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Chapter notes: Here it is! The one you've been waiting for! I hope I did it justice and I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I really hope that you enjoy it and that I did okay! Enjoy: P

It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen; watching Blaine interact with my family this way. They completely loved him, and not just put on love, proper love. The type of love that runs in your veins and warms your heart; the type of love that can never be forgotten; the type of love Blaine's parents had never given him, unconditional love.

We were sat around the living room, laughing about nothing. Blaine and I sat on the couch as close together as possible, dad and Carole we snuggled up in the chair in the corner, and Finn had taken his place in front of the fireplace again. I felt extremely sympathetic towards my step-brother, I knew what was wrong with him; he missed being loved. We loved him and all, but it wasn't that kind of love he ached for. It was the kind that Dad and Carole shared, and the love he longed to share with Rachel. He had been completely devastated when he found out that she loved someone else, and it tore him apart when he found out it was Quinn. The only two loves in his life had moved on and he had felt that he had no hope. He was just an outline of his former self, and I was determined to get him back to the normal, jolly Finn I grew up with.

"Would anyone like any hot chocolate?" Carole asked after we had finished laughing over a story that Blaine had told us, leaving everyone clutching their stomachs in pain from laughing too much and Finn rolling around in front of the fire.

There was a chorus of 'yes' and one 'HELL YEAH!' which I assumed came from Finn, judging by his fist punch in the air. Carole walked of in to the kitchen, a little drowsy from the bottle of red wine we had all just swallowed and a huge smile plastered on her face.

"So, Mr Hummel, what do you do again?" Blaine said, obviously feeling quite drunk from the look on his face and the way he was rubbing his forehead with the hand that wasn't wrapped around my shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine and making my toes tingle; and not from the alcohol.

"For the last time kid, it's Burt" dad said, his face flushed red from the wine and a goofy grin on his face "And I own a garage just down the road. Hummel tires and lube" dad answered proudly, making wild gestures with his hands which Blaine just laughed merrily at. Blaine's hair was running wilder than I had ever seen it before. I had seen him drunk before but never like this. He seemed to forget his whole past when he was around us and his eyes burned brightly with that smouldering honey colour that warmed me straight through and made my heart ache. I'm sure dad had already answered that question-multiple time's in fact- but he still answered again.

"Oh, cool! That's sooo... cool" Blaine slurred. Why was he so drunk? He never got this drunk, or maybe it was just he never felt comfortable to just be himself so often. Him and dad seemed to get on like old friends and I could tell it wasn't put on or faked in any way, he truly felt that way. The boy who had been broken merely hours before was fixed in a matter of minutes with these people.

"Yeah it is kinda cool I guess. Did you know Kurt used to help me when he lived here?" Dad pointed out. Thanks dad! Now blain is going to think I'm a smelly grease monkey! I blushed violently and I ducked my head in embarrassment, why did he have to bring that up? Although, Blaine's reaction was the opposite of what I thought would happen. His jaw dropped and his eyes went wide at dad's words. She stuttered for a moment over his words, opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish searching for food in a fish tank that was obviously empty. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck before looking me back in the eye shyly, but still having that drunken look about him.

"Really, in like the coveralls and everything?" I nodded coyly and he shook his head and leaned back against the sofa from where he had leaned forward in concentration. "Wow..." he said breathily.

"Here you go boys!" Carole announced as she set the tray full of hot chocolate on the coffee table, plonking herself next to Burt with her cup, spilling a little bit but laughing it off. Everyone rubbed their hands together and leaned forward to retrieve their steaming cup. I took a sip and sighed as I felt the warm liquid run down my throat and soothe the dryness there. Finn took a sip too quickly and made a face as his mouth was burnt instantly.

"Yes, FINN it is hot!" I said sarcastically making Finn give me a failed attempt at a bitch-please glare and making Blaine laugh and put his arm around my shoulder again, pulling me in to his side. I relaxed and snuggled close in to the warmth.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

My phone vibrated violently in my pocket and I sat up to put my cup on the table before reaching to retrieve it. I opened the text from an unknown number. I gasped as I read it.

Kurt? I really hope that this is you and you haven't given me a random number, but something has happened and I just want someone to reassure me that everything will be okay-Jasmine

My hand flew to my mouth as I typed out a reply. Everyone noticed me and exchanged glances, most of them looking to Blaine who just shrugged his shoulders and looked confused.

Jasmine, this is Kurt. I'm out of town at the moment and I won't be back until the New Year. Everything is going to be fine honey; you just have to be strong. I know you can't tell me what it is but I can tell it is serious so I am here if you ever need my help, just call me okay? :)-Kurt

"Who is it Kurt?" Blaine said concern etched on to his features. I looked around the room and noticed everyone was looking at me with expectant faces.

"Oh, it's Jasmine, you know the girls from that restaurant?" I asked Blaine, he thought for a moment before nodding "Well, I met her again and she is having some problems at home and I said that she needed to text me if she needs anything and she has just texted me. She is okay, but I just wish I could do more, you know?" I said, everyone nodded but Carole spoke.

"Sweetie, you can't help some things, no matter how much you want to help her, you just have to do as much as you can, nobody will expect more of you that that" she said softly as I settled back in to Blaine's side, linking our hands and hugging him around the middle. I hummed in agreement before I felt my eyelids begin to feel heavy and close slowly, the last thing I felt before I slipped out of consciousness was Blaine, pressing a soft warm kiss to my forehead.

Blaine's POV

I looked down to the sleeping man beside me and I couldn't stop myself from pressing a kiss to his forehead, completely unaware of the people around me. I blushed as I realised what I had done. Carole looked over at what I was doing and smiled warmly at the two of us. Burt smiled too but began to speak.

"Are you two, together? Is that what you say?" Burt asked me. I laughed under my breath and continued to make heart eyes at Kurt as I answered.

"No, sir, we aren't" I sighed in disappointment at my words. How I wanted to be able to call him mine, but I knew he deserved better than me, no matter how much I wanted to I was too scared he would just laugh in my face and kick me out or call me a loser.

"Then how long have you been in love with him?" Carole added from the other side of the room where Burt had his arm over her shoulders. I was shocked by her bluntness and Finn had completely zoned out of our conversation but had chosen that moment to re-enter his mind "Believe me Blaine, you love him. The way you look at him, it's sickening to watch, sickeningly cute of course and you are just so cheesy. But you are perfect for each other, and Kurt needs someone like you in his life. So, how long have you been in love with him?"

My mouth hung open, as if the answer would just come out without me having to force it, that the words would just float out and my conscience wouldn't be harmed at all.

"Um, I...don't know what you mean?" I answered, lamely I must add. I didn't wasn't to say how I felt out loud in case Kurt was still awake and heard my confession.

"I know that you are only saying that because you don't want Kurt to hear, but he feels the same by the way. Right I am off to bed, Blaine I set up an air mattress in Kurt's room for you" She said and Burt nodded "Finn, you have your old room and Kurt has his! Goodnight everybody" Carole said, getting a chorus of goodnights and 'nights from around the room. She pecked Burt on the lips and made her way upstairs.

Kurt couldn't really feel the same way could he? And who was that woman, a mind reader?

"I'm off to bed to kids, 'night!" Burt said and walked up the staircase after Carole. I looked back down to the sleeping boy in my arms.

He now had his arms firmly wrapped around my waist and his legs across my thighs. His head rested softly on my shoulder and his face was buried in the crook of my neck, his nose occasionally nuzzling my neck. I pressed a soft kiss to his hair and leant my head on his, burying my nose in his hair.

"You two are too cute for your own good" Finn scoffed but I could see the smile on his face "Are you really sure you guys aren't together?" Finn asked and I nodded.

"I'd better get Kurt to bed then, don't worry, I'll carry him" I said when I saw Finn making a move to help. I manoeuvred myself so that Kurt was at on my lap and his arms were around my neck, I'm not sure how I did but it happened. I stood up so that I was carrying him bridal style and turned to Finn.

"Night Finn" I said, hearing a reply before turning and making my way up the stairs. I wasn't sure what I was going to do when I got to his room, but my drunken brain hadn't thought that far ahead. I wasn't sure if I should really be doing this, seen as I was still pretty drunk but the thought had completely passed me by, my only concern was getting Kurt in to my arms and in to bed.

I managed to open the bedroom door one handed and walk in the room without waking him. I closed the door behind me with the heel of my foot, making sure that it clicked closed and made my way over to his bed.

I lowered him slowly onto the mattress, immediately missing the feeling of him in my arms and feeling really light from carrying him all the way up the stairs.

What should I do now? Should I change his clothes for him? Or would I seem like a pervert for doing that? But I know how Kurt is about sleeping in his clothes so, I had better do, and I was drunk, why should I have to think about the consequences?

I undid the pop buttons on his jacket, wincing at the sound, scared it might wake him up if you were too loud. I pulled the jacket off his shoulders, being as gentle as possible, leaving him left in a white tank-top (Kurt had insisted that he changed when he got here so he was comfortable) and sweatpants. I thought what to do next and I decided that I would leave his top on and let him sleep in that and his boxers (the thought made me blush to my roots).

I hooked my fingers under the waistband and pulled them down carefully, not wanting to pull down his boxers too, that would e invading his privacy way too much for my liking and my conscience would be scarred forever.

I pulled back the comforter and lifted him up so that his head was on his pillow before pulling up the cover and tucking him in, remembering how safe it made me feel when my mother used to do that for me

"Mommy, I'm scared!" a mini version of me walked in to my parents room after having a particularly bad dream about a monster with big teeth coming out from under my bed.

"Urgh! Go back to bed child!"Daddy snapped at me, making me wince and hug my torso, I hated it when daddy snapped. It always meant that something bad was going to happen to me.

"ANDREW! Don't talk to him like that! He's scared the poor thing!" Mommy whisper shouted at Daddy and made her way over to the doorway where I was stood. She leant down in front of me and rubbed her eyes tiredly "What is it Blainey?" she asked me softly, despite her obvious tiredness.

"I-I h-had a b-b-bad dweam!" I said through my sobs, I heard my father scoff and my mommy shushing him harshly.

"Aww, sweetheart, let's get you back to bed" she said as she picked me up and balanced me on her hip, me wrapping my arms around her neck and clinging on for dear life as she carried me back to my room.

She flicked on the light as she walked in; showing me that there was nothing to be afraid of.

"There you go Blainey! There are no monsters in here. Now let's get you back in bed shall we?"She said yawing. She lowered me in to my bed and pulled up the covers.

"Momma? Can you tuck me in pwease?" I asked shyly, knowing how it made me feel when she did. She nodded and tucked the covers around me, protecting me from the monsters and creatures of the dark, lurking in the corners.

"Goodnight sweetheart. Do you want me to leave the night light on honey?" she asked softly and when I nodded, she flicked on the light switch on the wall, filling the room with the warm orange light of my batman night light. She leaned over and kissed my forehead softly before running her hand through my hair and leaving me in the glow of my night light. I turned to my bear.

"It's alright mister bear, me and mommy will take good care of you" I said hugging the toy to my chest and drifting into a peaceful sleep.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek ay the thought of my mother. Being with Kurt's family really made me realise what I had been missing out on all those years. I knew my mom was still out there somewhere and I had tried to contact her and find her before but it had never worked and dad had always punished me when he found out what I was doing. I had tried again since I had moved in with Kurt but I hadn't had any success yet.

I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, making the corners of his mouth twitch up in to a faint smile in his sleep.

"Goodnight Kurt, sweetheart. Sweet dreams" I whispered before making myself comfortable on the air bed in the corner, wanting desperately to hold him whilst he slept but I knew I never would. But I could at least hope.

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Kurt's POV

I walked down the stairs, rubbing my head as I did. After I had woken up, I was slightly confused but I concluded that Blaine or dad must have put me to bed. Then I saw Blaine sprawled out on the floor next to the airbed and had laughed at him but decided to leave him be and I would bring him a coffee upstairs. I pulled on the sweatpants that were on the floor next to my bed and blushed at the thought that Blaine must have taken them off and made my way downstairs towards the smell of coffee.

"Morning kiddo, sleep well?" dad asked me from his place at the table where he was reading his newspaper, not looking the slightest bit hung-over. How did he do that? My head felt like it could explode and shatter any second and my stomach ached like hell.

"Yeah it's so nice to be back in that bed again, how about you?" I asked him, turning on the coffee maker and running my hand through my hair.

"I'm good thanks. Hangover?" he asked and I nodded, pouring the drinks into two mugs and making my way back towards the door.

"I'm just going to take this to Blaine, I know he likes his coffee in the mornings" I said, excusing myself and making my way back up the staircase. Dad shook his head and laughed after me.

I opened the door to see Blaine in the exact same position as I had left him in, spread eagled on the floor and I just couldn't resist myself.

I placed the coffee cups on the table before standing over Blaine so that his feet were between mine. I giggled before getting into a press up position so I was lying on top of him. I completely lay on top of him winding my arms tightly around his waist and kissed the back of his neck.

"What, what is going on?" he attempted to sit up, but my firm grip on him kept him in place. He squirmed and I laughed as I tightened my grip.

"Kurt? That's you isn't in" he said, reaching his hands behind him to tickled my ribs. I squealed immediately and released my grip enough so that he could turn around in my arms and attack me with tickles.

"AAH! No Blaine! Ha-ha! STOP...IT" I said between laughter, attempting to push him off me but failing miserably each time.

"Mahwah! I have you now!" He said in his best Dr Evil voice and continued to tickle me to death. I squirmed and twisted until I was sure I was going to wet myself with laughing so much.

"Surrender!" I shouted panting and raising my arms above my head, doing the movement of giving up "You win! Now drink your coffee Mister!" I added, pointing to the two still steaming coffee cups on the bedside table.

"Ooh coffee!" he said as he got off me and walked over to where the coffee was. I got up and sat on my bed and crossed my legs, gesturing for him to come and sit next to me. He walked over and plonked himself down, handing me my cup of coffee before taking a sip of his own and sighing happily.

"Okay, I want to take you somewhere tonight" I announced, my confidence surprising myself at my bluntness. He cocked an eyebrow and I nodded.

"Where, may I ask?" he said, taking another sip of the steaming liquid in his hands.

"That is for me to know and for YOU to find out" I jabbed him in the chest and he laughed. I looked toward the window to see the snow was falling rapidly now. Perfect, that was exactly what I needed, I thought, not being sarcastic, that was actually what I wanted.

"Aw, Kurtie, please tell poor old Blainers!" he whined, giving me the puppy dog eyes that made me weak at the knees, good job I wasn't standing up then hey! I shook my head, despite his adorableness and turned my head away.

"Nope, those eyes aren't going to work this time mister!" I said "Be ready by five o'clock and dress up super warm, okay?" I took the empty coffee cup from his hand and left him to his thoughts.

After seven hours of constant nagging from Blaine asking him where he was taking him, 5 o'clock came around, the cuckoo clock chiming signalling the time of our departure.

"Come on then, where are you taking me?" Blaine asked me and I dragged him out of the house by his hand. We walked up to my navigator that was covered in snow by now, about 2 inches, so it was okay to drive in. I had packed a picnic which was put in the boot of the car.

"You will find out soon enough honey" I sang as I held the passenger door open for him, making him blush as he stepped inside and strapped himself in. I ran around to my side and slipped in to the leather seat and started the ignition. The music player turned on again and we began to sing again.

After half an hour of driving, Blaine seemed to realise that he hadn't nagged me the whole car journey, obviously too engrossed in the music to think about questions.

"How much longer?" he whined, pretending to stamp his feet, making me giggle and shake my head at his child like attitude.

"Almost there Blainers, hang on a little bit longer" I said as I turned off the main road. You couldn't see much because of the snow, but we were now driving towards the river that ran just on the outskirts of Lima Ohio. No one else I knew had ever been here before, so it had become my place when I needed to get away from everything.

I pulled up in to a small pathway, where you had to walk along a footpath to reach our destination.

"Where are we?" Blaine asked whilst opening his door. I got out of the car, feeling like I hit a wall of cold and shivered involuntarily and rubbed my hands together as I made my way to the boot. I pulled out the basket of food and took one handle whilst Blaine took the other one and slammed the boot shut then locked the car doors.

"Come on, it's not far now" I said as we began walking. It was almost completely dark by now and the snow clouds had completely disappeared, leaving the millions of twinkling lights free for us to look at. The white light from the moon reflected of the snow, making everything seem bright in the darkness. I lead him down the snow-covered path towards the clearing I had been to countless times. I would tell him, and tonight.

Blaine's POV

Where was he taking me? I had never been to this part of Lima before. Why is he taking me here in this weather? Surely it would have been better to stay indoors.

"Where are we Kurtie?" I asked, faking the whininess in my voice and making the angel beside me laugh. Oh. My. God! His skin was glowing, he looked like a god. His eyes were the bluest colour I had ever seen, with small flecks of green dotted around in there. His already pale face was in all its glory in the moonlight and the reflection of the snow.

We entered a clearing, near a river and wow...this place was incredible. There was a clear blue half flowing half frozen river that had been affected by the coldness and was on the verge of icing over.

"Kurt...this...is amazing" I stammered, still taking in the sheer natural beauty of the place.

"Do you like it? I found it once when I wanted to get away for a while and I know that you can see the stars in New York, but I don't think you could possibly compare it to this thought could you?" he said, walking further towards the river.

Kurt's POV

I put the picnic basket down on the floor and pulled out a plastic sheet from the basket, laying it down on the snow covered grass and then retrieving a blanket to put on top. I was quite proud of myself for thinking of the idea and then pulled out 2 floor cushions and placed them on the mat. I sat down and gestured for him to do the same.

I pulled out a candle from the basket and lit it, placing it in the centre of the makeshift table, making him smile at him from across the rug, his olive skin glowing in the warm, natural light of the candle.

"What would you like to eat? I have sandwiches, wraps and chicken noodle soup" his eyes widened at the chicken noodle soup, making me giggle "I'll take that as the chicken noodle soup then"

I poured the soup in to two mugs and handed one to him before warming my hands on mine.

"Kurt, this place is incredible, but why here?" he asked me, taking a sip of his soup and closing his eyes in what I can only guess was delight.

"Well, when I was at school I used to get bullied" his eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes glowed with sympathy "No, don't sympathise me, please. I know you went through it too and it's not fair that you get to sympathise me but you won't let me do the same to you" I said, making a small smile appear on his lips and him duck his head.

"When I couldn't handle it anymore, I just used to get in my car, drive and let the road take me wherever it led me" I said, looking right in to his eyes "And one day, I just ended up here and it was this time of year. It was so beautiful, that I didn't want to share it with anyone. I know that sounds really selfish..."

"No Kurt, it's not selfish. You needed a safe place and you found yours and you just wanted it to stay yours" he said, reaching over and taking my free hand and squeezing it gently.

"That is why I brought you here. I realised that, no matter how safe I feel here, I always feel safer somewhere else. Not in New York, not here, but somewhere else. And I realised that I needed to make sure that I would always be able to be there. That is why I brought you here" I finished, blushing and looking down at his confused expression.

"I still don't understand" he said, with that confused expression still distorting his face.

"Blaine, you are my safe place" I said. His eyebrows furrowed again for a moment so I carried on. I had to do this right "When I am with you, I feel like I can take on the world; be anything I want to be. I feel as though nothing can take me down and that nothing can ever touch me or us. What I'm trying to say is that, Blaine, I think I love you. No, I don't think, I know that I do. And I know that when I'm with you, I can be anything, do anything I want, if I have you by my side, I will be the happiest man alive" I finished, looking into his eyes, seeing tears there.

"I love you Blaine, and right now I am just hoping and praying that you love me too, otherwise I have made a complete fool of myself and you probably won't ever want to see me again" I added, looking down in embarrassment.

"You don't have to pray Kurt" he said, and my heart dropped to my stomach. Was he rejecting me? "You don't have to hope anymore because you can't do or say anything that will make me love you any less"

I lifted my head to meet his eyes which were swimming with tears. He loved me? Was that what he was saying?

"That was beautiful, and all I can say is that, I love you too Kurt" he hooked his finger under my chin and leaned towards me. This was it.

Our lips met and the world exploded in to millions of tiny pieces that shattered in to atoms and flew through the air inside my mind. Fireworks were the understatement of the century in this moment. Anything could have happened in that second, but nothing would have disturbed my bubble of happiness.

It was utter bliss. And it was mine.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don't worry, this isn't the end! Review? : P