Sorry! this is late! But after a very busy Holidays and the business of having to enroll and get ready for classes, I was swamped! MEH! But no worries! I'm back! Yay!

This is JC and I totally own Glee... (Yeah, right... As If)

To be honest, Kurt wasn't planning on doing this today, but when has plans ever been truly fulfilled anyway. There's always going to be those tiny little things that will not necessarily ruin a person's intentions, but only change them a little. Not to say that Kurt didn't like this small turn of event. In fact he liked it, because here he was, watching a movie in his apartment huddled close to a certain Blaine Anderson.

The breakfast went great. They ate but he still couldn't help but wonder what troubled Blaine the night before. During most of their time at the restaurant, their conversations flowed from their jobs, to Alice, to the weather. It was a nice conversation overall, but Blaine was still avoiding the conversation topic that Kurt wanted to discuss but didn't want to force out of the man in front of him.

It wasn't that he REALLY wanted to know, well he did to certain extent, but only because he was worried. He understood it though. Even though Blaine wanted to reveal it to him at this time, it didn't mean that whatever the secret was was easy to say out loud. Kurt twirled his finger around the curls of Blaine's hair. It was soft as the man lay his head on Kurt's chest, feeling it rise and fall due to breathing.

Kurt's thoughts were broken when Blaine spoke up. "I had an argument with my dad last night."

Kurt didn't know what to say, so he just listened as Blaine nuzzled his cheek on Kurt's shirt. Blaine chuckled a little, not out of humor, but of annoyance and irritation. Kurt could sense it.

"He said that I was ruining my life, what with the divorce and all. And get this, he wanted me to get back together with her!" Blaine was sitting up, looking completely out of it as he spoke in a loud voice. "He gives me all this crap about my life, why can't he just get over the fact that I don't care what he says! Hmph, I wonder how his precious reputation will hold him up, knowing that I'm dating you."

"Excuse me!" Kurt's eyes grew, surprised at how Blaine said it. Obviously, it wasn't as much that Blaine liked him, but was this all to prove a point? Sure, it wasn't the typical relationship that included all happiness and sweetness all the time, considering what just happened to Alice, but it was a relationship nonetheless. And from the way he said it, Blaine couldn't care any less about how Kurt felt. Kurt did not want to go through this again. He straightened up as soon as Blaine struck him with panicked eyes, knowing the mistake he just said.

"Wait, no, no, Kurt, that's not what I-"

"Is this all a game to you?" Kurt stood up.

"Kurt." He begged, still sitting down on the couch as Kurt headed for somewhere else in the apartment. "Listen please! I didn't mean it like that!"

"You know what?" Kurt thumbed the bridge of his nose, eyes clenched and head hurting. "Just please, be quiet. I-"

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I know, I know..." Kurt's voice toned down a little, sitting next to Blaine. He breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself down as Blaine followed the younger man's orders, sitting with his hands clenched and shaking. Kurt sat down next to him, feeling a little bit better, even after what Blaine said.

There was a brief silence between the two. Blaine didn't dare to move closer to Kurt. There was only a small distance between them, but Blaine thought that Kurt needed some kind of space for a moment. He didn't want to have Kurt assume that he didn't care, because he did, it was just probably from the heat of the moment.

Kurt's breathing calmed down after a while, and Blaine sensed it. Little by little, he inched closer to Kurt, trying to sense if it was fine by him if he got closer. slowly, he reached out for the pale hand that rested on the couch, stealing glances at his pained deep blue eyes that stared at the floor. Finally, their hands touched, causing Kurt to flinch and turn his head, glaring at the outreached hand.

Almost immediately, Blaine retracted his arm, going into defensive mode, feeling the iciness of Kurt's eyes. He didn't dare to look at them. He didn't want to, because after that silence, Blaine knew what was coming next. That glare was a big enough clue, and after what Kurt thought: "Is this all a game to you?", the younger man was going to brea-

Blaine's train of thought was shot down when he felt a hand cup his cheek. He still looked away, but he felt the soft touch of Kurt's hand, it felt nice, causing his heart to flutter nervously in his chest. Blaine felt his breath hitch as he closed his eyes, not wanting Kurt's hand to leave his face. God! He felt like a love-struck teenager.

And when he felt Kurt move his head, he followed, not giving any sign of retaliation. He gave in, and before he knew it, lips touched his own.

The kiss was sweet. They both smiled as they gave each other small pecks on the lips, separating occasionally to look each other in the eyes.

Blaine sighed as Kurt deepened the kiss. This kiss wasn't like any of the ones they shared before. This felt amazing as Kurt lightly bit his lower lip. This wasn't the friendly kisses they had. Kurt licked Blaine's bottom lip, asking for entrance, which Blaine allowed.

He didn't know how long their lips stayed attached, and to be honest, neither of them cared.

Neither wanted it to stop, but of course a loud ring coming from Blaine's pocket caused their foreheads to slam against each other while Blaine accidentally bit Blaine's lip... hard. The slight pain caused Blaine to groan as he answered the phone.

Kurt simply backed away, keeping to himself as he watched Blaine go off with his phone in hand.

"Sorry about that." Blaine returned not a few seconds later, shoving the phone into his pocket. "It was Karen with some terrifying news about her table."

"What was it about?" Kurt said somewhat sheepishly, slinking back to keeping his hands to himself.

Blaine answered awkwardly, not really wanting to answer the question. "Uh... The table was too high or something and it didn't match her carpet."

They both shared awkward glances. Smiling at each other, not knowing what to do. They played with their fingers, shook their legs and looked around the room, occasionally looking at the man beside them.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was thinking. I guess I was too distraught by the thoughts of my dad that I..." Kurt closed the distance between them, holding Blaine's hand close to him.

"I know... Not everyone's life is calm, but..."

"I swear, I won't say anything like that again, I promise!"

Kurt smiled at Blaine's raised hand, giggling a little bit. "Now I know where Alice gets it." Blaine gave him a confused look. "You're so adorable."

And with that, Kurt pressed closer to Blaine, kissing him on the forehead while turning back to the movie that played on the television.

Cyrus Anderson left the hotel room that morning, the memory of his son screaming and yelling at him still fresh in his mind. The disappointed look on his face was evident as he drove towards nowhere, his thoughts still crowded with random things. Of course he knew that Blaine was gay. A child who'd play with a toy house with his cousin, and paper dolls screamed gay. It was at that moment that he decided that no son of his was going to be a homosexual. He set Blaine up with girls, on to have them turn into play dates, not that Blaine would remember any of them anyway. It was extremely difficult during the boy's teenage years though, he kept bringing boys home, and that was something that Cyrus did not want, even though Blaine said that they were friends. But when he introduced Blaine to Julia, it was as if everything disappeared. Julia and Blaine clicked, and soon a marriage was underway. Cyrus felt proud.

His son was normal, and that was the way it was supposed to be.

But when Blaine told him that he was in love with another man, Cyrus sparked. Now he knew where he was going.

Cyrus sped off, heading to his son's apartment.

The clock read 4:00 p.m. when Blaine woke up. The television had long been turned off and they just lay beside each other. He didn't really remember what time he dozed off, but it felt nice to have Kurt next to him. He looked up at Kurt; the angelic face of this man never got old in his eyes. He could just stare at those wonderful pale cheeks, his perfect skin. And when he felt Kurt stir in his sleep, groaning a little bit, he raised his head off his shoulder, standing up to get his coat. He couldn't stay for long. His mother had been taking care of Alice for the past seven hours, and he should really get home.

"Blaine?" Kurt mumbled, sitting up while rubbing his eyes.

"Hey there," Blaine leaned forward, capturing his lips. "Had a nice nap?"

"Where are you going?" Kurt groaned as he stretched, standing up to help Blaine with his second jacket.

"Home. I was gonna wake you up before leaving, but you looked too cute to disturb."

"Ahw, come here." Kurt went up and embraced Blaine from behind, rubbing Blaine's arm in the embrace as the shorter man checked if he had everything, mouthing the words: "keys, wallet and phone!" Figuring out he didn't have the said device, he searched for it, tracing back his steps before finding it on the table, Kurt not letting go for even a second.

"You know, it's kinda hard to move around with you pressed so close to me."

"I don't care. I want my pillow."

"If someone's a pillow, it ought to be you."

"Can't we both be pillows?"

"Fine, we're both pillows." Blaine leaned in and pressed a kiss on Kurt's cheek, looking into those deep blue eyes he loved so much. "I love you."

Kurt smiled, nuzzling his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I love you too."

Blaine turned around and looked at the clock.

4:11

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Another thirty minutes couldn't hurt.

Yay!

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JC