When Kurt received a text from Quinn saying she was going home he immediately ran out of the Lima Bean and to his car. He was tempted to speed but the threat of getting caught and wasting precious time explaining to an officer that he was speeding because the foster boy at his home, who's also the love of his life, finally decided whether or not he wanted to meet his birth mother really didn't sound like an ideal situation. He calmed himself once he parked in the driveway and nonchalantly headed into the house.

"Blaine?" He called when he didn't see the mop of curls in the living room. Coffee in hand, he headed up the stairs and carefully knocked on Blaine's door. "Blaine?" There was some shuffling then the door swung open to reveal a red and puffy eyed Blaine. Kurt would've been concerned had he not had his usual bright smile on his face.

"Hey, you're back."

"Yeah, I brought you coffee." He handed the cup to Blaine. "So how'd your talk with Quinn go?"

"It went well, she was a real help. She's so strong."

"I know she is." He smiled softly. "Are you okay?" Blaine nodded.

"I'm fine."

"A little emotional?"

"A little emotional."

Kurt didn't think his next actions through. It took him a few moments to realize that he had dropped his bag onto his floor and had gently pushed Blaine back into the room. Blaine set his coffee down while Kurt closed the door and then they just looked at each other, they really looked. They could see the nervousness in each other's eyes, the questioning of what they were doing and how they felt for each other. Ignoring the little voice in his head screaming that this was a really bad idea, Kurt took Blaine's hands in his own and pulled him close. There was no protest, just a soft squeeze of reassurance, and the countertenor took that as a sign to continue with whatever it was he was planning to do. Blaine noticed that Kurt seemed absolutely frozen so he decided it was his turn to make the next move. Untangling one hand from Kurt's, he gently caressed the countertenor's cheek, causing Kurt to lean into the touch. After a moment Kurt turned his head just enough to softly kiss Blaine's palm. Blaine smiled softly at the light blush that dusted on Kurt's cheeks and gave his hand another reassuring squeeze. With his free hand, the countertenor slowly reached out and gently ran his fingers over Blaine's slightly parted lips. Soft kisses were pressed to his fingers and he blushed a bit brighter.

Kurt suddenly gasped and pulled away, his heart aching at the heartbroken look on Blaine's face when their hands disconnected and slipped away from each other's faces.

"Wh-What are we doing?" He whispered, unable to make his voice any louder. "We shouldn't be doing this, you have a lot going on right now and I don't want to add to that and-"

"Kurt, hold on, calm down." Blaine reached out to the countertenor slowly, being careful not to scare him. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean this in the nicest way possible but you're not in the best emotional state right now and you really should be focusing on meeting your mother, if that's what you want to do, and I really don't want to add to your stress with a relationship or anything and-"

"Stop." Kurt snapped his mouth shut, blushing brightly. Blaine sighed softly. "I… want to meet her."

"That's great! I can drop you off next weekend and-"

"I only want to go if you go with me." Kurt tilted his head. Did he hear that right?

"Me? What? Why?"

"Because…" Blaine sighed roughly. "I try and act like I'm strong and brave but in reality I'm just a scared kid that needs someone to help him through all the rough times. I need you to be my support system, just this once… please." He had tears in his eyes and Kurt felt absolutely honored that Blaine wanted him of all people to be there for him.

"Of course I'll be there for you." A single tear raced down Blaine's cheek as he smiled.

"Thank you."

The weekend came almost too quickly in Blaine's opinion. He was a nervous wreck all week and was stuck to Kurt's side more so than usual. Quinn, being the only other person to know that Blaine was meeting his mother, tried her best to support him and help him through the week. He was grateful for both of them putting up with his anxiety, especially since he could see Kurt getting a bit irritated with him at times.

"Are you sure I look okay?" Blaine asked for probably the millionth time. Kurt sighed softly, rolling his eyes.

"You look fine, I promise."

"Pinky promise?" He stuck out his extended pinky and Kurt couldn't help but smile. He linked his pinky with Blaine's, getting him to smile as well and visibly relax.

"Pinky promise." With that the two headed out to Kurt's car. Blaine pretty much had his face pressed against the window as they drove and Kurt was tempted to open it for him so he could stick his head out. He really was a puppy sometimes. When they reached the house Blaine went from trying to break out of the window to almost sitting in Kurt's lap.

"I don't know if I can do this."

"Blaine-"

"No, just… give me a second." A second turned into ten minutes but Kurt really didn't care, he just wanted Blaine to be able to make as much time as he needed to get himself together. Eventually Blaine's shaky hands undid his seatbelt and pushed open the car door. Kurt quickly followed, meeting Blaine on the sidewalk and taking his hand in his own. He gave it a reassuring squeeze and Blaine squeezed back, smiling softly.

"Ready?"

"…Ready."