When Kurt came downstairs Blaine had to restrain his jaw to keep it from unhinging. The boy looked hot! He wore the tightest pants Blaine had ever seen outside of clubs and this amazing jacket with so many belts and buckles. It made Blaine's mouth water just looking at him.

Blaine hovered a little awkwardly when everybody was picking seats, and then one opened up next to Kurt and he jumped at it. True he still didn't know the boy, but at least he wouldn't be stuck between adults he didn't care to know.

"Hey." He said to him. "Mind if I sit here?"

"No." Kurt shook his head, his eyes getting bigger and a light blush gracing his cheeks. He looked so cute.

"So, you're in high school still?"

"Junior." Kurt answered.

"Oh, that's how old…" Blaine ventured. He was waiting to see if there would be grace, but he wasn't sure.

"Sixteen."

"Oh, sweet sixteen. I remember that."

"What about you?" Kurt asked gently and reached for the salad in front of him. Blaine looked around, seemed like nobody was going to say grace.

"I'm twenty. Sophomore." Blaine answered. "I'm a business major."

"Oh." Kurt said.

"I know, sounds really boring and stuffy." Blaine shrugged. "My dad convinced me it would be better to major in something easily marketable. I'm still taking a minor in music theory and another one in performance art. I'm a singer."

"Oh, me too." Kurt beamed. "I'm in my school's glee club, the New Directions."

"Cool. Range?"

"Really have to ask?"

"Hey, I know some guys who have singing voices a lot different from their speaking voices. It's a valid question." Blaine defended with a laugh.

Kurt joined his mirth. "I'm a countertenor. What about you?"

"Second tenor." He flashed his best smile. He liked this kid. "So, you win an competitions in your glee club?"

"We got to Regionals last year; hopefully we'll get to Nationals this year." Kurt lit up.

"Cool, what kind of songs do you guys sing?" Blaine asked. Somehow that question got him an entire speech about the club members that lasted almost the entire meal. Blaine didn't mind. The way this kid talked about his club, it made his whole face light up. He was beautiful.

They also had similar tastes in music which Blaine was pleased to find out. The second half of diner consisted of a debate over whether Katy Perry was worth listening to on a regular basis. Blaine was all for it, Kurt needed convincing. Then it moved to an agreement that Gaga was better.

When diner was winding down and Mrs. Carole Hummel got up to start cleaning, Kurt excused himself to help. "Sorry, but I always do it." He said.

"Alright." Blaine patted his arm. "I won't try and hold you from it."

Blaine was a dream, a literal dream. It had taken a bit, but Kurt had calmed down enough to actually talk to the boy and he was amazing. He sang, liked a lot of the same music; he was funny and charming. He touched him. No other boys really touched Kurt, and he wasn't really used to it. It made his skin burn pleasantly. He wondered if Blaine could be gay, 'cause wouldn't that be awesome?

"Why don't you go talk to the kid?" Mamma said, putting a warm hand on the small of his back. "You two seemed to hit it off, and don't want to leave him with Finn." She winked and turned him around.

"Mamma, I always clean up." Kurt protested.

"I want to play with my new daughter-in-law, kid. Go play with your new friend." She pushed him gently. "We have this."

"Mamma…" Kurt tried but he was already being pushed out of the kitchen.

"Kurt?" Pappy asked. "What're you doing out here kid?"

"Mamma kicked me out." Kurt said, trying to keep the hurt from his voice. Everything was so different this year, he wasn't used to that.

"Well, Barry and Kitty are in there." Aunt Ashley said. "They have more than enough people to help; you can relax for once Kurt."

"I know." He looked for a place to sit. Only by Finn's uncle Harry and Finn had a space free. He didn't know Harry…

"And Wes really said that?" Finn was asking when he sat down next to them.

"Yeah, and hey Kurt." Blaine said brightly.

"Hi." Kurt said quietly.

"So I was just telling Finn stories from my freshmen year, wanna join in?" Blaine asked nicely, locking eyes with Kurt.

"Yeah, he's got some awesome stories dude." Finn added.

"Sure. What can you wow me with?" Kurt asked. Maybe a good story would get his mind off how different holidays were now.

"Well… hmm… well there was that one time Nick and Jeff decided it would be an awesome idea to strip down to their boxers and walk outside at nine at night. A bunch of us followed them and took pictures of people's reactions. The hookah table out front had the funniest reaction. This one girl asked everybody's names and then promptly forgot them so she asked again. Then when we pointed out we'd already told her, she made up this little rap to try and remember. It was mostly her just repeating our names 'Nick, Jeff, Blaine, Wes… Nick, Jeff, Blaine, Wes…' she got totally messed up when she tried adding David in." Blaine recounted.

"Whoa, people do that in college?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah," Finn said. "Hey, is that why Nick and Jeff never wear pants?"

"Exactly." Blaine laughed. "Nick got a girlfriend out of the whole ordeal."

"That's crazy." Kurt laughed.

AN: So I know the parts are short, but I can safely promise that, barring some SERIOUSLY busy day where I cannot touch my computer, I will post a chapter of this story every day. I have a FAIR amount of it written.