Author's Note: Most of you probably recognize the song, but for those who don't, lyrics are credited to Darren Criss. I also realized that I forgot to mention that Glee doesn't belong to me and I'm only borrowing a couple of the characters for a while. That seems pretty obvious to me, since there would be a lot more boykissing if I owned Glee... but still. The only things that belong to me are the story and the OC's. Hope you enjoy the chapter! :D Please read and review!

It was still sort of unbelievable to Blaine that his mother was okay with his relationship with Kurt. He'd always got the impression that she was sympathetic to his problems, but she usually let his father do the talking.

"I don't think I've ever been this happy," he told Kurt.

"You deserve it," Kurt replied. "Hell, everyone deserves to have their parents support them in who they love."

"I know… but I just never quite thought that I'd get that."

Kurt nodded, looking a little down. "It makes me sad that you haven't gotten to be happy your whole life."

"I'm happy now though. Happier than I can say." They were sitting on Blaine's bed after the discussion with his mother. He had a bit more than happiness in his expression as he looked into Kurt's eyes.

"I think I'll, um… go to my room now," Kurt said, blushing.

"Why?"

"So that I can get changed out of these disgusting shorts."

"You can't do that in here?"

"No!" Kurt cried.

"Because I'd be happy to help," Blaine said in a husky voice.

"Blaine. Not really appropriate with your mom downstairs."

"I'm not allowed to want my boyfriend?"

"Of course you are, but…"

Blaine moved closer to him on the bed. His eyes were searching Kurt's face as though he could find everything he needed right there in the features he loved so much. Blaine remembered the time, months ago; when he thought Kurt was only a friend. That he only wanted to be close to the boy because they connected so well, and so that he could help him. When he thought that is was perfectly normal to think of Kurt all the time. He used to watch movies by himself when he was bored, and often he would turn to tell Kurt something, only to remember that he wasn't there. He wondered now how he could have been so blind. It felt like he was the last one to know that he was in love with Kurt, but once he fell, he fell hard. He would have done anything to be with the boy next to him, and he wanted to be with Kurt in every way possible.

"All I want is you."

Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I'm just not ready for that yet."

"I understand," Blaine told him. He really did. Kurt had never been all that comfortable with this sort of thing. He had once told Blaine that he liked Broadway musicals because 'the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets.'

Blaine took his hand, and stared after him wistfully when Kurt left to get changed. Then he had an idea.

The next day, Kurt was down to the kitchen before his boyfriend. "Is Blaine up yet?" he asked Mrs Anderson.

"No, he likes to sleep late sometimes. You can wake him up if you want."

Kurt went upstairs to Blaine's room. The door was cracked, so he pushed it open. He was surprised to find Blaine awake. The other boy was hunched over a piece of paper, and seemed to be scribbling furiously.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked curiously.

Blaine jumped and clutched the paper to him. "Nothing!"

"Really."

"Yep."

"Well if you finish doing 'nothing', breakfast is ready."

"I'll come down in a minute."

Kurt closed the door, and Blaine sighed in relief. He wanted his idea to be a surprise.

That whole day, Blaine seemed unusually nervous.

"What is wrong with you?" Kurt asked him.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"Is this the same 'nothing' as before?"

"Maybe…"

Later, after the sun had set, the two left the house for the night's bonfire.

For some reason, Blaine was carrying a guitar. Kurt hadn't even known that he'd brought it with him.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"I thought it might be fun to play it tonight."

"That'll be nice," Kurt said. He was sure that Blaine had missed singing in the few weeks they'd been off school.

They reached the fire, and Blaine's guitar immediately drew attention.

"You play guitar?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah…" he was suddenly a little shy. "Do you guys mind if I sing?"

There was a chorus of 'no's' from around the fire.

Kurt sat on the sand, his back to the fire, and Blaine sat on a log in front of him. Blaine began to strum. It was an unfamiliar tune, but Kurt instantly liked it.

My life is a,
series of actors changing places
except there's no back stage
and there's no place for me.

The rest of the kids around the fire smiled. It was a good beginning. Kurt was entranced, his eyes fixated on Blaine's fingers.

It's okay though,
the jokes on the television
make me laugh,
remind me that it's okay
not to have a backstage or a place to hide.

Well I've got dinner on my plate,
got my paycheck yesterday.
How great, how cool.
I've got places, I've got friends,
I've got Joey, Ross, and Chandler, then..
there's you.

That line made Kurt laugh. Blaine obviously liked Friends as much as he did.

And now, how, we like to say that we're in love,
doesn't it, seem like that should be enough,
but, the world will roll their eyes but I still think,
well I still think that we're in love.

The lyrics fit their situation perfectly. People didn't always accept that they loved each other, but they made it work anyway.

Oh shoes and jackets,
purses and tennis rackets,
make their way as they please,
in those SUVs to the country club.

I don't play much,
but I do enjoy having the ball in my court,
and what's more,
I like playing, for love.

But I've got arms and you've got legs,
together we've made some mistakes.
But hey, we're doing well!

That seemed to be about the problems that they'd had early in their relationship, when Blaine wasn't sure what he wanted and Kurt was confused.

Well I've got reason to believe,
in the power of you and me to break,
this spell.

Kurt felt like cheering, but he didn't want to interrupt.

And now, how, we like to say that we're in love,
doesn't it, seem like that should be enough,
but, the world will roll their eyes but I still think,
well I still think that we're in love.

One more question:
how is this one big lesson?
I don't think that there's a quiz,
but if there is I'll be, outside;
playing in the yard,
swinging on monkey bars,
exercising my right to this recess from this lesson
that I tried, ohh

But I've got arms and you've got legs,
together we've made some mistakes.
But hey, we're doing well!

Well I've got reason, to believe,
in the power of you and me to break,
this spell.

And now, how, we like to say that we're in love,
doesn't it, seem like that should be enough,
but, the world will roll their eyes but I still think,
well I still think that we're in love.
well I still think that we're in love, love, love.
well I still think that we're in love.
Ooh….

Blaine trailed off. There was a shower of applause as the audience realized that the song was over. Kurt was speechless, but he clapped harder than anyone.

"Did you write that?" Katie asked.

"Yeah. For Kurt."

Kurt was shocked. Blaine had written that beautiful song… about him?

"Thank you," he said.

"I love you," Blaine told him. It was all he needed to say.