I'm sorry for those of you who got freaked by the last chapter! I know it's not a popular topic... anyway, I was asked what I do to get through getting injections, and the answer is that I just kind of walk in and get it done. They've never bothered me all that much. I've given blood twice, so if I can get that tube in my arm, I can get a jab... and on that topic, a friend of mine was giving blood for the first time and he's this real tough guy. Anyway, I'm getting mine done and he's getting the initial finger prick to test your iron levels (which I swear hurts more) and next thing I hear, the lady is yelling for someone to get in there and help her... and this friend of mine had fainted. I may have given him hell for it for a little while...

For next Authors Note (and to give me something to do with my dull life), tell me one random and interesting fact about you. Top three will get posted in tomorrow's Authors Note :) and, of course, you'll get mine too :)

From Jg Rox: I'd love to read about him being formerly introduced to Blaine[I think this should be Burt] as Kurt's boyfriend. And perhaps that could happen when he walks in on them in a... compromising position ;)

Introduction

"Kurt, I'm nervous."

Blaine was wringing his hands in the passenger seat and Kurt looked over, smiling at his panicked boyfriend.

"Blaine, relax. It's alright, you've got nothing to worry about." Kurt paused for a second, before amending. "Well, he's going to have to hate you on principle because you're his son's first boyfriend, but apart from that..." Blaine groaned and attempted to curl into a ball as Kurt laughed. "No, I'm kidding. He won't hate you, Blaine, he knows you anyway. You two got along fine when it came to the McKinley football game, didn't you?"

"I wasn't your boyfriend then, was I?" Blaine's voice was muffled as his head was currently pressed against his knees. "And I hadn't told him to give you The Talk like a week before asking you out."

Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately. "I still can't believe you did that. Sit up, I don't want you to die if I crash." Blaine untucked himself and sat up, still looking terrified. "But he knows you were just looking out for me, he may ask some questions but all parents do."

"Questions?" Kurt tried to ignore the fact that Blaine's voice had just risen in pitch, deciding that he could tease him about it later when he wasn't looking like he was about to pass out.

"Yeah, just things like 'What are your intentions towards my son?' 'How far have you gone?' 'Will you pressure him?' and so on."

Blaine's mouth opened and shut without any sound coming out and Kurt sighed. "The answers to which are 'I just want to make him happy, I care about him a lot,' 'Nowhere, and we'll be taking our time about it,' and 'Absolutely not, I respect Kurt far too much to ever push him into things that neither of us are ready for.' A 'sir' here and there would probably help your case as well."

Blaine chuckled, looking slightly less nervous. "I'm sorry, Kurt, I just don't want to screw this up. I really want your dad and the rest of your family to like me."

"Blaine, he let me invite you to Friday night dinner, I think he likes you. Just be your charming, dapper self, talk football with him and Finn, and it'll all be fine."

Kurt flipped the indicator to turn into his street as Blaine nodded. "Okay. Okay. I can do this."

"Yes you can." He pulled to a stop outside his house, turning to his boyfriend. "I've met your family already, and trust me that was a lot more nerve wracking than you meeting mine." Kurt shuddered a little as he remembered that afternoon. He had been lying on his bed, innocently doing some homework when a knock came on the door, revealing Blaine and his parents.

"Kurt, sorry I didn't let you know, but my parents were in town and thought they'd stop by. And so I thought I'd introduce them to everybody."

Kurt jumped off his bed, straightening his blazer nervously and moving across to shake their hands. "It's nice to meet you."

Blaine waited until the greetings had been made before stepping a bit closer to Kurt. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend."

Their faces had said it all. Blaine's mother's smile didn't falter. "That's lovely, Blaine!" She reached out and took Kurt's hand again. "In that case, I'm even happier to meet you, Kurt."

He smiled at her before turning his attention to Blaine's dad as she released his hand. His smile had become wooden and fixed. "I - well, yes. Okay. That's - that's good son. Well done."

Blaine grimaced a little, shooting an apologetic glance at Kurt. "Well, you'd better come say hi to Wes and David then." He ushered them out of the room, turning back to look at Kurt once more, mouthing 'we'll talk later'

The door shut and Kurt fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Well... wow."

"I really am sorry about that."

Kurt shook his head a little and smiled. "Hey, it's fine. Your Mom's lovely, by the way. And like I said, this is going to be a lot easier." He unclipped his seatbelt and turned to face Blaine, taking his boyfriend's hands in his and trying to ignore the tingle that shot up his spine at the contact. "And I'm here with you, it's all going to be okay."

"I know." Blaine smiled a little hesitantly. "We're doing this for us, anyway."

Kurt nodded, and silence fell. But it wasn't an awkward silence, he decided as he looked into his boyfriend's eyes, more contemplative.

"I kind of want to just stay here," Blaine confessed. "Just with you."

"Same," Kurt murmured. He lifted a hand and brushed it gently across Blaine's cheek without realizing what he was doing. Blaine's eyes closed for a second before opening again, staring into his. "We don't get enough alone time these days."

"Mm," Blaine murmured, his lips barely moving. Speaking of his lips - Kurt suddenly couldn't drag his eyes away from them, looking so soft and ... and - moving. Oh. "You know you can if you want."

Kurt lifted his eyes with great difficulty. "Sorry?"

"You can kiss me."

Kurt gulped, feeling the familiar panic rise up inside of him and Blaine squeezed his hands. "I said if you want, babe. You know we're taking this at your pace."

And they certainly had been. Kurt had admitted right at the very start that he wasn't ready for anything physical, which Blaine had been totally fine with. But he also saw the way Blaine looked at him sometimes when Kurt didn't think he was watching. The lust in his eyes that had scared Kurt the first time he had seen it, but simply made him curious after that. But Blaine had always pushed it back and been fine to stick with hand holding and the occasional touch. He really was a wonderful boyfriend. After all, Kurt had dragged Blaine shopping, made him sit awkwardly with his New Directions friends while he gossiped with the girls, watched movies he knew Blaine hated... well, Blaine had certainly made some sacrifices for Kurt.

Kurt licked his lips a little before lowering his gaze to Blaine's. And really, how difficult could it be? All he would be doing was taking his mouth and pressing it against Blaine's... in fact, it probably wouldn't be a big deal at all.

"Okay," he whispered. Then, before he could lose his nerve, Kurt leant in. Angling his head slightly so their noses didn't bump - because he had heard enough from the girls to know that was a turn-off - he allowed his lips to brush gently against Blaine's.

And what felt like an electric shock bolted up his spine, and before Kurt even knew what he was doing, his mouth was against Blaine's, moving in a way Kurt never thought he'd consider doing, but it must be good because Blaine was responding. His hands had somehow wrapped themselves around Kurt's waist - oh, when did that happen? - and Kurt hesitantly raised his to touch Blaine's face again before growing in confidence and running them up and down his jaw.

"Why have we not been doing this sooner," he whined against Blaine's lips, feeling a chuckle in response before Blaine's mouth was opening a little and oh, that's how boys taste.

Kurt wasn't even aware that time had passed, or that he was meant to be going inside, or that he was even outside his house. But everything came back the second he opened his eyes a little and saw his Dad standing on the front step.

"Blaine, stop!" Kurt pushed Blaine back and his eyes grew wide.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to pressure you into anything -"

Kurt shook his head frantically. "No, not that. My Dad's standing behind you."

Blaine froze. "He - he saw us kissing?" Kurt nodded. "I'm dead, aren't I?"

As much as Kurt wanted to reassure Blaine that everything was going to be fine, he didn't know himself. So, pulling up as much courage as he could, he reached over and opened his door, gesturing to Blaine to do the same. Walking around to Blaine's side, he deliberated for a second before taking Blaine's hand because there was no point in trying to be subtle about the fact they were dating now.

The front walk seemed to stretch on forever, yet be so short at the same time. And now they were standing in front of Burt who had an unreadable expression on his face. Kurt cursed Finn for teaching his dad poker before taking a deep breath.

"Dad, I'd like you to meet Blaine, my boyfriend."

Go on, ask for it. I know you want to ;)

MusicalEscape:

On a piece of paper taped to Kurt's door:

Kurt, if it makes you feel better, here's a lst of things the Warblers are scared of:

Jeff- Mice

Nick- Thunder

(etc, all the way up to...)

Harry- Teddy Bears