Blaine had been, so he decided to skip that part. "I just…for a long time I didn't know if we were going to work out, and when I was finally sure, I just didn't know how to say this through a phone call."

Burt smiled a little resting his hand on Kurt's knee. "Does he care about you?" He asked seriously.

"He does." Kurt said confidently.

"And do you care about him?"

"Of course, I do."

"Then I'm happy that you two have found each other." Burt said.

Kurt looked up at him, a little surprised. "Really?"

Burt chuckled in amusement. "Would you rather want me to hate him?"

"No, of course not." Kurt shrugged. "I'm just a little surprised that you aren't mad at me for not telling you sooner." He smiled a little. "And well, it's also a shocker that you're not freaked out by the fact that I have a boyfriend."

"Listen, kid," Burt began leaning forward a little. "I know how it is when you are a teenager. You want to figure out stuff on your own and I respect that." He paused for a moment looking at his son with nostalgia. "I have to admit that it is hard to watch my little son grow up, but I've always knew that it had to happen eventually."

"Thank you, dad. It means a lot to me." Kurt said gratefully. He finally could breath freely, now that he knew that his father was okay with Blaine, even though he didn't know anything about him yet.

"You're welcome, buddy." Burt said wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders. "It doesn't mean that I won't kick his ass if he ever hurts you."

"Dad." Kurt said laughing.

"Well, this is my job as your dad, isn't it? Now tell me everything about this boy."

Kurt smiled widely. He just loved talking about his boyfriend. "His name's Blaine and he's a year above me. He's incredibly talented. Seriously, you should see him dance. I've never seen anyone with so much passion."

They talked for over an hour, happy that they could finally spend some time together alone. At the end of this conversation Kurt had a feeling that his dad was just as in love with Blaine as he was.


Five days later they returned to New York, feeling both sad and excited. When Blaine sent Kurt a text that he would be home a couple of days later, Kurt didn't even try to hide his disappointment. The pictures of them being cute together on his phone were far less than enough. Rachel, of course was beyond happy because it meant that they could organize a movie night.

"We should totally invite Peter." Rachel said while making them both a vegan dinner (her cooking skills were poor, but Kurt was far too lazy that day to do anything productive).

"No." Kurt said firmly trying to keep watching the fashion show that was currently on TV.

"I know that you're mad at each other, but it would be a great opportunity for you two to make up. I know he's sorry."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "He is definitely not sorry, Rachel. He hates Blaine, so we don't have anything to talk about."

Rachel looked as if she wanted to argue, but in the end she kept quiet, apparently knowing her best friend well enough to tell that he wasn't in a mood for further discussion.

The next few days were calm and even boring for Kurt. He talked with Blaine almost daily through the phone, but he still missed him horribly. He knew it was kind of silly, but he really didn't care.

"You've got it bad, Kurt." Rachel commented when Kurt was waiting one evening for the phone call from Blaine.

"Shut up." Kurt said, but smiled a little anyway.

When his cell phone finally started ringing Kurt picked it up immediately and moved to the other room, so that Rachel wouldn't make fun of him.

"Hi, honey." Kurt said closing the room behind him. He sat back on the bed cross-legged waiting for Blaine's response.

"Hi, Kurt." The blue-eyed boy frowned. It sounded a lot like Blaine had been crying. His voice was weak and slightly shaky.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked immediately, worried.

"Yes, of course." Blaine said, but it didn't manage to convince Kurt.

"Blaine, I can hear that something's wrong." Kurt said clutching the phone close to his ear, as if he could magically touch his boyfriend and make everything alright. "Please, tell me what it is, so that I can do something to help you."

"Could you just come over?" Blaine asked, as if fearing that Kurt was going to say no.

"Wait, you're in New York?" Kurt asked, surprised.

"Yes, I flew back a couple of hours ago."

"You should've told me. I would've picked you up from the airport or something." Kurt said, confused as to why Blaine hadn't told him about it sooner.

"Please, just come over." He hung up leaving Kurt even more worried about him.

The blue-eyed boy immediately pocketed his cell phone, and excited his room not even bothering to change into more suitable clothes. Rachel raised her eyebrows, seeing the stern expression on her friend's face. "What's going on, Kurt? Why are you in such s hurry?"

"I'm not sure." Kurt said wrapping a yellow scarf around his neck. "But I know that Blaine needs me to be with him, so that's what I have to do."

"Blaine's in New York?" Rachel asked, clearly as confused as Kurt was.

"Apparently." Kurt said pulling on his coat. "Bye!" He called and left the apartment, not waiting for a response from Rachel. He quickly ran down the many flights of stairs and stopped the taxi cab once he was outside, not wanting to waste any time on going by subway. It was late afternoon, so he was confident that he would get there faster by the car.

The cab ride took him nearly twenty minutes, which was a good time. He quickly paid the driver and entered the massive building in front of his eyes. When Kurt was finally standing opposite the door to Blaine's apartment he took a moment to calm himself down since he didn't want Blaine to see just how worried he was.

After a few seconds he knocked against the wooden door and shoved his hands back into his pockets waiting patiently for his boyfriend to appear in front of him. When after a minute nothing happened Kurt tried the handle and it turned out that the door was unlocked. He entered the apartment making a mental note to remind Blaine of the importance of locking the door.

"Blaine?" He called pulling off his coat. No one answered him. Kurt checked the kitchen and living room, but Blaine was nowhere to be found. Only when he pushed open the door to Blaine's bedroom, he noticed a familiar figure curled up on the bed. He moved towards the bed and Blaine's eyes immediately flew open.

"Kurt?" He asked, shakily.

It broke Kurt's heart to see his boyfriend so broken and miserable. He took off his shoes and lied down in the bed opening up his arms. Blaine immediately melted into his embrace shedding a few tears. Kurt wiped them away with his thumb and tucked one of Blaine's wild curls behind his ear. "Please, tell me what's going on, Blaine. You're scarring me." Kurt whispered right into Blaine's ear.

The shorter boy shook his head violently. "No, just hold me."

Kurt wanted to keep begging Blaine to tell him what was wrong, but he could see how painful it was to him, so he just tightened his arms around Blaine, and kissed the dark-haired boy's forehead. There would be time for questioning tomorrow.

After a couple of minutes Blaine's breath evened out and the hot tears finally stopped rolling down his cheeks. Kurt couldn't find sleep long after that. He kept wondering what was wrong and if it could possibly be his fault. He could sense that Blaine was hiding something big from him, and he hoped that this secret wasn't going to destroy what they had.