A/N: I am so sorry for the delay. I'd love to hear your opinions.
Paul really wanted to rebuild his relationship with Blaine. He wanted to show his son that he truly cared about him, but Blaine still seemed distant and reserved. Paul didn't know what to talk with him about. The true was that Paul was aware of the fact that he didn't know his son anymore. Because of his ignorance he was where he was now. Even though Paul wasn't very busy these days, and he didn't have much paperwork to do, he preferred to stay locked in his office, surrounded by his books than to face his son. He was afraid of screwing up again. He had made enough mistakes in his life and he didn't want to keep making them.
He sighed as he put another book on the bookshelf next to the others. Then he sat back down on the desk chair and ran his hand though his graying hair. He wanted to make it work so badly. Blaine deserved a good father and Paul had been pretty shity at raising his kids so far. Well, Cooper and Blaine were good people, but it wasn't thanks to his parenting skills. But God, Blaine was about to become a father himself. And he was only sixteen years old.
Paul wanted a bright future for his youngest son. Full of happiness and challenges. That's why he wanted Blaine to give the baby up for adoption. Paul knew it would be difficult and painful for everyone, but it was something that they needed to do in order to make Blaine's life easier.
And then there was a boy named Sebastian Smythe also known as Blaine's ex-boyfriend and the other father of Blaine's child. Paul was planning to pay him and his parents a visit in nearest future. He really wasn't looking forward to it, but it had to be done. The boy needed to be yelled at properly and Paul was more than willing to do this.
Paul was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't even notice that a taxi cab stopped in front of his house. He didn't hear neither the sound of the door being opened nor the soft footsteps.
But he did hear knocking. For a moment he thought that it was Blaine, but when the door finally swung open Paul found there his amazing wife. Monic looked beautiful, as always. Her long dark curls were falling on her shoulders, and she had just enough make-up on her face to make her hazel eyes pop out, she was dressed in elegant navy dress and there was a small, heart-shaped necklet from her mother.
Even though she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world to Paul, this time something seemed off. She looked somehow older, tired of life and all problems that she had to face every day. Monic smiled weakly at her husband and sat heavily on the armchair. "How are you, darling?" Paul asked softly, "You look tired. Maybe you should take a nap to regain some energy? I can even cook something for you tonight."
"Honey, I really appreciate your good intentions, but please, stay away from the kitchen." She said jokingly. "I'm fine, just tired. I had a lot of fun with the girls and I even managed to spend some time with Cooper. It was lovely."
Paul smiled. "We have to talk about something." He said not wanting to keep something so big from her any longer. She entwined her hands together in her lap and nodded prompting the blue-eyed man to continue. "It's about Blaine."
Something in her face changed. She sat up upright and crossed her legs. "I think I know what you're about to tell me." Monic said smiling sadly. In that moment Paul realized that she knew. "Cooper is really worried about Blaine. He told me everything, about his pregnancy."
"Did you know that Blaine had a boyfriend?" Monic's lips were pressed in tight line as she nodded her head sadly. "Well, they are broken up now. Blaine's home and the pregnancy is not the only thing that we have to discuss." Monic raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow. "About a week ago I got a call from Dalton. The headmaster claimed that Blaine was in big trouble, but he wouldn't tell anything via the phone. So I went to Dalton and as I turned out he knew everything, and he didn't want his other students to follow his example or something like that...I don't know what was his point really, but he said that Blaine can't keep going there anymore."
"So Blaine's expelled?" Paul nodded his head. "My poor boy."
"We don't even know what's happening with our son anymore. Or at least I don't" Monic smiled sadly at her husband as she stood up and walked over to him. She rubbed his cheek with her thumb sitting on his desk.
"Does Blaine know that you're trying to be a better father to him?" Paul nodded his head. "Good. He will come around eventually. You'll see. Now...about the school. What do you suggest?"
Paul shrugged. "I am not sure what to do here. We have to find a school that is willing to accept a student in the middle of school year. He can stay home until Christmas, but then..."
"But he can be home schooled, can't he? Wouldn't it be better in Blaine's situation?" Monic asked. "You remember what happened the last time he was in the public school. I really don't want him to get hurt. Especially not now." Monic smoothed the soft material of her dress with her fingers and looked back down at her husband. "Although I don't want him to spend that much time alone, at home. We are really busy people and he needs to go out to people."
Paul nodded his head. "And we have to take into consideration that private tutor is going to cost a hell lot of money and we can't let ourselves spend so much money." Monic raised her eyebrow, obviously not understanding what her husband was talking about. They weren't horribly rich, but not poor either. Paul looked down at his hands in shame. ''Well, a few days ago I found out that most of my clients knew about Blaine's situation and they weren't happy about it. I lost about a half of them because of that." Monic's eyes widened and she opened her mouth, as to say something, but Paul wasn't finished yet. "I really don't know what it has to do with anything, but apparently my son's personal life matters to them enough to assume that Blaine's pregnancy can take a toll on the quality of my work. It's ridicules." He sighed. "And that means less money that leads to smaller salary for my employees and for me."
Monic put her hand on her husband's shoulder and rubbed it soothingly. "It's okay, honey. But how would they know?"
"These people are really rich, Monic. What is the best high school for boys in the area?" Monic breathed heavily as she figured out what Paul meant. "Exactly. Apparently the whole school and town know why Blaine is no longer student at Dalton."
"God, now we have to tell Blaine that he has to return to the public school." Monic said sadly. "I don't really like this idea. Are you sure that there is no way that we can maybe find some money for that?"
"Not now." Paul said. "In a few months, when this is necessary, but not now." He looked deeply into his wife's taking her soft hand. "I can tell him, if you want me to."
She shook her head. "No, let me do this." She said squeezing Paul's hand.
Blaine woke up to the touch of fingertips on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled sleepily as he saw his mother and a small smile gracing her slightly red lips. For a couple of seconds Blaine let himself just enjoy having his amazing and loving mother so close to him, but then he remembered that her presence meant that he had to tell her everything.
"Hi, sweetie." Monic said quietly petting her son's thick hair.
Blaine sat up mentally himself for her disappointment. Maybe it would be better to wait a couple of hours with his confession until the dinner when both of his parents were present, but he found himself saying. "Mom, I have to tell you something. It's-"
"Hey, hug me first." She cut him off. Blaine didn't need more encouragement to melt into her embrace. He threw himself into his mother's arms wanting to feel the warmth of her body against his. Even though her strong perfumes made him a little nauseous, but he managed to hold it in. He stayed in his mother's embrace for a couple of minutes, and only then he realized that hot tears were streaming down his red from all the emotions cheeks.
"I-I'm s-so sorry, mom." Blaine all but sobbed.
''It's okay, honey. Just breath.'' She didn't ask why he was crying, why he was such a mess.
''Mom, I-''
''Shh, you don't have to say anything.'' She effectively silenced her son. ''I know, I know everything.''
Blaine's eyes widened in surprise. Was it possible that his mother already knew the whole true? But how?
''Cooper told me everything when we went out for a dinner in Los Angeles.'' His mother answered Blaine's unasked question. ''He's really worried about you. You should give him a call. Oh! And he's coming home for Christmas. For once."
Blaine smiled slightly. At least he would get the chance to see his big brother again. He was still crying, but now they weren't exactly sad tears. His mother seemed not to be mad at Blaine and he was beyond happy for that. "Are you going to punish me?" Blaine asked dumbly, like a five year apologizing to his mother for breaking something expensive.
"No, honey. We're all just humans and we are allowed to make mistakes, though you should have used protection." Monic said still hugging her son tightly.
They stayed in each other's arms until Blaine stopped crying. Then Monic pulled away and wiped remained tears from his cheeks. "Can you tell me what exactly happened with Sebastian? I thought you loved each other."
Blaine shrugged. "I guess he just doesn't want responsibilities. He wanted me to abort the baby at first, but then he apparently showed his good will and let me give the baby up for adoption." Blaine looked down at his hands in the lap. "I couldn't let him control my life. This is my decision and if he doesn't want to be a part of my life anymore, then it's his problem, not mine." Blaine said bitterly. "It's for the better probably. We're not good together. We're too different."
Monic nodded her head sadly and bit her bottom lip. Blaine knew that she wanted to say something that might upset him. They were alike in this aspect. They hated to see the other hurt because of them. Monic took a deep breath and looked into Blaine's hazel eyes.
"Maybe it's not such a bad idea." Blaine tried to look away, but his mother lifted up his chin making him hold the eye-contact. "I mean, you're so young, Blaine. You have so many dreams. Maybe we should find a nice couple that would love your baby and take care of it?"
Blaine opened his mouth, but no words came out. He didn't know what to say. A baby would mean a lot of responsibilities, less time for himself and his friends and putting some of his dreams of hold.
But keeping a baby would also mean having a person that would love him unconditionally. "It's okay." His mother said sensing Blaine's hesitation. "You still have time to decide." She took Blaine's hand in hers and squeezed it lightly. "You're very strong, Blaine. I'm so proud of you for being who you are now. One day you will find a man that will want to have a family with you." A couple of tears escaped her eyes, as she kissed Blaine's forehead. "There's still something that we need to talk about, honey."
Blaine swallowed hard. He knew that it was not going to be anything nice to hear. "Blaine," She began. "We're very sorry, both me and your father, but we don't have enough money for now for a private tutor." Blaine's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. He couldn't believe that it was happening. "I'm so sorry, but there's nothing we can do about it. I want you to be safe, and if it comes to this we will let you stay home until the baby is born, but for now you have to go to public school."
"No," Blaine shook his head firmly. "I can't. The kids in high school are horrible and cruel! You know that! The last time when I was there I was just a weird gay kid that wanted to have fun with another boy on the prom. Now, I'm a pregnant weird gay kid." Blaine's eyes filled with tears once again that afternoon. "I can't let them hurt my baby. I can't." Blaine whispered the last part wrapping his arms around his stomach protectively. Some of the kids from his old high school probably still remembered him. They would make his life a living hell. "I can't return to that school."
"Sweetie." Monic said resting her soft hand on his shoulder. "The only school willing to take a student in the middle of the year is McKinley High School in Lima." And that's when Blaine Anderson's world fell apart.
Blaine spent the whole evening texting Kurt. He knew that the other boy needed to get as much rest as he could to start practicing for Sectionals the next day, but Blaine felt extremely lonely and he just needed someone. Kurt still didn't know about Blaine's possible transfer to McKinley (he still refused to believe that it was true), because he didn't want to worry the other boy. He would tell him eventually, but now Kurt needed to focus on his upcoming performance.
He was really sad that he couldn't perform with his friends on stage. Blaine loved being in front of the cheering audience and giving everything into his performance. Now he couldn't do what he loved the most.
The next three days Blaine focused on avoiding his parents and their sad, pitting looks and trying not to disturb Kurt too much. Even though he needed comfort and Kurt's arms around his body Blaine knew that asking for attention now, when Kurt had to practice would be selfish. Kurt would probably do everything in his power to help Blaine feel better, but he couldn't let him do that. Just one more day. Then they would be able to spend some time together, alone.
Blaine couldn't wait for their date. He didn't need anything special. Rose petals, romantic music, candles, expensive dinner - he didn't need these things. All Blaine wanted was to spend some time with Kurt and get to know him better. They had known each other for some time, but it felt like they were getting to know each other all over again.
When Blaine woke up on Thursday morning he couldn't stop bouncing from happiness. For one day he could forget all about his problems and have fun with his friends. Of course seeing Warblers' performance meant also seeing Sebastian, but Blaine was ready to face his ex-boyfriend. Nothing and no one would destroy this day for him.
As soon as the sun started peeking through the curtains Blaine rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. Blaine smiled as the thought of seeing Kurt came to his mind. They would be able to go on a real date. Blaine still didn't know if dating (if that was what it really was) Kurt was such a good idea, but he was willing to try. It might end in a disaster, but Blaine wanted to take a risk. He wanted to-
Blaine stopped mid-movement. He looked down at the hand on his stomach and gasped. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but it seemed like his belly was just a little bit bigger. It was such a small change that Blaine knew that no one would be able to notice it beside him. Blaine rubbed his hand against his skin and smiled slightly.
It was real. He really was carrying a little baby.
When Blaine was done with washing his body he put on some comfortable clothes since he still had a couple of hours to himself until he had to leave the house in order to be in time to watch the competition. He left the room and walked down the stairs hoping that his dad was already in his office in the city centre and his mother on the shopping trip with her friends. Unfortunately as soon as Blaine smelled fried eggs and bacon he knew that at least one of his parents was home.
When Blaine entered the kitchen he sighed in relief that it was Monic frying the bacon and eggs. She turned around and smiled warmly at her son. "Good morning, sweetie." Blaine knew that his mother really wanted to be there for him, and Blaine really appreciated that, but he had no idea how to act around her. He was still mad at his parents for sending him to a public school. Blaine was aware that it was because of their financial situation, but it still hurt to know that his parents were ready to put him (and his unborn baby) in danger. "Are you excited for today?" She asked taking out of the counter a bag of cereal. Monic knew about the competition and was happy that her son still wanted to go out to people.
"Yeah," Blaine said reaching out his hand to take some coffee from the pot, but then he remembered that he couldn't. He sighed and sat down on the chair.
"It's hard, isn't it?" Monic asked setting the plate full of fruits in front of him. Blaine eyed the plate and looked up at his mother, not really wanting to eat only fruits for breakfast. "Oh, don't make this face, Blaine." She said crossing her arms over her chest. "You need to eat healthy now. I know how much you love all those greasy food, but the baby comes first. Eat these and then you'll get something else."
Blaine grimaced a little, but obeyed. She smiled a little and patted his head. They ate the breakfast in silence. Not once Monic mentioned Blaine's lack of good mood.
It turned out that seeing his own mother was enough to ruin his mood.
It felt weird not go out with a navy uniform on, but Blaine kind of liked this change. He had a grey cardigan and blue jeans on. Blaine was a big fan of bright colors and bow-ties, but he didn't want to stand out of the crowd too much. There was still time for expressing himself though clothes.
Blaine took one last look at his reflection in the mirror checking his gelled down hair, smoothed down the material of his cardigan and smiled to himself. Then he grabbed his keys and wallet and excited the room. When Blaine walked down the stairs his mother appeared in the hall and smiled softly. ''Have fun and don't come home too late.''
"Sure." Blaine said putting on his coat.
"And Blaine," Monic said walking over to him. She rested her hand on his shoulder and looked him straight in the eye. "I know you're afraid of changing schools, but we love you, Blaine. You're our son and we don't want something bad to happen to you. Please remember that. If you don't feel safe..."
"I don't think I can feel safe there to begin with." Blaine said putting on his shoes. "I understand that you don't have that sort of money now, but I'm terrified." Blaine felt the tears building up in the corners in his eyes just at the mention of going to a different, dangerous school. Monic wrapped him in an awkward hug and Blaine almost started sobbing into her chest. Almost. He quickly pulled away and without another word left the house.
He was grateful for almost two-hour ride to Western Ohio High School where the competition was held. It gave him time to cool down and think everything though. Blaine knew that he had no right to blame his parents for not having enough money to get him a private tutor, but it was so hard to just accept this fact and move on.
By the time Blaine pulled into the parking lot in front of the school, his mind was clear. Blaine excited the car, locked it and started walking towards the building. As soon as he saw a slim silhouette in front of it, all the worries vanished and all Blaine could think about was the pale boy. A huge grin appeared on his face as he made his way over to Kurt. The blue-eyed boy returned the smiled and opened his welcoming arms. Blaine snuggled into his embrace without hesitation closing his eyes. He breathed in the scent of Kurt and reluctantly pulled away, but his hand remained in Kurt's.
Kurt eyed him up and down smirking. "So you actually own some clothes." He said squeezing Blaine's hand. "It's really good to see you. I probably sound like a desperate fourteen-year old girl, but I miss you, even though it has been less than a week."
"It's understandable." Blaine said smiling sadly. "I wish we could spend more time together."
Kurt just stared at him for a moment, but then he became serious. "So, does your mother know?" Right, despite the constant texting during the days spent apart from Kurt, the blue-eyed boy hadn't been informed about his mother's reaction.
Blaine nodded his head. "She's fine with it. Well, as fine as she can be with her teenage son being pregnant. It could have been worse."
Kurt smiled slightly. "I'm glad to hear that."
They were silent for a moment ignoring all the people passing them by in their way to the building. "Is our date still actual?"
Kurt smiled. "Of course it is. Just be patient." He took his cell phone out of his pocked, unlocked the screen and sighed. "Ugh, I have to get going. We still have to practice a little before the competition." Kurt rolled his eyes. "I think Wes is going insane. He wants everything to be perfect even though we all know that have no chance to win."
"Don't say that." Blaine said.
"But it's true." Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose. "Without your voice we're on a hiding to nothing." Kurt seemed to collect himself as he smiled at Blaine. "But it doesn't matter, does it? It's just a stupid competition." He said shrugging. "Come on. I have a seat reserved for you. I through seeing a friendly face might be nice." Blaine let Kurt tug his hand though the school (he was really surprised that Kurt was willing to hold his hand in a public place, but he wouldn't complain), and when they entered the auditorium the room was almost full. Kurt lead Blaine to third row and Blaine immediately understood what 'a friendly face' was supposed to mean.
"Hi, Blaine." Rachel said standing up from her seat. She was wearing a beautiful knee-length dress and was smiling kindly at Blaine, but something seemed off. "It's so good to see you again." She walked over to him and threw her arms around his neck. Blaine was taken aback by the action, but wrapped his arms around her back and let her be in his arms for a couple of seconds. She finally pulled back and cleared her throat. "It's a shame that you can't perform tonight, Blaine."
"I really have to go." Kurt said catching their attention. "Have fun." And with that he walked away. Blaine and Rachel sat in their seats and only then he noticed that the whole Rachel's team was there, but they were too focused on their own conversation to notice Blaine's arrival.
They were silent for a moment, but then Blaine turned to Rachel and asked. "Do you know why I can't be there with The Warblers?"
She shook her head. "Kurt wouldn't tell me anything."
"Well, I-"
"You don't have to say anything." She said softly. From Kurt's stories about Rachel, Blaine was surprised that the short girl didn't feel the need to find out his secret. "Everyone's has their problems. Me too." Blaine knew that there was more to it, but he simply grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. She flashed him a small smile and squeezed back.
"Bad day?" He finally dared to ask.
"More a bad week." She said weakly. The fell silent, as the auditorium kept filling with people. The waited in silence until the first performance was announced. The curtains went up and the first team, The Hipsters started singing. For Blaine it was just a blur. It wasn't the team that he was waiting for. Finally their song ended and they left the stage.
Blaine looked at Rachel who seemed to be unaware that in a couple of minutes The Warblers would be on stage and then it would be New Directions' turn. "Don't you need to practice before the performance?" She blinked twice and turned to him.
"Well, we like to watch our competition." Blaine chose not to pinpoint that her mind seemed to be miles away.
"If you need to talk about something, I'm listening." Blaine said.
Rachel just smiled at his sadly. "Thank you, Blaine. You're sweet, but it's my concern, not yours."
Blaine didn't say anything more, because now it was time for The Warblers. He couldn't wait for their performance. It would be hard to watch them on stage knowing that there, amongst these boys in navy blazers was where he belonged, but Blaine missed seeing his friends and it would be nice to see their energetic performance.
The curtains went up revealing Blaine's friends. His gaze immediately landed on Kurt and Blaine flashed him a smile as soon as the brunette boy noticed him. Their eyes met and for a moment they just stared at each other ignoring the rest of the world. The moment lasted only for a couple of seconds because it was the time to begin their performance.
The first song was Firework by Katy Perry. It was mostly sung by Zack, Sebastian's roommate. Blaine hadn't had many chances to talk with the blond boy, but he didn't like him very much. Zack had an obsession with reminding everyone every once in a while that he was important, because his dad was a politician. Their second song was Fireflies by Owl city sung by the same boy. Both of the songs were nice, but they lacked power and energy.
When the performance ended, New Directions excited the auditorium to get ready to sing and dance on the stage. Less than five minutes later Kurt, followed by the rest on the Warblers emerged from the backstage. Kurt sat down on the seat next to Blaine heavily and despite the obvious exhaustion he smiled at the dark-hired boy and took his hand. The rest of the team sat in the next row leaving the two boys to themselves.
"Did you like it?" Kurt asked rubbing his face with his free hand.
"Yeah! You guys were great!" Blaine said way too enthusiastically.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I should be mad at you for lying to me," He said. "But it's cute that you want me to think that we can win."
"Of course you can!"
"You're crossing a line now." Kurt said smirking. He looked over at the Warblers and sighed. "Now when everything is over I feel so tired. Yesterday we had to practice well past midnight. Wes kept saying that our choreography sucked, which is true by the way, and we spent half of the night making new moves. Because of the constant changes during the performance Trent forgot the steps at some point and almost fell down. Geez, it was a disaster." He said the last part hiding his head into his hands.
Blaine rested his hand on Kurt's back and started rubbing circles. "If you're so tired we don't have to go out. We can go some other time." Blaine said trying not to show how badly he wanted Kurt to contradict.
"Maybe you're right." Kurt said sitting up straight. "And going out tonight isn't such a good idea, but I can't resist seeing you for another day." Kurt said seriously. "We can go over to my place. Carole and dad are out on a date tonight, and Finn is going with others to a party. I know it's a school night, but I can wake up extra early tomorrow and drive to Dalton. What do you think?" Kurt asked hopefully.
Blaine didn't need time to consider this. "Sounds good." He had never seen Kurt's house before and he was excited to see it.
They fell silent when New Directions started their performance. First a pretty blond girl and a handsome (also blond) boy sang I've Had The Time Of My Life, with the rest of the group as a backup singers. Then a dark-hired Latina girl started singing Valerie. Her voice was strong, powerful and wild. This performance was much better than the previous one.
The audience cheered loudly as the curtains went down. Blaine looked at Kurt and noticed how nervous he was. He rested his hand on his knee catching his attention. Kurt smiled at him and said. "I don't know what to think about it. I want us to win, but a part of me also wants New Directions to win."
Blaine returned the smile. The Warblers started leaving and Jeff came over to them. "Oh, hi Blaine!" He said cheerfully noticing the dark-hired boy. "It's really good to see you and I would love to talk to you, but we really have to go now." He grabbed Kurt's hand and helped him up. "God, I really hope we'll win." He said to Kurt. "You really don't want to see Wes after losing a competition. Trust me."
They left the auditorium and Blaine was left alone. He watched laughing people around him, the lights illuminating the stage and then the three teams as they walked on the stage. Blaine wasn't happy that he couldn't be there with them, but at least he wasn't as nervous as he would be normally. Of course he wanted his ex-teammates to win, but it didn't matter to him so much, because it wouldn't affect him in any way. Well, if they won Kurt would have to practice for Regionals and that would mean less time for Blaine and as much as he wanted Warblers to win he didn't like this prospect.
But then it turned out that the Warblers didn't lose, but they didn't win either, not really. Both New Directions and The Warblers were going to Regionals. The whole theatre started cheering loudly; everyone was hugging each other and yelling.
Couple of minutes later the theatre started emptying. Blaine stood up and started searching for his friends. It didn't take him a lot of time. He easily found Warblers' dressing room and without knocking entered the room. As soon as they boys saw him they stopped what they were doing and approached him.
They started saying to him that they all knew that he was pregnant and he still was their friend. Blaine wasn't surprised, he knew how open-minded these boys were, but it still was nice to hear it from them. Everyone was around Blaine, except for Sebastian, Zack and Ryan. Sebastian and Zack were best friends (if Sebastian was capable of creating that deep relation with someone) and Ryan just kind of wanted to be around them.
Blaine felt soft touch of Kurt's hand in his and looked up to see Kurt's beautiful, blue eyes. The taller boy smiled at him softly. "Are you ready to go?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded his head. The Warblers returned to their previous activities and only then they noticed that Wes was still standing in front of them. The Asian's eyes were locked on their entwined hands and his arms were crossed over his chest. Blaine rolled his eyes. "What?" He asked.
Wes looked up, meeting his eyes. "Are you kidding me, Blaine? You can't just-" He gestured at their hands failing at finding adequate words.
"You're overreacting, Wes." Blaine said sighing. "Just let us be. We're not kids and we know what we're doing." Wes raised his eyebrow as to ask 'Oh, really?', but he kept his mouth shut and walked away. Then Blaine noticed another person who seemed to be interested in their hands. On the chair was sitting Sebastian. Ryan and Zack were saying something to him, but the green-eyed boy had all his attention focused on their hands. He looked up and met Blaine's gaze, but neither of them said anything.
"Are you going with us for a pizza to celebrate?" Nick asked pulling Blaine out of his trance. He looked at the dark-hired boy, prepared to give him the answer, but Kurt beat him to it.
"We have plans." Kurt said. "Maybe some other time."
"Sure." He said smirking.
They said their good-byes and left the room.
Kurt's house wasn't as big as Blaine's, but he liked it better. It seemed cozy. Blaine looked at the pictures on the wall smiling as he saw a little Kurt with a chocolate muffin all over his face.
"Ugh, we should have hidden this picture a long time ago." Kurt said returning from the kitchen with two mugs of hot cocoa. He handed Blaine one, which the dark-hired boy gladly accepted.
"You were really cute." Blaine said enjoying the heat of the mug.
Kurt raised his eyebrow playfully. "Are you trying to say that I'm not cute now?" He asked pretending to be offended.
Blaine laughed. "Of course you are."
"Do you want to watch a movie?" Kurt asked after a moment of looking at the other pictures. "We could watch a musical, if you want to."
"I'd love to." Blaine said and followed Kurt to the living room. The blue-eyed boy sat cross-legged in front of TV and opened the drawer with the movies. "What would you like to watch?"
Blaine sat down on the sofa shrugging. "Maybe something funny? I'm not really in a mood for crying. My hormones are all over the place now, so it's really not difficult to make me cry these days."
"What about Mamma Mia? Movie version?" Kurt held up the DVD to show Blaine. "I know it's nothing ambitious, but I like the songs."
"Sounds good to me." Blaine said.
Kurt put the DVD into the DVD player and sat down next to Blaine. "I have a question to you." Kurt said seriously.
"Ask away." Blaine said without hesitation.
"Is it true that you have an unhealthy obsession with Katy Perry and basically everything that have something to do with her?" Blaine laughed, as his cheeks turned red. "I will take it as a yes then." The movie started playing with an opening song, but neither of them cared. "Now I will have to break up with you." He said jokingly.
Blaine fell silent. Kurt seemed confused for a couple of seconds, but the he realized the weight of his words. "Is it what we are?" Blaine asked. "Boyfriends?"
Kurt opened and closed his mouth a few times, and then smiled shyly. "If you want to."
Instead of answering Blaine cupped Kurt's face with his hands and just stared into his eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he slowly leaned forward and their lips crashed together. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck closing his eyes. Blaine depended the kiss moaning in pleasure.
They pulled away grinning like idiots. "Wow." Blaine said.
"Wow indeed." Kurt said breathlessly.
After that they actually started watching the movie, and even singing along to the songs, but it was clear that neither of them could pay attention to it. "I still have a few questions to you." Kurt said during the movie. "What's your favorite color?"
"Red, I guess." Blaine said. "I mean, I love every color as long as it's bright and alive. What about you?"
"Blue." Kurt said immediately. "What season do you like the most?"
"Winter." Blaine answered right away. "Everything is so beautiful and magical."
"I like spring. Everything is so beautiful and alive, but also delicate."
They talked about everything and nothing long after the movie ended. Blaine had never felt so happy in his life. Here, in this room, with this boy he could spend forever.
"What about your parents?" Kurt asked. "What they actually do."
"My dad's a lawyer." Blaine answered. "He has his own lawyer company. And my mom's a writer." Kurt's eyes went wide. "She's taking a break now, though. She needs to find inspiration."
"What does she write? Is she popular?" Kurt asked excitedly.
"She writes novels, but they aren't very popular. She does it more for fun, I think."
"You should bring me one of her books."
"Maybe." Blaine said smiling.
They talked for a moment longer, but then Blaine needed to get going.
"I have to go." He eventually said. "I promised my mom that I wouldn't be home late."
Kurt walked Blaine to the door and watched as the other boy put on his coat and shoes. The kissed good-boy and much too soon Blaine was on his way back to Westerville.