Chapter notes: HOW GOOD WAS DANCE WITH SOMEBODY! Omg, the klaine in that episode made me weep. Klaine sexting is cannon! It was so sweet! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I loved writing it! Enjoy! :D

Word Count: 5,316

Monday 5th December 2012

Dear Kurt,

Would it be okay for me to sign the papers for your apartment on Wednesday? It would be great if I could and I would be willing to move in any time that is possible. Please don't feel as if I am pressuring you into anything!

Get back to me soon,

Madison Lansdale.

I squealed in my seat and jumped up and down. I began to run around the room excitedly.

"What's going on in here?" Blaine said, obviously still half asleep and rubbing his eyes adorably. I spun around to see him clad in his Elmo pyjamas from last night. I ran over, picked him up and spun him round, making him laugh and scream.

"Aah! I'm being kidnapped!" He shouted in to the apartment. I laughed and set him down on the floor, still giggling excitedly. I grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the sofa. I picked up my laptop and put it on his lap. He looked at me confused before looking down and reading the email.

"Dear Kurt..." He began reading, mouthing the words as he went. His face went from confused, to shocked, to blank, to smiling that dazzling smile that made me week at the knees.

"Oh Kurt, this is amazing! You can sign the papers to the shop then!" he smiled, putting the computer down on the table and engulfing me in another hug. He squeezed me tightly and rubbed my back, chuckling in to my ear.

"Do you want me to make us some coffee?" he asked me, having memorised my coffee in the month that we had known each other.

"Blaine, it's my apartment. You're the guest, you don't have to make coffee" I said, moving to stand up, but being stopped by him. He pushed me back down on to the seat and looked me in the eye.

"And I shouldn't have to be here, not that I'm complaining about being with you" he winked. HE WINKED! AT ME! "But if you are going to let me stay here, you have to let me do things to earn it. Starting now and I already know what you have so I won't make a mistake" he said, walking in to the kitchen with a look back at me to see if I was following him.

I didn't think I could take this much more. I was going to kiss him, soon. But I was going to do it properly. I would surprise him, make him feel special after everything he had been through, and I think this is a good time of year, when the rain is turning into snow and the rainbows are hidden by the clouds. The most romantic time of year. I was going to do it properly, and soon.

"There you go!" he said, placing my cup down on the placemat on the coffee table and plonked down next to me, almost spilling his coffee in the process. I chuckled and picked up my coffee, taking a sip and then leaning back against the sofa.

"So, what are you going to do with the little shop? Did you say a café?" he asked me, looking up from behind his mug. I was glad he was asking me, it took my mind off things. To be fair, I wasn't really sure what I was going to do with it yet, but I had defiantly decided that there would be coffee.

"Well I was thinking, maybe a coffee shop that sold cakes and food and all that. I'm not quite sure yet, and I'm willing to take you up on your offer of playing the piano and guitar of course. What do you think?" I asked, not sure if he had taken my offer of us working on it together seriously or not.

"What do you mean?" he said, he obviously hadn't noticed or was just trying to be polite encase I had changed my mind about it.

"Well, seen as I said I would like to work on this together, I think it would be good to have your opinion, don't you think?" he stared at me wide eyed, stumbling over his words adorably.

"Wait, you were serious about that?" I nodded my head cautiously, hoping he wasn't turning down the offer "I thought you were just trying to make me feel better that day!" he said, letting out a breathy laugh and running his hand through his curls, making them stick up in the air. "Wow, Kurt, I would be so...so honoured" he said.

"It would be amazing to share my dream with you, Blaine. I need someone who I can look back and talk about it to and to share all the experiences with, and I want that to be you" I said, hoping I didn't sound too cheesy. He just smiled and looked in my eyes.

"I would love to have a dream, especially if it's with you, Kurt" he answered. I guess it wasn't too much. I looked down, again feeling the urge to kiss him, but the small part of me that was awake reminded me that it had to be special when it happened.

We finished our coffee and he went off the have a shower, leaving me desperately trying to get dirty thoughts about Blaine in the shower from entering my mind. I thought that maybe we should go out for dinner to celebrate tonight, instead of having takeout for the 3rd night in a row. I decided to take him somewhere nice, like that Mexican down the street. I could just tell he was a Mexican kind of guy.

He walked back into the room ten minutes later, hair dripping wet and wearing the clothes he had packed yesterday. He just looked so cute, but then I remembered why he was here and sadness came over me again. I smiled, the corners of my lips barely turning up.

"I was thinking maybe you would like to go out and get some dinner tonight. You know, to celebrate?" I asked, looking in his eyes. I could see he had been crying, but what else was I to expect, after everything he had been through in the past 24 hours.

"Yeah, that would be great, Kurt. But I should really go back home to get some of my stuff, because I'm never going back to live there. I just can't Kurt" he said, his head falling in his hands but his eyes failing to produce tears, having run dry.

"I'll come with you; I'm not letting you go back there by yourself, not after what he did to you" I said, my eyes glancing to his shirt covered back. He looked up at me with red, puffy eyes and a slight smile on his face.

"We should go over whilst he's out. I managed to keep my key because it was in my pocket when I walked out the door, along with my phone. He's usually out from 11-4 because he works at a law firm in the city centre. That's when we should go" he answered quietly, almost murmuring.

"You don't have to come Blaine; do you want me to go instead?" I asked him. I would do anything to make this boy feel better. I couldn't stand to see him hurting any more; it just wasn't fair on him. Why couldn't I take his place? Why couldn't I make everything okay? Why did his father have to be such a homophobe? I would do everything in my power to make him whole again, even if that meant putting our relationship on standby, just for a little while.

"No, Kurt. This is something I have to do. I couldn't bear the thought of him being there when you got there and seeing you packing my things. That would just do even more damage. But thank you, for the offer I mean. It means a lot to me" he said, turning his head and sitting up to look me in the eye. His eyes glanced down to my lips again, but he blushed and turned away, which made me blush and turn away too! Typical.

"We had better get going, if we want to get there when he's at home, which would not be good" I sighed, getting to my feet and holding my hand out for him to take. He took it and I pulled him to his feet, his lips twitching up at the corners.

We walked out the door, our hands still clasped between us.

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"That's it" Blaine said, pointing to a building in the middle of a cluster of houses. I sighed and looked at the house.

It was fairly posh, posh enough anyway, but it was a very formal looking building. It seemed like it had no personality t all and I almost felt sorry for Blaine to have to live there. It had a marble arch for the porch and big double doors for the entrance. It was the kind of house I could only dream about living in, but it was way too formal. It showed no significance to who lived there and what kind of person they were and that was something I didn't like. I didn't mind living in a flat but the only reason I didn't like it was because you could personalise it properly and call it your own.

"Come on" I said when I felt Blaine freeze beside me "Is he in?" I asked, looking around for any sign of a car parked on a driveway, which was hidden underneath the house, where I saw no car.

"No, he's out. I don't know if I can do this" he said, his voice clearly wavering as he spoke cautiously, his hand clasping mine in a death grip. I rubbed my other gloved hand up and down the arm I was holding.

"Blaine, I'm here. I know that you can do this. You are the single strongest man that I have ever met, and anyone who can't see that is either blind or stupid, and your father is defiantly both!" I said, looking into his eyes where I could see tears swimming, threatening to spill over. It was ridiculous how much this boy could cry in 48 hours, but I loved comforting him, so I didn't mind "Come on" I said, pulling him toward the house by his hand that was still firmly clasped with mine.

When they reached the door, Blaine dug in to his jacket pocket and pulled out an 'I Love New York' key ring, making me chuckle at how cliché he was. He slid the key into the lock and turned it, making a clicking sound come from the door. He took a deep breath and I placed my hand on the small of his back, trying to comfort him as much as I could. He pushed open the door, making the whole house echo.

We stepped inside and I looked around... wow! I had never been in such an amazing house , the foyer was bigger than my apartment itself and doorways were going off in to different rooms left right and centre, literally! There was a grand marble staircase straight in front of me that lead up to two floors, a balcony right above me when I looked up. I must have been trying to catch flies because he noticed my shocked expression and laughed at it heartedly, making me look back towards him.

"You never mentioned that you lived in a mansion!" I said breathily, still looking around in awe at this magnificent building that I was stood in. He looked down and rubbed the back of my neck, blushing.

"I-I thought maybe if you... n-no it's stupid" he swatted his hand in emphasis. I was confused at his words. Why didn't he want me to know? Was he scared that I wouldn't like him anymore if I knew he was rich? Or the opposite, did he think that if I knew he was rich that was the only reason I would want to be friends with him? I know I'm a bitch sometimes, but I am not the type to take advantage of someone! But he didn't really know that about me yet, so I could see his point if that was his concern.

"No, it's not stupid, tell me" I pleaded, eager to know what was bothering the man here with me.

"Well, I just thought that...if you knew I was...well, rich...then you might judge me" he saw my shocked expression and hurried to cover himself up, realising what he had just said "It's happened before! That's why, and since then I'm always on guard. This girl wanted to be my friend and she seemed pretty nice so I let her come over here. When she got here, she was so shocked like you and she said she wanted to me my girlfriend. When I told her I was gay, she just said she wanted me for my money and stormed out and I haven't heard a word from her since" he said, sadly shaking his head, as if ashamed of himself for being so gullible and trusting in the wrong people.

"Blaine, believe me, I am not going to do that to you. I care so much about you; I would never take advantage of you. You can ask any of my friends and they will say the same thing. You don't and will never have to worry about me judging you, because I'm not one to judge except of course when it comes to fashion, that's when bitchy Kurt comes to the surface in all his glory" I said, looking up for emphasis, making him laugh "But seriously Blaine, I would never ever do that to you. I really, really care about you Blaine" I told him, trying to put all the love I felt for him into my words. Wait...love? That was new. I knew that I liked him from the start, but love hadn't happened since Alex. God, spending all this time with Blaine was helping me to forget about Alex! That had to be good, right? He looked towards the stairs and looked back to me. I nodded and he pulled me by the hand (that I had forgotten I was still holding) and dragged me up the staircase.

He pulled me up two flights of stairs until we reached the end of a corridor where Blaine stopped in front of the door. He gestured for me to open it, so I did. My whole body froze at what I saw. His room was incredible! It was so... Blaine. I laughed, realising he had said the exact same thing about my room when he had first seen it.

It was like stepping in a time machine and going back to the seventies where the green and gold stripy wallpaper that covered the walls was top of the range and the his design would have been favoured by everyone he knew. Somehow, Blaine seemed to fit perfectly in to this room, like it somehow showed who he was at heart. Not the prep school boy, or the man who has a rich father, or the man who went to Harvard because he was so clever. No, this was the man I knew, inside. The man that still slept with a teddy bear wore Elmo t-shirts and knew every single Disney song off by heart. That was the man I knew and loved and that is why I loved this room so much. Because despite the houses superiority, Blaine had still made this room his own.

"Wow Blaine! I'm speechless" I looked around the room, still taking in my surrounding "I applaud your tastes" I added on the end. Blaine's mouth curled up into a smile.

"Really, do you really like it?" he asked almost pleadingly, begging me to say yes. I laughed and smiled back, showing all my teeth.

"Of course I do silly! Who wouldn't, it's like one of those rooms back in the 1970's that I've always wanted to visit! Now what do we need to take?" I said, rubbing my hands together in anticipation, which he just rolled his eyes at.

We spent the next hour packing Blaine's suitcase with clothes and photos and all sorts of other bits and bobs. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I saw I had one new message from Rachel, so I opened it up.

Hey Kurt! I am having a dinner party tonight with: Tina, Mike, Santana, Brittany, Finn, Quinn and Mercedes! I was wondering if you and Blaine might like to join us. Everyone is dying to meet Blaine and no one has seen you in ages! Can you come? Xx-Rachel

My heart swelled at the message. I loved how she had invited Blaine along too, Rachel Berry-Fabray could be annoying sometimes but she truly did have the biggest heart ever. I looked over to the other side of the bedroom to see Blaine rummaging through a draw.

"Hey Blaine?" Blaine turned around and looked at me questioningly "Would you like to have dinner with my friends tonight, instead of going out? Rachel has just texted me asking if you and me wanted to come to her dinner party. All my friends are really excited to meet you" I said, almost in a question tone of voice. He looked confused and then a radiant smile appeared on his face, dazzling by his pearly whites. How did he keep them that clean? I would have to ask him sometime at how he did that.

"I would love to meet the rest of your friends. Wow, they are excited to meet me?" he asked incredulously. When I nodded, he ran a hand though his hair and his whole face was lit up with that magic only he could create, so powerful that it made the whole room warmer.

"I would be honoured" he finally answered. I nodded, pleased and typed Rachel a message.

Thank you so much for exciting us Rachel, we would love to come. It was lovely of you to invite Blaine, it means a lot to him. We'll be there at seven! Xx-Kurt

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I leaned forward and knocked on the door of Rachel and Quinn's house in the middle of the city. I greatly admired this house and I had been jealous of it since they asked me to look around it with them. But I knew that one day, I would have a husband and I would have everything that they had and more. I just had to wait my turn.

Blaine straitened out his jacket for the fiftieth time in the last minute and I took his hand, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, which he returned and he visibly relaxed at the touch, making me smile.

Rachel flung open the door moment later, revealing her in a dress that went down to her knees, complemented by her signature white tights, if there was something that had never changed about Rachel Berry-Fabray it was that her fashion sense was still the same as always.

"Kurt! Blaine! It's so good to see you both!" she said, kissing me on the cheek and then flinging her arms around me, giving me a famous Berry crusher that she had done since high school. She then kissed Blaine on the cheeks and gave him his own hug, almost suffocating him. It was okay for me because I was defiantly taller than her so I had room to breathe, but poor Blaine was the same height and was almost killed by her embrace. He coughed jokily, exclaiming that he was dying, making us all laugh.

"QUINN! KURT AND BLAINE ARE HERE!" Rachel shouted in to the house, causing an eruption of cheers and footsteps on the wooden floor. I was pulled in the door, and so was Blaine, and embraced by everyone. I took my turns kissing everyone cheeks, even the boys, and hugging every one of them. I noticed Santana hugging Blaine and then beginning to talk to him. I vaguely made out what she saying to him.

"You better be good to my boy Kurt, okay? He's been through too much crap in his time and if you cause him anymore then I will end you, got it?" Blaine gulped and nodded. Santana's expression softened and she pulled Blaine in for another hug, softer this time. I put my hand over my heart as it swelled impossibly large in my cheat at the interaction of two of my best friends right in front of me. I was so glad that Santana approved of him; I didn't think I could bear it if she didn't anyway! I looked at them for a few more seconds before deciding to go over to them.

"Hey Satan...I mean Santana! It's so good to see you" I said, giving her a tight squeeze. I heard her chuckle in to my ear, making me smile. I really did miss Santana a lot, more than anyone else.

"It's good to see you too porcelain! And I see you've found yourself a man" she said looking over at Blaine who was now in full conversation with Quinn after not seeing her in ages. I blushed furiously and stammered over my words helplessly.

"N-no... it's not like that... w-well I want it to be...but not yet, Urgh!" I said, giving up, making Santana laugh and wave her arms to indicate that is was okay.

"Been there, done that, got the 'I'm a lesbian t-shirt' and I'm never going back" she said pointing to Brittany. I chuckled and linked arms with her as we walked toward the dining room where everyone was gathered at the end of the corridor.

I had always loved this room the most. It held countless memories of Rachel and Quinn's famous dinner parties, which mostly we just ended up getting drunk and dancing to Abba! It was a fairly small room and held a 6 person table, which she was trying to cramp 9 people on to, and a small fireplace that was roaring around the logs that were placed on there. Above the fireplace was a mantelpiece, which was covered with photos. One of them caught my attention in particular. It was from when I had gone to see Rachel and Quinn with Blaine. I don't remember taking any photos but this was a picture of me, Blaine, Rachel and Quinn in that small Italian restaurant, our smiling, happy faces squished together as Rachel held the camera away to take a picture. I would have to ask her for a copy of that photo, but what made me the most happy, was that she had included Blaine in her life, and that was all I could ever ask for.

"Let's eat!" Rachel said over everyone and clapped her hands excitedly "Kurt, could you help me carry the food in please?" she asked. I nodded and moved from where I was seated in between Santana and Blaine and went towards the kitchen.

"What do you want me to carry Rach?" I asked, she turned around and looked me incredulously, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Haven't you ever heard the term, 'can you come help me in the kitchen?'" she asked me, when I shook my head, she laughed and continued "Well, it's code for 'I need to talk to you in private'. What is going on with you and Blaine?" she asked her voice in a hushed tone.

"Nothing is going on Rachel...not yet anyway" I said awkwardly "No. More. Questions" I said, taking the chicken from the side and carrying it back in to the dining room, taking my place back next to Blaine who was animatedly talking to Santana. I took his hand underneath the table and he turned to smile at me, that full smile that I missed because I hadn't seen it in so long. I resisted the temptation to lean over and kiss his cheek because I could see Rachel following my every move.

"Are you okay?" I leaned over and whispered in to his ear so that only he could hear. His face broke in to a smile that I swear could break his face in two.

"Never been better" he said, and I knew he meant what he was saying. Rachel winked at me from across the table. Quinn didn't pray today before like she always did because she knew I wasn't religious. Things like that made me realise how lucky I was to have such great people in my life. I looked around the table to see everyone engaged in the same conversation, including everyone, not leaving anyone out. I looked to my right and saw Blaine and Quinn sat next to each other, acting like old friends, exactly the same as when the last saw each other. I saw them exchange phone numbers to keep in contact and I smiled. At the end of the table sat Rachel and Mercedes, both laughing over something that Mercedes had said. Across from me sat Finn, Mike and Tina and at the other end sat Brittany, looking lovingly at Santana who was sat next to me. This was where I belonged. Here, surrounded by my friends and family (in Finns' case) and I wouldn't change anything for the world.

We talked and talked... and talked some more through the main course of chicken and vegetables, when someone clinked a glass. I turned to see Rachel raising her glass.

"I would like to propose a toast!" she said excitedly, placing her hand on Quinn's shoulder "I would like to toast to happiness. Because looking around this table now, I see that I am truly at home with all of you. You are... my family. Every single one of you, and yes Blaine, that means you too!" she said when she saw Blaine duck his head but he looked up in surprise when she mentioned him "I can see how much you mean to Kurt and that means that you are my family too. To happiness, love and family" she raised her glass.

"To happiness, love and family!" everyone echoed, tears in every one's eyes, even Finn, but mine especially. That was exactly what Blaine needed to know, that even if he didn't have a father, or any other blood relatives, he still had a family. Here, with me and all my friends, which were his now too. Our family.

I couldn't resist temptation and leant over to press and soft lingering kiss to his red cheek. When I pulled away, he turned to look towards me and smile brightly. I could do it; I could lean over and kiss him right now. But something stopped me. Santana stopped me, as she always did.

"Let's do some dancing!" she stood up and shouted loudly. Everyone laughed at her boldness and joined her as she made her way in to the lounge. I laughed and pulled Blaine by the hand and led him toward the room at the other end of the hall. Saying Rachel had gone all out on the Christmas decorations was an understatement. She never used to celebrate Christmas, as she in a Jew, but since Quinn was such a strong Christian, she had decided to celebrate with her, again letting her enormous heart shine through.

The whole room was lit up by fairy lights and candles, creating a very romantic and cosy aura in the room. The fireplace in this room was also lit and Rachel stopped wheeling Quinn to go and poke it, obviously not quite knowing what to do with it. Finn came and took over, which she was grateful for, so she went over to Quinn, picked her out of her wheelchair and placed her in a big plush chair, where she sat with her and snuggled in to her side. I had to admit it was quite cute.

Blaine and I sat on the loveseat with Santana and Brittany whilst Mercedes, Tina and Mike were cocooned on the sofa and Finn had taken his place in front of the fire, typical Finn for you.

We talked for the next half an hour and finished two more bottles of wine before everyone started to get drunk. The best person you could ever get drunk is Rachel. She is pure entertainment, especially when she tries to form words but it just doesn't work.

"Let's get out the videos!" she shouted and everyone cheered. What she meant by this was lets watch all of the new directions old performances that she had her dads film and put on DVDs for her. She got out of her chair and staggered over to the DVD player.

"What does she mean?" Blaine whispered in to my ear without a single slur! How did that bit hold his alcohol so well? I was drunk easily after one glass of red wine and I had drunk 4 so far. I was already the drunkest I had been in months and he was practically still sober.

"You'll see" I answered and leant my head on his shoulder, making him put his arm around my shoulders and pull me closer. I smiled drunkenly at the contact and Santana winked a terrible excuse of a fake wink at me.

Rachel turned on the TV and went back to Quinn, crawling across the floor and meowing, convincing herself she was a cat and making everyone giggle.

"Don't stop, believin',

Hold on to that feelin'

Streetlight, people!"

The familiar sound of the new directions came through the speakers. I looked up to see us all dressed up at Regionals. I sighed at the memory and a sad smile appeared on my face. I loved this performance. It was one of my favourites of ours.

We all began to sing along, rein acting our harmonies perfectly. Blaine joined in too and everyone began singing at the top of their voices, everyone still rather drunk so becoming fairly slurred, except Rachel who kept in perfect tune, naturally.

All the performances played and people began to get sleepy. I looked down to see Blaine head on my chest, his eyelids closed and a smile still on his face. I looked around to Rachel and Quinn who were fast asleep together. Everyone was snuggled in to something but I could still see Finn looking in to the fireplace longingly.

"Are you okay Finn?" I asked, careful not to wake Blaine. He turned to look at me, a sad smile on his face as he sat cross legged awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just, wish that I had someone that I could do that with" he nodded towards me and Blaine and I felt sympathetic towards my step-brother as I realised how hard this must be for him; to see everyone but him cuddled up to something. Especially Rachel and Quinn, as I knew for a fact he still wasn't over her.

"You will find someone Finn, you just have to be patient" I answered, putting on my best superior voice I could muster in my drunken state. He nodded and smiled at me, obviously grateful.

"I love you bro" he said, smiling that goofy smile that I knew so well. I smiled back at him.

"I love you too... bro" he laughed "Goodnight" I said sleepily.

"'Night" he answered, before turning back to the fire. I smiled at his back and then leaned down to press a kiss to Blaine's curls.

"Goodnight my love. Sleep well" I whispered before falling into a dream filled sleep, with this beautiful man my side and my family around me, I had never been happier.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this. Pretty long chapter but I hope you enjoyed it! Review?