Blaine was nervous when he woke up, debating whether or not he should tell Kurt. He had always felt some strong feeling for Kurt and a few weeks before Thanksgiving, he figured out it had to be love. He had always said to himself that he loved Kurt but never really admitted it to himself when they started dating. The reason he wasn't sure if he should tell him or not was because the way Kurt was. Kurt was so careful, protective, and strong. He always tries not to show how hurt he is, and he gets embarrassed and protective if people stare at them when they hold hand, kiss, etc., etc.

"You alright?" Kurt asked, waking up, yawning, and stretching, looking at him half-consciously with concern in his bright blue eyes.

"Um," Blaine said, face heating up at the look he was given, "I'm fine, I-I'm perfect," Blaine lied, And totally head over heels in love with you. He mentally added, miserably.

"You bet your ass you are," Kurt mumbled, sleepily, and blushed as Blaine suddenly sat straight up and threw the blanket off of them.

Blaine's eye's were wide as he had no clue why he just did that but he did notice that Kurt was red and trying to cover himself up.

"U-Um," Blaine stuttered, he looked at Kurt and as they made eye contact Kurt flushed even more, as his eyes trailed down to Blaine's lower body.

He followed his eye line and blushed as well, "I-I-I'll go make you some breakfast!" Blaine exclaimed, running to the door.

"Blaine, clothes!" Kurt hollered.

He blushed, once more and sighed.

Slowly, he turned around and saw Kurt, covered now, blushing and trying to hide his face.

"Look," He said, sitting next to Kurt, who was still embarrassed, "Look, I don't want us to be embarrassed," Blaine took Kurt's hand in his, "You're perfect in every way. Last night was amazing, and I want us to be comfortable with each other."

Kurt slowly looked up,"Yeah but... how far do you want us to go..? I-I mean, I-I'm not sure if-"

"Hey, hey, shh," Blaine said, trying to calm him down, "I will never push you into anything, okay? I-If I did I could never forgive myself. If I was being honest then, yes, I would love for my first time to be with you," He admitted, blushing.

Kurt sighed, he isn't sure if he would be ready to give Blaine his body. At least not yet.

So, he just leaned in for a kiss, embracing his boyfriend.

"So," Burt cleared his throat, "How have you been, Blaine?"

Blaine looked up from his food, "Um, I've been great, thanks Burt. And you?"

"Fine, fine," He replied, and then the silence was deafening.

Kurt looked between his father and boyfriend and decided to help them converse, "So, um, dad, Blaine said he would like to help at the tire shop sometime."

"He did?" Burt said with a raised eyebrow.

"I did?" Blaine asked, quietly.

"W-Well, not in so many ways," Kurt mumbled.

Burt and Blaine both laughed at him, they knew what he was trying to do.

Kurt glared at them, "H-Hey, at least I tried! I don't see you guys trying to be all buddy-buddy!"

Burt smiled, "Kurt, don't worry about it."

Kurt sighed, "Did you know Blaine likes football, Dad?"

His eyes widened, "You do?"

Blaine grinned, "I do," And it was true.

"You know, me and Finn sometimes go out to the games, maybe you could tag along sometime," Burt suggested.

"That would be great! Thanks Burt," Blaine exclaimed.

"I would go," Kurt said, "I would go if you go, you would make it bearable."

They spent the last few day of their winter break being flirty and sweet with each other and some occasional making out. Blaine would argue, again, over whether he should tell Kurt or not. Sometimes he would almost blurt it out but he would get interrupted.

"Kurt, I lo-"

"Hey guys, want to eat pizza for dinner?" Burt would interrupt.

Or it would be:

"Kurt, I think I lo-"

Ring! Ring! Ringggggg!

"Oh hey, Mercedes! Just hanging out with Blaine, what about you? Aw, lucky! Oh my god, no way... Want to say 'hi', Blaine?"

Blaine sighed, thinking about it made his question whether or not he should.

Blaine slowly and quietly walked into his house.

He tried his best not to make any noise, but the smallest sound alerted his very drunken dad.

"Who's there!?" His dad called out, slurring.

His whole body tensed, "I-It's me dad," Blaine stuttered.

His dad groaned, "Why don't you go back to you little faggy boyfriend."

Blaine looked away and tears gathered up in his eyes, "Stop, dad. I-I love him, please, please, don't... don't talk to him like that..."

Steve Anderson was never one for affection. At one point he feels like he actually likes him, but then the next minute, he's beating him. His mother said he used to be very sweet and nice but Blaine can't believe that. He gets shit from his father and even more when he's drunk.

His father rolled his eyes, and took another sip of his warm beer that was by the side of the couch, "Whatever," His dad said with a clenched jaw, "Ow, my head."

This time Blaine rolled his eyes, and he flinched away when his dad threw a beer bottle in his direction, "Don't be disrespectful!" His father hissed.

Blaine looked at him, petrified, "I'm gonna go..."

Kurt smiled to himself and answered his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey! What did you and Blaine do?" Mercedes asked,

"Um, he celebrated with my family and stuff..." Kurt trailed off, blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What kind of stuff?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"Um," Kurt looked around, "Nothing."

"No, you and Blaine did the dirty, didn't you?" She accused him.

He turned a darker shade of red and sighed, "We did a dirty..." He admitted.

"Oh my god, how was he?!"

"We didn't really, yanno... go all the way..."

"Wait, so technically, you're still a virgin?" She asked.

"By that logic, yes," Kurt sighed.

"Hmmm," Mercedes hummed suspiciously, "We'll need to change that..."

A/N: Okayyy. I hope I'll be able to do a Valentines Day chapter! V-Day is my favorite day~! Besides, Christmas, maybe. This is short but only because I wanna get to Valentines. Also, if you wanna see my crappy glee club or crappy so far then go to the user 'LoserGleekClub' on YouTube. I can't sing. So, yeah.