A/N: Hello again. Short chapter, I know, and I would apologize for that, usually, and tons; but it felt so right to cut it off right there, so you will have to go and read it and love it, without any apologizes, for it going to be over real quick, from me, as the icing on the cake. Read slow and savour it?

Also, mmh, CAKE!

You will see.

Enjoy.

Yes, the virtual cake I am handing out to you all tonight that too.

Feel free to devour that though at light-speed. (And here I go talking about light-speed again. What's up with that? Seriously?)

Love, M

Trace My Sadness

Blaine looks down, shakes his head, and when their eyes meet again – Blaine doing his best to put on a smile that will convince Kurt to change the subject, 'Because really,' Blaine thinks, 'there is nothing you can do to change my mind, for the better, not right now,' – Kurt knows there are no words right now, and there might not even be questions or answers to ask, or to give.

But there is Kurt, and there is Blaine and Kurt thinks 'There is care to take,' and he does want to take care.

No, not of or for Blaine 'That would be so presumptuous, so arrogant,' Kurt thinks, 'Needs though, everyone has those.'

And Kurt can see nothing wrong in wanting to take care of those for Blaine; because really Blaine's needs are Kurt's now too, and Kurt hopes Blaine knows it, instantaneously starts searching his own mind for ways to make sure Blaine does.

But this will require a conversation, Kurt realizes.

So for now Kurt simple squeezes gently once again, before letting go of Blaine's hand, slowly.

Wanting neither to startle, nor smoother Blaine; and he know Blaine well enough to know that this lingering touch must be getting too much, today.

'It has happened before,' Kurt thinks now, 'Blaine pulling back. How did I not make the connection earlier?'

"Dad, I'll go get dessert," Kurt says standing up.

"Okay Kiddo."

Kurt, gently brushes the fingertips of his left hand over Blaine's left shoulder as he walks past him, a fleeting touch. The kind he knows Blaine loves and can handle right now.

Kurt stops mid-step, turns to look at Blaine and asks "Can I interest you in helping me free the chocolate cake from its confinement in the refrigerator?"

"Yes," Blaine answers in a breathless voice that makes Kurt smile, because it sounds like Kurt just asked something entirely unrelated to chocolate cake.

Kurt holds his hands out for Blaine to take, and as Blaine stands up, Kurt wraps Blaine's arms around himself, leaving Blaine's hands to rest on his lower back, and placing his own hands around Blaine's neck.

"Brilliant," Kurt says, smiling brightly at Blaine, letting go entirely of Blaine after a brief almost tender hug.

And had the boys in this moment had eyes for anyone but each other they would have seen Carole smiling wide and even Burt unable to hold back a smile at how gentle the two are with each other. And their love does look young and fragile to others. A startling contrast to how deep it feels to both Blaine and Kurt.

Finn of course is still too busy shoveling food into his mouth to even notice his step-brother and said step-brother's boyfriend getting up from the table at all and heading for the kitchen.

When they enter the kitchen Kurt pulls Blaine back into the same position, then moves to rest his forehead gently against Blaine's, letting out a contented sigh.

Kurt knows Blaine does not like the idea, or the action, of being called out on the feelings playing up in him.

Kurt is not even sure Blaine is aware how obvious he is making them.

So Kurt decides he is going to go about it all differently.

Tilting his head slightly Kurt leans in to place a kiss on Blaine's left cheek, then one on his right, and finally one on his nose. Fleeting touches once again, nothing more.

Kurt pulls back a little further for a moment and locks eyes with Blaine. They are warm and soft and bright, and Kurt is sure in this instant there is not even a trace of sadness in them.