-Blaine's POV-

I'm pretty sure this is the highlight of my week. I have been hugging Kurt Hummel for the past 3 minutes and 28 seconds. Of course, this can't last all night. We should probably go back downstairs.

"Hey, your dad has been working all night on some big fancy dinner. Let's go eat." I said suddenly.

He pulled away and looked at me. I could see every color in his eyes. A bit of grey and green, but mostly an ice blue color. He only blinked, but I took that to mean "okay."

I smiled and took his hand, leading him out of the room and down the stairs.

-Finn's POV-

"Finn, I'm telling you this as a friend. If you want to see Rachel, then for God's sakes go see her. It isn't rocket science." Burt said.

"I know, okay. It's just nerves, y'know?" I said.

"Having a heart attack made me nervous. Getting cancer makes me nervous. But I'm still standing here, aren't I? Ready to spend a few weeks with my kid." He said.

"You make it sound easy." I whispered, more to myself than Burt.

He laughed. "It is easy."

Then I heard Blaine and Kurt coming back downstairs.

"Here they come. Let's set the table." I said.

And a few moments later, Kurt and Blaine appeared in the dining room. I walked over to Kurt and grinned.

"It's great to see you, little brother."

"I'm older than you!" Kurt let out a half sob, half laugh. I hugged him.

Burt interrupted us. "I spent all night on this damn dinner, somebody had better eat it!"

-Rachel's POV-

I had just finished evening tea with my dads, and was now about to get into bed. It is truly wonderful to be here. I'll call Kurt in the morning and see if he wants to go to The Lima Bean.

"Rachel? Are you awake, honey?" Ugh, it's my dads. Don't they know not to bother me after I say good night?

"Yeah, I'm up. Why?"

"Someone is here to see you. We'll send them up." What? Who could possibly be here at 11:00 pm? Whoever it is, they're going to get it-

A very familiar football player appeared in the doorway.

"Finn?" All thoughts of destroying whoever was here to see me suddenly fled my mind.

"Hey Rach, could we talk?" He barely spoke above a whisper.

"Um, sure. Here, come sit." I motioned toward the edge of my bed.

"Okay, thanks." He sat down and simply looked at me.

"Well?" I questioned.

He looked uncomfortable. "I want to apologize for beating Brody's ass in a hotel room. I'm sure Santana mentioned it to you. I realize now that that might have been a little uncalled for."

I felt stunned. "What? Finn, you and Santana were kind of my heroes. I didn't listen to her when she was right about him, and I didn't listen to you when you said you and I are endgame."

He blushed a little bit and turned his head to face the floor. He was so cute when he did that. I could see the ghost of a smile reappearing on his face.

"So, are we back together? I know you've been feeling betrayed, and I like being there for you when you need someone." He said.

"I don't need someone, I need you and Kurt. But as of right now, I don't see Kurt anywhere. Would you care to join me?" I smiled mischievously at him and got under the covers.

His face broke out into a wide grin. "Seriously? Kick ass!"

-Blaine's POV-

"The dinner was excellent, Burt. Thank you for having me over." I said. I was hoping he would let me stay over.

"Why thank you, Blaine. Why don't you and Kurt catch up for another half hour, and then I'll take you home." Burt said.

Kurt immediately jumped to my rescue.

"Dad, honestly the wedding wasn't long enough for Blaine and me to catch up on anything. In that sense, it's as if we haven't seen each other in months. Can he stay over? Pleeease?"

I smiled to myself. He was trying to get me in his bed!

Burt chuckled. "All right kiddo, but no monkey business. I don't wanna hear anything I shouldn't be hearing." He gave me the subtlest of winks.

I was dancing inside. Not just regular dancing, but 1970s Bryan Ferry music dancing.

The next thing I knew, I was back in Kurt's room.

-Kurt's POV-

Why the hell did I say that? I don't really need Blaine here. What I really need is a night to myself to think, without all of the drama I left in New York.

"Are you okay? You look like you're going to be sick." Blaine said gently.

I braved a smile. "Yeah, I'm just fine." I squeaked.

My phone rang. "Dammit" I whispered. Adam's ID came up on the screen.

"I have to take this." I said, and walked out of the room. Blaine looked perfectly content flipping through my old fashion magazines.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey, it's me. Look Kurt, I felt wrong leaving things how I did. Do you mind if I come over tonight?" He sounded hopeful.

I didn't like what he was implying. I wasn't ready to sleep with him yet.

"That's your apology? That's all you've got?" I whisper-yelled into the phone.

"Well, yeah. You sound frustrated. What's up?" He said.

"Well I FEEL frustrated, Adam!" Woops. Forgot to keep my voice down.

"Are you okay?" Blaine's voice called out.

"I'm fine!" I yelled back to him.

Adam no longer sounded hopeful. On the contrary, he sounded rather pissed off.

"Who the bloody hell was that? Who else is at your apartment?"

I sighed. "It's Blaine, Adam. And I'm not at home, I'm in Ohio."

"What, you're staying at his place? Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" Adam's voice was getting too loud for comfort, and he didn't seem to notice. But suddenly I seemed to notice his words sounded slurred.

"Are you drunk? And you wanted to try getting past cuddling tonight, huh? So you call me up after chewing me out over some stupid boyfriend pillow and you think-" I saw Blaine coming out of my room, looking concerned.

He whispered, "-Whoever it is, it isn't worth getting worked up over at this hour. Come on, you look like you could use some sleep."

I nodded. "Adam, I have to go. Please don't call me tonight, or tomorrow, or maybe even the next day. I'm just so not in the mood to deal with you after this morning."

The next words he screamed, "ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH HIM?"

I started crying. "Are you kidding me?! Good night!" I hung up.

Blaine embraced me. "It's going to be okay, Kurt. C'mon, let's go to bed."

I thought about Adam, and knew he wouldn't like it if I got into a bed with Blaine. But, my dad did say no funny business, and Adam definitely isn't my best friend right now.

…

Needless to say, I climbed into bed with Blaine.

Great chapter, right? :D *cricket cricket* … Well then.

I know this is a Klaine story, but there is obviously some Kadam. There will also be some Finchel and maybe even some Brittana if I feel like it ;), but the main focus of this story is on Kurt and Blaine. So if you're only here for some Kurt and Blaine action, then you will be somewhat disappointed. If you enjoy reading other relationships alongside Klaine, then never fear! This is for you! Thanks for reading!