I watched I Adora You today. The story was actually pretty incredible and I only went to watch it for Darren so that's really saying something that I followed the story ;) but Darren's acting was, as usual, amazing.

I don't know why I didn't do this last night. A VERY POTTER THREEQUEL! I'm so excited! Just as long as Darren doesn't overwork himself over it, I can't wait to see it! :)

From Kat3418: At Blaine's house, interrupted by Blaine's dad (who is supportive of Blaine the building of the car was just to teach Blaine so he wasn't taken advantage of...no matter how we'd like for Kurt to take advantage of Blaine teehee)

The main reason I wrote this is because I'm still not sure whether Blaine's a rich kid or not. So this is my richkid!Blaine story. Because I reallllly wanted to describe the house. And while the house may seem OTT, it's not actually all that unrealistic from what I've seen around.

I am unashamedly taking the idea of Blaine's father being a literature nerd from Truth, Love and Evolution, one of my all-time favourite stories (and I die waiting for updates, I really do). Partly because it's the best supportive!Dad I've seen for Blaine yet - mainly because I want to justify writing my dream house with a full-fledged library.

Also, I'm not good at describing colour schemes, design ideas and so on. I have my own ideas of what looks good, but I can't be sure that they actually do look good - I mean, I think the bedroom I'm currently writing from is gorgeous and I designed it myself, but that's just me. So basically, when I say a room is beautiful, just imagine how you'd design the house if you had all the money in the world to do so :)

Home

"Kurt, before we get there, I have to tell you something."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, pausing between radio stations. "As long as this isn't the part where I find out that your family are serial killers, I think it'll be fine."

Blaine chuckled. "No, nothing like that. It's more... well, to be blunt, we're rich."

"Really?" Kurt frowned, turning his attention to his boyfriend who was tapping his fingers absently on the steering wheel. "You never come off that way though. I mean, I knew you were well-off, but ... rich? Really?"

"Yeah. I try not to let it show though. I don't like it when my family's wealth defines me. I just thought I should warn you though because the house is pretty big."

Kurt chuckled. "I do attend Dalton, I know what it's like to have big showy... buildings..." He trailed off, trying desperately to stop his jaw from dropping. Blaine had just pulled into a long winding driveway with a complete mansion at the top. There were at least four stories to the Victorian style house, the gardens were immaculate and the whole place practically reeked of money. "So... what do your parents do again?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

Blaine chuckled. "Most of this is inherited. My Dad's a literature professor, but he also dabbles in law. Mom's a neurologist."

"Ah."

Blaine pulled the car to a stop and turned to Kurt, taking his hands. "Does it bother you?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Why would it bother me? It's a little overwhelming, but you're still you."

"Good." Blaine looked relieved, releasing his hands to get out of the car. Kurt followed suit, taking his hand again as they walked towards the house. "Anyway, my parents aren't snobs or anything."

"They're not going to have a problem with..."

"With us?" Blaine finished, Kurt nodding. "No, not at all. And they'll love you. After all, I do."

Kurt ducked his head to hide his blush. He still wasn't used to hearing the words, and they seemed to grow in meaning every time Blaine said them. Even though they hadn't kissed or anything yet - something the McKinley girls had been appalled to discover, Santana immediately recommending couples counseling - Kurt knew his and Blaine's relationship was something that not many people had nowadays. And he was willing to preserve that with everything he had.

Blaine pushed open the front door, gesturing for Kurt to enter. "So, welcome."

Kurt really couldn't stop his jaw from dropping this time. "Blaine..."

The house was amazing. Kurt immediately took note of the design schemes present and knew he had to interrogate Blaine's parents on who designed the interior - maybe once they were better acquainted, that was. The front foyer was classically tasteful with wooden floors and neutral tones. Kurt slipped his shoes off, peering into the adjacent room as Blaine put them into a small cupboard for him.

"Come on, I'll show you around." Blaine took his hand and led him into the next room. "This is the entertaining room. Usually where we sit when David's family come over and we have to play polite before we can escape to the music room."

Kurt chuckled, remembering the sob stories David and Blaine occasionally shared of their family's strange connections, before his mind caught up. "Wait. You have a music room?"

Blaine nodded, squeezing his hand lightly. "We'll get to that, I promise." He led Kurt through the entertaining room - tasteful decorations, but with a very formal air to it. Kurt was already worried about how well he would relax in a place like this when Blaine opened the next door. "Family room."

Kurt sighed happily as he spun in a circle, taking in the room. This was exactly how he wanted his house - or large apartment - to look when he was older. Decorated, yes, and beautiful. But clearly lived in and loved. "It's gorgeous."

"I thought you'd like it." Blaine was looking significantly more relaxed. Kurt took in the room for a few more minutes, committing a few ideas to memory for possible design schemes to experiment with, before Blaine gestured to another door. "It's just the kitchen through there, and the dining room. You'll see them tonight. Oh, and the laundry room, but I don't think you need to see that."

Kurt shook his head, and Blaine took him through a different door into a hallway. He kept up a running commentary as they walked. "Guest room there, guest bathroom, Dad's office, second guest room..."

"How many floors are there?" Kurt asked as they climbed the first flight of stairs.

"Three, and then the attic. I'm the only one that goes up there anymore though. Second floor holds all of our purpose rooms, then bedrooms on the third," Blaine rattled off. "There's another two guest bedrooms up there as well, usually where any of the Warblers crash if I invite them over."

They stopped at the first door on the second floor - there were only three for some reason. "First up, the theatre room." Blaine gave an oddly wicked smirk before opening the door and stepping in. "So this is where the Warblers usually like to hang out for obvious reasons. We always end up having our breakup parties here and - Kurt?"

Kurt knew he looked like an idiot, but he couldn't stop himself from gaping. "How - how many does this seat?"

"Sixteen?" Blaine took his hand, pulling him over to one of the leather couches. "Sit. You look like you're going to fall over."

Kurt sunk into the couch, sighing happily. "Can I live here?"

"I'd love that." Blaine raised an eyebrow suggestively and Kurt felt himself beginning to blush. Ducking his head, he quickly stood and glanced over at the plasma screen embedded in the wall. I never dreamt Blaine would have a house like this...

"Ready to keep moving? We can come and watch a movie here after dinner if you want."

Kurt nodded, turning to follow Blaine out of the room and down to the next door on this side. "You'll love this one."

Kurt knew what to expect before he entered, but the sight was still breathtaking. Sheet music, songbooks, various instruments and everything else a musician needed was all contained in this one room. Kurt walked over to the piano resting regally in the middle of the room, sitting down on the bench and lifting the lid. "It's beautiful," he murmured softly.

Blaine sat next to him, pressing their legs together lightly. "You should hear my mom play. That's beautiful."

Kurt allowed his fingers to dance along the keys lightly before he closed the lid again. Spinning on the bench, he took in the rest of the room, allowing his mind to drift away and think of Blaine spending his time in here, playing the instruments. "No wonder you're good at everything." Blaine blushed slightly, standing. Kurt grinned at him as he took the hand offered to him. "I've never made you blush before, Blaine Warbler."

"Don't get used to it," Blaine muttered, elbowing him playfully as they left the room. "Now, I told you my dad teaches literature. This next room is entirely his fault, but that's not to say I don't love it either."

Kurt frowned. "Huh?"

Blaine pushed the door on the other side of the hall lightly. "Library."

I really need to get control over my jaw, Kurt thought belatedly as he entered the cavernous room. But really, it was understandable, because there were shelves upon shelves of books, more than Kurt had ever imagined one house could contain. "This manages to put the Dalton library to shame, Blaine."

"It's definitely something, isn't it?" Blaine was smiling fondly at all the shelves. "I'm not a huge reader like Dad, but I find myself in here quite a bit too. And he has all of the books we need for school, so that's a plus."

Kurt ran his fingers lightly over the spines of a few books. He wasn't a huge reader either, but there was still something quite beautiful about the sight in front of him. "I'll have to borrow some from you some time."

"Please do." Blaine took his hand again and led him out of the room. "So now we've just got my room to go."

There was something about climbing the staircase and knowing he was about to walk into his boyfriend's room that sent a shiver down Kurt's spine. Perhaps it's the fact that his parents aren't home and we could do whatever we wanted... not that we would... just the fact that we could... And then he realized they were standing outside a doorway, Blaine glancing at him. Kurt smiled, shaking his head at his curious glance. Blaine simply shrugged, still smiling, and turned to the door.

"Welcome to my abode." Blaine opened the door with a flourish, gesturing for Kurt to enter. As Kurt walked in, he couldn't help but smile because it was just so Blaine. Musical instruments littered the room as well as multiple notebooks for songwriting. A giant corkboard was above the bed, plastered with photos of the Warblers, Blaine with various people, and Blaine and Kurt. Kurt grimaced as he saw a particularly bad photo of himself before glancing towards a window seat where Blaine had settled himself. "Join me?"

Kurt crossed the room, sitting on the other end of the seat and crossing his legs, resting his knees against Blaine's. "I love it."

"I'm glad." Blaine watched him for a few seconds, smiling softly, before glancing out the window. "This is where I come to write and think. And talk to you on the phone, of course."

Kurt reached out to take his hands, taking advantage of Blaine's distraction to stare at his boyfriend properly. There was something about seeing Blaine in his natural environment that tugged at Kurt's heart in a really good way. He could imagine Blaine sitting here, a guitar in his hands, the sun glowing softly on his face as he sang...

"Kurt?"

Kurt blinked a couple of times, realizing Blaine was staring at him. "I'm here," he managed.

Blaine laughed, squeezing his hands lightly. "I'm glad you are. I want you to feel welcome in my home as much as I feel welcome in yours."

"Well I haven't met your parents yet -"

"And they'll love you, like I said." Blaine was still smiling at him and Kurt was trying to decipher it. There was something more to it than usual - of course there was always something extra when Blaine smiled at him than when he smiled at others, but right now there was something else that Kurt couldn't quite grasp.

Blaine stood, releasing his hands and walked across his room before standing on his bed. Kurt watched as he pulled a photo off the corkboard, one that was resting right in the bottom corner. "I've been wanting to show you this."

"Yeah?" Blaine sat back down and passed over the photo. Kurt glanced at it nonchalantly before doing a double take. "What... when?"

"Last week. Remember, we were lying out there after Chemistry and thought we were alone?"

Kurt nodded absently, still staring at the picture. He and Blaine were sitting on the grass out the front of Dalton, facing towards each other with their hands loosely twined between them. Blaine had pressed their foreheads together and both boys were laughing - Kurt smiled as he remembered the carefree conversation they had been having. For someone who had never liked a photo he was in, Kurt could hardly believe it was him. "We look so... happy."

Blaine nodded, taking his hand again. "I know. It amazed me when I first saw it, but then I had to wonder why."

Kurt frowned, looking up at him. "Why?"

"Well, why should that surprise me when I know you make me that happy?"

Kurt wasn't sure how much more his heart could take, but he was certainly willing to try. "You - so do you," he replied, almost breathlessly. He knew it wasn't particularly eloquent, but Blaine had the ability to do something that almost nobody else in the world could do - take his words away. And now Blaine was giving him that smile again, and it was if someone had switched a light on in Kurt's head. "You can, you know?" he whispered before he could stop himself.

Hold on, do you really want this?

Blaine's eyes widened slightly, but his smile only grew bigger and Kurt knew.

Yes. You do.

And then Blaine was leaning towards him, with only a moment of hesitation before he gently pressed their lips together. Kurt's eyes flickered shut, trying to deal with the overwhelming emotions and the fact that he was kissing Blaine right now, before he slowly began to kiss him back. His free hand rose to touch Blaine's face, pressing slightly harder as their kiss grew deeper. For his first proper kiss, Kurt would have been worried that they were moving too fast, but he knew he had nothing to fear. It was Blaine, after all.

Kurt was fairly sure they could have stayed there for most of the afternoon, just kissing and kissing, until a light cough came from the doorway. Blaine broke away instantly, turning towards the door looking slightly horrified. "Dad!"

Kurt groaned, burying his head in his hands. Great, your first impression from your boyfriend's father is that you're physically involved with his son...

"Kurt?"

Blaine's hands were lightly tugging at his, pulling them away from his face. Kurt looked up, glancing over at the door to see Blaine's father had left. "Does he think I'm some kind of... of scarlet woman or something now?"

"Kurt, you're a guy. I don't think so. I think he sees you as his son's boyfriend who his son is rather in love with."

"So.. so he doesn't hate me?"

Blaine sighed, shaking his head, but he was inexplicably grinning. "Again, I don't think so. Especially since he mouthed to me 'Dinner's in fifteen,' and gave me the thumbs up before leaving."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "Really?"

"Really." Blaine leant in to kiss him again, Kurt feeling himself melting against Blaine's lips. Blaine pulled away slightly, looking disappointed. "I guess we'd better go downstairs so I can introduce you to Mom."Kurt frowned, but allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Just as they were about to leave the room - Kurt would never admit it, but his heart was racing - Blaine paused and turned to him. "And after dinner, you and I can go exploring in some of the large empty rooms."

And suddenly, the prospect of spending the entire evening at Blaine's house didn't seem quite so daunting after all.

This is totally one of my favourites, especially since I'm not used to writing Blaine's father as being supportive.

MusicalEscape:

...Meanwhile, down in the Warblers' meeting room:

"Thad, quick! The laptop!"

"Where did you put the camera this time, Jeff?"

"You know that place on the ceiling where instead of a tile, they have a panel for a lightbulb? There."

"But- the lightbulb?"

"Small contained fire using Blaine's gel and some old sticks."

"HOW does it turn off?"

"Honestly, I don't know..."