I'M BACK! Hallelujah! I can write again! You should all thank 19jacinta88 for giving me the idea for Kurt and Blaine's little 'movie' night near the end . Thanks so much to her and everyone else who reviewed, your everlasting support motivates me. This chapter is a little heavier in some parts, and I don't usually write anything other than fluff y romance, so forgive me if it sucks. It does, however, generally maintain the same fluffy sort of tone for the most part. Also, this chapter is relatively long, at around 1500 words, and includes some Klisses, so I hope you enjoy it. Please review and tell me what you think!

Waving goodbye to Mercedes one last time as Blaine followed him out of the Lima bean, Kurt let out a laugh, this one more a result of relief than humour. "That went well." He spoke in between nervous giggles, brushing his arm against Blaine's as they paced forward. "It could have been worse, I guess. Do you think the owners minded us using up the majority of their napkins AND taking up a table for two and a half hours?"

Well, they couldn't exactly kick us out. Besides, we bought a lot of their food, too. How do you think Mercedes is taking it now?

I would bet she's still a little dazed from the whole situation, even after further explanation. I definitely don't blame her, though. The entirety of it has been pretty crazy for the both of us, too.

I suppose so.

At that, Kurt just smiled to himself and positioned his head on Blaine's shoulder, which was oddly comfortable. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle in every aspect of their relationship- physically, emotionally... perfectly. On what to some people was just a quiet afternoon, to Kurt and Blaine, it was another day that they could spend together, making it more precious than could be perceived by anyone else. "Hey." The dark haired boy tilted the other's chin upward just slightly, allowing them to gaze into each other's eyes.

You look so tired, Kurt. How about we take you home and watch a movie?

Yes please, but which one?

Blaine grinned down at him.

Whichever one it is that you want, of course.

Kurt perked up almost immediately. "Rom-com movie marathon?" Blaine replied with a soft chuckle. "Of course." Carefully, so as to prevent both himself and Kurt from toppling over, he snuck his arm around Kurt's slim waist, granting him the ability to guide them down the street to the bus stop. Despite the cold, discriminating glares of passersby, both refused to let go. Judgement was something they had become used to in the small town of Lima, Ohio.

"Hey fairies! Get your hands off of each other. No one wants to see that!"

Although they had adjusted to it, it didn't mean it didn't still hurt them, leaving them vulnerable, covered in metaphorical open wounds. Blaine took a deep breath, as if to calm himself, before turning to the offending person. "Is there a problem?" He said simply, in a manner much more polite than said man deserved.

"Yeah. I was having a good day, no thanks to you and your stupid little boyfriend!"

Kurt winced. The man used air quotes around the word 'boyfriend', as if to suggest that their relationship wasn't anything serious, wasn't real, wasn't right. Blaine looked absolutely pissed, however, with his hobbit-like stature, there wasn't much he could do about it. Or was there? A plan developed quickly within Kurt's mind.

Send him a thought.

What? Why? How will it help?

It'll totally freak him out. You can act as a conscience, a voice in his head telling him to stop and leave the two innocent boys alone. He'll run away, thinking you've done some sort of voodoo on him, driven him crazy. He'll be screaming all the way home to his mother, whom he obviously still lives with. people always worry about someone 'getting into' their head, right?

Yeah...

That's exactly what you need to do.

Blaine bit back a mischievous smile. It was just about crazy enough to work. With minimal concentration and a matter of seconds, (clearly this guy had a weak, frail mind, perfect to mess with) he wormed his way into the man's head.

Leave them alone, they have done you nor anyone else harm in any way, shape or form.

"What the hell?" The man half-shouted, earning many strange glances from fellow citizens.

I am your conscience. I don't come around much, for you are very stubborn and set in your ways. But you must listen to me, or I will haunt you forever. Every day. Controlling you and everything you do.

"Argh!" The man was getting frustrated now, panic setting in on his harsh facial features. Kurt, who was still in position behind Blaine, was having trouble holding back laughter. Blaine continued to stare down the man, but put on an expression of confusion as to why the man was distressed.

I am your conscience, and you must listen to me. Leave them be.

"Ohhhhh!" He cried out nervously, gripping his half-bald head as though to protect it.

Leave them be.

That did it. At long last, the rude man fled with nothing more than a shout of "Freaks!" at the pair as he ran away. However, the way his voice cracked led Kurt and Blaine to believe that they had won this round. Ignoring the other disapproving faces around him, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him gently but firmly up the dirty steps of the bus.

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Click! The sound of the key opening the lock on Kurt's front door would normally be inaudible due to constant conversation, but since his little discovery, silent communication had become both comfortable and frequent between Blaine and himself.

That was absolutely amazing!

It was definitely fun to give that guy what he deserved. What goes around comes around, after all. Besides, no one pokes fun at MY boyfriend.

Kurt just rolled his eyes good-naturedly and forced the door open, tugging Blaine into the house close behind him. "Carole, I'm home!" He bellowed up the stairs as Blaine surveyed the room awkwardly. "Oh, and I brought Blaine, too. I hope it's okay."

"Of course, honey! Blaine is always welcome here." Carole said enthusiastically, a smile visible on her face as she trotted down the stairs. "What were you two planning on doing tonight?" She questioned, switching on a lamp and watching it flicker to life before averting her eyes to the two boys. Kurt grinned. "We were thinking a movie marathon in my room if that's alright." Carole's smile widened noticeably.

"Great! Your father is working a bit later tonight and I'll be out with the girls for a while, so you should have the house to yourselves."

"What about Finn?"

"He's spending the night at Puckerman's house for a gaming marathon."

"Figures. Thanks Carole!" Kurt half-yelled, already down the stairs. "Have fun, boys!" Carole supplied, and with a wink at Blaine, she was out the door. Blaine didn't even realize he was blushing at first.

"What's taking you so long?" Kurt piped up from the opposite end of the flight of stairs. He studied Blaine's ridiculously handsome face. "And why are you blushing?" He wondered aloud, cocking his head in an adorable form of confusion. Self-consciously, Blaine put the back of his hand against his cheek, feeling their unnatural warmth.

"Carole told us to 'have fun' and winked at me." Blaine stated, a giggle underneath his voice.

Kurt broke into laughter. "She's a 'cool mom', she understands teenagers and their crazed hormone levels. Speaking of which, are you coming now?"

"Be right there." Blaine replied cheerfully, cautiously lifting his bag off of his shoulder. He then bounded down the steps after Kurt, to his own personal paradise.

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The clock read eleven thirty by the time Kurt and Blaine reached their fourth romantic comedy in a row. Kurt was lying half on top of Blaine, using him to lean on. Blaine was holding him gently, but just tightly enough to make his boyfriend feel safe in his arms. Both of them were pretty tired, ergo the movies seemed sort of dull at this point, but neither one of them wanted to say anything. They were enjoying each other's company far too much.

Enjoying the movie?

Yeah, but we could be multitasking instead...

Kurt bore into Blaine's hazel eyes with his own baby blues.

How so?

Like that...

Blaine gestured to the screen where a couple was making out. Kurt smiled coyly and eagerly attacked Blaine's face- with his lips. Blaine reciprocated with just as much enthusiasm, pulling Kurt down with him as he laid further down on the couch. They tried to get as close to one another as possible, each touch driving them to another, fuelling the burning desire consuming them both. The kiss became more intense within moments, neither of them wanting to stop. Just as the heat began to take over and every thought either one of them had was replaced by teenage hormones and lust-

They toppled off of the couch. "Ouch," Kurt thought aloud, instinctively rolling away from Blaine so that he could pick himself up off the floor. "That sort of killed the mood."

"Could've been worse."

"How so?"

"Your dad could've walked in. It would be like, awkward squared." Blaine said simply, plopping himself back onto the couch with a dull noise. Kurt crawled back onto the couch, snuggling up to Blaine.

I suppose so, now where were we?

Blaine smiled and brought Kurt's face to his. As if on cue, a thundering, masculine voice interrupted them. "Enjoying your movie, boys?" Burt teased from the doorway, obviously trying not to laugh. Kurt just groaned pointedly and shoved a pillow on his face in embarrassment, Blaine mimicking the action shortly after.

And there you go! This story will be continuing after all, but I'm still having difficulty coming up with something good for the next chapter. Leave your idea in a review if you like, and let me know who you want to find out about Kurt and Blaine's powers next! Thank you all so much for your love and support, and please keep it coming!