A/N: Last chapter was rough. Here's something a little lighter and happier to make up for it. Thanks for reading! Reviews are welcome. :)

Since Blaine isn't at Dalton anymore, the vast majority of their time spent together is at Kurt's house. And since Blaine tries to spend as little time at home as possible, he's at Kurt's house a lot. Not that Kurt minds, of course. Blaine will be moving to New York at the end of the summer, and he will take every opportunity he can get to spend some time with his boyfriend before Blaine leaves. So today is Wednesday, and Blaine has been at Kurt's house since lunchtime. It's a beautiful day, so they'd eaten their lunch outside, and are now laying side by side in the grass, much to Kurt's protest, staring up at the sky, hands clasped between them.

"That one looks like a shoe," Blaine says, pointing to cloud that vaguely resembles the shape of a shoe.

"Yeah, it sort of does," Kurt agrees. "And look, that one over there is a bowtie."

Blaine laughs, "you're right, it is!"

Kurt turns his head to the side to find Blaine looking at him, eyes sparkling and a smile on his face. Kurt closes the distance between them and joins his lips to Blaine's in a sweet kiss. When he pulls back, Blaine rolls onto his side, threads his fingers into Kurt's hair, and pulls Kurt forward into a deeper kiss. Kurt sighs into the kiss and moves his hand up to rest against Blaine's soft cheek. They lay in the grass just like that, kissing lazily in the afternoon sun, and Kurt wonders if a moment could ever be more perfect than this.

When they finally break the kiss, they stay where they are, foreheads pressed together. They're silent for a moment, staring into each others' eyes, until Blaine moves forward and bumps his nose against Kurt's.

Kurt giggles. "What are you doing?"

"It's an Eskimo kiss."

"A what?"

"An Eskimo kiss."

"An Eskimo kiss?"

"Yeah. It's an Inuit greeting. That far up north, if you're meeting someone outside you usually don't have much skin exposed other than your eyes and nose. So they kiss with their noses."

Kurt rolls his eyes playfully. "You're such a dork."

"You love it," Blaine counters with a grin.

"I do love it," Kurt agrees, leaning forward and bumping his nose against Blaine's.

"I think the bowtie is raining on us," Blaine says, turning to look up at the sky.

Kurt looks too, and sees the gray clouds moving in to replace the fluffy white clouds they'd been staring up at earlier. He feels a raindrop land on his cheek.

"Let's get inside before it really starts," Kurt says, rolling back over and getting to his feet, "the grass has been bad enough, the last thing I need is the rain ruining my clothes."

Blaine follows suit, and they collect their things from lunch and head back into the house. Kurt's just putting their dishes into the dishwasher when his dad walks into the room.

"Hey boys, could I talk to you for a minute in the living room?" Burt asks, and he sounds... awkward?

Kurt and Blaine share a panicked look. What would his dad want to talk to them about? Is this a sex talk? Please, god, let this not be a sex talk.

"Uh, yeah, sure dad," Kurt replies, and his father nods and walks back to the living room.

Kurt finishes putting the dishes in the dishwasher then pushes the door closed.

"Do you know what he wants to talk about?" Blaine asks.

Kurt just shrugs.

They make their way into the living room and take a seat together on the couch. Burt is already seated in his chair, and he leans forward to rests his elbows on his knees as the boys sit down.

"Everything going okay today?" he asks, looking at Blaine, and now Kurt is really confused.

Kurt responds for him. "Everything's great, dad."

"I was talking to Blaine," Burt counters, though not harshly.

"Kurt's right, everything is great," Blaine agrees, tone confused.

"You seemed a bit upset there yesterday, kid," Burt continues.

"I, uh... it was nothing. I was just overreacting."

"Overreacting, huh?"

Blaine nods.

"How'd you get that?" Burt asks, gesturing to the bruise peeking out from under the sleeve on Blaine's shirt.

Blaine immediately shifts to cover it with his hand. "Oh I just, um... I bumped it on a shelf in the bathroom."

Oh. So that's what this is about.

"Kurt told me you've been having a hard time at home," Burt continues, matter-of-factly, and Blaine's head snaps to the side to look at Kurt.

Kurt looks between Blaine and his father. "I didn't- but I- that's all I said," he tries to explain desperately.

"Kid, there's no easy way to say this. But I gotta ask you a question, and I want you to answer me honestly. Did your dad do that to you?"

Blaine is glaring daggers at Kurt now. "You promised," and it comes out as a broken whisper.

"Blaine, I swear, I didn't tell- I didn't say anything, all I said is you were having a hard time at home, and he knew that, please, Blaine," he knows he's begging, pleading, but he just needs Blaine to know, because he kept his promise.

"Kurt didn't say anything to me, kid, but I think that answers my question," Burt says, leaning back a little.

Blaine's eyes soften a little, just for a moment, before there's a flash of panic, and then he's trying to put on a mask of composure and facing back to Burt again.

"No, he just- it was an accident. He didn't mean to," Blaine tries to explain.

"It doesn't matter if he didn't mean to, it matters that he did it."

"It's not like that, he just... got mad, and it only happened the one time, it's fine."

"It's not fine, Blaine. If it happened once it will happen again. Nobody has a right to hit you, even if they're angry."

"No it's not like that, he just... I said some things to him, and I provoked him, it's not-" Blaine tries to explain further, but Burt cuts him off.

"You don't need to make excuses for him, Blaine. I don't know the man, but if everything I've heard about your father is true, it sounds like you just being you provokes him."

Kurt feels totally helpless. He really underestimates his dad sometimes; the man is a lot more observant than he lets on. He's looking between his father and his boyfriend, the look of panic slowly taking over Blaine's face again. He slips his hand into Blaine's and gives it a reassuring squeeze. As awful as he knows Blaine is feeling right now, part of him is relieved this is happening; he didn't have to break his promise to Blaine, and surely his dad will do something about it.

"Really, it's fine. I have it under control."

"Kid, it's not safe for you to be around that."

"I'm fine."

"I disagree. I can't in good conscience let you go back to that house if I know he might hit you again, Blaine."

"Well where exactly am I supposed to go, then?" Blaine asks, and he's starting to sound frustrated. Kurt squeezes his hand again, a little tighter, hoping the reminder will help calm Blaine down.

"You could stay here," Burt says simply.

Blaine looks shocked, but it's Kurt that speaks this time. "What?"

"I talked to Carole, we have a spare room. Blaine," Burt says, leaning forward again, "we don't want you living somewhere that you aren't safe. We know you're moving to New York in less than two months, so it wouldn't be for long. But I can't let you live in that house."

"I..." Blaine starts, but trails off.

"You can say no. If there's somewhere else you'd rather go, maybe you have family you can stay with, that's fine. But you're more than welcome here."

"I don't really... they'd never let me," Blaine says.

"You're an adult now, Blaine, technically. They can't stop you if you want to move out. And I guess that means I can't make you do anything either, but god, kid, you gotta get out of there."

They sit there in silence for a long while, Blaine looking down at his hands as he thinks things over in his head, Kurt studying Blaine's face, trying to decipher what he's thinking.

"Bee?" Kurt finally asks.

Blaine looks up to meet his questioning gaze, and Kurt can see that Blaine's own eyes look conflicted.

"It's okay, Bee. I... I think you should. Stay here."

They stare at each other for another long moment, until finally, "okay."

"Okay?" Kurt asks.

"Okay," Blaine says, then turns to look at Burt and nods. "Okay."

Burt gives the boys a sad smile. "Alright, kid. We can go get your stuff after dinner. I can talk to your parents if you want."

"Yeah, okay," Blaine agrees quietly.

"Why don't you go show Blaine the spare room, Kurt?" Burt asks, pointing toward the stairs.

Kurt blinks. "Yeah, sure. Come on," he says, pulling Blaine along behind him.