Oh I forgot to mention that the Nick in this story shouldn't be confused with the real Nick in the real Warblers, played by Curt Mega. I realised there was actually a Nick as soon as I wrote about him taking Kurt out. I'm sure the real Nick is lovely, so certainly unlike this Nick :)

It had been a couple of days since Kurt arrived back home and all he could do was think about that night. The worst night of his life, except for when his mother died of course. He had also been busy planning what Finn could cook for Rachel, which was also hard. As he woke that morning he suddenly remembered that Blaine had given him the note! Scrambling to his clothes from that night, he found the note in his coat pocket. Opening it, he read:

Dear Kurt,
I am so so sorry for what I did. It isn't your fault so don't go beating yourself up about it. I know you will but please don't. I care about you enough to know that I need to spend some time away from you before I do something else stupid. Take care of yourself and study hard. I should be back in no time.
Yours sincerely,
Blaine xx

"Oh my goodness!" If only I'd have waited a little longer he might have come back, he thought, and then none of this would have happened.

Meanwhile Burt had a busy week in his business but it soon died down and he knew what he now could do, he would ring the kid that Kurt cared about so much, Blaine. Throwing down his towel, he stepped away from under the car bonnet and took his break; dialling the number he had seen in Kurt's phone.

*ring, ring, ring* "Hello this is Blaine speaking."

"Hi it's Burt Hummel, Kurt's dad."

Oh crap. "Hello sir, how can I help you?"

"You can start by explaining to me exactly what happened the other night. But I would like to talk in person."

This is the thing he was dreading. "Of course sir, I am still away from Dalton so I am not busy right now."

"Excellent. Well could you meet me at my garage in say, 45 minutes? Kurt told me you don't live too far away."

"I'll see you then." The two hung up the phones and Blaine began getting ready to meet Burt. He walked over to the mirror and was disappointed in what he saw. His hair was a bad mess and he needed to look presentable for Burt. Everything counted in this meeting and he needed to tell Burt exactly what happened – well more or less - not to get Kurt into trouble.

"Blaine." Burt walked towards Blaine and nodded to him, holding out his hand.

"Sir." He took his hand and sat in the seat Burt was beckoning him to sit at. "Can I just say-"

Burt cut him off. He just needed everything confirming that Kurt said, he didn't want excuses, not when it came to his family, his son, the only thing he had left of his late wife. And he got what he wanted, everything that Blaine said was exactly how Kurt had put it. He realised Blaine was beating himself up, he could see sadness in his face even though Blaine was trying to hide it as much as he could.

"So is this Nick still at Dalton? I don't want him going anywhere near my son."

"If you would like, sir, I can talk to Wes, David and Thad, they head the Warblers and make all the decisions so when they find out what happened...they can kick him out."

"So it won't be necessary for me to pull him out of Dalton?"

"Absolutely not! As you know it is zero tolerance for bullying or crime or anything along those lines and the situation will be dealt with, if you want it to."

"Sure, kid. Something else I need to know though. You're gay right?"

"Yes, 100 percent gay."

"Good, he needs someone like you to...talk to."

"You need to know I care about Kurt. More than you can imagine-"

"What are your intentions?" Burt was beginning to stir in his seat, and Blaine was feeling quite uncomfortable. He normally felt ok with talking about these kind of things, but not with the father of the boy he – liked/loved?

"My intentions are well." He had to word this properly. "I think I, care about Kurt an awful lot and I would never hurt him or make him do anything he doesn't want to do."

"Well good. He doesn't need anyone screwing him up. Well that's good enough for me, you have my blessing."

"Thank you, so much. I can't thank you enough. But I don't think Kurt wants to see me, if ever again." Blaine looked down to his hands, he hadn't moisturised in days.

"I say you get your butt around there right now and tell the boy what you feel. Kurt has done nothing but feel sorry for himself and he needs, you."

"Ok, ok yeah I'll go see him. Thank you again."

"Be careful, he's got chickenpox!" Burt winked at Blaine, and Blaine replied with a knowing nod.

Burt was pretty sure Blaine would treat his son right; he wouldn't have sent him away otherwise. Blaine couldn't possible have left his chair anymore faster than he did as he sprinted for the door of his car and made his way to see Kurt. He could feel the butterflies moving around in his stomach as he grew nervous. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to him but all he could think of was...kissing him again. Those lips of Kurt's were so soft; he thought he wouldn't be able to resist him when he opened the door. On the radio he noticed 'Pretty Young Thing' by Michael Jackson was playing and he loved this song. How very appropriate this song was too:

"I want to love you, pretty young thing.
You need some loving, tender loving care.
And I'll take you there."

Blaine sung at the top of his voice. He felt so good right now and he couldn't stop smiling to himself. But he was cut short when he saw Kurt's house in the distance. He suddenly lost the sense of how to drive and that's when the butterflies began turning in his stomach again. Since Burt was out at work still, there was a gap in the driveway. It looked as though Kurt's step-mom was working as well so he pulled into the driveway and turned off the had a sudden panic of what he looked like, so he flipped down the mirror, he couldn't see Kurt while looking like a mess. But he was happy with what he saw, he needed to look nice for meeting Burt too. This is it, he thought, and climbed up the steps leading towards Kurt's house.

He must have been stood outside the front door for at least 10 minutes before he finally got the courage to reach for the door knocker.

"Hey Blaine! You want Kurt?"

Blaine stood back in shock from Finn nearly colliding with him coming out of the house. "Hey Finn, yeah is he available."

"He sure is, never had a boyfriend before you know."

"I didn't mean that kind of available. Is he in?"

"Yeah he's in his room, please don't tell mom and Burt I'm not in school."

"Your secret is safe with me." Blaine stepped through the doorway after Finn left and made his way up the stairs. He loved his surroundings, the colours and just everything about the place, Kurt must have designed the place. He smiled to himself. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going, since he'd never been in here before, but he must at least hear music or singing or something to lead him the way.

"I wanna hold your hand." Blaine, hearing Kurt sing, knew he was going the right way. His voice was beginning to choke tears into Blaine and he had to stop himself from blowing his cover of surprise. Walking up to the door, he hesitated at first but he politely knocked on the door.

"Finn I said I'm still working on it! ...Finn?" Kurt turned down the stereo volume and listened in, he couldn't hear anyone. Kurt made his way over to the door. "Finn if you're playing these childish games again I swear I'll-" but he stopped talking as he opened his bedroom door. He couldn't move, or speak, he couldn't remember how to breathe.

"Or you'll what?" Blaine said, staring back at Kurt, with a smirk on his face.