A/N: Wes/Gavel is in here for Cap'NCupcake:) ENJOY, LOVELY!

"I now call this meeting to order."

Thad rolled his eyes. "Wes—this isn't some stupid student council meeting. Why the hell do you have a gavel?"

Wes sat up straight, staring at Thad angrily. "No reason. Now, Thad has an announcement."

In the empty—except for the seven boys—rec room, Flint leaned forward, his forearms on the tops of his thighs, hands clasped in front of him. "Kurt broke up with Daniel. Wait!" he said quickly, when Trent opened his mouth. "But he's not sure what he's doing about Blaine yet."

David sighed. "Great."

"Hold on—what about Blaine?"

Flint smiled softly. "Blaine's sure about how he feels."

"So what do we do?" Trent asked.

"Yeah, that's the tough part."

-0-

As it turned out, it wasn't as easy as getting Kurt to admit to Blaine that he'd broken up with Daniel because, frankly, he wasn't sure why he had. He was kind of glad to be rid of him, but also missed him sometimes…

"Whatcha thinking about, Porcelain?"

Kurt jumped out of his thoughts. "Uh, nothing."

"So, are you back in Blaine's pants yet?"

"Thad!"

"Just asking!" The shorter boy smirked. "So—when are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what exactly?"

"That you broke up with Daniel because you love him back."

"I haven't decided that I love him ba—wait. How did you find out about me breaking up with Daniel?"

Thad frowned. "Oh. Huh. Well, that's my cue to leave. Later, Hummel!"

And the rest of the day went a bit like that with the other guys too. In fact, the whole next week did. Constant pestering and teasing and through all of it, Blaine hardly said two words to him. It seemed that Blaine was back to cold and distant.

Until one night when Kurt was walking back to the dorms from the library and stepped behind a building to take a short cut, only to see—

"Blaine?'

The boy turned automatically, smoke escaping his mouth as the cigarette in his hand left his lips. Without a word, the curly-haired boy turned to leave.

"Wait!"

He froze.

"I… I haven't talked to you in a while."

"Busy."

"Wanna walk me back to the dorm?"

Kurt watched as Blaine dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his foot, before pulling his jacket tighter around himself. It was a silent a moment and then he started walking. "You coming or what?"

When Kurt caught up with him, he cleared his throat. "So, uh…"

"How's Daniel?"

"Oh. He's fine, I guess."

"You guess? You don't know?"

"No, I…" Kurt hesitated. He could give a feeble excuse about not having enough time to talk to him or maybe say that they'd just been busy or they didn't really talk about school or… Anything. But instead, he slipped an arm through Blaine's. "No, we haven't talked in awhile."

"What a shame."

"You sound so torn up," Kurt teased.

"Maybe I am."

Sighing, Kurt leaned into him. Blaine almost considered pulling his arm away. He didn't want to be played with. But…this was what he was being offered so he was going to take every last bit of it.

"Are you happy?" Blaine asked suddenly, the words completely bypassing his filter.

"Honestly?" Kurt looked at him, squeezing him arm. "I don't know. What about you?"

"Not even a little bit."

Kurt bit his lip. He could hear the pain in Blaine's voice, the disguised and barely there angst and sadness. His hand slipped down Blaine's arm and their fingers intertwined.

"Won't Daniel be mad?"

"I doubt it," Kurt sighed.

"Why wouldn't he be?"

"Our break-up was pretty amicable." Blaine stopped walking, looking up at the boy next to him. "Why'd you stop walking? It's cold out—mmphm…"

Blaine kissed him desperately, his hand cupping the pale-skinned boy's face, and for a moment, it was perfect. It was just them. It was deep and perfect and it sent a warmth down to Blaine's chest to get his heart to start beating again.

And then Kurt pulled away, coughing slightly. "Okay, if we're dating now, you absolutely need to stop smoking—that's disgusting."

-0-

Flint set down his book, frowning at the other side of the room. It was nearly curfew and Kurt wasn't back yet…for the fourth night in a row. He couldn't possibly be that forgetful, not after Mr. Harmon had nearly—

"Hello, Flint," Kurt said, bounding into the room, grinning. "How are you?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've practically been walking on air for the last week! You—oh." Flint stopped, eyes zeroing in on Kurt's neck. "Take off your scarf."

Kurt flushed pink. "What? Why?"

Flint lunged, grabbing the smaller boy around the waist and unwinding the scarf to display a collection of well-placed and fresh-looking hickey.

He grinned, shouting, "Hallelujah!" He ran to the door, flinging it open. "Kurt and Blaine are in motion! I repeat: Kurt and Blaine are in motion! They've gotten their acts together and Kurt has hickeys!"

Other doors suddenly opened, boys peaking out. "Seriously?" David asked. "And he didn't tell me? That bastard."

"Finally!" Jeff and Nick sounded off.

"Sweet!" Thad hollered.

Trent was too busy laughing and clapping to say anything.

Wes was fist pumping.

"Hold on," Blaine interrupted from next to David. "What is this about?"

"They were trying to get us together," Kurt offered. "Have been for awhile."

Blaine smirked. "Wow. Well you guys suck. You didn't help at all."

"What are you talking about?" Wes demanded. "You're together, aren't you?"

"No thanks to you guys." Kurt smiled at Blaine. "Hi again, by the way. And maybe watch your handiwork next time. Some pieces of artwork aren't meant for the public eye."

Blaine winked.

"Alright." David grabbed the back of Blaine's jacket. "Stop flirting—go to sleep. Night, all!"

-0-

"Blaine?"

"Hm?"

"You know you can…I mean… If you wanted, you could talk to me. About anything."

"I talk to you."

"I mean about…"

"About why I'm here."

"Well, I think I know why you're here specifically," Kurt teased, tilting his head up to nip at Blaine's earlobe. "Flint's gone for the weekend and I have nice sheets."

"It's hilarious that you tease me like this and yet neither of us is even close to naked—no, it's not hilarious. It's sad. Take off your shirt."

Kurt slapped Blaine's hand away playfully, settling back down on his chest. "You can talk to me though."

"I know," he whispered, kissing the top of his boyfriend's head. "There's not a lot to tell right now. Basically the gist of it is that I needed a defense mechanism. To handle…everything. The bullies, my parents. So I went rebellious teenager to the extreme."

"Your parents?"

"They're not totally supportive of my sexuality."

Kurt frowned, curling farther into him. "I'm sorry."

"Me too, love. However, I can think of something that could make it better…" Grinning, he rolled over, pinning Kurt beneath him.

"You can't hide from these things, Blaine. Not forever."

"I'm not hiding from them," he whispered as he kissed down Kurt's jaw and neck and began unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm putting them away for another time. Another time when I'm not ridiculously distracted by the utter attractiveness of my boyfriend."

"Please, I'm flawless. You'll always be distracted by me."

"He speaks the truth. Ugh, I can never get your bowties…" Kurt reached up, untying it deftly. "Thanks."

"Anytime. Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I'll get to meet them? Your parents?"

The hands stopped. Blaine sighed.

"Do you not want me to meet them?" Kurt asked as the older boy moved off of him, sitting up against the headboard.

"They're not very nice, Kurt. They won't be very nice to you."

"I've dealt with mean people before, Blaine." He sat up as well, putting his tie on the bedside table and leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"Are you going to ask me to meet your parents? Or, uh…your dad?" Kurt had just told him about his mother's death a few days earlier, and Blaine felt a little bad. At least he still had a mom, even if she didn't act like one. "I only ask because well…I'm not exactly the kind of guy to bring home to meet the family."

Kurt rolled his eyes and threw a leg over Blaine's, straddling him. "You're absolutely perfect to bring home to the family," he said, kissing the tip of Blaine's nose. "You could smoke a little less and shave a little more—actually, no, forget I said that. I like your scruff." His hand ran along Blaine's jaw line. "Yeah… I like your scruff. But, regardless, you're the guy I love so you're going to meet—"

"Did you just say you loved me?"

There was a pause before Kurt blushed. "Oh. Uh…yeah, I guess I did."

Blaine grinned, kissing him once, twice, three times, before wrapping his arms around his slender waist. "I love you too."

"Well then, how about we stop talking about parents and you show me exactly how much it is that you love me?"

"I think I can do that."