Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, if I did Kurt and Blaine would be getting together within the next two or three episodes. I don't own the song L.O.V.E either, that's owned by Frank Sinatra. I do HOWEVER own Victoria Anderson/Walker (Tori).

There weren't many Kurt and Blaine stories out there. I thought they needed one. They should have gotten together after 'When I Get You Alone' but they didn't. But in my mind, they did. This is how I wished it would happen :)

This story is dedicated to: Rachel, my friend who inspired me all throughout and helped me make sure it stayed true to the characters

Blaine's point of view :)


I opened my eyes and blinked a couple times before slowly lifting my head up and looking around. Everyone was passed out on the floor, some of them sprawled while others were curled up. Gently shaking my head I turned to face Blaine who had his arms wrapped around me. Even as I sat up he was still holding me close to him. Running my hand along his jaw line I slowly leaned down to him, "Hey beautiful."

Blaine slowly opened his eyes, "Hey babe, how you feeling?"

"I feel like utter crap, I don't think I've ever felt this bad."

Sitting up slowly Blaine wiped his eyes and pulled me close to him, "Can we make a pact baby?"

"Yes." I said leaning back into his chest.

"We're never drinking like this again."

Nodding I looked up at my boyfriend, "Never ever."

As we leaned up against the wall we watched everyone else slowly wake up and ask themselves what had happened. Everyone looked around confused. The room was an absolute mess, had Rachel's dads been there, she would have been in so much trouble. Standing up she rested herself up against the wall, "What happened?"

Puck wiped his eyes and looked up at her, "We obviously had a great fucking time."

Slowly but surely everyone started waking up and leaving the house, some walking home, others hopped into each other's cars. I stood up and helped Blaine up, "Let's try and get back to my house and we can relax."

"Okay baby." Blaine said taking my hand.

As we searched around for our jackets and scarves and my keys I could feel my headache getting worse and worse. Squeezing Blaine's hand I pulled him close to me, "Blaaaaaaine, I feel really horrible."

Blaine turned to me and widened his eyes. He scooped he me up into his arms and quickly carried me up the stairs and pushed open almost every door trying to find the bathroom. Finally he found the bathroom, before bending down and gently placing me on the floor. Lifting the toilet seat up he squeezed my hand as I placed my other on the edge of the toilet, letting out the contents of my stomach.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay baby, it'll be okay." He ran his hand through my hair sticking by the entire time I was throwing up.

I turned and looked over at him, "I think I'm okay now, can we please go?"

"Of course honey." Blaine said helping me up.

He helped me to the car and helped me up into the passenger seat. I just looked at him confused. He just smiled and kissed my forehead, "Just let me drive sweetie, I can't have you driving when you feel like this."

I smiled over at my boyfriend as I passed him my keys before buckling my seatbelt and curling up into the seat. Watching Blaine drive was breathtaking, even with a horrible hangover, I could enjoy his beauty. The way his hair fell across his face was so sexy. And every time it got into his eyes he kept whipping it back and all I could do was swoon softly.

Chuckling Blaine reached over for my hand and squeezed it, "You're adorable."

As we reached my house Blaine pulled up into my driveway slowly. Turning off the car he jumped out and rushed over to my side, opening the door, and helping me out, "How you feeling cutie?"

I shrugged, "I just want to brush my teeth and get this nasty taste out of my mouth."

Blaine smiled, "We're gonna brush your teeth and then if you want we can cuddle up and watch a movie."

"Can we watch 'When Harry Met Sally'?"

Laughing Blaine nodded, "Of course love."

We headed into the house. My dad turned and looked at me, "Kurt! There you are, where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. Thank you for bringing him home, whoever you are."

"We all crashed at Rachel's, and we're going to go up now and watch a movie." I said as Blaine and I headed up to my room.

My father stopped me, "Hold on a second Kurt, come back down here."

I turned back and stepped down the few stairs I had walked up back down to my father, "Yes?"

"Who is that? And don't you do anything stupid. I don't want to hear any weird noises."

"Dad, that's Blaine, the guy I told you about. We're just going to watch a movie, I swear."

Burt nodded, "I trust you. Have fun."

I smiled before heading up the stairs.

Two weeks later was our one-month anniversary and also the start of Spring break. I had planned on heading home and I wanted to invite Kurt to come with me. I thought since I had briefly met his father that I wanted him to meet mine, even though I knew it wouldn't go over so well. But it was worth a try.

Kurt and I were curled up in my room flipping through T.V. channels. He was sitting in between my legs resting his head on my chest. I fiddled with one of his hands as my other was running through his hair. I was always afraid that if I had touched his hair he would flip, but ever since we had kissed, he didn't seem to have a problem with it.

I smirked, believing he secretly liked me running my hands through his hair. As I linked my hand with his I tilted my head down and looked at him, "Hey sweetheart?"

"Yes?" He said looking up into my eyes.

"Do you have spring break plans?"

"Not particularly, I was just going to spend time with my friends if they weren't going anywhere, why?"

I bit my lip and breathed slowly, "Would you…would you like to uhm… would you like to come home with me?"

Kurt looked up at me, shocked, "Are you sure it's okay?"

"I know it's okay, I'm just not entirely sure how my parents will take it, but I want you to come."

Smiling Kurt placed his hand on my neck before he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine gently before pulling away and smiling, "I would love to."

That Friday afternoon Kurt was lying on my bed as I sat and packed up some of my stuff for spring break. Every couple times I put something in my bag, I walked over to Kurt, took his hand in my face and kissed him. I couldn't help it. He just looked so perfect and kissable. And it didn't seem like he would have any problem with it. I mean why would he? I'm a great kisser.

I chuckled softly at the thought of that before I checked that I had everything. Zipping up my bag I smiled at Kurt, "Ready baby?"

He nodded and jumped up off the bed. We had packed his stuff up the day before. I took his hand in mine and breathed deeply as I picked up my bag. Kurt lifted his bag up and put it on his shoulder as we walked out of my room. The entire way down the stairs and to the front of the school I tried to not freak out.

I knew that my father wouldn't approve of me bringing Kurt home, as he still didn't approve of my being gay. I was afraid to hurt Kurt. He couldn't handle any more bullying and I didn't want to put him through it. As we headed out to the parking lot where I had kept my car for trips home I unlocked it and let him in. He climbed in and put his bag in the back before looking up at me.

"Are you okay honey?"

I turned to face him, "Yeah, I'm fine." I said before I leaned in kissing his lips lightly.

Crossing his arms over his chest Kurt looked up at me and shook his head, "No you're not, I can tell."

"How can you always tell?" I asked seriously wondering.

"I'm the kind of person that can tell these things, now tell me, before we go please?"

I shook my head and turned the car on, "I'll tell you on the ride, it's a long story, some of which I've already told you."

Kurt thought for a moment before he nodded, "Right, so why is bringing me home such a big deal?"

As I drove out of the school I breathed slowly trying to formulate how to explain it to him without it sound strange or even rude, "You know how my dad tried to make me straight right?" Kurt nodded and I continued, "Well he still doesn't approve of me and I fear that bringing you with me might ruin any chance I have of having a relationship with him. I don't want this to sound rude Kurt, I just don't know how I'm going to explain it to him."

Taking my hand from the wheel Kurt held onto it tightly, "We're going to get through it together love."

"I hope so. But you know, you'll like my mother. She's really great and she's been supportive of me my entire life, and Tori will be there too, so you get to meet her properly this time."

"I'm excited. So you know you never really told me where you live, and how long is this ride going to take?"

I just laughed, "I live in Michigan and this trip will take three hours."

Kurt looked up at me with his eyes widened, "Three hours? What the hell am I going to do for three hours?"

Laughing again I squeezed Kurt's hand, "Well one you get to talk to me, I still have to tell you some stuff about my parents and the way they are and then when that's done we can rock out to some music."

Clapping his hands together like a little kid Kurt shifted his legs so he was sitting on one of his feet as he turned to face me. I sighed and removed my hand from Kurt's and placed it back on the steering wheel, squeezing tightly as we drove down the road, "Okay, so, my mother is very loving and full of energy, but is the exact opposite of my father, who shouts at me, sometimes abuses me and very hesitant about talking to me."

Kurt looked up at me and closed his eyes slowly, "Blaine, I…"

"Let me finish." Kurt nodded and let me finish, "My mother is a vegetarian and my father will not eat any meat but chicken so there is always a chicken dish and a vegetarian dish on the table. Dinner is always precisely at 6:30, never a minute earlier, never a minute later. It always lasts an hour and is designated as family time, in which we all talk about our days and listen to the others. From 8:00 to 10:00 is my father's T.V. time and if you ever touch his plasma flat screen T.V. he will slit your throat. And you never ever interrupt him in the middle of a sports game."

"Oh, okay." Kurt said as he started to fiddle with his hands.

"My mother works at home and my father gets up at six every weekday morning and is back by six that night. The weekdays are usually filled with fun because my mother is energetic and since Tori will be there we're probably going to be doing a lot of shopping."

Kurt smiled, "I like your sister already."

"She's cool." I smiled back at him.

"So uhm… where will I be staying?" Kurt asked as if he seemed worried of the answer.

"You're going to stay in my room with me. Mom wouldn't have it any other way, she wouldn't want to hurt me, as she knows you mean a lot to me and knows we'll be good. But don't mention it to my father okay? Because if he finds out we're sharing a bed, well, I don't even want to know what he'll do to me."

Kurt nodded, "Of course."

I smirked and reached down to take Kurt's hand in mine, playing with it lightly as I turned onto the highway. He looked up at me confused. I merely smiled, "I just realised something. Tonight's going to be the first night we're spending together…sober."

Laughing Kurt looked up at me and squealed, "I'll finally know what it feels like to curl up next to you."

"Oh me too cutie, me too." I said as I pulled into my driveway.

I saw Kurt look up at the house in amazement, "Blaine, it's so cute and pretty."

"Welcome to the Anderson house." I smiled as I turned the car off and hopped out the door.

Rushing over to the other side I opened Kurt's side smiling at him as I did. He climbed out and squeezed my hand before he leaned in and asked, "Are you sure this is okay?"

As we took our bags out of the car and I locked it, I looked over at him worried, "No, I'm not but I'm going to make it okay."

Kurt sighed and took a deep breath before we walked up the driveway to my house. I didn't have a large house; it wasn't like a mansion or anything. I was rich, but my parents didn't believe in spending our money that way. Besides we lived in Ann Arbor, Michigan, it was a pretty little town with cute little houses. It was a two-story house and had four bedrooms, each with their own bathroom and a basement. But it wasn't all that huge.

Walking up to the front door I breathed slowly hoping that there was some kind of sports game on tonight as it was eight that night. As we were standing in front of the door I stopped, "Are you ready? If it doesn't go over well I want to apologize now."

"It's going to be okay beautiful."

I sighed, took hold of Kurt's shirt and pulled him close, pressing my lips against his softly using my other hand to hold him close as I deepened the kiss. Kurt pulled away and looked into my eyes, "Just breathe babe, it'll be okay."

Placing the keys in the lock and turning the key I took one last breath before I pushed the door open, "Mom?"

Feet raced from the kitchen screaming my name, "Blaine! You're home! I missed you!"

I saw my mother rushing out, attacking me with a hug. Hugging her back I laughed before turning to Kurt, "Mom this is Kurt, the guy I told you about."

"It's really great to meet you Kurt, I'm Molly. Blaine's told me lots about you." My mom replied smiling.

Kurt turned to look at me and smirked, "Oh really now?"

I just blushed and nodded, looking away. My mother turned back to Kurt with a grand smile on her face as she leaned in and whispered in Kurt's ear, "He says you're a really good boyfriend."

Widening his eyes Kurt looked over at Blaine, "You told her?"

"Yes, I tell my mother everything, well as well as Tori." I replied looking at Kurt before turning to my mom, "When will Tori get here?"

Just laughing my mother shook her head, "You're more interested in Tori than in your wonderful mother? Didn't she just come visit you recently?"

"Yes, but she's been so busy that we hadn't really talked since then and I have loads to tell her."

"She'll be here tomorrow afternoon, now take Kurt upstairs and show him where everything is, and I'll try to talk some sense into your father." She sighed and took a deep breath before heading to the living room.

I took Kurt's hand and pulled him up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. Opening the door I dragged him in before I dropped my bag by the door and pushed his off his shoulder. Closing the door I smiled pulling him close to me for a hug, "So this is my room, and uhm… that's my bed and that's my T.V. where we will be doing our movie watching, now I want a kiss before Mom decides to call us down to eat some of the leftovers from dinner or decides that we can order in food."

Kurt beamed as I placed my hand on his face and leaned in kissing him gently. I placed my other hand on his back holding him up against me, deepening the kiss as I gently slipped my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back just as deep, running his hands through my hair. I walked backwards bringing him over to my bed. Just as I was going to turn him around and bring him down onto the bed I heard my mother yelling for me.

Holding Kurt's hand in mine we left my room and headed downstairs. My mother had a few take out menus in her hand, handing them to me, as well as some cash, "Enjoy honey, I'm going to go have a nice talk with your father, the last one didn't go over very well."

"Go figure." I said rolling my eyes as I took the menus and cash from her.

Sitting down on the couch I pulled Kurt up onto my lap and wrapped my arms around him holding the menus in my hand, "What're you in the mood for?"

Kurt flipped through the menus in my hand and turned up to me with a smile on his face, but before he could say anything to me we heard yelling coming from my dad's T.V. room, "You can't be fucking serious! I thought I made it very clear that I would beat the fucking shit out of him!"

I lifted my head up and sighed, lifting Kurt off me, "I'll be right back baby."

Nodding Kurt let me get up, watching me go. I walked down the hall and peeked my head into my father's T.V. room, "Dad, can you stop please?"

My father looked up at me and crossed his arms across his chest, "Can I help you Blaine?"

"You know what I'm talking about. I told you and mom I was bringing someone home, and the reason I didn't tell you anymore about him was because I knew you'd react like this."

"Blaine, I thought I made it clear that you weren't ever to bring a boy here."

"I can do whatever I want, besides mom said I could!"

He took a step towards me, grabbed my shirt in his hands, and shouted at me, "I don't give a fuck what your mother said! I'm the man of this house, and I make the rules, and you will listen to them or so help me I will beat the mother fucking –"

My mother cut him off as she pulled him off me, "Kevin! Stop it! You will not hurt him again!"

I looked up at my dad and breathed slowly as I could feel tears coming down my face. I didn't cry about things at all anyway, but every time my dad threatened me, I couldn't take it anymore. I never could. I became a little kid around him, and everything flashed back to the first time he had beat me. I could still clearly remember the day I told him I was gay.

As I tried to wipe the tears away from my face he just laughed at me, mocking me. He reached out again to try and grab me, but I slapped him across the face and ran out of the room, whimpering, "Kurt, come here."

Looking up at me Kurt's eyes widened and his face became soft, he pulled me close and held me, running one hand through my hair and the other holding me close to him, "Shhh, it's okay beautiful. It's okay."

"I don't know what to do anymore babe, I don't know."

Tilting my head up he looked deep into my eyes, "Two in love can make it."

Smiling at him I took his face in my hands and kissed him lightly.


Whoa. That's all I can say.

-xActDanceWritex