Blaine's house was quite huge and grand. No, that was an understatement. Blaine's house was a kind of house that would be mistaken for the castles carved out of dreams. Kurt's mouth was wide open, trying to catch words but managed to catch flies. The whole village was an embodiment of serenity, peace, and nature. A cool breeze rustled against Kurt's skin, sending chills down his spine. He was pretty sure that the Anderson family was one of the richest families in the county. The steep slope leading to the front door, the freshly mowed grass covering the steep, freezing cold water gushing from the fountains, the splendid sight of greenery and recreation parks around the house, the minute carvings of the front door and the whole building: those made Blaine's house thousand times better than Kurt's.

Blaine clasped Kurt's hand before pressing the doorbell, " Boyfriends remember?"

Kurt nodded, rolling his eyes, waiting for the door to open.

" Hey, Blainey! How are you? Good to see you."

Blaine had to leave Kurt's hand as his sister Hannah threw herself on Blaine, squeezing every drop of juice out of him. A little boy came running behind his mom.

Blaine raised him and made him sit on his forearm, " Did you miss your uncle, Andy huh?" and he blew raspberries on his little tummy.

Kurt couldn't keep his uninterested face for a long minute. He grinned and started to lick every single drop of the essence surrounding him.

Kurt's hand was hit by Hannah's hand, waiting for him to return his gesture.

" And ...this is my boy- boyfriend, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt's eyelashes fluttered, returning the gesture. He could see that the idea of Blaine being gay was not quite welcoming. Hannah found it quite difficult to accept his gesture, but she managed to. She lead their way to Blaine's mom, who was sleeping from all the exhaustion her old age could give her. Kurt could see the source of Blaine being quite handsome. Blaine tapped his mom's shoulder, trying to wake her up for the announcement.

"Uh...Hannah, I am slee- Oh Blainey! My lovely boy!"

She titled herself with difficulty on the bed and opened her arms for Blaine. Blaine slipped into her arms, embracing and intaking his mom's fragrance. She eyed Kurt, who was standing behind giving a pleasant nod.

"Who is this Blainey?"

" Umm...this is my boyfriend, Kurt." The whole idea of Blaine uttering "boyfriend" was foreign to her. Mom flexed her fingers, nodding at Kurt to come for a hug and he went near.

"I guess I am not a fan of you being Blainey's boyfriend, but I wouldn't be hating you."

Kurt could still hear the sleep rasp in her voice. Kurt nodded back pleasantly. not uttering a word. Kurt wouldn't be revealing he was British if he kept gesturing and spoke nothing.

His mom mumbled something into Blaine's ear and left a small kiss on his cheek. Blaine stepped back, smiling and holding Kurt's hand. Blaine pulled Kurt's hand and started walking, dragging Kurt along with him. The interior design and arts on the walls were mesmerizing, but all Kurt could focus on was the way Blaine was holding his hand.

The warm touch shot down his spine. His heartbeat was thumping so rhythmically with his dragged feet. His feet didn't want to stop walking with Blaine until Blaine broke the contact, stopping at a point. They were standing in a park, maybe the backyard. A giant figure was sitting on the bench, hiding among the newspapers. Blaine cleared his throat and the other pair of hazel eyes looked up.

"Hello, dad." Blaine was speaking seemingly sophisticated and elegant then.

The stare of his dad could shoot him dead on spot with no sweat. His dad didn't move. He tried to bury himself again into the paper but he couldn't get over the fact that he was watched by two other pairs of eyes: One with the familiar hazel eyes and the other with unfamiliar glasz eyes with chameleon-like nature.

Blaine cleared his throat to introduce his "boyfriend." Kurt could feel the tension and heat soaring in the air. That was not clearly a gay-friendly environment.

"Nice to meet you, Blaine, and you," he pointed towards Kurt, " Enjoy the stay here." Blaine's eyelashes fluttered gesturing a thank you and both of them moved to their guest room.

They were scheduled with so many things so they had no time to talk about each other. They had lunch with his mom, sister and nephew. Blaine's house might be better than Kurt's, but Kurt's home is totally awesome when compared to Blaine's.

Kurt's brain was getting fried in deep silence. He had always been silent, but the huge house was sending him vibes of a taunting experience. The inmates were so interested in Blaine than Kurt and that was a perfect excuse for Kurt to get out his portable sewing machine and work on his task with the things he bought with the spare money he had.

The evening went with Hannah and Blaine giving Kurt a white house tour to their house. Kurt was astonished by the way the house was built with elegance, chic and eye-catching spell. Hannah was quite interested in this new boy. Sure, Blaine had brought a boy before but that was the last time he came into her sight.

"So, I don't think you are American, are you?"

"Oh no. I am Bri'ish. I moved to New York for my higher studies."

Hannah's dislike level of Kurt kept dropping down every minute she saw her. He was pleasant, soft-spoken, and a choice that was chance-worth.

"Hmm. Alright. How do we know Blaine?"

Blaine's chest raised and fell rapidly, sensing tension in the air.

"Through dating app. We found each other on Tinder and we went on a date. Here we are now!"

Blaine's mind was bugging him with the guilt of bringing someone like Kurt to play his boyfriend but boy he was wrong. Kurt was perfect for this. Blaine pressed his elbow and supported his head, hearing every single word that was spilt from Kurt's precious mouth. Blaine couldn't take his eyes from the beautiful sight of his sister trying to crack her shell and connect with Kurt. He had powers, no doubt.


The dinner went half silent with his dad not joining the family gala. Kurt left Blaine to do his usual skin routine. He locked himself inside to carry out his sacred ritual in the sanctum. It took nearly an hour to squeeze the tubes, rub his unblemished face, give a self facial massage and wash him in the white porcelain basin.

Blaine walked in to change into his night suit when he heard the vandalous door banging from the bathroom. Somebody was missing. Who was it? Oh, shit Kurt!

Blaine facepalmed and rushed to the door. He tried removing the door lock but Kurt's bang found its way to getting on Blaine's nerves. Blaine managed to remove it and the next thing he found was Kurt tripping out of the bathroom and almost falling to the floor. Blaine's instinct held Kurt's hand firmly. That was a spark moment for Blaine. His soft skin touched Blaine's heart and his soul.

It didn't hit him that he had to deal with Kurt's furious self. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BLAINE? ARE YOU A CHILD?"

Kurt was getting on his nerves less frequently but when he got, he got. Blaine pressed his fingertips to calm himself down.

"Kurt, do you think I did this?"

Kurt gave a "duh" face. Blaine leant towards Kurt's ears whispering softly.

"Kurt, we are in my house, remember? We have to behave ourselves. Stop being uptight and bossy."

Blaine didn't understand Kurt's defensive mechanism for his heart. Kurt wasn't in his Kurt self. The boyfriend act he was doing was the closer version of Kurt and Blaine was oblivious to that. Kurt nodded and rolled his eyes as he crashed heavily on the couch with his legs crossed. He took his previous beading work into his hand when Blaine's voice ringed.

"I think it was Andrew, you know my nephew."

Kurt's pupils dilated in realization and embarrassment that he had been mistaken. He wasted his energy, shouting at an innocent insect. Kurt instantaneously clasped his hand and turned on the apologizing mode.

"Please tell me you are not angry...please! I am so sorry."

Blaine chuckled a bit, showing his pearl set for a few seconds and nodded, " apologises accepted."

Kurt sighed in relief. Blaine was not ready to let his hand go but he left. His contact shifted to the beadworks on the cloth he was working on.

"I am strangely interested in your work. Would you like to talk about it?"

Blaine could see the time of yellow striking Kurt's eyeballs that could tell it was the first time somebody asked him about his fashion designs. Kurt's mind bubbled with happiness and he started to explain everything in a professional and detailed manner.

Blaine lent half- an ear to his lecture. All Blaine could focus on was figuring out the colour of his eyes, the sharpness of his nose and how almost perfect he subsisted.

Their bedtime dinged their eyes when they started to yawn. They didn't realize they were to sleep on the same bed and Blaine was expecting a bigger volcano to burst. Surprisingly, Kurt took the couch as he was sick of bed and on top of that, the couch was the only time that gave him a homely vibe. Blaine pretended to look away from Kurt.

It didn't take so much time for Kurt to fall into the hands of sleep, getting cradled and rocked. Blaine titled his has to make sure Kurt was asleep. He pulled his pillow to the foot of the bed and laid flat on his stomach, getting a perfect view of the boy on the couch.

He was cuddling with the pillow, placed comfortably like a porcelain statue. His face showed all 50 shades of grey in the raising moonlight light hitting his unblemished skin. That was a treat to his eyes.


The next day started with a friendly breakfast. Kurt seemed to have impressed his mom too. He truly had some charm dust within him.

The locality was small and so they agreed on a friends' walk around the village. The Andersons were so famous that almost everybody knew Blaine got married. Kurt was used to the stares the village was shooting at them. Blaine was not used to these conservative people's minds. Kurt patted his shoulder and squeezed his hand with the promise that it would get better. He promised himself to help Blaine.

Blaine was enthusiastically tour guiding Kurt until he stood at a place in a frozen stare. Kurt stared at him in confusion trying to get some reason from Blaine. Blaine wished not to come back to the church but his fate caught him. Kurt shook him violently to come back to reality and Blaine sprinted as far as he could. He was able to stop himself only before a baking good shop.

"Why did you run like that mate?" asked Kurt as bent to the panting Blaine. Blaine didn't tell yet that he was a divorcee. He didn't want to pop open the bottle then.

"Nothing, ju-just decent bagels." Kurt has never seen Blaine acting that weird. They stopped at a shop to have something and to take a break.

That night was the first time Blaine's dad joined them for the dinner. Kurt pretending to be his boyfriend was becoming easier and easier every day. His das couldn't resist but like Kurt and re-evaluating the choice of Blaine being a gay. Kurt patiently answered all the questions his dad asked, just as they rehearsed. Their plan of baiting the biggest fish was almost a success.

That night the Anderson family gathered around a bonfire in their backyard with the servants and some of their neighbours. Blaine was loved dearly by them and his singing was the biggest blessing for them. Most of the strangers took Kurt just as Blaine's friend, which was complete truth or was it?

At his audience's request, he sat up with his guitar in the centre to belt out his song. Blaine cleared his throat, feeling the same cool breeze he was accustomed to a year ago.

"This song is one of my very beloved songs by Paul McCartney. I owe this song to a person to whom I owe so many other things." The crowd except for Kurt were so oblivious. They could only think of Jane, his "wife".

Last Night You Helped Me Through,

Took Me To The Lovers Zone.

I Saw There, Images

Projected On A Wall Of Stone.

I Stood Inside Egyptian Temples,

I Looked Into Eternal Gardens,

Lay On The Shores Of Distant Islands,

Listening To The Sea Birds Song Of Joy.

The singing was so surreal that half of them relaxed and leant back on the lawn for a full lullaby experience. But one reaction was completely different from the others. Kurt was frozen like a toy put in a cryogenic tank. He used to listen to Blaine and be his secret admirer in the comfort of his apartment but thinking of what Blaine was trying to do was driving him nuts with fear.

Oh - I Owe It All To You,

You Make Me Happy,

Oh - I Owe It All To You.

These three words were not enough for Blaine to express his exact feeling. He owed so much to the adorable, annoying London boy. Watching the boy smile and laugh, his unblemished alabaster skin shining in the golden flower and his own existence were giving Blaine an unexplainable comfort and happiness that he lost years ago.

Late Last Night, We Were Right

Into Some Exotic Scene.

Everywhere, Images

Appearing On A Giant Screen.

I Stood Inside A Glass Cathedral,

I Looked Into The Golden Canyon,

Lay By The Lakes Of Holy Water

Glistening Like A Diamond In The Light.

Blaine could just keep singing to Kurt and watching his baby blue shaded eyes glistened with admiration from Blaine's side and getting haunted from Kurt's side. Kurt wanted to leave the spot and hide in the tree to cry. Life is easy sometimes when there is nobody to judge you for your every single act.

Oh - I Owe It All To You,

You Make Me Happy,

Oh - I Owe It All To You.

Blaine licked the last line to perfection just like smooth velvet. Applause thundered tearing the clouds down.

"Wow! That's the old Blaine we were missing!" said a neighbour.

"Honestly, why is he not on TV shows like American Idol or America's got talent?" erupted another.

" That was lovely. Your wife is one lucky-"

Blaine put the lady on hold as he had an important announcement to make.

"I didn't sing for her"

"WHAT?" The crowd chorused in unison.

"Yeah. I sang this for my significant person sitting in this crowd. "

The crowd sat up with a myriad of expressions that honestly scared the hell out of him. Blaine got up gently and walked toward Kurt. He bent down and pulled his unblemished alabaster skinned hand. Kurt jogged into the middle with Blaine's force and his smile was not so strong. Blaine leant and gave a kiss on Kurt's forehead passionately, squeezing his soft hands. Kurt and Blaine felt an inexplicable amount of serotonin oozing in their blood.

Kurt stood confused and Blaine looked blushed. It took the crowd some time to grasp the intensity of the situation.

"This is Kurt Hummel, my boyfriend. He is the love of life and nothing's gonna change that. Being gay doesn't change my personality. I am still the Blaine Anderson you knew and loved before. So I hope you accept my decision."

Gossips started like a rapid-fire with their conspiracy theories and questions about his missing wedding band and throwing shades on the innocent boy beside Blaine.

Blaine turned on his heels and dragged Kurt away with him into the building just in the hope to escape from the crude comments that could fall on him. He could bear comments on himself, but not on Kurt.

This was a whole roller-coaster ride for Kurt. Life was just getting interesting.


Author's note:

Whoa! back with another chapter. Song used is "I owe to you" by Paul Mc Cartney. Blaine started to show his signs people.Kurt will too.

Today is a special day. Guess what? It's Kurt Hummel's birthday. He's 29 now. Big boy , huh? And a very blessed birthday to Chris colfer too!! He is 32. We literally had a blessing of watch him blossom before our eyes. They are my comfort. people. Love you guys.

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