"I love you, Kurt. "

"I love you, too. Now, what's with the guitar? Are you going to serenade me? Sing me to sleep?"

"Well, I'm going to sing to you, but I'm hoping it does something different than make you fall asleep."

"I see. Well, let's hear it."

"Ok, it's been a long time since I've played this, but even then, it never really meant anything. Until I met you, Kurt. This is your song." Kurt scooted himself up against the headboard, and put his magazine down. As Blaine began to play, the familiar notes brought a smile to Kurt's face.

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain

That line made Kurt laugh out loud. He was never really fond of the nickname that Coach Sylvester had given him, but when Blaine sang it, it sounded right.

One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

And if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase

You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it.

Kurt leaned over and took the guitar from Blaine, and placed it against the nightstand.

"I am so not sleepy right now." Kurt pulled Blaine up next to him, and began to kiss him. "That was beautiful."

"You are beautiful, Kurt. Every thing about you…every part of you…" Blaine ran his fingertips along the side of Kurt's face, and traced down his neck, leaning over to kiss him there. As they made love in the dark that night, Blaine continued the song for his Kurt, whispering the words softly into his ear as the two became one.

"This body, Kurt…is a wonderland."

"I cannot believe how much homework I have."

"You? Can we please reconsider this French thing? I'm going to have to take classes in the summer just to catch up with you. How do we say, "Blaine will have no life to speak of?"

"It's not that bad. It just takes practice. If you want, I can talk to you in French at home so that you have to learn it to answer me."

"You do understand that if we do that, all lines of communication between us will come to a grinding halt. That's no way to live, Kurt." They both were laughing as they crossed the parking lot, waving to a neighbor out on her balcony.

As they came into the hallway, they could hear Bocelli carrying on loudly.

"Ok, he needs to learn the meaning of apartment living etiquette".

"That doesn't sound normal, Kurt. Did you forget to feed him?"

"No, I gave him his food and a treat before we left."

They opened the door, and Bocelli was going nuts. "It's ok, little man, we're home. Kurt, let's take him out of the cage for…oh my God…what…?"

They both looked around their apartment.

"Kurt…call the police. I think we've been robbed." As Kurt started to dial, Blaine stopped him. "Wait a second."

Their furniture was gone. The couch. The table. But their television was still there. This wasn't a normal break-in. Blaine braced himself for what was next, and looked over at Kurt, who was standing frozen next to Bocelli's cage.

He walked over to the bedroom, and felt his composure fall to pieces as he looked in the door.

Their bed was gone.

"No, please..not that." Blaine felt tears building as he turned towards Kurt, not wanting to tell him that the one piece of furniture, of their history, that meant the most to them both was now gone. But it was too late. Kurt was standing next to him in the door frame.

"Blaine…where's our bed? Where is it?" Kurt grabbed his hand, and they both stood with silent tears as they looked at the empty room. The only thing left in there, other than the curtains, was Blaine's guitar up against the wall, and the mirror with their names on it. It was lying on the floor, and had a large crack across the front of it. Kurt walked over to it and knelt down, lovingly running his fingers across it, as a parent would caress an injured child.

"Kurt, be careful. I don't want you to cut yourself." He walked over to him and sat down on the floor, seeing each tear from Kurt as a piece of his heart just breaking away.

"Blaine, what happened here? I don't understand." Blaine didn't know how to console him. He was in shock himself. He just wanted to hold Kurt, and tell him it was going to be ok, but he really wasn't sure that it would be. He got up and walked over to their closet, and felt like he was punched in the stomach as he opened the door.

All of his clothes were gone, except for the Dalton Academy uniform hanging there alone on his side of the closet. And that's when it hit him. The furniture that was taken was from the guesthouse. That's why the TV was still there. And all of his clothes being gone except for his Dalton uniform was a message.

Kurt turned to look at him, and noticed the look on Blaine's face. "What is it? Are our clothes gone too?"

"Just mine, Kurt." Blaine slid down onto the floor and realized what was happening. He had turned away from his old life, and now his new life with this beautiful person looking at him with tears in his eyes was being taken away from him. This was too much for them to handle on their own. He needed to talk to his Dad.

He dialed Burt.

When Burt and Carol walked into the apartment, the first thing they noticed was the echo of emptiness that they heard when they called out for the boys. It was a deafening sound, and Burt called out for them again when they didn't answer the first time.

"Kurt? Blaine? Where are you guys? It's ok, we're here." Carol pointed to the bedroom, and when they walked into it, they saw Kurt and Blaine sitting against the wall, Kurt holding the mirror, Blaine holding Kurt…it made Carol's heart sink, and she walked over to them, not even knowing what to say.

"Are you both ok? You aren't hurt are you?" She tried to take the mirror from Kurt's hands, but he wouldn't loosen his grip. "Kurt, honey, this is sharp. Let me just lay it over here so you don't cut yourself." He looked at her and shook his head. "Mom, no…"

"Blaine, everything that was taken, was it from the other place?" Blaine nodded, and told him that his clothes were gone too. Except for the uniform. Burt looked in the closet, then over at Carol, and they came to the same realization that Blaine had. His parents had done this. He defied them, and this was their payback.

Burt walked over and sat down next to Blaine. He leaned his head on Burt's shoulder, and just began to cry.

"They've taken everything."

"No, son. They didn't." He was so angry that this kid could not get a break from these people, and he fought the urge to say exactly what he thought of them. This was not the time. "Ok, here's what we're going to do…Carol, take the boys and Bocelli back to the house. I'm going to call Finn and have him meet me here so that we can get to the bottom of this."

Carol stood up and put her hands out for them. They each took one, and after they stood up, she wrapped her arms around them. Kurt whispered into her ear, "Mom…they took our bed." She knew what this meant to him, and she squeezed him tighter. "I know, sweetie. And we're going to try to get it back for you." She closed her eyes and wondered how it was possible that anyone could willingly hurt these two boys. It was beyond her.

She went to the closet and grabbed a towel to wrap the broken mirror in, and they took it with them as they left. Blaine took a look around before he walked out, and felt that he had, once again, let Kurt down.

Finn arrived within fifteen minutes of Burt texting him, and when he saw what had happened, he was furious.

"Burt, what is wrong with these people? Why can't they just leave them alone?"

"I'm really worried about them this time. They feel completely violated, and I can't say that I blame them."

Finn thought about whether he should say something about Blaine's mother showing up the other night and doing what she did to Kurt. And he felt that Burt should know, so that he had the full picture.

"Why didn't they say anything to me? She can't come into their home like that…"

Finn looked at the empty rooms. "Yeah, apparently she can."

"Let's go to the office and see what's been happening here. I know they didn't have a key, so they had to get in here somehow."

Once inside the rental office, they got all of the information they needed. Blaine's mother was on the lease, so when she said she had "lost' her key, they were obligated to give her another one. She had asked about ending the lease, and just as Burt had thought, it would be too costly to do so. So she would do the next best thing-she would do whatever she could to make their time here as difficult as possible. She also reported that they had a pet, which they had not put on their lease, and were now responsible for paying an extra deposit for if they wanted to keep it there. Burt thanked them for their help, and they headed back to the apartment.

"She took the bed. Kurt must be devastated." Finn felt on the verge of tears, knowing what the bed meant to his brother.

"Well, we can get them another bed. That's no problem."

"Burt…it kind of is." How does he say this to him and not make it sound bad? "That bed…is their bed, if you know what I mean." Burt just looked at him, not really understanding.

"It's where they…you know, for the first time…come on, Burt, don't make me say it"

Burt finally realized what Finn was trying to get at, and he didn't know what he should be feeling at the moment—embarrassed by what the bed symbolized to them, or sad for what was taken away from them.

"That mirror you took for them was still here, but it was broken."

"Ok, see, why break it? Why not just take it so that they didn't have to see it like that?" Then Finn came to the answer himself. They wanted to break it, like they want to break up Kurt and Blaine. "What do we do next? How do we fix this?"

Burt didn't know the answer.

"Kurt, I'm going to go make up the bed in your room since you'll be staying here for a while. Blaine, we need to get some clothes for you. After dinner, we'll make a list of what we need, and we can go up to the mall, ok?"

They were still in a state of shock over what had happened, and were sitting on the couch, holding each other's hand but not saying much. Every once in a while, they would look at each other, almost reading each other's thoughts. Carol prayed to herself that they would be able to get through this, and deep down knew that they would, because as hard as his parents were trying to defeat them, they underestimated the strength of what they have. It would bend, but it would not break. Of that, she had no doubt.

When Burt and Finn walked back into the house, they were both talking loudly about what they had found out, and how ridiculous his parents are, until Carol looked at them, and gestured with her head towards the living room. They were holding an armful of Kurt's clothing, and a bag with some of his shoes in it. Finn put the bag down and walked in and saw them sitting there, and it broke his heart. He knelt behind the couch and put a hand on each of their shoulders. "I can't get rid of you two, can I?" He tried to make them laugh, but it didn't work.

"Don't worry. We're gonna get that bed back, ok? I don't know how yet. But we'll get it back, buddy." Carol and Burt were watching as Finn stood up, and kissed them both on the top of their heads. "It'll be ok. I promise." Their heart was so full of love for these three boys that they just looked at each other and smiled. Finn walked towards them, and gave them an awkward look. "How much of that did you see?"

"Enough to know how amazing you are, Finn." Burt patted him on the back as he headed up the stairs towards his room. When he sat down on the bed, he sent out a text. He needed to rally the troops around Kurt and Blaine, so he asked all of New Directions to meet for lunch at school tomorrow in the music room. Between all of them, they should be able to come up with a plan.

Carol made sure to pack a lunch for Kurt and Blaine, since they were used to taking theirs each day. She wanted to keep things as normal as possible for them while they stayed here.

The rest of the group had noticed during the school day that Blaine and Kurt kept to themselves, meeting at their locker more often, just spending more time together during the day, as if to just reassure each other that everything would be ok.

When they got together for lunch that day, the boys sat, as they always did, together, and the others watched how they interacted with each other. Rachel tapped Mercedes on the shoulder, and she in turn Mike, and they looked over as Blaine was putting a napkin out in Kurt's lap, and then later, after their lunch was gone, Kurt reached over to wipe something from Blaine's mouth. Often they just put their heads together and shared one or two words, but mostly, it was the longing looks at each other that made the others feel as if they weren't really in the room with them. They were almost self-contained, Rachel thought to herself. She hoped some day that she would have something like this.

"So what do we do? How can we help?" Mercedes hated seeing Kurt in pain, and would do anything to put a smile back on his face. "Just tell us."

Finn stood up, and explained what had transpired with the furniture, and with Blaine's parents prior to that. They all shook their heads, and kept stealing glances at the boys, who just looked down.

"We can chip in and get some new furniture, right? I mean, between all of us, we should be able to do it." Artie rolled over so that he was in front of Blaine and Kurt. "We can help you."

Finn and Puck looked at each other, knowing that it was wasn't the loss of furniture that upset them, but the loss of this specific furniture, particularly their bed, that was causing the most upset.

Rachel stood up now. "I'll talk to my dads. Maybe they can come up with a way to raise some funds. They…understand." She walked over to them and put her head on Kurt's shoulder. "It'll be ok."

Blaine and Kurt looked at their friends, all wanting to help them, and wondered how their hearts could feel full, and empty, at the same time. Kurt forced a smile when he looked at all of the faces staring at them. "Thank you all…for everything."

The week ticked by slowly, and Finn was worried about them. They stayed down in Kurt's room most of the time now, shutting themselves off from the family. It bothered him, because they had to know that he, Carol and Burt would do anything for them, and certainly would never hurt them. But considering what they've been going through, he couldn't blame them, he supposed, for feeling that they could only really trust each other.

When he got home, he called downstairs to see if they were home. They weren't. He wanted to borrow Kurt's calculator for homework, so he headed downstairs to grab it from the desk. As he turned to head back up the steps, he saw the business card sitting there. As he picked it up, he thought about how little Blaine's parents knew about him, or Kurt. Finn dialed the phone, and on the third ring, he answered.

"Mr. Anderson, this is Finn Hudson. We met the other night."

"What can I do for you, Finn?"

"We need to talk. It's important."

"Is Blaine alright?" Finn actually heard a hint of concern in his voice.

"Not yet. But I'm working on it."

"What can I do for you, Finn? I don't have a lot of time."

"Mr. Anderson, I wanted to talk to you about my brother."

"I'm sure that Kurt is a fine young man, Finn. This isn't about him."

"But, it is. There are some things you need to know, sir. Just some things I want to tell you. I won't take much of your time."

Blaine's father sat back in his chair, and picked up his cup of coffee. "Go on."

"Well, see, Kurt really hasn't had a lot of happiness in his life. His mom died when he was young, and it's always been he and his Dad. Until Burt started dating my Mom, and we just kind of became this…family.

He didn't say anything, but the man sitting across from Finn nodded. He did see a strong sense of family in their house, which he couldn't deny.

"This past year, or, little more than a year, has been really rough for Kurt. This guy that was twice his size, pushing him around, making his life hell, had been bullying him every single day. And the thing is, we didn't know the half of it, because Kurt didn't tell us. Finally, when the guy threatened his life, our parents moved him over to Dalton. "

"My son has a similar story. That's why we sent him to Dalton."

"See, that's where he met Blaine. He actually met him when he was over there spying on the Warblers…long story…but it was Blaine who Kurt connected with first. It was almost like fate. At least that's what I think."

"Finn, I don't believe in that type of thing, and you shouldn't either."

"But you're wrong, Mr. Anderson. It's because of Blaine and Kurt that I do believe in fate. It's also because of them that I think that there is hope of finding that one person who you are meant to be with for the rest of your life."

"He needs to think about his future…about what others will say."

"Why? If they're happy, what difference does it make what others say? Mr. Anderson, I don't want to be rude, but…do you love Blaine?"

He was stunned by the question, and it took him a moment to answer, which concerned Finn. But then he finally said, "I want what's best for him."

"That's not an answer, sir. Do you love your son?"

"I do, Finn. We don't have a lot in common, and I certainly don't approve of his choices, but I do love him. I'm his father. Of course I love him."

"Then don't you want him to be happy? He's a great guy, and I can't think of a better person to have my brother spend his life with than Blaine. I mean, if you saw them together…really saw them together…you would know. They're like one person. They bring each other to life. And Mr. Anderson, they've fought so hard to be together that I don't think what you guys are doing to them is fair."

"Maybe it's so hard for them to be together because it's not meant to be."

"No…it's because people don't understand what love really is. They do, and people can't handle it. It's almost like what Blaine and Kurt have made others realize the shortcomings in their own life, and that upsets them. Does that make sense, sir?"

Mr. Anderson looked at this young man trying to make an argument for his son, and he had to say, he was impressed. He seemed wiser than his years.

"I know you want Blaine to be a success. But don't you think that by having a relationship that makes him happy, well, that's part of being successful too? I don't think you're a mean man, Mr. Anderson, at least I hope you aren't. Blaine has given you so many reasons to be proud of him that you don't even know about yet. Do you want him to live a lie just so that it looks good to the outside world?"

"Finn, what about a family? The Anderson name…"

"Is being well represented by your son. And really, sir…if the worst thing that you can say about Blaine is that you don't approve of who he loves…I'd say you're pretty fortunate."

Blaine's father let out a long sigh. "I can't support his choice, Finn."

"You don't really need to support his choice, Mr. Anderson. But if you want him to really be happy, to really be all that you want him to be, you need to let him love who he loves."

"I need to think about this, Finn. You have made some valid points, but I can't just let him ruin his life."

"I understand. And I thank you for your time. But there is something that I need to ask you, and if you don't want to answer me, I'll understand."

He looked at Finn and smiled. "Go ahead. Ask."

"Where is their stuff?"

Again, a long sigh. "His mother…has a flair for the dramatic."

"Taking their furniture won't change what they have. I don't have a lot of money, but I'll pay you to get it back."

"I don't need your money, Finn."

"I know that, sir. But I really need that bed."

"Mom, I just need you to get them there. It'll be ok."

"Finn, what's going on?"

"Do you trust me, Mom?" He sounded like a little boy to her, and it made her smile.

"Yes, I trust you."

"Good. Then make sure that you and Burt bring them to the apartment about 7:30, ok? Just tell them you're going there to get more of Kurt's clothes or something. They'll believe that."

Carol hung up the phone, and went down to talk to the boys. They were sitting on the bed, watching TV.

"So, I thought we would ride over to your place tonight and pick up some more of Kurt's clothes. Blaine, are you sure there isn't anything of his you can wear too?"

They both looked at her as if she was crazy. She nodded and smiled, knowing what she had said was ridiculous. "Sorry. Don't know what I was thinking."

"I don't want to go over there." Kurt cuddled closer into Blaine's side, and he put his arm around Kurt, not saying a word.

"I know it's upsetting, but it is your home, and we'll get new furniture for you. Just give us a little time."

"Fine. But I don't want to stay there long." He looked up at Blaine. "Is that ok?"

"It's fine." They turned back to the TV as Carol walked back up the stairs. Finn better have something good waiting for these two, she thought to herself.

They pulled up to the apartment complex, and as they walked up to their door, they saw Karen walking with her Mom to their car. She immediately let go of her mother's hand and ran right for them.

"Blaine! There you are! I'm getting a puppy. Mom said I was."

He knelt down so that he was at her level. "That's great news, Karen. What kind are you getting?" It was hard to make small talk, but this little girl made him smile whenever he saw her.

"Some kind of…brown one." She looked up at Kurt. "Why are you sad?"

"I'm not sad, little one."

"Mom says if I lie, I have to sit in the time out chair. Do you need to sit in the time out chair, Kurt?"

"Possibly." He patted her on the head, and they continued walking, waving to them as they got into their car.

"Cute kid", Burt said, and noticed that for the first time in days, both Blaine and Kurt were smiling. Blaine tried to put his key in the lock, but the door swung open, and they were greeted by a loud "Surprise" from all of their friends. They were both confused, as was Burt and Carol.

"Finn? What's going on?" Carol pushed past the boys, and looked around. There was a different couch and tables, but the place finally looked livable again. Finn walked over to them, and grabbed them into a hug. "You know I would do anything for you two, right?"

They nodded, and he grabbed them by their shoulders and turned them towards the bedroom. Kurt dug his heels in, not wanting to be reminded of what they had lost, but Finn pushed him until he was almost off balance. When they got to the entrance of the room, both of them let out a small gasp.

It was their bed. Their bed. Kurt walked over to it and ran his fingers along the side of it, almost not believing that it was back. Blaine went over and sat down next to him, their eyes filling with tears. Blaine never thought they would see it again.

"Finn, how…? I don't understand." Blaine searched Finn's face for answers, but was only greeted with that big grin of his.

"I'm awesome. That's all you need to know. Oh, and I have this for you." He handed Blaine an envelope that felt heavy. "Open it."

Blaine ripped it open, and two keys fell out. There was a note inside-

Blaine-

I told your mother I was donating this furniture to a good cause.

I've taken over the lease on the apartment. The locks are being changed tomorrow. Here are the keys.

Be happy. And tell Finn I owe him one. Don't be a stranger.

Dad

They all looked at Finn.

"Yep. I'm awesome."

Blaine looked above the headboard, and saw a handwritten note taped to the wall.

"KURT & BLAINE—WELCOME HOME—AGAIN!"