Thank you so much to those of you that reviewed and subscribed on the first chapter! I really hope I can keep this story going. I hit a roadblock on my last one and I don't want that to happen this time.

The drive back to Lima had felt like an eternity for Kurt. Maybe it was because Blaine was coming to dinner with his family and he was secretly ecstatic but equally as nervous, or maybe he just didn't really want to believe that it was summer already. Then again, it was probably both.

He fussed with his hair and smoothed his sky blue t-shirt – Blaine had insisted that it was much too hot for him to wear a blazer, no matter how fabulous it looked, so t-shirt and jeans it was – at a stop sign around the corner from his home and saw Blaine's car pull up behind him. Kurt found himself staring again and took a deep breath; he was going to need to be completely at peace to be able to deal with his father's round of Twenty Questions.

As the Hummel residence came into view, Kurt could see that his family had visitors. Specifically of the New Directions variety. His face split into a grin and he couldn't step out of his car fast enough. Kurt turned to see Blaine stepping out of his car and jabbing his finger towards the door,

"Go on, they're waiting for you. It's okay, I'll be right here."

Kurt reached for the doorknob, but it was wrenched open and before he knew what was happening he was buried in someone's chest. A tall someone.

He pulled back and raised a brow, the boy in front of him burning red and scratching the back of his head. Finn scrunched up his nose, jerking a thumb towards the living room,

"Everyone's here. Except Mr Schu. His ex-wife came to school today and was yelling at Ms Pillsbury so he's getting a restraining order or something... Anyway, I thought you'd like to see them before they go wherever they're going for summer. I think Mike and Tina are going to some Asian dance camp again and Brittany said she's going to volunteer at a doll hospital because she wants to help dolls in need."

Finn was about to continue when he noticed Blaine leaning against his car. The look on his face wasn't of disapproval, more like confusion, but Kurt managed to distract him before he could ask any questions.

"Are you going to let me see everyone or are we going to stand out here all afternoon?"

They stepped inside, Kurt trying to convince Blaine to follow them with a jerk of his head, but he refused. Not that Kurt blamed him, being in a room with the McKinley gang would probably be fairly intimidating for anyone.

He paused in the doorway as his friends fell quiet. They stared at him expectantly from various positions around the room and surprisingly, Puck was the first to speak,

"Hey Hummel, it's good to see you still in one piece."

After that, everything was a blur of hugs and how are you's and Rachel trying to not-so-subtly ask if Kurt and Blaine were an item yet. He answered questions, avoiding Santana's at all costs. Yes there are good looking boys at Dalton, no I will not set you up with them.

Fingers intertwined with Kurt's, sending his heart into a frenzy. He was sure his face was as red as that new Marc Jacobs blazer he had spent more than one night dreaming about, but managed to compose himself enough to turn to Blaine and whisper,

"I thought you were waiting outside."

Blaine smiled, squeezing Kurt's hand a little, "It was boring watching you have all the fun."

It seemed the rest of the group had walked away to give them some privacy, except Brittany. The enormous smile and expectant look on her face was enough to make Blaine tilt his head a little in confusion. Kurt smiled at Brittany and gestured to Blaine with his free hand,

"Brittany, Blaine. Blaine, Brittany."

The childlike blonde took Blaine's free hand and kissed his knuckles as she ducked into a curtsey,

"I'm so happy I finally met your prince, Kurt." She leaned into Kurt's ear and whispered, "He looks just like Prince Eric. Are you sure you're not a mermaid?"

Judging by the puzzled expression Blaine was wearing, he had overheard Brittany. Kurt shot him a look that said he'd explain later, then winked at the Cheerio, "I can't tell you all my secrets, but if you want I'll let you be my Flounder."

Brittany's jaw dropped, her voice barely audible above the rest of the room, "Thank you so much Kurt, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I'll be the best Flounder ever!"

She bounced off, probably to tell Santana about Kurt's "prince", while Blaine was still looking puzzled. He didn't have much time to let what he'd just witnessed digest before Artie wheeled over and pointed to the doorway,

"Hey Blaine, Burt said he'd like to have a few words with you in the kitchen." He raised a hand as both Blaine and Kurt turned to walk away, "Just Blaine. Don't worry Kurt; your dad would never shoot him with witnesses around."

Kurt glared at Artie, taking the handles of his wheelchair and pushing him across the room,

"He hasn't done anything to deserve being shot so you can keep your big, gossipy mouth shut and mind your own business."

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Blaine had been gone for nearly half an hour and it was starting to worry Kurt, but everyone made sure he was continually bombarded with questions about Dalton and stories of life at McKinley since he'd transferred. Apparently Coach Sylvester had been heard telling Becky she missed Kurt's sunshiney disposition, and that had been a shock to say the least.

When Burt finally entered the room with Blaine lingering in the doorway, everyone fell silent. Blaine shot a wink at Kurt, which Mercedes didn't fail to miss. She pressed her cheek into Kurt's shoulder and whispered,

"You're so obvious it hurts. Why don't you just serenade him and get busy with those lovely lips? I swear if you aren't –"

"Mercedes, shh! It's more complicated than that! I can't just use my voice to make him fall in love with me!" Kurt breathed back. He wasn't going to tell her that he often refused to sing solo in front of Blaine so that when he did hear him occasionally, he would be even more struck by his voice. He loved the way Blaine's eyes would widen and his jaw would slip –

"Kurt? Did you hear me? I said you should probably say goodbye to your friends. We have to go to dinner soon." Burt waved his hand in front of Kurt's face. Everyone was staring at him, but he was only concerned with the boy standing just inside the room with his hands in his pockets and a thoughtful expression.

Burt gave them ten minutes to finish up, stopping for a moment in front of Blaine to nod before leaving the room. It felt good to know Burt approved of Blaine enough to let him attend dinner with his family.

Blaine leaned back against the door frame as he watched Kurt hug each of his friends goodbye. He could tell Kurt was upset when he looked up and saw only he and Finn left in the room. No matter how much he and Kurt spoke, Blaine was sure there was still a lot the other boy wasn't saying to him. It wasn't his place to push Kurt to talk, but there was something gnawing at his gut; telling him to make Kurt say something.

"I'll just... I'm gonna go have a shower." Finn mumbled awkwardly, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone in the living room.

Kurt groaned, "Sorry about my dad."

"No need to apologise. He asked me if I was going to be here a lot over summer. I think he was going to set some ground rules, but I explained that I was going away and he almost seemed relieved."

There is was again, the big elephant in the room. Greece.

Kurt flopped down on the couch and closed his eyes. Blaine going to Greece was still real no matter how much he wished it wasn't. He felt the other boy sit beside him and take his hand. There was a faint urge to pull away, but Kurt couldn't be mad at Blaine for something his parents had forced him to do.

Blaine's breath tickled the sensitive skin under Kurt's ear as he pulled him into a hug, "You're going to have an amazing summer Kurt. Promise me you won't mope about until Mercedes has no choice but to drag you to the mall."

Kurt nodded, pulling away when he heard Finn clear his throat. He stood awkwardly at the door, his eyes glued to the floor,

"We're going now. Burt said Blaine has to ride with me."

Blaine shot Kurt a look that told him not to argue and they followed Finn to the car. Burt and Carole were waiting for Kurt in their car and Finn led Blaine to his car and followed the others towards the restaurant.

Awkward silences aside, Finn was a nice guy, he just wasn't used to being around another gay guy that wasn't Kurt. Blaine exhaled a silent laugh and shook his head,

"You know, I am a person."

"I – uh, what?" Finn's cheeks were flushed pink in the fading sunlight. He looked over to Blaine, who was staring at him,

"Finn, you're so awkward around me and it's starting to get annoying. I'm gay, it's not contagious and there is no way that I would ever hit on you. Sorry, but you're not my type."

Blaine watched Finn release a sigh, "Man, I'm sorry. It's just, well, a while ago Kurt had a bit of a thing for me. I thought he was just being nice but – look I didn't mean to be weird but I didn't know if you were flirting or just being nice." He quickly changed the subject, "So, how was the Hummel Inquisition?"

Finn pulled into the parking lot at Breadstix and waited for Blaine to answer,

"Oh, Burt was fine. I've actually been making some plans with him. Don't mention it to Kurt, he's not supposed to know yet." Blaine looked down at his feet and smirked, he was having a lot of difficulty keeping the secret from Kurt himself, all he needed was Finn to blow it when nearly everything was in place.

Finn pulled an invisible zip across his lips and nodded as they walked across the parking lot to where Kurt and his parents were waiting by the door. Without a second thought Blaine reached forward and slid his fingers between Kurt's. He knew Carole was trying to be subtle, but he heard her tell Burt how cute they looked together.

Blaine caught a glimpse of himself and Kurt in the windows of the restaurant – and yeah, they did look good together. Kurt was the happiest he'd been since they'd met and Blaine himself was so content he was sure he could walk over hot coals and not feel a thing. There was only one problem with the picture; they weren't actually a couple.

Hopefully he could retract that statement by the end of summer.