The sun was high in the sky and the heat was present. It was a beautiful summer day and Kurt, lying on the grass, could be just content to be here. He was happy, but the ever constant reminding of other issues, such as Blaine's family, his future, Charles… it was just looming over him. It has been two weeks after the wedding, and Blaine made a point not to return to the hotel, preferring to spend time with his boyfriend and friends. He was mad at them and this wedding was just the last straw; he didn't want to be a part of this family and world anymore. If it wasn't for his mother, he'd be long gone. They didn't try to contact any of them and they just tried to… let it be. Just are two boys in love doing the easy stuff that other couples do without worrying about anything else. Kurt thought that this wedding was just the turning point to realize life was too short and instead of fighting and arguing; it wasn't worth it and keeping this family in touch wasn't healthy for neither of them.

Kurt could see how relax and serene Blaine looked now that he was free of his family. He smiled more, he didn't care about what other people think about him and he didn't try to be somebody he wasn't.

Blaine was hovering over him with an adorable smile and he was leaning on one elbow, lying on his side, looking down at his boyfriend. ''Open your mouth,'' he said. Kurt just shook his head. ''Come on… it's easy. See? And delicious,'' he put the strawberry he had in his hand and wanted to put in Kurt's mouth; to no level.

''I'll only eat that if you eat the blackberries,'' he said stubbornly.

''You're playing hard…'' he said but he signed and stretched his arm to take the little box of blackberries and put one in Kurt's now open mouth. Before he could chew, though, Blaine bites Kurt's lips tentatively and pressed more firmly, the fruit exploding in their mouths. Blaine could now taste the sweetness of the black fruit. Kurt moaned into the kiss then moved back, chewing the rest of the blackberry.

''I could've chocked, you asshole,'' he said with a playful glare.

''Oh, that was my attention.'' Blaine teased back.

''You don't want my death on your conscience,'' Kurt shouted back.

''I'd rather not have the wrath of Santana Lopez.'' Blaine shook his head dramatically and it made Kurt laughed so hard that his laughter echoed in the surrounded trees.

''You better not. She's doing a fondue tomorrow night and as we currently live there, we're invited. That's her words.''

''How kind of her.'' Blaine rolled his eyes.

''She also said that she'd rather see us around the table with her and the others than in the bedroom and hearing what's she called 'boys on boys noises.'' He quoted.

''Not my fault if you are a screamer,'' Blaine said as he began to tickle Kurt's sides.

''Well, you're the one who keeps banging the bed on the wall,'' Kurt remarked with a blush coloring his cheeks and Blaine just shrugged; talking about sex never was a big deal for him, but he liked to see Kurt blush.

''What can I say? You make me want to do things…'' his voice deepened and his hands were wondered inside Kurt's shirt to touch the milky skin of his belly. He was now kissing Kurt's long neck.

''Mmm… Blaine, stop now because I won't be able to… Blaine….'' He moaned.

''I stop,'' he suddenly said just as Kurt was getting all worked up and Kurt let out a frustrated sign. ''Tease,'' he said. Blaine shrugged with a smirk and lay down completely, watching the clouds above them. Kurt put his head on his shoulder.

''So, to this fondue, who's going to be there?'' Blaine asked.

''Just Mercedes, Rachel, Finn and Mercedes and Puck. Just a get together,'' he said with a shrug, but he was quite happy that during the last two weeks, Rachel and Finn got along with Mercedes and Santana just fine and got use quickly to her snarky remarks. Puck was still enjoying the good life in the hotel, so did Rachel and Finn who seemed happy to get out of their little apartment and try something new. ''Quinn won't come, though,'' he said after an afterthought.

''Yeah. Honeymoon,'' Blaine snorted. ''They are in the Bahamas… sorry, but it's so unoriginal,'' Kurt just nodded; Blaine had a point somehow. ''I mean, the beach is great and the food… and I'm sure Patrick will fine the ladies to his liking… but it's a freaking resort! What's the fun in it? Yeah, it's cool, but when you want a break from a job or on March break, but on your honeymoon? It should mean something… something more special. And come on, Patrick can take Quinn anywhere; it's not the money that's missing…''

''And what are your ideal honeymoons, may I ask?'' Kurt said with a laugh, almost sure that Blaine would just shrug and not answer.

''It must be something, somewhere magical. Not some cheap resort where you just sit on a beach all day. If I… if I had a honeymoon with you, I'd take you to the best cities in Europe and Asia because there's nothing more magical then Venice at night or Greece with all those beautiful white houses and the mythology gives something mysterious to the place. There's also Japan with their traditions or Singapore because of their amazing food and crazy buildings. And France, of course… with all those lights and romantic dinners and Le pont des Arts. The bridge of arts, if you will. I have to take you there some day. It's a bridge, overlooking La scene, and you just lock a padlock somewhere on the wire mesh of the bridge and there are just so many of them; over a thousand of different sizes and colors. Those padlocks are called Cadenas d'amour and a couple write down their initials and a little message and throw the key in the water, that way, their love is safe. I want to take you there, some day.'' He said sincerely. Kurt was just so surprise by hearing this that he couldn't help it; he kissed Blaine on his jaw, lips trembling because of what he just heard and his feelings towards this man and wondered what he did to place Blaine in his path.

-X-

Beatrice looked at the building with disdain. She wondered how her brother could live in a loft, even worse, with Santana, but she pushed those thoughts away. She was here, on this fine morning, to say some apologies to Kurt and Blaine, on her and her brothers' behave. It seemed only fair.

The clicking of her high heels shoes echoed in the vast hall of the building. The doorman immediately recognized her and greeted her and she took the elevator to what she believed to be the highest floor.

Blaine groaned in his pillow, his hair messy. Something far far away was doing noises. He wanted to ignore and go back to sleep, but the noise kept getting louder and louder. He turned his head to see Kurt was still fully asleep so with an annoyed huff, he got up and out of bed, fully naked. He put on some boxers and padded the cold floor until he reached the door. He yanked it open and glared at the other person.

''What!'' he said harshly, than realized it was his sister and went to shut the door, but Beatrice walked in anyways without being invited. ''I don't want you here,'' he said coolly.

''It won't take too long,'' she said, turning to face her brother, sizing him up. ''I just want to talk to you and Kurt,'' she said gently. Blaine crossed his arms.

''For what? We don't have anything to say to you.''

''I know,'' she replied. ''But I have,''

''Baby…'' a sleepy voice resonated from the doorway of his bedroom. ''Who is it?'' Kurt asked as he tried to wake up.

''Beatrice's here,'' Blaine responded tightly, going to see his boyfriend. Kurt, now fully awake, looked at the woman in the living room. ''She wants to talk to us…'' he said reluctantly. ''I can kick her out,'' Blaine murmured to him but the blue-eyed boy shook his head. He looked at her once again and she hadn't her cold demeanor; she looked… nice? Kind? It was the same look Kurt saw when he met her for the very first time; before he realized what a little pest she really was.

Kurt took Blaine's hand and led him to the living room and sat in front of Beatrice on the couch.

''Santana's not here?'' was the first thing she said. Blaine shook his head curtly.

''Working. You know, trying to satisfy those egocentric clients of yours at the hotel,'' Blaine retorted.

''They're also your clients, Blaine. You're going to work there, too, one day.'' She said matter-of-factly but seeing the irritated look on her brother's face, she concluded it wasn't the best way to approach things, and just let it go. ''Anyways. I-I'm happy to see you, guys.'' Blaine wanted to say a snarky remark, but Kurt squeezed his hand, sensing his trouble to get in line. Kurt was always a mystery to him; Blaine just never forget and forgive and it would have been a long time that he'd kick her out, but Kurt was too damn good and kind-hearted for his own good.

''I know you probably don't want to see me, and... Kurt, I'm sure we won't ever become the best of friends and I'm so regretful for this,'' she began and Kurt's brows, just like Blaine's, were high and they looked just so surprised. She looked nervous, twisting her hands and looking at her nail polish. ''But I want you to know that I'm deeply sorry. For everything. I know I'm not the best of person and I did my fair share of mistakes, but I want to apologize to both of you, but mostly to you, Kurt. I should've stab you in the back and let my father black mail you. It was wrong of me. I want to apologize on the behalf of my brothers and father, too. We didn't welcome you like you deserved.'' The boys didn't know what to do, they never saw her like that.

''Um… it's okay, Beatrice. We all do mistakes,'' Kurt said with a tiny smile. He tried to make her feel better even if she hurt him in the past.

''I really, really am sorry, Kurt. I came here, not only to apologize, but also to tell you that I want to host a little party in a few weeks. It's going to be in your honor, Kurt,'' she softly said, her brown eyes watery. Kurt gaped at her and he turned to look at Blaine who looked as surprised as him.

''In my… honor?'' he asked.

''Yes,'' she replied with a brilliant smile. ''I had a splendid idea and everyone agreed to do it. Because we didn't welcome you like we should, we thought that the best way to do it was with a little celebration.'' She shrugged. ''You are with Blaine for months, now. You are family and we should've seen it instead of acting like such babies.'' She said quietly. ''I know that a party is not the simple thing that's going to make you forgive us, but… that's a start, right? Mom said it was a great idea. You can invite all the people you want.''

''I... I don't know what to say.'' Kurt simply answered.

''What's the catch?'' Blaine immediately asked, his eyes darkening considerably as he looked at his sister, trying to see any sigh of distrust. He found none.

''There's no catch,'' she said sincerely like she knew he was going to say it. ''Look, Blaine. I know it's out of the blue right now and maybe confusing, but we want to do things right. If you don't believe me, ask mom. She's going to help me with the party. I'm not asking you to trust us just yet, but please try. Watching you leaving the hotel was like a blow in the guts, you know? We finally realized that we can lose you for good. Look, I gonna go, but I'm going to text you for more details, okay?'' Blaine merely nodded and they both watched her go without saying a word.

-X-

''Let me get this straight. Beatrice actually apologized?''

''For the million time, Santana, yes.'' Kurt said patiently.

''And you let her in my loft?''

''Oh, I was ready to shut the door in her face, but she walked in like she owned the fucking place,'' Blaine said. They were all sitting around the table in the kitchen and Santana was ready to put the big bowl of fondue in front of the table for everybody to serve themselves. It was a beef fondue and Kurt was already salivating. Rice was on the side with some vegetable and people just did their own dishes. Blaine sat with Mercedes by his side and Rachel was in front of him. He still didn't get the chance to really knew her as she was still mad at Kurt; no, she wasn't furious, per say, but there were still some feelings unsaid. Kurt didn't try to make things better anyways; Blaine could tell he was hurt that she refused to be on his side and see things from his perspective, but if she decided to stay, it was because she wanted things to be like before. She was polite and had a smile splattered on her face and looked happy, but from what Kurt told him, she wasn't quite herself. Finn sat beside Santana and Puck, in front of Kurt.

Kurt came out of the kitchen with a bowl of bread. ''She apologizes, and I accepted her apologies,''

''You can't do this,'' Santana said firmly.

''Yes, I can. And I just did,'' he shot back, fuming. Blaine laced his fingers with Kurt's, trying to calm him down.

''Are you sure, Kurt? Don't you need a little time? She just apologizes this morning,'' Mercedes said, trying to reason with her friend and Santana only nodded, agreeing with her friend. Kurt signed and began, like everybody else, to fill his plate.

''I tried to talk about it with him,'' Blaine said. ''But I talked to mom and she said that the party was a wonderful idea and we should try to get along,''

''Yeah. Because she's a mom of kids who hate each other. Of course she's going to try and make you the best of friends,'' Santana said dryly.

''I think you should listen to your mother,'' Rachel said kindly to Blaine. ''I think you should try and forget,'' she shrugged. ''As for myself, I don't have a mom, but I think I'd listen to her,''

''That's because you don't know half of what's happening in this god damn family.'' Santana said.

''Yes, but…''

''And there've been awful to Kurt, to your friend,'' Santana continued.

''Well, now that he's been lying a lot lately, I don't know what to believe anymore.'' She said coolly. Finn glared at her and Puck's mouth was hanging, his fork half way to his mouth.

''Rachel! You can't say things like that,'' Mercedes said, looking at Kurt worriedly who only shoot daggers at Rachel.

''Yeah, that's not cool,'' Puck said. ''My boy didn't do anything wrong,'' he tried to defend Kurt.

''Oh, really?'' Rachel said and everyone could hear the hurt in her words. ''How about leaving, without saying goodbye and everyone was worried sick while he was too damn busy doing the sweet life with his rich toy!'' she yelled, pointing an accusing finger to Blaine.

''First of all, Rachel,'' Puck said and Kurt had never see his friend looking so serious in a conversation, ''He's nineteen; he's not a little boy anymore. He's an adult, he can make his own decisions and can travel wherever he likes without a fucking chaperone! And he didn't disappear, but left a message, making it clear that he will come back when he's ready. AND don't pretend that if it was you, living the sweet life, you wouldn't bother to give us a single call, but Kurt did call his dad on multiple times.'' Rachel was now frustrated and upset. Puck had no right to say things like that to her, but he didn't care. For all the years he knew her, Puck knew that right now, she was still thinking about herself. She wasn't a bad person, she just needed to work on her priorities.

''I was just saying that he can give her a second chance. I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems,'' she concluded, frowning.

''Not that bad?'' Santana scoffed. ''That bitch blackmailed him, just like her dickhead of a father and constantly belittled him but of course, you wouldn't know that,'' Santana rolled her eyes.

''I'm just saying…''

''Rachel, let it go,'' Finn said in a tired voice. He looked at his brother who was fidgeting in his seat. He didn't make a move to leave and when Blaine opened his mouth to say something, he looked at him pleadingly and shook his head.

''Well,'' Kurt said in a trembling voice. ''I'm sorry you feel that way, Rachel. I told you how sorry I was, but it's clearly not enough. I still wish you will show up to the party,'' he concluded. There was a brief pause in which they just ate in silence.

''This is delicious, San,'' Mercedes said to lighten up the mood.

''Wait for dessert,'' she winked at Kurt. ''Kurt did it. A chocolate fondue,'' Kurt nodded and once again, the atmosphere was less tense. Blaine put an arm around Kurt's chair as they finish their dishes, sipping his glass of wine.

''Yes, I made it,'' he responded. ''But with all organic ingredients. I know you like that kind of stuff, Rachel,'' he said not unkindly as he smiled at her. She returned the smile shyly before looking down. He just forgive and forget; always. For Blaine, it was unsettling to have such a big heart. But it was what made Blaine fall in love in the first place.

That night, Kurt and Blaine were in their bedroom. Kurt was getting ready and put on his PJ's and Blaine got undressed, until he was only in his boxers. They slide under the covers.

''Are you okay?'' Blaine asked softly as he slides an arm under Kurt and embraced him. He only nodded.

''I guess I am. I just… I just want things to go back like the way they were before…'' he said sadly. ''Actually, no. I don't want to work in a shitty Italian restaurant anymore and having holes in the roof of my Brooklyn apartment and having Puck crashed in my living room…'' he chuckled and Blaine laughed a little. ''But I want Rachel to forgive me.''

''You have nothing to be sorry for.'' Kurt shrugged, not convinced.

''Hey… look at me,'' Kurt lifted his head and met hazel eyes in the dark. ''I mean it. You're the sweetest, kindest person I've ever known. If she's too blind to see this, then she's losing a great person in her life,''

''She's going to marry my brother, so she's kinda obligated to be in my life,''

''Yeah… but now, she will be the sister-in-law you just want to straggle at Christmas or Thanksgiving,'' Blaine joked. ''We all have that annoying person in a family. Sometimes, an aunt, sometimes a sister-in-law…'' he teased.

''Oh, shut up and kiss me,'' Blaine did just that and way more that night.