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-JC

A slight tug on Blaine's chest woke him up. He opened his eyes and felt a small pain on his neck, probably because of the position he slept in the night before. Somehow the sensation of waking up felt different. Instantly, he felt that he wasn't lying down, but rather, he was sitting up. He groaned a little before surveying his surroundings. This was definitely not his own room.

Then there was another tug on his shirt. He looked down to see where it came from and saw Alice gripping his button down shirt ever so tightly as she slept. Out of habit, Blaine rubbed her head, making her move slightly, nuzzling her father's chest. The scene outside looked rather calm. The morning sun was already up in the sky, saying hello to the world below.

Kurt woke up moments after, looking at the father and daughter scene in front of him, making him smile. Their eyes met moments after. Feeling extremely comfortable in the position they're in, neither dared to move as both men simply looked at each other, taking in the sight of the other man in front of them. Their silence was nothing but comfortable; Alice's breathing and the clock's ticking seemed to be music to their ears.

"Hey." Blaine started, breaking the silence. "Good morning."

"Morning." Kurt replied, his stomach grumbling, making him blush a little. Blaine's smile grew at Kurt's blush, reminding him that Kurt was only human, and yet in his eyes, the man was an angel. "Oh shut up." Kurt said, lightly tapping Blaine's thigh with his right hand. Blaine stood up right after gently setting Alice down on the couch pillow. "Hey, where're you going?" Kurt asked, looking over to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna cook you guys some breakfast." Blaine took out everything he needed to make scrambled eggs; the pan from one of the shelves, the vegetable oil from one of the bottom shelves, the garlic and the eggs from the refrigerator. Almost quite flawlessly from what Kurt could see.

The smoke alarm completely woke Alice up. It was located high above the wall so Blaine couldn't even reach it without the help of something to stand on. He fanned the detector only to have the garlic burn even more without his supervision. Kurt laughed a little, standing up and taking down the smoke detector with ease. "Show off." Blaine teased, giving Kurt a small kiss on the cheek.

The taller brunette tried took a glance at the burned garlic. He was lucky all his other clothing were in the other room, because if they hadn't, they would totally smell like garlic. He tried taking over the disaster Blaine caused only to have his hand swiped out of the way. "No." Kurt looked at Blaine with a shocked expression, holding his hand with the other. "You cooked last night, it's the least I could do." And with that, Kurt went and headed for the bathroom with a smile.

Kurt took in the smell of the eggs as he exited the bathroom. It was weird, never in a million years would he think that he would even like the idea of eating eggs and the fat that comes along with them, but there he stood, smelling their odor as it wafted through his apartment. "Hey there." He wrapped his arms around Blaine, who was now wearing his apron that said Fabulous Food on it in bright red and blue lettering.

"Eggs are about done, and the toast." He nuzzled his cheek over to Kurt's, which wasn't difficult, considering Kurt's chin was already buried in his neck. "Could you wake up Alice?"

He looked over and saw Alice sitting up and yawning with her mouth open as big as it could be. "I don't think it's needed." Blaine looked over and saw the little girl lazily walking over to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep off her eyes. She gave a slight glance over to Blaine and Kurt in the kitchen. "Good morning papa. Good morning Mr. Hummel." Alice went into the bathroom.

"You know, it's her first night without any nightmares." Blaine moved over to an empty space on the counter, transferring the eggs to an empty plate, Kurt followed him leaning his stomach on the counter while Blaine leaned on his back. They stayed in silence until the Alice entered the kitchen, that adoring smile present in her face.

"Ooh! eggs!" she said out loud causing the two men to grin beyond belief.

Three days have passed; Blaine and Kurt found themselves sitting in a booth across from each other at Breadstix, the cliché date location for Lima couples, but neither one of them complained. The waitress came in, with a smile on her face. Blaine and Kurt looked at the woman, giving her respectful smiles as they gave her their orders.

"You know," Blaine started, taking a sip from the water the waitress left for them. "I feel like we've known each other for a long time, and I uh…" He looked up to see Kurt staring at him with those wonderful blue eyes that he started stuttering. "uh…I…uh." Blaine looked away, flushed by his own embarrassment, rubbing his hands in an attempt to calm himself down. Across the table, Kurt somewhat giggled at Blaine's reaction.

He ran his hand through his ungeled hair, still pretty embarrassed by the situation, then let is fall slowly to the table. Kurt took hold of Blaine's hand, and rubbed circles around the bridge between the thumb and index finger. "It's fine, you can tell me anything."

Blaine turned his head once again, a smile on his face as they made two seconds of eye contact. "That's just it. I feel like we've known each other for quite a while, but… you know, we still don't." Kurt tilted his head in confusion, not really comprehending what Blaine actually meant. "I guess what I'm trying to say is…" Blaine flipped the action, and took hold of Kurt's left hand with both of his own. "Mr. Kurt Hummel, what makes you… you?"

"Oh?" Kurt replied, somewhat taken aback. He thought about it, and Blaine was correct. In all the times they've known each other, not much about them were really discussed. What better time than now? He thought to himself.

"Aw!" The waitress came in with their food. If her hands weren't full, she would wave taken a picture of the couple right there and then. "How cute!" They simply smiled as she lay the plates on the table. "If you need anything, just call okay?" She left with a smile on her face and her hand on her chest, stealing a few glances of Kurt and Blaine as she walked.

"You don't hear that every day." Kurt smiled, slightly hiding his face from the crowd, acting like a complete teenager.

"Why do you say that?" Blaine asked, letting go of the man's soft hand to reach for the fork towards his left.

"Well, when you've been out as long as I have, you don't really hear compliments that often." Blaine felt his smile dissipate as soon as he saw Kurt's expression. His pale face dropped as soon as he reminisced about the past. "Anyway, I'm just glad things have changed since then." Kurt perked up a little, poking multiple leaves from his salad. Blaine followed his lead, and started eating as well.

For some reason, he heard Kurt giggle across the table. Blaine gave him a curious look, asking 'What is it?', but he only smiled even more. "Do you always eat like this?"

"Hmm?" He mumbled through the food that was in his mouth, quickly swallowing to give Kurt a reply. "Sorry, I uh… The more food that's around, I tend to eat more." He laughed a little on his own expense. On the other side, Kurt was still giggling. "You should see me during Thanksgiving. I swear my mom hides all the food just to get me to eat less."

"Speaking of Thanksgiving, do you want to spend yours with me?" The question came out quite sheepish as he asked not really feel confident asking the question. He himself goes back home to spend the holidays with his family, why wouldn't Blaine do so as well?

"Huh?" Blaine asked though he fully heard the question. Confirmation was what he needed, because why would Kurt ask him that question, especially without any type of the usual high pitched excited voice the man usual wore.

"It's fine though… If you want to spend it with your family."

"No, Kurt, it's fine. They won't mind. Besides, I think I'd rather spend it with you anyway."

"Oh dear God! It's cold!" Carole commented as she opened the door for Kurt, the frigid air diffusing completely inside the house, causing the woman to experience chills.

"Hey." Kurt welcomed her with a tight hug, somewhat raising her without having her feet off the floor. "Where's dad?" He looked around the living room where his father usually was, other than work. His gaze continued towards the kitchen, but alas, he wasn't there as well.

"In the garage." She dusted herself off, fixing the alignment of her clothing. "You're early aren't you?" She sat down on the couch, her eyes going towards the person playing on Price is Right as she drank from the glass of water on the center table. "We didn't expect you come home until Thanksgiving."

Kurt gave her an "Are you kidding?" look. "What I can't visit my family every now and then?" He went up to her and kissed her on the cheek, making sure that she understood that it was only a joke. "Yeah, about that…"

"About what?" Burt came in, rubbing his hands on a rag that looked as spotted as a black and white cow. "Hey Kurt." Once again, Burt went in for a hug, only to be stopped by Kurt halfway.

"Dad, please… clothes?"

"About what?" His tone was somewhat serious now.

"Well… it's about Thanksgiving…" The parent's eyes grew, assuming the worst from their son.

"Why Kurt? What happened?" Carole instantly stood up and held on to Kurt's shoulders.

"No, it's not something bad."

"Then what is it son? Suspense isn't really gonna do us any good."

"I'm bringing someone over, if it's fine" Carole's eyes sparkled right after Kurt finished his sentence. She clapped her hands immediately and hugged him, his pale arms struggled to let free from her grasp, but her grip only grew tighter.

"I'm so happy for you!" She looked at Burt who had his eyebrows clenched.

"Is it that James kid again? Because Kurt, I don't ever want you seeing him again! He-"

Kurt cut him off before he could finish the sentence. "No dad, it's not James. His name's Blaine and he's amazing."

"Blaine?" Carole looked at Burt. "Blaine? Where have I heard that name before?"

"Oh! He's Cal's glee club director." Kurt stated matter-of-factly, as if what he said was completely normal.

A little bit shorter than before, but yeah...

Also I have exams this week, so... don't expect early updates...

God!

School...