A/N: I feel like I'm always apologising for long delays so I'm just going to skip that part and let you get on with reading the chapter. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or A Walk to Remember; those rights belong to Mr Ryan Murphy himself and Nicholas Sparks.

It's been a couple of weeks since Kurt discovered Blaine's secret and the bond between the pair had grown a lot stronger. They'd easily fallen into a close friendship and considered each other as best friends. They didn't show it much in public though because of the fear that Blaine still felt. Kurt didn't question Blaine when he proposed that they kept their friendship a secret because he understood that it would raise suspicions and Blaine was far from ready for that. Blaine felt guilty having to make Kurt carry around his secret along with keeping their friendship hidden, and no matter how many times the other boy reassured him that it wasn't a problem, he still felt like it was.

Blaine hadn't seen much of his other friends since he formed his friendship with Kurt, not even Mike. When at school he did what he could to avoid them, escaping to the library most lunches to see Kurt. Sometimes they'd do homework or rehearse their lines, but mostly they'd just talk. They sat at what they now called 'their table' at the back of the library, secluded from the curious eyes of other students. Blaine knew it was only a matter of time before his friends started to question his whereabouts and his suspicions were proven correct on Monday morning.

He was gathering his books half-heartedly (it was a Monday, he had the right to be unenthusiastic about school) when Puck came over and lent against the row of lockers.

"Hey, Anderson," Blaine knew before Puck even said anything else that he was going to ask about his absence by the accusing tone he was using.

"Puck."

"What's up with you lately?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since Figgins put you in that stupid club you've barely hung around with us. What's you deal?"

"It's nothing to do with Glee; I've just been busy, okay? Schuster gave me the lead in the musical and I have to learn my lines. I don't want to mess this up in case Figgins makes me stay there longer," Blaine explained, adding the last lie to hopefully convince Puck. In all honesty, he didn't have any intention of leaving Glee Club after his punishment was complete.

Puck looked him over for a few seconds before nodding, much to Blaine's relief. "I get it, dude. I wouldn't want you there any longer either. But what about lunch? We hardly see you, man!"

"Homework. I don't have much time to do it at home so I get it out of the way by doing it at lunch. Look, I'm sorry I've not hung out with you guys, but this is our last year, Puck, and I want to get out of here with good grades and all. You know how my Mom is with me achieving high grades."

"Yeah, I know. I understand. We miss hanging out with you, man. Well, I'll see you around, Anderson." Puck patted his shoulder before leaving. Blaine breathed out a sigh, completely relieved that that went down well.

The day panned out like any other and before he knew it, it was time for lunch which was slowly becoming his favourite part of the day.

"Blaine, could you hold on a second," Mr Richardson said just as Blaine rose from his seat.

"Sure." Blaine approached his desk feeling slightly nervous over what he was being kept behind for, no obvious reason stuck out to him.

"How are you doing?" Richardson asked after all the students had left. Not exactly what Baine was expecting.

"Um, I'm fine thank you, sir. Yourself?" Blaine replied a little uncertainly, confused over the formality of the conversation.

"Just fine, thank you. But I didn't mean it in that sense. Remember what I told you a few weeks ago?"

Blaine did remember how could he not? Richardson was the first person to see through his cracks.

"Yeah, I do."

"Did you consider what I said?"

"Yes, sir, I did. I've made a few friends in Glee Club, if that's what you're wondering." Blaine was only partially telling the truth, the kids in glee still haven't dropped their suspicions about him. Kurt and Finn were really the only two who he considered as friends.

"That's great. I really think this is going to be good for you, Blaine. Keep it up, okay? You can go now, don't let me keep you any longer," he dismissed him with what seemed like a genuine smile.

"Thank you, sir." Blaine returned the gesture and swiftly left. He still didn't understand his teacher's sudden interest but he was glad for it.

When Blaine entered the library he saw the tip of Kurt's rich, brown hair in the distance and he felt a smile pull to his lips.

"Hey you," Blaine greeted as he reached the table and sat down.

Kurt looked up and smiled brightly, Blaine was certain it lit up the whole room. "Hey yourself. I thought you weren't coming."

"And miss an hour with you? Never," Kurt chuckled but remained silent, obviously waiting for an explanation. "Richardson kept me behind."

"What did you do now?" Kurt teased.

"Nothing! Your lack of faith wounds me, Kurt. But no, he just wanted to talk to me."

"About what?"

"The other week before I heard yo- before I started tutoring," Blaine quickly covered up; Kurt did not need to know about Blaine eavesdropping on his singing. "he mentioned something about me hanging around with the wrong people and should make new friends. It was weird, aside from you, it actually seemed like he knew I was hiding something, you know? It scared the hell out of me but I guess I'm glad he did in a way."

"That's nice of him and he did have a point. But points for him for noticing because you, my friend, are a tough nut to crack," Kurt said, gently poking his arm. Blaine wondered if he realised the effect just that little touch had on him.

"It got me thinking though. If you and Richardson figured out something I was hiding, who else has?" Blaine said, trying to hide his worry but completely failing. He couldn't really hide anything from Kurt.

"Blaine, don't worry. You've not given off any signs that the act you put on is indeed an act from what I've seen. I just have an awesome gaydar." Kurt added with a wink.

"That you do," Blaine agreed.

"Oh, hey, listen. You know you were coming over to rehearse lines tomorrow?" Blaine nodded. "Well, Carole asked me to invite you to dinner."

"Really?" Blaine asked, taken aback.

"Yes. She said she'd like to get to know you more. So does my Dad."

"They do?"

"Yes! Don't act so surprised! You've been coming over to my house a lot lately; it's only natural for them to want to know who I'm hanging out with. So, will stay for dinner? Please?" Kurt practically begged. How could Blaine say no?

"Yes. Okay, I will stay for dinner." Blaine gave in.

"Great! Tomorrow it is." Kurt announced and Blaine smiled at his enthusiasm.

Blaine was a bag full of nerves. He was sat in Kurt's room, script in hand, trying to not let his inner panic show. Sure, he'd met Burt and Carole before but only in a brief passing. Whenever Blaine came over, they were both still at work usually so he only encountered them when he was leaving.

"Kurt! Dinner's almost ready!" Carole's voice echoed up the stairs.

Oh, crap. It's time, Blaine announced nervously internally.

"Okay!" Kurt yelled back, closing his own script and getting up from the bed. "You ready?" he asked but Blaine made no move to get up. "Come on, what're you so scared of?" Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

"What if they don't like me?" Blaine asked in a small voice.

"They'll love you." Kurt reassured and dragged him out of his room. "You'll be fine, trust me." Kurt whispered to him as they approached the table.

Burt and Finn were already seated and Carole was dishing out the food in the kitchen.

"I hope you like lasagne, Blaine," Carole said, smiling at him as he walked to the table.

"Yes, I do." Blaine replied, returning her smile.

"Good," Carole placed down the plates of steaming lasagne in front of everyone and sat down opposite Blaine.

"This looks lovely, Mrs Hummel. Thank you for inviting me."

"Thank you, dear. It was my pleasure! We're happy to have you. And please, call me Carole, honey."

The group was silent for a few minutes while they ate. Blaine had to refrain himself from moaning because damn! Carole made one heck of a lasagne.

"So, Blaine," Burt started, "do you like football?"

"Football, Dad? Seriously?" Kurt asked, looking at his father impassively.

"What? It's a genuine question!" Burt defended.

"Yes, sir, I do." Blaine replied quickly before Kurt had a chance to retort.

"Yeah," Finn said with a mouthful of food and his mother looked at him pointedly. He quickly swallowed before continuing. "He's actually really good."

"You play?" Burt asked.

"Oh, no, I don't."

"I never understood why you didn't, dude. You would've been great."

"I, um, I was going too originally but my Mom didn't particularly want me to." Blaine replied, hoping that would be enough because he didn't really know how to explain her reasons without mentioning what happened at his last school.

"Really? Why?"

Oh, thanks Finn, you had to ask didn't you?

"Well… I think it was just because she didn't want to me to get hurt,"

"Oh, I completely empathise with her. I was always worried sick when Finn played," Carole declared much to Blaine's relief.

"What are your plans after high school?" Burt asked.

Wow, quick subject change, Blaine thought.

"I'm planning on going to college and then hopefully get into medical school."

"You want to be a doctor?" Kurt asked surprised.

"Yeah, I do. It's always been an interest of mine. My Dad's a cardiologist and he'd always talk to me about his job and it's been my ambition for a few years now to follow in his footsteps." Blaine explained. Despite his own issues with his father, it never faltered his dream.

"Wow, that's great, Blaine." Carole praised with a warm smile.

"Does your father still work?" Burt queried and Blaine froze a little.

"From what I gather… Yes, he does." Blaine didn't really like talking about his Dad and he hoped they all got the hint.

"Oh, do you not see him, then?"

Blaine hesitated and he noticed Kurt out of the corner of his eye looking at his father with a 'stop-asking-questions-right-now' look on his face.

"No, I don't." he replied and Burt nodded without asking anything further.

Another silence fell upon the table as everyone continued eating. Blaine kept his eyes trained on his food, trying to calm the tension he got from talking about his father.

The meal continued with a lot more lighter topics and Blaine found himself relaxing. The Hudmel's made an effort to keep him involved in the conversation and Blaine found he really liked this family. It's the first time in years he's ever sat down and had dinner with anyone besides his Mom, the last being with Shane but he refused to think about that right now.

"That was delicious, Carole. You're an excellent cook," Blaine commented as she gathered the plates.

"Thank you, dear. Kurt, I like this friend of yours, be sure to keep him," Carole said and Blaine practically beamed. He had the sudden urge to hug the woman.

"I second that," Burt said and smiled in Blaine's direction.

Blaine had to stop himself from crying. It felt incredible to be accepted by someone outside of his own family. The thought of being liked by Kurt's family warmed his insides.

"Oh, Dad, it's a clear night tonight so I'm going to go look up," Kurt stated.

"Sure, buddy. Don't be out too late though."

"Would you like to come with me?" Kurt asked, looking over at Blaine.

"Sure," Blaine replied. He didn't have a clue what Kurt meant by looking up but he'd go because that meant more Kurt time. "Thank you for having me, sir," Blaine said to Burt as he rose.

"Call me Burt, kid. It was nice having you here. You're welcome anytime to join us for dinner."

"Yes, please do stay for dinner more often, it's been lovely having you here," Carole said warmly.

"Thank you, I will. I'll see you soon." Blaine departed with a bright smile and followed Kurt. They retrieved their jackets and shoes and left after bidding farewell.

"See, I told you, you had nothing to worry about," Kurt said as they got into his car.

"You did. I really like your family, Kurt. They're so nice." Blaine gushed.

"Thanks, Blaine. And hey, you're on first name basis! That's obviously a good sign," Kurt said happily, eliciting a laugh from Blaine.

"So, where are we going anyway?"

"You'll see."

"Mysterious as always." Blaine noticed how Kurt's smile dropped slightly as he said this but decided not to question it. He'd always know there was more to Kurt but it was up to him to tell Blaine and not the other way round.

They sat in a comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey, the only noise coming from the radio. Confusion hit Blaine as Kurt began to slow down outside the cemetery.

"The cemetery?" Blaine voiced his thoughts.

"The cemetery." Kurt said simply before exiting the vehicle. Blaine followed suit and watched curiously as Kurt opened to boot of his car and pulled up a heavy looking box.

"Do you need some help with that?" Blaine asked, noticing how Kurt's arm shook from the weight.

"No, but thank you for offering." Kurt said, closing the boot and locking the car. Blaine followed wordlessly as Kurt pushed open the gate and began to trudge over the uneven ground. A couple of minutes passed before Kurt eventually stopped next to a grave situated at the end of a row. He bent down and opened the box, emptying it of its contents. He gently laid out the different pieces and began assembling them quickly but carefully.

"Is that a telescope?" Blaine questioned, kneeling down to steady the stand as Kurt attached to top areas.

"It is."

"So, you like stargazing?"

"I do. Every time I get the chance to do so… There," Kurt breathed out triumphantly as he attached the lens.

"Did you make it? It doesn't look store bought," Blaine asked eyeing the contraption.

"No, my Mom did. Take a look," Kurt stepped back giving Blaine enough room to look through it.

"Okay," Blaine carefully handled the telescope not wanting to break it in any way. "Wow…" he said breathlessly as he drank in the view. "Is that Saturn?"

"Wow, I'm impressed, Blaine," Kurt said with his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"Like I said before," Blaine began pulling back, "full of surprises," he chuckled.

"That you are, Blaine Anderson."

"So, what got you in to all this stuff?" Blaine asked sitting down on dry grass, patting the spot next to him.

"I can't believe you making me sit on grass in these jeans," Kurt groaned but sat down anyway.

"Live a little, Kurt! But, anyway, back to the question."

"My Mom," Kurt sighed, bringing his knees to his chest, a thoughtful expression forming on his face. "Stargazing was one of her hobbies. She was fascinated by the night sky; she loved seeing what the naked eye couldn't. She used to take me with her sometimes and she showed me all the different stars and planets. Her enthusiasm grew on me and it became one of my favourite things to do, especially with her. After she died, I wanted to keep doing it because it was my last connection to her. Instead of going the park we usually went to, I came here," Kurt started to gently stroke the gravestone beside him.

Blaine now noticed the inscription on the stone and everything seemed to fall into place.

Elizabeth Hummel.

"This is where she's buried. I don't know it felt right to do it here because it meant that I was still close to her. It sounds silly, I know, but it didn't feel right doing it without her. It was our thing and just being here makes it feel like she's still with me."

Blaine smiled listening to Kurt talk about his Mom, he was glad he trusted him enough to share this with him. He scooted closer to Kurt and wrapped his arm securely around his shoulders. Blaine tried to ignore the flips of his stomach as Kurt rested his head on his shoulder, his soft hair brushing Blaine's neck.

"It's not silly, Kurt. I think it's nice that you still want her to be a part of you and this. It's something the two of you shared and it's okay to still want to share that with her. I'm sure your Mom was a wonderful person, just like you. I wish I could've met her," Blaine spoke softly, his fingertips caressing Kurt's arm tenderly.

"I wish you could've too. She would've loved you, Blaine." Kurt looked up at him and smiled sincerely. Blaine returned the gesture and lightly laid his head upon Kurt's.

"She must've been very talented. I mean, that is one heck of a telescope." Blaine pointed out.

"I know, she was. I plan to build a bigger one though. She always talked about the comet of Hyakutake and how it was one of her dreams to see it. She never got the chance to and it comes this spring so I was hoping to live that dream for her. The only problem is that this telescope is far too small to see it so I'll have to try and build another on a larger scale." Kurt explained.

"I'll help you."

"You will?" Kurt asked turning his head slightly to look up at him through his eyelashes.

"Of course," Blaine promised.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered, stray tears falling down his flushed cheeks. Blaine smiled and captured them with his thumb, tightening his hold on the other boy.

"You're welcome," he whispered back.

They both sat their contently for a while longer, enjoying each other's company and, though they wouldn't admit it out loud, they both secretly liked the current position they were in.

A/N: That's it. It's not the best but I hope you liked it anyway. I hope how I adapted the whole stargazing thing was okay, I wanted to find a way to interpret Kurt's mother.

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