Hi :) Sorry it took me this long to upload; I've been surprisingly busy. But here it is. And for anyone who could be wondering, I'm planning on doing a few more chapters of summer (mostly because in reality, summer is freakishly close but stubbornly not arriving), and then they'll be back to school.
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Knock, knock. Kurt rapped his knuckles against his boyfriend's front door. Today was Blaine's birthday, after all, and he was going to make it special. Especially after all of the times this summer when Blaine had taken him out somewhere. Kurt was waiting for the right time when he would be the one to treat his boyfriend. And Blaine deserved it.
No one answered the door. It was early, and Kurt expected Blaine to still be asleep. He hoped so, because when Blaine had woken him up it had felt really, really great. He wanted Blaine to experience the same thing. Kurt thought that it was late enough that at least one of Blaine's parents must be awake. He knocked again.
Then Kurt had a thought that made him jolt. Blaine's parents. He had never actually met them. That was a really weird thought. They had been dating for quite a while now. But now that Kurt thought about it, they really mostly hung out at his house and whenever they went to Blaine's, his parents were never home. Blaine barely talked about his parents, so Kurt didn't know what to think of them. All he knew was that they had bought Blaine a nice car and let him transfer to Dalton—and then to McKinley—so they had to be nice. But then why hadn't Blaine introduced him to them?
After a minute of standing there with no one answering the door, he was about to give up and call Blaine's phone or the house. But then he remembered a conversation he and Blaine had had before, about being able to just walk into each other's houses when they wanted. But he didn't know if that had applied to this, especially since he had never met his parents. Kurt walked to the side of the house to see if there were cars in the driveway. Only Blaine's car was there, so Kurt figured his parents must have already gone out. Deciding to take his chances, Kurt walked around to the back of the house, trying his best to look for anyone who might be watching that he was supposed to be there. It shouldn't be hard; part of being a diva was that he usually walked around as though he owned the place.
The backdoor was unlocked, luckily, so Kurt opened the door slowly and went in. Not wasting time looking around, he walked straight up the steps and to Blaine's room. He opened the door slowly and saw Blaine sleeping on the bed. He was still asleep, but from the looks of him was having some kind of dream. He had kicked off the sheets, but they were still tangled around his legs. His face was scrunched up, and he was moving around restlessly.
Blaine was dreaming, though he didn't know it. He was dreaming that he was introducing Kurt to his parents for the first time. He was nervous, because he didn't know what his parents would think of the other boy. He knew they would probably like him as a person, but would probably show disdain toward him because of their relationship. He opened his mouth and was about to introduce him, but no sound was coming out. He tried talking but he couldn't. His dad was getting furious, wondering why he wasn't talking. Mr. Anderson began shouting, saying how he hated that Blaine was becoming a mime and it was all because of Kurt. Blaine tried to protest, but he still couldn't.
Then all four of them were transported to a castle, where his was the ruling family, and his father was trying to find him a princess. But he didn't want a princess. No matter how many times he had insisted to his father that it was a prince he wanted, he didn't seem to understand. The king took one look at Kurt and ordered for him to be banished. While Kurt was leaving the castle, Blaine followed him and promised him that they would run away together. But when they were leaving they were ambushed by a horde of angry sorcerers. Blaine recognized them as his old classmates, the ones who had made his life a living hell. He wondered how they had even found the castle.
When they saw him and Kurt, they laughed evilly, and one of them snapped their fingers. Kurt was now trapped in a large hourglass that was filling with sand. Blaine needed to help him, and fast! He kept trying to run at him and break the glass, but each time he was thwarted by the sorcerers. The sand was almost up to Kurt's chin now, and he had no idea what to do. Tears started to fall from his eyes, and when he made another attempt, he fell through a trapdoor. He was falling through the air, and strange cloaked creatures were flying around him. The air suddenly got very cold. Blaine yelled out to ask one of the creatures for help; they needed to bring him back through the trapdoor so he could save his prince. But when one of them got close, Blaine got a look under his hood. He recognized it as a dementor, and panicked even more than he already had been.
The dementor grabbed the back of Blaine's head and pulled him close. As the soul-sucking mouth got closer to his own, he thought hopelessly of Kurt, and how he had failed as a prince. He had left his prince to die and now he was going to lose his soul. Its lips pressed against his, just as a pair of lips pressed down on the Blaine Anderson that was lying in bed.
Blaine awoke with a jolt, shoving away whatever monster was trying to eat his soul, and knocking himself off the bed in the process. He jumped up, but tripped over the sheets and fell back down again. It was then that he fully awoke, and stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes. His glance went upon the bed, and he saw Kurt lying there, looking shell-shocked. "Blaine…?"
Finally realizing what had just happened, and making sense of it all, Blaine gasped. "Kurt! Are you alright? I didn't mean to—"
"Blaine! Calm down." Kurt moved over to his boyfriend, and touched his shoulders comfortingly. "I'm perfectly fine. You, though, you just threw yourself on the floor twice, and just woke up from what looked like a dream that could rival 'Saw.' Are you alright?" Kurt looked at him for a moment while Blaine seemed to ponder this, and then nodded. Blaine took a deep, shuddering breath and enveloped Kurt into an incredibly tight hug. Kurt thought it seemed like he was trying to prove to himself that Kurt was really there. Huh. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Blaine thought about it, but shook it away. "I just think I should stay away from watching 'Harry Potter' or 'Aladdin' before bed for a while." He realized how childish that had sounded, but Kurt didn't seem to notice.
"Maybe that's a good idea." Now, Kurt really wanted to find out what happened in the other boy's dream.
The two of them made Blaine's bed again, and sat down on it. Kurt faced Blaine and took the boy's hands in his. "So anyway… Happy birthday!" Blaine grinned at him. Kurt moved in to press his lips against Blaine's. When Kurt kissed him, and he inhaled, Blaine completely forgot his dream. "Thanks." He breathed before leaning in to deepen the kiss.
Blaine put his hand on the back of Kurt's head, pressing against him, urging him to lie back. Kurt did, and he began running his fingers through Blaine's soft curls. Blaine was about to do the same, when Kurt suddenly pulled back.
Blaine was surprised. "What is it?" He hoped he didn't do anything wrong.
"We can't right now. I made breakfast reservations. If we miss them than our schedule will be awry and everything I had planned will have been for nothing!" He jumped off of Blaine's bed and started rummaging through the boy's drawers. Blaine stared from where he sat on his bed, wide-eyed but amused. Kurt picked out an outfit for him, and tossed it to him. Blaine changed, while Kurt stood in his room, hoping he didn't look as awkward as he felt.
Once Blaine was dressed, and had put a bit of gel in his hair to calm down his bed-head, the two of them walked out of the room and through the house. Blaine asked "did you see my parents?" When Kurt shook his head, Blaine added "How did you get in?"
"The backdoor was unlocked, so I went in." Kurt winked, while echoing his boyfriend's words from a past experience. Blaine laughed, though it was a bit more out of relief than humor. He couldn't imagine what it would have been like for Kurt to have met his parents without Blaine around, by randomly showing up on their doorstep.
Kurt was going to drive today, and Blaine didn't mind at all. Once they were seated in the car, Kurt reached into the backseat, simultaneously telling Blaine to close his eyes and hold out his hands. Blaine did as he was told. Unable to contain his smile, Kurt placed the plush into Blaine's hand. Blaine gasped, guessing what it was. He opened his eyes, and a huge, goofy grin spread across his face. In his hands, he now held a green turtle pillow pet! "Oh my gosh!" He reached over and attacked Kurt with a hug.
In between laughter, Kurt said "Open it up." Blaine did, and pulled out a card. It was a Lion King themed card, and Blaine smiled when he saw the picture of Simba on the front, and the words "have a roarin' birthday!" In the inside was a sticker meant to be taken off and worn around. It said "I'm at the top of the food chain. It's my birthday!" Kurt peeled it off the card and put it on Blaine's chest. Blaine moved it, however, and put it on the back of his hand.
"I'll be giving you presents periodically throughout the day. It'll be when you least expect it, so be aware at all times, Anderson." Kurt said the last part in his best Yoda voice.
"I shall try, master." Blaine responded, bowing.
"So what exactly do you have planned for today?" Blaine asked Kurt, curious. The two were seated in a diner, Blaine with chocolate chip pancakes and bacon in front of him and Kurt enjoying a plate of French toast.
"This, then we're going to the mall, then back to your house. And if your parents want you home for dinner, than you can eat there, and I'll pick you up again after. If not, we'll eat at my house. Then we'll get ice cream and watch some Disney movies. Oh, and don't forget about your random presents."
"That sounds perfect." It did. Kurt really did know him well.
"So how does it feel, being eighteen? Do you feel older?" Kurt asked, after he ordered another cup of coffee.
Blaine thought about it for a minute. "Not really. I feel the same as I did yesterday. Except now that I'm thinking about it… eighteen seems old." He chuckled.
"I know. We're seniors now."
"Seniors." Blaine spoke slowly, letting the word roll of his tongue. "And college next year."
Kurt nodded. "Do you- Do you have any plans for that?" They hadn't talked about college yet. It seemed so far away. But it was only a year, and they would have to be applying soon.
Blaine was glad Kurt brought that up. He wanted to discuss the topic with him. He wasn't sure how though, and he didn't know whether to try to be near each other or to take their chances. "I wanted to major in something to do with music or theater. And I was thinking that I wanted to go to college in New York."
Kurt almost choked on his coffee he was drinking. He spluttered "Really?" A bit alarmed, Blaine nodded slowly, while Kurt exclaimed "Me too! Especially after Nationals. That city is amazing, and has so many opportunities for people like us."
Blaine exhaled, relieved. It was great to know he and Kurt were on the same page. "It's gonna be great." And just like that, he had something solid to look forward to after high school. A future. A future with Kurt, nonetheless; he couldn't picture it any other way.
Kurt then was randomly reminded of something he had thought of earlier. "So if you're eighteen and 'of age', and I'm still seventeen, does that technically mean we can't date. Don't worry, I'm not planning on breaking up with you, I'm just curious." Blaine had this adorable thinking face on; his eyebrows were scrunched and his lips pouted slightly. It was adorable, and Kurt made a mental note to make Blaine confused more often.
"I'm not sure." Blaine said slowly, and then continued jokingly. "But just in case, I think we should lay low for a bit. You know, until you turn eighteen. Then we can write a movie about our forbidden love and we'll make millions." Blaine earned a laugh from the other boy.
"I like that idea. But only if it's a musical." Kurt said mock-seriously.
"Of course."
"And it will star the two most talented young actors of the century."
"Zac Efron and Tom Felton?"
"Ummm… What?" Kurt shook his head. "How about break-out stars? I was thinking two extraordinarily talented boys from Ohio. They'll be discovered in New York, where they're debuting their acting careers."
"Are they in love?" Blaine smiled charmingly.
Kurt was caught off guard. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, taking in the question. "Yes." He blushed. "They have to be, or else they wouldn't be able to properly play the parts."
Blaine nodded. "And how will the movie end?"
Kurt thought for a moment. "Well, the two main characters will overcome the obstacles they face, and as they do in Hollywood, their love will prevail. Otherwise people won't want to see it. And I like happy endings, don't you?" Kurt smiled adorably at Blaine.
"They're my favorite."
Kurt and Blaine were at the mall, and had been shopping for a few hours now. Kurt had helped the other boy on his wardrobe for the upcoming school year. He had also made Blaine try everything on, and what started out as simply showing Kurt the outfits had turned into a fashion show. It had included Blaine strutting out of the dressing room and posing for Kurt, who applauded loudly. Only once had someone seen; a man working at one of the stores had walked by to clear out unoccupied dressing rooms. He walked in to see Blaine doing an especially ridiculous pose with a hand on his hip and another on the back of his head. The boys were sure they looked like deer caught in headlights, but the man simply rolled his eyes with a smirk, and left them alone.
The boys were walking down an long empty hallway to the exit, they hands filled with bags. About halfway down the hall, they spotted a group of boys entering the mall. Kurt felt Blaine tense beside him, and turned to look at him, concerned. "Turn around, now. And walk with your head down." Blaine spoke. He sounded afraid; Kurt was bewildered, but did as he was told. His heart was beating rather rapidly.
They heard the murmur of conversation behind them. Then, louder now, one of them called "well look who it is."
"Keep walking." Blaine said under his breath. Kurt knew then who those boys must be. They were the ones Blaine had told him about; they were the reason he transferred to Dalton.
"Blaine, buddy! Why are you running away! We haven't seen you in forever." Their voices were getting closer. Blaine halfway turned his head to see where they were. Upon finding the five of them only a few feet behind, he told Kurt to run and they both started to. But they only made it a few steps until strong hands grabbed them from behind, pulling them back.
"Get off me!" Blaine demanded.
"Woah! We just wanted to say hi to our old pal. So-" Blaine cut him off with a shove which was semi-successful. While it did make the guy let go of him, another one grabbed his wrist. "What's this?" He sneered, pointing at the back of Blaine's hand which wore the birthday sticker. "It's Blaine's birthday!"
Kurt was clueless as of what to do. While he had been verbally assaulted and threatened plenty of times at McKinley, he had never been in a real fight. He wasn't sure if these boys were serious. What happened next, though, answered his question.
One of the bigger, bulkier boys there extended his arm, punching Blaine on the side of his face, hard. Kurt shouted "hey!" while Blaine stumbled backwards, but stayed standing. He clutched the side of his face, before straightening back up again. "Birthday punches!" The boys laughed merrily; the sound made Kurt sick. "How old are you now Blaine? Twenty-five?"
Kurt shook himself out of his shock, and began struggling against the boy that was holding him back. He elbowed him hard in the ribs, making the boy let go, as he spoke. "You can't do that to people!"
The boys sized him up. Kurt put on his best brave face. Courage right?
"You sure about that?" Asked the boy who had punched Blaine.
Several things happened in the next few seconds, all very, very quickly. Blaine was grabbed by the front of his shirt again, and the boy brought his hand back for another punch. Kurt yelled, loudly. Loud enough for anybody passing the hall to hear. It was drawn out, and the boy who had originally been holding Kurt looked panicked, and needed a way to shut him up. Blaine saw it before Kurt did; the boy brought back his hand to hit Kurt in the face. Blaine lunged at the boy, immediately breaking free of the others, and hit him square in the eye, knocking him off balance before he got a chance to.
Two mall-cops –a man and woman—started running down the hallway, shouting. The gang from Blaine's old school looked at each other, and took off running. One of them shoved Blaine, knocking him off balance and onto Kurt, who fell on his butt, awkwardly catching Blaine in his arms. The cops passed them and chased the others out of the mall, but from the looks of it didn't catch up to them.
Blaine looked at Kurt. "I'm sorry." He said.
"Blaine, no. Take that back." Kurt cupped the side of Blaine's face, where a bruise was already starting to form, in his hand. "My face is perfectly fine, unlike yours, and because of you. You can't say the same. I should be the one saying sorry." Blaine's eyes were big and watery, and Kurt scooped him into a hug, holding him close.
"You boys alright?" The male cop was striding up to them, the woman still outside.
Kurt and Blaine both nodded, but Kurt said "except for-" and pointed to the bruise on Blaine's face. Blaine shied away a bit. He didn't want to seem weak, and it wasn't nearly as bad as it seemed, or as it could have been. He didn't want to make a big deal out of a single bruise. But the cop pulled out one of those ice bags that freeze when cracked, and handed it to Blaine who reluctantly placed it against his face.
The woman cop entered the building again, and walked up to them. "They all jumped in a car and drove off. If you were going to leave I'd bet it would be safe to now." She addressed Blaine and Kurt. "Just watch yourselves, okay? And stay out of trouble." She nodded toward them, and they nodded back.
When she walked back into the mall area, the man deliberately stayed behind. Kurt and Blaine watched him, waiting. He turned to them. "Try not to let people like that get to you." He looked meaningfully at them, before nodding also and walking off.
After watching him walk away, Kurt and Blaine retrieved their fallen bags, and walked out of the mall. "That was smart, yelling. For some reason I didn't even think about it myself." Blaine spoke to Kurt.
Surprised, Kurt nodded "You were pretty great too. I still can't believe you punched him like you did. That was kinda awesome." Kurt winced at how much he sounded like Finn. Blaine took Kurt's hand in response, and they walked to Kurt's car.
Based on how nonchalant Blaine was about the bruise on his face, Kurt formed a question in his mind. Knowing this was a touchy subject with Blaine, seeing as he never talked about his life before Dalton, when he spoke it was soft and gentle. "That wasn't nearly as bad as it usually got, was it?"
Blaine hesitated. He was unsure about how much to divulge to Kurt, but decided honesty was the best option. "No."
"Are you sure you're okay with this? You seem worried." Kurt spoke to Blaine, as the two of them sat in his car outside of the birthday boy's house. This was the part of the schedule where the two of them were to walk back into Blaine's house, dropping off his things and asking about dinner plans. But for some reason unknown to Kurt, Blaine was hesitant.
"It's not really that big of a deal. I'd just rather not have to tell my parents about what happened, but I guess that's inevitable."
"Why? How do you think they'll react?" Kurt was watching his boyfriend carefully for signs in his reaction.
"It's just, I don't know. I guess I wanted to prove to them that this—us, and how we're treated—wasn't that big of a deal anymore, and that I could handle it myself, or whatever." He looked bitter. "My mom's not as bad; she'll probably make some sort of fuss until my dad comes into the room. Then he'll yell at me, making up some reason to blame me for it. As if everything that happens is my fault. And he'll make it clear in his tone that he's incredibly disappointed in me, and my 'choices'. And then later he'll pretend to try to make it up to me with some kind of gift, or by giving me tickets to a sports game. In reality, I know it's only some sort of pity gift, and it doesn't change anything between us and-" He stopped abruptly, suddenly realizing just how much he was saying. He looked at Kurt, who was staring at him with his mouth wide open, eyes wide.
"What?" Kurt half spat, completely shocked. How had all of this come out in only a few minutes? "Blaine. I had no idea—"
"Don't." Blaine cut him off. "Just don't. I'm over exaggerating. It's really not that big of a deal."
Kurt wasn't buying it. He silenced Blaine with a look, and put his hand over the other boy's, consolingly. "I'm coming with you." If it was this big of a deal, he wasn't going to let Blaine go through this alone. Blaine took a shaky breath, but agreed. After a few more minutes they took for Blaine to collect himself, they trekked up the walkway to Blaine's front door.
Blaine pulled open the door. "I'm home." He called. He walked past the empty kitchen and into the family room. Nobody was there, and he was about to suggest that they leave. But then his mother walked into the room from behind them. Kurt and Blaine turned around.
When she looked curiously at Kurt, he stepped forward. "Hello, Mrs. Anderson. I'm Kurt Hummel." He shook her hand.
"Hello, dear." She smiled warmly at him. "You're a friend of Blaine's?"
Kurt looked at Blaine, unsure of what to say. Blaine nodded. His mom needed to know.
Mrs. Anderson watched this silent exchange between them and understood even before Kurt spoke. "Well, yes. I'm his boyfriend." She nodded, her face unreadable.
Then she spotted the bruise on Blaine's face, and gasped. "What happened?"
Blaine decided to just get right to the point. "We were at the mall and ran into some of the kids from my old school. The ones who, uh, the ones who did this kind of stuff before. But Kurt got the attention of the cops in the mall before they could do anything more, and they ran off. Don't worry, mom." He gave her a meaningful look, pleading her to not make a fuss in front of Kurt. She got it, and didn't say or do more besides kissing him on the forehead.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "Blaine, honey, happy birthday!" Blaine smiled and thanked her. "Your father was going to give you your present when he got home, but he needed me to tell you that he's going to have to work late today, and won't be home until after you go to bed." She confessed. "But he gave me permission to give you your present for him. It's in the garage." She gestured for them to follow her, which they did. "Close your eyes." She said to Blaine. Kurt figured that didn't apply to him, so he lagged a little behind. When she opened the door to the garage though, he saw the present before Blaine, and was immediately apprehensive.
Blaine opened his eyes when he was told he could, and his eyes took in the beat up car in front of him. "Umm?" He asked.
"That's not the whole present." She brought him around the car to a large crate full of tools and paint. "He figured since you two fixed up that car together a while back, it would be fun for you to do this one by yourself. And if your friends wanted to help, that could be a fun activity to do together." She looked at Kurt, who had a seriously hard time refraining from telling her that he definitely was not into cars, besides of course driving them.
Blaine's mom noticed his hesitation. "What's wrong?" Her voice was free of accusation.
"Nothing, mom. Thanks." Blaine tried to cover up his skepticism. He hugged her, and she did back. She whispered into his ear, though it was loud enough so Kurt could hear it. "I got you something, too." She was smiling. Blaine became very curious. By the way she said it, it seemed as though she was implying that his father didn't have anything to do with it.
"Sit." She said when they were back in the living room. Kurt and Blaine sat next to each other on the couch while she disappeared into the hallway. Kurt turned to Blaine. "So I'm guessing you're not that into cars either?"
"Nah. Only driving them." Kurt smiled at that. Blaine thought he had had this conversation with Kurt before, but then realized that no, it wasn't with his boyfriend. It was with his boyfriend's father. That was just a bit awkward. "My father and I fixed up a car together a year or so ago. But it was just sort of a ploy to try and make me into that kind of stuff. Needless to say, it didn't work."
At that moment, Blaine's mom walked back into the room, carrying a large wrapped box. "Open it. I'll give my explanation after." She seemed excited.
Blaine looked at her, slightly amused. He tore off the wrapper, revealing a box with CDs, and a boy and girl each singing into microphones, on the front. "It's a CD recorder. It comes with microphones and a program for your computer so you can make your own CDs. I figured you would enjoy this a lot, especially because you're always listening to that one you got from the amusement park." Blaine blushed, having in no way intended for Kurt to know that. Kurt only suppressed a smile, as he had been doing the same thing with his copy.
"Wow." Blaine said, staring at the box. He jumped up, and scooped his mom into a hug. "Thank you so much! I love it." Kurt watched, smiling to himself. He was so happy for Blaine; he needed this. It was nice to know that one of his parents was actually paying attention to what he liked, what made him happy.
"I can't wait to get working on this." He looked at Kurt. "You'll be recording with me, also, I'm sure."
Kurt was pleased. "I might just have to steal this from you, and use it to jump start my career." He joked.
"So Kurt, do you have any plans for dinner tonight? You're welcome to stay." Mrs. Anderson spoke to him. Kurt was surprised. He hadn't expected this when he made their plans. Blaine smiled warmly at him, communicating that it was okay.
"Sure. That sounds great." He smiled at her.
"Wonderful. And Blaine, since it's your birthday, what would you like to eat? Should I make something or order out?"
Blaine thought for a few seconds, and then said "does Chinese food sound good to you?" He looked at Kurt, who chuckled, but nodded. Of course Blaine would love Chinese food. He wondered why he was even a bit surprised.
Dinner was lovely. Kurt was glad to see that, unlike her husband, Mrs. Anderson was very accepting of Blaine, and of Kurt. She asked questions about McKinley, and the Glee club there. She expressed an inclination to meet Kurt's family, and even said that he was glad Kurt and Blaine were close. Kurt was trying to take all of this in, and by the looks of his boyfriend, Blaine was also.
The food was good too; Kurt had probably only eaten Chinese food once in his life before this, but found it quite tasty. Blaine had even tried teaching him how to use chopsticks, which was slightly successful, as Kurt had gotten it right once, but after that kept dropping it before giving up and using a fork. Blaine eventually gave in and used a fork as well, but he lasted a bit longer.
After dinner, Blaine told his mom that he would be going over to Kurt's house for a while. So they said goodbye for now, and the couple drove back to Kurt's house, stopping to pick up ice cream on the way (Kurt got strawberry frozen yogurt, and Blaine bought a chocolate cone). While stepping back into the car, Kurt said, rather theatrically "wait!" Blaine looked at him, curious.
Kurt put down his yogurt, and spun over to Blaine. When he reached him, he stopped, and spoke softly into his ear. "Your second present, sir." He held out an envelope. Blaine took it, and eagerly opened it up. When he pulled out the two tickets inside, he gasped, and jumped up and down like a little kid.
"Kurt!" He attacked the other boy in a hug, and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you!" They were tickets to Wicked. Kurt knew Blaine would like it, why wouldn't he? "You'll have to help me pick out an outfit, though." Blaine told Kurt, knowing it would please the young fashionista.
"Oh, I will. Don't worry." Kurt answered him, kissing him back.
When they walked into Kurt's house, they were greeted by Carole, who excitedly wished Blaine a happy birthday, and said "I made cupcakes!" She rushed into the kitchen and came out holding a plate of cupcakes, one which supported a big blue birthday candle.
When Blaine saw it, he blushed. "You really didn't have to." He began, but Carole cut him off.
"Don't bother. You're practically family now." She hugged him, and Blaine felt so warm inside.
At that moment Finn came crashing down the steps, probably drawn by the smell of food. Once he located the source, he made a beeline for the cupcakes. Burt also appeared, and walked towards the group of people. "What are these for?" Finn asked, as he grabbed a cupcake.
"It's Blaine's birthday." Carole answered him.
Finn turned around to Blaine, to wish him a happy birthday, but he was distracted. "Dude! What happened to your face?"
Kurt glared at him. On the other hand, Blaine, who had completely forgotten about his face in the excitement of the cupcakes and being considered a part of Kurt's family, touched the side of his face, and stuttered a bit. "Uh-I-"
"You don't need to know everything!" Kurt protested.
"Kurt-" Blaine began.
Burt interrupted. "I kinda want to know too. My bad, but this is sort of a father thing, and if something happened I want to know about it."
So it was Kurt who took to explaining what had happened. When he finished, his family stared at them. Finn had that look on his face, that clueless Finn look he always got. Burt spoke first, addressing Blaine. "Does this kind of thing happen a lot?"
"Umm, no. Well, it used to, but hasn't happened since I transferred to Dalton."
Burt nodded, and turned to Kurt. "You seem fine. Did they try to go after you too?"
Kurt mulled this over before answering. He wasn't sure which the right answer was. "Kind of. They weren't really interested in me until I yelled to get someone's attention. But actually…" He paused, trying not to sound too proud. "This one kid was about to punch me, but Blaine stopped him. He punched the kid in the face." He had to try to keep from smiling.
Finn's reaction was by far the funniest of the three. He nearly choked on his cupcake. "He- what?" He looked Blaine up and down as though trying to find a way that that scenario was possible. When Finn saw everyone looking at him, he threw his hands up and shrunk back a little. Carole scooped Kurt and Blaine into another hug, before bringing the plate of cupcakes into the living room for consumption. Burt only nodded at them yet again, but when Blaine passed him, Burt patted the boy on the back. When Blaine turned around to look at him, he shrugged a bit, while the corners of his mouth turned up.
After they ate the cupcakes, and a rather hilarious round of happy birthday (the Hummel-Hudson family sounded quite strange together), Kurt kicked everyone out of the room except Blaine so that they could watch Hercules. Kurt watched the entirety snuggled into Blaine's chest, with the boy's arm around him. Blaine loved it this way; they were so close, and though he knew it was weird to say out loud, snuggling was nice.
When the movie ended, Kurt stood up. "Time for your last present. Come on." He grabbed Blaine's arm, pulling him to the back door. They stood outside on the back porch, until Kurt gestured to Blaine to sit down on their porch-swing. Kurt stepped inside again for only a second, and returned carrying a CD player. "I'm sure you can guess what it's for now, but incase for some reason you're starting to develop a slower understanding like my step-brother, I'll say it." When he spoke again it was soft and sweet. "I'm singing you a song."
Blaine smiled broadly as Kurt turned on the CD player, and music started to play out of the speakers. Blaine recognized the song almost immediately, and it brought tears to his eyes before Kurt even started to sing. And once again, the question rang through his mind: How do I deserve this?
Kurt sang, the song fitting his voice amazingly. When I was younger I saw my daddy cry, and curse at the wind.
All Blaine could do was stare, mesmerized, at the beautiful boy who was singing. To him. This song was for him, and he wanted to remember this moment forever.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.
All the time Kurt sang, he looked directly at Blaine. He needed the other boy to know that he meant this, and that it was real.
But darling, you are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
Burt and Carole, upon hearing their son's voice from outside, approached the window. They looked out and saw the scene that was playing out in front of them. They looked at each other, and their hands fell into one another's. And though it sort of felt like they were intruding on something, they kept watching, intent on not being seen.
And up until now I've sworn to myself, that I'm content with loneliness.
Because none of it was ever worth the risk.
Well you are the only exception.
Kurt reached out his hand to Blaine, silently asking him to dance. Blaine grinned larger, and took his hand. They held on to each other, slowly turning on the spot.
I've got a tight grip on reality,
but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
Blaine caught the eyes of Kurt's parents through the window. They expected him to look at least a little angry for interrupting, but the look he gave them caught them off guard. Because somehow, in a single look, Blaine had managed to convey so much. It was a plea that they would accept him, and allow things like this to keep happening for as long as Kurt wanted. It was a thank you, for being so welcoming and open to him, and for letting him date their son. And it was a promise to do whatever he could, for Kurt, and for their relationship. And they understood.
You are the only exception. You are the only exception.
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.
When the music drifted away, Kurt and Blaine stared into each other's eyes. "Thank you." Blaine whispered. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, pulling him close, and kissing him on the lips. Blaine kissed back, thinking about how this was, by far, the best birthday he'd ever had.
You like it? That was me trying out some angst, along with the necessary fluff that we know and love. If you like it, or there is something you don't like about this fic, please review and tell me why, or what it is, because reviews are great. And thank you to everyone who's reading. :)