This is atrociously late, I know, but real life caught up with me. Thank you for the continued support!

"You can never practice too much, Blaine! Number one rule!"

Blaine turned around and chuckled at Rachel as she headed off in the opposite direction than he and Kurt were going. Glee Club had just ended and he had managed to survive the whole day, and he was ecstatic.

"What are you singing for Glee tomorrow?"

"It's a surprise," Blaine answered, and Kurt groaned in frustration.

He then walked with Kurt in a companionable silence towards the gates of the school, of which he had walked through just eight hours before. It seemed like only five minutes ago. He bit his lip to try and stop the grin from slipping onto his face, and Kurt noticed in an instant, his mouth curving up at one side.

"Why are you so happy?" Blaine gave up trying to hide it and allowed the smile to spread across his face, shyly staring at the pavement beneath his feet as they continued to walk back home.

"Becaaaause," he drawled, "I just am!" Kurt budged him with his shoulder playfully.

"It was that good a day?"

Blaine sighed in content. "Yes, actually. I know it was a one off, but it was so good to have a whole day without being bullied. And I love Glee Club." He paused for a second, glancing at Kurt who was watching him intently. "And I loved being with you."

"Adorable," Kurt said, taking his hand for a short moment, before squeezing and letting go. "I didn't mind it much myself," he teased, and Blaine cocked his head and stared at him with his puppy eyes.

"Mean," he stated, pouting dramatically.

"What are you doing? You're insane." Hopelessly adorable and stealing my heart, he added internally.

"You love it," Blaine said playfully, his pout fading to a grin as they turned a corner, the crowds of students thinning to just a few dotted here and there.

"I do," Kurt whispered, and he watched Blaine as he smiled and looked up at the clear, bright blue sky.

"I feel like I can handle Karofksy, and I don't know why. He'll definitely notice me tomorrow, right?" Blaine said uneasily.

"You never know. You could be lucky, but it's probable." Blaine hummed in agreement.

"It's nothing I'm not used to, I guess."

"You'll be fine. We'll be fine," said Kurt, voice resolute and unwavering. Blaine hummed again.

They chatted about inconsequential things for the rest of the walk home, the easy conversation flowing through them as if walking home from school with each other was a daily occurrence.

Blaine loved it more than he could ever say.

They reached the Hummel's house in almost no time at all, and both boys had massive grins plastered onto their faces. As Kurt opened the door and allowed Blaine to walk in first, a frantic Burt immediately intercepted them.

"How'd it go? Are you both alright?" Kurt laughed as they removed their shoes, placing them neatly by the door before straightening up and answering his dad.

"It went fine. Great, actually. Karofsky didn't even notice he was in school." Burt let out a deep sigh of relief, visibly relaxing and walking over to capture Blaine in a strong hug. Blaine laughed, patting him on the back before pulling away.

"I told you it'd be fine, didn't I?" Burt said, grinning, and pulling Kurt in for a quick hug too. "How about you? He leave you alone today?"

Kurt grimaced, shrugging. "No, but no worse than usual. I'm fine," he nodded as if trying to convince himself of that fact, and Blaine frowned.

"Why can't he just leave you alone? I've a good mind to complain to Figgins about him again."

"No! Don't do that, it wouldn't help, you know that. It's fine, really."

Burt sighed again, shaking his head in resignation. "I hate feeling so powerless," he said honestly.

"There's nothing you can do, dad. I can handle it." Blaine moved closer to Kurt, feeling awful that he had gone on about his day being so good when, for Kurt, it had been just as bad as normal.

"Doesn't make me feel any better about it. You two go relax then, I'll be in the living room if you need me." With that, he walked away, leaving Kurt and Blaine in the hall.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Blaine moved so he was standing directly in front of Kurt, scanning his eyes for signs of distress or unhappiness.

"Yes! Come on, I have homework," Kurt dismissed Blaine, dragging him by the arm up the stairs and into Kurt's room. Blaine dropped his bag haphazardly on the floor, whereas Kurt laid his neatly on his desk, sitting down and pulling his books out.

Blaine flopped down on the bed, propping his chin up with his hands as he watched Kurt. "Please tell me you don't have tons of homework?" he said, eyeing the stack of textbooks he had just pulled out.

"It's not too much, I promise. Can you amuse yourself until I'm finished?"

Blaine sighed deeply, dropping his head to the bed and closing his eyes. "If I must."

"You're so dramatic. You should join the Drama Club." Blaine chuckled into the duvet, sneakily continuing to watch Kurt as he stood up, long legs accentuated by his black skinny jeans, and shirt clinging to the faint hint of muscles that he just should not have.

Blaine almost groaned in frustration. Though he was wholly inexperienced and didn't have a clue what he was doing, it didn't prevent him from finding his boyfriend attractive. His boundaries seemed to fly out the window when Kurt was around; he just wanted to touch.

"What're you looking at?" Kurt asked playfully, sitting back down on the chair after putting his bag away, tilting his head and smiling.

"Nothing," Blaine mumbled, nuzzling his face into the duvet to hide his blush. By the time he looked back up, Kurt had turned around and started his homework.

Blaine got up from the bed a few minutes later and, grabbing Kurt's iPod from where he knew it was always kept, placed it on the dock. He scrolled down to his 'Musicals' playlist and shuffled it. Cell Block Tango started to play, and pleased with the selection, he collapsed onto the bed again.

"Are you tired or just being lazy?" Kurt asked, though he didn't turn around.

"Bit of both," Blaine said, folding his arms and laying his head on them, closing his eyes and quietly singing along.

He managed to stay occupied for fifteen minutes before he broke.

"Kurt. Hey, Kurt. Kurt!"

"Yes, Blaine?" Kurt said in a wearied tone, finally turning around and giving Blaine his full attention.

"I'm bored, are you nearly done?"

"A while longer," Kurt said, a smile teasing at his lips, so he turned back around and continued with his work to hide it from Blaine.

Five minutes later, he interrupted I Dreamed a Dream.

"Kurrrttt," he moaned, getting off the bed and heading over to stand behind him.

"Uh huh?" Kurt said, tilting his head up to look at Blaine. Blaine just grinned, before leaning his head down and stealing a quick kiss.

Kurt looked at him, mockingly annoyed. Blaine just looked pleased with himself as he bopped Kurt on the nose.

"I never knew that you could be such child. Your true colours are coming out now, huh?"

"It was a previously undiscovered part of my personality, I must say." Kurt laughed at him, breaking eye contact and looking back down at the desk.

Blaine was suddenly in his line of view again, his face lit up with joy, before he leaned in and crushed their lips together, holding Kurt's cheeks so he couldn't break free and protest. Kurt didn't react under the soft fluctuations of his lips at first, but as Blaine pressed closer with more force, he resented and kissed him back, hands tangling in his dark curls.

"You'll be the death of me," Kurt gasped out, as Blaine took the lead and latched his mouth to his neck, sucking on the smooth, delicate skin just below his ear. He did so with more vigour as Kurt let out what was a cross between a shaky moan and a gasp. He moved up and started to nibble on his earlobe, caressing it with his tongue before Kurt pushed him off. "Dad could walk in any second," he managed to gasp out, but Blaine ignored him, pulling him up and to the bed. He persuaded Kurt to lie down, not knowing where all this confidence was coming from but trying to work with it, before following suit and latching their mouths together again.

"He won't come up," Blaine whispered, lips inches away from Kurt's own. He joined them again, this time tempting Kurt's mouth open by licking along his bottom lip. Kurt had gone pliant beneath him, little gasps coming from him every few seconds. Before he really knew what he was doing, Blaine's tongue had found its way into his mouth and had met Kurt's, twisting together in a wet, warm embrace.

It was unlike anything either of them had ever felt before, and they already couldn't get enough.

Blaine moved his hands to Kurt's hips, firmly clutching him as he tried to regain his breath. Kurt's hands had also settled on Blaine's hips, but had started to move down and tease at his waistband. It was far too fast but it felt far too good to stop.

"Do that agai –"

"Hey, dude, Burt's asking what you want on the pizz – woah. Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'll just, y'know, uh…"

Blaine could feel Kurt tense up as soon as he heard Finn's loud voice from the door, and he rolled away from him immediately. He couldn't answer Finn; he couldn't even look at him. This was incredibly humiliating and awful and what if he told Burt and it was all his fault for being so damn restless and oh god, they were doomed.

"Finn," Kurt said, voice surprisingly strong for someone who could barely breathe just a moment ago. "Come back in." His voice was resigned and slightly weary.

Finn came in, face bright red as he shut the door softly behind him and preceded to stand awkwardly beside it, looking like he wanted to run as far away from them as possible.

"What you just saw…you can't tell anyone. Especially Burt. Okay?" Kurt said, standing up from the bed shakily and straightening his shirt.

This seemed to snap Finn from his shocked, mute state. "But I don't understand. Why were you guys kissing?"

Kurt looked at Blaine for help, but Blaine just stared back, panic-stricken. This couldn't go well.

"Well…we, uh…we kind of have a…thing." Finn stared at him blankly.

"A thing? You mean, like, you're…together?" Kurt looked at Blaine again, before they both turned to Finn and nodded simultaneously.

Kurt wasn't sure if this was the best way to go about it – maybe they should have just wrote it off as…experimenting. But he didn't think Finn was as dumb as to believe that.

"But you're brothers! That's just wrong, man. What about Burt? And you!" He pointed at Blaine dramatically as Kurt tried to shush him. "I didn't even know you were gay! You could've told me."

"It, um…didn't come up," Blaine said helplessly, fighting the urge to put his head in hands in defeat.

"Will you calm down? This isn't that big a deal, you're blowing it completely out of proportion."

"Does Burt know?" he asked defiantly, crossing his arms.

"No," Kurt said.

"Do you think he'd be okay with it?"

"That's not…no. I don't know, okay? We didn't plan this or anything, it just happened! Please don't tell him."

Finn's eyes flickered from one grovelling boy to the other. He couldn't understand what was going on.

"You know I can't lie to save my life. Especially to Burt."

"Finn, please," Blaine pleaded.

"We'll tell him," Kurt said suddenly, looking as if even he was surprised at the words that had come out his mouth. Blaine looked at him in horror. "We'll tell him. Just give us to the end of the week, okay? Can you manage to not say anything for that long?"

Finn hesitated for a moment, before nodding. "I'll try." He gave them one last disapproving stare before leaving the room, the door shutting behind him with a loud thud, leaving only the soft music to break the silence. The two boys looked at each other in confusion, neither one fully realising what had just happened.

Blaine managed to speak a few moments later. "What the hell are we going to do?" Kurt shook his head silently, walking over to his desk and clearing the unfinished homework away lazily.

"I need fresh air. Can we talk outside?"

"Of course," Blaine answered, following Kurt as he walked out the door without turning back. They walked down the stairs without saying a word, heading to the back door and thankfully not meeting either Burt or Finn.

The air was still warm, caressing their bare arms gently as they moved to lie down on the grass instinctively.

It was different this time, however. They lay apart, and neither moved to close the space separating them. They were all too aware of the implications and the horror of Burt finding out.

Which, by the end of the week, he definitely would.

"I don't know what we're going to do," Kurt said honestly, answering Blaine's earlier question.

"We have to tell him. We don't have a choice now, because Finn will if we don't."

Kurt growled. "Why did he have to walk in at that exact moment? Couldn't we just have one day that was perfect?" He turned his head to look at Blaine, and Blaine met his eyes sadly.

"We were going to have to tell him eventually. We couldn't have kept it a secret forever."

"I suppose," Kurt grumbled, perturbed.

Blaine paused for a moment, contemplating. "There is another option," he said quietly. Kurt raised his eyebrows. "We could…not do this."

Kurt's face turned into a mask of horror. "No! That's…I can't deal with that. I can't lose you; I just found you. Please. Unless…unless you don't want to."

Blaine backtracked immediately. "That's not what I'm saying. I want this more that anything. But your dad…I can't go against his will. I owe him too much."

Kurt nodded in understanding. "What should we do then?"

Blaine deliberated for a moment, not happy with any of the possible courses that were outlining themselves in his head. "I guess…we have to tell him, and see what he says about it."

Kurt nodded again, but he surreptitiously linked their hands together so that no one looking from the house could see. Blaine smiled sadly at him, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

"It'll be okay," Blaine said, trying to instil hope in himself as well as Kurt.

"I hope so." With everything in my heart.