As the party dwindled down around eleven, some of the Warblers who lived close started to leave. Most of them were gone by 11:30, but Blaine had guest rooms for the members who didn't like quite so close. Kurt would have been happy sleeping on the floor, like a normal slumber party, but when Blaine showed him the room he would be staying in, he just about fainted. It was decorated in with the same elegance as Blaine's room, but it was far simpler. It was a sleigh bed, but still a queen size, with drapes that kept the room warmer even when the fireplace at the far end of the room was lit (which it was). A small table and chairs was placed in the corner, as well as a leather chair in the opposite. The lights were coordinated just right, to create a certain ambiance that made Kurt create the sound of a relaxing coffee shop saxophone in his head.

"Is the room to your liking, Kurt?" Blaine asked as he followed Kurt in, and shut the door behind him.

"To my liking? Blaine, this is better than any room I will ever stay in. I would have been happy on a couch." He walked over to the bed, and pushed himself up onto it, and smiled at Blaine. "Tonight was wonderful. You seemed so much more at ease than at the dinner party." Blaine expressed that fact when he approached the bed and took Kurt's hands, but he kept his head bowed. "It's something with your dad. When he leaves, you're relieved. I mean, I understand it, but you have this paranoia that breaks my heart when he's around. On my way home, the only thing I was thinking about was calling you, so I knew that you were okay." Blaine bit his lip, but Kurt kept his eyes on him. He knew that the love of his life was hiding something from him, and he had every right to, except that not telling someone was leading to Blaine getting hurt in some way, whether it be mentally or physically.

Blaine eventually sighed and lay down on the bed, pulling Kurt with him so they lay facing each other, still holding hands. "Things are a little rough with my family, and not just with my dad being so conservative and having to put up with me, the one that loves show tunes and boys. My parents' marriage was, for the most part, arranged, because my dad could only chose from the debutantes, the very well to do debutantes with quite a bit of old money, and in a rush, because he was almost 30, he married my mom, because let's face it, she's beautiful."

"And rather nice, don't forget."

"Oh certainly. But anyways, right after they got married, my dad was still in high demand. He was a lawyer, and he would work late some nights. My mom apparently accused him of having an affair, which she later found was true, but she couldn't really worry about it, because I came along soon after. However, since then dad has been on edge with mom because he's always had some temper issues, and he accuses her of loving me more than him, and it makes me feel guilty. I mean, I know he's a dick, but I feel like it's partially my fault. They're always fighting, and half of the time it's over me and the things I do. Dad thinks that because I'm gay, I can't love my mom, because she's a girl."

"What? That's absurd! Why don't your parents get a divorce, if it's so difficult to get through a single day?"

"Because it would ruin both of their images. My family has a spotless reputation, and if it gets out that they divorce then our prestige will go down the toilet. Then again, it doesn't matter for me. After all, it's not like I'll be able to get a wife and have more little Buchanan babies. I'm not going to be a lawyer, or a politician, or a CEO of any Fortune 100 company. I just want to sing, perform and make people happy. I want to be happy." He took a deep breath in, and closed his eyes.

Kurt wanted so badly to just wrap his arms around him, kiss him and tell him that it's all okay, but he didn't know if that would be the absolute appropriate time. He would be putting his selfish desires before Blaine's pain. He looked so vulnerable, so weak on the bed with his eyes closed as if he was sleeping, but Kurt could practically hear the voices in Blaine's head. He was probably remembering arguments over him, his parents screaming, but he wouldn't cry. Blaine was strong enough, closed in enough, that he wouldn't cry. He wasn't as much of a girl as Kurt was.

"What can I do, to make you happy, Blaine? That's all I want in the world is to see that wonderful smile of yours. It tells me that everything is right with the world, because you are the world." Blaine opened his eyes, and noticed that Kurt's eyes were sparkling with tears. Instinctively, he wiped them away, but the touch only made the tears flow harder.

"Why are you crying? This isn't your burden to bear…"

"Because—" Kurt didn't have the guts to say it. No…not now.

"Kurt…you'll make me start crying if you don't tell me…don't make me cry Kurt." Even with his plea, Kurt could tell by the choke in his voice that he was trying to remain strong.

"Oh please Blaine, I don't want to cause you any more pain. I just…it doesn't seem right to say." His voice shuttered when Blaine wiped away the tears once more.

"I can handle it. Just me." He attempted to give Kurt a smile, but it still didn't compare to his others. Regardless, Kurt suddenly had the feeling that it would all be okay, that he needed to let the cat out of the bag already because otherwise it would suffocate and die.

"Blaine, your smile makes me know the world is right because you are the world to me. Ever since I stopped you on the stairs the first time, by some twist of fate, I have wanted to know you more, and when I began to know you, I began to care about you. You have done more for me than any of my friends, even the best ones, and I've only known you for a few months." He took a deep breath. "Basically, you've become the subject of my affections. I…I love you. I know that's what this feeling is, because it's never been quite the same as anything else I've ever felt. It's just this amazing, never ending, feeling that—" Blaine had pressed a finger to Kurt's lips, When the boy looked up, he was smiling at him.

"Kurt, oh my goodness, Kurt. You have so much courage, so much more than me. It's not just because you stood up to your bullies as long as it was safe, but I've wanted to tell you that for so long, but I never had the guts to tell you." Kurt's eyes grew wide and he found himself unable to breath breathe evenly. Someone loved…him? In a way he approved? He could barely think straight, and he felt his face warm up dangerously.

"R-Really? Oh my goodness, really? Am, am I dreaming? I mean this is a very comfortable bed…" Blaine chuckled, and moved his body closer to Kurt's.

"No, no you're not dreaming. If you were, I'd be quite upset, and I'd wake up wondering how you knew so much about my parents." Their faces were inches apart, and Kurt was sure that Blaine could feel the heat from his face. He hated that Blaine had the best skin, and never seemed to show a blush. Kurt saw Blaine's chin tilt up, and then felt a warm dampness on his forehead. Was that…was that a kiss? I…I feel faint! Blaine smiled at Kurt, but saw how frightened he looked, with his wide eyes of shock and his reddening face. He shimmied away from Kurt on the bed, and eventually stood up. Kurt sat up violently and gave himself a head rush.

"Where are you going? You can't just say something like that and walk away! Don't you know how this works?" Kurt rolled himself off the bed and stood in front of Blaine, hating sometimes that he was taller than the dark haired boy, because he seemed to wear the skirt in the relationship. He dipped his head in slightly, to change that fact. "I mean, it's just so much for me to handle. I've never been love before…I've never had a kiss that…one that counted, and it was really overwhelming to get even a peck from someone I love." He smiled at Blaine, that subtle little smiled, before he leaned in and gave the boy a real kiss, with all the feeling he'd wanted to express to Blaine, but couldn't find a song that truly portray what he wished to say so badly. His arms formed a protective embrace around him, and Blaine followed his example, until there was no space between them, and they became a single entity. Kurt felt his foot pop up a few inches off the ground, like he was inside the Princess Diaries. The only sound in the room was the crackling fire, popping with heat. When they finally broke apart, wanting to see the other's face, both of them were smiling like they'd never seen the other smile before.