A/N: OK, first of all, I think we need a little chat. And this is by no means directed at the overwhelming majority of you. 99% of the reviews I've gotten are the sweetest things ever.

Unfortunately, some (anonymous) reviewer seems to think that I owe them chapters every few days. When I didn't update, they got increasingly angry before sending me: "I'm tired of waiting for you to update. Go fuck yourself, I'm not returning to this fic again." Verbatim quote right there.

(Then they sent me another stroppy review a few days later, so I don't know what to make of them, frankly.)

Now, it's crazy, but I have this thing called a *life*. I have school and friends and family and exams coming - crazy-important, determine-which-university-I'm-going-to-type exams. I can't promise to write on any kind of a schedule because that doesn't work for me and I'm also juggling another 'verse fic, a WIP and two GKM fills. This is one of my top priority updates, but it is also supposed to be a fun little thing I add to every now and again, as and when I feel like it. So no more harassing for new chapters. Polite inquiries are fine; telling me to go fuck myself - not so much. And the anon reviewer should maybe learn that threatening me is not going to get me to update.

I'm sorry about this. Like I say, most of you are wonderful. But I'm not standing for this happening again, OK? Now on with the chapter.

Do you want to come over tonight? I'm home alone.

Blaine sighed as he read Kurt's text, flipping onto his back on his bed as he contemplated not replying. But that wouldn't make Kurt leave him alone, which was what he wanted, so he really had to text Kurt back.

Can't, sorry. Family thing.

Bullshit. Your parents are on that cruise and Cooper's not coming home until Thanksgiving.

Blaine tossed his phone down on the duvet beside him, praying that Kurt wouldn't text him again.

Except, of course, he did.

I'm coming over. See you in 15.

Blaine knew there was nothing he could do to dissuade Kurt now that he'd made up his mind. (And, if he was really, truly honest with himself, he didn't actually want to. Sure, he was hiding in his room like a child, refusing to see his boyfriend, but that was mostly because he didn't want to be the one to start this conversation. He wanted Kurt to fight for him.) All he could do was wait for the doorbell to ring.

It did so fourteen and a half minutes later (Kurt was always, always, always punctual, after all). Kurt followed Blaine up to his room in silence after he answered the door, his footsteps light on the stairs.

They sat down on the bed, looking at one another in silence for several long, drawn-out moments before Kurt spoke.

"Why did you lie?"

Blaine just shrugged, and Kurt clenched his fist around Blaine's bedspread.

"What is going on with you? You've barely spoken to me since Rachel's party last weekend."

"It's nothing, Kurt. Leave it, please?"

"No. Something must have happened that night, you were fine when we were playing Seven Minutes in -" Kurt stopped suddenly. "Oh. Oh, Blaine."

"What?" Blaine snapped.

"Is that what this is about?" Kurt asked. "Are you upset that my friends don't know we're dating? Because you told me not to tell them!"

Blaine mumbled something incomprehensible under his breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I said, 'I didn't tell you to act like you hated me, either'!"

Kurt was silent. Blaine froze, not believing what he'd just said, before backing away from Kurt.

"Kurt...I didn't...I don't -"

"God, Blaine, I'm so sorry," Kurt burst out, and Blaine glanced up out of his lap to see that Kurt was crying. "I'm sorry, I never should have made you feel like that! I was just trying to make sure they didn't suspect anything..."

"You didn't mean it, it's fine..."

"No, it isn't. God, I'm an awful boyfriend. The worst." Kurt all but threw himself at Blaine, burrowing against his chest and squeezing tightly.

"Do you want me to tell them? I will if you want: everyone in Glee, my parents, whoever you want."

Blaine didn't know when the tables had turned, but Kurt was the one needing comfort now. Blaine stroked softly at his shoulders and down his back, more than willing to provide it; it was just nice – no, wonderful – to know that Kurt was going to fight for him.

"Hey, don't worry about it so much. You can tell whoever you want, whenever you want. I just needed you to start this conversation so I -"

So I don't seem clingy.

So I know you want this as much as I do.

So I know you love me too.

Blaine couldn't bring himself to actually say any of those things, but Kurt seemed to understand him nonetheless.

"Of course I do," he murmured into Blaine's jumper. "Of course, of course, of course."

Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt as they continued to just hold one another. He dropped a kiss on the top of Kurt's head, smiling against his hair. As eager as Blaine was to have the world know that he was Kurt's and Kurt was his, he was willing to wait. Kurt was worth it.

A/N: In terms of order for this 'verse, this (obviously) comes straight after the last chapter. Next chronologically would be chapter three.

I'm always willing to take prompts for things you guys want to see in this 'verse. I can't promise I'll fill them all, or how soon I'll do it, but if something catches my eye I'll give it a go :)