Thank you for Bakura From School for telling me to do superbowl story. :D it was fun even though it doesn't really have a lot to do with superbowl. :D enjoy!

"Good morning sleepy head," Blaine whispered as I slowly woke up. I felt like crap.

"Ugh, what time is it?" I groaned into his chest.

"Just after eight… you slept like a whole day! That's like a record for you! Congratulations you have entered the world of an average teenager on the weekend!"

"Shut up," I mumbled, quite aware of the splitting headache I had.

"Hey what's wrong? You alright?" he asked quieter than before.

"No, I feel horrible. Stupid migraine."

"Want me to get you some awesome drugs?"

"Drugs do sound awesome… the good kind right?"

"What else is there?"

I laughed a little as I rolled onto my back so he could get up and walk to the bathroom. He returned moments later with a cup of water and two pills. I sat up a little, letting an elbow support me.

"You are a god," I said as I took the pills, popping them into my mouth. I took the water and downed them with one swig, closing my eyes as I relished in the coolness of the liquid running down my throat.

"Psh, of course I am," he said as he walked to the door again. "I'll be back in an hour… let the pills take over so you can go to school tomorrow."

I smiled at him gratefully, closing my eyes, letting sleep take over my once more.

"Alright Sleepy, breakfast!" I heard a distant voice call. I slowly opened my eyes to see Blaine holding a tray of food with a single yellow flower in a vase.

"Really Blaine… a flower?"

"Really Kurt? That's the only thing you noticed? But yes, flowers are known to cure anyone of anything… didn't you watch Tangled?"

"Blaine honey… that's a fictional story," I stated as I sat up against the head board, adjusting the pillow accordingly.

He placed the tray on my lap and climbed in next to me.

"You have to admit that it brightens the room a bit. And that is why it has magical powers to help anyone." He nudged my shoulder and all I could was smile.

"Fine fine… would you like to explain what I have in front of me, dear waiter?"

"Well, kind sir, we have a pancake with whipped cream that seems to have turned into a very happy face, two eggs sunny side up and two pieces of bacon, creating a smile beneath the two eggs."

"You're such a dork. But a clever one."

"You love it," he said with a ridiculously cute grin on his face. Who looked that adorable after just getting up?

"I do," I said as I cut into the pancake. "Aren't you eating anything?"

"I may or may not have made myself exactly the same thing, and ate it as I made yours…"

"And you couldn't eat with me because…?"

"Because than I wouldn't be able to just stare and bask in your beauty."

"You are such a creep Blaine! Haven't I taught you better?"

He only shrugged and smiled as he continued to watch me eat.

As I finished I put the tray on the floor, placing the flower on the table beside my bed. He leaned over and licked at the corner of my mouth.

"You missed a little whip cream… I had to help," he said as he dove in for more. I had no intentions of stopping him.

I made my way down the bed so I was now lying against the mattress as his upper body hovered above me, deepening the kiss as the minutes passed. My hand went up to his neck, pulling him closer, allowing his tongue entrance as it slid across my lips. His legs found their way to tangle into mine, as he laid completely against me. His hands moved over my waist, lifting my shirt slightly and I gasped as skin came in contact with skin. we pulled back for not even a second to take a breath and our lips smashed back together.

He trailed down my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive spot on my neck. I only dug my fingers into his back as he made a bruise there and continued on when he was satisfied.

"Boys! We're home!"

We broke away and looked to the door.

I leaned my head against the pillows as his forehead went to my shoulder. We both let out a groan.

"Perfect timing dad," I mumbled as Blaine pushed himself off of me, stepping off the bed and offering his hand out for me.

I took it and we both made our way out of the room and down the stairs to see our parents putting their luggage aside.

"You're home early," I stated as they looked our way.

"Yeah… well your father didn't want to miss any of the Superbowl preshow so we had to leave early… even though we have plenty of time," Carole said as she moved to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of water.

"Oh yeah today's the Superbowl! How could I forget?" Blaine said, as he laid his hand on his forehead.

"I know! I almost did too but we got caught up with other things…"

"DAD! TMI!" Blaine and I exclaimed at the same time.

He threw his hands up in the air in surrender as he took the luggage upstairs to their room.

"So how was your weekend boys? Do anything fun?" Carole asked a few moments later.

We both looked to each other and shrugged. "Eh, not really. Just hung around the house, watched movies, talked a bit… the usual." Blaine said, smiling a bit to me as he said "watching movies".

Carole must have caught that and smirked. "TMI boys… T. M. I."

"No Carole… it's not like that it was…"

"You know what… I don't even want to know." She said smiling. She walked over and pulled us both into a hug. "Oh, I missed you boys."

"You were gone for two days."

"And I can't miss my boys? Kurt honey? Are you feeling alright?"

"I had a bit of a migraine earlier… I'm better now though."

"Alright… let me know how you're feeling later. I hope you're not sick again. You've been taking care of him right Blaine?"

Blaine came over behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Carole, do you know who you're asking?"

She only smiled and patted his arm that was around my stomach.

"Blaine! The pre game is about to start!" my dad called from downstairs.

He pulled away from our deep, passionate kiss we were sharing, calling out, "Alright I'll be right there!"

"Can't you just watch it later?" I asked, tightening my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer with a pout.

He caught my bottom lip with his mouth, placing both hands on either side of my face. He moved his mouth so that it was now equal, our lips moving in perfect unison.

"I'm sorry babe, I gotta go!" He said as he pulled away and darted out the door and down the stairs. I stood in the middle of the room, scoffing loudly.

"Boys…"

I went downstairs as well to find Carole in the kitchen making her famous artichoke dip that she made for special occasions. I guess this deemed as a "special occasion".

She must have caught my thoughts because she told me that my father insisted that this was most definitely a special occasion.

I laughed quietly to myself, as I moved around the kitchen to assist her. We worked in silence for a bit before Blaine came in.

"Hey mom, dad's asking for the dip… is it ready yet?" he asked in a hurry, almost breathless.

"Tell him that he has to be patient… it'll be done in five minutes."

"Alright… Dad it'll be done in five!" He yelled as he raced back to the living room with dad and Finn.

"Boys…" Carole and I said in unison, returning to the dip.

"So how are you feeling sweetie?"

"Better…" I said quietly, becoming aware of the slight throbbing right above my eye. I hated when that happened.

"Mhmm… how about this time you tell me the truth," she said, never looking up from he handiwork. How did everyone know how to read me like a book?

"Still feeling horrible…" I said quietly, closing my eyes tight as I massaged my brow where the ache started again.

"Oh sweetie, here let me get you an ice pack."

She went to the freezer and pulled out the blue ice and wrapped it in a cloth towel, before coming over, pulling my hand away and gently putting the cool pack on the spot.

"Thank you," I said as she returned to the dip.

"So… can I ask why you aren't telling me the full truth of how you're doing?" she asked as she poured some into a bowl.

"I told you I'm not feeling all that great…" I said, confused at what she meant.

"Hold on, let me take this to the boys before they come back in. Take a seat."

I went over to the dining room table, still resting the pack over my eye, the headache decreasing. I smiled when I heard a loud holler from the other room, but winced immediately when the horrible ache came back.

"Great…" I mumbled to myself before Carole came back in and sat next to me.

"Let me rephrase the question. You told me how you're doing physically… what about the other aspects?"

I loved Carole… I really did. I knew I could trust her with everything, just like I trusted Blaine. If he wasn't around then Carole would be the one I would go to. If all of this was true, why was it so hard?

I took a deep breath. "I'm emotionally and mentally tired. I hate having to go through this and drag everyone along with me… it's exhausting."

"Kurt, don't think that we are being drug into this. We want to help. This isn't something that we merely put up with. We love you and we want what's best for you."

"I know… I'm just tired of being so needy. I hate relying on other people…"

"I know sweetie, but sometimes it's nice to just let it all go and let other people in. I know Blaine's really worried about you, and so is Burt and Finn and me. We're all here for you."

I only nodded. "I talked to Blaine yesterday. We both talked actually… it was nice."

She reached out for my free hand and gave it a gently squeeze offering me a small smile.

We sat there for a few more minutes before standing up and making our way into the living room.

"Who's winning?" I asked seeing that the game had already started.

"It just started, no one is yet," Blaine replied looking up to me, worry flashing across his eyes.

I shook my head and sat next to him on the loveseat. He leaned back and guided me down so my head was in his lap. He took the ice pack away and replaced it with his smooth, strong hand, massaging the place where it had been, making it much better. I laid my hand on his thigh, and closed my eyes, melting in his touch as he continued to watch the game. His other hand that was not massaging my headache away went to my waist and I smiled at the warmth of his touch.

I felt safe here, surrounded by my family, and most importantly in the arms of someone I loved with all of my heart, who loved me for me. Who didn't expect me to be perfect. This was all I needed.

I must apologize for this being a really short chapter... especially after the last couple of beasts. :D

any way i hope you enjoyed the chapters i posted today and i hope that you all are now happy that Kurt FINALLY realizes he needs the people in his life... no worries he has learned his lesson and will continue on this way. :D Love to all of you and i hope that i will see you tomorrow! :D

and even though he most definetly doesn't read this story... happy birthday Darren! I'm sure that you are an inspiration to more people then just me. :D