After the song finished playing, the three of them sat there for a few minutes, lost in thought.
"She looks like my mom," Kurt said. "And you look like my dad. All of this is so confusing, and I don't know if I should call you Burt or Dad or Mr. Hummel or what. Seeing her on that, whatever it is, made me hope that I did the right thing by drinking that liquid and coming here. And as quickly as that thought entered my head, a sense of peace washed over me, almost like my mother—whichever version—was caressing my soul and telling me it was okay. I know magic is real in my world, and so many things can be explained away by magic. This world… It doesn't seem like you have magic here, or at least not the same kind."
Burt walked over to the loveseat where Kurt and Blaine were sitting and crouched down in front of Kurt, his knees cracking some at the movement. "I cannot imagine how confusing this all must be. If you want to go home, I'll do everything I can to find a way to make that happen. If you want to stay here, I'll teach you everything I can. And none of that has to be decided right now. You've been through so much in the last two days, Kurt. Coming here. Meeting Blaine. Meeting me. It would be a lot for anyone. And as far as what to call me? You can call me anything you're comfortable with. Family isn't only who we are born into. Sometimes, it's who we choose."
"Burt's right," Blaine said, feeling compelled to add his thoughts into the mix. "I don't have any biological family left, not really. My parents… The reason we moved to Michigan was because my extended family back in Ohio—that's another state here, sort of like a province of the country—they didn't agree with the fact that I'm gay, that I like other boys. They all thought I was going to hell and was an abomination. So, my parents and I left and moved here. They didn't want me around that negativity and toxicity. The people of this town became my family, even more so after my parents passed away."
Kurt took a breath. "I don't want to go home. I feel in my soul this is where I'm supposed to be. I was meant to be here with you two. And… Maybe the three of us could be a family?"
"I'd love that," Burt said with a beaming smile.
"Me, too," Blaine added.
"I am not as young as I once was, and this is killing my knees." Burt chucked and stood up, his knees cracking once again. "It's late, and I'm beat. You two ready for bed?"
"Blaine? Do you think it would be okay if…" He stopped his train of thought. He wasn't sure what expectations were in this world. Was it proper for two people to sleep in the same bed if they weren't married? It didn't seem to bother Blaine at all last night, though Kurt had been through a lot and maybe he was just being kind.
"I don't have a problem with it," Blaine said and then looked at Burt. It was his house after all, and even though they were all adults, he didn't want to do anything to upset the man he looked up to. "Last night, Kurt and I shared my bed for sleep." He slightly emphasized the word "sleep" so Burt wouldn't—even though he figured he wouldn't—get any wrong ideas.
Burt smiled. "That won't be a problem at all. Blaine, you've got some clothes here still, and Kurt, I'll get you some sleep clothes of mine if you'd like."
"I brought my pack with me, and I have some sleep clothes in it," Kurt answered, relieved he would be able to fall asleep once again in the safety of Blaine's strong arms.
Burt went around the house, shutting off lights and making sure the fire had enough wood in it for the night. Once that was done, the three of them went upstairs, Burt turning left and the other two turning right at the top.
Kurt was in awe of the room when they entered it. Just to the left of the open door was a large, plush-looking bed with tan blankets and more pillows than Kurt could imagine ever using. The hardwood floor was covered with a soft rug under and around the bed, looking almost soft enough to actually sleep on. To the right, there was a huge stone fireplace with a small fire already going in it. Kurt wondered when it got lit, though he wasn't going to dwell too much on those kinds of details. Through a sliding door next to the fireplace looked to be a bathroom, complete with a large bathtub.
"As much as I'd love to soak in that tub in there, I don't think I have the willpower to stay awake that long," Kurt joked.
"You can go in there and get changed, and I'll change out here," Blaine said, agreeing wholeheartedly with Kurt. "Then, we can rest and start fresh tomorrow."
The men got ready for bed and met back beside the bed. Blaine had already turned down the blankets and placed the pillows so they were only using two of them.
"The rest of the pillows are really just for decoration, though sometimes I sleep with the long one to cuddle with," Blaine admitted.
Kurt nodded his head, knowing just from the previous night that the other man liked to cuddle. They crawled into the bed, and almost immediately, Blaine was spooned in behind Kurt.
"Sleep well, Kurt," he whispered and closed his eyes, a slowed down version of a song his parents loved playing in his mind that he began to hum.
I was sleeping
And right in the middle of a good dream
Like all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane
I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread
"I think I love you!"
(I think I love you)
Do you think you love me?
I think I love you...
"I think I love you…" Blaine whispered before sleep took him.
"I think I love you, too," Kurt whispered back and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
A/N: The song is "I Think I Love You" by David Cassidy.