As Blaine had feared, living in New York had been hard. Classes hadn't even started yet, but everybody was so busy. Blaine was always practicing, especially his dancing, to get ready for NYADA. Kurt was at Vogue or the diner almost all summer. Kurt tried to schedule a little day or night at least twice a week. Blaine seemed to care a lot less about it, blowing off their planned nights for pizza and video games at Sam's, or trying to convince Kurt to do something else, like tonight.

"But Kurt," Blaine argued, "It's a one night only show!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Blaine, it's a random, offensive comedian in a sketchy bar. You could probably here a better comedy act at the subway from some guy holding out a hat for quarters."

"Kurt, why do you insist on denying us of doing something fun?" Blaine groaned.

Kurt's brow rose as he answered, "Well why do you insist on denying yourself something mentally good for you?"

Blaine frowned at that. "Wh-what? I just… forgot tonight was that night, and I saw the poster, and I wanted to go…"

"You did not forget," Kurt answered firmly. "Now answer me. Why have you been avoiding this? I know how much you love our daddy/little nights."

"I haven't been," Blaine mumbled.

"One more chance."

With a sigh, Blaine looked down and kicked at the ground slightly. "I… don't know… Maybe we should just stop."

"Stop completely?" Kurt asked softly. He could arleady tell Blaine didn't mean that though. The way his voice got softer, his posture, everything was just so telling. Blaine was already feeling littler than he had been five minutes ago.

"Yeah," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself.

Kurt nodded slowly. "Please explain."

"Well, it's just… this is how I… deal with things, I guess, right? But it's not what normal do. It's not at all. And I hate that. I want to be able to deal with things on my own, like a normal person." he admitted, refusing to look up.

Kurt took a step closer to Blaine. With his thumb, he gently prompted Blaine's chin upward, forcing them to have eye contact. "Blaine," he started softly, "There's nothing wrong with what we do, with what you need. We already know, tons of other people need it. It's not unhealthy at all. It may be an alternative coping mechanism, but you're not huritng yourself, nor are you hurting anybody else. You've found a way to get all of the stress built up inside of you out, and that's so, so amazing. Many 'normal' people have a problem with that." He finished by kissing Blaine's cheek gently.

"But… aren't you getting sick of it?" Blaine asked quiekly.

Kurt laughed at that, forcing Blaine to frown with worry. Kurt smiled and kissed his lips gently. "No, no. I'm not sick of it, Blaine. I've come to really love it. I like taking care of you and making you happy. I don't know how to explain it to you, B, but it really makes me feel so good and warm inside."

Blaine bit his lip and nodded slowly. Although they've discussed it before, Blaine was terrified of burdening Kurt with his little side. He knew he could be a handful sometimes and was afraid that Kurt might get bored or sick of him. To know Kurt was still getting enjoyment out of it, that he /wanted/ this, it helped Blaine. He felt himself leaning into Kurt's chest, sighing happily.

Kurt smiled and kissed the top of Blaine's head. "I think somebody needs a bubble bath, huh?"

Blaine giggled and nodded.