Hey guys :) Chapter 29! Woo! Never thought it would end up being this far. Next chapter is the big three-oh, and I am planning a little present for you guys for reading so far and sticking with me through all of this :)

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Fluttering his eyes open, Kurt found himself in the middle of Central Park, alone but not frightened. Even though Kurt could only see the area around him, he somehow knew that the whole park was empty. Strolling across the park, Kurt looked down to see that his feet were bare against the dew-sodden grass, the bottoms of the pyjama pants he wore getting slightly wet. He looked up to see another figure stood someway in the distance amongst a cluster of trees, Kurt straining his eyes to try and identify them.

And then he was closer, the trees – and the figure- just under ten meters away now. The figure kept changing where he stood – Kurt knew now that it was definitely a 'he' – hiding behind trees or turning his back just as Kurt found him again.

"Kurt?" A clear voice, like it was right in his ear, behind Kurt made him turn around only to come face to face with a pair of warm, glinting hazel eyes. Looking down to take in the man's appearance Kurt felt a jolt of recognition; the yellow bow tie, the red jumper- it was the outfit Blaine had worn that eventful Sunday when their reunion had been cut short by Sebastian's infidelity.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed in relief, suddenly feeling as if he had been panicked before, even though he didn't remember feeling anything but calm. "I've been looking for you." Had he? Kurt didn't remember looking for anyone, let alone Blaine- he'd just been walking in the park.

The park that was… now a back garden.

"What are you talking about?" Blaine smirked, taking Kurt's hands in his. "I've been looking for you."

"Why?"

"Because I love you, silly!" Blaine laughed, dragging Kurt back towards the house that had appeared to Kurt's right. It was a little like his father's house, but crossed with the kind of houses one saw in a magazine or a TV programme; one that housed a 'perfect' family who smiled all the time and never argued. Kurt could only see the back, but he already knew that it was his house; he knew that his Navigator was parked out the front, next to another car that must have been Blaine's, but the model was one he didn't know. He knew that in the living room there would be a simple colour scheme with a few toys in the corner next to a pile of DVDs. He knew that in the kitchen everything would be neat and have its place, yet the fridge would be covered in drawings and grade cards and shopping lists. "Now come inside, we're waiting for you."

"We?" Kurt felt his legs stop walking, but looking at Blaine he knew that he was- somehow- still moving. Blaine had an arm around Kurt's waist, holding Kurt's hand with his free one, and was leading him towards the house that they seemed to have gotten no closer to.

"We." Blaine nodded, looking towards the house. Kurt followed his gaze and saw two small children, a girl and a boy, now sat on the porch by the back door. They were playing something- chess, maybe, or draughts- but they looked up to see Kurt and Blaine walking towards them. They rushed up to Blaine, who was now several strides ahead of Kurt, who remained still where he stood.

"Daddy!" Kurt heard the girl cry, and looking at her Kurt could tell she was older than her brother. She was just like Blaine; an olive complexion topped off with a mass of dark curls which- unlike Blaine's- fell to her shoulders, with his dark, hazel eyes that glimmered with hints of honey. She wore a simple summer dress, white and plain, and like Kurt she was barefoot. Kurt felt the need to reprimand her, to tell her to put some shoes on when she was outside, but he felt like that would be intruding on the perfect scene and so decided to keep his mouth shut. He watched on as the girl flew into Blaine's open arms, her father picking her up and spinning her round, both of them laughing and beaming.

Kurt then turned his attention to the small boy who still stood there, now seemingly shy and quiet and gazing at the floor with a slightly saddened look. Like his sister, he wore all white and no shoes; a plain white t-shirt with plain white shorts. Kurt stepped forwards, making the boy look up, and was shocked to see that this boy was the mirror image of his younger self. He had the same chestnut-brown hair, and even at a young age it was perfectly styled. 'I must have had something to do with that', Kurt pondered to himself, his gaze moving down to the boys eyes; they were blue- no, was that a hint of green in there? Or was that grey? It was hard to tell, but Kurt could see the recognition in them as this young boy began to smile at him.

"Daddy!" He cheered, skipping towards Kurt's now-open arms. "You came!" Kurt smiled at him, waiting for the boy to meet his grasp so that he could pick him up just as Blaine had done with the girl, but just as the boy reached him everything became brighter.

The scene before him began to fade, but Kurt felt almost peaceful about it. Just before it faded completely, Kurt managed to look down at his left hand to see a shining silver band with a diamond embedded in the centre, the sparkling gem flanked by a green gem on one side and a honey-coloured jewel on the other.


Kurt awoke to strong arms around his waist, a peaceful smile gracing his features as he awoke from a dream he couldn't quite remember; something about a house, a park or a forest- he remembered trees, at least- and a ring; Kurt definitely remembered a ring. But the memory of it all began to slip away when a gentle kiss was placed just below his ear, warm breath tracing across his neck.

"Morning," He murmured sleepily, a dopey smile spreading slowly across his face as he turned slightly, just far enough to look over his shoulder. Blaine smiled back at him, his hazel eyes soft as he gazed upon the semi-conscious man in his arms.

"Morning," He mumbled in reply, his eyes not leaving Kurt's as he ducked his head down and kissed his shoulder. "Did I wake you?" Even though Blaine wasn't sure how he could have woken Kurt - all of the kisses he'd placed on Kurt's pale skin had been delicate, his lips barely even grazing the exposed surface, and when he'd buried his face into the crook of Kurt's neck earlier he had been nothing if not gentle - but he said it anyway.

"Mm'no," Kurt smiled, closing his eyes again contentedly as he rolled over completely, burying his face into Blaine's neck.

"Good sleep?" Blaine smirked as Kurt snuggled against him, their bodies flush against each other.

"Mhmm," Kurt nodded slightly, the movement causing Blaine to squirm slightly as Kurt's nose tickled his neck. "I had the most wonderful dream, actually."

"Oh yeah?" Kurt nodded again into his neck, this time humming in agreement. "What was it about?"

"…No idea," Kurt giggled quietly, keeping his face buried in Blaine's neck to hide his blush. His spine tingled as Blaine began to trace his fingers up and down Kurt's back, giving the taller man shivers. Kurt's arm snaked around Blaine's waist, holding them closer together, whilst the other stayed between their shoulders, Kurt's fingers brushing against Blaine's neck.

"Sounds like a brilliant dream," Blaine chuckled into his ear, continuing to softly stroke Kurt's back.

"Shut up, you," Kurt used the hand around Blaine's waist to poke his boyfriend in the side as Blaine laughed quietly. "What time is it?" Kurt recalled from somewhere in the back of his mind that it was Monday, which meant that he would have to drag himself out of bed and away from Blaine's warmth at some point. Blaine, who still had his arms around Kurt's waist, began to rub Kurt's back gently as he leant down to kiss Kurt's neck again.

"Nearly six," He whispered, feeling Kurt relax underneath him as he caressed the skin under his ear with his nose. "When do you have to leave for work?"

"Hopefully never," Kurt sighed, laughing slightly before sighing as Blaine began a trail of kisses down his neck to his collarbone. "I-I have a class today at nine, so I really should be at work for half past eight… at the latest."

All Blaine said was "Ok" before his mouth was on Kurt's. He kept it PG, knowing that Kurt would probably be worrying about morning breath - something Blaine had never really cared much about before - and pulled back before he got too carried away. Seeing Kurt smiling sleepily up at him made his heart jolt in his chest and it pained him to move away from the pale, slender body beneath him.

"I'll get started on breakfast, if you want?" He gently unwrapped his arms from Kurt's waist, a little piece of his heart breaking when he heard Kurt whimper softly. Blaine couldn't help himself; he shifted closer again and pulled Kurt close to him, burying his nose in his chestnut-brown hair and breathing in pure Kurt, feeling Kurt relax in his arms again.

"Can't we just stay here all day?" Kurt asked after a few moments of comfortable silence, sighing peacefully and entwining his legs with Blaine's as he spoke.

"Unfortunately, no; we both have jobs, Kurt."

"Fine," Kurt pouted, looking down to their hands as they joined, fingers intertwining.

"Come on," Blaine smiled, sitting up properly and pulling Kurt out of bed with him. "Let's go get some breakfast." He leant down to kiss Kurt's adorable pout away, satisfied when it was replaced by a smile.


Kurt was on cloud nine for the rest of the day. No- he was much higher than cloud nine- he was on cloud… twenty seven. And counting. As he walked through the corridors of NYADA, Kurt could not stop the smile that spread across his face. He was smiling so much his cheeks hurt, but he really couldn't care less right now. All he could care about was the conversation he and Blaine had had over breakfast that morning.


"Kurt, can I ask you something?" Blaine twiddled his fork between his fingers, staring down at the omelette on his plate rather than eating it. Kurt looked up, his own fork halfway to his mouth, to see Blaine looking slightly uncomfortable- and a little worried- like he was going to ask something huge.

"…Yes?" Kurt put his fork back down, turning his full attention to Blaine with concern rushing through him and taking Blaine's hand in both of his.

"Are we…" Blaine gestured between the two of them, looking up slightly through his long lashes before blushing and looking back down when he realised Kurt was looking at him.

"Are we… what?" Kurt prompted, raising his eyebrows in a way that suggested Blaine should continue.

"Are we… together?" Blaine felt so immature, like he was a teenager again in high school asking his first crush out on a date. Not that he'd ever done that, of course; his first crush had actually been a girl named Sophie but Blaine had never had the courage to talk to her, and before he knew it he was crushing on her boyfriend, Joel, so it was probably best not to ask either of them out.

Kurt looked a little stunned, blinking a few times and visibly swallowing as he gathered his thoughts. "I- I, uh… I hope so," He smiled a little nervously, squeezing Blaine's hand affectionately. Blaine looked up at him, his cheeks still slightly coloured, with the beginnings of tears in his eyes. It wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting, but it wasn't a bad reaction either. "Although," Kurt smiled ruefully, and Blaine felt his heart drop before Kurt saw his expression do the same. "You never actually asked me out." He winked, playfully, and then blushed at his own behaviour; he'd never really been the flirty type- maybe Blaine just brought it out in him.

Blaine visibly relaxed, his shoulders losing some of their tension and his heart climbing back up from where it had dropped to his feet. "Oh," Was all he could manage, unable to stop grinning like the love-struck fool that he was. "Right." All of his earlier nerves dissipated, now replaced with a fresh set of new ones. He took a deep breath, both boys gazing expectantly at each other as he opened his mouth to speak. "Kurt Hummel," He started, feeling adrenaline course through his veins as the taller boy smiled and nodded slightly, already sniffling quietly. "I love you… willyoubemyboyfriend?" He let it all out in one breath, rushing his words and closing his eyes tight as he spoke.

"I'm sorry," Kurt laughed, wiping a tear from his cheek. "I didn't quite catch that?" Blaine blushed deep crimson, but laughed as well. He rose from his chair, moving round to kneel next to Kurt whilst never letting go of his hand.

Once next to him, Blaine knelt down and cupped Kurt's pale cheek with his free hand, hazel eyes staring into glasz.

"Will you," Blaine inched closer, Kurt's smile faltering slightly as his gaze drifted down to Blaine's lips and back up to his eyes again.

"Be my," Blaine was merely inches away from being able to press his mouth to Kurt's, but decided to change course and allowed his lips to graze against Kurt's left cheek, his glasz eyes fluttering shut as his breath hitched.

"Boyfriend?" Blaine moved his mouth over to Kurt's right cheek, lingering only slightly as he felt Kurt's breath against his lips. He sat back on his heels, watching Kurt for his reaction. Kurt's eyes fluttered open after a few seconds, immediately locating Blaine's and locking onto them.

Blaine almost tumbled backwards as Kurt's mouth clashed against his, his tongue desperately begging entry. With a small, breathy moan Blaine complied, dragging Kurt down onto the floor next to him so that they were both kneeling together.

Even when they began to feel lightheaded, they both persisted for a few more seconds of pleasure before breaking apart, flushed and breathless.

"I love you, too," Kurt beamed, his eyes alight with desire and elation. "Of course I will."


Kurt almost laughed to himself at how perfect everything seemed to be as he entered the staffroom that morning, immediately heading towards the table where he knew Tina and Rory were already sat. He just couldn't believe his luck at how - after a slight hiccup here and there - everything seemed to be falling into place; at how Blaine was officially his boyfriend.

His. Boyfriend.

"How can you be so happy on a Monday morning?" Tina groaned, Rory smirking and rolling his eyes at her as she scrutinized Kurt with a tired glare.

"Because I just can," Kurt grinned back, putting the few papers he had held in his hands on the table in front of him and putting his messenger bag next to his feet. "What's up with you?" He frowned in Tina's direction, but she only groaned and clasped her head in her hands. Kurt turned to Rory for an explanation.

"Mike took her out Saturday night," He grinned, obviously enjoying how a usually-well-mannered Tina cursed alcohol under her breath. "She hasn't quite recovered yet."

"Ah," Kurt nodded once, but Rory noticed a small, mischievous glint appear in Kurt's eye. He watched in anticipation as Kurt gathered up his papers again, shuffling them around a bit so they were in a neat pile, and then heavily dropped them onto the table- right next to where Tina's head lay.

"KURT!" She clutched at her hair as a gunshot rang through her brain, wincing again when her cry caused a second wave of numb pain. "Not fair…" She crossed her arms and hid her face in them as Rory and Kurt high-fived over the table, both of them sniggering at their co-worker.

"That's what you get for coming into work with a hangover, Tina," Kurt smirked, pulling his papers back towards him across the table. "So, Rory," Kurt started, turning back to his Irish colleague. "How was your weekend?"

"Grand, actually," His ever-lasting cheer lit up his face, making his blue eyes twinkle with joy. "Mam called again- ended up speaking to her for nearly two hours- and then I decided to go out and I… I met someone." Kurt squealed and clapped his hands gleefully, earning another groan from Tina.

"Do tell! Where did you meet her? What's she like?" Rory chuckled and shook his head, having expected nothing less.

"She's… she's amazing. I was walking through Central Park and she fell into my arms- literally," He laughed again at the memory, remembering the dirty-blonde angel that had tripped in front of him, Rory only just managing to reach out and catch her before she fell to the pavement. "She works in a theatre, I think she said- to be honest, I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying; I couldn't stop staring at her eyes." Rory seemed to drift off into his own little world for a few seconds, gazing at his hands, before snapping back awake and blushing, sheepishly glancing up at Kurt only to look away again.

"She sounds lovely, Rory," Kurt grinned, reaching over the table to place his hand over his Irish counterpart's reassuringly. "Did you happen to get her name, by any chance? Or did that slip your mind, too?" He gave a teasing wink as he pulled his hand away.

"No, I got her name," Rory pouted back, blushing ferociously. "Her name is Sugar. Sugar Motta." Kurt's eyebrows raced to his hairline, causing Rory to send a worried frown his way. "Kurt? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt shook his head slightly and grinned. "Yeah, it's just- I know her!" He laughed, but Rory just got even more confused.

"You do?"

"Yes! She works at the theatre where Blaine does," Kurt shrugged his shoulders, attempting to be nonchalant, but even he could notice how much he lit up by merely mentioning the dark haired actor. "Costume design, right?"

"…Yeah," Rory exhaled sharply, halfway between a small laugh and a scoff. He seemed to think about something for a while, frowning to himself before looking up at Kurt. "Do you… go to the theatre a lot? To see Blaine, I mean. 'Cos, I was thinking, maybe I could tag along with you, sometime? Y'know, say hi to Sugar or something?"

"I think that is a particularly awesome idea, sorry Tina," Kurt beamed, biting his lip as he apologised for drumming his hands on the table excitedly. "You get to see Sugar again, and I get to see my boyfriend- I mean, my Blaine- I mean, Blaine. I get to see Blaine." Rory's eyes widened in delight, and Tina even managed to raise her head to stare up at him with a weak grin.

"You two finally got together?" Rory asked, his voice slightly higher than usual in his excitement. At this point, Kurt's entire face and neck was burning tomato red, but the undeniable grin on his face was enough of a confirmation for his colleagues. Rory whooped and got up from his seat, nearly tipping Kurt's chair backwards with the force of the hug that he gave him. Kurt reached out for the table in a blind panic, only just managing to still himself on the back two legs of his chair before he toppled over completely. He patted Rory on the back with his other hand, half in thanks for being so… overjoyed about his and Blaine's relationship, but also half in an attempt to tell him that he was feeling a little smothered and quite frankly, it was hard to breathe through Rory's spruce green sweater vest.

As Rory pulled away, Kurt glanced over at the clock. It read 8:43 am. Kurt had just over 15 minutes to get to his first class, and so hastily said goodbye to his fellow teachers and dashed out of the staff room - not before being pulled into another hug by Rory and recommending several hangover cures for Tina - heading to his own classroom.

Once Kurt was out of sight, Rory pulled out his phone and quickly typed out a text. "What are you doing?" Tina asked groggily, balling her hands into fists against her forehead as she saw Rory texting eagerly.

He didn't look up until he'd read over his text and pressed send, putting his phone away and turning to beam at her innocently. "Just spreading the news."