Kurt and Mercedes decided to retire in the evening of Friday. They bought everything they needed, replacements for Kurt and new products for Mercedes, as well as some clothes that both teenagers could not resist. They slipped into Breadstix for a quick dinner.

"Thank you so much, Kurt!" Mercedes said as the pair waited for their meals. She reached across the table to hold the boy's hands. "My skin is gonna look fine, thanks to you." Kurt grinned at his friend.

"No, thank you, Mercedes!" He replied warmly. "If you weren't here, I don't think I would have enjoyed myself as much! And besides, I always enjoy your company." Mercedes beamed and released Kurt's hands.

"Yeah, it's nice just having sometime between the two of us," stated Mercedes. "Rachel can be really nice and all, but sometimes fewer is better." Kurt hummed and nodded in agreement. He glanced around the restaurant and out through the windows, as if he was looking for someone. He had no idea why he was doing it, but something at the back of his mind told him that something important happened today. Mercedes noticed his actions. "You alright, boo?"

Kurt's head snapped towards the girl. He nodded hesitantly. "Just wondering when our food is going to arrive," he made up lamely. It wasn't completely a lie. Indeed, he was hungry, but he wasn't looking for their food. Something was bothering him.

"You sure?" Mercedes quizzed him, raising an eyebrow. Kurt nodded eagerly and sat back in his seat, looking deflated. Mercedes was concerned about her boy, but waved it off, thinking that he was just tired and hungry. She decided to change the topic. "Hey, I haven't seen Blaine around for the past week. Have you?" Kurt sat up straight, his invisible wings shooting through the back of the chair.

"Wha- no, no!" Kurt sputtered and blushed. He didn't know why he was acting so strange today. Mercedes shot him a puzzled look and the boy mentally slapped himself for being so incoherent. "I mean, no, I have not. What gives you the idea that I have?" Kurt crossed his arms across his chest.

"No need to get defensive, white boy," Mercedes sounded wary. "It sounds like you're hiding something." She smirked. Kurt uncrossed his arms and sighed. There wasn't any point in hiding anything from Mercedes.

"Okay, I know where he is, but you have to keep it a secret, okay?" Mercedes struggled to contain her grin, but managed to gesture a 'zip-the-lip' to symbolise that she wasn't going to tell anyone.

"He's in San Francisco." Mercedes' face fell.

"That's it?" She asked, shocked. Kurt nodded. "Why?" Kurt couldn't bring himself to tell Mercedes about what happened last week, so he just shrugged. The girl slumped backwards. "So much for gossip." Silence fell around them, despite the warm chatter which was jostled around them.

Soon, their meals arrived and both teens ate their food in silence, occasionally broken by each other asking if they could pass the salt or pepper. They paid their bills and went their separate ways.

Kurt was greeted by his father, commenting on the lack of shopping bags and guests. The son shrugged of his father's words, wings dragging behind him in his tiredness. He trudged up the stairs and unceremoniously dumped his bags onto his bed, before he grabbed a white tank top and a pair of boxers and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

Once he had finished his shower and put on his clothes, he placed the new bottles and tubes of skin products onto his table, before starting to apply his routine. Once he had completed, he collapsed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. Kurt reached out to grab his phone off the bedside table where he had placed it before his shower, and checked it for messages. There were none. He checked it for the time. It was 9:30 pm and he was so tired from all the walking that he and Mercedes had done that day. Kurt put down his phone and thought back to when he was in Blaine's house. And then he realised that he hadn't told his father about Blaine and Lawrence. Kurt sat up and rushed to the door. He opened it to find himself face to face with the man he was looking for.

"Oh, hi dad," Kurt laughed nervously. "What brings you to my room?" Burt crossed his arms, wings relaxed and shifted his weight from one foot to another.

"I was about to see if you were going to go to sleep, but that doesn't seem to be the case," The man adjusted his cap and shifted his weight again. "And where do you think you're going?"

"I was going to see you, actually. You saved me from going downstairs to find you." Kurt gave his father a small smile and opened the door wider. "Would you like to come in?" Burt nodded and entered Kurt's room, who closed the door behind the man. "Sit down somewhere. I have something to tell you."

"Is it about this Blaine kid?" Burt grumbled as he sat on his son's bed.

"Yes, it is." Kurt mumbled.

"Did he do something to you?" Burt said as he leapt to his feet, as his wings appear to sharpen.

"No! Dad, he didn't. You met him, and you know he's not the kind to do anything bad to anyone." Burt sat back down again, wings softening slightly.

"So, what did he do?"

"Well... uh... He didn't do anything, but..." Kurt didn't know how to tell Burt about Blaine's relation to Lawrence, the man who had killed Burt's wife. Honestly, he was scared about Burt's reaction. What if Burt forbid him to see Blaine again? Or if Burt got too worked up and had another heart attack? The boy gulped and looked at his father directly in the eye. He decided to tell him straight. "You know how last week I went over to Blaine's house?" Burt nodded silently. Kurt took a deep breath. "I... I met his parents and..." Kurt paused and searched his father's eyes for something, anything which would prevent the boy from telling his father about Lawrence. When he saw none, he gulped again and continued. "And, Lawrence- Larry- was there." Kurt averted his gaze and dropped his head, ready to receive some kind of lecture from his father. Seconds past, and his father had not said a word.

Slowly, Kurt raised his head to find that there were silent tears running down Burt's face. Kurt remembered when the last time his father cried. It was the weeks and months after his mother, Burt's wife, had died. Burt would make sure that Kurt was asleep, before sitting by the dining table, head propped up by hands, as he wept. The young Kurt would watch from the shadows, wanting to comfort his father, as both males had lost the same person, but something told the young boy that it was best not to disturb his father. Instead, the boy continued to watch from the shadows for the weeks and months that went by, until he and his father grew strong and moved on.

Burt's wings were not in their sharpened, threatening state; instead, they were sagging behind the man. Kurt walked over to his bed and sat down beside Burt, slowly, the boy wrapped his arms around his crying father, trying to comfort him as much as he could.

"I can't believe it," Burt began. "Why did he choose to come back here?" The man asked rhetorically. Kurt knew the answer, but he didn't dare to speak. Burt turned towards his son, tears still shining on his face. "So you're saying that Lawrence is Blaine's father?" Kurt looked at the floor, but nodded. Burt raised a hand to cover his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose. Kurt hated seeing his father like this. As he stared at the floor, he made a decision that may effectively break his heart. He looked up.

"Look, dad, if you don't want me to be in contact with Blaine any more, I understand-" Kurt was cut off by Burt's open hand in front of his face. The man removed his other hand from his face and looked at Kurt. Green eyes met glaz.

"Kurt, I don't want you to ruin your friendship, especially not with Blaine. I realise that he is the son of... an old enemy, but that shouldn't stop you from being friends with him." Burt held onto the gaze, putting on a small smile for Kurt through his tears. Kurt frowned, although his heart was pounding for his father's decision.

"But, dad..."

"Son, it doesn't matter anymore. All he wanted was to get rid of me and have your mother to himself. Now that she has passed, he's not going to mess with us. He should have learnt his lesson, and what happens in the past should stay in the past." Kurt opened his mouth to object, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Burt chuckled at his son's silence. He wiped away his tears and stood up. "He may be back, but that's not going to stop me from living, is it?" Kurt looked up at his father and shook his head. The man grunted in confirmation and headed towards the door. Before he left the room, he turned around. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?" Kurt thought about telling Burt about Blaine's trip to San Francisco, but thought that the news about Blaine and Lawrence's' relation to each other was enough for Burt's weak heart. Kurt shook his head. "Okay then. Goodnight, son."

"Goodnight, dad." Burt turned off the light and turned around, before turning back around and switching the lights on again.

"And don't think that you're not going to speak to Blaine again because of this, because you are going to. I don't want something that happened to me to affect you." And with a grin, Burt shut the door, forgetting to turn off the light. Kurt sat there on his bed, staring at the space vacated by his father.

Slowly, he lowered his gaze and looked around his bedroom. The clock read 10:15 pm, and a wave of tiredness hit him. Kurt stood up to turn off the light, before falling face-first onto his bed, letting his wings rest on his back. As he breathed, he could feel the feathers tickle him gently on the back of his thighs. The boy sighed and closed his eyes and reflected on what Burt said. Kurt's mind wandered to Blaine, and what the other boy could be doing at that moment. Suddenly, Kurt's eyes flew open, as he realised that Blaine was supposed to be back that day. He reached out to his phone to check for messages, but he found none. Swept by another wave of sleepiness, Kurt put the phone down again. As he felt his eyes become heavy, he decided to text Blaine the first thing the next morning.

Kurt jolted out of his refreshing and comfortable sleep. Even though his eyes were closed, he could see the brightness of the sun behind his eyelids. He didn't know why he woke up. Most of the time, he would wake up because of a sound, as he was the lightest sleeper of the Hudmel family. He could never wake up because his body clock told him to. Kurt sat up and slowly opened his eyes as he rubbed the sleep out of them. He sat in silence, wondering what could have waken him up. The boy glanced at the clock. It was 6:00 am, which meant that everyone was still asleep, so that eliminated Finn's thunderous footsteps in the hallway and his parents' calls for him to wake up. Kurt let himself sit in silence, as he figured that the sound might happen again.

The doorbell rang. Kurt jumped at the suddenness of the sound. Jumping off his bed and rushed downstairs, rebounding off walls and slipping of the carpet. There was a sense of urgency, but he didn't know why. Before he could address it, he was already unlocking the door. He fumbled at the locks and the doorknob, before finally, he pulled open the door with more than enough strength.

And he found himself staring into two, very warm hazel eyes.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed. The other boy beamed up at him. Kurt relaxed. Blaine's focused to behind Kurt, and his smile started to disappear, replaced by a look of surprise and amazement. Kurt was wondering what his visitor was staring at. He turned his head to see what Blaine was looking at, only to see the feathers of his wings. Kurt froze. He knew why Blaine was looking at him like that. Kurt looked back at Blaine, who had a wide grin plastered to his face.

"Good morning, angel," Blaine smiled warmly.

"I'm so sorry Blaine!" Kurt pleaded as he held his hands together in a sign of prayer. "I was going to tell you when you got back and-" Blaine chuckled, grabbed Kurt's hands and pulled the taller boy towards him.

"It's okay," Blaine said into Kurt's ear. "I found out already."

"When?" Kurt pulled back, eyes wide.

"Yesterday. You and Mercedes walked pass our coffee shop, and I saw you." Kurt stared slack-jawed at Blaine. The shorter boy chuckled and shook his head. "But that's not what I'm here for." He cleared his throat. "I want to tell you something." Kurt closed his mouth and nodded for Blaine to continue. The visitor took in a shaky breath. "Kurt, there are moments when you realise things about people and objects that you haven't seen before." Kurt's heart was beating a million miles an hour. He also had no idea that Blaine's heart was doing the same thing. "Yesterday, when I saw you walk past, I felt that, and... well..." Blaine paused to run a hand through his untamed hair. Kurt leaned forward slightly, wanting Blaine to continue. Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes. "I thought to myself 'Oh, there you are,-'".

"'I've been looking for you forever.'" Kurt finished for him. They kept staring at each other.

Kurt swore to himself to remember exactly what happened next. Blaine stepped forward so that he and Kurt were only inches apart. Then, without ever breaking their gaze, they leaned in until their lip[s touched for the second time, only this time, they truly felt feelings for each other. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist as the taller boy brought his arms up around Blaine's neck. Kurt watched as Blaine's eyes fell shut, and his eyes soon followed.

It was just perfect. It was just like their first one they shared, only more personal and... perfect. The two boys remained locked until they both ran out of air. They mutually broke the kiss and opened their eyes to find the other boy smiling in love.

"Do you want to come in and talk before we get too deep?" Kurt asked softly. Blaine giggled and nodded. They unwrapped their arms from each other, already missing the warmth and comfort of each other. Kurt led them to the living room, where they sat on separate seats. Kurt took the one that he occupied when his father told him about the Anderson and Hummel conflict, while Blaine sat down on the one that Burt sat on that day. Kurt leaned forward so that his arms were resting on his knees.

"Can I tell you something?" Blaine asked to break the silence. Kurt hummed in response. "I had feelings for you since the first day we met, but I thought you were just a human, so I couldn't peruse you as I'd wished." Kurt gave him a puzzled look. "You know how I told you I had family issues? Well, being gay and a wing carrier, it's hard to find another like you, so I made a promise to myself that if I were to fall in love, it would be to another gay wing carrier, because then I would be truly be happy. Does that make sense?" Kurt nodded in agreement.

"Then I have to tell you something, too." Blaine leaned forward and mimicked Kurt's position. He motioned for Kurt to keep talking. Kurt inhaled and looked down at his hands. "When I met your father and failed, it wasn't because I thought he was scary." He looked up to see Blaine's perplexed expression. "It was because your father and my father have had some... history between them, and I was caught in it."

Blaine got up from his seat to join Kurt on his. The shorter boy sat on the arm rest and put his hand on Kurt's shoulder as Kurt recounted his father's story up to when Burt found out about Kurt's mother's wings. The taller boy looked up to Blaine, who looked surprised. "Your father didn't tell you about this?" Blaine shook his head in shock. Kurt sighed and continued, telling Blaine about his father's greed and want. Blaine didn't look as shocked as Kurt expected.

"It's so like him to do that." Blaine whispered. Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled the other boy towards him so that they were hugging. Kurt asked if Blaine wanted him to continue, who nodded into Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt continued to tell Blaine the tale of their fathers. He then reached the part when his mother got murdered. Blaine pulled away from the hug with a look of horror distorting his perfect face, and scrambled away from Kurt, heading towards the door. Kurt chased after him.

"Blaine!" he called. "Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, Kurt!" Blaine yelled back without turning when they were outside, his wings looked sharp with anger. "My father had no right to do such a thing!" Tears and anger were evident in his voice, and it broke Kurt's heart to hear Blaine's perfect voice being so torn. Just as about when Blaine mounted his motorcycle, Kurt reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Listen, Blaine. When you said your father 'disappeared' for several years when you were younger, it was because he was in jail." Blaine froze and looked at Kurt. "He's served his sentence already, and he's understood what he's done wrong." Blaine looked away and tried to take his arm back, but Kurt held fast.

"I'm still sorry for what he's done to you and your father-"

"You don't have to take the blame, Blaine. You were only eight years old then. You had nothing to do with it and you didn't know what was going on." Blaine looked back at Kurt. "So did I."

"But you're going to ignore him now? After what he did?" Blaine said as quietly as possible, trying to suppress his anger levels. Kurt nodded.

"'What happens in the past should stay in the past.'" Kurt quoted his father from the previous night. "And that's what I believe." Blaine's wings relaxed. "Look at me." He did so and Kurt gently placed a hand of Blaine's cheek. "It's okay now," Kurt whispered, moving closer to the boy on the motorcycle, their lips barely brushing. "It's okay now, because I have you."

That's the end... for now. :P

OMG a HUGE thanks to everyone who has stuck with me through this fanfic. There will be a longer letter at the end of the next chapter, though.
Don't forget, there's one more chapter, which is the epilogue.

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