A/N: Hey, here's chapter 10 :) Hope you enjoy it! There's a lot of talking in the beginning so sorry if I've made it boring! Reminder that this is an AU fic, so some events may have happened at different times. Some songs in this chapter :) First song is All About Tonight by Pixie Lott - /watch?v=swcULf1ATyU . Second song is Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol - /watch?v=GemKqzILV4w . There's also a mention of Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO - /watch?v=zIh5AHxh-Ok . Anyway, enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW! :)

From: Puckerman
Morning Hummel. I need your opinion on cups for this evening - Puck

To: Puckerman
Good morning, Puck. Cups? You want an opinion on cups? Just go with the red solo cups. It's not like they are a fashion accessory. Okay, yeah cups are at parties, but you can't go wrong with the red solo cups - K :)

From: Puckerman
Just wanted to check they didn't clash with your outfit, alright? I know how touchy you get about that sort of thing ;) - Puck

To: Puckerman
Not sure whether to be grateful or offended - K :)

From: Puckerman
Is Anderson joining us tonight? ;) - Puck

To: Puckerman
Of course, Puck. Why wouldn't he? And no, it's not an excuse to "grind against him" or whatever you call it. It's a chance to go out and have a good evening with my boyfriend and friends, maybe dance a little, but not what you're thinking, Puck - K :)

From: Puckerman
C'mon Hummel. Why don't you want to tap that? - Puck

To: Puckerman
Bye, Puck - K :)

From: Puckerman
This isn't over ;) - Puck

Kurt walked upstairs, awake relatively early for a Saturday but was unable to get back to sleep after Puck had texted him. Once he read his texts, he knew he was awake for the morning. He could never sleep after reading text messages.

He walked through the living room and into the kitchen. His dad was sitting at the breakfast bar by himself, eating a bowl of cereal whilst looking out through the window at the backyard. His father was clearly deep in thought as Kurt had to clear his throat several times before Burt turned to him, "Oh, morning bud."

Kurt replied with a small smile, "Morning Dad."

He began to advance over to the coffee maker to make himself and his father some, but now Burt was clearing his throat. Kurt turned and raised an eyebrow at his dad, as he mumbled, "Have a seat, Kurt."

Kurt slowly walked to the stool opposite his dad and sat down, looking at him expectedly. Burt took another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and swallowed before saying, "So you and Blaine. Look, I may have been blunt with the boy and a bit hostile about it, but I'm just not ready for a guy to come into your life like this and treat you the way he does, like you're his entire world. It's not that I don't want you to be happy, okay? Because I love you and I want more than anything for you to be happy. Honestly, son, I'm happy that there's someone like that in your life. I just don't like the idea that the little boy I raised is turning into a young man. I guess, I wasn't expecting someone who would treat you like that and love you with all his heart and who'd understand just how special you are so soon, because you are one of a kind, Kurt. And Blaine is the luckiest guy in the planet if he's managed to steal your heart away."

Kurt bit his lip, "Dad, I... Thank you. Thank you for understanding and thank you for doing this. I know it was difficult for you."

Burt stood up and took his bowl to the sink, "I just want you to be happy, Kurt. And from what I've heard and the very little I've seen, you're the happiest I've seen you since your mom died."

Kurt smiled sheepishly, "Well, with Blaine, it almost seems that all the bad things in the world are just non-existent, and when it does somehow creep in, it's all manageable. With him by my side, I feel happy and safe and loved. And I'm scared that I'm not giving him half the love he gives me."

Burt's eyes lit up as Kurt had basically admitted to him face-to-face that he loves Blaine, "I like him, you know? He seems a joy to be around and I promise to not be harsh on him from now on. Of all the types of guys you could have ended up with, I'm glad he's who you chose."

Kurt stood up and embraced his father, who hugged him too whilst patting his back, "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, son."

A new voice spoke from across the room, "Is it weird that I am jealous of you right now, Mr Hummel?"

Before Burt let go of Kurt, he responded, "Seriously, kiddo, call me Burt."

Kurt managed to wriggle out of his father's grasp and cross the room to embrace Blaine. He took a deep breath in, remembering Blaine's musky scent once again, "Morning honey. Sleep well?"

Blaine's face broke out into a huge grin, "I slept brilliantly. How did you sleep, beautiful?"

Kurt giggled, "When my dreams are filled with you, it makes me wonder if I ever want to be awake again. But I do because the real thing is better."

Blaine touched his forehead against Kurt's, completely lost in his presence, as he realised that his sleepy daze was yet to wear off. He whispered, "I love you."

Kurt blinked a few times, trying to fight back tears. It was too early in the day for Blaine to be saying that to him. Even yesterday afternoon and evening, he was having trouble keeping his emotions in check. He responded in barely a whisper, "I love you too."

Blaine leant in and kissed the tip of Kurt's nose, eliciting yet another beautiful giggle from his boyfriend as he nuzzled into Kurt's neck, "I love you more."

Kurt chuckled slightly, "I love you the most."

Blaine looked back up into Kurt's bright blue-green eyes, unable to identify the majority of the shades he could see. He responded happily, "Not possible."

Burt stood and watched the scene unfold, the two boys too absorbed in each other to notice he was still in the room. His eyes lit up with joy and a sincere smile formed on his lips. He watched on as they whispered sweet nothings to each other, nothing but adoration in their body language. That was the moment that Burt realised what Blaine really symbolised. Blaine was a symbol for Kurt's future, because Burt had no idea what the future held for Kurt, but he knew that Blaine was always going to be there; that was set in stone.

He retuned into the conversation as Blaine murmured, "If kisses were snowflakes, I'd give you a blizzard."

Kurt responded quietly, "Are you going to say that every time you want to kiss me?"

Burt's heart skipped a beat. Now he really felt like he was intruding. He turned and walked out the other door in the kitchen, briefly glancing back to see Kurt leaning down towards Blaine. He closed the door slowly behind himself so that he didn't ruin the moment. He padded into the living room to find Carole and a sleepy Finn were also downstairs, watching the news. He sat down next to his wife and put his arm around Carole's shoulders, "I have a feeling that Blaine's sticking around for a while."

Carole grinned, looking away from the television to speak to her husband, "How long for, do you reckon?"

Burt shrugged, "Who knows? They're young. It may not last, but he's not been this happy since his mom died, so I think it will."

Carole hugged into her husband, "Have you spoken to Blaine yet about how grateful you are for him coming into Kurt's life?"

Burt shook his head, "Not yet. I'll get him when Kurt's having his morning shower after breakfast."

Finn interjected, "You're grateful for Blaine?"

"More grateful than you may ever understand, Finn."

Blaine sat on Kurt's bed, laptop on his lap as he listened to the Skype dial tone. Kurt was sorting through his outfits, deciding what to wear for the day and pre-planning for the party that evening.

Blaine asked, "Babe, can you come and do this with me? I don't know what she's going to say."

Kurt replied reassuringly, "She's your mom. She'll love you no matter what. I refuse to meet her over Skype, but I will be in the room until it's ov-"

Kurt was interrupted by a female voice speaking from Blaine's laptop, "Blainey, I was hoping you'd call soon."

Blaine's face broke out into a smile, "I wouldn't miss our scheduled Skype for the world, Mom. I miss you."

She responded, "I miss you too. Cooper as well. Is he around to say hello?"

"He's in Miami filming for the tanning lotion commercial."

She raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you go with him? You're on fall break, right?"

"Yeah I am, but we decided it wouldn't be fun for me because he's going to be working 4 days out of 5."

She nodded understandingly, "Oh okay, so you staying with Jeff then?"

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, "Er... No?"

"Nick?"

He began to rub harder, "I'm staying with Kurt. My boyfriend. In Lima."

He looked over at Kurt who had perched against his vanity table, giving Blaine a comforting smile. His mom replied happily, "Oh, okay then. You having fun?"

Blaine's eyes widened, "I am. You're okay with me staying with my boyfriend?"

She nodded, "Sweetheart, so long as you're happy, I don't care if you're straight, gay, bi, asexual. Whatever makes you happy, I will accept that. I will accept you no matter what. I can't say the same for your dad and hey, I wasn't thrilled at first, but you're my son. You're always going to be that, and to not accept you would be silly of me. I was going to reply to your email before but I became extremely busy with work. But just because of that, it doesn't mean I don't support you. I wish I could be there to support you fully. I hope you understand."

Blaine grinned widely, "I do. Thanks, Mom. I love you."

She sighed happily, "I love you too. Is he around?"

Blaine eyed Kurt, who shook his head in response, "He is but he's being stubborn and saying that he wants to meet you face-to-face the first time."

She pointed out, "Kurt, dear, it technically is face-to-face."

Blaine looked over at Kurt and encouraged him, "Get your beautiful ass over here, Kurt. Mom wants to say hi to you."

His mother scolded him, "Blaine, don't talk to him like that, or else he might not be your boyfriend for much longer."

Blaine bit his lip at Kurt, "He loves me too much to leave me right now. Isn't that right, baby?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and slowly walked over, crossing his arms across his chest as he began to feel self-conscious. What if his mom didn't like him after all? She seemed lovely enough but would she be tolerant if she didn't like him? He muttered, "I love you so much. I couldn't leave you right now."

Blaine grabbed his boyfriend's t-shirt and pulled him onto the bed as he shuffled over slightly so they had an equal amount of room, "I love you too. Now will you please say hello?"

Kurt looked at the screen nervously as he studied the woman onscreen. Brunette curly locks, big hazel eyes, full pink lips, an olive complexion to die for; this woman was beautiful and Kurt realised where Blaine had gotten his good looks from. There she sat, on the other side of the world: Kate Anderson.

Kurt gulped and waved nervously, "Hey, I'm Kurt. I'm hopelessly in love with your son." His eyes widened as he realised what he had blurted out and slapped his hand to his mouth. When he got nervous, he said things that he wouldn't normally say. He knew that that wouldn't have slipped out if he wasn't nervous.

Kate giggled from the laptop, "You don't need to be nervous, Kurt. I just wanted to see the guy who has made my boy so happy."

Blaine smiled at his boyfriend, "What can I say? I've never met anyone like him." He planted a kiss on Kurt's cheek, who began to blush beetroot red.

His mother smiled at the couple as Kurt's eyes darted towards Blaine's to seek comfort, "If he's as nice a person as he is handsome then we need to talk wedding details."

Blaine moaned, "Mom! Why? Why say that?"

Meanwhile, a grin began to form on Kurt's face as he slid his hand into Blaine's, "Honey, it's fine. She's only teasing."

She darted her eyes suspiciously, "For now certainly."

Kurt replied as Blaine buried his face into Kurt's shoulder, "Well for now, all that matters is I like your son a hell of a lot, and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure I never hurt him; I'll always be with him and I will do whatever it takes to make sure he's always happy, Mrs Anderson."

"Call me Kate, Kurt."

Blaine interjected into the conversation, "Are you and Dad coming home for Christmas?"

She nodded, "We come back every year, Blainey. And we might be planning to come back for Thanksgiving. Kurt, will you be joining us for either of those?"

Kurt smiled, "You want me over for the holidays?"

"I want to get to know my future son-in-law."

Another groan from Blaine as Kurt responded, "I will have to ask my parents if it's okay. But it would be lovely to meet you and Mr Anderson."

She simpered, "Well, I hope to see you real soon then. I need to go now though. Got an early start and still need to talk to Cooper, so I hope you boys have a great fall break and I will hopefully see you both soon." She paused before looking directly into Blaine's eyes through the screen, "I love you, sweetheart."

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, Kurt resting his head on top of his, "I love you too, Mom."

She addressed Kurt, "It was lovely to see you, Kurt."

"You too."

"Bye boys."

They chorused together, "Bye."

Blaine closed his laptop carefully and placed it on the bedside table before turning to Kurt and smiling shyly, "Thank you."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "What for?"

Blaine placed his hand in Kurt's once more, "For being here with me when I told her and for plucking up the courage to come sit with me when she asked for you."

Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's temple, letting out a sigh, "Am I going to be her future son-in-law?"

Blaine chuckled as he relaxed under Kurt's touch, "I want you to be. But right now, we need to concentrate on us in the present and not us in the future. We're both still in high school for crying out loud."

Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's cheek before climbing off the bed and advancing across the room, grabbing a hanger with his day's outfit hanging off it, "I'm going to have my shower now, honey. Try not to set the house on fire whilst I'm in there."

Blaine pouted, "I resent that you'd even expect that of me."

Kurt teased, "I'll make it up to you when I get back."

With that, the bathroom door was slowly closed, a click to signal that it had been locked. Blaine chuckled slightly as he thought about the conversation they had had under the West Lima High bleachers last night. He knew that both Kurt and himself weren't ready to go all the way, but kissing every inch of Kurt's pale torso was something he was definitely thinking about right now. Would that be overstepping the boundaries that Kurt might have for this relationship right now? Blaine fell back so he was lying on Kurt's bed, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to forget about everything he had just imagined.

The shower pump began to whir and a heavy clunk of boots descended down the stairs. Kurt was in the shower and Blaine wasn't used to being alone with Burt. He gulped nervously as he sat up and looked over at his boyfriend's father, who was now at the bottom of the stairs. Burt rocked back and forth on his heels, "Hey, kiddo. Mind if I have a word?"

Blaine swung his legs to sit on the edge of the bed, "Sure, Burt. What's up?"

Burt walked over and sat down next to Blaine, looking down at the floor and ringing his hands together, "I want to apologise for being blunt and unfriendly towards you."

Blaine nodded, "That's okay, Burt. I understand. I came out of nowhere and became a big part of your son's life really quickly. If it was my kid, I'd be the same, but only because I'd never want to see him or her grow up. I'd want them to be a kid forever, you know?"

Burt looked up at Blaine, "Yes, I do know. Ever since his mom died, I've been scared of losing him too, but I've never even thought about him growing up. Until he met you." He paused briefly to lick his lips, becoming very aware that his mouth was drier than normal, "When he met you and began to talk about you to me, I felt relieved, grateful even. I wasn't expecting Kurt to find someone as well-rounded and handsome as you until he was a senior at college or something, and yet here you are, sitting in my son's room, staying the week with us because from what I can work out, he wouldn't be able to survive the week without you. I need to thank you, kiddo. You've given my son something that I've always wanted from him: true happiness. And I hope you two last. I really do."

Burt stood up as Blaine replied, "Sir, just so you know... me and Kurt... we're going to last, because I love him more than I could ever love anyone else, and I will fight until the very end to make sure that I can love him every day for the rest of my life."

Burt chuckled, "For the last time, Blaine, it's Burt."

With that, Burt advanced across the room and walked up the stairs, just in time for the shower pump to cut out. Blaine lay back down, turning so that he was on his stomach, and buried his face into Kurt's pillows, inhaling Kurt's scent to calm him down. He may have seemed calm when talking to Burt, but that conversation was one of the scariest he had been through.

The fact that Blaine had basically admitted to Kurt's father that he would love him forever made him feel even more scared. Now that someone else knew, it became all the more real. He wasn't scared of reality; even though he was only 15, 16 in a couple of days, he knew he had found his soulmate in the form of one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.

What he was scared of was reality going wrong and losing Kurt forever. He was scared of messing things up.

From: Wes
Hey Anderson, are you and lover boy fine now? - Wes

To: Wes
I just admitted to his father that I basically hope I'm with Kurt for the rest of my life. I hadn't even told you guys that yet (I have told Kurt before you ask). Can I go die? He's so going to hurt me now if I hurt Kurt in any way (not that I intend to do that). Wes, can we please join self-defense classes when we get back to Dalton as a precaution? - B

From: Wes
Okay, calm down. I only wanted to know if you two boys had had an apologising/forgiving make-out. That's all I wanted. I was not expecting 'shit crazy Anderson mode' right now. He won't kill you. You'll be fine because you and Kurt are gonna stay together, okay? - Wes

To: Wes
Wesley, I gotta go. The boyfriend is trying to make it up to me for offending me earlier. I'll text you later - B

From: Wes
Okay, didn't need to know that you two are about to make-out again. I just wanted to know about the one time - Wes

From: Wes
You're gone, aren't you? - Wes

From: Wes
I think you just rolled on your phone, Anderson, because you called me. I declined the call because I'd rather not hear that, thank you - Wes

To: Wes
Jshdsdjosdos

From: Wes
Uh, I wonder why you were even given a phone, Anderson. You don't know how to use it. Next time, will you please lock your phone? - Wes

From: Wes
I'll shut up now - Wes

To: Wes
Sorry :) - K & B

The evening couldn't have come soon enough. Both boys had been looking forward to going to another party, nothing but excitement and happiness in the atmosphere.

Kurt sat in the driver's seat of his car, driving as carefully as he could with the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was very enthusiastic about attending parties now, especially after the one at Dalton at the start of the semester. He kept his eyes on the road, not looking at Blaine out of fear of crashing. Instead, he pictured what his boyfriend had looked like as they left the house: red polo shirt, turned up jeans, leather boots from Urban Outfitters, his hair slicked back with gel in its usual manner; it was difficult not to stare at him at every red light. The reminder of Finn in the back of the car helped him to fight against his urges as he drove on, powering through temptation.

Another issue he was having is he could feel Blaine studying his outfit, probably thinking that he looked hot, much to Kurt's disagreement. I wasn't like a dark grey button-up, a lighter grey blazer, tight black jeans and his usual black & white Doc Martens were anything special. In fact, apart from the Dalton uniform, Kurt hadn't dressed this plain since before the semester began. He began to question whether or not he should have added a scarf to the outfit just to give it something more interesting.

He had managed to tune out Blaine and Finn's conversation as they discussed basketball tryouts and how they would make each other look good with pre-planned tactics so they could both end up on the team. Kurt had never understood the sporting hype. All it was was people running around with various different rules depending on the game, three-quarters of the time including a ball, to try and make the teams with less skill feel degraded as they lose again and again, and to give the better teams an ego boost all for about 2 days before they're back on the field, being barked at by their coach to do better despite their recent win. Yes, he had been a kicker for the McKinley football team last year, but that was only to make his dad proud, and the entire time, he didn't understand what the other players had to do, only just understanding that his role could help them win an entire game, and even did on one occasion.

"Kurt?" He hummed in response to show he was now listening to his boyfriend, "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend's eagerness, "I don't know. What do you want to do?"

Blaine was quiet for a few seconds, thinking about what he knew was around, which wasn't much since he had only been in Lima a day and had spent most of that time at home with Kurt, having deep and meaningful conversations about anything that came to mind, and making out so much that he could feel Kurt's lips on his permanently.

Finally, he replied, "Can we go to the mall or something? I know how much you like shopping and I want to experience where you go to do that."

Kurt chuckled lightly, "Okay, we can go to the mall. But I refuse to go on a shopping spree. I've managed to kick my addiction thanks to living at Dalton, and I don't want to have a relapse."

Blaine sighed, "Well, I need more hair gel and stuff, so can I please at least buy that?"

Kurt responded, "I'm not stopping you from shopping. I'm just saying I won't be doing much, but that doesn't mean I won't accompany you on your quest for raspberry-scented hair gel and any bow tie you are yet to own."

Finn interjected, "Take a right here, Kurt. It's the sixth house on the left."

Kurt did as Finn said, and could already tell which house it was, even if he wasn't told. There were cars parked on the front yard and along the road. Kurt sighed defeatedly as he passed the house so that he could find somewhere to park. Four houses down and there was a gap by the sidewalk; he pulled into the space and cut off the engine.

Each boy climbed out the nearest door, Kurt locking the vehicle behind him before rushing around the front of it to catch up with Blaine. He took his boyfriend's hand and swung their arms playfully, walking down the street towards the deep boom of the music, Finn following close behind. Kurt smiled at Blaine, "Can't wait to dance with you this evening."

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder as they walked, "Well, you can dance with me the whole party if that's what you want."

Kurt chuckled, "I'm not sure you'll be able to keep up, honey."

Blaine teased in response, "Watch me."

They began to walk across the yard to the front door, Kurt immediately recognising the beat to the next song playing. He began to walk faster, dragging Blaine behind him, pushing the door open with more force than he intended to, "Come on, I love this song."

Kurt hadn't been around Puck's before, but could guess where the living room was as most of the New Directions were already here, all gathered together in the partying mood. It was good to be together again, all in the same room, hanging out as if nothing had changed. What was new for Kurt was that he was actually attending one of these Glee club parties he had been skipping since sophomore year. It wasn't anything like the Dalton party: there was no special lighting; the music wasn't echoing throughout the room, probably due to how small Puck's living room was in comparison; there were no party decorations; and everywhere Kurt looked, there was alcohol in red solo cups. He shook his head when he saw what was in the corner. Puck had borrowed Rachel's karaoke machine. A Glee party clearly isn't complete without it seeing as Mercedes had repeatedly attempted to persuade him to come along simply so that he could join in with the karaoke; he was yet to take up that offer.

What made him smile the most was the fact that it was the karaoke machine running this song, and The Unholy Trinity were the ones standing with microphones in their hands. Quinn ran her hand though her hair and smiled as she began to sing:

I bought a new pair of shoes, I got a new attitude when I walk,
Cause I'm so over you, and it's all about tonight.
I'm going out with the girls, ready to show all the boys what I got.
I'm letting go of the hurt, cause it's all about tonight.

Quinn waved at the three of them, seeing as Finn had managed to join them. Finn briefly waved back before finding Rachel across the room, talking with Tina, Mike and Artie. Santana and Brittany joined in with Quinn:

Yeah the night is alive, you can feel the heartbeat.
Let's just go with the flow, we've been working all week.
Tomorrow doesn't matter when you're moving your feet.
It's all about tonight.

We'll be dancing and singing, and climbing up on the tables.
We'll be rocking this party, so tell the DJ don't stop.
Grab someone if you're single, grab someone if you're not.
It's all about tonight.

Blaine grabbed Kurt around the waist and began to sway them to the beat. Kurt laughed, "What are you doing?"

Blaine yelled over the music, "Grabbing someone because it's all about tonight."

Kurt linked his arms around Blaine's neck and rested his forehead against his boyfriend's, "I love you. Cheese and all."

Blaine pouted, "Cheese? That wasn't cheesy."

Kurt chuckled, "You're such a dork."

Blaine leant up and pecked his boyfriend on the lips, "Does a dork ever get as beautiful a boyfriend as you?"

Kurt teased, "Well, clearly, because you managed it, didn't you?"

Blaine laughed in response as the song continued, this time Santana taking the main vocals to fill the song with sassiness, unlike before where Quinn had made the song vengeful, almost as if she had just been screwed over by a guy:

And boy I'm not hanging on, cause I threw all your drama away.
Had something good but it's gone, yeah it's all about tonight.
They got the music so loud, so I won't hear the phone if you call.
And we're so over now, cause it's all about tonight.

"Hey, I was wondering when you guys would show up."

Puck put an arm around the two boys, separating them in the process. Kurt scowled at him, "Couldn't have waited until we'd finished dancing."

Puck shook his head and grinned cheekily, "Nah. Who knows when you two would stop anyway? You're probably going to be all over each other all night anyway, what with your super-tight jeans and Anderson's chest muscles visibly showing through his shirt."

The couple took a moment to study each other. Blaine gave Kurt an approving nod at just how tight his jeans were, whilst Kurt gawped at Blaine's shirt, trying to keep his thoughts to himself, but finding it difficult. Blaine decided to ignore the staring and asked, "Puck, are you drunk already?"

Puck laughed, "What if I am? Anyway, you two incredibly adorable guys need to sing a duet before the night's out. Share your cuteness and your talent."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Maybe. We'll see, okay?"

Throughout the conversation, The Unholy Trinity were all chorusing together, with harmonies and echoes that they would not have practised, because The Unholy Trinity did everything on the go, knowing the way each other would move by a simple bat of the eyelid and how they would sing by a single breath:

Yeah the night is alive, you can feel the heartbeat.
Let's just go with the flow, we've been working all week.
Tomorrow doesn't matter when you're moving your feet.
It's all about tonight.

We'll be dancing and singing, and climbing up on the tables.
We'll be rocking this party, so tell the DJ don't stop.
Grab someone if you're single, grab someone if you're not.
It's all about tonight.

Puck asked Blaine, "I know that Hummel here is the designated driver for you and Finchel, but would you like anything to drink? We have beer, vodka, wine coolers." He turned to Kurt, "We have Diet Coke for you, my friend."

Blaine smiled, "One beer. Just one. Then I'll be sticking to the Diet Coke with Kurt. Would rather remember all the fun I have this evening."

Puck patted his shoulder, "A beer coming right up." He turned once more, "And I'll bring you a Diet Coke too."

And with that, Puck left them alone. They both shook their heads, taking a moment to recover from Puck's insanity as The Unholy Trinity chorused again:

Yeah the night is alive, you can feel the heartbeat.
Let's just go with the flow, we've been working all week.
Tomorrow doesn't matter when you're moving your feet.
It's all about tonight.

We'll be dancing and singing, and climbing up on the tables.
We'll be rocking this party, so tell the DJ don't...
Grab someone if you're single, grab someone if you're not.
It's all about tonight.

Everyone was cheering and applauding as Puck shoved their drinks in their hands without a word before walking off to try and get with Quinn. Kurt wasn't sure if he was successful or not as he was distracted by a pair of lips on his own. He whined a little when Blaine pulled away, longing for a deeper kiss. Blaine whispered against his lips, "Later, baby. When we're back at yours." He paused for a second before lifting his bottle a little, "I didn't even ask. Is it okay if I have one beer and only one?"

Kurt smiled, "Of course, Blaine. Just make sure you stay sober enough for when we get home. I want you to remember kissing me after having a fun night with me."

Blaine smiled, "How would I forget kissing you? No matter what, that's something I will always remember." He took a swig out of his bottle before holding it out for Kurt to take, "I have a song I want to sing, and I don't want a bottle of alcohol in my bloodstream before I do it."

Kurt nodded and took the bottle, "Okay, honey. Better hurry though. It looks like Finn and Rachel are discussing a duet right now."

Blaine kissed him on the cheek before rushing over to the karaoke machine and navigating through various menus to find the song he wanted to sing.

He looked up to see Finn and Rachel standing over him. Rachel declared, "We're going to sing next. 'Good Time' by Owl City and Carly Rae Jepsen is a party classic, a crowd pleaser, and it takes great talent to pull off. We must sing next."

Blaine shook his head, "Guys, seriously, not now. I'm not putting up with this right now. Just give me this one. I'll make it up to you if I have to but I can't not do this."

Rachel placed both her hands on her hips, "Blaine, you're the new guy. I can understand your enthusiasm to make an impression for us girls, but can't it wait 5 minutes?"

Blaine scowled, "Actually, Rachel, it can't. I screwed up really bad a couple of days ago and I still want to make it up to him. So can you please just let me have this moment?"

Rachel went to protest, but stopped when Finn placed his hand on her shoulder, "Go for it, dude. This clearly means so much to you so we won't be the ones to stop you. We can sing when you're done."

Blaine smiled, "Thanks, Finn. You're a great friend." He paused before adding, "And a good brother."

Finn gave a nod of appreciation before leading Rachel away, Blaine very aware of the evils she was giving him. He shook his head in disbelief. Rachel seemed a bit self-involved and didn't like it when others stole her spotlight. Blaine was not having any of it. He was there first and he wanted to sing to Kurt because of how bad he still felt from swearing the first time Kurt admitted he loved him. Now that they both knew where they truly stood with the other, Blaine was willing to admit it all to his boyfriend whenever and wherever he could.

Finally, after flicking through many different menus, Blaine had found the song he was looking for and pressed play a few times as the touch screen wasn't very sensitive. He could hear Kurt laughing a little from across the room, but he was standing with Mercedes so it was more than likely what she had said; that's what Blaine told himself anyway so he could say that no one saw him repeatedly fail at starting a song, as far as he was aware.

The music finally began to play as Blaine turned to face the microphone, sliding the tips of his fingers down the stand nervously as lyrics popped up on a screen within his eyesight, not that he needed lyrics for this song; he had dreamt about singing this song to the love of his life someday. He just didn't know this day would come so soon, and that he would choose to sing it on a spur of the moment at a party. Nevertheless, Blaine fluttered his eyes closed, took a deep breath in and began to sing:

We'll do it all, everything on our own.
We don't need, anything or anyone.
If I lay here, if I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

He opened his eyes for the first time, mainly because the initial nervousness was out the way. He had no idea why he was nervous at all; he was never nervous when performing onstage, yet whenever he was singing to or about his boyfriend, nerves would rush through him.

Everyone in the room was holding onto their special someone or a friend, watching on as he sung. Then he looked to Kurt, sitting on the window sill, his hand on Artie's shoulder but not paying much attention to the wheelchair-bound boy besides that. He smiled adoringly at Blaine, and Blaine could see from across the room that tears were filling his eyes.

Blaine gripped the stand tighter, his hand resting on top of the microphone. He continued to sing, his eyes staring into Kurt's across the room:

I don't quite know, how to say how I feel.
Those three words are said too much.
They're not enough.

If I lay here, if I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told, before we get too old.
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

Let's waste time, chasing cars, around our heads.
I need your grace, to remind me, to find my own.

Blaine managed to work the microphone off the stand, gripping it tight in one hand. His eyes never left Kurt's for a second because he wanted more than anything for Kurt to know that this was for him and that everyone else should witness this because he didn't want to hide away his feelings. Blaine could feel the eyes of his friends and their girl friends, whether in a relationship or not, watching him as he set a new mood to the party, one which wasn't unwelcoming but equally not what the party was meant to be about. No one seemed to mind though as no one had yet to stop Blaine in whatever way they could think of.

He slowly began to walk over to Kurt, everyone parting like the Red Sea so that he had a clear path. He continued to sing:

If I lay here, if I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told, before we get too old.
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

Blaine had now reached his boyfriend. He held out a hand for Kurt to pull him off the window sill, which Kurt gladly took. They stood close to each other, Kurt clearly resisting the urge to kiss him as he pressed his forehead against Blaine's.

Blaine was so happy in the moment, almost forgetting to sing into the microphone as he knew that everyone else was at least somewhat enjoying his performance:

All that I am, all that I ever was,
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.
I don't know where, confused about how as well.
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.

If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Thump.

The microphone rolled across the shiny wooden floor as Blaine cupped Kurt's face in his hands. Within milliseconds, Kurt's lips were on his, a sweet and gentle kiss being shared by the two boys. They had completely forgotten about everyone else and didn't care if they were watching. Everything about the relationship was perfect in that moment, and if they couldn't share that with anyone else, then maybe it wasn't so perfect after all.

The kiss got deeper as Blaine slid his hands down from Kurt's face, down his neck, stroking the sides of Kurt's chest before resting them on his hips.

Blaine moaned slightly as Kurt flicked his tongue against his lips, desperate for the kiss to deepen further. They briefly registered Finn and Rachel singing and so assumed that they were now not being watched. Blaine physically relaxed as he let Kurt in, teeth bashing together for a couple of seconds before they fell into the same rhythm as they always did. Moans reverberated between them to only to help intensify the kiss further, and all the thoughts Blaine was having this morning were rushing back, with new ones popping into his head too. This was getting too heated for Blaine when he knew that Kurt wasn't ready for anything more. As for him, well he thought he wasn't and he still wasn't ready really; it was all a fantasy that he wasn't ready to make reality, but he knew that someday it could happen. Never say never.

He pulled away reluctantly, hearing a small disappointed moan from his boyfriend. He sighed, "Kurt, sweetie, I'm still so sorry about what happened a couple of nights ago."

Kurt chuckled softly as he nuzzled into Blaine's neck, "Honey, we're fine now. Everything's fine, and no matter what happens, I will be here for you. Even if you didn't love me back, I would have forgiven you for the swearing after Sectionals were over. I had already decided that. I just wasn't quite ready to talk in that hallway. Even if you didn't love me back, I wouldn't have stopped dating you unless that's what you wanted. I just want you to be happy, and if you're not then I want you to talk to me about whatever it is, no matter how small and I'll try and help as best I can."

Blaine shifted his hand to Kurt's neck, stroking at the nape, "I want you to be happy too. And those 16 hours when you weren't were killing me, especially because I was the one to make you feel that. I will never ever make you feel like that again. And no matter what, I will always love you, even if you fall out of love with me."

"I would never." Kurt responded, his face as serious as he could make it with the butterflies circulating inside his stomach and insane amount of endorphins being released into his brain, "Do you believe in soulmates?"

Blaine smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips, "How could I not when mine is standing right here in my arms?"

The rest of the evening consisted of more karaoke from the others and a lot of close dancing in the corner for the two boys. As the evening dragged on, Puck offered Blaine more beers, and after he had repeatedly politely declined, Kurt had suggested he could have one more. One more became three more after that and by the time Brittany and Santana had returned from somewhere upstairs, Blaine's drunkenness was sky high.

Kurt sat on the sofa by himself as he watched everyone, including his drunk boyfriend, flail about to Party Rock Anthem. They probably all thought they were dancing, but Kurt thought they were all out of their minds. This is the reason why he never wanted to come to these parties: everyone was acting out of character and completely crazy.

A redeeming factor to all that for Kurt was that he had never seen Blaine move around so freely. Yes, Blaine was the most carefree person he knew 90% of the time, but even this surpassed his standards.

Kurt was surprised when he felt someone fall into the sofa next to him. He turned to see Mercedes sipping a Diet Coke through a straw. Kurt's lips quirked slightly into a smile, "Are you the person that's been taking all my Diet Cokes?" Mercedes nodded as she continued to slurp. He questioned, "Have you had any alcohol tonight?"

Mercedes shook her head as she responded, "I'm Sam's, Tina's and Mike's designated driver, and anyway, I never drink at these things after Rachel's alcohol experiment last year."

"Ah I see." Kurt responded, nudging his elbow against her hip. He took a moment to glance at his boyfriend once more. He could tell Mercedes noticed when he turned to her judgemental facial expression, "Oh, as if you haven't been staring at Sam dancing this evening."

Mercedes replied, "Think what you want. I've done no such thing." She could see that Kurt was thinking about something, "What's on your mind?"

Kurt sighed, "The beginning of the evening was perfect, and then I told him he could drink. I wish hadn't. Call me selfish or whatever, but I wish tonight was different."

"And why's that?"

"Because I've realised that I can't ever say goodbye to him, and I need him to know, but I can't tell him whilst he's drunk, because what if he doesn't remember the next day?"

"What are you going to do then?"

Kurt thought for a moment, looking over at his boyfriend once more to see him and Puck grinding together. He shook his head as his jaw set and the jealousy welled up inside him. He responded, trying to hide his jealousy away, "Well, I'm going to give him the best birthday ever. I'm going to take him for a picnic, and I'll tell him then. I'll tell him everything I feel, everything I want, everything I want him to hear."

"And what might that be?"

"That he has my heart forever. He's been telling me that a lot recently, but I haven't told him anything."

Mercedes nodded, "Do it, boy."

"My heart is yours, Blaine Devon Anderson. My heart will always be yours." He muttered, watching as his boyfriend continued to "dance".

The party was beginning to die down. Kurt had managed to calm Blaine's dancing down enough for him to hook his arms around Blaine's neck and gently sway to the music. Kurt had finally decided it was time to go, holding Blaine around the waist with one arm and pulling Finn by the collar with the other, Rachel scurrying behind to keep up as they walked down the street to the car.

Blaine slumped into Kurt's side and giggled lightly as Kurt readjusted his arm to accommodate for Blaine's new positioning, "You look beautiful in the moonlight. You're more beautiful than the most beautiful thing on the planet, Kurtie. Did you know that? You're more beautiful than-"

Finn snorted in his drunken state, "How do you not break, Kurt? Aren't you made out of porcelain? How do you walk? Aren't your muscles not... not... not... not stiff because you're made out of china?"

Rachel hiccuped as she rested her chin on Blaine's shoulder, "What can I do to make you straight? I want to stare into those gorgeous blue eyes all the time, Kurt Hummel. Why can't you let me love you?"

Kurt rolled his eyes at all of them rambling on in their drunken states, trying so hard to suppress his laughter as Blaine complained about his brain hurting because he couldn't think of anything more beautiful than Kurt himself.

He bundled everyone into the back of the car, even though he wanted Blaine up front with him. He felt it would be safer for him, his fellow passengers and other road users for Blaine to sitting in the back with Finn and Rachel. Kurt climbed across their laps to clip in each seatbelt so that he was at peace of mind that they were safer. As he clipped in Blaine's, he paused to give him a quick peck on the lips. Blaine hummed in approval, "I love it when you kiss me. I wish we could just kiss all the time."

Kurt chuckled lightly, "I love you, Blaine."

Once again, Blaine hummed in approval before nuzzling into Finn's shoulder to slowly fall into a drunken doze. Kurt rolled his eyes again and closed the car door, before climbing into the driver's seat. He announced to the others, and also to remind himself, "Okay, so I'm taking Rachel home first and then I'll get you boys home."

Blaine responded cheekily, clearly not dozing after all, much to Kurt's dismay, "Home to get sexy?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Home to sleep."

"You're no fun." He could see Blaine crossing his arms in the rearview mirror. Kurt couldn't help but let a small smile tug at his lips when he saw that his boyfriend was pouting.

He turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared into life. Apart from that, there was silence in the car. Kurt was at least happy that they weren't being rowdy, meaning his concentration wouldn't be impaired.

He pulled out the space and watched the road carefully, knowing that drunk driving on a Friday evening was more than common in Lima, almost being a victim to several vehicular accidents as a result. It helped that everyone was silent for a while, meaning that at least he wouldn't be the one to cause an accident if there was to be one, but he highly doubted that.

Finn cut through the silence by asking, "Have you two ever considered marriage?"

Kurt scoffed, "We've been dating a month, Finn. A month."

He watched Finn shrug in the rearview mirror, "I dunno. It just seems like you two may as well get married. I mean, you were meant to be and... Why do we have five fingers?"

Kurt chuckled slightly as he turned the corner, "Evolution, Finn. Evolution."

Rachel then piped up, "Can we have sex, Kurt?"

Kurt laughed loudly in response to that, glad that they were pulling up to a red light, "No, Rachel. I'm gay. I like guys."

Blaine giggled, "Can we have sex, Kurt?"

Kurt blushed slightly, hoping that they didn't see his face light up red, and if they did then they'd think of it as the traffic light reflecting off his pale skin, "I'm not ready yet, honey. We've already discussed this." To this, Kurt got a hum of approval once more.

Kurt stopped the car outside Rachel's house, her dads waiting anxiously by the door after they had gotten a drunken call from her just before leaving the party, "Okay Rachel, this is your stop."

Rachel incoherently mumbled in her drunken state as she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out the car, her dads shaking their heads in disapproval as she wobbled across the lawn in her drunken stupor.

Kurt waited until the front door was closed before setting off again, glancing in his rearview mirror to check on Finn and Blaine. They were both awfully quiet but definitely awake. Kurt asked them softly as he turned off of Rachel's road, "You two okay?"

They both hummed in response before Finn continued, "Not looking forward to the hangover tomorrow."

Kurt chuckled to himself, knowing that Finn was now sobering up a little and regretting the decision to drink as he always did when he returned home from another party. He stopped chuckling when his boyfriend piped up, "Kurt?"

"Yes honey?" Kurt responded, wondering what drunken slur was going to spill from Blaine's mouth, desperately hoping for another moon comment to snigger at.

"I love you so so much. I love you more than life, and life was the love of my life. It was until I met you."

Kurt grinned to himself, but didn't get too excited because he knew Blaine wouldn't remember what he had said when they woke up the next morning, "I love you more than anything, Blaine."

Kurt rolled his eyes at himself as he pulled up to his house. His game plan was to get Blaine downstairs into his room without his father seeing. If Burt were to encounter drunk Blaine, Kurt was certain that Blaine wouldn't be allowed to stay over ever again. He cut the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt before turning around to face Finn, "Are you at least a little bit sober right now, Finn?" Finn nodded at him without a word. "Okay, I need you to help me smuggle Blaine inside without Dad noticing he's drunk."

Finn unbuckled himself and then reached over to unbuckle Blaine, "Blaine, dude, we need to go inside and straight downstairs, okay? Kurt will get you in bed and then we'll all sleep the night away."

Blaine whined, "But I don't want to sleep. I want to make-out with Kurt."

Kurt chuckled lightly, "Blaine, honey, sleep will be better for you right now. Maybe in the morning."

Blaine nodded as he picked at his nails. Kurt rolled his eyes as he knew how much Blaine prided himself in clean nails that he would never hear the end of it, but equally Kurt knew that if he told Blaine to stop, he wouldn't; he wasn't in the right mindset to listen to instructions and that worried Kurt. He shook his head and opened the car door, circling around the front of the car to open Blaine's door. Finn emerged from around the back of the car, swaying a little bit as he found his bearings, "I hate this part of drinking. I'm still not entirely sober, dude."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "You're sober enough to face Burt and not say something stupid. It's just a precaution anyway. Now, will you please help me walk him in? He's not exactly heavy, I just need someone to steady him on his other side."

Without another word, Finn scooped Blaine around the waist and hoisted him out the car. Blaine protested, "Only Kurt gets to sweep me off my feet. Stop it, Finley."

"My name is Finn, dude. Where did you even get Finley from?"

Blaine just shrugged as Kurt locked his car up and then took Blaine's free arm and placed it around his shoulder. He smiled at his boyfriend, "Okay, let's get you inside and in bed."

All three teenage boys were silent as they walked up the driveway to the front door, with the exception of Blaine occasionally letting out a hum of contentment. Finn and Kurt exchanged a glance as they reached the front door, both of them nervous. Finn wouldn't readily admit to this, but he felt like Blaine was becoming a part of the family and he loved the boy in a brotherly sense. He wanted Blaine to come around more often but he knew Burt as well as Kurt did when it came to things like this. Any violation of the rules Burt set would result in Blaine being unable to return, and whilst Burt hadn't vocalised it, returning to the Hummel-Hudson home drunk was almost certainly one of those rules.

Kurt fished his door key out of his jeans pocket and slid the key into its lock as he whispered, "Blaine, I need you to be quiet until we get downstairs. Can you do that for me?"

Blaine nodded as he put a finger to his lips and giggled. Whilst Kurt found it adorable, he had to stick to his plan. He pushed the door open and helped Blaine inside, Finn helping as much as he could when he was only just sobering up. He waited until Finn pushed the door closed behind them before slowly walking down the hallway so that they were going at Blaine's speed. Kurt glanced into the living room as they passed to see Burt and Carole sitting in the same armchair, doing a crossword puzzle or reading an article in today's newspaper or something. He smiled at the sight and continued on, knowing that with his parents preoccupied, it would be easier to slip into the bedroom than he originally thought.

Once they got to the door, Kurt turned to Finn, "Thank you. I can take him from here."

Finn nodded and enveloped Blaine's other arm around Kurt, causing Blaine to pull his boyfriend into a hug. Finn smiled at them, "Okay, cool. I'll let Burt and Mom know we're home and that we all just wanna hit the hay."

"Thanks Finn."

"Anytime, Kurt." Finn murmured as he walked back towards the living room.

"Kurt, why are you on the sofa?"

Kurt had decided that it was best for them to switch where they were sleeping for the night. He knew that if Blaine was on the sofa, he would come and crawl into bed next to him during the night. Kurt thought that his boyfriend might have been asleep, what with the 10-minute silence preceding this moment, but alas it was no use. He had managed to get Blaine into bed with ease, only having to take him over to the bed and lay him down under the sheets before Blaine made himself comfortable; no sexual advances; no attempts at being cheeky; Blaine was clearly ready to sleep. He had asked to quickly write in his journal, and Kurt allowed him to, even though he was certain that it would be illegible, but after that he had settled down to sleep as far as Kurt was aware. He had completed his skin routine and changed into pyjamas without so much as a word from Blaine; he had even turned the light out without any complaints.

Kurt sighed, "It's my dad's rules. We can't stay in the same bed."

"Come on, Kurt. One night, I swear. I just want to hold you." Blaine pleaded.

Kurt turned over to face the wall instead, hoping that he wouldn't give in to Blaine's tone, "Not whilst you're drunk, Blaine. Tomorrow night maybe?"

"Kurt."

At first, he wasn't sure his boyfriend had spoken because of how quiet he said his name, but he hummed in response before Blaine spoke up once more, "I promise I won't do anything. I just want to hold you."

Kurt sighed in defeat and rolled off the sofa. He sat on the end of the bed, twisting around to stroke Blaine's leg soothingly over the bedsheets, "I want to hold you too, but you know we can't, not without my dad's permission and he won't allow it if we did ask. He's only just come to terms with the fact that we're together. We can't push him any more than that." All it took was a single sigh from Blaine before Kurt caved, "Okay. But just for tonight."

"And for my birthday?"

Kurt chuckled as he crawled up the bed and slipped under the duvet, "We'll see." Kurt turned on his side and draped his arm over Blaine, his chest pushing against his boyfriend's back, "Let's get some sleep, honey."

"M'kay." Blaine muttered in response, wriggling slightly into Kurt's grip to get more comfortable.

After a few minutes, Kurt heard the deep breaths that Blaine always took when he was asleep and sighed in relief before wondering if he could slip out of bed without Blaine noticing, but it was a lost cause; if Blaine had begun to sober up then he would have remembered Kurt climbing into bed with him, and he didn't want to risk seeing the hurt in Blaine's eyes come morning. Then he thought about his dad, how he had clearly stated they couldn't share a bed or else Blaine couldn't stay in the same room as him. He felt guilty, like he was betraying his own father's trust, because that's basically what he was doing. But before he could make the final decision to go back to the sofa, sleep overcame him as he drifted into a dream filled with Blaine and a world that didn't judge anyone for anything.

Hey, hey Journal,

BEST PARTY EVER WOO!

I love Kurt more than life and singing and hair gel and bow ties and everything!

- Blaine

Dear Journal,

It's been one of those interesting days that Blaine has been putting me through since the day we met. I met his mom, well sort of. I saw his mom on a computer screen. Dad seems to have finally let his guard down as well. 3 out of 4 parents are happy about us. I guess that's not too bad.

The party was great actually. I didn't get to sing karaoke but it was fun. It was nice. Blaine and I danced together a lot, and it was a shame I let him drink. But I'm glad he had fun.

Sleeping on the sofa tonight. I don't know how Blaine managed it last night without complaining in the morning. Maybe I should get him an air mattress when we go to the mall tomorrow. Anyway, best try to get some sleep. Might sit up and sleep. It may be more comfy that way.

- Kurt

A/N: Sorry it was such a long wait, but this has been the longest chapter so far and I've been really busy these past 3 months. Hope you enjoyed it and please review. Tell your friends (or your enemies) - the more the merrier :) Will update again when I get back from my holiday on 28th July