A/N: Thank you Klainefan4eva! And fangirling is just an amazing thing to do... Full stop. Also, I've finished for my winter break! I aim to write a little more consistently and improve this as well. I have a list of want to include, so things from the latest episode might not be added into this until later... Thanks, hope you enjoy!

Blaine's POV

I launch myself at Kurt, but I go push him down slow enough so that he doesn't hurt his head as I push him to the ground. I kneel so that my knees are pinning legs on the ground, leaning forward so that I can tickle under his arms, and he starts laughing helplessly. I grin, occasionally moving to his neck, enjoying my acute revenge attack. I go on long enough until it's more like a giggling fit. Tears escape his eyes again.

Reluctantly, I stop tickling him, waiting for him to calm. It takes him a minute or two before he finally composes himself, wiping his cheeks with a wide smile on his face. As I gaze down at him, I suddenly feel a charge of electric around us. My eyes widen as he visibly relaxes, his hunched shoulders falling back and the crinkles by his eyes softening. His mouth opens slightly in wonder. Right now, I want him. It's greedy, I know I've already

He grabs hold of my hand firmly, and I pull him up into a sitting position. I retreat back to my original space, pulling my knees to my chest and resting my chin on my knees, looking at each other.

"Alright, I've got it." He breaks the silence, still beaming, "Rubix cubes are a sore point for you. Just leave my hair out of it."

I don't answer, just give him a mischievous grin, with my eyes wider and eyebrows pulled more closely together into a frown. He smile fades, although the humour is there as he looks at me cautiously. He opens his mouth, but the door swinging open stops him from saying whatever he was going to say, turning his attention away.

It's Finn, dressed in blue jeans and a rugby t-shirt, black socks on his feet. His hair is dishevelled, and he's squinting slightly with red eyes. By the looks of it, he's been awake for a while, but he's been crying. He sees Kurt, and his face lightens, taking a further step inside. Then he looks at me, as if only just noticing I was there. He looks at the blanket on the floor where we had our picnic, confusion sweeping over. He stands awkwardly, before gathering his senses and speaking to Kurt.

"Oh... Sorry if interrupting anything. Blaine." He nods briefly at me, his way of saying hello.

Kurt doesn't question what is up with him, but he looks concerned.

"No, no. It's fine. Finn! I haven't seen you since..." His voice drops an octave as he trails off, then he changes his tactics, "I haven't seen you for ages! How have you been?"

Kurt stands up and makes his way over to Finn, and I only notice now that he's changed his clothes. It's a completely new outfit that I haven't seen before; as usual, Kurt astounds me of how well he can manage money. He reaches up and hugs Finn tightly, Finn patting him on the back.

"Good to see you, big bro," He jokes as he pulls out of the embrace, keeping one hand on his shoulder.

"You too, Finn. How have you been?"

"Things have been a bit crazy, but I guess it's been good," He scratches the back of his head, suddenly looking uncomfortable. Kurt picks up on this too, and gives him a tell me look. Finn doesn't reply straight away, but when he does, his voice his strained. "Have you spoken to Burt yet?"

"No, I'm going to go down shortly though. Why?" Kurt looks tense, his eyes glazed over.

"Just... He has some news."

When Finn utters these words, my mind races back to last week. Of course! Blaine, how could you be so stupid? My insides twist up painfully, remembering what Burt had told me. I look away guiltily, feeling bad for not realising sooner. Kurt is oblivious, that is why he seems so calm right now. At least, he was until then

What will happen when he knows? Will he try to put on a brave face or will he break down? Kurt's brave, but he's also sensitive and unpredictable, as I saw before. My heart clenches, imaging the pain he'll experience when he finds out. Kurt adores his dad, it's clear to anyone who see them together. I bite my lip while Finn and Kurt talk about something to do with Glee club, and I lift my head to catch the end of the conversation.

"So you'll definitely visit before Christmas?" Finn pushes, looking earnest, "I really want you to see them perform; they're like... Wow."

"Sure, I will Finn. Now go down and get something to eat, I think you need it." He chuckles as Finn's stomach rumbles fairly loudly.

Finn, unfazed, smirks before pulling Kurt into a brief hug. He goes to leave after nodding at me again, closing the door halfway behind him. I hear Finn as he noisily makes his way downstairs. After this, there is silence, and Kurt is still looking towards the doorway, a fixed expression of thought on his face. I fidget with my tie, for once unable to come up with any words. All I can do is encourage him to talk to Burt, soon, and try to console him afterwards.

Kurt sighs gently, catching my attention. I look up just as he makes his way towards me. He raises his eyebrows, signalling that he's asking my permission. I nod, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He responds by putting his arms around my back, sinking into the embrace and leaning down slightly to rest the side of his head on my shoulder. His breathing is slow, and it tickles my neck.

I feel helpless.

Kurt's POV

Something wrong, I can tell. Finn's telling me to talk to dad, and the way he and Blaine are acting, it's something really bad. Finn was more awkward than usual, looking more lost. Blaine has been quite tense and oddly quiet. Whenever I see him, he almost always has a smile, a joke, or just something positive to say in general. Ever since Finn walked in, he's been looking scared.

Is it something to do with Blaine? Does he want me to stop contact with him? Surely not; he's always saying he wants the best for me, and that it's my choice with whatever I want to do. Does he have to move? It might have something to do with locating near to his work cause, as I doubt it something to do with not being able to paying the bills, what with him having the tire shop and all.

All this is swirling around in my head as I hold onto Blaine, my arms around his lower back, just above his waist. My head is rested on his shoulder, due to my urge for comfort. It's wrong to constantly be seeking out Blaine's attention, but I can't help it. Whenever I was upset at school, Blaine was always there; offering to talk, a hug, hold my hand, a look... It was just the fact that he was there. Yet again, I feel an ache to go back to less complicated, simpler days.

Blaine starts rubbing his thumb in a small circle on my shoulder, over and over, soothing me. I don't know why, just that small motion he does always calms me. He shrugs his shoulder slightly, so I lift my head to face him. I start to draw away, although he starts to tighten his grip. I hug him again, tighter than before, heart lifting at the release from reality he gives me. I move my head so that I'm facing him. He looks at me hesitantly, my heart speeding up, before leaning his forehead on mine.

"Thank you," I whisper, "For being here."

His circular pattern stops for a moment, before quickly picking up the pattern again. He searches my face, before connecting his gaze with mine. His thumb slows down, eventually stopping. The atmosphere rises incredibly, and I part my lips to try to get the air to my lungs faster. When I realise it looks like I'm panting, I quickly snap it shut, although my shoulders are moving up and down at a faster pace than normal. We stay like this.

After what seemed like a very long time, Blaine moved his head to the side slightly, and pressed his lips to my cheek. It was fairly close to my mouth, and I close my eyes, hoping in desire. My thoughts linger back at the conversation, remembering that we were going to stay friends. Was it only before? It seems like a while ago, long ago enough to become null and void.

Snap out of it, Kurt. My conscious snaps at me, Stop getting intoxicated by his presence. You love him, but careful. Make sure it's what you want. I reason to myself, knowing that's what I have to do. He suggested it, broke off the kiss before himself, so why is he doing this now? He loves you. I dismiss the thought as soon as it comes into my head. We both want the same thing, but I'm still not sure if I can trust him. What would happen if we got back together and I went back to New York?

Blaine starts to release me, so I pull back too, snapping open my eyes. I look at him and see him blinking faster than usual. A tear slowly forms, sliding down his cheek. My instinctive reaction won over my rational thoughts, and I slide my arms around him with a force, squeezing him. He takes a step back to steady himself, and then places his hands on my hips. I try to ignore the shocks it sends down my spine.

I pull back shortly, bringing my hands back to rest on his shoulders, making him look at me. His arms drop, hands clasped and fidgeting in front of me. He looks around the room, trying to look for somewhere else. He face crumples up, but only a small part of it. He hasn't shed another tear, but it looks as if not much will set him off.

"Kurt." He says unexpectedly, his voice soft, but full of emotion, "I think you should go talk to Burt now, but before you do, I want to tell you something, kay?"

Frowning, I nod once.

"No matter where you are and what has happened; I'm always here for you Kurt. If you've ever got nowhere else to go or no-one else to talk to, I am here, don't forget that. You mean so much to me..." He pauses for a moment looking lost, before quietly continuing, "I can't bear to see you hurt. I'll do anything I can to try to stop any pain."

His confession shocks me, stunning me into silence. I drop my arms, suddenly feeling like I'm overstepping some boundary. Weird, since I should be happy knowing that he cares, but him saying that can only mean something bad has happened, or something bad is going to happen. Is that the reason why he's upset?

"I think you should go and talk to Burt now." He mumbles quietly, "Would you like me to leave?"

"No... No, not unless you want to. Why would you say that?" I can't hide my confusion as he looks up. Although when he does, my expression just seems to make him more upset. I feel as though I should comfort him, but right now, I'm just too worried. "Blaine?"

"I'll wait up here."

He steps forward, hesitating, as if debating what he was to do next. Eventually, he kisses the place dangerously close to my lips again, yet far away enough to have no contact with them. He brushes past me and sits on the edge of the bed, reaching for his phone, scrolling mindlessly on it.

I turn towards the door, casting one more look at him before stepping out of the room.

One thing that I'd like to point out; I know that this is quite complicated and random. They're always doing couple type things, but yet again, they're trying to be friends. My perception in this is that they were together for quite a while, so old habits resurface - hence the flirting, playfulness, and so on. This took me longer to write, I don't know why... I shall be revisiting other side-stories later, like why Finn was upset and other small things you may have forgotten about... Another chapter soon hopefully! ~JustAnotherUltimateFangirl