Kurt woke suddenly upon hearing a throat clear loudly. His eyes snapped open and focused on Burt standing in front of him. He blushed as he realized he was still snuggled tightly in Blaine's embrace. Kurt sat up slowly, avoiding Burt's eyes as Blaine groaned and attempted to pull Kurt back to his previous position.

"Blaine, honey, we have to get up. You have someone to meet." Kurt tried to sound calm, but was internally freaking out. 'I'm so fucked.'

Kurt watched Blaine's eyes lazily slide open and a small smile played on his lips.

"Blaine, this," Kurt gestured to Burt, "Is my father, Burt." Kurt finished his sentence with a pointed look and chuckled lightly as Blaine's eyes flew all the way open and he sat up at record speed. Kurt turned to his father, meeting his glance for the first time since sitting up, "Dad, this is my boyfriend, Blaine."

Burt's eyebrows slid a little higher on his forehead but smiled nonetheless. "Hello, Blaine. Nice to meet you. Is that your motorcycle parked outside?"

"Hello, sir. Yes it is." Blaine said as he held out his hand. Kurt was impressed and admittedly a little surprised by his manners.

Burt shook Blaine's hand and said, "It's Burt, kid. Nice bike. I always wanted one. Guess the opportunity never presented itself."

Blaine nodded his head and there were a couple of moments of awkward silence. 'Say something! End the silence…Anything will do…'

"Well…Carole should be back soon. She is grabbing some pizza for dinner because she doesn't want to cook tonight. You staying for dinner Blaine?" Burt said as he sat in the recliner positioned next to Kurt's side of the couch.

Kurt smiled at his father but felt eyes on him from his other side. He turned and met Blaine's questioning gaze. Kurt shrugged and smiled.

"Uh, sure. Thank you, Burt."


Dinner had gone better than expected. Finn was visibly shocked to see Blaine sitting at the table when he rounded the corner to enter the kitchen. He also not-so-tastefully brought up the hickeys that had suddenly appeared on Kurt's neck. It was the most awkward five minutes of Kurt's life as he tried to change the subject. Carole held polite conversation with Blaine with a large smile on her face. Blaine held his immaculate manners throughout the entire meal, much to Kurt and Finn's surprise.

Once Blaine had left for the night, skipping out on dessert, Kurt was called back into the kitchen by Burt from where he had walked Blaine to the door. He steeled himself for the barrage of questions that were sure to come his way.

"Dude, what was with Blaine tonight? He didn't try to get into your pants once! What the hell?" Finn asked as Kurt sat down.

"What the hell is right, Finn. He is a nice guy, let's leave it at that." Kurt snapped pointedly.

"Wait, wait, wait. What about your pants?" Burt interjected.

"Ugh! Thanks Finn." Kurt shot him a bitch-glare. "Blaine was just a little obvious with his pick-up attempts upon first meeting me. That's all."

"What ab-OUCH KURT!" Finn started to ask something and Kurt suspected it would not flow well with keeping Blaine in Burt's good graces, so he took matters into his own hands by kicking Finn in the shins beneath the table. 'You deserved that, Finn. Especially after bringing up my damn hickeys in front of everyone.'

"Sorry." Kurt mumbled.

"Okay, I like the kid. He seems nice enough. What's with the piercings?" Burt was rubbing his forehead, apparently trying really hard to be happy for Kurt.

"I don't know. Fashion statement?" Kurt offered.

"And the motorcycle?"

"Good means of transportation. Looks cool."

"Uh, huh. And the nervous tick with the lip ring?"

"Habit."

"And the-"

"Burt, honey. Stop looking for stuff to not like. Blaine is a sweet boy and Kurt is happy. Leave him alone." Carole cut in. Kurt smiled his thanks.

"He's alright, I suppose." Burt conceded.

"WHAT?" Finn nearly choked on his pie. "SERIOUSLY?"

"Drop it Finn. If I were to hear any of these remarks this would be a different conversation, I only saw a polite boy." Burt said sternly and Finn just looked down to his pie grumbling about 'only looking out for Kurt'.


The next month and a half passed in absolute bliss for Kurt and Blaine as they continued to grow closer. Their sappy looks of love had eventually turned to words to match those looks. It happened over the discussion of what their plans for the following year would contain. They were sitting on Kurt's back porch drinking coffee and Blaine was smoking (a habit of which Kurt was still trying to break him of).

Kurt explained how he envisioned the both of them in a swanky loft in New York where Kurt would be studying Musical Theater and Fashion and Blaine would study Music (a hidden passion and talent of his that Kurt had learned one day). As Kurt finished explaining how they would sip coffee on their balcony every morning no matter how busy their lives got he heard those three magical words escape Blaine's mouth; Kurt, of course, returned the sentiment with equal passion.

As they approached their three month anniversary they were discussing doing something special. They had done everything to satisfy their sexual needs aside from actual intercourse because Kurt simply wasn't ready for it; that was the something special they had planned for their anniversary.

On the morning of the big day-conveniently placed on a Friday-Kurt double checked the overnight bag he had packed, as he would be staying at Blaine's apartment for the evening. He was giddy because not only would he finally be 'losing his v-card', as Finn had so eloquently put it during Glee Club the day before, but it would be the first time Kurt would be seeing Blaine's apartment. It was like pulling back another of Blaine's many layers.

School passed by uneventfully. After Glee, Kurt caught a ride home with Finn because Blaine had sent Kurt a text saying he was finishing something and would pick Kurt up in time for their dinner reservation and not to worry his pretty face. Kurt had snorted when he read the text, 'typical Blaine.'

A couple hours later, Kurt checked his phone to see what time it was. 7:15 pm. He was starting to worry and was admittedly a little angry because Blaine was late. Blaine was never late. 'Leave it to Blaine to be late on a god damn important night.'

At 8:30 pm Kurt decided to call Blaine. They had missed their dinner reservation and Kurt was really getting worried.

"Hi you've reached Blaine. Leave a message." 'Odd. He never has his phone turned off.'

"Hi Blaine! Just wondering where you are. You're just a touch late for our date, uh, call me back and let me know what's going on. I hope everything is alright, honey."

Kurt's brow furrowed. Burt came walking into the living room and sat beside his son.

"Blaine not coming?"

"I don't know, dad. I'm not a fucking mind reader." Kurt snapped. After taking a deep breath he started again, "Sorry. He was taking care of something this afternoon but this is strange for him to be late."

Burt nodded as he turned the television on to watch a basketball game.

At 10 pm Kurt tried Blaine's phone again, having given up on their date. Kurt was extremely worried, and still a little angry.

"Hi you've reached Blaine. Leave a message." 'Well, shit.'

"Blaine, I'm worried. Where are you? It's okay that you missed our date, but please just let me know you are okay."

11:34 pm. "Hi you've reached Blaine. Leave a message." 'What the fuck Blaine!'

"Blaine, please just call me. Or text. Or something. Turn your damn phone on at least!"

1:08 am. "Hi you've reached Blaine. Leave a message." 'Where are you?'

"Blaine, please call me…I'm worried, this is so unlike you! I know it's so me to freak out over nothing, but…please call me."


Saturday morning Kurt woke with stiff limbs. He had cried himself to sleep on the couch while clutching his phone the night before. He immediately checked his phone, no new messages. He proceeded to dial Blaine's number.

"Hi you've reached Blaine. Leave a message." 'NO!'

"Blaine, I'm really worried now. Every time you tell me you have to 'take care of something' you end up looking like shit. What is going on?"


The rest of the weekend was spent with every few hours Kurt calling Blaine's number only to be sent straight to voicemail. Burt kept a close watch on Kurt, assuring him Blaine was okay and that maybe the thing he was doing took longer than either of them had hoped. Finn was even extra nice to Kurt for the entire weekend, offering to relocate his video game-off to Artie's house.


Kurt had a glimmer of hope when he woke on Monday morning. 'Blaine would be at school, he is always at school, especially after a tough weekend, he'll be in zombie mode so remember to have extra patience.'

Kurt sat up straight in Finn's passenger seat as they approached the school looking for Blaine's motorcycle. It was nowhere to be found. Kurt had made a promise to himself not to call Blaine while he was at school because it upset him too much. He kept that promise until lunch.

11:33 am. "The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please try another number."


A/N: I don't own Glee or its characters. EEK! What is going to happen?! Thank you to everyone who took a second to review the last chapter! Y'all made me smile! :) Another thank you to any newcomers! Thanks for following/favoriting this story! MUAH!