Author's Note: Just the epilogue after this! If anyone has prompts for this versus, let me know!
Despite almost missing their flight - between sharing a bathroom and the traffic in New York, it was bound to happen - they landed in Ohio twenty minutes early and in one piece. Blaine's parents picked them up from the airport, driving the two of them to Westerville and asking questions about their trip.
For the most part, Kurt let Blaine answer the questions. Despite the Andersons' genuine appreciation for what he'd done, he still wasn't entirely sure how to act around them. Back in high school the few times that he had met the two of them, they had been friendly towards him, but they'd never exchanged more than a few words. Despite Blaine's assurances in the past that they liked him, Kurt wasn't sure he fully believed that.
So he sat back and let Blaine catch up with his parents, feeling himself relax at the ease with which the three of them interacted now. He stared out the window, watching cars on the highway while he listened to the conversation, happy to have a distraction from the Did-Last-Week-Mean-Something debate that was still raging in his head despite all obvious signs from Blaine pointing to no. He was having a hard time getting the hopeful little voice in his head to shut up, particularly with the extra affection Blaine had been showing the past few days.
Once they reached the Anderson residence, the two of them settled into their rooms - Blaine going to his old bedroom, and Kurt being shown a guest room next door. An hour later, Pam called them for dinner.
"How's New York treating you boys?" she asked, once the four of them were settled around the table, putting food on their plates. "You two always sound so busy! I'm sure you're glad that finals are over."
"Relieved is more like it," Blaine sighed, spooning mashed potatoes onto his plate before passing the dish to his dad. "It's too bad you two couldn't make it to my recital, but you got the video Kurt took of it, right?"
"Yes! We loved it, didn't we Mark?" Pam said, looking across the table at her husband.
"All those piano lessons really paid off," he agreed. "Speaking of school, when do grades come out?"
"Mark," Pam sighed, setting down her fork. "We talked about this."
"Alright, alright," he looked over at Blaine, a teasing light in his eyes. "How's married life treating you? Any grandkids going to be appearing soon?"
Kurt let out a surprised laugh while Blaine grinned down at his plate and Pam shook her head at her husband.
"What?" Mark asked in mock confusion. "We had Cooper after being married only six months."
Blaine rolled his eyes fondly. "Married life was going just fine until you decided to start this conversation."
"Okay," Mark huffed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I see when my conversation topics aren't wanted," he laughed. "Any of you want to offer something up?"
Kurt shifted in his seat, glancing across the table at Blaine who was carefully adding dressing to his salad. "We have a rule about not discussing finals for a week after they happen, and that's about all that's new with us," he replied calmly, setting the salad dressing back down. "What have the two of you been up to? We haven't really talked in a few weeks," Blaine added, glancing between his parents.
"Work," his dad supplied dully, cutting into his steak.
Kurt's eyes flitted over to Pam who had straightened up, smiling over at Blaine. "There was a sudden influx of calls from groups of high school and college groups looking for volunteer work over the summer, so I've been coordinating volunteer groups like crazy. We have groups lined up from now until mid August." She reached over and patted Blaine's hand, a gesture Kurt knew far too well from when Blaine would try to comfort him. "Sorry I haven't called you, I've been pretty swamped."
She squeezed his hand once before letting go and turning to Kurt. "How have you been? You've been awfully quiet so far."
"How'd your performance last week go?" Mark asked.
Kurt set down his fork, hands moving to twist in his lap nervously. "It-"
"His performance was amazing," Blaine interrupted. "He blew it out of the water."
Kurt raised an eyebrow.
Blaine bit his lip, a blush coloring his cheeks. "Sorry. Did you want to answer that?" he asked by way of an apology.
"Maybe," Kurt teased, thrilling at the flirtatious lilt to Blaine's voice. He turned his attention back to Pam and Mark after a moment. "According to one source, I was 'amazing,' so- ow!" he glared across the table at Blaine who had just kicked him. "I think it went well."
Mark laughed. "I'm glad to hear that, Blaine told me how worried you were about it."
Kurt looked across the table, surprised, to find Blaine blushing, suddenly very focused on his plate. He hadn't realized that Blaine talked to his parents about him.
"It was probably all he's heard about from me for the past few weeks," he said, turning back to Mark. "Working with a group can be a challenge when it's for school."
"It can be a challenge in the office too," Mark agreed.
"Oh, don't tell them that, Mark," Pam said. "It just depends who you're working with." She took a bite of mashed potatoes. "Are you boys looking forward to the Warbler reunion tomorrow?"
Blaine immediately perked up. "Of course! It's going to be Warblers from the past five years. I can't wait to seem them all together again."
Kurt laughed. "You're going to have to introduce me to some of them because I really only know the guys from my year."
"Oh don't you worry about that, husband," Blaine winked jokingly. "The ones you haven't met are looking forward to meeting you. Well, at the least the ones who I was in the Warblers with are."
"Okay, husband," Kurt rolled his eyes a little. "Sounds like a plan."
"Kurt, time to wake up!" Kurt groaned at the sound of Blaine's far too energetic voice. He pulled the blankets closer. "We have things to do!" Kurt waved a hand out, trying to smack Blaine as he bounced on the bed. "Kurt!"
"Go 'way," Kurt grumbled, eyes shut tight. He heard a loud sigh and then felt Blaine move under the covers. He cracked an eye open, peering over at Blaine. "What're you doing?"
"Since you won't get out, I figure I'll just have to join you."
He shot a careful look over at Blaine before raising an eyebrow. "So I can sleep a little longer?"
Blaine grinned. "Yeah."
Letting his eyes fall shut, Kurt shifted, trying to get more comfortable. He startled a few minutes later as Blaine poked his side. "What?" he grumbled.
"It's really nice out!"
"Sleep," Kurt intoned, opening his eyes again to glare at Blaine. "You were just yawning and agreeing to more sleep three minutes ago!"
"I know, but I got bored," Blaine sighed. "I'm all excited and antsy and my emotions are-" he shot a wry grin at Kurt. "I can't fall back asleep, I need a distraction."
Kurt's immediate thought was I know one way I could distract you but he pushed past it because now was definitely not the time. "You couldn't go talk to your parents or something?" Kurt finally asked, resigning himself to being awake. "They couldn't entertain you?"
"You're better at it," Blaine shrugged, cheeks turning pink.
"I was planning on doing my morning workout routine but I guess-"
"No, no, you can do it," Blaine interrupted. "I wouldn't want to disrupt your plans."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "So it's just my sleep schedule you're okay disrupting?"
Blaine huffed, looking a little embarrassed. "Maybe…"
Kurt laughed. "Maybe?" he teased.
Shoving his shoulder, Blaine rolled closer to Kurt. "Fine. I admit it, I wanted to spend time with you!"
It was Kurt's turn to blush. "I guess I could spend some time with you," Kurt teased. "Got any specific plans?"
"Hmm," Blaine hummed. "That depends."
Kurt looked over at him suspiciously. "Depends on what?"
"On how you feel about picnics."
Kurt yawned, finally sitting up. "Is there going to be time to change before the reunion?"
"Yup! Now go get dressed. I have some food to prepare."
Blaine drove them a few miles, pulling over near a stretch of woods. "We're going in there?" Kurt raised an eyebrow as he got out of the car, staring skeptically at the forest.
"Just a little way in," Blaine confirmed, getting the picnic basket out of the backseat.
Kurt eyes the woods critically. It wasn't that he was opposed to the outdoors, he'd just been in NYC for too long apparently, and had been expecting something more akin to picnicking on the well groomed grass of Central Park.
"Come on," Blaine grabbed his hand. "We can start singing songs from Into the Woods if that helps."
Kurt laughed, allowing Blaine to lead him. "I think I'm good, thanks. Just please tell me we're not going to get lost out here."
Blaine slowed his pace so Kurt could walk next to him, clasped hands swinging between them.
"Just a little further. there's this little spot and- you'll see."
They kept walking for a few minutes, Kurt shooting a look at Blaine occasionally because they were still holding hands. Just as Kurt had gathered the courage to say something about it, Blaine stopped walking and dropped his hand.
"Here we are!" he gestured to a little stream that ran alongside a few picnic tables.
"It's… beautiful," Kurt said, taking it all in. "Especially with all the flowers blooming right now."
"Exactly," Blaine grinned. "The perfect location for us to catch up."
Smiling, Kurt approached the cleanest table, "You got a towel in there?" Blaine nodded, reaching into the picnic basket and tossing him one. Kurt wiped the dirt off the bench with it. "So," he sat down. "What'd you bring?"
They talked their way through lunch, eating the sandwiches Blaine made and stopping every once in a while to try and throw grapes in each others mouths. A while later, Blaine reached into the picnic basket once more.
"So I brought some dessert… it might not be in the best shape anymore, but…" Kurt straightened his back, trying to see what Blaine was pulling out of the basket.
"You brought cheesecake?!"
"I may have… mentioned to my mom that it was your favorite. She had some in the fridge so I stole it for us."
Kurt reached his hands out impatiently.
Blaine raised an eyebrow in return. "Yes?"
"Can I please have some cheesecake?" Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
"Of course," Blaine stuck his tongue out. He passed Kurt a fork before unveiling the cake with a little "ta da!"
"You are too adorable for your own good," Kurt said intently focused on the cheesecake.
"Um," Kurt glanced up to see Blaine tug at his bowtie, looking a little flustered. Kurt shrugged to himself, taking another bite of cheesecake, moaning quietly as a burst of strawberry hit his tongue. "So you like it then?"
"Love it," Kurt said, around a mouthful of it.
"You have some-" Blaine leaned forward, his finger brushing alone the corner of Kurt's mouth. Kurt froze, afraid that if he moved he'd end up doing something wildly inappropriate - like sucking on Blaine's thumb. Blaine seemed to finally register how in Kurt's personal space he was when his fingers moved to cup Kurt's cheek, and he froze as well.
He blinked, looking a little startled, but to Kurt's utter disbelief, he didn't pull his hand back. He actually leaned a little closer. "I-"
Blaine's phone went off, startling them both. Blaine's hand flew to his pocket as he scrambled to turn it off, breaking the moment.
"That was the, uh, the," Blaine's cheeks were pink and he was looking anywhere but at Kurt. "That as the alarm saying we need to get ready for the Warbler thing. I guess- umm," Blaine rubbed the back of his neck. "We should probably go get ready."
"Yeah, yeah," Kurt agreed, heart sinking a little. He was so sure something had been about to happen.
Most of the Warblers flocked to Blaine the moment they entered their old practice room. There were cheers and shouts of excitement, and Kurt quickly found himself falling back a little to avoid the bulk of the crowd, whose attention was focused on Blaine.
Not seeing Blaine glancing around for him, Kurt headed to the refreshment table with plans to pick up drinks for himself and Blaine. He was halfway there when someone called his name. He turned, surprised to find Sebastian looking him over.
"How'd you do it?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. He'd never really liked Sebastian. "How'd I do what?"
"Get Blaine to marry you. He's sex on a stick and you're…" Sebastian raised an eyebrow disdainfully. "A-"
"Hello Sebastian," Blaine interrupted. Kurt struggled not to look surprised by his appearance as Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist. He'd been sure that Blaine would immediately get caught up talking to his Warbler friends. "How have you been?" His smile was polite, but his eyes flashed dangerously.
Sebastian's attention was immediately captured as his eyes traveled up and down Blaine's body, lingering on his biceps before making eye contact. "I'm doing even better now, killer," he winked, taking a step closer.
Blaine let out a humorless laugh as Kurt forced himself not to give Sebastian a tongue lashing. "I'm glad you're enjoying the reunion. It's really great to see everyone again. Now if you'll excuse us, Kurt and I need to talk to Jeff about something."
With a nod at Sebastian, Blaine pulled Kurt away, towards where Jeff was standing talking to Wes.
"I can't believe I just saw Blaine Anderson almost be mean to someone," Kurt teased.
"Oh shut up," Blaine laughed, bumping his shoulder lightly. "I can be mean to people."
"I know you can be," Kurt said, glancing over at him, surprised to find Blaine staring right back. "I rarely see it though."
Blaine shrugged, cheeks tinged pink as he looked away. "Sebastian has been completely disrespectful towards you too many times for me to just let him get away with it." Blaine squeezed his hand, "Besides, Jeff wanted us to come talk to him about potential Warbler numbers to perform later."
"Damn it," Kurt said, coming to a halt ten feet away from Jeff and Wes.
"What?" Blaine asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"I left my list of Blaine Warbler solos at your parents' house!" he said, managing to keep a straight face for three seconds before laughing.
Blaine's face quickly transformed from concerned to amused. He rolled his eyes. "It's okay, I have the list of Kurt and Blaine duets memorized."
"Stop giving each other doe eyes, and come over here!" Jeff called, startling Kurt out of their moment.
He blushed, glancing over at Blaine who gave him a sheepish grin. "Come on," Blaine said, jerking his head towards Jeff. "Think we can get Wes to let us try something new?"
"Doubtful, but we can always stage a mid-song coup."
"You, Kurt Hummel, are a genius," Blaine laughed. Then, seemingly unable to stop himself, Blaine bounced up on his toes and kissed Kurt on the cheek.
Once they had wrapped up their conversation with Jeff and Wes, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, tugging him towards the door.
"Where're we going?" Kurt asked as Blaine led him past the last group of Warbler alumni.
"To do something I should have a long time ago."
"To- what?"
Blaine slowed down as they reached the hall, allowing Kurt to catch up but not letting go of his hand.
"It has to do with last week."
"Last week?"
"At the club?"
Kurt's stomach dropped unpleasantly. "What exactly...?"
The question hung in the air as Blaine lead him into a student lounge where they had spent many hours studying together.
Out of sheer nerves, Kurt slipped free to walk the perimeter of the room. "Ooo I'd forgotten how-"
"Kurt?" There was a nervous tremor in Blaine's voice.
Kurt paused, fingers brushing the spines of a few books. "Yeah?" he asked taking a deep breath before turning around.
Blaine shifted his weight nervously before sitting down on one of the couches. "Come sit with me."
"Okay, what's up?" Kurt asked mildly worried now, settling down carefully next to Blaine. "If this is about how things have been dif-" Blaine reached out, touching his shoulder and Kurt immediately stopped talking.
"I-" his hands knotted in his lap as he glanced down. After a moment, he looked back up, confidence replacing the insecure look in his eyes. "I wasn't going to tell you yet because I didn't want to make this," he held up his left hand, ring glinting in the fading sunlight, "awkward. Being back here again, with you, especially after last week, kind of… changed things I guess? And I just can't keep making up excuses to avoid it."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, brain whirring with possibilities, heart thumping wildly in his chest.
"Kurt," Blaine reached his right hand out, shakily settling it on Kurt's left. "I- I'm in love with you." Kurt's heart skipped a beat. "I've been in love with you since our Dalton days I just- I pushed it aside because suddenly you were going back to McKinley and I figured that the last thing you needed was me trying to pull you back here. And then there was Chandler and I guess I just buried my feelings because these past few months-" he cut himself off, shaking his head a little. "I don't think I ever really stopped being in love with you." Blaine stumbled over his words a little as Kurt just gaped at him. "I'm not expecting anything, I just thought it was only f-"
Finally managing to break out of his shock, Kurt leaned forward, sealing his lips over Blaine's. He was done waiting.
Luckily, Blaine was quick on the uptake, one hand coming up to Kurt's shoulder while the other snuck around his waist as he pushed into the kiss. It was so much better sober.
When they pulled apart minutes later, Blaine's eyes were filled with awe. Kurt was sure his reflected something similar. "So, uh," Blaine stuttered, eyes looking anywhere but at Kurt, his cheeks flushed. "We should probably go back in there," he gestured lamely behind him.
Kurt dropped his hand to Blaine's knee. "I think they can go ten whole minutes without Blaine Warbler," he breathed out as Blaine's eyes finally met his.
For a moment, Kurt felt like they were frozen in time, but then Blaine was surging forward, their lips connecting once more.
"There you guys are!" Trent shouted when they re-entered the party a half hour later. "I see you've been busy," he added with a smirk.
Kurt blushed while Blaine's eyes bugged out a little.
"I was afraid you guys had left without saying anything," David said, joining them. He squinted at Kurt's bowtie. "Wait... wasn't that the bow tie Blaine was wearing earlier?" His eyes widened as he glanced between them. "Did you run off to have sex?!"
Kurt blanched while Blaine merely laughed, squeezing his hand. "And risk one of you guys walking in on us? I don't think so." He cleared this throat, thumb rubbing over the back of Kurt's hand. "We may have realized that we never got a chance to kiss at Dalton though and wandered off to fix that."
David raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Kurt tugged at Blaine's hand. "We were actually just on our way to get some refreshments before the singing starts," he said with a nod before pulling Blaine away.
"You switched our bowties?" he hissed at Blaine once they were out of earshot. Blaine merely grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. "I bet my hair's a mess too-"
"Kurt," Blaine said softly, pulling them to a stop in order to face each other. "I would never lie about the state of your hair. Are you-" he sighed sadly. "Are you regretting this? Is that why you're freaking out? Because I thought we were both on board, but if you're not comfortable..."
He let the sentence hang as Kurt took a breath, reining in his panic. "No. No, of course not."
"Good," Blaine beamed, rocking up onto his toes for a brief kiss. "Good."
"We should probably swap our bowties back though. That one does not match your outfit."
Blaine rolled his eyes fondly. "So now would be an okay time to mention that yours doesn't work so well either?"
Kurt's eyes widened. "How did I not notice you switched them?"
"Well, I have it on good authority that my hands are magic."
Kurt turned bright red. "Don't say things like that," he hissed. "People are going to think we really did do it in there."
"I'm having trouble remembering why we didn't," Blaine said, voice a little lower, as he pulled Kurt closer, tucking his hands into Kurt's back pockets.
"Well, well, well," a voice interrupted them, causing Blaine to pull away from Kurt.
"Exhibit A," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. "Hello again Sebastian."
"You two look mighty close," he said, eyeing them beadily.
"Well, we are married," Blaine replied coolly, grabbing Kurt's hand.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "No need to get all possessive, I just came over here to make an offer."
"And that's what exactly?"
"Well," Sebastian drawled, regaining some of his swagger. "I wanted to let you know that if you're ever looking for a little… spice," he winked at Blaine. "You have my number," he stepped forward, slipping a piece of paper into Blaine's pocket while the two of them stood frozen in shock. "I wouldn't say no to a threesome."
Before Kurt could say anything, Sebastian was walking away. Glaring daggers at Sebastian's retreating back, Kurt ground out, "We're either shredding that number or sending it to a bunch of telemarketers."
"We aren't going to call him?" Blaine asked.
Too busy trying to burn a hole through Sebastian, Kurt missed the laughter in Blaine's voice. "No!" he turned to look at Blaine, mildly horrified. "Of course we're not," he made a grab for the paper. "Give me that."
"I was joking," Blaine laughed, handing the paper over. "I have no interest in spending more time than necessary with him."
"You better have been joking," Kurt grumbled.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Come on, we've got some karaoke to partake in, and then we can see about finally consummating this marriage."
"We are not doing…" Kurt glanced around, noticing the number of people who could overhear them. "That when your parents are home."
"We're adults-"
"Exactly. We have some self-control," Blaine pouted, hurt lingering in his eyes. "Look," Kurt said quietly, resting his forehead against Blaine's. "I want to. I do. But I want to be able to take my time and not worry about someone interrupting us. Besides," he added with a laugh. "We've gone about this whole thing backwards. We should probably give ourselves a little time to adjust before we get down and dirty."
"Down and dirty?" Blaine giggled.
"You're impossible," Kurt huffed.
"Mmm, but I love you," Blaine leaned forward, kissing Kurt lightly. "And you love me."
"Since the day I met you."
Around eleven they pulled up in front of Blaine's parents' house. They left the car running for a few minutes, finishing off their sing-a-long to Since You Been Gone, before climbing out.
When Blaine came around the side of the car, he weaved their fingers together. "I'd say this evening went rather well, how about you?"
Kurt laughed. "It definitely did not go as expected."
"It was a good surprise though, right?"
"The best," Kurt said, squeezing Blaine's hand as they walked up the front steps.
They stopped in front of the door, Kurt expecting Blaine to pull his key out to let them both in. He didn't though. Instead he just stood there staring at it.
"Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"Are we going inside, or…?"
"Um-" Blaine turned to face him, blushing a little. "I was- I know it's maybe a little cliche, but can I kiss you goodnight?"
Kurt shot him a confused look. "Sure… can we go inside now?"
"A kiss goodnight at the door," Blaine laughed. "Right now. Come on, we can pretend that you're dropping me off after our first date. It'll be adorable."
Kurt bit his bottom lip to suppress a giggle. "Okay," he let go of Blaine's hand, stepping closer and placing his hands on Blaine's hips. "I had a really nice time tonight Blaine."
Blaine grinned. "Thank you for coming along as my date."
"Thank you for insisting I join you."
They stared at each other for a long moment before they both burst out laughing.
"Okay, now that we have that out of the way, can we kiss? I want to get inside before the mosquitoes find us."
In response, Blaine rocked up a little on his toes, pressing their lips together while one of his hands moved to Kurt's cheek, guiding him closer.
Kurt wasn't sure how long they stood there kissing, but they were eventually brought back to reality by the front light flickering on and off.
Blaine glanced up. "Wha-?"
Kurt looked into the living room to see Blaine's mom laughing. He blushed. "I think your parents may have spotted us."
Blaine sighed. "I guess it's time to go in and face the music then?"
"Well you don't have to sound so excited about it," Kurt laughed, poking Blaine's side. "Besides, we're married."
Walking into the house, they were met with Blaine's parents, both now in the hallway. "Any news you boys would like to share?" Pam asked, smirking at the two of them as they blushed. "Because last I heard you two were just friends who happened to be married. After that display out there though, we have some doubts."
"Mom!" Blaine cringed. "It's- We-"
Kurt took pity on him. "We got together at the party. We're- dating now I guess?" he said, looking over at Blaine questioningly.
"I thought this might happen," Mark said, looking amused.
"What?" Blaine laughed. "We had no idea it was going to happen, how would you?"
"I've seen enough of those holiday movies where two strangers pretend to date or get married for whatever reason, to know how this goes."
Blaine stared at him. "Dad, what are you doing watching Hallmark movies?"
"What? They're good background noise. You barely have to pay attention to the plot."
"...Right. Well, we, ah, we're going to go upstairs then?"
"Goodnight!" His mom called after them as they headed for the stairs. "We're going to have lunch as a family tomorrow so we can talk about this."
"Okay Mom, goodnight!"
They bounded up the stairs, Blaine tugging Kurt along as they went. When they reached the top, Blaine pulled Kurt towards his own room - not the guest bedroom where Kurt had slept the night before.
"Blaine, my-"
"Sleep in here tonight? Just sleep, I promise. I just-" Blaine paused, kissing Kurt lightly. "I want to wake up next to you. If that's alright?"
"Of course." Kurt tried to let go of Blaine's hand so he could get his pjs, but Blaine held on. "I need to change first," Kurt laughed.
"Oh, right. Okay." Blaine let go. "I'll see you in a few minutes then?"
"Alright." Kurt didn't move.
"Alright."
"Okay," Kurt took a step back. "I'm going now. I'll be back." He darted forward, pressing a kiss to Blaine's lips before he managed to tear his gaze from Blaine's, spinning around and heading to the guest bedroom with a smile spreading across his face. What a night.
Kurt woke up the next morning to the sound of Blaine snoring softly next to his ear. He smiled, shifting slightly so he could see Blaine. He looked so peaceful, eyelashes fanning across his cheeks, hair a mess, and his mouth hanging open just a little.
Kurt was so in love with him. And, even better, Blaine loved him too.
He grinned, kissing the tip of Blaine's nose. Blaine shifted a little in his sleep, and for a moment, Kurt thought he had woken up.
Kurt sighed, pulling back a little, content to just watch Blaine sleep a while longer. He needed sometime to bask in finally having Blaine as a - boyfriend? husband? His.
At some point, Kurt must have drifted off to sleep again because the next thing he knew, he was suddenly being woken up to Blaine's lips on his.
He smiled. "Good morning."
Blaine grinned back. "Good morning, Sunshine." Kurt yawned, stretching, before shuffling his head onto Blaine's shoulder. "You're adorable when you sleep."
Kurt blushed. "You've seen me sleep before," he pointed out.
"Yeah, well," Blaine scoffed. "I was never allowed to tell you that before."
"You're underestimating how long I've been in love with you," Kurt replied dryly.
Blaine lit up, rolling over to kiss Kurt soundly on the mouth.
Kurt laughed when Blaine pulled away. "What was that for?"
"You love me."
"Yes, yes I do," Kurt grinned back at him. "And you love me."
"A thing that needs celebration!"
"We're at your par-"
"I know," Blaine cut him off. "Can we at least have a healthy makeout session before we get up and I give you the grand tour of Westerville?"
"Mmm," Kurt agreed, hands find their way to Blaine's bare chest. "As if I could refuse that offer."
"Hey Dad!" Kurt called, entering the house with a suitcase in hand, Blaine behind him.
"You're early," Burt commented, entering the hall. He stepped forward and immediately pulled Kurt into a hug. "The drive went well then?"
Kurt nodded, pulling away after a moment. "No traffic."
Blaine stepped forward, holding his hand out for Burt to shake.
"It's good to see you again sir,"
Burt rolled his eyes. "You're my son-in-law, you get a hug."
After a family dinner with Burt, Carole, Finn, and Rachel, Kurt and Blaine settled down for a movie with Burt and Carole while Finn and Rachel left for a movie of their own.
Kurt made some popcorn before entering the living room. He hesitated a fraction of a second before settling down on the couch next to Blaine. Blaine immediately moved to curl up next to Kurt, leaning into him, Carole shooting a curious smile in their direction.
Halfway through the movie, Kurt took his eyes off the TV, moving to kiss Blaine softly when he looked over at him.
Blaine grinned at him, shifting closer as Kurt put an arm around him.
"The two of you do know," Burt started to say, causing the two of them to look over at him and Carole, reminded of their presence, "You don't have to keep up the married act now that Finn and Rachel are gone, right?"
The two of them glanced at each other before looking back at Burt and Carole. "We, uh," Kurt paused before being interrupted by the phone ringing.
Burt sighed, moving to stand up. "I should get that, no one calls this late on a Saturday for no reason."
They all listened as he answered the phone, talking to someone on the other end who apparently was having car trouble and hoped for a tow. By the time Burt had returned to the living room, having phoned one of the tow guys he had on call this weekend, the moment for their conversation had passed, and they all went back to the movie.
Once it had ended, Kurt told Blaine to head up to bed while he helped clean up. He wanted to talk to his dad about them by himself. He knew Burt was going to ask again.
"Wanna tell me what's going on with you and Blaine?" Burt asked, as Kurt finished putting their bowls in the dishwasher.
Kurt bit down on a smile. "What do you mean?" he asked innocently, not turning around.
"Come on kid, I'm not blind. You two looked awful cozy on that couch, more so than usual."
Kurt grinned, finally turning around to face his dad. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes, we're dating. We're- it's new as of two days ago, but we're giving it a try." He bounced a little on his toes.
"Giving it a try?" Burt asked, raising an eyebrow. "You do know this is you and Blaine you're talking about, right?"
Kurt shrugged. "I can't exactly say 'I think this is it, I think I'm going to marry him, Dad!'"
Burt laughed, stepping forward to hug him. "Well, I'm happy for the two of you. You coulda just told me you know."
Kurt pulled away from the hug, heading for the door now. "Finn and Rachel were around and I couldn't risk them overhearing. It only happened a few days ago"
When he got upstairs, he found Blaine lying in bed waiting for him. He smiled. "My dad knows." Blaine grinned, reaching out for him. "Just give me five minutes, I need to brush my teeth."
"Hurry up, I want to cuddle," Blaine teased. "And I need to hear all about how your conversation with Burt went."
"You will," he grinned at Blaine. "Just don't fall asleep while I'm gone," he winked.
"I think I can stay awake long enough," Blaine rolled his eyes. "It's not even eleven yet."
Kurt laughed. "Okay." He walked to the door, looking back as he reached it. Blaine grinned at him, blowing him a kiss.
"Hurry back."
On Sunday Kurt headed over to the loft for the Tony Award show party that Rachel was throwing. He showed up a few hours early as planned, to help set up. Blaine was supposed to meet him there later - when the party was actually supposed to start.
It was oddly refreshing to spend some time in the loft, just Santana, Rachel, and himself. He missed the two girls more than he ever let himself admit. "When's McGellin showing up?" Okay. He did not miss that.
"Blaine, is going to be here at eight." He paused in his efforts to clean the counter, looking over his shoulder at her. "When's your fuck of the week getting here?" he asked sweetly.
To his astonishment, Santana didn't have a witty retort. Instead, it was Rachel who spoke up. "Brittany's coming tonight."
"Really?" Kurt asked, surprised he hadn't known.
Santana pursed her lips as Rachel continued speaking. "She finished finals yesterday and told Santana she'd be visiting."
Kurt opened his mouth, unsure how to respond to this, seeing as how Santana was clearly freaking out more than a little bit over this.
Santana shook her head at him, saving him the trouble of having to find something to say. "Just- shut up. I'm going to see what happens."
Nodding, Kurt went back to cleaning the counters, knowing it wasn't really his place to interfere with that whole mess. There wasn't really much he could even say except- "Just give it an actual chance? Don't- don't throw a lot of pressure at it and then immediately panic if it doesn't seem to be working out."
She didn't respond, instead choosing to turn on the vacuum, which Kurt took as a good sign. At least she wasn't attacking him for talking to her about it.
Once she'd finished cleaning the living room carpet, Kurt turned the conversation towards Rachel. "How're things with you and Finn?"
"Good," she sighed. "I miss him, it always sucks when one of us has to leave." She sighed before brightening up a little. "Did he tell you that he's going to visit next month?"
"Thank God I won't be here!" Santana called from behind her curtain.
"I'm happy about that too!" Rachel called back. "He couldn't make it tonight because he has to focus on the Glee club. It also wouldn't make much sense for him to pay for the flight right after I just visited."
Kurt patted her arm sympathetically. "It'll work out eventually. He just needs to work out his dreams and hopefully realize that he doesn't have to live in Ohio to achieve them."
Rachel nodded before straightening up, shaking off the lingering sadness. "How're you and Blaine?"
Kurt tried not to beam at her. "We're good. Really, really good." He bit his lip, staring down at the forks, remembering last night when he'd come home to way too many (fake, it was a New York apartment after all) candles in their apartment and a surprise romantic dinner courtesy of Blaine. It'd been followed by a formal request by Blaine for Kurt to move into his room - permanently.
He glanced up to catch Santana giving him a calculating look. "Does that mean there won't be a weird cloud hanging over your place next time I stop by."
Kurt rolled his eyes, but decided not to snipe back at her because he knew Brittany's impending arrival was making her nervous. "There was never a cloud, but if you want to come over at some point, we can have a movie night soon."
Blaine arrived at seven, and the two of them promptly moved to the couch where they sat close together to watch the pre-Tony's red carpet.
"We're going to be there one day," Rachel commented, settling down in the armchair next to them as a few people trickled into the apartment.
"Promise I'll be your plus one when you get to go?" Kurt asked, twisting to look at her.
"As long as I get to be yours!"
"Deal," Kurt agreed, holding his pinky out to her. "Pinky promise."
"Hey!" Blaine huffed, trying to pull Kurt's hand away from Rachel.
"What?" Kurt asked once Rachel and successfully hooked pinkies with him.
"As your husband I should get first dibs!" Rachel got up to greet some guests.
"Don't worry sweetie," Kurt grinned, patting Blaine on the cheek in what was meant to be a comforting manner, but was clearly not taken that way given Blaine's pout. "Of course I'll be your plus one when you go to the Tony's."
For all of three seconds Blaine managed to look offended before he pulled Kurt closer to himself, wrapping his arms tightly around his middle. He rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder. "Why can't I be your arm candy at the Tony's?" he pouted.
Kurt laughed, pulling back far enough to kiss his cheek. "Don't worry, I'll sneak you in."
"Hey guys!" Elliott interrupted, joining them on the couch. "I'm surprised you're here," he said, smiling at them both.
Kurt blinked as Blaine loosened his hold on him a bit. "Why?"
"Well unless you've repeatedly been using the 'Blaine and I have plans' excuse in order to avoid me, you two have been pretty wrapped up in each other since you got back from Ohio."
Kurt bit his lip to prevent a giant grin from spreading across his face.
"I have been monopolizing his time lately, haven't I?" Blaine's tone was apologetic, but the look on his face was anything but.
"Blaine!" a guy called out from across the room. "Get over here!"
Blaine looked over and sighed. "I should go talk to him. You two want anything while I'm up?" he asked, disentangling himself from Kurt and standing up.
"I could use a refill," Kurt said with a nod to his empty wine glass while Elliott declined the offer with a shake of his head.
"How've you been Elliott? I'm sorry we haven't gotten to hang out."
"Don't worry about it," Elliott dismissed with a wave of his hand.
"Besides," he added, his eyes sweeping up and down Kurt's body. "I think the real question is 'how have you been?' I don't think I've ever seen you this happy and relaxed."
Kurt wouldn't have been able to stop the smile that spread across his face even if he'd wanted to. "I'm…" his eyes found the back of Blaine's head across the room.
"We're taking advantage of summer break. It's amazing how much more free time we both seem to have when there aren't deadlines looming over us. I mean, I have my job - Isabelle's paying me now! Did I tell you? - And Blaine's been going to some tryouts, but," he shrugged. "We both have evenings free now."
Elliott smirked. "So you're having a lot more sex?"
"Yes," Kurt said, trying to remain as aloof as possible so as to avoid further questions. "Now tell me what you've been up to!"
"You know," Blaine commented, while they washed the weeks dishes together a few weeks later. "We haven't really gone out on a date yet."
Kurt set the plate he'd just finished drying into its proper cabinet. "We've been ...busy." Kurt winked at Blaine before smacking him on the ass with the towel he'd been drying dishes with.
Blaine laughed, making a grab for him and promptly tugging him closer for a deep kiss. "As I was saying," Blaine playfully admonished, turning off the faucet. "I was thinking we could go out for our six month anniversary. There's this dinner theater that I went to with some of my friends last semester, and I've been wanting to take you there ever since."
A smile spilled across Kurt's face. "I would be honored."
"Yeah?" Blaine asked, disbelief coloring his voice.
"Yeah."
"Okay," Blaine's fingers tightened around Kurt's waist nervously. "I may have already bought tickets… how does Thursday night sound?"
"It sounds a little early for our six month anniversary. Let's just call it a date."
"Okay," Blaine nodded quickly, eyes shining happily.
"Perfect." Kurt tossed the dish towel onto the counter before moving to wrap his arms around Blaine's shoulders. "You know what sounds even better right now?"
"W-what?" Blaine stuttered as Kurt let one of his hands slide down Blaine's back, dipping the tips of his fingers under the waistband of Blaine's jeans.
"It involves you, me," he leaned forward, brushing a kiss against Blaine's lips, "And the bedroom."
They were halfway to the bedroom, Blaine's shirt on the floor somewhere behind them, and Kurt's completely unbuttoned when they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Kurt pulled away with an annoyed huff. "I thought it was just going to be us this evening."
Blaine kissed him briefly before pulling away and locating his shirt. "It still is. I'll get rid of whoever's at the door."
There was another knock and Blaine pulled his shirt back on while Kurt did up the buttons on his own. Blaine opened the door. "Santana?"
"Oh thank god you're home," she said, pushing past Blaine and into the apartment. "Is Kurt here? My dress ripped and I ne-" she froze, eyes widening as they travelled from Kurt's flushed face to Blaine's disheveled appearance. "Holy shit. Were you two about to have sex?"
"Santana," Blaine sighed, closing the door.
"We are married," Kurt retorted. "It shouldn't be that big of a surprise."
"I just-" she glanced between them. "Nevermind. Help me stitch this up and I'll get out of your hair."
Kurt sighed, but moved to get his sewing kit. "Blaine? Can you get her something to wear while I work on it?"
"I want this done quick, Hummel! Do I really need to take it off?"
"If you want it to look halfway decent," Kurt said, pulling his sewing kit out of the guest room closet. "Plus, this way I won't have to worry about stabbing you by mistake."
He returned to the living room at the same time Blaine did, sweatpants and a t-shirt in hand.
"You go change real quick and I'll have this fixed up in no time."
She left the room, and Blaine glanced over at him. "We're still having sex once she leaves, right?"
"Yes," Kurt laughed, moving to kiss Blaine lightly. "It shouldn't take more than a few minutes to fix her dress up." He opened his sewing kit, looking for thread that would match her dress best. "And then I'm sure we can pick up right where we left off."