A/N: here it is!

Blaine walked into the living room and turned to his parents. "Can I go to Vancouver with Kurt's family?"

"No." Both his parents chorused.

Blaine was heartbroken. He didn't go.

The End.

A/N: LOL JK. here is part II! (for real! ;) I hope you enjoy this!

NOTE: THERE WILL BE A COMPANION STORY TO GO WITH THIS CHAPTER.

As soon as Blaine hung up the phone, the smile from his face went with the phone call. Blaine pulled himself off his bed and stood shakily; he was on a mission.

Blaine left his room and padded down the hallway. "Mom? Dad?" Blaine called.

"In the living room!" Blaine's mom called back.

Blaine shuffled down the stairs inhaling and exhaling deeply, wringing his hands together. He rounded the corner to the living room to find his dad watching some sports highlights and his mother reading a book, Jane Austen, no less.

"Do you need something, sweetie?" Denise spoke, not raising her eyes from her book.

"Mom, Dad, I-I sort of have a question." Blaine wanted to smack himself for sounding so child-like. Where was the dapper fellow he'd embodied? Still wandering the halls of Dalton, no doubt. Right now, Blaine was Blaine—awkward, nervous, ineloquent, Blaine.

"What would that be?" Chuck switched off the TV in favor of turning to face his son.

"Well, mom, dad," Blaine swallowed. "Kurt invited me to vacation with his family this summer." Blaine chewed his lip tautly.

The room went silent. Denise and Chuck exchanged looks. "Where are they going?" Denise asked, a hint of curiosity laced her voice.

"V-Vancouver?" Blaine wasn't sure why he'd made it sound like a question, but he did. Chuck's eyes flew up to look at Blaine at a dangerous speed, before he lowered them to his hands just as quickly.

"Vancouver?" Denise closed her book and sat forward on her chair. "That's…" Denise was at a loss for words.

"Far." Chuck finished, his voice laced with some wretchedness. Blaine swallowed hard. He can't still be mad at me for being gay…can he?

"Yes, that. How long will you be gone?" Denise asked gently. Chuck had his hands knotted together in a firm grip, now staring off into space. The way he sat was similar to the way he'd sat after Blaine had come out to him, rigid and somewhat unresponsive.

"Uh, till the end of August, I think." Blaine tried to avoid looking at either of his parents. His mothers look of curiosity, and his fathers somber look, didn't balance each other well.

"Oh my. That's—you—but—" Denise struggled with words, a trait Blaine was sure he'd inherited.

"I-I know it's…long, and far, but, Kurt really wants me to go, and I really wanna go. I mean, it's our first summer together and I don't want him to be far, or me to be far, I guess it really depends on how you look at it. But I don't want to be stuck here alone, I mean, I'd have you guys, but you guys have work and stuff. I don't want to be a bother. I'll phone everyday, I'll even let you talk to Burt. Burt's great, you know, and Carole. They're really nice people. They invited me, actually, because of Kurt. And Burt and Carole they—" Blaine was cutoff,

"When are you leaving?" Chuck looked up at Blaine, with a softer expression. Blaine felt his chest tighten at the broken expression that replaced his fathers prior one.

"We leave—w-wait, does this mean…I can go?" Blaine's eyes widened. Was it really that easy?

Chuck rose from his seat and rested a hand on his sons shoulder. "I just…I want you to be happy." Chuck smiled softly before leaving the room quietly. It was as close as Blaine was going to get to a blessing from his father, and it meant the world to him.

Much similar to when Blaine came out, his father was supportive, but reluctant. All Chuck wanted was for his son to be happy. He would do everything in his power to make him feel like he had the right to happiness.

Blaine watched as his father left before turning to his mother expectantly. He raised his eyebrows in anticipation.

"I-I…" Denise let out a sigh. She stood to pull her son into a tight embrace. She kissed his temple before mumbling into his ear. "My little boy is growing up," Blaine could hear the strain in her voice, a sure sign she was holding back sobs. "But you'll always be my baby," Denise's frame shook slightly as she sobbed. "Even if I do have to share you with Kurt."

Denise pulled back from the hug to look her son in the eyes. It was like looking in a mirror, he had her eyes. He inherited her floppy curls, but his fathers bone structure and eyebrows.

Blaine looked at the tear tracks down his mother cheeks before lightly pecking her on the cheek. "I love you, mom." Blaine said softly.

"I love you, too." Denise rubbed Blaine's cheek before releasing him. She wiped at her own tears and exhaled shortly. "So, when are we going to get the chance to meet this Kurt boy?" she asked conversationally. "I would like to know who I'm sharing my baby with." She smiled softly, her eyes crinkling in that familiar way.

"Soon, it'll have to be sometime this week. Unless you don't mind waiting till we get back," Blaine scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as his mother looked at him quizzically. "Did I forget to mention we leave a week from today?" Blaine was sure his mother's eyes had never been so wide.

"Blaine Charles Anderson! Are you insane? And you only asked if you could go now? God! You've got your fathers hereditary procrastination skills!" Denise babbled on. Blaine knew she wasn't impressed with him; she'd whipped out the full name.

"I know, I know!" There was a pause where Denise just stood with her arms crossed, shaking her head. "So, do you want to meet him, or not?" Blaine changed the subject quickly, shifting his mother's mood entirely.

"Yes! Of course! Bring him for dinner, say, tomorrow night? Or is that too soon?" Denise chirped excitedly.

"Actually, we have a date tomorrow," Blaine confessed sheepishly. "Saturday night?"

"Perfect! I can't wait to meet him! Oh! I should start planning what to make! Does he eat seafood? Or maybe I should make a salad. Ooh! Or steak, does he eat steak?" The blathering had begun, and Blaine, so expertly, tuned it out.

"Whatever you make will be fine, he'll love it regardless. Even if he doesn't, he's too polite not to compliment it." Blaine shrugged, knowing it was true. But with his mother's flawless cooking record, he knew Kurt's compliments would be genuine.

Denise simply smiled before patting Blaine on the cheek and mumbling something about cookbooks before ducking out of the room.

Blaine stood in the living room, still in shock. Blaine felt his body tense up as he yawned. Bedtime.

It was 5:26pm as Kurt put the finishing touches on his famous chicken Parmesan. Kurt had learned from experience that if you put the Parmesan on top of the mozzarella before you baked it, it came out looking burnt on top, and rather crispy.

Kurt checked his watch once again, figuring he had just enough time to check himself in the mirror once more and pour the sparkling cider.

Kurt stepped into the first floor bathroom and examined his outfit in the full-length mirror. He'd dressed somewhat casually, (as casual as Kurt Hummel could be) seeing as most of his good date clothes were already packed away for their trip. That, and he'd told Blaine he could dress casual for this date.

Kurt wore a crème colored cardigan over a baby blue button up, sleeves rolled up vigilantly and accessorized with a white bowtie. He tried to stay in his comfort zone, so he stuck with the beige cargo shorts he'd bought specifically for the occasional hot temperatures that graced Ohio occasionally; tonight, being one of them. His outfit screamed fashionable yet informal enough for a summer barbeque, the perfect balance.

Kurt fluffed his hair a bit; making sure it was in place perfectly, as he always did before doing anything social. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he checked his watch; 5:29.

Kurt skipped to the kitchen and pulled out two champagne flutes and poured the sparkling cider with an expert finesse. Just as he placed the two glasses on the table he heard the doorbell ring. Kurt's eyes flickered to his watch; 5:30, on the nose.

Kurt smiled as he bounced to the door. He did a quick breath check before opening the door to see Blaine's smiling face. Kurt felt his face break into the largest of grins, without much effort. Blaine could do that to him.

The next thing Kurt noticed was the beautiful tiger lily that Blaine had, no doubt, brought for him.

The third thing Kurt noticed was not one thing, but two; Blaine's arms.

Blaine had worn a loose, charcoal muscle shirt that had slightly faded colored stripes across his chest, with a pair of chocolate brown cargo shorts. He'd even gone as far to wear flip-flops, completing the summer look. Though Kurt would never wear something like this, on Blaine it worked flawlessly. Blaine's hair was also ungelled, something Kurt had really started to enjoy.

"Hi." Kurt said breathlessly. Blaine gave Kurt that knowing smile, the one he used when he knew he was doing unspeakable things to Kurt. It was really classified better as a smirk.

"Hey, gorgeous," Blaine dove in to peck Kurt on the lips lightly. Kurt felt his cheeks blush instantly, if they hadn't been red already from his shameless eye wandering. "Are you gonna let me in, or are you gonna check me out for a little longer?" Blaine winked knowingly, and all Kurt could do was blush deeper.

Kurt stepped aside, allowing Blaine into the house. As Blaine slipped off his shoes Kurt closed the door absent-mindedly as he enjoyed the view of Blaine from the new angle; from behind.

"A-as promised, Finn is making himself scarce. And by scarce I mean he's spending the night at Puck's." Kurt said swallowing thickly. The way Blaine was dressed just was not fair. The tan and tone of Blaine's arms was making Kurt weak in the knees.

"And by spending the night at Puck's, you mean in a motel somewhere enjoying one of his last few nights with Rachel?" Blaine turned to Kurt with a wry grin.

"Oh, probably. I don't know. I don't even care. All I know is he's not here, so wherever he is is fine by me." Kurt blinked rapidly, trying to avert his eyes from Blaine's chest, and failing miserably.

"I brought this for you, love," Blaine held out the flower to Kurt, twirling it in his fingers. "And if you'd've stopped checking me out, you might've noticed that," Blaine smiled sickly sweet, and it make Kurt was to kiss him and punch him at the same time.

"I did notice," Kurt leaned towards Blaine, connecting their mouths for a brief moment, just letting his lips linger with no movement. "And thank you."

Kurt strode past Blaine and skipped up the stairs to his room where there was a vase of multiple flowers that he'd received from Blaine. The vase made Kurt smile, as it always did. Not very many people in Ohio could claim that their boyfriend shamelessly brought them flowers all the time.

Once Kurt returned, he found Blaine standing in the kitchen, standing dangerously close to the stove where their meal sat.

"Not nibbling on that, are you?" Kurt asked loudly, making Blaine jump.

"No, just smelling," Blaine looked warily towards Kurt. "Your food just…it always smells really good," He paused. "The better it smells, the better I assume it'll taste. And this," Blaine gestured to the pan where the chicken lay cooling. "This smells delizioso." Suddenly, Kurt felt like a pile of goo.

Kurt wasn't sure if Blaine knew, but he sort of had a thing for when Blaine spoke his flawless Italian. Kurt gulped before regaining his train of thought. "Yes, well, we still have to wait a bit for it to cool…" Kurt hoped Blaine could understand what he was suggesting.

"Oh, really? Well…what do you think we should do in the meantime?" Blaine was teasing. Kurt hated to admit it, but Blaine's teasing was also a bit of a turn-on, though he would never tell Blaine that, ever.

"Blaine…don't make me grovel." Kurt very nearly pulled out his pouting face, but instead just threw Blaine a pleading, wide-eyed, stare.

Blaine was nearly defenseless against Kurt's puppy-dog eyes, so he rolled his eyes affectionately in defeat.

Kurt seemed to understand because he laced their fingers together, directing Blaine out of the kitchen towards the couch.

The boys settled beside each other easily enough, but Kurt longed to be closer. Blaine must've sensed this, because he placed his arms around Kurt's shoulders, inviting him nearer.

Before either boy knew what was going on, they were kissing just like they always did; softly, slowly, and sweetly. Kurt's neck started to ache at the awkward angle. Kurt tried to twist his body so it was facing Blaine more, but this only helped a little. Now his neck was being strained from leaning up.

Kurt wanted to be at least at level with Blaine, so he deepened the kiss to start.

Kurt's tongue darted along Blaine's lower lip and Blaine softly moaned in reply before parting his lips accordingly, allowing Kurt's tongue to explore.

As Kurt continued his exploring, and Blaine did a little more moaning, Kurt swiftly kicked his leg over Blaine so he was straddling him. Blaine pulled back with reddened lips and wide eyes.

"I-is this okay?" Kurt asked tentatively. Despite their months of dating, their make out sessions hadn't progressed any farther than vertical or the sporadic sit-down make out. In fact, their intimate encounters were dismal—strange, considering they were teenage boys.

In retrospect, it had never even crossed either boys mind to push their relationship further. Both were too content to press the topic. This straddling this was new territory that Kurt seemed to be handling well. So Blaine nodded in reply, and Kurt dove back into an instantly deep kiss.

As Kurt kissed deeper into Blaine's mouth—more new territory—he felt a pair of warm hands come to rest low on his hips. This time Kurt pulled back.

"I-is this," Blaine gulped. "Okay?" Kurt nodded before grabbing Blaine's jaw with his hands. For the first time ever, Blaine saw Kurt's eyes darken to a dangerous blue, a blue that was seemingly on fire, burning with lust. Blaine felt his mouth go dry at the sight.

"It's more than okay." And Kurt began to kiss him senseless, his tongue darting in as soon as their lips made any form of contact. It was sloppy, but neither boy could be bothered to care.

Kurt's tongue began to drag across the roof of Blaine's mouth in slow motions, and Blaine's moans became more frequent. Blaine also made a habit of squeezing Kurt's hips when Kurt did something with his tongue that Blaine really enjoyed.

Kurt was beginning to worry, though. As Blaine moaned more and more loudly, Kurt became more and more aroused. Kurt even noticed himself grunting

Just as Kurt's mind was wandering from Blaine to his semi-erection, he felt Blaine's hips jerk up and collide with his own. This caused a pleasant amount of friction, and also informed Kurt that he wasn't the only one who was enjoying this.

Instead of stopping like he felt like he should, Kurt began to kiss harder and more desperately. Blaine responded by wiggling his thumb under the hem of Kurt's shirt, stroking lightly at his hipbone. Kurt sighed into the kiss with approval, so Blaine continued stroking lightly, and pressing harder when Kurt did something he liked.

Blaine's hand began to travel closer upwards to pet at Kurt's side, but Kurt's hand stopped him. Blaine pulled back from the kiss to look at Kurt, an expression of worry painted on his face.

"I'm-I'm—" But before Blaine could fumble out an apology, Kurt silenced him with his lips; a soft peck that Blaine responded to instantly.

"Maybe for dessert," Blaine's eyes turned so dark and filled with lust that Kurt almost considered forgetting about dinner and continuing on. Both boys turned to the kitchen as they heard a *ding!* "And that means, our dinner is ready." Kurt slid off Blaine's lap expertly. Kurt was thankful that his hard-on wasn't that bad, and went unnoticed behind his cargo shorts. Kurt flickered his eyes down to Blaine's hardness to find that his was hidden just as easily.

Blaine seated himself at the table while Kurt plated the chicken on top of some fresh spinach.

Both boys were trying to focus on something other than how turned on they were at this point. Kurt was trying to remember to not freak out. Blaine was trying to remember how to breath.

Kurt was dressed casually, as casual as Kurt Hummel could be, but it didn't even matter. Kurt was beautiful to Blaine, and no matter how he dressed, he looked incredibly sexy with his hair a little ruffed up, and his lips a bright red.

Kurt set the plate in front of Blaine without saying anything, too nervous and excited about after dinner. As he took his seat, they both began eating the delicious meal. Kurt wasn't sure if there was a method to Blaine's smelling madness, but regardless, he'd really outdone himself this time.

"So, my parents want to have you over for dinner on Saturday." Blaine said offhandedly, and Kurt nearly choked on his mouthful of chicken, until he actually starts choking and coughing up a storm.

Blaine looks to Kurt with concern stricken features. "Are you okay?" Kurt replies with a nod, though he's still coughing, and his face is turning red.

Blaine reaches over, despite Kurt's reply, and pats his back, hoping it'll help.

As the coughing subsides, Blaine barely stifles a giggle, as Kurt's eyes are wide and blinking rapidly. Kurt, as gracefully as ever, picks up his fork again and continues eating as if it never happened. Blaine finds himself settling his lips into a soft half-smile.

"So, is that a yes?" Blaine asks curiously, with a raised eyebrow. Kurt finishes chewing, the polite thing to do, before replying.

"I suppose it's only fair," Kurt dabs the corner of his mouth with a napkin. And I'm the dapper one. Blaine thought.

As Kurt continued to swipe the napkin across his lower lip, Blaine eyed the napkin somewhat conflicted. You're jealous of a freakin' napkin, Blaine. Chill out.

"I mean, you've met my family, I should meet yours. That's how these long-term relationships go, right?" Kurt replied before smiling softly, and Blaine's heart melted a little.

"So I've heard," Blaine smiled back, effortlessly. It was a nice feeling knowing that Kurt too thought of this as a long-term thing. Blaine could only hope Kurt knew he felt the same.

Blaine reached over the table to hold Kurt's hand; a simple gesture that made both teens hearts beat faster. He stroked his thumb lightly over Kurt's knuckles, stopping on his fourth finger.

"Kurt, if I told you I loved you, what would you say?" Blaine asked with a loving expression. Kurt looked deep into Blaine's eyes, and his breath was taken by the view. Blaine's eyes were warm and golden like honey, and had flicks of emerald flowing thinly from his pupils, along with the russet decals sprinkled across the honey base. Kurt hated the cliché, but in that moment, he was lost in Blaine's eyes.

Kurt was pulled out of his daze as Blaine's hand on his tightened, and his eyes shifted, the warmth turning into cold, the green lightening, and the decals of brown fading light. Blaine's mood was changing; the honey color appeared frozen, and stiff. Blaine was nervous, probably because it had been a few minutes and Kurt hadn't answered.

"I'd tell you that I love you, too." Kurt was pulled out of his daze and began to notice Blaine's other features relax. He was nervous.

"And, if I told you I wanted to marry you?" Blaine asked, still just as lovingly.

"Blaine, we've been over this. I know you want to marry me, I want to marry you someday, too. And I know you love me, because I love you, too. What are you getting at here?" Kurt was generally confused. Blaine never acted this strangely, or this nervously, it was unsettling.

Blaine swallowed nervously, searching for words. "Blaine, is everything alright?" Kurt curled his fingers around Blaine's palm, trying to comfort him. It seemed to work, as Blaine's shoulders relaxed noticeably and he shut his eyes.

"I love you, Kurt. And I want to marry you. I want to be with you, forever. And-and—" Blaine stopped. He opened his eyes to see Kurt's soft, loving expression. This isn't the right time. As much as Blaine thought it was, it wasn't. Kurt was now concerned, he wanted Kurt to feel happy and carefree, and Blaine's nervousness was not helping. "I want—I want to do things, with you," Kurt eyes widened for a moment at the sounds of the words leaving Blaine's lips. "A-and I can't stop thinking about it." Blaine waited for Kurt's reply, when what he got was a mouthful of Kurt.

Kurt leaned across the table and pulled Blaine's lips to his own in a heated kiss. I hope this is enough of an answer.

As the kiss deepened, Kurt moved from his seat to straddling Blaine's lap. "M-maybe, maybe we should move this upstairs?" Kurt spoke with very little breath. He looked at Blaine from beneath his lick lashes, and Blaine was caught between thinking Kurt looked absolutely adorable, or utterly sexy. Blaine figured this would be his favorite thing about Kurt, his ability to be both adorable and sexy simultaneously, and make them both completely irresistible.

Blaine finally replied with a nod. In accordance, Kurt began to crawl off of Blaine's lap, but not before Blaine could grab his hips, effectively holding him in place. "I'll carry you?" Blaine asked pleadingly. To be honest, the intimacy of the idea simply made Blaine eager. Kurt giggled in that delightful way that always made Blaine's heart feel lighter before nodding in response.

Without any more words, Blaine pulled Kurt's hips close to his lower stomach as he supported Kurt's behind with his strong hands. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders tightly, holding on for dear life. Blaine then stood with ease, and Kurt's legs came to twine around Blaine's torso, making Blaine smile like an idiot.

Kurt caught Blaine off-guard by planting a firm kiss to his lips, smiling through it. Blaine smiled brightly as Kurt pulled back, blushing furiously. I'll never get tired of that. Blaine thought.

As the entwined boys made their way up the stairs, Blaine had nearly forgotten about the silver ring tucked away in the buttoned pocket of his shorts. Almost.

A/N: I have to get this out of the way first: THERE WILL BE A COMPANION STORY, POSTED SEPERATELY THAT FOLLOWS Kurt AND Blaine INTO THE BEDROOM. IT WILL BE POSTED SOON, I PROMISE.

ahhh! The (somewhat) suspense!

I hope it was worth the wait, guys. Really. I'm sooo sorry .

And the fact that all I supplied you with was some reeeally shitty angst, just makes me feel worse D:

But, alas, it's uploaded. I'm content, I hope you are, too!

So for the next chapter, it'll be fairly lengthy. I'm including kurtcedes bonding time (meaning, we're skipping to the day before they leave, YAY!) Blaine packing, (lol the irony) more Kurt and Finn bonding (whilst Finn is packing LOL, and while Kurt's getting ready to go to Blaine's house) and FINALLY dinner at Blaine's :D

It's going to be packed FULL of everything you guys love (according to the reviews I've gotten!) so, yeah! :D

God, my A/N's are always so fucking long sorry :3