Kurt traced the backs of his fingers down Blaine's arm and then dragged his finger pads back up the length as Blaine slept bundled in beside him, almost childlike in the way he huddled up to Kurt's warm body. Outside of the door, Kurt could hear his dad snoring on the couch, accenting Blaine's own little wheezy breaths which were only broken up by the occasional nonsensical murmur brought on by an equally nonsensical dream. Kurt liked this time of day, when he would wake before Blaine and could just watch him sleep like he had all those months ago. The difference was that now Kurt wasn't just waking up to something that felt like a one night stand. He was waking up to something that meant so much more. It was commitment, romance, a future together, a promise of something so much more.

"Mmmm... keep doin' that..." Blaine muttered as Kurt slipped his fingers up again, prompting him to tip his head down to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek.

"Good morning."

"Your dad snores."

"You snore."

Blaine snorted contemptuously at that, prying his eyes apart slowly as they adjusted to the low light and focused on Kurt's face. "I do not. My nanny told me I slept like an angel growing up."

Kurt chuckled softly, not wanting to wake his dad and spoke in whispers, "You had a nanny... of course you had a nanny. Well, I hate to tell you this, but your nanny lied."

"Juanita would never lie." Blaine huffed in half-awake protest, drawing his arms up and around Kurt and pulling him in against his furnace like body. "Now snuggle."

Trapped like that just led to Kurt chuckling and burrowing in against the heater that Blaine was. "You do snore. Why do I have so many snoring men in my life?"

"Don't snore..." Blaine grumbled. "... who else snores?"

"Dad... obviously." Kurt murmured, setting his head down on Blaine's chest and moving his fingers to weave through Blaine's chest hair. "My step-brother Finn. Elliott. As much as I've always complained about it too, I do find it comforting to fall asleep to."

"Why?"

"It's familiar... it's... safe." Kurt said softly, revelling in how Blaine's chest hair would spring back into place when he pulled it upwards. "Do I snore?"

Kurt felt the top of his head being kissed before a response was given. "If I ever fall asleep after you... or wake up before you for that matter, I'll let you know."

"You sleep like a log."

"You don't sleep enough."

Kurt pointedly ignored the accusation. His sleeping habits had gotten much better since he had left SCU, but he knew they were far from perfect. Years of abuse to his body couldn't just be undone in a few months though. "Come on. Let's get up and shower before my dad hogs it."

"Your dad doesn't strike me as a shower hog."

"My dad has back hair which he meticulously shampoos and conditions since he lost all the hair on his head. I think he figures he might make enough one day to get the hair on his back transplanted to his head."

That got a laugh out of Blaine who sat up along with Kurt, making a start to their day by creeping out of the tiny room, having a shared shower, and making coffee; the smell of which awoke Kurt's dad.

The three of them took the subway to Central Park once they had all gotten ready, Burt taking a long shower just as Kurt had predicted. Burt graciously bought them lunch from a hot dog vendor, leaving them afterwards to catch the train back to Ohio. Kurt spent every moment up until that point watching his dad and Blaine interact, heart tensing every time his dad asked a tough question or Blaine said something he thought might draw Burt's suspicion, and relaxing when they laughed together and had a lengthy conversation about sports that Kurt couldn't follow at all despite spending so much time cheering on the sidelines of athletic events.

"You be good kiddo." Burt directed as he gave Kurt one of his giant, patented bear hugs before doing the same to a surprised Blaine and whispering in his ear.

"What did my dad say to you?" Kurt asked, once they had waved Burt off.

"Ah... just... to find my way to New York."

Kurt nodded, stuffing his pockets with his hands as he looked to the ground. As nice as it would be to have Blaine here, he knew that Blaine couldn't give up his scholarship that easily.

"I'm terrified of ending up like my parents Kurt... I want to make sure I'm financially stable..."

Again Kurt nodded quietly. He could understood Blaine's reasoning, for as cold comfort as it was to him. Tomorrow he'd have to say goodbye until one of them could afford to visit the other. Most of Kurt's money was allocated for living expenses since being a background singer and dancer didn't make as much as New York City life required. Once Blaine was gone, Kurt would get some day shifts at a diner Elliott knew the manager of and maybe, just maybe, Kurt would be able to visit Blaine at Thanksgiving.

"But I want to make sure I don't lose sight of the people that are important either..."

To that, Kurt looked back up at Blaine whose lower lip was quivering slightly. He looked utterly terrified and Kurt's heart immediately sunk. Was this the end? Was it going to be over just as quickly as it had begun? Had Blaine realized how futile their being together was going to be long distance?

"My parents care more about making money than they do about spending time with me... even after everything that's happened... and it hurts Kurt... I hate being pushed to the side. I loved my nanny but hated that my parents never cared enough to raise me themselves. The relationships I've had? I mimicked how my parents treated one another in them… so cold and proper… and it never felt right. It never felt like the love I always wanted. I don't want to be like that. I want the people I love to know that I love them... whatever sacrifice that takes..."

Kurt gulped his heart back upwards, letting it stomp against his ribs in an angry, maddening dance as he stared at Blaine. "What... what do you mean?"

"I hate cheering, and I love you. I'll figure out a way to pay my way here... see if I can transfer to NYU or another college here... It might mean I work two jobs... but at least I could come home to you... I mean... it's a big step, and I'm assuming a lot of things, but I hoped that maybe..."

Kurt leapt forward, into Blaine whose arms wrapped around him a second later due to a delay from the surprise of the motion. "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"

"Really?"

"Yes, really, you big snoring dope."

Blaine's trembling lower lip steadied as he looked over Kurt's face for the truth to what he was saying, and Kurt looked back to Blaine intently, trying to convey just how serious he was. It would be hard - a penniless student and a poor actor trying to survive in the city, but everything about it felt right. Instead of a burden, it felt like they were committing themselves to a great adventure.

"I... I don't snore... my nanny..."

Kurt just laughed and pressed his lips to Blaine's to silence him, making himself a mental note that he needed to record Blaine sleeping in the future, now that he knew he would get the chance.

Quintessential
Oh holy hell! Coach Sylvester was promoted to Dean of Athletics!

KittysKorner
Who's going to coach the Sirens then?

AuntieSnix
Hello! Newsflash! Even more important? Blaine's ditching us all to go room up with twinkle toes in New York!

Quintessential
NO!

AuntieSnix
YEAH!

KittysKorner
Moving pretty damned fast those two.

AuntieSnix
I'm calling it. They must have amazing sex.

Quintessential
Hell, if they both weren't gayer than a pride parade I'd jump either one of them.

AuntieSnix
Wanky.