Happy Saturday!

Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter. As usual, you guys make me so so so happy.

So here's a new one, which I hope you will also enjoy.

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If it hadn't been for Rachel confirming she had indeed opened the door for Blaine before leaving for the theatre, and for the text messages he and Blaine exchanged later, Kurt would have definitely thought it had all been a fever dream.

But it had been real.

A part of him told him it couldn't be. It was too good to be true. These things didn't happen to him. Kurt was used to unrequited love, to pinning in silence for guys he could never have, to finding the left side of the bed always empty and cold. It wasn't that he had never had a relationship before, or that men didn't find him attractive: it had to do with the fact that Kurt's heart usually wanted exactly what it couldn't have.

And now Blaine had told him that what he wanted, what he had lied awake at night wishing for with a broken heart, wasn't impossible.

I have feelings for you.

Five little words, and they had changed Kurt's world.

By Friday he was feeling a lot better, though he was still coughing a bit. He texted Blaine to let him know, insisting he was okay enough to go to work, but Blaine told him to just take one more day off, get enough rest, get rid of that cough and come back on Monday. Deep down inside, Kurt was embarrassed to admit that he panicked a little: what if Blaine regretted what he had said? What if he didn't want to see Kurt yet because he didn't know how to take it all back?

As if he had known that Kurt was freaking out, Blaine sent one more text message: I've never looked forward to Monday more in my entire life.

Kurt was glad Rachel was in class, because he blushed so hard he was shocked his face didn't burst in flames.

So after a weekend slowly trying to return to the land of the living, Kurt was ready to go back to normal on Monday morning. He put a little more attention to the way he looked before he left the apartment, hating the way his cheeks seemed a little sunken after being sick for a week. He had no idea what was going to happen, but whatever it was, he was eager to find out.

Spring was fully in the air now: the sky was clear, there was a gentle breeze, and the sun was shining like a handful of diamonds. Kurt walked towards the subway, his heart filled with the kind of hope and anticipation it hadn't felt in a very, very long time.

When he got off the elevator on Blaine's floor, he felt his palms were a little sweaty. He took a moment to make sure his hair was still in place, and then knocked the door.

It only took Blaine a few seconds to get to it, and there was a bright smile on his face. "Hey! You're alive!"

Kurt chuckled, as he went inside. "Yup. The flu didn't beat me, in the end."

Before they could say anything else, there was a loud shriek, and Max came into the room quickly, his little arms already extended towards Kurt, clearly excited he was back.

"Oh, my little munchkin! Did you miss me?" Kurt asked, bending to pick him up, hugging him close. Max threw his arms around Kurt's neck and held on tight. "I think he did!"

"Of course he did," Blaine said, as he went into the kitchen. "He's been moody all week."

"That's because I'm his favorite," Kurt grinned widely at him. The smell of coffee hit his nostrils as soon as he walked into the kitchen behind Blaine. "Oh, coffee. Can I get some, please? Rachel's been giving me tea nonstop, and when I tried to get coffee instead, she said it wasn't good for my mucus." Kurt made a disgusted face, and then wondered why he was talking about mucus to the guy he was expecting to be making out with in the foreseeable future.

"I wouldn't dare to keep you away from coffee," Blaine said, already reaching for Kurt's favorite mug. "I wouldn't want to wake the dragon."

Kurt snorted out a little laugh (another highly unattractive move, Kurt, what the hell?). He kissed Max's cheek, and then accepted the cup. "That's because you're wiser than she is."

Blaine watched him, still smiling, as he sipped his coffee. After a few seconds of silence, in which they mostly stared at each other in a way that made electricity run down Kurt's spine, Blaine said: "Hi."

Kurt bit his lip. "Hi yourself."

"I'm really glad you're feeling better, and that you're back." Blaine leaned against the kitchen counter, but didn't look away.

Kurt sighed in contentment. "Me too. Being sick sucks. You miss out on so much… so many things you could be doing…" Kurt couldn't help it: his eyes shifted quickly down to Blaine's mouth, and back up again.

Blaine suppressed a laugh, glancing down at his own cup of coffee, bashfully. "So many. But you can always make up for lost time, right?"

"I sure hope so," Kurt said, a little breathlessly.

The tension seemed to crack and pop between them, and Kurt was very, very aware of the one year old boy in his arms. How appropriate would it be to throw himself at Blaine and kiss him senseless while holding his nephew at the same time?

He decided to put the boy down, just in case.

"Oh, I brought you guys something," he remembered. He opened his bag. "I finished the outfits I designed for Max! I'll have to try them on later to make sure I don't have to make any alterations but…"

Blaine grabbed the shirts and the pair of cute navy shorts and stared at them in awe. "Kurt, these are fantastic!"

"Do you really like them? I never realized how much fun it is to design kid's clothes. I have an idea for a vest that would look great on him. I just need to find the right fabric…" Kurt explained, enthusiasm written all over his face.

Blaine watched in disbelief. "You're amazing, Kurt."

Kurt blushed. "Why, thank you." Blaine held one of the button downs up to look at it, a beautiful and cheerful piece in red, with tiny polka dots in white. "Oh, that reminds me! I had some left over fabric from that one, so…" he revealed a bowtie. "I thought you two could match. You guys would look adorable."

Blaine stared at the bowtie as if he had never seen one in his entire life. As if he didn't own a million different ones already. "You… made me a bowtie."

"Yes?" Kurt frowned. "Is that okay? You don't have to wear it, if you don't…"

Blaine surged forward, and Kurt almost didn't have time to put his cup of coffee down to avoid spilling it on himself. Suddenly he was trapped between Blaine's arms, against the counter, which was digging into his back. And yet, he couldn't care less.

Blaine's eyes were wide and bright, so beautiful in the morning light. His lips were slightly parted, and Kurt wasn't entirely sure where to put his own hands, but when Blaine's arms settled lightly around his waist, he decided he was allowed to place them on Blaine's shoulders.

Oh god. They were going to kiss.

Apparently kitchens were perfect places for Kurt Hummel to be kissed halfway to insanity.

"I love it," Blaine murmured, and the warmth of his breath hit Kurt's skin, they were so close. "Thank you."

Kurt hadn't noticed the height difference before. It wasn't much, but he realized that if he bent down just a little bit, he could press his lips to Blaine's… "It's just a bowtie," he replied, feeling a little dizzy.

"It's so much more than that…" Blaine whispered, and Kurt knew, just knew, he wasn't talking about the bowtie anymore.

Kurt let his eyes fall shut in anticipation. His whole body was shaking with how much he wanted it…

He felt a quick tug on his pant leg. They both looked down, and Max was frowning at them, his little fists on their legs, clearly demanding their attention. He let out a brief unhappy noise that clearly said "What the hell? I don't see you in over a week and you just ignore me?"

Blaine chuckled weakly and pulled away so Kurt could grab Max in his arms again. They looked at each other, and the tension was still there, ready to pop at any minute.

"I guess we can keep waiting for that right time," Blaine said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, once again looking a bit bashful.

Kurt smiled into Max's soft hair. "It'll be so worth it."

It was a pity that they finally figured out what they wanted just when they were so damn busy.

Kurt being sick meant he had missed two group project meetings, and that he was behind on lectures. Blaine had so much work he sometimes looked like he was ready to jump off the balcony. The semester was slowly drawing towards its end, and they couldn't afford to get distracted, no matter how much they wanted to just forget the world and kiss.

On Wednesday morning, Kurt arrived on campus feeling tired and ready to march back into bed. He stopped at the cafeteria to grab a large cup of coffee, and sipped it on his way to Blaine's classroom, hoping it'd do the trick. He had stayed up late the previous night with his group from Fashion Marketing working on their project, and got home almost at midnight, only to find out Rachel needed to prepare for a dance midterm. She had been blasting the same song in the living room until three in the morning, when Kurt had thrown a pillow at her head and threatened to push her off the fire escape if he had to ask her to go to sleep one more time.

He would have been pissed about having to be up so early, if it wasn't Blaine's class he was going to. He entered the classroom, where half the students were already sitting and chatting among themselves, killing time, and took a seat on the second row, a little to the left, as he usually did. Then he proceeded to use his own arms as pillows on top of the desk, and laid his weary head on them, wondering if he could catch ten more minutes before Blaine arrived.

Kurt was annoyed at how loud his classmates could be and wishing they would just shut up for a second, when everyone went silent. He raised his head a little to see what had caused this beautiful blessing, and found Blaine entering the classroom, pushing Max's stroller before him. The entire class was staring at him in surprise.

"Good morning!" Blaine exclaimed. He parked Max's stroller next to his desk, and the boy immediately began bouncing, wanting to be free. "Before we get started, I need to apologize for bringing little Max with me. I had a babysitting issue, and didn't want to cancel class on such short notice."

Kurt wondered what had happened with Sam, who usually kept Max in his office on Wednesday mornings while Kurt was in Blaine's class. He was supposed to pick up Max there afterwards and take him home.

"However, I promise he'll behave," Blaine continued, struggling to get Max unhooked from his stroller. He then glanced at the whole classroom and shrugged. "And if he's a pain, then I'll be bringing cookies for everyone next class to make up for it."

The students cheered, causing Max to stare at them, with a mixture of distrust and curiosity in his blue eyes.

"He's so cute!" One of the girls at the back said.

"How old is he, Mr. Anderson?" One of the boys in Kurt's row asked.

"He's one," Blaine said with a little smile. "And you can't distract me with questions about him. I do know we were supposed to start with your presentations today, so…"

Max suddenly let out a loud shriek. He had just spotted Kurt, so he ran towards him, in his awkward toddler way, and Kurt had to grab him so he wouldn't knock his head with the other desks.

"Hey cutie," he said in a low voice. Max pressed his hands to Kurt's cheeks and smiled at him brightly.

Everyone looked from Kurt to Blaine, clearly confused, so Blaine cleared his throat. "Some of you may know Kurt babysits for me sometimes," he explained, which was probably the understatement of the century. "Anyway, who wants to start?"

There were a few seconds of silence, as no one wanted to volunteer, so Blaine had to pick someone. They lowered the lights so the student could show the slides he had prepared for the occasion. After he was all set up and ready to begin, Blaine began to pace the classroom, listening to him attentively, until he was next to Kurt, and sat on the empty seat next to his.

Kurt tried to stop his lips from morphing into a smile, and instead pretended to take notes, while Max sat on his lap, happy to play with the brooch on Kurt's sweater.

"Want me to grab him?" Blaine asked very quietly, so no one else could hear, while the guy at the front paused to change to his next slide. "You can't take notes like that."

"I'm fine," Kurt assured him. "He's calm right now. What happened with Sam?"

"He had a meeting with a scout and couldn't reschedule," Blaine replied, leaning a little closer so Kurt could feel the heat radiating off him. He also smelled great. "I couldn't think of another solution."

"Max can behave even during the most boring presentations in the history of literature, right, Max?" Kurt asked the little boy who smiled up at him in delight.

Blaine snorted. "Don't be mean. He's doing okay."

"You're not even listening to him, Blaine," Kurt retorted, rolling his eyes. "Are you going to ignore me when it's time for my presentation as well?"

"As if I could," Blaine whispered, sending a shiver down Kurt's spine.

His eyes were sparkling, and Kurt had a hard time stopping himself from moving in and pressing his lips to Blaine's. He really needed to be less desirable. "Shush it, and do your job, Mr. Anderson," he teased, and turned back to the front.

Max got bored after the second tedious presentation. Kurt took him to the back of the classroom for a little while and let him run a little there to blow off some steam, where he didn't interrupt. He could feel the stares of his fellow classmates, particularly the girl who always flirted with Blaine. He wondered what they were thinking, and if they could tell there was something more between them, something that hadn't been there a few weeks ago. Part of him couldn't care less: he was happy, for the first time in a very long time.

When Max got tired of running around, Blaine fished a few toys out of his bag and they took turns playing with him to keep him distracted. Kurt wasn't sure if it was the tension to keep Max entertained or the boredom of the presentations, but this was the longest Lit class Kurt had ever attended.

"Alright, that's all we have time for today," Blaine announced after the fourth student went back to her seat after her last slide. "Great job today, guys. We'll continue next class. Let me remind you that these presentations will be part of the final, so you all have to pay attention to what your classmates are presenting. Any questions?"

There was a general murmur but no questions, so Blaine dismissed the class and began picking up Max's toys along with his own stuff. Kurt shoved his things into his bag and walked Max back to Blaine's desk. Blaine waited until the last student had left the classroom to groan and cover his face with his hands.

"This has to be the most unprofessional thing I've ever done," he said.

"Oh please, it wasn't that bad," Kurt replied smiling encouragingly at him. "Max behaved pretty well."

"They were all judging me," Blaine protested. "I could hear them judging me."

Kurt huffed. "They are all idiots anyway. You only need to put up with them for a couple more months, and then the semester will be over." He put Max back in the stroller. "Plus, I'm pretty sure they were judging me. Natalie has such an annoying crush on you, I'm sure she would love to be able to babysit Max."

There was a tiny little smirk on Blaine's face. "Is that jealousy I detect?"

Kurt arched an eyebrow, looking offended. "Oh honey, what's there to be jealous of? Her frizzy hair? Her outdated wardrobe? No, thanks, I'm fine."

Blaine laughed wholeheartedly, shaking his head. "You're incredible."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," Kurt replied, not noticing how he was stepping closer and closer to Blaine.

"You should," Blaine said softly, and after a couple of seconds of silently glancing at each other, his eyes unavoidably shifted down to Kurt's lips. "If I wasn't afraid of getting caught and fired, I would kiss you right now."

Kurt blushed and felt warmth spreading all over him. "Now, saying that is the most unprofessional thing you've ever done," he mocked him, and Blaine chuckled. Looking over his shoulder to make sure they were still alone, Kurt planted a kiss on Blaine's cheek, allowing himself to linger for a second, with his hand cupping the opposite cheek, his thumb stroking gently over his jawline. "I should probably go."

Blaine's eyes were blown wide, his lips parted in awe. "That's probably a good idea."

As Kurt walked out of the classroom pushing the stroller, feeling Blaine's eyes fixed on him, he realized how difficult it would be for them to hide this - this wonderful thing they had, whatever it was. He knew Blaine could get in trouble, and it could be so easy to get caught, with so many people coming and going constantly all over campus. But still, at this very moment, Kurt couldn't really care about any of the risks, because his heart was light and happy, and he couldn't remember when he had last felt like this.

On Thursday morning, Blaine stood by the coffee maker, watching it impatiently. Sam had been over for dinner the previous night and Blaine had gone to bed a lot later than he was used to on a week night. Sam had been upset because one of his best players broke his ankle during practice and now he couldn't play on Friday. Blaine had ordered pizza and they had parked in front of the television on the couch, where Sam was able to let out his frustration.

"Ugh, I can't even think about this anymore," he had said after a while, letting his head fall against the back of the couch. "I'm driving myself crazy. What's new with you?"

So Blaine had filled him in on what had happened with Kurt the past few days. He couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice, no matter how hard he tried, and he was sure there was a very stupid look on his face whenever he said Kurt's name. He felt like he was a sixteen year old boy talking about his first crush.

It was beautiful to feel like this again.

Sam watched him, took a sip of beer and then sighed. "You're in deep, huh?"

Blaine bit his lip, anxiously. "You still think I'm insane, don't you?"

Sam put his beer down and shook his head. "It's not that I think you're insane. I'm just worried. I know how much could be at risk if things went wrong. But I'm happy for you, if you're happy. Just… promise me to be careful."

"I will," Blaine said, rolling his eyes a little. "Kurt really is great, Sam. You don't know him as well as I do."

"He must be," Sam replied, looking right into his eyes, and his expression softened. "This is the happiest you've been in over a year. He must be really, really great."

Blaine smiled sleepily at the coffee pot as he remembered Sam's words. Yeah, Kurt really was something else…

He was startled when he heard Kurt's voice echoing from the front door. "Blaine?"

Before he had time to walk out of the kitchen, Kurt was there, looking worried and so incredibly beautiful in a green shirt that made his eyes pop. He seemed surprised to find Blaine standing in his own kitchen.

"Good morning," Blaine said.

"I knocked like ten times," Kurt said in greeting. "I thought something was wrong. Are you okay?"

"Oh. I didn't hear you, I'm sorry," Blaine smiled apologetically. He gestured towards the keys on Kurt's hand. "But like I told you a million times, I gave you those for a reason. You don't have to knock the door every morning, Kurt. Just come right in."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. I just feel weird inviting myself into your home…"

Blaine suddenly didn't feel so sleepy anymore. He took a couple of steps so he could be right in front of Kurt, and grabbed his hand between his. "You're more than welcome in here, anytime."

Kurt tried unsuccessfully to hide his smile. He looked down bashfully. "Hi."

"Hi," Blaine said, and chuckled. He let his eyes run down Kurt's body, and by the blush on Kurt's face, he realized it was more than welcomed. "You look very nice this morning."

"Thank you," Kurt replied, and after a second's hesitation, he raised his free hand and ran his fingers through Blaine's curls, which he still hadn't applied gel to. Blaine closed his eyes in contentment. "Would you judge me too terribly if I told you I've been wanting to do this for a very long time?"

Blaine peeked at him, biting his lower lip to avoid laughing. "Are you telling me you find my poodle hair irresistible?"

Kurt schooled his face so it was completely expressionless, and he said, very seriously: "Yes."

Laughter burst out of Blaine abruptly. He let his forehead rest on Kurt's shoulder (and oh, the height difference was actually perfect for that; he made a mental note). Kurt took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Blaine, holding him. They stayed like that for a little while, and Blaine hummed happily, letting the sweet scent of Kurt's skin fill his senses.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered.

"Mm?"

"Does this count as the perfect moment?" He asked in a shaky voice, and Blaine simply raised his head and pressed his lips to Kurt's.

It wasn't a passionate, memorable kiss. It didn't have them panting immediately, consumed by lust and heat. It was a simple, sweet kiss, a soft caress of lips. It didn't last long, just a handful of seconds, but it was enough to get their hearts racing, their bodies reacting to the closeness like ships lost in the night and suddenly finding a lighthouse to guide them safely home.

They pulled away very, very slowly. Kurt's eyes were still closed, as if he was savoring the kiss. Blaine run his thumb down his jaw, carefully tracing it, watching him like he couldn't believe he was real.

"Okay?" He asked, gently.

Kurt licked his lips and nodded minutely. "Yeah."

He opened his eyes and Blaine almost stopped breathing. They were a mixture of colors Blaine had never seen before. The blue, the green and the gray swirled together, specks of yellow appearing near the irises. Blaine could have stayed there all day, trying to understand the wonder that were Kurt's eyes.

Max seemed to be tired of being ignored. He was sitting on his high chair at the kitchen table, and threw his spoon across the room, hitting the refrigerator door. Kurt turned to him immediately, as Blaine groaned at the interruption.

"Excuse me, sir, don't you see your uncle Blaine and I are busy?" Kurt teased, heading towards him and kissing his forehead. "What did we talk about? No throwing."

Blaine picked up the spoon, and then went back to the coffee maker, unable to erase the smile from his face. "Coffee, Kurt?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Kurt grinned at him.

After pouring two cups of coffee, Blaine leaned against the kitchen counter and watched Kurt and Max for a few seconds. "You know, Sam stopped by last night for dinner. He needs a little support at the game tomorrow, because his star player got injured."

"Oh that sucks," Kurt said. "Will he be okay?"

"Yeah, but he fractured his ankle. He will need a long recovery before playing again," Blaine explained. He looked down at his mug. "Max and I are going to the game, and I was wondering if you want to go with us?"

Kurt's eyes widened a little. "Really? You want me to go with you?"

"Only if you want to," Blaine hurried to say, suddenly nervous.

"If you don't mind that I know absolutely nothing about sports, then I'm definitely in," Kurt said with a bright smile.

Despite how much they wanted to just spend the rest of the morning kissing, Blaine had to finish getting ready for work. He grabbed a piece of toast for the road because he was running late already, and leaned down to kiss Max's head goodbye, before turning to Kurt and giving him a quick peck on the lips, that felt suddenly so familiar, yet so extraordinary.

"Bye Kurt," he said softly.

Kurt couldn't hold back a new smile. "Bye Blaine."

"Bye Baine."

They both blinked at each other, confused. Then they turned to look at Max, startled.

"Did he just…?" Blaine asked, eyes so round they looked like they didn't belong on his face.

Max was playing with two plastic cars, making them crash, and not paying attention to them. Kurt shook his head very, very slowly. "No. We probably imagined it…"

"Okay," Blaine said, uncertain. Then he said again, purposefully. "Bye Kurt."

"Bye Blaine," Kurt repeated, gaze fixed on Max.

"Bye Baine," Max parroted back, not looking up from his cars.

"Oh my god!" Blaine exclaimed. "He did it! He just… he said my name!"

Kurt shushed him and kneeled on the floor to be face to face with Max. "Hey sweetie. Can you say that again? Bye bye, Uncle Blaine!"

Max looked up at him in the same delighted way he seemed to save for Kurt and Kurt alone, and mumbled: "Bye Baine."

Blaine joined him on the floor, not giving a damn about his outfit, and forgetting he was going to be late for work. "Max…"

Max planted both his hands on Blaine's cheeks and said happily: "Baine. Baine. Baine."

"That's right! That's your Uncle Blaine! You're such a smart little boy," Kurt exclaimed, excited.

"Can you say Kurt?" Blaine asked, pointing at Kurt meaningfully. "You love Kurt, don't you?"

The kid seemed confused for a moment. Then he smiled so wide he almost split his face in two. "Urt."

Kurt squealed. "He's saying my name!"

Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders and squeezed, looking like he couldn't hold back his joy. Max kicked his legs and began chanting "Baine, Urt, Baine, Urt" non-stop, as they watched in awe.

Blaine looked almost close to tears. Kurt nudged him with his shoulder, smiling at him sweetly. "Hey."

Blaine forced himself to glance away from Max. "Yeah?"

"Remember when you thought you weren't good enough for raising Max? Whenever you have doubts again, just remember you were his first word," Kurt said, softly. "Out of all the things he could have said, he said your name."

Blaine couldn't give a damn about being late. He closed the distance between them and kissed Kurt again and again and again, to the soundtrack of his nephew saying his first words.

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L.-