Before they were even on the porch the door opened. Cassandra stepped out, a bright yet nervous smile on her face. Blaine's hand clutched at Kurt's like it was the only thing keeping him grounded while the other hesitantly reached out for Cassandra's extended one. Their hands connected and you could practically feel time stop. The world snapped back into rotation when Blaine smiled nervously.

"H-Hi, Mom."

"Hi, Blaine." Suddenly they were hugging with tears streaming down their cheeks. They squeezed and clung to each other because after seventeen years they finally could and you could see the love pouring out of them for each other. Once the tears subsided they plopped down on the porch swing, Blaine flopping his legs over his mother's lap as if he had done it all the time. Kurt smiled softly at them as they started catching up. Not wanting to interrupt, he started heading back to the car.

"Wait!" The countertenor turned back around to see Blaine looking at him with wide eyes. "Where are you going?"

"I don't want to intrude, just call me when you-"

"Nonsense," Cassandra scoffed, "you could never intrude." Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, please stay." Dammit, there was that pout and those puppy dog eyes. Kurt sighed softly and headed back to the porch.

"Let's go inside. You can meet your grandma." Blaine's eyes grew wide and he happily followed his mother into the house. Once inside he immediately pulled his grandmother into a tight hug, smiling softly at the soft whispers from her to keep him from crying. The Andersons settled down on the couch, Kurt opting to sit by himself on the loveseat.

Their conversation didn't stay on one topic for too long; Blaine had gone from answering Cassandra and Susan's questions to pretty much giving them his entire life story. He didn't notice but Cassandra would wince every time he mentioned moving in with another family. It broke her heart that he was so used to moving, that it was something so normal for him. When he finally got to Kurt's family she smiled softly, glancing over at the countertenor that had a loving smile on his face as he listened to Blaine. Cassandra looked over at the clock and gasped.

"Oh, it's already one? Is anyone hungry?" She didn't give anyone a chance to answer as she rushed to the kitchen. Kurt followed after her, offering his help. Blaine sighed softly, jumping a bit when Susan elbowed him lightly in the side.

"You like him, don't you?" She asked with a knowing smile when he turned to her. He blushed brightly, hoping he wasn't too obvious, and chuckled.

"What? I don't… I mean I…" Her smiled grew and he sighed softly, still smiling. "Yeah, I do."

"You should tell him." He shook his head.

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because… Well because… Uhm, well… I don't know." Susan giggled.

"You should tell him."

Back in the kitchen a similar conversation was being held.

"I don't know why you didn't just admit all your feelings to him right there." She said in reference to the nonverbal admittance to his feelings that day he had Quinn talk to Blaine. Kurt sighed roughly.

"Because I didn't want to overwhelm him. I didn't want him to have to worry about what was going to happen here with you and a relationship with me. You didn't see him, Cassandra, he was so anxious and worried all week and I didn't want to add to that." She nodded, her motherly instincts telling her that Kurt had made the right decision while the teenager still harbored inside her said that the countertenor was being silly.

"Maybe now you should tell him." He sighed again.

"Maybe, I don't know." Kurt poked his head back into the living room, waiting patiently for Blaine's attention. When he did get it he felt a smile slip onto his face. "Honey, do you want the crust on your sandwich?" Blaine chuckled.

"Are you offering to cut it off for me?"

"That's why I'm asking."

"Well then I would love to be a spoiled five year old and have the crust cut off my sandwich, if you don't mind." Kurt giggled, nodding, and returned to the kitchen where Cassandra was smirking.

"What?"

"You called him honey." The countertenor's eyes grew wide.

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No."

"Yes."

"Cassandra-"

"A mother is always right, Kurt." He groaned, knowing she was right. Sandwiches in hand, they returned to the living room. Kurt hoped his blush wasn't completely obvious while he gave Blaine his but being cursed with porcelain skin caused his blush to be a bright red. Luckily no one decided to say anything about it.

At around eight Kurt and Blaine decided to leave, Blaine already promising that he would be back the next day. Susan and Cassandra waved from the porch as they drove off. Blaine was talking a million miles a minute, recounting the entire day as if Kurt hadn't been there. The countertenor didn't mind, he just listened with a soft smile like he had the entire day. It was nice to see that Blaine had enjoyed the day.

"What was I so nervous about? Today was perfect. Thank you so much, Kurt, for doing this."

"You're very welcome; I knew this would mean a lot to you." They pulled into the driveway and Kurt shut off the car but neither of them made a move to get out. Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand carefully in his own, squeezing it.

"You're amazing." Kurt giggled.

"I know, I try." Blaine rolled his eyes playfully, turning in his seat so he could better face the countertenor.

"I mean it. I've only told a few of my foster siblings and friends about my mom and you're the only person who's ever done anything. You've given me the only thing, the only person, I've ever wanted and I just… Thank you, Kurt. I wish I could show you how grateful I am." The countertenor smiled softly, unconsciously playing with Blaine's fingers.

"Seeing you today showed me how grateful you are."

"Really?"

"Really." Blaine smiled and slowly started to lean closer to Kurt, giving the countertenor more than enough time to decide if he wanted to do this or not. Their lips barely brushed against each other when there was a knock on Kurt's window, causing the two to jump apart. The countertenor hurriedly opened his door to see Finn standing there, looking more awkward than usual.

"Oh Prada, he saw us almost kiss!"

"Uh, hi!" Kurt said in a voice that was way too high to be normal. Blaine tried to smother his laughter and Kurt shot him a quick glare before turning back to Finn with an obviously fake smile.

"Burt told me to get you two inside."

"Okay, we'll be there in a second." Finn nodded, hurrying inside. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh my Gucci, that was so awkward. He better not tell my dad." Blaine bit his lip and nodded, still trying not to laugh. "What is your problem? We almost got caught! My dad would murder you!"

"We just got cockblocked by Finn! It's funny!" Blaine bursted into laughter and Kurt shook his head.

"It's not funny! It's… it's…" He giggled. "It's not funny, Blaine! We just…" Finally he started to laugh, realizing how lucky they were that Burt sent Finn out to get them rather than go outside himself and catch Kurt and Blaine kissing in the driveway. Soon the laughter died down, leaving the two slightly breathless and smiling at each other.

"We should probably go inside." Kurt sighed.

"Yeah, we should."