When he got up this morning, Blaine thought about some things that he still needed from his parent's house. His guitar, for one. He never really played it anymore, but watching Puck last night made him want to start again. He also didn't have any of his important papers, like his birth certificate, and if he needed them, he didn't want to be at the mercy of his mother's time line to get them. He would call her this morning and ask her to put any of his essential paperwork in an envelope and he would pick it up later in the day. And he needed to ask Burt about the car situation.

He felt nervous about starting at McKinley tomorrow. Not only for himself, but for Kurt too. He knew that Kurt was very sensitive about attention being given to Blaine by, well…anyone, and he didn't want to do anything to make that worse. He thought about it, and when it came right down to it, Kurt feeling uncomfortable about Sam was about the same way that Blaine felt about Karofsky. He didn't want to see this guy around Kurt, and yet it would inevitably happen. They just had to be smart in how they handled these things when they came up. They would have to deal with Sam on a regular basis because of Glee, so why not try to make the best of a bad situation. He turned to look at Kurt, still sound asleep. He loved waking up next to him.

He also thought back to the first time he saw Kurt, and how thankful he was for that day. What he remembered most were his eyes. And then, that voice. When he spoke, it was almost child like, breathy and so sexy. Sometimes, even now, when they were apart, he just had to close his eyes and he could hear it. When he was excited about things, it would get higher, something that Kurt hated, but Blaine adored. But when they were here in bed, and he would whisper in Blaine's ear something that was sure to drive him wild, it was with that other voice, the one that sent shivers down his spine.

He rubbed Kurt's face with the back of his hand, causing him to stir.

Kurt rolled on to his back, and Blaine slid down and put his head on his shoulder.

"I have to do a couple of things later today, but we have all morning. What do you want to do, beautiful?"

"Couple of things?" Kurt rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up.

"Unfortunately I'm going to have to deal with my mother. She has all of my paperwork , like my birth certificate and stuff, and I want to get that from her. It won't take long."

"I can go with you if you want."

"I think it would be quicker if I just went. Besides, I don't want you getting all sad seeing the guesthouse again. Our memories are here with us now."

"Well, take Finn with you. He's good if you have anything heavy to lift".

"Can you text him for me? If he can drive me over there about three o'clock or so, that would be great. Then, when I get back, we can figure out dinner and have a nice romantic evening. How does that sound?"

"It sounds perfect." Kurt grabbed his phone from the nightstand and sent a text to Finn. He answered right away. "Ok, three o'clock it is."

"Good. Now, you need to get up so that we can start our day." Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt, and then pulled the comforter from him. Kurt pulled it back, and asked for ten more minutes. Blaine agreed, and went to put coffee on. When Kurt finally got out of bed, they played with Bocelli for a bit, trying to teach him to say "Hello". All he could muster was "Hell". Kurt shook his finger at the bird. "Young man, that won't do in mixed company."

Finn knocked just before 3pm, and when Kurt opened the door, he started laughing. "Get in here. I don't want my neighbors seeing you looking like that". He grabbed his arm and pulled him through the door.

"What? Is it too much?"

"I think it's kind of not enough. Where are your pants?"

"These are pants. They're for bike riding. Coach Bieste says that bicycling is a great form of exercise to build lower body strength. So I'm gonna try it."

Blaine came out of the bedroom, and stopped short when he saw Finn. "Oh, brother…what's that all about?"

"You two need to bone up on sports trends. What I'm wearing is appropriate."

"For Lance Armstrong, perhaps. Finn, I beg you, put something on over that. It's indecent."

"I have a t-shirt with a big chicken on it if you want to tie it around your waist". Blaine was still chuckling as he grabbed his keys from the counter. "If we get a flat, and have to walk anywhere, you'll regret your wardrobe choice immediately." Blaine gave a look back at Kurt and smiled. He loved this family.

"Carol, I need your help."

"What's wrong Kurt?"

"Well, first, did you see the outfit on your son?"

"I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen. Something about lower body strength."

"He'll get plenty of that as he runs away from the village elders once he's seen in public." He and Carol laughed together about that visual.

"So what did you need, sweetie?"

"I want to cook something amazing for Blaine tonight. We haven't had a real home-cooked meal since we moved in. I want to surprise him".

"I think maybe you should try something easy, like chicken. They have pop-up timers in them, and they really are an easy choice. Just make yourself a list and run up to the grocery store. Call me when you get back home, and I'll talk you through it."

Kurt got dressed and went up to the grocery store. Looking around the meat department, he finally found the poultry section. So many choices. He rang the bell for assistance, and when someone came out to help him, he had their head spinning within thirty seconds.

"Why is this one called an "oven stuffer?"

"That pop up timer thing—what are the ramifications if we eat it by accident?"

"Is that really a "Cornish" hen or just a baby chicken that was too slow to get away?"

"There are three legs in that package of chicken parts. Care to explain?"

He finally decided on which bird to buy, walked around grabbing some vegetables, and something for dessert. Shopping wasn't so hard, he thought.

When he got home, he called Carol, and she told him how to put it in the pan, things to do to make the skin brown evenly as it cooked, and how to make the vegetables.

"Blaine is going to be so surprised, Kurt. What a nice Sunday dinner he'll be coming home to. Let's home things don't go too badly for him with his mother."

"I know. I want tonight to be perfect. Ok, I'm off to cook. Wish me luck."

When they were in the car, Blaine broached the subject of Sam with Finn. "You know him better than I do. What's going on in that head of his?"

"You know, this whole thing has Puck and I completely confused. Sam never liked dudes before, so I can't imagine why you."

"Thanks, I think".

"You know what I mean. He knows you're taken. He knows you and Kurt live together. I don't know what triggered this."

"I just don't want Kurt getting hurt. He takes everything so personally that I'd hate for anything to happen to upset him at school. He doesn't deserve that."

"Anything new on Azimeo?" Finn hadn't heard anything more since that day in the McKinley parking lot, when he told Finn that it was Kurt who was the target of his anger, not Blaine.

"No. I guess I'll have to talk to a lawyer at some point".

Blaine looked over at Finn, and was happy that he had a pseudo big brother around. "Can I ask you something, Finn? It's kind of personal."

"Sure. But like I've said before, I don't think I'm your type." Finn smiled at him, and made one of those weird Finn faces that cracked Blaine up.

"Kurt told me that there was a time when he had feelings for you."

"Yeah, it was kind of awkward. But when Burt started to date my mom, I got to know him better. And he's a great person. If we all played for the same team, I can't say I wouldn't get all over the moon about Kurt. I mean, he's that awesome, you know? What brought this up?"

"How did you get past that? Knowing that he felt like that about you?"

"I really wasn't very nice to Kurt in the beginning. And I said some things to him that were very hurtful. Sometimes I can't believe that he even forgave me. But you warm up to him, you know? You almost can't not love Kurt. The weird thing is…when Sam first joined Glee Club, Kurt thought that he was gay. Of course, I thought he was crazy. And here we are."

"Well, hopefully if I ignore it, this "thing" he has for me will pass without much fanfare."

Finn made a last turn, and then pulled into the familiar driveway. "Ok, here we go. Do you want me to come in with you?"

"No, I think it will be easier one on one. I won't be long. And thanks, Finn…for everything."

About half an hour later, Blaine came down the driveway with a large envelope in his hand.

"How did it go?"

"Well, it's nice to know that my whole life can be contained in one package".

"Well, cheer up. I have an idea." Finn drove towards town, and stopped when they got to car dealership. "We can just look. They're closed today so no one will bother us.'

"I don't have any insurance money yet for my old car. I can't buy anything."

"We're just looking. Come on, get an idea of what you like."

As they got out of the car, Blaine looked one more time at Finn's outfit. "Honestly, do you really want to be seen in those?"

They walked around, looking at several vehicles, none of them catching Blaine's eye. Finn, on the other hand, had plenty of suggestions.

"Look at this. You could carry anything in this one."

"Finn, do you really see Kurt and I driving around town in a pick-up truck? I want you to just think about it for a second. Kurt. In a pick-up truck."

Finn sighed. "I guess you're right. What about this one? It's a beauty."

"It's a convertible. The hair, remember?" Blaine had some naughty thoughts go through his head about Kurt's hair, when it's been all wild after a shower, and how hot it looked.

"Hmmm…ok, what about that one?" Finn pointed over to a smaller European car. They looked inside, and Blaine laughed out loud.

"What's so funny? This is a nice one. More your type."

"Is that a crack about my height? Forgive me if I'm not freakishly tall like some other person I know."

"I like it. Hey…it's open. Sit inside. Imagine yourself driving down the road…."

"I don't know, Finn. You know that Kurt is going to have to sign off on anything I pick."

Finn tried to get behind the wheel…and promptly got stuck. "Huh…this is awkward"

"Slide the seat back. Maybe that will help." Blaine was stifling a laugh, and couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"This reminds me of one of those clown cars at the circus. Don't get jammed in there, Finn. I'm not touching you in those pants."

"Fine…you get in here, and I'll try the passenger seat." Finn finally slid out and moved to the passenger seat. "Nice. Lots of leg room."

Blaine got behind the wheel, and he had to admit, it was a nice car. Kurt would probably like it, but they'd have to come back and take another look. His train of thought was interrupted by a voice next to the car.

"Gentlemen…the lot is closed. Want to explain how you got into the car without a key?"

Blaine looked up-and was staring right into the face of the same Sheriff that had caught he and Kurt in that compromising position in the car that night. What are the chances?

Finn spoke up first. "We're sorry, sir. My friend here is looking for a new car, and this one was open. We just wanted to see how it felt inside."

"Well, out of there, the two of you. Hey…wait a second,"-he looked at Blaine closely-"aren't you that fella that was in the car with Burt Hummel's boy that night? Heh…nice to see you in the front seat this time."

Finn's mouth dropped open, and he looked at Blaine.

"And you're the quarterback over at McKinley, right? Finn Hudson…yeah, nice to meet you, son. Keep up the good work." He shook Finn's hand, and said, "I guess there's no harm done here. You boys stay out of trouble, now."

As he drove away, Finn turned to Blaine "Ok, this story I must hear immediately".

"It was nothing. Kurt and I were just sitting in a parking lot one night, and we were interrupted by our friend here. That's all."

"Interrupted…before….after….wait, not during…?"

"Finn, have I ever told you that I hate you?"

"You have, but I know you don't mean it. Wow, Kurt must have died when that happened."

"Well, it was worse when he was asked if Burt was his father. Not one of our best moments."

Finn looked inside the back window of the car. "Well, there's plenty of room back there. You guys should be fine".

"Still hating you." Blaine looked at his watch. "Come on. I think we've done enough damage for one day."

A few hours had gone by, but he had gotten everything he needed from his mother. Hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with her again for a while. He put his guitar case down, and put the envelope in his mouth. He put his key in the lock, and the second he turned the doorknob, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Kurt? What's that awful smell?"

"It's dinner."

"I don't think so. Did you open a window?"

"No, I've been busy trying to fix this." Kurt had a baking pan on the top of the stove, which had smoke coming from it. The smoke detector was making a low whiny noise, and was hanging by it's wires.

"What on earth is that? I mean, in it's former life?" Blaine looked over Kurt's shoulder at the carnage that was in the pan.

"It's a chicken. See the little wings there?"

"Kurt, it looks like the poor guy was trying to surrender. What happened?"

Blaine was struggling not to laugh, especially since Kurt looked so serious.

"Well…I was trying to do what Carol does. She rubs butter on the skin so that it gets all brown. We didn't have butter, so I rubbed some vegetable oil on it."

"Which would probably explain the little grease fire you have going there." Blaine looked into the pan. "What the heck is that?"

"It's a sweet potato".

Blaine looked in the pan again, and pushed at it with his finger. "Really?"

Kurt put down his utensils and looked at Blaine. "I'm a terrible cook".

"Well, no…you just need some practice. You told me you used to cook for your Dad all the time. You just…you need to get back into the swing of things". Blaine touched one of the burnt wings and it broke off in his hand.

He turned towards Kurt, and couldn't help but smile after a closer look. He was wearing an apron, and had oven mitts on both hands. "Kurt…is that a hairnet?"

"You can never be too careful."

Blaine pulled the hairnet off, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You are adorable."

"I made dessert, too." Kurt reached into the refrigerator and pulled out an uncovered bowl that proceeded to splash red liquid all over the floor. Blaine bent down and picked up a piece of banana.

"Let me guess…Jell-o?"

Kurt nodded. "It's been in there forever. I don't know why it hasn't set yet."

"I've only been gone a few hours. Did you follow the directions?"

"Well…it said to use 2 cups of hot water and 2 cups of cold water, but I thought if I just used cold water it would set quicker". Kurt pulled a slice of banana from the top of his shoe. "I guess I was wrong."

Blaine walked up to Kurt and hugged him, holding him tight. "Thank you for trying to make such an great dinner. I'm proud of you."

"But what can we eat now?" Blaine was sensing Kurt's frustration with himself.

"Well, let's see. We have soup, right? And we can make grilled cheese to go with it."

"We don't have butter, remember?" Kurt looked down again at the burned carcass. "He does."

"Ok, let's do this. I'll run over to the 7-11 to get some butter. You go ahead and give our poor victim there a proper funeral, and we'll worry about cleaning the pan later. Just let it soak for a while." Kurt made a pouting face. "Baby, it's ok. I love that you tried."

Blaine came back quickly from the store, and Kurt had cleaned up the red puddle from the floor.

"See, this is nice. We're working together. And no wildlife was hurt during the making of this meal." They sat watching TV and eating their dinner, talking about his trip to see his mother, and about school tomorrow. When they were finished, Kurt cleared the dishes, and loaded them into the dishwasher.

"I'm going to go jump in the shower, and then we can just take it easy tonight. Just the two of us, ok?" Blaine got up from the couch and walked into their bedroom. They kept their towels in the same large closet where they had their clothes, and when Blaine looked in there, he stood and smiled, shaking his head.

"Kurt…I can't believe I'm saying this, but I need you to get in the closet".

Kurt walked in, and Blaine was holding one of his new shirts in his hand. "Did you color code my hangers?"

"Well, since you're used to wearing a uniform, I wanted to make this fabulous closet a stress free zone. It's too perfect to be anything else."

"But I don't have nearly the wardrobe that you do. I think my decisions in the mornings will be easy." Blaine hung the shirt up, and Kurt immediately moved it to its proper area.

"Well, you say that now. But let's imagine this-you find out at the last minute that pictures are going to be taken for…I don't know…some club you may join. You want something that's going to bring out your beautiful eyes and look good with your coloring. This makes it simple."

"I don't think I've ever seen so many shoes, Kurt. Do you actually wear all of them?"

"At some time or another. It depends on my mood."

Blaine smiled at this amazing person standing next to him. "Life with Kurt Hummel is going to be quite the roller coaster ride".

Kurt was sitting up in bed when Blaine got out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around him, and his hair was everywhere. He took Kurt's breath away.

"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?" Kurt felt his cheeks flush just looking at him.

"I'm a mess. Look at this hair. But thank you, baby." Blaine tilted his head and stared for a moment at Kurt. He could see his chest rising and falling quickly, and his eyes, those incredible eyes, peering at him behind his long lashes. Blaine knew that look.

"I love you, Kurt…more than you know." Blaine walked over to the side of the bed where Kurt was laying. He looked up at Blaine, who put his hand on the side of his face before bending down to kiss him. Kurt let out a little moan, and Blaine knew that this was going to be a night to remember.

Kurt sat up against the headboard, with the pillows at his back. His eyes never strayed from Blaine's face. His mouth was open slightly, and Blaine ran the tip of his finger across his bottom lip. "You are so beautiful, Kurt."

He knelt down on the edge of the bed, leaning in to kiss Kurt again. This time, Kurt put his hand into Blaine's hair, and pulled him closer. Their kiss was deep, neither one wanting to break it. Kurt finally did. "Blaine, I love you…I love you…I…" until Blaine's mouth was on his again, hungry to taste Kurt's tongue against his.

"I can't believe that you're mine, Kurt. Those lips, that body…that big heart of yours…mine…" Blaine kissed him harder now, and he straddled Kurt's legs, pressing him to the headboard. Kurt's hands were on his thighs, his nails pressing into his skin, and then, in one move, he pulled the towel off. Kurt took a deep breath as he looked at him, all of him, and felt so overcome with desire that he could barely speak.

"You're still dressed, Kurt. We need to do something about that." Kurt nodded, and began to unbutton his shirt. Blaine started at the bottom, and their hands met in the middle. Blaine pulled Kurt forward, and slid the shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Blaine undid Kurt's belt, and pulled it through the loops one at a time. It was an incredibly sexy move, and Blaine smiled at the look on Kurt's face. "You liked that, I see."

"I did." And there it was…that breathy, throaty sound that comes from Kurt during moments like this. Blaine could barely control himself. He slowly unzipped Kurt's pants—"lift up just a little, baby"—and slid them, and his underwear, down and off, where they ended up on the floor next to his shirt.

Blaine pulled Kurt down so that his head was down on the pillows, and pushed his legs apart, kneeling between them. He kissed Kurt's neck, and then down his shoulders…his arms…down to his fingertips, which he held up to his lips to kiss each one. He felt Kurt's body shiver under his, and as Kurt watched, Blaine moved down and took Kurt into his mouth, sending him over the edge almost immediately.

Blaine moved alongside Kurt, laying his head next to his on the pillow. He took his hand in his, holding it up near his racing heart, and they both stared up at the ceiling.

"Marry me, Kurt."

After what seemed like an eternity yet was only seconds….

"Ok...let's do it."