Put this up a little early because I'm pretty proud of it. I made edits to chapter three. No more significant story plot occurs, but as my writing with this 3rd person improves, I'm making small changes. Just prettier and nicer to read. Enjoy this chapter.

Some Boys

"To three years."

Kurt smiled and raised his glass to clink with the side of Blaine's. The gentle smile on Blaine's lips still made butterflies appear in his stomach and an incredible urge to kiss him tinkle in his lips. It was amazing to him to think about all that they had accomplished together as a couple, and if you added all of their accomplishments as individuals, it was easy to tell why they were so happy. There was really no reason for them to be upset.

Blaine shook his head as their glasses clinked and raised a handsome dark brow. "To your new job."

Kurt let his head sit a little higher, the smug smile forming on his face. "Well that too." They drank together, a small sip before lowering their glasses. They fell into an easy position in the corner of the sofa, Kurt leaning into Blaine's chest as his feet tucked underneath him. This easy companionship was something Kurt had yearned for his whole life. It seemed like an impossible thing to hope for when the very way he loved was condemned and immoral. When his rights were lesser than other men's rights and he was lucky if he could get to class without his clothes being intact. He spent months saving for designer brands hoping the superficial underworld that was high school would look past his sexual exploits and find status in his material possessions. Unfortunately, not even Alexander McQueen was enough to distract people from Kurt's sexuality.

Only someone who had ever been in a long-term relationship that was successful would understand what Kurt meant when he said it seemed like so long ago, yet only yesterday when Blaine kissed him for the first time. Three years to him seemed like a lifetime, but looking back on all of the good times they shared, and the love they still felt, it was hard to believe that so long had passed. He sipped his spiced cider lightly, happy with the warm comfort of Blaine's chest behind him and Blaine's arm resting across his own chest, half hugging him.

The lights in the room were dim, the T.V. off, the porch light on and the door locked. They were ready to stay in for the night, and the promises of the evening mixed with his right to promise was enough to make him take Blaine's empty hand and kiss it. So much in his life had been partial or destroyed. His mother gone…. High school had been menacing and exasperating. Then there was Glee. Glee brought him friends, it brought him hope, and it gave him something to believe in. Glee led him to the love of his life, and not to mention new family members in Finn and Donna. It was not an understatement to say that the club had changed his life in particular. And Glee had brought him Rachel. Rachel who most days he wanted to strangle…but who had allowed him to believe in something he would never have had the courage to believe in otherwise. Rachel who had given him the nerve to come here and to audition. He was not too proud to admit (at least to himself) that he owed her a lot. He could not be any more great-full than he was in this moment.

"You're quiet tonight."

Blaine's smooth voice broke his train of thought and Kurt's smile was instantaneous.

"I'm feeling grateful."

"So am I."

Kurt leaned away and looked up at Blaine; wide examining eyes…he would never get tired of knowing that those eyes were watching him. With scrutiny or love or any other emotion good or otherwise, they were much too deep and beautiful to be hated. There was a ghost of a smile forming in Blaine's dimple as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Kurt's lips. When he pulled away his grin widened and a hand traced Kurt's face.

"You still blush. Every time."

"It's probably because I'm still astonished that you kiss me that way."

Blaine smiled and raised a brow. "Like what way?"

Kurt's face didn't lighten in color.

"Like you love me."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand with his free one, lacing their fingers together before he brought their combined web to his lips for a kiss.

"I do love you."

Kurt smiled. The words always in the forefront of his thoughts when he thought of the dark haired boy were finally on his lips. "I love you too."

Kurt moved back into his position on Blaine's chest feel more in love than he ever thought he'd have the right to feel. "Tell me something. About us."

It was a common game between them. They never kept secrets from one another, but romantic thoughts, such as the ones Kurt was feeling, were nice when they were voiced. They weren't secrets, but it seemed like meeting for the first time and being in love when you discovered something new about your relationship. Those things were hard to come by when you were together for so long. Blaine sighed and Kurt felt Blaine's chin lift away from his head. He imagined how they looked. Curled together, both clutching drinks. Blaine's head lifted towards the ceiling in thought. The image made Kurt smile. He felt very grown up.

"Let me see…do you remember when I asked you to live with me the first time, what you told me?"

"That I had to be there for Rachel?"

"Right. I don't remember every word you said, but the look on your face…" The pause made Kurt nervous and excited all at once. "The look on your face was so…determined. The thought of leaving her alone wasn't even an option. I know that you're in love with being in love, and I was so sure that you would say yes to me when I asked you. I never imagined that I would love you more because you said no." Kurt felt Blaine brush his thumb across the back of his hand. "I remember driving back to my place without you and knowing without a doubt, that I would love you more from that moment on. That I would look at you every day the way I looked at you the first time I saw you…Kurt."

Kurt raised his head again to look at Blaine. Blaine's brow was wrinkled, his eyes intense.

"I wanted to be there for you so badly and I could tell that you wanted to say yes. I saw the struggle…but your face was so sure of what you had to do. And I knew that if I ever needed you that badly, you would be there to take care of me too." Blaine smiled and Kurt tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat. "It made me feel so safe." Kurt crushed his lips against Blaine's relishing the flavor of the salt in his tears and Blaine's sweet lips. The moment was from a 1920's black and white he was sure of it. Maybe better.

When they broke apart Kurt folded himself back into Blaine and Blaine swiveled his drink with a smile.

"Kurt? Move in with me."

Kurt's smile faded. "I can't Blaine…not yet."

"Why not!"

The Agitation in Blaine's voice was out of place, bitter in the sickly sweet atmosphere of the room. Kurt's vision landed on the picture frame of Nationals across the room on the mantle.

"You already know the answer to that."

Blaine sighed. "Kurt she's an adult. Your presence there is just holding her back from getting on with her life. And I want you in mine." He could tell that Blaine was thinking. Trying to grasp for things that would change his mind. "Think about it. Waking up next to me every morning. The two of us driving to your rehearsals. Every night when I pick you up asking "How was your day, dear?" and you saying "Oh just awful! Please! A cushion for my feet!"

The last part was a joke but the idea of coming home to Blaine was not. It was enticing.

Kurt moved away, this time to the other end of the sofa, his drink coming dangerously close to spilling in his abrupt movements.

"How can you criticize me for the very thing you just told me you admired so much?"

Blaine's smile was begging. Like he was explaining a trick to the same old dog and was tired of explaining it.

"Come on Kurt, you have to see where I'm coming from on this. At some point you two have to lead separate lives and I'm ready to have one with you. I'm sure Rachel would understand."

Kurt scoffed, placing his drink on the coffee table. "Oh please…you know Rachel but not as well as I do. She'd say it was fine and turn into a-a sleepless nightmare the moment my stuff was out of the apartment."

Blaine rubbed his hand down his face, frustration evident to Kurt, though to anyone else it would seem subtle. "Ok, Kurt." He stood and moved to the kitchen. Kurt could hear him dumping the rest of his drink in the sink and setting his glass inside. He moved back into the living room, fighting to say something.

"You know what? I don't think it is Rachel…I think it's you."

Kurt rolled his eyes "Me?"

"Yes. You! I think you're scared of the next step."

Kurt shook his head and stood too. "You're not going back to this argument are you? You know, just because I couldn't say 'I love you' right away when we were Juniors in High school doesn't mean that our entire relationship I'm going to be one step behind you in romantic milestones."

Blaine didn't say anything. So Kurt continued.

"You told me you got the crap beat out of you at your first high school because you were gay. Were you over it junior year? Or senior year? Are you over it now, Blaine? Because if you are then why don't you tell Rachel how to get over this that quickly."

"Those are two completely different things, Kurt."

"Are they?"

The silence was louder than their voices had become. Their arguments were spoken, and nothing was resolved. No one had caved, and no one felt the responsibility to apologize. Blaine grabbed his jacket off of the back of the sofa.

"I'm gonna go."

"Yeah, maybe you should."

Maybe it was because Blaine was right, and Kurt was afraid. Because he was always waiting for Blaine to find an excuse to leave him, but in that moment he took it a step too far.

"Is this the kind of relationship we're going to have?"

Blaine paused in putting on his jacket. "What do you mean?"

"I mean are we going to be fighting like this often? You always looking for ways that I don't feel like you do?" Kurt crossed his arms. "Maybe you should just leave me now."

Blaine shook his head, the comment going right through him. No significance at all. Kurt didn't know if that made him happy or angrier.

"Don't test me Kurt. I don't play games." He moved to the door and opened it, halfway out. "I'll see ya."

Even if he hadn't started it, in the end, Kurt always felt like the fight was his fault.

Next Chapter is Rachel again! If anyone is curious about the time period I have it sorted out by days of the week. I skip a few days sometimes because I think its a little bit too dramatic if something is going on every single day. When Rachel first arrived it was a Monday, making this a Tuesday. The next chapter will be Wednesday. Next chapter is 'Summer Skin'. Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews so far! I feel really flattered that So many different users are enjoying the story, and that those of you who do enjoy keep reading and reviewing. Ive never been such a success :p thanks guys.