Note: Hey everyone...I am SO SO SO sorry I haven't updated this in FOREVER. I'm writing a GleeDSM fill that's taken up most of my energy and time. Again, so sorry. And worse? This is mostly a filler chapter. The next chapter is going to be much better. Or worse, depends on how you look at it. I'll try to have it up sooner...I promise.

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"Kurt? Honey?" Carole called when the boys came through the front door. "Can I speak to you in the den for a moment?"

"We can just talk here," Kurt said. "Finn isn't home yet. He had to drop Rachel off first."

"Blaine? Will you go upstairs? Kurt will be with you in just a minute," Carole said.

Kurt opened his mouth to protest, but Blaine smiled. "I'll be right upstairs, baby." He squeezed his hand and walked to the stairs.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, following Carole into the kitchen.

Carole motioned him into a seat at the kitchen table. "I wanted to tell you, I spoke to the police today. I turned over the underwear you were wearing that night as evidence. I know you probably won't like that, but…"

"I completely forgot about those," Kurt said sheepishly. "Did the police think they would help?" he asked.

"They were very excited to get them, I think," Carole said. "But I really just wanted to apologize," she said. "For prying, and making things more difficult between you and Blaine. I never should have called him."

"You were just worried. I get it," Kurt said. "It doesn't matter now, because Blaine and I are back together, and I won't be so stupid again."

Carole nodded. "How are you feeling with everything?" she asked, reaching across the table to place a hand over his. "Are you in much pain now?"

"No," Kurt shook his head. "Blaine's been really good about making sure I take my medication. Incredible, really. About everything. I don't deserve him. Not at all."

"Well, you're stuck with him," Carole said with a teasing grin. "Because it'd be rather awkward for you to come home on breaks and have him living here if you two weren't together."

Kurt laughed. "I'm not letting him get away again," he said firmly. "Besides. I'm pretty sure you and Dad would disown me and adopt him given half a chance."

"Actually, that's something we need to talk to Blaine about," Carole said. "We're going to have to contact his parents and get a power of attorney or guardianship or something."

"I'll ask him," Kurt said. "He's almost eighteen, so it won't matter for long but, just in case…"

Carole nodded. "Alright. Supper will be on the table in twenty minutes, if you're eating."

Kurt nodded. "He'll have my head if I don't," he smiled. "I'll go let him know."

"And Kurt?" Carole asked as he stood to leave the room. "I want to get all the laundry done tomorrow, so if you boys would bring it down tonight or in the morning, I'd appreciate it. I'm not going to get it from your room. I won't invade your privacy like that."

"Thanks, Carole," Kurt smiled. "We'll make sure it's in the laundry room." He walked up the stairs and tapped softly on his bedroom door, then pushed it open. "Blaine?" he called softly. He heard the rich tones of his boyfriend's voice, and the thrum of the shower.

Making a quick decision, Kurt closed and locked the bedroom door, and strode over to the bathroom. "Blaine?" he called, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Come on in!" Blaine called back, interrupting himself in the middle of a piece Kurt wasn't sure he'd ever heard before.

Kurt stepped into the bathroom. "Supper's in fifteen, and I'd really like to rinse off before we have to be downstairs."

"Well come on in," Blaine said, peeking around the shower curtain. His curls were a riotous mess of shampoo suds.

"Carole's home. Not a chance. So hurry up."

"I'm gonna take a long shower," Blaine sang.

"Fine, I'll go use the shower in Dad and Carole's bathroom," Kurt said.

"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying," Blaine laughed. True to his word, within two minutes, he shut off the shower and reached for a towel, which Kurt handed to him. "I'll get dressed and go help Carole set the table. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you after supper," Kurt said. "I don't know why she wouldn't let you hang around. It wasn't anything secret."

"She's being sensitive to your feelings." Blaine pulled back the shower curtain, roughly drying his own hair.

Kurt whimpered slightly at the sight of his boyfriend naked, rivulets of water cascading down his body. "Go," he said, his tone somewhat strangled. "Before I change my mind."

Laughing, Blaine wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. He dressed quickly in clean sweats and a t-shirt and walked down to the kitchen, leaving Kurt to his shower.

Kurt, for his part, slipped into the shower, feeling slightly giddy at the thought that his boyfriend had so recently been in there. He washed up quicker than he ever had in his life, knowing he was on a deadline.

His hand and washcloth ghosted over his body, and he sucked in a quick breath when the terry cloth stroked over his cock, already half-hard, as it had been much of the time since he and Blaine had started experimenting more.

It wouldn't take long, he told himself. Blaine wants me to try this… His mind made up, Kurt squeezed a good amount of liquid soap into his hand and stroked it down his own length. He bit back the groan of pleasure. This felt good. Really good. Slowly, he stroked himself, learning what he liked, from what Blaine had done to Kurt, from what Blaine had done to himself the night before, finally settling on a rhythm that seemed to work best for him. It was a bit harder touch than Blaine had used, a bit quicker stroke. His fingers played inexpertly over his skin, and Kurt bit hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out.

When his orgasm finally hit, Kurt dropped to his knees in the shower, biting his left hand to keep from sobbing with the pleasure. Shaking, he finished his shower, knowing he was expected at the dinner table in only minutes.

On wobbly legs, Kurt made his way down to the kitchen to see Blaine and Carole sitting at the island, talking softly. "Am I interrupting?" Kurt asked.

"No!" Blaine exclaimed with a bright smile. "Carole was just asking me if I thought it would be possible to get a power of attorney or guardianship from my parents. I'm going to email mom tonight, I still have to respond to the one from the other day."

"I can ask for you," Carole offered.

"No, it's okay. I need to let them know I'm not bringing a date to Mom's birthday party. Yes, I know, Kurt, don't give me that look." Blaine looked at Carole. "He's trying to convince me to take one of the New Directions girls to mom's birthday. Rachel, Mercedes, or Santana were his first choices. Brit, Quinn, and Sugar would just be too pleasing to my parents. I think Kurt wants to 'stick it to them' a bit."

"I can't imagine why," Carole said dryly. "But you're not taking anyone?"

"If I show up with a date, it'll mean they can dictate who I see. And Rachel has two gay dads, and she'd be sure to mention their ACLU connections. Santana is an outspoken Latina lesbian. Can't see that working out well in the long run. And Mercedes…" Blaine shook his head.

"Your parents are racist, too?" Carole asked.

"They can be," Blaine allowed. "But Mercedes, she's Kurt's best girl. And she wouldn't be able to hold her tongue, knowing she was there because he couldn't be."

"So I'm going to spend that evening with Mercedes and Rachel. We'll do facials, and watch movies, and, when Blaine's through playing dutiful banished son, he'll call me, and I'll leave Rachel's house to come home. Cause he's going to need support after that."

"Good idea." Carole smiled. She spoke conversationally. "You know, Blaine. Kurt's convinced that if you two ever broke up again, Burt and I would choose you over him."

Blaine frowned. "Don't even joke about that," he said to Kurt. "Breaking up, or your family disowning you."

"I'm sorry, honey," Kurt said, sticking his tongue out at Carole. "You weren't meant to hear that."

"You said you were going to tell him everything," Carole said.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, resting his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I meant about the police," he said.

"What about the police?" Blaine asked, twisting to look at Kurt. "Did they catch the guy?"

"No, but Carole turned over some of my bloody clothing to them," Kurt said. "So I did provide evidence after all."

"Every little bit helps," Blaine said. "They're going to catch this guy, Kurt."

"I'm torn about that, actually," Kurt said.

"What?" Blaine asked. "You don't want them to catch him?"

"No, I do," Kurt said. "I just can't decide if I want him caught now, so he can't hurt anyone else, or if I want them to catch him on Sunday, so I don't have to identify him before Regionals."

Blaine and Carole both laughed at that. "Good point," Carole said. "In either case, we'll be behind you all the way, sweetie."

"I got a text message from dad today," Kurt said. "A text message. From dad. I'm pretty sure it said something to the effect of being sorry he had to go to Washington right now, and he would be back instantly if we needed him."

"Pretty sure?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah. Dad isn't the best at texting. There were…um…some irregularities in the words."

Carole laughed. "In other words, Kurt was deciphering hieroglyphics."

"Pretty much."

"Well. I don't know where Finn is, but supper will be getting cold pretty quick. Let's eat." Carole gestured to the table, where a meal of what could only be described as comfort food was laid out. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh corn.

"Dad leaves and we forget about heart-healthy?" Kurt laughed.

"Hey, you won't let him eat it, but we all know it's one of your guilty pleasures," Carole said. "I just thought you might enjoy some real comfort food for once."

"Thanks, Carole," Kurt smiled.

The three sat down at the table, and served themselves. Kurt was eating more, but still not as much as he would have pre-attack.

"How is practicing for Regionals going?" Carole asked between bites.

"Oh my God!" Kurt squealed. "I can't believe I forgot to tell you! I got a solo! Well, a duet, but a competition solo! And so did Blaine, sort of!"

"Sort of?" Carole asked. "What do you mean?"

"Rachel and I are singing Defying Gravity together as a duet, and Blaine's playing the piano for it! It sounds incredible!" Kurt bounced in his chair, then winced in pain. "Ow," he laughed, sitting down gingerly. "Anyway, yes. Solo. Don't tell Dad. I want it to be a surprise on Saturday."

"Of course," Carole laughed. "That's so wonderful!"

"I kinda wish he'd revealed the set-list before Ms. Pillsbury told him what happened to me, though," Kurt said. "I feel like he maybe gave me the solo to make up for me being attacked. Not that anything can make up for that."

"Kurt," Blaine said, shaking his head. "He had it arranged as a duet. Who else in the glee club would he have given that song to? Seriously, don't even start to think he gave it to you to 'make up' for the attack. It's not possible."

"Oh." Kurt looked down at his plate. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He smiled. "Well. Now that that little bit of self-indulgent pity is over, Carole, this is great."

"I'm glad you like it," she responded. Before anyone could say more, the front door slammed. "Finn! Supper!" she called.

Finn trudged into the dining room, dropping his backpack on the floor. "Hey," he said, sitting down in his normal chair.

"You alright, Finn?" Kurt asked.

"Huh? Yeah. I'm fine," Finn said, filling his plate with food. "Just tired. And hungry."

"Rachel get home okay?" Blaine asked, trying to make polite conversation.

"Yeah," Finn said. "She's home. I told her not to come over tonight. She wasn't happy about it."

Carole smiled. "I'm proud of you," she said, finishing up her own supper. "I have to head into work in a few minutes. Can I trust you boys to clean up after dinner?"

"Of course, Carole," Blaine said. "We'll make sure the kitchen is clean before we go to bed."

"Thank you. I'm going in a few hours early to help out a coworker," she explained. "I'll be home around four am, and might not be up to see you boys off to school in the morning."

"I think we'll survive," Kurt smiled. "Thanks again for making such an amazing supper."

"Not a problem. I figured you boys could use some hearty food after such a long rehearsal today." She smiled. "Now you boys be nice to one another, and I'll see you tomorrow after school." Carole stood and walked around to each boy, kissing him on the top of the head. "Blaine, I don't like the taste of your hair gel,," she observed, her eyes sparkling with teasing mirth. "Your curls are beautiful. You don't need so much." With that said, she hurried out the door.

"I've been telling him that for a year," Kurt said dryly. "Makes you look like you're wearing a helmet." He squeezed his boyfriend's hand. "I still love you."

"Uh-huh," Blaine laughed. "Leave my hair alone."

Kurt smiled. "I'll break you of your gel…it may take until we're together in New York, but I will break you of your gel. There are so many other products that would control your hair without…that."

"If I let you play after Regionals, will you hush up about it now?" Blaine asked.

"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed. He took another bite of his supper, then pushed his plate away. "Finn, you're on dishes."

"But mom said all three of us!"

"You do the dishes, and I'll bake cookies," Kurt offered. "But you leave us alone tonight. As in turn your music up and don't even bother knocking on our door. We're not having sex, but I'm giving Blaine a massage and the noises he makes when I do that are obscene."

"You're giving me a massage?" Blaine asked quietly. He'd also finished supper, and picked up their plates, carrying them into the kitchen.

"Yup!" Kurt said cheerfully. "Let's go. Finn, just call up to us when you've finished the dinner dishes, and I'll come down and make cookies." He looked at Blaine. "I froze a ton of cookie dough just for nights like this."

"Alright," Finn said. "I give in. Just, um, yeah. Try to keep it down, a little?"

"We'll do our best," Kurt said sweetly. He took Blaine by the hand and led him up the stairs.

"I thought you were exhausted," Blaine said to Kurt. "I don't need a massage, I'm doing fine."

"Oh, good. I just came up with the least offensive thing I could think of to get him to leave us alone. I wasn't sure how I was actually going to give you a massage without falling asleep."

"How are you going to make cookies?"

"I'm not. You are."

"I am?"

"Yes, Blaine. You're going to go downstairs, pull the cookie dough out of the freezer in the garage, it's clearly marked 'Kurt's Cookie Dough, DO NOT TOUCH!'. You're going to scoop it out using the cookie dough scoop in the second drawer down on the right of the oven, onto the cookie sheets that are in the cupboard to the left of the oven, and put them into the oven per the directions on the container of cookie dough, for exactly as long as it states on the container. You are not going to use the ice cream scoop, you are not going to use your hands, and you are not going to just use a big spoon. Cookie scoop."

Blaine smiled. "It's so good to have you back," he said. He hugged Kurt tightly. "God, I love you."

"I love you, too." Kurt kissed him gently. "But, uh, before you go downstairs and bake me fresh cookies, of which you'll have to make at least one cookie sheet for Finn, could you help me out?"

"Of course." Blaine made quick work of treating the injuries, it was down to a science now. "Do you want me to finish you off?" he asked as he cradled Kurt in his arms.

"No," Kurt flushed. "I…uh…I took care of that myself, before dinner."

When Kurt's words registered, Blaine smiled widely. "You did?" he asked.

"Yeah…I was in the shower, right after you, and it was so hot, thinking about how recently you'd been in there, and I just…couldn't help myself." He was burning brighter. "I, um…"

"That's great, Kurt," Blaine said warmly. "I mean it."

"Let's not make a big deal about the fact that I masturbated," Kurt said uncomfortably. "Okay?"

"You got it." Blaine kissed him with a loud, playful smack. "I'm going to go make cookies. You relax here, work on homework. I'll be back before you know it."

"Don't forget to preheat the oven while you're prepping the sheets," Kurt said.

For the next hour, Blaine baked the cookies. He took a plate to Finn's room, and a larger plate to Kurt's room, wrapping the other cookies in the kitchen for the family. He cleaned up the kitchen, then returned to Kurt's side. "Cookies. Hot and ready in just over an hour."

"You forgot the milk," Kurt pouted. He quickly closed his laptop, before Blaine could see what he'd been looking at.

"Do you want it warmed?" Blaine wrinkled his nose.

"Yes, please?"

"Will Finn want a glass, too?"

"That would be nice of you."

"Alright. Well, I'm glad you're already in pajamas, because I want to cuddle with my boyfriend. Be comfy in bed when I get back."

Blaine warmed enough milk for two glasses in a pan on the stove, and carried them upstairs. "Finn," he said, elbowing the teen's door. "Warm milk for you."

"Oh, thanks, man!" Finn exclaimed. He took the glass. "You're awesome."

"Thanks," Blaine smiled. "You're pretty cool, too. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

Blaine carried Kurt's glass of milk into the bedroom, setting it on the bedside table next to his boyfriend. "Here you go," he said.

"Thanks." Kurt sipped the milk, and nibbled on a cookie. "Mmm, good job, Blaine," he smiled.

"It was all you," Blaine smiled. "Now. Homework."

"Ugh. Can't we claim ignorance of the whole academic system?" Kurt asked, but he reached for his bag. "Thankfully, I don't have much tonight." He hurried through the math problems, answered the literature questions, skimming through the chapter of the book. He helped Blaine with his French homework before curling up on his side, facing his boyfriend. "Can we go to bed now?" Kurt asked.

"Absolutely," Blaine said. He wrapped his arms around Kurt, drawing him atop his body. "Goodnight, baby," he murmured.

The two boys slept through the night, and when the alarm woke them up, they decided to have breakfast and coffee at the Lima Bean instead of eating at home. They made their way to school, and through the rest of the week, through rehearsals, and classes, and suddenly, it was Friday afternoon, and they were having the last rehearsal prior to the competition. Kurt checked his phone during a break, and there was a message from the doctor, that he needed to come in as soon as possible regarding his test results. Defying Gravity was finished, they were just running through the other two numbers, so he talked to Will, pulled Blaine aside, got his boyfriend's car keys, and left.

Kurt went to see the doctor, made another stop, and was back at McKinley in time to pick up Blaine from rehearsal. "Everything's fine," was all he would say to Blaine about the doctor. They went home for supper, and early to bed for a good night's sleep.

Then it was Saturday morning, and time for Regionals The New Directions won. They were going to Nationals in Chicago. Kurt and Rachel sang flawlessly, Blaine's piano playing exquisite. The girls did an amazing job on Stronger, and Rachel knocked one out of the park with her solo.

Burt, home from D.C. in time for the competition, took the boys and Carole out to Breadstix afterwards. Rachel was celebrating with her dads, and declined the invitation.

"You did fantastic," Burt said. "All three of you were absolutely wonderful. Now you get ready for Nationals?"

"Yup," Finn said. "Nationals."

"Right," Kurt said. "Nationals, and my NYADA audition."

"What are you going to do for that?" Carole asked, even as Blaine and Finn were shaking their heads vigorously. "What?" she asked.

"Don't get him started, mom, please!" Finn exclaimed. "Let's have a nice, relaxed dinner. We can talk about which song he's going to sing later. Okay?"

Kurt frowned. "I'm still trying to decide," he said. "But I want to go over it with Blaine before I reveal it to anyone else."

"That's fine, bud," Burt smiled. "I know you'll kill it."

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