Author's Note: So, I took a while, but this is long, and contains lots of adorable Blaine, so hopefully that's okay. Definitely 100% only one chapter left now, so that should be up soon. Wow, I'm gonna miss this story, and your reviews. Enjoy!

Chapter 29- Knowing

"It's really weird sitting to this side of you. Like, all last week I was on the left and you were on the right, but now that you're the one driving the car…" Blaine trailed off.

"Yes Blaine, I got that from the past five times you've pointed that out to me." Kurt said calmly and not with the slightest hint of annoyance…yeah, right.

"Actually that was the fifth time, I'd only said it another four. It's also likely that I won't say it again."

"If you change that likely to certain I'd be happier. Not that I don't like listening to you, you just don't have to repeat yourself every half an hour."

"It's only like a two hour trip to Lima and we're not even halfway there, how can I have said it every half a- okay, I'll shut up now. Sorry." Blaine backtracked when Kurt gave him a look that said 'do you really think I'm interested in the technicality?'

"Blaine, seriously it's fine, you don't have to apologise for everything you do. You're only trying to make conversation."

"Still, sorry. I didn't realise that the trip to Lima was so dull –even with amazing company." Blaine added, when he saw his boyfriend raise an eyebrow.

"Well what do you usually do when you used to drive to Lima to see me?"

"Think about you." Blaine said without hesitation. "But that's slightly pointless because you're right here. We never have to drive this far together."

"True. But then why should this be any different from just hanging out?" Kurt asked casually.

"You're driving." Blaine answered simply.

"Yeah, I know that…"

"No I mean… I don't want to talk too much because you're driving. I don't want to distract you."

"Oh… wait, is that an insult? You don't trust me driving?" Kurt asked suspiciously.

"I didn't say that!"

"You didn't have to. Why don't you trust me driving? I'm a trustful person."

"Yeah, I know."

"Then why don't you trust me?" There was no hurt in Kurt's tone, just amusement.

Blaine mumbled something incoherently.

"What? I couldn't hear that."

"I said that every other person I get in a car with tells me to shut up because I'm talking too much and they can't concentrate. There, I said it. I'm annoying to drive with." Blaine pouted.

"Awww honey you're not annoying me." Kurt laughed.

"But you said-"

"I didn't say it was annoying though, you were just repeating the same thing over and over again."

"So you don't think I'm annoying?" Blaine said hopefully, his spirit rising.

"No, I think you're a total dork, undeniably adorable and questionably dapper, but I wouldn't say you were annoying." Kurt said honestly. Did he forget to mention totally awesome?"

"Cool!" Blaine exclaimed in triumph.

"You do have the tendency to become a six and a half year old however. Let's not forget that."

"You remembered the half! You care!"

"You're also very cute, Blaine."

"You too Kurtie!"

"That's borderline irritating though."

"Why Kurtie? Why don't you like being called that? Please, Kurtie, please tell me." Blaine adopted his puppy eyes and a whiny tone.

"…Yeah, I can definitely see why people find you annoying."

"Hey!"

"Again Blaine, I didn't call you annoying, I said I could see why people would think that. Why don't you listen to music?"

"I'm pretty sure singing at the top of my lungs is more distracting than just talking." Blaine said honestly, because he had no doubt that that's what he'd do given the opportunity.

"Then what do you want to do?"

There was silence.

"Blaine?"

"Sssh! I'm thinking."

More silence.

"…Oooh, I know! Can we have a Q and A?"

"You already know an embarrassing amount of trivia about me but sure, why not? You can go first. That is, unless you have to think of the perfect first question." Kurt mocked.

"I am not that bad." Yet despite Blaine's mild protest it took him another twenty seconds to ask the first question. "What's your favorite color?"

"Very creative, well done. Honestly I don't think I have one. Maybe blue, or silver… but I also like red…"

"How can you not have a specific favorite color?"

"Pretty sure it's my question now. Why; what's your favorite color?"

"Your eyes." Blaine answered without hesitation. "They're awesome. They change color with your moods, it's seriously amazing. Sometimes they're blue, sometimes they're green and sometimes they're grey."

"It's called glasz, Blaine." Kurt said, unable to keep the smile out of his voice.

"I know that, I Google-d it when I first met you, I just can't pr-pro-pron-p- I can't say it." Blaine finished, stumbling over the word pronounce.

"Cute." Kurt commented.

"Anyway it's my question. Um…"

"Take your time."

"…"

"Sometime today though preferably."

"…I don't know. I can't think of one." Blaine blushed.

"See, I told you you'd have to think of a perfect question. Just say anything."

"Anything."

Kurt sighed.

"Wait, I got one! Who's your best friend?" Blaine asked smugly.

"You, I don't see why you even have to ask that."

"Just wanted to hear you say it. I thought it was still Mercedes so I wanted to make sure you realised how awesome I am."

"Dork. Okay, so I got a good question; what are five of your most embarrassing memories aged thirteen and under?"

It just didn't seem fair that Blaine knew all Kurt's past embarrassing moments yet Kurt only knew the ones that were recent for Blaine.

"Five? Wow. Why the age limit?"

"People do stupid things as teenagers so I'd already know half of them. Besides, if I say five I get a lot of blackmail." Kurt answered simply.

"Wow, you're nice."

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm Blaine; you're getting too good at it. I've created a monster. Now stop avoiding the question, go embarrass yourself already."

"Fine. I'm going to count backwards from five to one, seeing as I already know what I'm going to say."

"You do that." Kurt muttered.

"Do you want to hear it or not?"

"Yes I do. I'd mime zipping my lips but I'm driving."

"Okay, so number five would be when I was seven and I fell into a pond –don't laugh when you're driving!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'm fine."

"So yeah, I fell in a pond and had to walk home covered in slime and dirty water and moss and a load of other things, it was gross. And it took me about five minutes to realise I still had a frog on my head."

"Awww, that's-" Kurt gushed.

"No it wasn't cute, it was grim. It smelt disgusting it wasn't even a nice pond." Blaine said in monotone.

"It's still an adorable image. So what about four?"

"Well technically four is two things; I've electrocuted myself twice –okay, seriously that isn't funny." Blaine pointed out.

"But you just- that's so- ha!" Kurt laughed uncontrollably. "Oh God, I can't breathe."

If you want a little insight as to why Kurt was laughing so much, think about it. Imagine Blaine as a kid with his wild curly hair standing on end as electricity sparked through his body. Sure, it may be kind of mean because it probably hurt a bit, but it's still a hilarious picture.

"It won't be funny when you crash the car. I could have seriously hurt myself."

"But you didn't. Okay, elaborate, how?"

"First when I was about two; it involved a glass of water and a lamp, I wanted to make the water glow. Then second when I was nine, I think, I had this kit to make an electricity generator-"

"That's sad. You had an electricity generator kit? What the hell is that?"

"I don't even know… it was weird. Anyway, you spun a magnet inside a coil of metal, well, it was more complex than that but whatever, and I was checking that it actually created electricity. It did, it definitely did."

"You were such a goofy kid."

"I know," Blaine sighed. "I was always getting myself in trouble for something. Okay, so three...oh yeah I remember. So I was at this zoo and I got lost and they had these bird things running free around it, I still don't know what they were called, and one of them honestly attacked me."

"Seriously?" Kurt asked with disbelief evident in his tone.

"I'm not even kidding. It was horrible, I was just walking and it flew at me squawking and flapping at me. It was traumatic. I started screaming and ran away; it even chased me for a bit. I didn't even do anything. On the bright side I made so much noise that I attracted attention from a zoo employee and they showed me the right way to go."

"Only you, Blaine. You're the only person that could do that."

"I know, I just think I'm more accident prone than I first realised… Two…oh, so you gotta realise that I was only three or four, and therefore it isn't fair to hold this against me."

"You've got me intrigued now though."

"Well I was three, four or five, I don't know, but I was young and I don't really remember it at all. So, um, I had these miniature chocolate chunk things –actually they could have been chocolate chips, or something like that."

"What did you do, Blaine?"

"I kind of, maybe, inhaled one of them."

"You got it stuck up your nose? What the hell were you doing with it?" Kurt asked incredulously.

"See, that's the thing, I don't know… But, it wasn't stuck, I fully inhaled it. But then my mom freaked out and took me to the hospital and everything. They couldn't do anything about it though; I wasn't struggling to breathe so they said there was nothing to do with it."

"You are genuinely impossible, Blaine. And that's only second? Wow."

"Yeah, but this gets better. A couple of days later I was in the bath and I had a chocolate nosebleed when it melted." Strangely there was a sense of pride in Blaine's voice. But you've got to admit, not many people can say they've had a chocolate nosebleed…

"…I'm not entirely sure how to react to that. It's pretty disgusting."

"I know! You did ask. However, number one! So I was thirteen, in the shower-"

"Do I really want to hear this?" Kurt interrupted.

"What –Oh! No, not like that. I was thinking, people think in the shower, they don't –they think. Alright?"

"Mmhmm. You may continue."

"It was in that very shower that I realised I was gay."

"In the shower?" Why there of all places?

"Yep. 'Cause I was thinking. Just to establish that. But-"

"Yes! There's a 'but'."

"I was thirteen, as previously mentioned, and I may have freaked out a little bit at the revelation." Blaine said slowly, choosing his words carefully.

"Meaning?" Kurt prompted.

Blaine mumbled something under his breath.

"What?" Blaine looked up and cursed whatever force up there had put him in this situation.

"I passed out; lost consciousness; collapsed. I fainted!"

"You fainted." Kurt said unsurely, almost posing it as a question. "You of all people."

"I panicked, I couldn't help it." Blaine justified.

"That's so adorable."

"It's humiliating! If Wes ever found out I'd never live it down –don't get that look, Kurt Hummel you cannot use this as blackmail against me."

"I'm not that harsh; you know I wouldn't do that to you."

"Sure you wouldn't." Blaine said, unable to stop himself from being slightly sceptical. "Anyway, that's not even the worst part. My mom heard a thud and ran upstairs to check that I was okay, naturally I didn't answer.

"Being thirteen, I wasn't exactly comfortable with my mom seeing me naked by that time, so she just put her arm round the side to turn off the water so I didn't drown and then unhooked the shower curtain and wrapped me in it. It was creepy, I still remember waking up and seeing her staring at me." Blaine shuddered at the uncomfortable memory.

"I had to pretend I'd seen a spider when she asked why I'd fainted. Although I don't know why she believed me; I'm not scared of spiders. So there we go. Embarrassing childhood memories. You can laugh now." Blaine sighed.

Kurt stayed silent.

"You're not laughing anymore?"

"No, I'm wondering how it's possible for you to be so…" Cute? Adorable? Those words were overused. "So Blaine. You're just so you."

Blaine grinned like the Cheshire Cat….just not as creepy.

The rest of the Q and A had a lot of unexpected revelations.

"You did what? Kurt!"

"You didn't see the scarf, Blaine, don't judge me. Besides, it wouldn't have suited the old hag anyway; I did her a favor by pushing her lightly out of the way."

"You just said that she fell over!"

"Well she was really unsteady, and it was on sale."

And:

"And you call me mean!" Kurt exclaimed.

"It wasn't my fault. She tripped into me and I was already sat down."

"You knee-d a one-year-old girl in the face, Blaine. She cried."

"It was my cousin. She deserved it anyway; she's such a spoilt little brat. And she just gives me this look so that I know she hates me. Secretly she's evil; don't say I didn't warn you when she takes over the world."

There were certainly a lot of funny memories shared in that journey to Lima, so much that when they did arrive at Kurt's house they were still laughing. In fact, Blaine was so at ease that he didn't mention murder, shotguns, car crushers or anything of the sort. Not even assassins! He wasn't nervous any more.

"No, no we shouldn't." Blaine laughed as they walked through the front door, hands swinging between them, hardly even noticing the broken handcuff chain tapping repeatedly against them.

"Well you're the one that wanted a Q and A; why not include Wes next time 'round?"

"Hmm, let's think, oh yeah –because he'd kill me!"

"Like he didn't realise what you did. 'No Wes, I didn't hide your gavel, it must have jumped out of your hand, unlocked the door to the room and ran to lie underneath that desk. Such a strange coincidence.' What kind of an excuse is that?" Kurt challenged.

"Well he was pretty out of it at the time; he went psycho-maniac when he thought he'd lost that thing. David would kill me too though, he lost sleep over Wes screaming to know what he'd done with it, and he was prime suspect for a while. Besides, you promised not to tell anyone any of this!"

"And I won't. That doesn't mean I won't make you tell him yourself." Blaine looked confused. "I have ways of making you talk." Kurt continued.

"I really don't think you meant for that sound like it did."

"Blaine!" Kurt laughed, and the sound seemed to be infectious.

"I can't help it! Sor- I'm still not allowed to apologise, am I?" Kurt shook his head.

"Kurt? Is that you?" A voice called out from the kitchen.

"Hi Carole!" Kurt called back, making his way into the room. He was immediately embraced in a hug.

"I didn't know you were coming today. What happen- oh? Oh." Carole had pulled back and saw the band that had been encircling Kurt's wrist for the past week.

"It's not like that Carole, I promise. It's a long story."

"Well I'm all ears now, I need some gossip, and Finn doesn't tell me anything." Carole looked at her stepson expectedly and excitedly.

"Well, you know Blaine…" Kurt motioned to the boy leaning against the open doorway behind him. Carole looked up and noticed him for the first time.

"Yes I do, and I do love the no hair gel today." She commented. Kurt beamed proudly while Blaine tugged on a curl sheepishly.

"Yeah, Kurt wouldn't let me wear any."

"But it looks so much better without it!"

"It's all fluffy." Blaine stated.

"Exactly, it's like a cloud or something. I love it."

"Did you really just compare my hair to a cloud? Even though I'm the dorky one."

"Get used to it." Kurt said shortly but with a wide smile.

"I already am." Blaine laughed. Carole gasped as her eyes widened when she realised what was going on.

"Are you two dating now?!" She exclaimed, even though she'd already figured it out. The love-struck expressions on their faces said it all. "Tell me everything! I'm so happy for you!" She pulled both of them into a hug and continued to chat to the boys animatedly until the food was ready.

There was a moment of awkwardness when Finn found the boys and thought that they were there to kill him for telling their situation, but Kurt calmly explained that it was fine, they weren't annoyed, and it had all turned out for the best.

Dinner also went without a hitch. Finn, Blaine and Burt happily discussed football and other common interests while Kurt and Carole caught up on what had happened since they'd last seen each other. Sometimes they'd all talk together, or Burt would embarrass Kurt, who Blaine would then find adorable, and they'd all laugh about it afterwards.

The evening was one of the most pleasant they'd had together in a while, and Kurt and Blaine had gone upstairs to watch a movie when they finally ran out of things to say. Of course, Kurt had known that his family would be amazing with him and Blaine, but his dad surprised him on just how much.

When Kurt had plodded into his dad's room, exhausted from laughing and tired from his eventful day, he'd found his dad and stepmom cuddled up watching a movie much in the same way he had been with Blaine only minutes before.

"Dad I can't find any of the blankets or spare pillows. Do you know where they are?"

Of course Blaine was staying the night because it was too late to drive up to Westerville, and Burt was going to help them with the cuffs in the morning.

"Why are you looking for them?" Burt countered.

"To set up the couch for Blaine?" Kurt said unsurely.

"Well I don't see why, your bed is huge."

"I –what?" Kurt did a double take. "Did you just…?" Kurt trailed off it disbelief.

"Look, Kurt, I'm not going to make the guy sleep downstairs by himself tonight, it's against most of my judgements, but it's been a day for you two. I doubt anything's going to happen, it better not and all, I'd seriously judge you. But this is a one off; he's a good guy and Blaine may as well just stay in your room tonight."

"You-"

"Yes I really did just say that. Now go before I change my mind."

"Thank you! You're the best dad ever!" Kurt praised before bounding out of the room.

"That's a big thing you've done there, Burt." Carole said calmly.

"Yeah," Burt breathed out, tightening his arms around his wife. "But they're good kids and I trust them. They deserve each other."

"I couldn't have put it better myself." Carole agreed warmly.

Kurt practically sprinted to his room and pounced on his boyfriend.

"Um, hi, you're happy."

"My dad's letting you stay in here."

"Oh, wow, really?"

"Mmhmm, that's huge, he's really protective and yet he doesn't mind this. It means he likes you Blaine."

"Well that's good, because I really like his son. But I have more good news." Blaine revealed, smiling so much that his eyes were shining.

"What?"

"You haven't yet realised that you can change shirts now." Kurt's eyes lit up as he sprinted to his closet and Blaine laughed for at least the hundredth time that day.

-The Chains That Keep Us Together-

Kurt giggled as they lay in bed that night, close to unconsciousness. Both were wearing t-shirts, and Blaine was happier of his smelling of Kurt than of changing out of his school shirt at last. The boys were wrapped safely in each other's arms, watching each other in the darkness.

"What?" Blaine asked in amusement.

"Nothing, I just realised that there's a boy in my bed." Kurt admitted, absentmindedly tracing patterns into his boyfriend's shoulder.

"You're crazy." Blaine announced. They'd been sharing a bed for the past few days, sure it may technically have been a Dalton bed, but it was Blaine's Dalton bed. He hadn't said anything about having someone else in his bed. …At least not out loud.

"Only for you." Kurt said on reflex, knowing straight away just how cheesy that must have sounded. But he couldn't bring himself to care.

"That's my line. You can't steal my dorkiness."

"You stole my sarcasm." Kurt countered.

"You stole my heart."

"Ditto."

They smiled again, feeling like they'd never stop smiling as long as they were together. It was cheesy, but it was true.

"This may have been the best week of my life." Kurt sighed.

"So far." Blaine added. "Best week of your life so far; it can always get better."

"I don't think I'll ever be happier than this though."

"Me neither."

"It's weird, because this week has been so awkward at the same time." Kurt said thoughtfully.

"I love awkwardness; I love falling out of beds and showers, slipping, almost falling, faking fights and almost being killed by crazy best friends with weapons.

"I love when people's minds go in the gutters for all the wrong reasons, fearing assassinations and having food fights.

"I love talking and laughing and smiling and being your boyfriend." Blaine declared proudly.

Kurt beamed and agreed. They both went to sleep, happier than they had ever felt before; both knowing the three little words that had gone unsaid during the list of things that they loved.

And it was fine, they were young and had their whole lives in front of them, they didn't need to say it just yet. They just knew.

"I love you."

What'd ya think? Next chapter has been planned in my head for months now so it shouldn't take too long. See ya then, let me know what you thought!