MeeplesForTheWin: I was thinking Kurt could be struggling with how to organize the funeral and memories of his mother and feeling sorry for Sue Sylvester and such. And he complains (or just talks) to Blaine about it and he starts crying or something and then Blaine kisses him because he's so precious and vulnerable. :D

He really is precious... and it's weird saying that about someone who's three years older than me, but he is! And if I ever met him, I would hug him like crazy.

I'm of the opinion that Dalton has a coffee shop. The one where Wes, David and Blaine first spoke to Kurt. That's just me, and I use it that way :)

TGTDOSBDK.

Memories

Blaine took another sip of his coffee and frowned. "Kurt?"

Kurt looked up from where he was stirring his coffee idly. "Huh?"

"Come with me." Blaine stood, tugging on Kurt's arm who looked confused. He led his boyfriend out of the Dalton coffee shop and up to his dorm room. Kurt stayed silent the whole time, a clear indication that something was wrong - usually Kurt would be worrying about getting caught in Blaine's room. Not that this was something they did often and they never did anything when they were up there, but it was technically against the rules now that Kurt wasn't a student.

Kurt followed him into his room, but instead of sitting on the bed, Blaine tugged him to the floor. They sat cross-legged facing each other, and Blaine took both of his hands. "Now, tell me what's wrong?"

"It's just the funeral." Kurt ducked his head and Blaine murmured quietly. He knew Kurt had taken most of the funeral preparations into his own hands, and the rest of the club had accepted that because of his parent's wedding. But nobody seemed to be considering how well Kurt would be handling things - not just the workload, but the fact that he had his own mother's funeral memories that he was working though.

"I just don't know how to do it properly. I mean, I've got the main idea in mind but it's in two days and everybody else is focused on Nationals and dealing with Jesse and -" Kurt stuttered to a stop. "I guess it's just too much," he murmured a few seconds later.

Blaine frowned. He knew Kurt wasn't opening up completely, but knew he had to take what he could get until he did. "Finn's helping you, isn't he?"

"He is, but he's been more worried about Quinn and Rachel, as usual." Kurt sighed lightly. "And we're doing a Willy Wonka themed funeral, Blaine. Do you know how hard it is to get that kind of thing organized on short notice? And I was calling party shops talking about funeral arrangements, that's just awkward after awhile."

Blaine nodded, running his thumbs over Kurt's hands. "I mean, I know I'll get it done. It'll all be fine, it'll be just like the wedding and we'll hopefully help Coach Sylvester remember Jean in the right way." Kurt's face closed off and he looked down again. Blaine stayed silent, waiting.

"I guess nobody's really thought about... what a funeral means to me."

There it was. "I have," Blaine said quietly. "I just didn't want to put any pressure on you in case you didn't want to talk about it. I hoped you'd come to me eventually."

And now, for some reason, Kurt was looking ashamed. "I - I didn't want to burden you -"

"Hey. No way." Blaine tightened his hold on his boyfriend's hands. "I'm here for you, always. Talk to me?"

Kurt looked up into his eyes which were beginning to water slightly. "I just keep seeing hers," he whispered. "People seem to think I don't remember it, but I was eight and she was my mom. Of course I do."

Blaine nodded, still staring into Kurt's eyes and holding the contact, no matter how heartbreaking it was to watch his boyfriend tearing up like this. "It's not like I don't think about her every day already... but thinking about death always brings it back. The fact that you'll never see the person again, you'll never have another day with them by your side -" Kurt broke off, his words failing him. And even though Blaine had never lost anybody and could never truly understand the feeling, he knew.

He raised his hand, catching the first tear that fell down Kurt's cheek and wiping it away. Kurt let out a sigh that seemed to come from deep within, closing the gap between them to rest his forehead against Blaine's shoulder. Blaine stroked his hair soothingly, smiling softly despite everything at the fact that he and Kurt were comfortable enough together that Kurt would show his emotions in this way and rely on him. "I'm sorry, Kurt."

Blaine really didn't know what to say, especially since knew there wasn't anything that could be said to make things better. Kurt pulled away and Blaine quietly wiped the rest of the tears from his face. "It's okay. I'll be okay."

"You always are," Blaine agreed, smiling. Kurt gave him a tearful smile in return. "But you've got me to be okay with now."

And as stupid as it sounded, it seemed to work. Kurt's smile grew just that little bit more sincere. "I do," he said.

And of course, then it was only natural for Blaine to kiss him. So he did.

It was only when Kurt had pulled away softly, letting his hand fall from Blaine's cheek - and Blaine couldn't for the life of him remember when it had gotten there - that he wondered whether it had been the right time. After all, they had just been talking about funerals and Kurt's dead mother...

And then Kurt was staring at him with that beautiful smile, his eyes glowing with emotion, and Blaine couldn't bring himself to second-guess his actions any more. At the very least, Kurt knew, without a doubt, that he was loved and someone had his back. And Blaine would continue to be there for Kurt for as long as he could.

There was really no natural progression after this. Short one! Plus, I'm totally writing Kurt's piece from experience and there's nothing you can say.

MusicalEscape:

*sneaks away as Klaine continues making out*

*sets up video camera, films*

"Kurt...DAD?"

"Hello!"

"What are you doing?" *slightly panicked*

"Getting some blackmail material. Now, would you rather this up on Youtube, or get rid of your gel?"

"Gel."

"Kurt, you're a traitor."