"Hey, baby, I didn't know you were getting ready. I would've waited a little longer to start breakfast. The coffee's already a little cold, but you could just pop it in the microwave," Kurt said to him as he came downstairs after his shower. He was standing by the stove, making the last couple of pancakes.

Blaine smiled a little, "Sorry, I just wanted to. Thank you so much, for everything. You didn't have to make breakfast."

"But I wanted to," Kurt hummed.

"You're amazing. I love you, Kurt." Blaine said as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot.

"I love you more," Kurt hummed.

"I don't know about that," Blaine hummed back, sticking his tongue out playfully.

Kurt shook his head fondly and looked back at the pancakes. Blaine sat down with his coffee, deciding to drink it lukewarm, and relaxed back in the chair. Maybe he would tell Kurt today. Just… later.

The two of them sat and ate, mostly uneventfully. Kurt told Blaine all about what was happening in New York. Blaine listened closely, nodding and asking questions, but mostly just listening. He loved to hear Kurt talk. And then Kurt started asking Blaine about his life. He tried to talk about Glee club and his classes and buying stuff for next year, but he just kept getting nervous. He felt like he was going to blurt something out, so he kept his answers short and only went on when Kurt asked more questions.

"I can wash the dishes. You did the cooking," Blaine told Kurt as they started to finish up.

"I'll dry then, okay?" Kurt offered with a smile.

Blaine nodded, and the two of them gathered their plates. Together, they quickly cleaned their breakfast dishes. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and sighed happily. "So what do you want to do today, sweetie? We have the whole day to ourselves. Your choice."

Blaine shifted awkwardly and bit his lip. "Uh, we could stay in?"

"Yeah, that sounds perfect…" Kurt said wearily. He wasn't sure if Blaine just didn't want to go out or if he didn't know what he wanted to do or if something was wrong, but he knew better than to press the issue too quickly. Blaine needed time with things like that.

After some discussion, the two of them ended up on Blaine's bed, cuddled together. Settling between their hips was Blaine's laptop, and they let Netflix load. They decided on Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, which they'd each seen at least eight times each, but it never seemed to get old. They got through the whole movie without getting distracted. Well, Kurt tried kissing Blaine a few times, but the kisses were returned with little interest. Blaine didn't reject Kurt, but Kurt thought his fiancé seemed to be more interested in the movie, so he gave up and let them just watch the movie in peace. He definitely didn't mind it. In the long run, cuddling closely with Blaine, feeling each other's chests rise and fall was more comforting, and in some ways better than anything Kurt was trying to start.

When the movie ended, Blaine closed the laptop before Kurt could even propose a second one. Kurt knew something was wrong now, the way Blaine looked, his eyes avoiding Kurt's, his face paler than normal. He was just about to ask when Blaine's voice, quiet and low, penetrated the silence of the room, "Can we talk a little?"

"Of course," Kurt said gently. He desperately needed to know what was wrong, but he didn't want to scare Blaine away from saying it, so he tried his best to sound patient and kind. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Me," Blaine murmured.

Trying not to be annoyed with Blaine's vague response, Kurt nodded. "Okay, sweetheart. That's fine. What about you?"

"Uh.. You know how, I don't know… I really try to hold myself together, right?" Blaine asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I guess. You do a great job, Blaine," Kurt said, smiling, but it was very forced. He didn't know what Blaine was trying to say or how he was supposed to respond.

"Well, what if I don't really? What if I need a break?" Blaine looked down at his pants and started to play with the material of his jeans with his index finger and thumb, just trying to distract himself.

"Everybody needs a break," Kurt answered softly. "And I know sometimes you need one. I know how strong you have to act, but those times you've come to me, and you tell me how you really feel- Blaine, that's even stronger. It's scary to feel vulnerable, I know that. But it's good for you."

"What if I need an even bigger break? What if I need to feel even more vulnerable to feel okay?" he asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked. He wanted to get Blaine to look at him, but he didn't want to startle Blaine. When Blaine's reaction was just to shrug and shake his head, he decided to act. He brought his hand to Blaine's chin, gently urging him to look up. He stroked his cheek before asking again, "What do you mean, Blaine?"

"I mean… Like… Sometimes, I feel little… and that helps me feel good." Blaine said, eyes averted away from Kurt as he spoke.

"What do you mean, little?" Kurt asked gently. He tried not to let his face react, but he was confused. He had literally no idea what Kurt mean.

"Can I show you an article online? I found it and I think it might make more sense." Blaine asked softly, eyes back at Kurt's face now.

"Of course, yeah," Kurt said, dropping his hand.

Blaine sighed, shoulders sagging when Kurt let go. He hadn't realized how much his muscles tensed up. He brought his laptop onto his lap and, facing away from Kurt, pulled up some articles. He had several pages, written by people in relationships that he wanted, about what being a Little means and what being a Daddy or a Daddy Dom means and what the dynamics of the relationship are liked. He tried to find the most gender-neutral ones, but he could only do as good as what was available to him.

He cleared his throat and started to speak, "Uh, I'm not saying I expect this. I just… This is kinda how I feel. And for some of them, just change 'girl' to 'boy', okay? Uh… there's several tabs open. You can just click through them."

Kurt smiled softly and nodded. He was starting to feel nervous with Blaine's introduction, but he let the laptop be handed to him, and he started to read. He could feel Blaine's eyes on him as he read the articles and clicked on new ones, but he knew better than to react. He had to think clear and calmly before even opening his mouth. He decided he'd read every tab in its entirety before telling Blaine what he felt.