Hey guys, this is the last part (the longest so far, over 8,000 words! Ha) and there will be an epilogue, which I didn't really start writing, but all I know is that it will deal with the years in their future, so if you have any ideas or anything you want to see in their future, let me know, and let me know if you liked this chapter.

Sorry that some of you thought the last chapter went too fast, I agree, that just sort of happened that they kissed and then got together immediately, and I realized it too late when someone pointed it out, so hope the rest of you didn't mind the fast pace of last chapter. Hopefully this is a little slower paced than the last, and that you all enjoy!

Part 3, Section 2

Blaine came back to Kurt's dorm room at 9, an hour before curfew. He knocked on Kurt's door and waited against it, and smiled when Kurt opened the door and pulled Blaine in by his shirt.

"Mmm, should I expect a ki-" Blaine started when Kurt's lips covered his. Blaine pushed Kurt against the bed again. Kurt fell back onto the mattress and Blaine climbed on top him. This time Blaine pushed Kurt's legs up over his shoulders, grinding down onto him, "You missed me, didn't you?" Blaine growled out softly and Kurt nodded and blushed and whimpered. Blaine leaned down and used his body weight and his hands to push Kurt's legs back as far as they would go and growled in Kurt's ear, "Fuck, you're so flexible, didn't even realize," as he kissed Kurt's neck trailing down to his collarbone where he sucked hard.

"Bu-but we can't," Kurt cried out suddenly, causing Blaine to stop and pause and remove his hot hands from Kurt's thighs, looking down at Kurt in that compromising position, all vulnerable and blushing.

"Y-you're right, we should stop. A small taste of freedom and some condoms and lube, and look at us," Blaine said pulling away as Kurt put his legs down and sat up. Both of them were semi hard and looked at each other awkwardly. Blaine looked down at his hands and folded them and unfolded them, almost nervously, and then smiled at Kurt with a cute nervous laugh, "I don't know what overcame me, sorry, Kurt."

"Just come lay with me?" Kurt asked softly as he laid on the bed and Blaine listened as he settled against Kurt, being the little spoon, feeling Kurt's hardness against his ass, but not saying a word as he grit his teeth, willing his hormones to stop.

"M-maybe we should cool down first cuz, I-I," Blaine stuttered, sitting up, "I-I'll just sit like so, and you stay like that, don't move a muscle, Kurt," Blaine rambled, motioning with both hands for Kurt to just stay there.

"Aw, now you're the nervous one," Kurt smiled, blushing lightly, "Sorry, we can cool down, just lay beside me, we won't touch." Kurt patted next to him and Blaine slowly laid down so neither of them were touching but laying on their backs. After about a half hour, Blaine reached out his hand and entwined their fingers, only loosening their grip when they boys fell into a soft slumber.

…

It was the first day of class for Kurt, and Kurt and Blaine were both dressed in the Dalton uniform. They held hands in the hallways, on their way to their shared honors history class, and on their way to Glee club, loving that it created no controversy, no shoving into lockers, nothing really, except Wes and the other guys patting their backs and smirking at them, causing the two boys to laugh.

By the time Glee club rolled around, Kurt was feeling overwhelmed by all the homework he had to do, feeling slightly nauseous with a touch of a headache, pressure between his eyes that just wouldn't go away. He had to read for every class, write two papers, and work on a group project for history, which he had to get Blaine to join his group, after all Blaine was too smart for his own good. He knew this was a college prep school, not easy like McKinley, but still, it felt all too ridiculous; he felt like he was drowning in swarms of paper, no wonder why Blaine has all those books and papers in his room.

"Blaine, there's so much homework," Kurt said softly as they stood outside the big double doors that lead into the warbler's council room. Kurt leaned into Blaine, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder, hiding his face, for a quick second with a soft sigh as he closed his eyes, "My head hurts so bad, I have information overload," Kurt said as he lifted his head and looked at Blaine with a pouty face.

"You'll get used to it, put a smile on that pretty face, it's really not that bad," Blaine said as he straightened Kurt's tie for him.

"Not that bad for you, you're exceptionally smart and you've been doing this for years," Kurt crossed his arms and huffed.

"Relax, Warbler practice will be fun, come on," Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand again and lead him into the empty Warbler practice room.

Blaine took a seat and made sure to pull Kurt down next to him. The boys were a few minutes early, so they were alone.

"Come here, come closer," Blaine requested as Kurt scooted closer to him so their thighs were touching. Kurt went to lean his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine brushed Kurt's hair for a few minutes, before he gently pushed his head up and gently caressed Kurt's face so that Kurt was facing him and looking at him.

"Close your eyes," Blaine requested softly as he stroked the younger man's cheeks with both of his thumbs. Kurt hated when people touched his face, he wanted to so badly push Blaine's fingers off him, but knew it was just Blaine and his hands were clean and he was being gentle and doing whatever he was doing to soothe him and make him feel better, so he let him do this and was kind of enjoying this so far, he gave Blaine a small tired smile.

Kurt looked at him for another second before doing as his boyfriend requested, knowing he trusted him 100 percent. He closed his baby blues, as he felt Blaine's hands move from his cheeks to his temples. Blaine then gently massaged his temples and forehead for just a few seconds before his hands traveled to his shoulders, giving him a quick shoulder massage to calm him down even more before patting his back lightly, whispering to Kurt that he could open his eyes, saying also that during meetings they couldn't touch unless they were singing. Kurt nodded to Blaine and let out a soft sigh of relief as he opened his eyes and now saw the whole room was filled, some of whom he didn't even know. Kurt started to blush.

Blaine moved over slightly, giving them some space… at least Kurt's tension headache felt better. He started to lean against Blaine like he would have done if they were alone, but he stopped himself. They refrained from hand holding during the actual meeting, too, because they didn't want to be "inappropriate during the serious Warbler meeting" (Blaine's words that Kurt twisted into sarcasm), so this is what the dapper Blaine was like, always refraining himself from certain behaviors? Kurt just nodded to Blaine's whispered requests and crossed his legs, folded his hands on his lap, listening intently as Wes and David and Thad spoke about ideas for sectionals.

Kurt raised is hand eagerly, since he was finally starting to feel better, thinking this was his shot to show off with some great new ideas, because the guys seemed to like him, "Ooh, ooh, Warblers, if I may?"

Wes, David and Thad, the three councilmen nodded as Kurt put his hand down, and Blaine watched with amusement, having a feeling this wasn't going to go well.

"Maybe we should try a little something not top 40? It's kind of overdone, not to be rude, or anything."

The councilmen stared, and then huddled up and whispered among themselves.

Wes hit his gavel two times, "We've made a decision. Kurt, that's great that you have ideas, but when you become a councilman then you can decide that,"

Kurt made a face and looked at Blaine, "as if my day wasn't bad enough, you brought me to a prison," he muttered, whispering quite loudly as he crossed his arms and frowned and slouched in his seat.

"Sorry, Kurt, we're different here than McKinley," Blaine whispered, rubbing Kurt's shoulders briefly and pushing him to sit up, which Kurt did slowly and dramatically, making a show out of it, causing Blaine to shake his head, thinking Kurt was too much.

…

At 5pm, Blaine knocked on Kurt's door with his satchel still on his shoulder. He knew Kurt had a bad day and wanted to see if he wanted some dinner.

Kurt opened the door with a pout and a frown and just stomped to his bed where he collapsed.

"Blaine, I have so much homework, I don't even know where to start, and your glee club friends think I'm overstepping. And I have to wear this stupid uniform. I just blend in now," Kurt whined, pulling at the navy sweater, "I miss my Armani, Gucci, Marc Jacobs, D&G, Alexander McQueen," he whispered desperately, looking so sad and pouty.

"Aww, Kurt. You look great in that uniform, and you never blend in," Blaine said softly as set his bag down on the floor and then sat on the bed, gently pushing Kurt, telling him without words to make room.

Kurt scooted over with an annoyed sigh. Blaine laid next to him.

"You coming to dinner? I bet food will make you feel better."

Kurt made a face, "I'm feel too upset to eat," Kurt complained, looking over at Blaine who was just staring at him with wide eyes.

"What?" Kurt asked as Blaine started to stroke Kurt's hair before pulling his hand away.

"Nothing, I just want to wash that frustration away… Um, if I tried something, would I not scare you? I wanted to get you a puppy or a kitty to make you feel better, but we'd have no where to put the cute little thing, and since you don't wanna eat and all, so that means we have time…" Blaine asked, sitting up slightly, looking Kurt over.

Kurt shook his head no to Blaine's question, wanting to laugh at the idea of them sharing an animal as if it'd be their baby, and then realized what Blaine was doing. He looked down as Blaine slowly unbuttoned Kurt's sweater and started pushing it off. Kurt gently helped him take it off before settling back down on the bed, looking up at Blaine with vulnerability in his eyes.

Blaine smiled in reassurance, leaning down to kiss the side of Kurt's mouth. Kurt tilted his head to capture Blaine's lips full in his, letting out a sigh of relief through his nose as Blaine gently added his tongue into Kurt's mouth. Kurt rested his hands on Blaine's back, rubbing it slowly.

Blaine loosened Kurt's tie and slid it off is neck and tossed it on the floor as he started to unbutton Kurt's white dress shirt.

With each button, Blaine caressed Kurt's chest. He could feel Kurt start unbuttoning his own shirt, Blaine had already discarded his red sweater vest and his blazer on his dorm room floor. He pulled away from the kiss for a breath and smirked at Kurt as they both breathed heavily against each other's faces.

Kurt blushed but smiled and let out a small groan as Blaine pulled at Kurt's pants and buckle as Blaine started to undo them, gently tugging the pants off, as Kurt pushed off Blaine's already untucked button down, and thrusted into Blaine.

"Relax," Blaine grinned looking down at Kurt, his loosened tie hung between them as Kurt started helping Blaine take off his pants. Kurt gripped Blaine's shoulders as he kicked his own shoes off and started kicking at his pants to get them off.

Blaine started kissing at Kurt's bare neck and chest as he too kicked at Kurt's pants and helped them fall off Kurt's legs and off the bed in a crumbled inside out mess.

"So glad, they were loose, you normally wear tight tight pants, I'd never be able to get those off," Blaine grinned as his sucked on Kurt's chest and his hands ran over Kurt's tight boxer briefs, causing Kurt to suck in a long breath.

"Mm hmm," Kurt squeaked at the touch and then let go of Blaine's back and pulled him closer by his tie as their lips collided again. Kurt bit and nibbled at Blaine's lips before sucking them again, causing Blaine to groan out.

As Blaine pulled away from the kiss, he looked down at Kurt and petted his hair back, "Are you feeling better now?" to which Kurt nodded and sat up, using his elbows for support, to kiss Blaine's lips again before falling back onto the bed, and reaching for Blaine's belt buckle…

…

A month had passed, they performed at sectionals and won along with New Directions, and Christmas was coming up very soon. Kurt still didn't know what to get Blaine except for a whole new wardrobe, but he didn't want to insult the love of his life. Kurt shrugged at that thought as he bit at his pen cap.

He was in the common room studying about Charlemagne, trying to actually escape his boyfriend because Blaine was always around, and Kurt never could actually do his homework or study for a test. He had to go here or the library to study because Blaine always managed to show up while he was studying and they'd end up watching a movie and snuggling or making out or going out on a date somewhere close by. It seemed Blaine didn't spend as much time on homework as Kurt needed to, and from Kurt's knowledge Blaine was in 3 AP classes, 1 honors, and had 2 electives, which made his honors French class, his honors history class and his other 4 regular classes look like a joke in comparison.

He once watched Blaine write a paper at his desk as he worked on his Algebra II homework on Blaine's bed. Blaine's books were all spread out on his desk. He finished the 5-page paper in 30 minutes, going from book to book, completely focused. He printed it out on that 30-minute mark, stapled it and put it in his folder. Kurt later found that same paper with a giant A and a smiley face lying on Blaine's desk, discarded and not a big deal. Kurt was struggling for Bs except for French, he hung up his A French paper on his mini fridge, and it didn't even have a smiley face on it…

Kurt sighed softly, trying to stop think about Blaine's annoying perfection and his just straight up need to be with Kurt, which Kurt loved, but needed time to himself so he could actually do well at this school.

"Hey, Kurt, what are you doing?" Blaine came in the common room; dressed in his Dalton uniform, his hair was gelled lightly and still had a wave to it. He smiled wide and carried a boom box, which he set on a desk. Kurt shook his head with a small smirk, still staring at his textbook, trying to soak up one more paragraph before Blaine took him away from his studies. He knew Nick and Jeff must have told him where he hid out to do homework.

"I'm studying for a test I have tomorrow," Kurt looked up from his giant textbook as he twirled the pen around his finger skillfully and just watched Blaine stand there all dapperly and cute.

"Well you should stop for a minute, I want to sing this duet with you."

Kurt stared at him, thinking he was out of his mind, there was no audience here, and there were no Warblers around, "Sing? Ok, sure, only because you want to. What are we singing?" Kurt set his pen down, watching Blaine stand there and smirk all cutely as if he had the greatest idea in the world.

"A Christmas classic, "Baby, It's Cold Outside," Blaine said as he looked over at the snow that was falling against the window pane hitting it ever so gently and then looked back over at Kurt. Blaine pressed play as he started to dance and twirled before motioning for Kurt to start the song. Kurt started to sing, his legs crossed, smiling at Blaine as they sung to each other. Blaine inched his way closer to Kurt in awe of his countertenor voice that he never really heard until now, just knew of and heard when he sung along with the radio in the car.

I really can't stay - But baby it's cold outside

I've got to go away - But baby it's cold outside

This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in

So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

Blaine reached over and briefly grabbed Kurt's hands and pulled his hand away quickly as if they really were that cold. Just then Kurt got up and started walking backwards away from Blaine, who followed. They looked at each other as they sang.

My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry?

My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar

So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry

Well maybe just a half a drink more - Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there

Say, what's in this drink? - No cabs to be had out there

I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight

They leaned against the couches across from one another as they sang looking directly at one another. Blaine created a picture frame in his hands as he looked at Kurt's beautiful eyes through his finger frame.

To break the spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move in closer?

Blaine sang out as he inched so close to Kurt that he bumped against him and kept playfully but lightly pushing at him as he sang.

At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride?

I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out

Ahhh, but it's cold outside

Kurt moved away from Blaine and sat at the piano chair. Blaine followed him and sat next to him, playing a few keys on the piano that matched the track perfectly. Kurt watched on, impressed with his boyfriend's musical talents.

I simply must go - But baby, it's cold outside

The answer is no - But baby, it's cold outside

This welcome has been - How lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm - Look out the window at that storm

My sister will be suspicious - Gosh, your lips look delicious

My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious –

Kurt sang as Blaine leaned in and captured Kurt's lips with his briefly, tasting Kurt's cherry chap stick

- Ohhh your lips are delicious

Well maybe just a cigarette more - Never such a blizzard before

I've got to go home - But, baby, you'll freeze out there

Say, lend me your coat - It's up to your knees out there

You've really been grand - I'm thrilled when you touch my hand

But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me?

There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Think of my life long sorrow

At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died

Kurt scurried around to the other side of one of the couches and Blaine knelt on the couch so he was as close as he could get to Kurt. His face right in Kurt's face, so close they could kiss, but they didn't as they stayed true to the song, as Kurt pulled away with a twirl, running from Blaine once again.

I really can't stay - Get over that hold out

Ohhh, baby it's cold outside

Blaine motioned for Kurt to sit and Kurt motioned for Blaine to sit, so together they fell back against the couch and leaned into one another as they finished the song.

Kurt giggled as he rested his head on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine's arm came around him.

"That was so much fun, you looked so cute, trying to get me."

"You looked so cute, trying to run from me," Blaine rubbed Kurt's shoulders and rested his head against Kurt's with a soft sigh.

"That's kind of how our relationship was for a while," Kurt said softly sitting up and looking into Blaine's eyes.

"I know; I'm glad you came around though."

"Me too," Kurt just said before leaning against Blaine again, trying to forget about that big exam tomorrow and just enjoying being in his boyfriend's arms, what a distraction he was, an adorable one at that.

After a few moments, Kurt pulled away, "How do you do it?"

"Do what, Kurt?" Blaine asked with a little confused smile.

"This Dalton thing. I mean the workload is extreme, and you have more than me, yet you're always looking for me to cuddle with or go out with or whatever. I'm struggling here,"

"Oh, Kurt. I've been doing this for two years now. It all comes kind of naturally, Kurt, maybe it's because my dad stressed the importance of school and studying when I grew up, I don't know. Kurt, you're doing so well, I mean Bs in your classes, and As in Honors French. Holy shit, Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed looking truly amazed at Kurt and his ability to do well.

"That's just exceptional for a being here for a month. I mean, it, Kurt, wow! Now don't get so down on your self. I mean if I didn't want some Kurt for myself, " Blaine playfully tickled Kurt's stomach under his blazer, causing the boy to giggles and swat at Blaine's fingers, "Then you'd be getting all As, but I just need you sometimes," Blaine said in this playful baby like tone as he leaned in and nuzzled is face in Kurt's neck and just wrapped his arms around Kurt tightly and squeezed.

"Well, okay," Kurt said softly, looking over at the fire place, "It's really nice here though. The whole place is just stunning, this room, the lobby, even our bedrooms are nice," Kurt sighed softly, reaching out his hands to the fire which was a few yards away but he could still feel its warmth.

"Hey, Blaine, later, when it stops snowing, you wanna go play in it?" Kurt asked and then looked at Blaine who sat up and smirked and nodded eagerly.

"Oh my god, best idea ever, Kurt!" Blaine grinned, "Then we'll come back here with hot coco from the cafeteria, with tons of marshmallows in it! And we'll sit by the fire and I'll kiss you and hold you till you're warm again," Blaine whispered, kissing at Kurt's cheek.

Kurt stood up suddenly, "Then we better get going," Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him up, looking forward to that snuggling time.

"I thought we were gonna wait till it stopped," Blaine stood and held onto Kurt's hands.

"Blaine, that might be till tomorrow, and I gotta study before bed at least. Now come on! Let's have some fun," Kurt made a run out the door and to their dorms, where they both got their pea coats, gloves and scarfs and Kurt got a winter hat for himself and snow boots up to his knees.

Thad wanted to puke at their lovey doveyness. Blaine kept pushing down Kurt's hat, telling him he had to keep his ears warm, and Kurt knotted Blaine's scarf, pushing it up over his mouth, which Blaine just shook his head and pushed at with his gloved hands to move it back down so he could breathe and talk and make a cute pouty face at Kurt like he didn't like that over his mouth.

As soon as they dressed, they ran out Blaine's dorm, screaming and giggling and stomping and the occasional skip from Kurt, hand in hand, down the hall, passing Wes and David's shared dorm, causing the two boys to peek out and watch with amusement, "Ah, young love, too bad, they don't allow girls here," David said matter of factly before closing his dorm door and looking at Wes who shrugged.

As soon as they were outside, the snow glistening in the dark and the stars shining, Kurt gathered up snow in his gloved hands and threw it at Blaine, catching the side of his face.

Blaine looked at Kurt like he was angry but then smiled as he chased Kurt who was running. Blaine stumbled through the inches of snow as he tried to gather a handful of snow to make a ball, but it kept collapsing in his hands as Kurt kept running, but stopping to look back. Blaine dropped the snow and just made a run towards Kurt as he tackled him onto the ground. He looked down at Kurt, his flushed cheeks, his red nose, his lightly blue tinted lips, and that silly silly hat he put on that was all black and furry.

Kurt licked his lips, looking up at Blaine, whose ears and nose were red and his hair was covered in snow because he didn't put a hat on even though Kurt insisted on one of his, to which Blaine scrunched up his nose at because they were too weird and outlandish.

"You cold?" Kurt asked as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, breathing heavily, out of breath.

Blaine nodded before leaning down, cupping Kurt's cheeks with his snowy gloved hands and kissing Kurt slowly, his cold lips on Kurt's cold lips mixed with two hot tongues and the snowflakes that fell into their mouths and then melted as they kissed.

They kiss until the both of them were freezing. Blaine's teeth chattered as Kurt's hot breath was up against his skin, and Kurt shivered under Blaine, his pants now soaked with melted snow on top of freshly fallen snow.

Blaine pulled away, "W-we should head in, it's freezing," Blaine stood up and offered Kurt a hand and pulled him up with him. Blaine brushed the snow off Kurt's pants and jacket, "there, brand new."

…

Kurt and Blaine sat by the fire in the common room, warming themselves up. Blaine had one hand towards the fire and the other on his hot chocolate. Kurt was holding his hot chocolate with both hands as he brought it up to his lips, enjoying the warmth as he sipped it. Kurt's history book was long forgotten, still open and his pen was still in the crease of the book. Their coats and Kurt's hat was hanging up on the coat rack, and Blaine's boom box was still sitting there, quite abandoned.

"Kurt, I-I've been thinking…I want to come out to my parents, b-but I'm really scared… w-what if they stop loving me? And disown me and kick me out of the house and make me go to public school because they don't think I'm worth it anymore?" Blaine looked terrified at the thought, more scared than Kurt had ever seen him.

"Blaine, I sure hope not. You are worth it, you're amazing, talented, smart, clever, charming, sweet, kind hearted, why wouldn't they want you?" Kurt said softly as he put his arm around Blaine and pulled him to him.

Blaine put his face in Kurt's chest, taking in the smell of vanilla and coconut.

"I'll be there with you if you want."

Blaine peeked out from Kurt's chest and looked at him, "Really?"

Kurt nodded, and gently petted Blaine's damp curly hair and squeezed him a little tighter, leaning down to kiss the top of his head, "Yeah, of course."

"Just so you know," Kurt whispered into Blaine's hair, "When I told you that you had to tell your parents about us, I didn't mean it, if it's because of me, you want to tell them, don't. You have to want to."

"It's me, I'm sick of living a lie," Blaine said looking down at his hot chocolate and the small marshmallows that melted as he stuck his tongue in the cup trying to catch one and scoop it up, causing Kurt to smile and nudge Blaine with his shoulder.

"You'll be fine. I think they love you, they just don't understand you."

"Yeah, but my dad is very religious, like the bible dictates his life. It's like this weird Living Word Theology shit, bibliomancy, point at a passage and do it, like it's crazy Kurt. He really thinks two guys shouldn't "lay" with one another, I mean I lie with you all the time and I don't think it's a sin, you're so warm," Blaine said softly as he buried his face in Kurt's chest.

Kurt rubbed his back, listening to his boyfriend open up to him and be so vulnerable and honest, "I support you, and you already know what I believe about God, no I don't know any of those terms you shot out, but Blaine, if there is a God out there, I'd hope he'd love us all the same," Kurt shrugged and wrapped both his arms around Blaine and hugged him.

"Okay," Blaine lifted his head and looked Kurt in his eyes as he continued, "this weekend then before Christmas break, we'll exchange gifts and then head to my place before you leave to go back to Lima. Just please do not get angry when my parents say something crazy about homosexuality or god,"

"I'll try my best for you," Kurt said softly, "I'm really proud of you, this is a giant step, Blaine."

"If you can do it, then I can, I guess," he said softly before moving to rest his head against Kurt's chest again and just close his eyes and wrapping his arms around Kurt, enjoying this embrace and the warm fire and the smell of chocolate, pine trees, Kurt's cologne, and burning ash in the air.

…

Kurt had his bag packed to go home for Christmas break, but first Blaine was coming to his room, they were going to exchange gifts, and then Blaine was going to take him to his house to meet his parents, so Blaine could come out.

Kurt was a little nervous, so he couldn't imagine how Blaine was feeling.

A knock sounded at his door and Kurt opened it and it was Blaine, like he expected.

"Hey, come in," Kurt ushered his boyfriend in and Blaine closed the door. He looked a wreck, his normally neat hair was a curly mess, he looked a little tired and his eyes were blood shot. He paced the room.

"Blaine," Kurt said, but Blaine ignored it and kept pacing.

"Blaine, stop!" Kurt called out, grabbing him and holding his shoulders tight until Blaine looked at him with scared, vulnerable, nervous eyes.

"This isn't like coming out to my friends, this is my parents, Kurt," Blaine bit his lip as if he was going to cry, but didn't.

"Blaine, just relax, take a seat at my desk, we can open our presents if that'd make you feel better," Kurt suggested lightly, gently pushing Blain in the direction of the desk chair. Blaine took a seat and sighed softly as he pulled out a box from his bag and looked at Kurt.

Kurt went into his closet and pulled out a box a little bigger than Blaine's with a big red ribbon on it.

Kurt leaned against his neat clean desk and set the present down before he stood behind his boyfriend, who looked unhappy and just rubbed his shoulders.

"Come on, they can't just kick you out, and if they do, live with at my house," Kurt said softly as he rubbed Blaine's shoulders and neck and back. Blaine moaned softly and nodded.

"My dad loves you, you're his third son, I mean he bought us condoms, you, uh, still have those right?"

Blaine smirked and nodded, "Yeah, I have them in my bag for when you come over, just in case," Blaine shrugged a little and laughed louder as Kurt smacked him.

"We are not having sex in your house! Your dad is crazy religious and hates gays! Blaine," Kurt said as he started to laugh, "You're so funny," He leaned down and kissed Blaine's neck from behind, "But I love you."

"Okay, then when I get kicked out, when I spend Christmas at your house then we'll use it," Blaine said but moaned as Kurt started nibbling at his neck, "I-I like this," Blaine said very softly, not used to being the one taken care of, because it normally was the other way around.

"Good, and you're not gonna get kicked out, but yes, you can spend some of Christmas break with me," Kurt pulled is hands away from Blaine, "And now let's open presents!" Kurt exclaimed as he sat on the desk and looked down at Blaine who was sitting at the desk chair.

Blaine put his hand on Kurt's knee and rubbed it gently before handing him his gift, "It's, um, nothing too big, but the sentiment is there."

"Blaine, I'm sure I'll love it, babe," he said with a smile, setting the gift on his lap, and gently smoothed Blaine's curls that were getting longer and longer to the point where they fell in front of his eyes if he didn't gel them down.

"Here's yours, Blaine. Open yours first," Kurt gently pushed the box towards Blaine and Blaine smiled cutely.

"Thank you. It's great."

"You didn't even open it yet," Kurt smirked, "what if you hate it…the other half is in my closet, I hope you didn't snoop"

"I wouldn't do that, and stop it, I know it's perfect and I don't even have to open it, just this bow is fabulous," Blaine smiled, gently pulling at it and then gently tearing the wrapping paper off. Blaine opened the box and smiled. There was a scrapbook.

"Wow, you made this, it's so pretty," Blaine fingered the book that had wooden block letters that had tons of blue and silver glitter on it and read out "Kurt and Blaine." Blaine smiled as he flipped through the pages, it started with the first day the met, their receipts from the Lima Bean and there were pictures of them both with coffee. Blaine with his lap top in front of him with the cup up to his lips, and then there was one of Kurt with his French notebook holding his cup up as if in cheers with a big smile on his lips. From then on, it was them playing football in the park with a receipt of the replacement football, the dinner afterwards, Blaine doing the single ladies, tickets to a movie they saw, them swimming with Finn, Blaine sleeping on Kurt's couch, a picture of them curled up in Kurt's bed, pictures of scruffy Blaine looking like a bum in his PJs, pictures all the way up till The Warblers Sectionals performance, and them sitting by the fire in the Warbler common room kissing as the snow fell outside. Each page was decorated with stickers and stamps and glitter and fake jewels.

"Kurt, this is beautiful. I love it, I am touched," Blaine said as the tears caught his throat, "the artistry you put in this, wow, it really encapsulates us, come here, Kurt," Blaine stood up, putting the book to the side and hugging him tightly kissing his cheek, "Thank you very much."

"That's not all, hold on," Kurt said with a big smile when he pulled away from the hug. He set Blaine's gift back on the table and went into his closet and retrieved an all white Fender electric guitar and a small amp, "I, uh, noticed you didn't have one."

"An electric guitar! Wow, I love it," Blaine walked over to where Kurt was holding it and he pulled the bow off of and put the strap around his neck and played a small ditty.

"That was out of tune, I swear, I can do better," he set it back down and grabbed Kurt again and just hugged him tightly squeezing him.

"No, that was really good," Kurt said into Blaine's shoulder before pulling away and grabbing his gift and sitting back up on his desk.

"Open it!"

Kurt unwrapped the smaller one that looked to be a CD and he was right. It said "Songs for Kurt, music, lyrics and vocals by Blaine Anderson."

"Y-you wrote all of these and the music? Oh my god, Blaine," Kurt flipped the backside to see the track listing.

"1. Not Alone 2. Kurt 3. Muse"

"It's only three tracks," Blaine shrugged and smiled, "But yeah, they're all about you."

"You named a song after me, too?" Kurt blushed as he touched the CD case, "Wow, Blaine, thank you, I can't wait to listen to these."

"Yeah, of course."

"Now open your other gift," Blaine smiled and pushed the box that was already on Kurt's lap closer to him.

"Wait, I want to thank you first," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's face and kissing his lips slowly and sensually.

"Mm, you're welcome," Blaine smiled, "And you haven't even listened to them, what if they suck?"

"Nothing you do sucks, they're great, I know it." Kurt smiled as he started opening Blaine's present, revealing a designer plaid jacket with a diagonal zipper, "Marc Jacobs, you know me, come here, I love it, Blaine," Kurt leaned down for another kiss, and Blaine stood up to meet his lips in a chaste brief kiss.

"Wait look at what's under the jacket," Blaine stood and grinned.

Kurt's eyes went wide; it was a coupon hand made with a drawing of a cat and a dog. "Coupon for any kitty or puppy of Kurt's choice for when we move to New York for college. Did you draw this, so cute!"

"Blaine," Kurt laughed, "That's so cute, you crazy crazy boyfriend, we'll see about that"

"Ok, but you can name it too," Blaine said with a smile, trying to sweeten the deal, and then added without a thought, "Hey, remember last Christmas, we got each other gift cards, the same one, for the Lima Bean, for the same amount," Blaine snorted.

"I remember," Kurt smiled; they were set on coffee for the rest of the school year.

"This year's different though," Blaine said softly, "We're in a relationship, and after today, my parents will know the truth about me, and I might not have a place to stay anymore…"

"Aw, Blaine, stop thinking the worst," Kurt pulled him into a hug and rocked him softly, "I told you, my dad and Carole will take you in in one second and you will be loved like a son-in-law of sorts," Kurt snorted a little.

"Now, just believe, your parents must love you, you said they do, they just don't understand what gay is, just have courage, right, you told me that?" Kurt pulled away from the hug and looked Blaine in his hazel eyes.

Blaine just nodded, "I will, we, uh, should get going, I guess... Um, you mind if I leave this stuff here, I'll put it in my dorm when we get back from break."

"Not a problem, come on, let's get going," Kurt put his jacket on and then put Blaine's CD in his jacket pocket, before offering Blaine his hand after Blaine had, too, put his jacket on.

Blaine took his hand and let out a deep breath, "Looks like my life is no longer gonna be a lie…"

…

Blaine and Kurt got out of Blaine's car as they approached the large house that was decorated with Christmas lights and had a giant green reef on the door with red and gold plaid ribbon tied in a neat bow. Blaine didn't take Kurt's hand, but walked beside him and up the stairs to the porch where they both stood.

"Wow, your house is huge, Blaine," Kurt said softly looking up at all three stories of it.

Blaine just shrugged, "Told you we had money…but I can't go in there, Kurt." Blaine stopped in front of the door. He grabbed at his hair and pulled lightly.

"Blaine, relax, just be proud of who you are and have a little courage, you'll be fine, you have me to fall back on, okay? I'll be with you the whole time," Kurt pushed Blaine's hands out of his hair and then brushed his finger under Blaine's chin so he would look up, and Kurt just smiled, "Now, let's get in there before you change your mind."

Blaine just nodded and faced the door, put his key in and opened it.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Blaine called out as Kurt stayed behind him, knowing not to take his hand because his parents didn't know. There was a tall Christmas tree in the corner with Christmas presents underneath, it was all decorated in red and white that just popped against the green it was stunning.

His mom came running down the stairs with a big smile on her face. She was wearing deep purple dress with heels.

"She must be lessening the drugs," Blaine whispered to Kurt, "she looks okay today."

She wrapped her arms around Blaine and squeezed him tight.

"Blaine! Gosh, how I missed you, look at that curly hair, haven't seen that in years," she said sweetly kissing Blaine's forehead and ruffled Blaine's hair. Blaine giggled softly, a sound Kurt never came out of Blaine's mouth, at least he looked loved, "Missed you, too, Mom."

She pulled away from the hug, "Well hello there, who is your friend, Blaine?"

"This is Kurt, listen mom, I need to tell you something, that, um, kind of involves him, i-it's really hard for me to say, but I think you and Dad should know."

Ann looked at him concerned, "Well come on, honey, let me put some coffee on, and all three of us will talk. You like coffee Kurt?"

Kurt just nodded and smiled, "Yes, Mrs. Anderson. Your house is very beautiful."

"Aw, thank you, you can call me, Ann. Just look at you, you are just a doll," she cooed, giving Kurt a once over, looking at his tan off the shoulder sweater, the tight blue jeans with boots up to his knees "Look at your outfit, wow, like a model. I know fashion when I see it. Looks like you taught Blaine a thing or too," she looked over Blaine's outfit, which was similarly tight black jeans with a purple button down with a matching bow tie and dress shoes, "That sweater is Alexander McQueen right, and the boots too, right Kurt?"

"Yeah. You're good, I think I jus' found my new shopping buddy" he smiled with a cute little laugh as he bent his knees in excitement.

"You are just so cute, and that porcelain skin," she gently caressed Kurt's face, causing Kurt to laugh out loud again but louder this time, even though he instinctively wanted to back away, but didn't because she was being sweet. He was not really fond of when people touched his face, even Blaine. Blaine just watched, liking how nice his mom was being with his boyfriend, and how receptive Kurt was being in return, Blaine knew Kurt hated his face being touched even though Blaine loved touching his face much to Kurt's chagrin.

"But anyway," she trailed off, letting go of Kurt's face, as she started to make the coffee and the boys took a seat next to each other at the kitchen table.

As the coffee brewed, she put some Christmas cookies shaped like snowmen on the table and sat across from them.

"What's up, Blainers?" she said sweetly looking at him, "You're not getting bullied again are you cuz I will call up that school! Zero tolerance, my ass," she said angrily, "Or you're not in trouble, are you? You've been having an attitude lately, me and your dad noticed."

"No, um, this is personal. And I don't want you to hate me for it, and I'm kind of really scared to say it," Blaine looked down, sad and then looked back up with a puppy dog expression on his face.

"Tell me, sweetie, it's okay."

"I'm gay," Blaine said and looked at her with a wince, waiting to be slapped.

"Well, yeah I know that," she smiled, "Your dad might not. I always fight him on his stupid rants on the homosexuals… aw baby, don't look so scared, I still love you."

Blaine smiled wide, "Really?" as she got up, caressed his face briefly before hugging him tightly.

When she pulled away, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and shoved him in front of him.

Kurt just smiled as he was shoved in display, "Kurt's my boyfriend, we met a year and a half ago in a cafe, and we've been dating for 3 months, we both go to Dalton, well he just transferred, and we're in love," Blaine said with a big smile on his face, holding Kurt by his shoulders for a few seconds before letting him go.

"Aw that's great, I'm still getting grand babies out of this right? You're my only child. You'll adopt right? Or you know what you can do, use each of your sperms with the same woman, maybe a good friend," she nodded, "and wahlah, a family!" she exclaimed.

Blaine and Kurt's eyes went wide, and Kurt cringed at the thought of having children, "Um, no babies yet, maybe in 5 or 6 years," Blaine just said slowly and uncomfortably.

"You'll both have beautiful kids," she nodded.

Blaine leaned in to Kurt, embarrassed by his mother, and whispered, "Ok, maybe she is on something, sorry."

"No, it's okay, she's kind of amusing," Kurt shrugged with a small smile.

"Now, you really gonna tell your dad?" she asked as she poured them all cups of coffee.

"I got to, I guess," he sighed, "is he here?"

"He's upstairs in his office. BILL! Get down here," she screamed, as she heard him come stomping down.

"Your son has something to tell you, just remember to be open minded."

Blaine looked at him tentatively and then just said, "I'm gay, I like boys. Please don't hit me," Blaine put his hands up, waiting for the blow that never came.

William just looked at his son and his friend.

"Hm," was all he said, "This your boyfriend? Is he the one you've been sleeping over? It all makes sense now, with that hair and those jeans…what happened to Madison? She is so sweet," he just said and sighed.

"Yeah, this is Kurt, he has a name, and he's my boyfriend, and we're in love, and we're gonna going to college together in New York City in two years," Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand again and held it. Kurt smiled at Blaine's father, "Nice to meet you, sir."

"Nice to meet you, too, Kurt…I think I need to reevaluate my perspectives," William said slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose, breathing in slowly, "I-I don't understand it yet, Blaine, my campaigners won't like it, and the bible definitely doesn't condone it, but maybe since you're a good kid, and I love you, you-you'll be saved," he just said, removing his hand and looking sadly at his son, clearly confused because what he believed for so long about God hating the gays couldn't be right because Blaine was a good son.

Kurt wanted to roll his eyes, but stopped himself. He couldn't believe this God bullshit.

"Uh, thanks, Dad, I guess," Blaine half smiled, glad he wasn't too mad, "Um, me and Kurt are gonna go upstairs, I wanna show him my room."

The boys grabbed some cookies and their coffee cups as Blaine led Kurt upstairs to his room, which was unbelievably neat. The walls were all white with black and white photographs of the Eifel Tower and the Sistine Chapel, and other pictures from Europe. They set down the cups and the plate of cookies on Blaine's side table.

Blaine was all smiles, "They still love me Kurt!" Blaine jumped slightly just out of pure happiness.

"Told you," Kurt said softly, and then looked around at his impeccably clean room, "Wow, Blaine, didn't know you could be so neat," Kurt covered his mouth as he laughed.

"Told you, my "other side" was neat; you made me a mess. I went out searching for you, Kurt, and I decided someone like you would like a mess maker and not a clean freak," Blaine grinned and grabbed Kurt by the waist and pulled him to him and just kissed him.

"Shut up, Blaine, you liar, I do not like mess makers, unless their name is Blaine Anderson…I love you anyway you are," Kurt said when they separated from the brief kiss.

"Love you, too," Blaine said, "Thanks for being here with me, it made it a lot easier," Blaine pulled Kurt back and rested is head on Kurt's shoulder, "Could you pet my hair, I like it when you do that," Blaine requested softly, wrapping his arms tighter around Kurt.

Kurt gently petted Blaine's hair and ran his fingers through it and stroked it away from his face, gently rocking him, humming softly.

Blaine closed his eyes and sighed in relief, squeezing at his boyfriend before relaxing his arms.

"Come on, let me just close your door, and we'll lay down," Kurt tried to inch away from the grasp, but Blaine just squeezed tighter and didn't let Kurt move or separate from him.

Kurt sighed softly and laughed a little as he found his way into Blaine's desk chair and Blaine fell on top of him, curling up on Kurt's lap as Kurt continued stroking his hair and humming and moving side to side on the spiny chair.

Kurt saw Blaine smile wide as he opened his eyes, "This is the best day ever, and it's gonna be the best Christmas ever, I got the best presents from you and I got your love and my parents' love, too," Blaine let out a high pitched giggle, causing Kurt to smile and squeeze his boyfriend.

"You're freakin' adorable," Kurt laughed, playfully shoving at Blaine.

"No!" Blaine sat up for a second, waving is finger at Kurt, "Back to petting me, it makes me feel calm," Blaine sighed out as he settled back onto Kurt, and Kurt just smiled and petted Blaine's head.

"God you're such a puppy, no wonder you want one so bad."

"Love you, too, Kurt," was all Blaine said as he closed his eyes again.

"Yeah, love you," Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead as he continued petting his boyfriend. Kurt leaned his head against Blaine's, letting out a soft, happy sigh, and just held him.