A/N: I realize this is double the length of the first chapter (hey, I was just getting started) but it was a lot of fun to write. The beginning of much Klaine fluff! So much that you'll want to stuff it in your pillow and sleep on it. Ahem. AND NOW TO THE STORY!

Again, I don't own Blaine, Kurt, or Glee.

Kurt jumped as yet another horn blared behind him. He'd heard about ten just on this one street alone, but each one never failed to frighten him and escalate his heart rate for a fraction of a second. He sighed, rubbing his delicate face and fingering though his frazzled hair. Note to self: find a mirror and hair gel, ASAP. Looking to his right was his boyfriend, Blaine, completely asleep in the passenger seat. Now his hair was more put together than Kurt's. It was parted in its usual way, slicked down with just enough hair gel to keep it in place, but not too much to make it unnatural. Blaine had insisted on driving, but Kurt knew he needed to rest, and he was undoubtedly right. One more block to go before they would reach their new apartment.

At last, after many more horns, stops, and turns, Kurt pulled into their apartment complex. As soon as Kurt shut the car off, Blaine awoke with a start.

"You should have woke me up!" The older boy exclaimed.

"I managed on my own!"

"But I feel bad now. You drove the entire time. It's not fair." Blaine looked very upset, his triangular eyebrows drooping. He looked more like a sad puppy than ever.

"Well, if you want to feel better, then you can carry the bags," Kurt teased. Besides, it was hard to stay mad at Blaine, and Kurt thoroughly enjoyed watching him sleep so peacefully. Neither of them had had much sleep of any kind in the past few days, and Kurt was glad at least one of them was able to catch up. He was glad Blaine got to sleep, too, because now he could tease Blaine more while he struggled with all of their items, boxes, and bags.

They ran up to the elevator. Literally ran. Both were excited about living together and on their own.

"I think to get the best experience, we should take the stairs," Blaine said, arms full with two suitcases. With Kurt's suitcase stuffed to the brim with his many outfits and shoes, Blaine's with his clothes and both his and Kurt's hair products, they were pretty heavy.

"I don't want you hurting yourself on those! Remember what happened when we were packing?" Kurt giggled.

"Chill, I got this," Blaine said. He started to climb up to floor three.

Kurt was really laughing now. "Blaine Warbler! - Remember how I'd always call you that?" Kurt paused while biting his lip, reminiscing. "Blaine! I don't want to have to call an ambulance on our first night in our apartment together! My dad will never trust us again!"

But Blaine wasn't listening. He was still clamoring up to the third floor.

"Okay, I forgive you. Let me help before you get hurt," said Kurt, reaching for a bag.

"No way. This is my punishment for earlier."

Blaine made it up the stairs after much pleading from Kurt and stood at the doorway from the stairwell. Kurt stood at the bottom of the last flight of stairs, just enjoying the view of Blaine with suitcases, breathing heavily, and casually leaning against the door frame.

"What?" Blaine asked, confused.

"Nothing," Kurt sang, smiling as he climbed to meet Blaine.

Blaine was still confused, but didn't press it more. They made their way to apartment 315 and walked inside. It was a simple main room with a window overlooking the crazy New York streets below. It had a smaller kitchen than Kurt would have liked, but it had a homely, intimate feel about it; you couldn't help but smile as you walked in. They went to the bedroom. A handsome bed stood against the wall with a closet across from it.

Before Kurt had a chance to take in their room more, - he paused as he thought it was their room - he was being grabbed from behind on his slender waist and tossed on the bed. It wasn't hard, he hardly weighed anything, but nevertheless the bed made an ominous creak.

"Blaine, cut it out!" Kurt was laughing. "You'll break the bed!" Blaine laughed as he jumped in beside him, cradling Kurt in his arms as he did so.

Kurt loved when Blaine did this. It reminded him of Burt cradling him when he was younger. His mom had just passed away. In both Burt and Blaine's arms, Kurt felt safe. Nothing could hurt him. Kurt's eyes shimmered with the thought of his mom.

Blaine immediately picked up on this. He caressed Kurt's cheek, looking into his eyes. Hazel against blue. Perfect. "What's the matter Kurt? When you're unhappy, I'm unhappy."

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just thinking about my mom. She would have loved this place. Simple, yet stunning," Kurt said, kissing Blaine's hand.

From this gesture, many couples would continue kissing passionately and incessantly. But it was simple gestures like this that made Kurt and Blaine's relationship stronger. They did not need to be extremely physical to still love each other. Kurt smiled at this thought.

Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's (now even messier, but still perfect) hair. Kurt sighed into the crook of Blaine's neck. How long they stayed like this, they didn't know. Only until they heard the doorbell were they snapped out of their trance.

Kurt gave a quick yelp as he rolled off the bed. This, in turn, caused Blaine to bolt upright sending pillows flying.
"I completely forgot! My family is coming to see our new apartment! I look like a mess, and we haven't even finished unpacking or starting dinner or -" The rest of Kurt's speech was muffled as he scrambled to the bedroom door.

Blaine caught his arm. "Relax. You look fine. Your hair is still fine even if when it's messy. You greet them I'll start dinner."

Kurt immediately let out a sigh of relief. Blaine always knew how to calm him down. He wanted to pause this moment and keep it forever, but the sound of the doorbell yet again snapped him out of it.

"Dad, Finn, Carole! Come in!" Kurt opened the door. "Blaine is in the kitchen."

Each Hummel took turns hugging the other. Carole ran off to greet Blaine, Finn turned on the latest football game, and Burt embraced his son for the third time.

"I love you, Dad," Kurt whispered into his father's neck.

"I love you too, son. I'm going to miss you while you're here," Burt replied.

"I know, Dad. I'll call you as often as I can."

"I know you will. You and Blaine need to look after each other while I'm not here, though."

Kurt beamed. He loved that his family loved Blaine as much as he did. He went to the kitchen to set the table for dinner. He heard Carole as he walked in.

"And so I said, 'that double date might be a problem since three of the four of us like guys!'"

Blaine doubled over laughing as he began to toss the salad. Carole was tearing up. Kurt had missed a joke, but he was happy that Blaine and his step-mom were getting along perfectly.

Dinner was very talkative. What are your plans for the curtains? They'll have to match the rug. How is your towel supply? You can never have too many towels. What kind of bread is this? It goes great with the salad. What is the football score? Fourteen to seven, I never did like that team.

After a delicious slice of strawberry cake with chocolate frosting everyone was ready to settle in for the night. Burt and Carole took the guest room, Finn crashed on the couch, and Kurt and Blaine went to their bedroom. Blaine sat up against the headboard, smiling.

"Why are you so happy?" Kurt asked, climbing next to him on his stomach, propping his chin with his hands, feet dangling back and forth behind him.

"I'm thinking about what Carole said. She's really great," Blaine stated.
"Yeah, I suppose she is, isn't she?"

"Mmhmm. She said that she loves that I love you so much. And she loves the apartment, the dinner, the desert...Oh, and my shirt too." Blaine gestured at the mention of the last item to his collared, sea green shirt. It brought out the green and hazel in his eyes. Blaine looked amazing in it, and with the top two buttons undone, Kurt swore he could be a model.

"There's something else she said." Blaine chuckled.

"Mmm?" Kurt questioned, as he rolled over, snuggling himself in the crook of Blaine's neck. Mmm, lavender with a hint of strawberries.

"She said...She said, 'I'm so happy for you two. Have fun, be careful, and use protection.'"

"She didn't!" Kurt bolted up, almost hitting his head on Blaine's chin.

"She did," said Blaine laughing harder.

"Oh my gosh..."

"Hey! It's no big deal. She's really happy for us."

There is was, the ability for Blaine to say one thing and immediately calm Kurt down.

Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's temple, not as a kiss, but just as another calming gesture. This tickled Kurt and he giggled, trying to pull away. Blaine kept following him, though, this time tickling his ribcage and aiming his kisses for his lips.

"Blaine Anderson, stop - tickling - me - ha ha ha!" Kurt reached his free hand (Blaine was holding the other one) behind him to find a pillow. He swung the soft projectile and made contact with his target's left cheek.

"Oh, Kurt Hummel, it's on now!" Blaine said, reaching for a pillow of his own.

This turned into an all out pillow war. They didn't even hear the fifth knock on their bedroom door. Finn was about ready to storm in, but stopped at the scene in front of him. Two grown men. On a bed. Having a...pillow fight?

Kurt laughed as he jumped off the bed out of Blaine's latest attack.

"Oh, excuse me? I just wanted to know if you had a toothbrush I could use, Kurt," Finn said awkwardly.

"Huh? Oh sure! In the bathroom cupboard," Kurt said, lunging at Blaine's chest.

Finn must have said something because his mouth moved before he left. Blaine and Kurt were too caught up in the war to notice.

After many attacks, defends, and pillows later, the boys collapsed on the floor, out of breath.

"Truce?" Kurt asked.

"Hmm, I don't know." Blaine did he characteristic wink. "I thought I had you there. But I'll take a kiss for a surrender."

Kurt giggled and kissed Blaine on the nose. "Behave yourself if you want me to pull out the entire white flag for a true surrender."

Blaine picked Kurt up and tossed him on the mess of pillows, tickling him again. "Okay, okay, I surrender!" Kurt chuckled.

Blaine didn't wait for Kurt to kiss him. He grabbed Kurt's face with both hands and kissed him tenderly on the lips. That was enough of a surrender...for now.