Despite knowing how incredible stupid it had been to invite Kurt to his house, he didn't revoke the offer. He did miss Kurt an awful lot, and maybe it would all work out. At least that's what he told himself. But he wasn't planning on taking Kurt there without taking some precautions first. He didn't tell Kurt about these of course, because he didn't want to cause any unnecessary worry.

It was a little tricky though, because as a sixteen-year-old wizard Blaine wasn't allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts. Since Kurt's parents weren't magically equipped, it was hard to find a way to get Kurt to his house without revealing to his parents that he was Muggle born. Blaine figured it wasn't a very good first step. First he just wanted his family to get along with Kurt, then he could start introducing the real him.

Kurt couldn't Apparate to him because they hadn't covered that in school yet, and even if he knew how to do it he still wasn't allowed to as he wasn't of age yet.

At first Blaine considered meeting him in Diagon Alley and then using the Floo Network from there to get to Blaine's home, but Kurt poked holes in that plan because his parents couldn't take him to London and Diagon Alley because they would be out of town for a few days.

At first Blaine's father was suspicious as to why Kurt's parents didn't just Side-Along Apparate their son to the Anderson mansion, but Blaine was quick-witted enough to blame this on the fact that they would be travelling on the day Kurt was to come visit.

As his father refused to help him with the planning, Blaine took it in his own hands to create a Portkey connected to Kurt's house. He wasn't really allowed to because he was under age. There was something called the Trace on every under age witch or wizard that detected use of magic around them, but this was basically useless for children who came from wizarding families. The magic his parents used kept interfering with the Trace so it was impossible for the Ministry for Magic to detect if it was Blaine or his family who did the magic. So he dared an attempt at making a Portkey. He figured it was worth the risk of getting caught if it would help getting him Kurt.

It was tricky, but he succeeded after a number of attempts. It was designed for multiple uses, so he could take it to Kurt's house and then they could both use it to return to Blaine's. He was saving it for Kurt's return home too, although it was a little tempting to just trap him in his room forever. Kurt probably wouldn't mind.


And so came the actual day of Kurt's visit.

Blaine was supposed to take the Portkey to Kurt's place around noon, and then they would return to Blaine's almost immediately. But because of some minor setbacks, he didn't get there until around one o'clock. He arrived in a small garden covered in perfectly green grass, equipped with a red-and-yellow swing set. It belonged to a red house with white corners. It looked really homey.

He, embarrassingly enough, landed right in one of the many flower beds spread out across the garden. This particular one was full of beautiful roses and they were pretty roughed up from being crushed under his feet.

Before he could step out of it or even look around the garden more properly, something – or rather someone – had come running across the lawn and flung its arms around him.

The smell of Kurt hit him like a brick wall and his body was barely functional enough to wrap his own arms around him. He didn't even realise that he was sobbing slightly until they broke apart and Kurt rubbed his thumb gently against his cheek to dry his tears.

"I've missed you so much", Blaine mumbled and tugged him closer again.

Kurt pressed a kiss to his cheek and held on to him even tighter.

"I missed you too."

"Sorry about the flowers", Blaine mumbled guiltily.

He could almost hear Kurt rolling his eyes.

"We haven't seen each other in over a month and you're worrying about our flowers."

Kurt gently pushed him away.

"Shouldn't we get going?", he asked.

"Yeah... but, you know, we could just stay here for a little while... we can't kiss when we're at my place and I really miss kissing you..."

He didn't need to say anything more as Kurt instantly closed the distance between them and crashed their lips together. They allowed themselves to get lost in the kiss for a few very long, yet somehow short, minutes until they finally broke apart again.

Kurt licked his lower lip, unable to look away from Blaine's slightly crimson mouth.

"My bag is in the hall", he said when he finally tore his eyes away.

Blaine just nodded, and let his hands drop from Kurt's waist and down to intertwine their fingers.

They walked across the rather small garden and into the house. It was even more homey and cosy inside than it had seemed from the outside.
The hall was small and filled with hooks holding jackets, hats, scarves and other various garments. The floor was covered in shoes and a big, soft-looking carpet.

Kurt picked up a jet black suitcase that seemed a little big for just a three days-visit.

He must have seen Blaine's raised eyebrows, because he blushed and said, "Well, I want to have several options. I can't wear the same outfit three days in a row, that's a crime against fashion."

Blaine didn't say anything but took the suitcase off his hands.

"I can carry my own things, thank you very much", Kurt said and tried to get it back, but Blaine shook his head and held it out of reach.

"Nuh-uh. You're my guest, I'll carry it for you", he said.

Kurt rolled his eyes, recognising the determination in his voice and not wanting to fight with him the first thing they did. He took a quick lap around the house to see if he had forgotten something.

Blaine waited politely in the hall, leaning against the wall and discreetly peering into the kitchen, the only room he could see from that spot.

It seemed open and bright, as did the rest of the house.

When Kurt was up on the upper floor, probably skimming through his room a last time, Finn came into the hall from the kitchen.

"Kurt, dude, I spilled this weird stuff all over the place and-"

Then he noticed Blaine standing awkwardly by the door, his arms folded across his chest.
Their eyes locked and both blushed slightly.

"Oh, right, Kurt mentioned you were coming", Finn said. He rubbed the back of his neck.

Neither of them knew what to say. They had never really gotten along, but they had both learned to tolerate the other as they were both very important to Kurt.

Then, as if on cue, Kurt came bounding down the stairs.

"I almost forgot-"

He didn't get much further as he crashed into Finn who was standing right at the end of the stairs.

"Ouch, sorry dude, are you okay?", Finn asked and held Kurt on arms length to examine him.

"I'm fine, thank you", Kurt said and rubbed his now sore nose.

He looked past his brother at Blaine who still looked rather awkward. Then he returned his gaze to Finn again.

"So, dad and Carole will be home tomorrow night in time to make you dinner. I put the remains from yesterday's dinner in the fridge and I think there's some soda in there somewhere too, otherwise you just have to go to the store. The washing machine will be done in like half an hour or so, so remember to hang it up in the bathroom before it gets all wrinkled. It's just your stuff so if you forget you'll have to live with the consequences of messy clothes later", he said.

"Yeah, okay, alright. I'm not five, you know", Finn said and wrinkled his nose.

Kurt smiled. "You're like six or seven, tops."

That earned him a pinch on the arm that made him squeal and slap Finn's arm in return.

Then they both collected themselves, remembering Blaine's presence, and Kurt continued to give instructions on what Finn needed to do around the house in his absence.

The list was rather long, and Finn soon had to get paper and a pen to write them all down.

"So, you'll be gone three days or so?", Finn asked, fiddling with the list between his fingers.

Kurt nodded and took a jacket from a hook on the wall and put it on.

In the middle of the movement, he stiffened and his eyes narrowed. Finn's face was way too innocent. He could just feel something was up. And then it clicked.

"Finn, tell me you're not bringing Rachel here", he said sharply.

Finn blushed.

"You can't tell me what to-"

"I can't believe you! After that big speech they gave us last week about not having girls or boys over when they were gone, and you're just inviting her over without a second thought!", Kurt said.

"Well, you're off to his house, aren't you?", Finn said indignantly and pointed in Blaine's general direction, making him blush. "No one will be keeping an eye on you two either!"

"His family doesn't know we're dating, they just think I'm a friend so there'll be no things worth hiding from dad or Carole! And they know I'm going there, so it's not a secret. Finn, seriously, if they find out she's been here they will have us both grounded! You know how sensitive dad is about this stuff", Kurt hissed.

"We won't do anything so why are you making such a big deal out of it?", Finn snapped.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Okay, do whatever you want. But", he gave Finn a sharp glare for emphasis, "if you two go anywhere near my bed, I'll end you."

Finn just laughed at that, although Kurt was certain the threat was necessary. More than once had he caught them making out on his bed, which was completely unnecessary and insensitive.

Once that was all worked out, they hugged and Finn told him to have fun.

Blaine still insisted on carrying his suitcase, so Kurt left the house with nothing to carry but a bag strapped over his shoulder. It wasn't really necessary to bring it as it was almost empty, but he always brought it with him wherever he went. It was just a small piece of comfort he wanted to bring with him into the unknown territory that was Blaine's home.

They went out into the garden again. The portkey – a bow tie, silly enough – was lying in the grass.

Blaine made Kurt touch it at the same time as he did, and then they were ripped out of the garden as though pulled by a hook buried in their stomachs, and suddenly they were standing, rather dizzily, in Blaine's own garden.

"I feel like I'm about to throw up", Kurt gasped.

Blaine gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. It was the most physical contact he dared attempt now that they were at his home.

Once Kurt had collected himself from the, mildly put, uncomfortable travel, he raised his gaze from the asphalt and to the house in front of him. Another gasp left him, embarrassingly enough.

Kurt's home was simple and not that extraordinary, but it was home and he loved it in all its simplicity.

Blaine's home was its complete opposite.

It was a grand mansion with- oh my god, was this even real? It even had huge ivory white columns in front of the house, making it look like the freaking White House.

"It's a little much, I know-", Blaine said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

Kurt sucked in a breath.

It was a little much. The whole thing seemed to hit him all at once. He was going to meet Blaine's parents in a few minutes. Blaine's highly prejudice parents who loathed people like Kurt.

He could feel Blaine's hand settle on his arm, applying gentle but warm pressure in an attempt to calm him. The best thing would be to feel those arms wrapped around him, but knowing it wasn't an option, Kurt settled for the light touch of his hand.

He nodded slightly, letting out the breath he had unconsciously held in.

"Okay", he said.

Blaine nodded too. He hesitated.

"Would it be okay with you if I just present you as my friend? For now", he said slowly.

Kurt nodded a little too quickly. He'd accept anything to postpone the moment where he would be subjected to the hatred of Blaine's parents as they met the boy who, in their eyes, had ruined their precious son.

"And, um… can I tell them you're pure-blood? I hate lying about you but I'm afraid they'll-"

"I'm not offended. I understand", Kurt assured him.

Blaine nodded. Then he took another deep breath and picked up the suitcase again.

"Okay, well, there's no reason to delay it any longer", he said and headed to the giant front doors.

Kurt followed him quickly, not wanting to be left alone in this new strange place.

"Just let me deal with their questions about your family, okay?", Blaine muttered out of the corner of his mouth as they approached the door.

Kurt nodded. He felt as though he might pass out any moment.

Blaine gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, and then he opened the door and stepped inside.