A/N: hello my lovely readers! So this chapter is probably going to be a little lengthy as well, but I hope it's a little bit of everything you love? :D

(and the title of this chapter was punny, mostly because I got a review joking about the wizard of oz because Kurt's aunty Em…lol, I thought it was cute! Anyways, happy reading!)

Kurt could get used to this.

Not only was he basking in the warm sunlight streaming in through the blinds, he was also wrapped up in Blaine's warm, strong embrace. Blaine's breathing was still even and shallow, ghosting over the back of Kurt's neck, his lips faintly making contact with Kurt's skin; he was still sleeping. Kurt desperately wished he could see the way Blaine's lips were slightly parted, Blaine's eyelashes fanning out over his cheeks, Blaine's bedhead, Blaine's anything.

Kurt sighed contentedly. This moment was too perfect to possibly ruin by moving. It must not have been too late in the morning, seeing as their wake-up call hadn't come yet. And by wake-up call, he meant Burt flinging the door open and knocking obscenely loud.

Kurt felt Blaine's toes curl against his exposed ankle, and Kurt stifled a giggle as Blaine began to mumble unidentified words against Kurt's neck, effectively tickling him. Then the knock came. It was loud, obnoxiously so, and so terribly timed. Kurt closed his eyes quickly, hoping his acting skills were par enough that he could pass for sleeping.

"Kurt! Blaine! Up, downstairs, now." The door swung open, banging into the wall. "Let's g―" Burt's voice was loud and authoritative, like a sergeant of some sort, that is until he saw the two entwined boys, sleeping peacefully, their breathing even and the faintest of a smile on each boys face.

"Burt have you see―oh." Carole was now standing beside Burt in the doorway, equally as mesmerized. "Oh, Burt." Carole gently touched his arm as Burt's eyes began to moisten.

"I can't believe he's all grown up." Burt spoke before he sniffled slightly. It was one thing to accept that his son was dating someone, it was another thing to come to terms with the fact that he'd be sharing his son with someone else, it was another to realize that your son's free time was going to be spent with his boyfriend rather than you, it was a whole other thing to be smacked in the face with the realization that your son, your little boy, wasn't so little anymore. He was practically a grown man. Soon he'd be moving out and away to New York and starting his life as an adult, getting his career off the ground. And knowing that he wouldn't be there to see his son become successful and wouldn't be able to be there for him if he needed help was damn near heartbreaking.

But there was a comforting thought amongst all the heartache, Kurt would have Blaine. He would always have Blaine. Burt would virtually be entrusting Blaine with Kurt's well-being, something that no parent found easy to do. He'd be letting Blaine take over his role in Kurt's life, Kurt didn't need his dad to hold him when he cried, that was Blaine's job now. Kurt didn't need Burt to attempt―and ultimately fail―to make him his favorite soup when he was sick, that was also Blaine's job now. Kurt didn't need his father to sit through another one of those musicals he was so fond of, Blaine had taken over that, too.

The truth didn't have to be nice, but it was reality. "Give them five more minutes, hmm?" Carole interrupted Burt's thoughts with a nudge of her elbow.

"Yeah, okay." Burt then closed the door, leaving it open barely a fraction of an inch. He'd miss his little boy, and he hoped he hadn't disappeared forever.

Kurt heard the footsteps retreating and opened his eyes almost instantly. If his hearing served him right, his dad was crying because of him. Damn me and my growing up.

Kurt decided to roll over in Blaine's arms, he couldn't stand the vision of the door where his father had just stood moments ago, crying, because his little boy was growing up. It was heartbreaking and touching all at the same time, it made Kurt think of the future and how close it was and how quickly his life was going to change in the next year or so, thoughts he didn't need right now.

Kurt squirmed a bit as Blaine's arms tightened around him when he made the change in position, although it was endearing. "Bug-a-boo," Kurt cooed softly into Blaine's ear. "Bug-a-boo," Kurt pressed feather light kisses to Blaine's cheeks, then his forehead. "Baby Bug-a-boo, wakey wakey." Kurt placed a chaste kiss on the tip of Blaine's nose. Blaine reacted by scrunching his nose in the most adorable way possible. Kurt very much giggled at the sight. "Hey, Blainey. Wake up my love." Blaine inhaled sharply before rolling his shoulders and yawning widely.

"What do you want?" Blaine mumbled, eyes still shut.

"Good morning to you, too, Bug-a-boo." Kurt tapped the tip of Blaine's nose.

"That rhymed. Hey, hey! Only Kurt can call me that, be quiet." Blaine slurred. So he wasn't aware of his surroundings, that much Kurt was sure of.

"It's a good thing you're cute when you're sleepy, otherwise I'd be offended you don't recognize your own boyfriend." Kurt pulled his arm out from between them to run his fingers through Blaine's wild curls. Blaine's eyes shot open wide and he blinked a few times, taking in the sight before him. He was in Kurt's room, his arms were wrapped around Kurt, Kurt was playing with his bedhead, he was going on vacation with Kurt's family today. It was almost overwhelming, then he looked at Kurt's eyes and his smile and melted right on the spot.

Without much thought, and the overbearing feeling of excitement, Blaine latched his lips to Kurt's in a heated kiss, not caring about morning breath or the fact that someone might walk in. He was stuck in the moment, and Kurt's lips tasted too good for it to be first thing in the morning. "Morning, Mumble-bee." Blaine murmured softly against Kurt's lips, which promptly broke out into a large smile.

"We should get up, my dad's already been in here once." Kurt replied conversationally.

"Was he―was he mad?" Blaine was almost shot up into a sitting position before Kurt pushed against his chest as an order to lie down.

"No, Blaine. He was crying," Blaine's eyes widened, his mouth posed to speak but Kurt continued. "He's sad that his little boy is growing up." Kurt shrugged lightly, not wanting to dwell on the subject any longer than necessary at this particular moment. Blaine's arms noticeably tightened around him. "But, come on, let's go! We've got a plane to catch!" Kurt, despite not wanting to, forced himself out of Blaine's warm embrace, only to have Blaine grab his hand and pull him back for one more deep kiss.

"I love you," Blaine mumbled the words against Kurt's lips and Kurt felt his whole body lean into the touch.

"I love you, too," Kurt tried to pull back, only to have Blaine's hand still caressing his face and Blaine's wide hazel eyes looking up at his longingly. "Maybe just five more minutes."

"Dude, are we sure this is safe?" The Hummel-Hudson-Anderson clan was standing in line waiting to board and Finn was beyond nervous.

"Finn, it's completely safe. Trust me." Carole reassured her son, linking her arm with his and giving a gentle squeeze.

"But how do you know? I just want to know if there's like...some sort of sign that would be a dead give away if this plane was gonna crash or something." Finn was overreacting, everyone knew it. Kurt expected something like this to happen, based off of how Finn had reacted on the plane to New York for glee club.

"Finn, you're being absolutely ridiculous. You've been on a plane before, you know you're safe." Kurt was a tad bit annoyed. Not only had they left the house late because Finn couldn't find his shoes, then Rachel had called to say goodbye. Then Finn took forever to get through security because of the spare change jingling in his jean pockets. It wasn't an ideal way for the morning to progress, considering how well it had started.

"But―" Finn was cut off by Blaine.

"It's fine, Finn, really. I used to be terrified of planes. You get used to it. They really aren't that bad. You'll be fine, okay?" Blaine used the hand that wasn't gripping Kurt's to pat Finn on the shoulder. Finn nodded with a small smile.

"Why is it that I'm the one who has to sit alone?" Finn grumbled a few moments later.

"I can sit with you for a little while," Blaine offered. Kurt turned to Blaine with an expression that was unreadable, and Blaine panicked. "I-I mean, if that's okay with Kurt, of course." Blaine's eyes flickered between the two brothers. Simultaneously, the brothers faces broke into smiles.

Kurt nudged Blaine with his hip. "I think that's very sweet of you." Kurt leaned his head onto Blaine's shoulder as he spoke, speaking the words against the exposed skin of his neck. Kurt pressed a chaste kiss the the skin before pulling back to look Blaine in the eyes.

"Yeah, Blaine, that's really cool of you. Thanks." Finn patted Blaine on the shoulder in thanks.

"Any step-brother of Kurt's is a step-brother of mine!" Blaine proclaimed in a cheesy manner, making the three boys laugh. The line slowly started to move and they became closer to actually boarding.

"Hey, that's brother in-law, to you. And don't think that means I won't royally kick your ass if you ever hurt Kurt!" Finn punched Blaine's arm lightly, laughing and joking with Finn. The two did really get along, and it was strange to Kurt. But at the same time, it was the best possible outcome, right?

Burt's head swung around to face the three smiling boys at the mention of in-laws. Carole squeezed his arm forcefully, ordering to him to turn around. "Don't say something stupid." Carole muttered quietly.

Burt looked at his wife with a shocked expression. "They're mentioning in-laws, Carole. How can I not say something intimidating?" Burt argued in a whiny tone.

"Burt, really. Just leave it alone." Carole said with finality. And that was that. Something about the assurance that Carole spoke with, mixed with her slightly aggravated tone made Burt shut his mouth extra quick.

The clan finally reached the front of the line and had their boarding passes examined and were ushered along through the tunnel.

"I can't believe we're actually going! And you're actually coming with me! This is so exciting!" Kurt so nearly squealed as he basically skipped down the aisle towards the plane.

"You're cute when you're excited." Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek before Kurt jumped a little as they joined the queue to be welcomed onto the plane.

Kurt never let go of Blaine's hand as they were greeted onto the plane, or when they sat in their seats, or when the pilot came over the loudspeaker to address the passengers. He was too excited.

"Kurt, I love you to bits, but you need to let go of my hand so I can do my seat belt up." Blaine requested with a smile.

Kurt's dazzling smile faltered a little as he released Blaine's hand. "Oh, right. Sorry. I'm just―"

"Really excited, I know. So am I," Blaine buckled his seat belt and waited for Kurt to buckle his before taking his hand again and smiling softly. The flight attendant addressed the passengers over the loudspeaker, letting them know that they were ready to begin taxiing to the runway. "Kiss for good luck?" Blaine asked more nervously than he should have.

"Of course," Kurt kissed his lips chastely. They were, after all, still in Ohio. "You know, I can't wait till we're in Canada. I can kiss you in the streets and no one would say a thing." Kurt said.

Blaine nodded his agreement. "And we can go out on over-the-top romantic dates like every other couple, hold hands, the whole nine yards." Blaine smiled effortlessly. The pink tinge in Kurt's cheeks assured him that that was the right thing to say.

As soon as the plane started to drive down the runway, there was idle chatter between the two about things that they hoped for on this trip and their limited knowledge of Canada's currency. Just as the plane came to a stop at the beginning of the take-off strip, Kurt and Blaine heard a 'psst' sound coming from a few rows back. Sure enough, the couple turned to see Finn leaning forward in his seat into the aisle trying to catch the couples attention.

"Psst!" Finn was whispering, though Kurt and Blaine had no idea why.

"What is it Finn?" Kurt asked in a conversational volume.

"I just wanted to make sure you guys weren't freaking out...or something." Finn tried to justify his needing for comfort of some sort by dumping his own insecurities on Kurt and Blaine. Kurt recognized this as he'd done the same on the way to New York, dumping his fear on Artie.

Blaine sympathized Finn as discreetly as possible. "We're fine, Finn. And so are you. Just chew some gum and relax." Finn nodded his appreciation before sitting back in his seat, Kurt and Blaine doing the same. Not even a minute later they heard the 'psst' again.

"What is it now?" Kurt inquired hastily. Other passengers were trying to avert their eyes from the boys seemingly strange conversation.

"I don't have any gum." Finn's expression was panicked and he genuinely looked like he was on the verge of tears. Kurt spun to Blaine, who was already digging in his pocket for the package of Trident.

"Here," Blaine held the gum between his fingers, reaching out for Finn, but he realized the distance was too great even for Finn's lanky arms. "Can you catch?" Blaine asked hesitantly.

"Dude, I play football. Of course I can catch." Finn rolled his eyes, something Blaine had never seen him do before. Must've picked that little trait up from Kurt. Kurt was practically the master, no, the queen of bitch-glares and eye rolls.

"Okay, catch!" Blaine tossed the stick of gum to Finn, whose fingers fumbled at first, but then his hands cupped around the gum and he smiled his appreciation.

"Thanks, man." Finn said before sliding back into his seat, Blaine doing the same.

"You'd think this was his first time on a plane," Kurt mumbled as he reached for Blaine's hand yet again.

"Second time is usually worse than the first, especially cause you know what to expect, and you've had more time to imagine up possible disasters." Blaine smirked before popping a piece of gum into his own mouth. Blaine held one out to Kurt with a quirked eyebrow. Kurt smiled and accepted the gum, chewing at a consistent pace.

Kurt didn't miss the way Blaine's eyes watched his jaw flex as he chewed and swallowed the collecting saliva. Kurt tried to keep his eyes forward towards the flight attendant finishing up the safety equipment demonstration, but he was finding it near impossible as he could almost feel Blaine staring.

"You're burning a hole in my head." Kurt whispered, refusing to take his eyes away from the stewardess.

"I can't help that my boyfriend is beautiful and I want to oggle him sometimes." Blaine replied simply, his eyes still trained on Kurt.

Kurt felt his cheeks heat up at Blaine's shameless compliment. The flight attendant finally took her seat and the plane was at a halt for a few moments. Kurt took the opportunity to turn to Blaine and reward him with a chaste peck high on his cheekbone. "And you said you weren't very good at romance." Kurt mumbled with a smirk playing on his lips.

Blaine smiled as the plane began to accelerate. This was probably Blaine's favorite part about flying, taking off. It always meant that you were going on an adventure, and Blaine was always eager. Blaine tried not to bounce around in his seat too much, but he couldn't help but to lean over Kurt to look out the miniscule window.

He watched as the tarmac quickly began to go from a grainy blacktop to a smooth, blurry strip. Blaine listened to the plane as it got louder and louder, speeds accelerating far past 100mph. Blaine had always loved this part about flying, watching the world below you speed by, getting smaller and smaller. Or when the plane glided through clouds, blocking your vision for a few minutes. He especially loved when he saw cars driving on roads, they looked like little ants; little multi-colored ants. He also loved to see hot air balloons floating much closer to the ground, even the large balloons still looked small in comparison. He loved being able to see the definite lines between grass and sunflower fields, roads and rivers, dirt and rocks, it was all so interesting.

While Blaine smiled like an idiot as the tip of the plane lifted off the ground, Kurt continued to hold his hand and chew his gum at miles a minute, praying his ears wouldn't suffer too much damage.

The plane continued its ascend into the sky as Blaine leaned even farther over Kurt to get a good view. Blaine probably would've been in Kurt's lap for it not have been for the seat belt secured around his hips.

"Do you just want to switch seats for when we land?" Kurt spoke slyly as Blaine's entire torso came to rest in his lap.

"If you don't mind," Blaine tore his eyes away from the window to wink at Kurt.

"It's not that I mind, I just think you're enjoying the view more than I am." Kurt crossed his arms playfully with a small smile on his lips.

Blaine sat back in his seat, upright. This time his eyes wandered over Kurt. Kurt shifted under the heavy gaze. "What are you doing?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine in shyness.

"Enjoying the view." Blaine replied with a devilish smirk. Kurt rolled his eyes and wished that he didn't blush so easily. Then again, Blaine was the only person who was really able to make him blush so effortlessly.

Kurt dove in for a kiss, trying to keep their head low enough so that passengers in front and behind them wouldn't see anything. Blaine deepened the kiss and Kurt was too weak not to accept Blaine's tongue and suck fervently.

The kiss was broken when a 'ding' alerted them that they were now able to remove their seat belts. The boys sprung apart in surprise and laughed slightly breathless before clicking their seat belts and switching seats.

They were three hours into their flight when Blaine politely excused himself to sit by Finn for a little while. He'd been excusing himself every half an hour or so, seeing as Finn was being fidgety. Kurt took Blaine's absence as an opportunity to catch up on the latest Vogue and listen to Beyonce's new album. At least, that's what he was planning on doing, until his dad appeared standing in the aisle.

"Mind if I sit here for a minute?" Burt asked. Kurt smiled up at his dad and nodded, removing his headphones and sliding over to the window seat.

"Whatsup?" Kurt asked nonchalantly as Burt sat down.

"Nothing, nothing. I just...had some...things I wanted to talk to you about." Burt kept his eyes from meeting Kurt's.

Kurt's eyes widened in a mix between fright and surprise. "L-like what?" Kurt asked tentatively.

"Well, I just...I guess I just wanted to follow up with our last...talk." Burt and Kurt squirmed in their seats.

"Do you really think this is the right place for that?" Kurt swallowed as calmly as he could.

"Well, I don't expect to be able to get you alone any other time for the rest of the trip, so," Burt shrugged. "I just want to know if you're being...careful." Burt was looking right at Kurt, and Kurt felt himself blushing under his stare.

"For your information, there's no need to be...erm, careful." Kurt averted his eyes as he spoke.

"So you're still a virgin?" Burt asked bluntly, with a hint of surprise and triumph in his voice, and spoken a little too loudly for Kurt's liking.

"Shh! But, yes, I am," Kurt paused. Should I tell him? I mean, should I tell him about the other stuff? Kurt swallowed before continuing. "I-I mean, we―we do, you know, other things. B-but not that." Kurt was blushing furiously and made sure to keep his eyes away from his fathers.

"What do you mea―oh. Oh." Burt swallowed and twisted his hands together. "Well, uhm, is...are you...did he...pressure...you?" Burt was speaking barely above a whisper, just as shyly as Kurt had replied.

"N-no! Of course not. He would never, no. It was...it was my idea, actually." Kurt added almost silently.

"You didn't...you didn't pressure him did you?" Burt asked almost frantically.

"No! God, no. I just...I brought it up, and we talked about it a bit and we both felt...ready." Kurt replied sheepishly. He was quite surprised at how comfortable he felt barring this information to his dad of all people. Then again, it was a little easier than telling Mercedes.

"Well...that's really...mature. Not that I'm surprised, or anything. It's just...not many kids your age take that kind of time to think things through. I'm really proud of you, Kurt." Burt replied, smiling slightly proudly.

"He cares about me, you know. Almost as much as I care about him," Kurt spoke shyly. "We don't want to hurt each other, I think that's why this whole...intimacy thing works so well between us." Kurt was shameless in his statement, and Burt didn't seem to mind at all as he nodded.

"You two are really good for each other. Just make sure that when that time comes, whether it be tomorrow or in twenty years from now, though I'm strongly leading towards twenty years from now―"

"Dad."

"Sorry, sorry. But I'm just saying, be safe. I know you love him a lot, it's a little scary for your old man to have to sit back and watch you fall in love like this." Burt replied earnestly.

"I know, dad. But you'll still always be important to me, no matter what happens between me and Blaine," Kurt was speaking from his heart. He knew no matter what Blaine became to him, from fiance to husband, his dad would always be one of the most important men in his life. "And he loves me, too, dad. Almost as much as I love him."

"I resent that." Kurt looked away from his father to see Blaine standing in the aisle with his hands tucked in his pockets, wearing a genuine smile.

Kurt couldn't help the way him and Blaine locked eyes, both smiling almost embarrassingly wide.

"I'll be going then," Burt spoke gruffly. He patted Blaine on the shoulder in passing and returned to his seat a few rows over.

Kurt moved back into his aisle seat and Blaine shuffled by to the window seat. As soon as they were both settled in their seats, Kurt cuddled up to Blaine. Blaine's arm came to rest around Kurt's shoulders inviting him in even more.

"I love you," Blaine murmured into Kurt's hair.

"I love you more." Kurt replied sleepily. Blaine let out a small, muffled laugh before kissing the top of Kurt's head.

"Keep dreaming, babe." Blaine replied. Kurt only hummed in reply. They still had about two hours left on the plane, so a nap sounding like a good idea to both boys. The last thing Kurt felt before sleep overcame him was a soft pair of lips pressed to his temple.

Kurt blinked his eyes open as he heard the pilot's voice echoing through the loudspeaker. Kurt yawned an stretched his leg muscles as best as he could in the tight space the seat provided. The pilot announced that they were about to begin their descend into YVR and thanked the passengers for flying with them today. Kurt squirmed slightly in Blaine's arms, holding him close.

Kurt playfully poked at Blaine's cheek. "Wakey, wakey Bug-a-boo!" Kurt quipped playfully.

"Not in public," Blaine mumbled back as he lifted his arms above his head to stretch his muscles. Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes.

"We're almost there!" Kurt squealed quietly.

"Really? Awesome!" Blaine had on a nervous smile and was quickly becoming a little paler than usual.

"Is everything okay?" Blaine only nodded his head jerkily. Something was clearly bothering him.

"You know you can tell me whatever it is," Kurt gently touched Blaine's arm as Blaine re-buckled his seat belt.

"It's nothing, I'm just...I'm nervous. Beyond belief. I just...I-I want them to like me." Blaine hung his head sheepishly keeping his voice low.

"Oh, Bug..." Kurt smiled softly, stroking Blaine's cheek with his thumb. "You have nothing to worry about, they will love you. But I'm not going to lie to you, my aunty Em's opinion is really important to me. But, I have no worries. Just trust me, once we get there, Cara and Evan will be hanging all over you." Blaine smiled in spite of his anxiety. And Kurt pecked him on the corner of the mouth.

"I love you," Blaine said simply.

"I love you, too." Kurt replied simply. Both boys settled into a comfortable silence as the plane descended towards the YVR.

It took a decent half hour before the Hummel-Hudson-Anderson clan finally made it through customs. As soon as they emerged from the security gates, Kurt released Blaine's hand and shot off in the direction of a thin woman with flowing, wavy hair with an auburn tint. She had eyes like Kurt, sparkling and clear, but a misty green. By her side were two smaller children with chocolate brown hair and matching gray eyes.

Blaine trailed behind as Kurt practically tackled the woman, enveloping her in a tight hug. The rest of the clan stood off to the side, giving Kurt and his aunt their moment. Nobody missed the sniffles that came from the pair as they clung to each other for dear life.

As Kurt finally pulled away, Em wiped a tear from his cheek. "Hi baby," She spoke thickly, tear tracks staining her cheeks. "Oh lord, you look just like Lizzie." The words were choked and quiet, only making both of them cry a little more. Blaine wished there was something he could do or say, but instead he just hung back behind the rest of the family as Kurt's aunt turned to Burt, wrapping him in an even tighter embrace. "How ya doing, B?" She asked in a clearer tone. The hug looked awkward because of the vast height difference between Em and Burt, but neither seemed to care. If Blaine wasn't mistaken, a tear or two also escaped from Burt's eyes.

Kurt tore his eyes away from his dad and aunt hugging to look at Blaine with tear swollen eyes. He quirked the corners of his mouth and gestured his head, inviting Blaine to come stand by him.

Without much of a complaint, Blaine looped around the family to stand beside Kurt, taking his hand instantly. "Are you okay?" Blaine asked gently, squeezing Kurt's hand, aiming for comfort.

Kurt only nodded before sniffling again. "It's been so long." Kurt looked down at his shuffling feet as he spoke. Blaine wholeheartedly understood how Kurt felt. His aunt was important to him, surely it had been a while since he's actually seen her.

Blaine looked up to observe the introductions. Finn had shaken Em's hand politely and smiled like it was rehearsed. When Em shook Carole's hand, she lingered for a moment longer than was probably comfortable, though Carole's face didn't show it.

"You're next." Kurt mumbled shyly. He squeezed Blaine's hand for emphasis and right at that moment, Em turned to face the two boys.

Getting a closer look at her, Blaine saw the many wrinkles decorating her face, though she didn't look old. She'd aged well. Her hair was thick and glossy and rested just below her shoulders. Her body was slim but strong, much like Kurt's and her skin was probably only a shade darker than Kurt's. You could tell from this distance that Kurt and Em were most definitely related.

"And you must be Blaine." Blaine nodded shyly.

"It's so nice to meet you," Blaine shook her hand. Blaine felt the weight of her stare, it wasn't of intimidation, more like wonder and amusement.

"I agree, it's nice to have a face to match the name. Kurt was right, your eyes are one of a kind." Em spoke shamelessly. Blaine could almost feel the combined heat radiating off his and Kurt's cheeks. Blaine's eyes flickered away from her face to take interest on the tiling on the floor.

"Well! Now that the introductions are done, I say we get a move on! I'm sure you're all hungry." Em smiled warmly and something about the smile struck as familiar in Blaine's memory. Blaine couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen the exact same smiling features once before. But he pushed his irrational thoughts away in favor of focusing on gathering his and Kurt's luggage.

While Blaine and Kurt stood by the rotating belt, Blaine felt a tug on the bottom of his hoodie. He turned to see the source, only to see a petite little girl, Cara if he recalled correctly. She looked up at him with her big, gray eyes and Blaine saw a familiar sparkle in her eyes, much like Em and Kurt's.

"Hello!" Blaine smiled down at the little girl. She smiled back up at him with her front teeth missing. She giggled before skittering away back to her mother's side.

Blaine was confused, and his face must've showed it. Kurt's hand slipped into his and he squeezed lightly before leaning to whisper in Blaine's ear.

"It'll only get weirder."

The drive from the airport was the opposite of quiet and awkward. The conversation never stopped flowing, the excitement radiating off of everyone in the cramped car. Cara and Evan sang along with the radio as best they could and giggled a whole lot. Blaine found himself wedged between Kurt and Finn with Evan's car seat on the end. It was a tight squeeze, but the laughter and constant conversation made the twenty minute drive more bearable.

They pulled up to the oversized suburban home that pretty much looked like every other house on the street. But Blaine felt as if this house held a certain friendly energy that none of the other houses had. He could almost feel it.

The clan piled out of the van and began to haul luggage up to the house. Kurt was about to sling his carry-on over his shoulder when he felt a little tug on his hoodie. He looked down to see little Cara looking up at him with bright eyes and a toothless grin.

"I can carry this for you." Kurt's heart fluttered as the little girl smiled up at him. He remembered when she was just a baby and she would wrap her little fingers around one of his. He always knew they would be close. Kurt shook his head from his reminiscing and handed his messenger bag. Thankfully, he hadn't filled it too full.

"Thank you, babydoll." Kurt smiled as her eyes twinkled in the all too familiar way. She took the bag from his hands and held it close to her chest as she marched up to the house.

Kurt stood in near shock. The twinkle in her eyes was so familiar and yet such a distant thought. Kurt felt the tears clinging to his lashes before he could properly stop them.

Everyone else was already heading up to the house, Kurt was thankful. No one was there to see him cry for the second time that day alone.

Kurt buried his face in his hands and cried almost silently until he heard the loud thud of the trunk being shut. Kurt sniffed and wiped his tears the best he could, trying to hide them from whoever was still outside.

Blaine rounded the corner of the van with a smile on his lips and words on the tip of his tongue. He had his and Kurt's luggage in tow, but the suitcases were promptly dropped when he saw that Kurt had been crying.

"Mumble, what's wrong?" Blaine's eyes were wide and searching as he pulled Kurt into his arms.

"I haven't been completely honest with you," Kurt started. But the tears were coming too fast and his body shook as he sobbed loudly.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Blaine, my―"

"Come inside to eat, boys!" Em poked her head out the door. She didn't stay long enough to notice that the boys weren't just hugging, but Blaine was comforting a crying Kurt. As soon as her head ducked away Kurt pulled a tissue from his pocket.

"I thought these would come in handy sometime," Kurt let out a small almost humorless laugh as he took interest in his fidgeting fingers. Blaine swiped a runaway tear as it raced down Kurt's cheek. He pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's forehead, prompting Kurt to look up at him.

"We'll talk later, yes?" Kurt let out a shaky breath and nodded slowly. "Come on, let's go." Kurt grasped his luggage handle loosely and dragged it behind him, still wiping at his eyes with the tissue. Blaine's arm wrapped warmly around Kurt's waist, providing comfort. Blaine pressed another kiss to Kurt's temple before they entered their home for the next two months.

A/N: again, pretty lengthy, I know. But not as long as the last one!

Btw guys, I have a beta now :D so, whenever I finish writing you'll have to wait a few days before you actually get the new chapter, so it's not ALWAYS my laziness :P

anyways, next chapter is guaranteed to be extra EXTRA fluffy! Reviews are love :)