Hey guys :) Okay so this chapter is longer than the others - one of the longest I've written in a while - but I don't mind. I managed to get quite a bit of story (and fluff) into this chapter, I just hope it all makes sense and you guys like it!

Enjoy! Xx


Thad had returned just two minutes before curtain call, quite a wise decision as it left Sue no time to interrogate him concerning his whereabouts. He ignored everyone else when he was offstage, choosing to keep to himself rather than acknowledge anyone who spoke to him. And so, everybody turned to Blaine; asking what had happened, why Thad had run out and who was to blame. But, like Thad, Blaine couldn't bring himself to say any words other than his lines in the play. He tried to find Thad after the performance, but he'd already been seized by Sue and dragged to her office. No-one saw him until the evening performance, but his expression gave no clue as to what had happened to him over the previous few hours. Some of the cast even feared that Sue had cut out his tongue.

Blaine had gone out for the few hours between the two shows, spending the afternoon wandering around with Santana and Brittany, giving them a more detailed account of what had happened and listening to their advice. He'd already called Kurt to let him know he wouldn't be home until later – after the evening performance – and promised to tell him everything then. Kurt had been hesitant to wait so long for an explanation, his voice thick with worry, but eventually accepted and let Blaine go.

Another failed attempt to talk to Thad that evening left Blaine even more downhearted. Thad had already grabbed his stuff and gone by the time Blaine worked his way through the bustling corridors and back to his best friend's dressing room. Sighing dejectedly, Blaine had gone back to his own room and gotten his stuff together, merely nodding or waving to people as they said goodbye for the night.

It wasn't until he got home that he said anything.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice called from somewhere within the apartment when Blaine shut the door behind him. "Is that you?"

"Yeah," Blaine dropped his bag by the door and toed off his shoes, not bothering to take them to his room like he normally did as he wandered into the living room and flopped down on the sofa in the dark. Kurt appeared in the door in his pyjamas a few seconds later, his hair slightly dishevelled from where he must have already been sleeping. "Did I wake you?" Blaine sat up slightly, taking in Kurt's appearance as the taller man flicked the light switch and stepped into the room.

"Wasn't sleeping," Kurt shrugged, sitting down next on the sofa when Blaine moved his legs out of the way. "What happened?" He blinked sleepily at Blaine, and it was obvious that it had been playing on his mind all afternoon. He cuddled into Blaine, listening as he told Kurt exactly what had happened.


An hour later Blaine had fully recounted the afternoon's events; how he'd managed to comfort Thad before the first act and then had accidentally revealed their new relationship to him, not realising Thad was behind him; when Santana had comforted him during intermission, and had then teamed up with Brittany to offer him advice and listen to his worries.

"So they all know?" Kurt asked quietly, and Blaine felt a pang of guilt; he'd already broken the promise.

"Only Santana and Brittany know for certain… and Thad, I guess. Everyone else just guesses. Of course, I haven't told them, and I don't think Britt or Santana will, either." Kurt nodded softly against Blaine's chest, still thinking over it all.

"I guess this means I have to tell Rachel now…" Kurt muttered as Blaine began to stroke Kurt's hair gently as he leant back against the sofa, Kurt shuffling closer to rest his head on Blaine's chest once more.

"Calm down; there's no need to sound so excited about it!" Blaine laughed, causing deep vibrations in Kurt's ear.

"Sorry," Kurt sighed, looking up at Blaine and smiling weakly. "I guess I just wanted to keep you to myself for a little while longer." His smile widened and his cheeks coloured, and Blaine could feel both of their heartbeats quicken as Kurt's chest rested against his own.

"You could always tell her on Monday… after work," Blaine hummed as Kurt crawled closer, biting his bottom lip adorably. "Keep me to yourself tomorrow."

"I like the sound of that." Kurt whispered, his breath ghosting over Blaine's cheek as he moved down to press a light kiss to the shorter man's neck. Blaine leant his head back as he let out a short gasp, his hands trailing up Kurt's thighs and round onto his hips. Turning his head Kurt captured Blaine's lips in his own, bringing the hand that had been on Blaine's chest up through the dark locks of the man underneath him, finally resting cupping Blaine's cheek. It wasn't a hungry, desperate kiss like the ones they had exchanged that morning, but it was passionate yet calm; meaningful yet controlled. When Kurt began to pull away, Blaine leant further into him, determined not to break the kiss just yet. Kurt giggled at his movement, essentially breaking their contact much to Blaine's dismay. But Blaine couldn't be unhappy about it for long, for being in Kurt's arms used to be what he dreamt about at night; now he dreamt about staying in them forever.

"I've been waiting to do that all. Day." Kurt smiled, his tongue slowly skimming his top lip as he kept his eyes locked with Blaine's.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Kurt's eyes gained a mischievous glint to them. "You know it's really not fair to keep me waiting."

"Sorry about that," Blaine swallowed hard to keep his nerves down; he'd never seen Kurt like this before, but he was pretty sure he could get used to it. "I'll try not to keep you waiting next time."

"You bet you won't," Kurt grinned before turning away and yawning. He was blushing bright red when he turned back to Blaine, embarrassed by ruining the moment with his weariness. Turning to snuggle into Blaine's chest again, he hid his face in his hands.

"That, was adorable!" Blaine teased, wrapping his arms around the chestnut-haired man and hugging him tightly.

"No," Kurt mumbled into his hands. "That was embarrassing." Blaine tried to supress his laughing as he kissed the top of Kurt's hair, glancing up at the clock when he sat back up.

"It's getting late," Blaine said quietly but made no effort to move from where he sat. "We should go to bed."

"We?" Kurt suddenly sat up, his eyebrows almost touching his hairline as he stared at Blaine with a shocked expression.

"Well… y'know, you go to your- and I-I go to my-" Blaine stuttered, his whole face and neck burning a deep shade of pink. "Separately."

"Blaine, I was kidding!" Kurt playfully rolled his eyes and grinned, lying his head back down on Blaine's chest and snuggling into him. He yawned for the second time, his eyes threatening to close any second. "I wanna stay here." He muttered stubbornly, reminding Blaine of a small child who was determined to stay up past their bedtime.

"Come on, you're tired," Blaine shifted, getting Kurt to sit up. "We can talk more in the morning." Kurt went to protest but resigned to nodding sleepily when he realised Blaine was right. The shorter man stood and in a blur he was carrying Kurt to his bedroom, one arm under his knees and the other around his back.

Blaine pushed open the door and carried Kurt over to his bed, admiring how neat and organised Kurt's room was compared to his own. He pulled the covers back and laid Kurt down, smiling when he realised that the other boy was already asleep in his arms.

"Goodnight, Beautiful." Blaine pressed a light kiss to Kurt's forehead as he pulled the covers back up over his sleeping form. "I love you." He whispered before turning to leave.

"Blaine?" Kurt's raspy voice caused Blaine to stop in the doorway as he attempted to tiptoe out of the room. Blaine turned to see Kurt peering up at him, leaning on his elbow to support himself.

"Yeah?" Kurt shyly looked down at his bed, fiddling with the sleeves of his pyjamas and flushing a slight tint of crimson, thankful that Blaine couldn't see it in the dark. "What is it?" Blaine took a few more steps back into the room.

"S-stay with me?"

Blaine hesitated for a moment before nodding, quickly adding "Sure" when he realised Kurt might not have been able to see his agreement in the dark. Upon realising he was still in his day clothes – and remembering the fact that he didn't exactly wear anything to bed – Blaine found himself fumbling awkwardly with the buttons on his cardigan and the zipper on his pants. He decided that sleeping in his vest and boxers would be acceptable for tonight, but tomorrow he would definitely make sure he had a pair of sweats or pyjamas on hand should he end up staying with Kurt again to avoid any embarrassing situations that might arise.

Down to his vest and boxers and feeling ultimately the most nervous he had ever been in his life, Blaine slid into bed next to Kurt, remembering to tug his socks off first.

"Hi," Kurt whispered breathlessly when Blaine laid his head down on the pillow next to him.

"Hi yourself," Blaine whispered back, not sure if he should be holding Kurt or keeping his distance. But Kurt didn't seem to have such worries; he shifted forward and nestled into Blaine's chest, wrapping an arm around Blaine's waist as he sighed peacefully, soon drifting off into sleep.

Blaine watched him with a slight interest and burning adoration, listening to Kurt's level breathing and admiring his dreamy expression as he slept in his arms, anxiously keeping their hips apart.


Kurt woke up easily the next morning, slipping into consciousness in a tranquil state. He stretched fully, pushing his hands against the headboard and pointing his toes until he felt them peek out the edge of the comforter. Satisfied, he turned onto his side expecting to see the dark, curly mop of hair that he had gone to bed cuddled into the night before, only to be met by an empty bed. He sat up quickly, alert and panicked that the night before had all been a dream as he looked around his room frantically.

When he spotted a pile of neatly folded clothes on the armchair in the corner of the room his heart instantly began to slow down, recognizing the colours to be the outfit Blaine had been wearing the night before.

"I didn't want to leave them on the floor," Kurt started when a voice came from the doorway, turning to see Blaine stood with two mugs of coffee in his hands, his gaze following Kurt's to the folded apparel he had been staring at. "So when I got up this morning I decided to fold them. I hope you don't mind. Here." He handed a mug over to Kurt, who shuffled back into a more comfortable seating position against the headboard before accepting it with a smile.

"Why would I mind?" He queried as Blaine slid back under the sheets next to him, keeping his mug level so as not to spill any coffee on Kurt's bed sheets. "I'm actually quite impressed you folded your clothes." He commented with a grin as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Not that!" Blaine laughed, rolling his eyes playfully as he shuffled close enough for their shoulders to touch. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't wake you when I got up; I wasn't sure if you would be a morning person without a coffee first!" Kurt was pleasantly surprised to hear Blaine begin to giggle, but couldn't help the deep blush that spread across his cheeks. "I'm sorry, babe," Blaine chuckled, wrapping an arm around Kurt's shoulders and pulling him close, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "I'm just joking." Blaine pressed another kiss to Kurt's cheek, this one lasting longer than the first.

"You're right though," Kurt grinned, leaning into Blaine's embrace. "I'm a sleeping man walking without my coffee."


Blaine started awake some time later, his arms around Kurt's shoulders as the taller boy leant into his chest, still sleeping happily. Blaine wasn't sure what had woken him, but he suddenly realised that he must have been asleep for more than just a few minutes. His and Kurt's mugs, which they had drained and placed on the bedside table, were cold to the touch when Blaine moved them to reveal the clock.

"Shit!" He hissed. Kurt stirred beneath him, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he slowly became conscious again.

"What's wrong?" he asked Blaine, his glasz eyes searching Blaine's face only to recognize a look of panic etched into his features. Blaine looked down at him and hastily pressed a kiss to his cheek, however in his rush he ended up kissing the skin next to Kurt's eye. He jumped out of bed, causing Kurt to fall across the pillows, and ran to the pile of his clothes in the corner. "Blaine, what are you- Oh, fuck!" Kurt glanced around to the clock as he spoke, realising just how late they'd overslept.

It was quarter to eleven already, and Rachel and Finn were due over for lunch at eleven, meaning that Kurt and Blaine had five minutes until Rachel began pounding on their door.

"Open up, you boys!"

Kurt and Blaine froze as a distant banging echoed its way through the apartment and into Kurt's room, Rachel's distinct voice joining it.

Now Blaine knew what had woken him up.

"Oh, shit!" Kurt hissed, flying across the room towards his wardrobe and yanking the doors open. Blaine was currently flailing on the bed trying to pull his jeans on – they seemed so much harder to get on now that he was in a rush.

"Booooys!" Rachel called again before subjecting the door to another round of beating. "Oh, it's okay – I still have my key!" Kurt and Blaine stared at each other, their feet frozen to the floor as they listened to the familiar scraping of a key turning in the lock.

Blaine, who was now fully clothed apart from his cardigan, ran out of the room and down the corridor into the kitchen, leaving Kurt stood staring into his closet with his blood running cold with nerves. Kurt could hear Blaine happily greeting their friends as if nothing was wrong, and was thankful that he was in love with a man who was such a brilliant actor.

"Rach!" Blaine exclaimed as he came into the kitchen, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He stepped forward and enveloped her in a hug, silencing her complaints about not being let in sooner before stepping back to admire her outfit, distracting her entirely. "Finn," Blaine nodded once, holding his hand out for the taller man to shake.

"So, why did I have to let myself in?" Rachel questioned, her voice high and airy as she attempted to keep things casual. "Were you two fooling around and lost track of time?" She smirked, winking cheekily as she pulled her coat off and made herself comfortable at the table. Blaine flushed bright red and shuffled awkwardly, but luckily Rachel took it as his discomfort at her crossing a line rather than her nearly guessing the truth.

"Where is Kurt?" Finn asked, clearing his throat and looking around the room before settling down next to Rachel.

"Um, in his room," Blaine gestured over his shoulder. "Still… choosing something to wear, I think."

"Still?" Rachel scoffed. "I know Kurt's picky about what he wears, but this is only Sunday lunch! We're eating here, for goodness' sake!" She rose from the table and made to go to Kurt's room, but Blaine stepped in her way.

"Actually, Kurt and I thought it might be nice if we went out for lunch," He improvised. "Saves us the hassle of having to cook, what with Kurt having had a bit of a rough day yesterday." He whispered in explanation, and Rachel's confused expression immediately brightened.

"Oh, okay, yeah," She muttered, nodding to herself. "That makes sense. I'll just go see how he is-"

"No!" Blaine interjected again, a little louder than any of them expected. "I-I'll go," He reasoned, composing himself and smiling again. "You know what he's like when he's trying to choose an outfit! He gets so stressy!" Rachel laughed along with him, turning back to the table to sit next to Finn.

Blaine dashed down the hall and flew into Kurt's room, surprising the chestnut-haired man and nearly knocking him flying.

"Blaine! What the hell?" Kurt screamed as he straightened his clothes out.

"I told Rachel – we're going out – for lunch." Blaine panted, steadying himself by placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder.

"What? Why?"

"Because it's easier – than explaining – that we overslept." Kurt laughed then, taking Blaine's hand in his.

"Okay, that's true." He chuckled. "So do I look okay?" Blaine stood back to look at Kurt properly, taking in his outfit; he wore white skinny jeans that were deliciously tight, a black button-down shirt tucked into them, with a white waistcoat over the top.

"P-perfect." Blaine breathed, unable to pull his eyes away from Kurt's outfit.

"Good," Kurt beamed. "You, on the other hand, are not going out wearing the same clothes you did yesterday." He scolded light-heartedly, freeing his hand from Blaine's and turning the shorter boy to push him towards his own room. "Now go change; I'll go and see Rachel and Finn."

"Okay," Blaine allowed himself to be pushed out of the room by the man he loved, grinning stupidly. "Oh," He turned back as a thought struck him just as Kurt started down the hall. "Just a heads up; I told Rachel that we're going out because you're still a little… upset over the whole Thad thing. So just be prepared for her being all over-protective." Blaine winked as he opened the door to his room.

Kurt grinned and pushed down the butterflies in his stomach as he made his way to the kitchen, only to be tackled by a certain Miss Berry.


Lunch went well; Kurt and Blaine kept themselves to themselves, resisting the urge to cuddle into each other and hold hands at the table, despite Blaine sneakily squeezing Kurt's hand – and on one occasion, his knee – under the table from time to time.

The quartet made their way back to the apartment at around one o'clock, Finn and Blaine going straight to the living room to watch a football game on TV whilst Kurt and Rachel hung back in the kitchen so that Rachel could gush about wedding details.

When half past four began to approach, the group were all chatting happily in the living room over coffee. Conversation drifted from Rachel and Finn's wedding to the stag and hen parties – when Rachel set a strict rule that Finn was to have no strippers and they decided that Kurt would go with Rachel and Blaine would go with Finn – to Kurt and Rachel's work and finally to Blaine's work.

"Oh crap!" Blaine laughed, draining his cup and jumping up from the sofa where he was sat next to Finn. "I've gotta head off," He explained, taking in the startled expressions of Rachel, Kurt and Finn around him and glancing down at his watch.

"Blaine, the show doesn't start until six," Kurt almost pleaded, his wide eyes silently asking Blaine to stay just a little longer. "You don't need to go yet."

"Yeah, I know but I want to see if I can talk to Thad again today," Blaine reasoned, not mentioning exactly why in front of Finn and Rachel. "But I'll see you later, yeah?" Without thinking about it, Blaine bent down and placed a kiss to Kurt's forehead before mumbling "See you later" into his hair, the paler boy blushing slightly at the affection. When they pulled apart, Rachel and Finn were staring dumbly at them, jaws nearly hitting the floor and eyebrows buried well above their hairlines, but the two boys didn't notice. Blaine walked out the room, going to his bedroom quickly to grab his bag before heading out the door, calling back over his shoulder that he'd see them all later.

"So," Kurt leant forward and picked up a bridal magazine Rachel had demanded they picked up on their way home. "Rach, which dress did you say you liked?" He idly flicked through the pages, scanning the images and articles as he did so.

After a few minutes, Kurt finally realised in his dream-like state that the room was silent, and looked up to see Rachel and Finn staring at him, mouths gaping.

"What?" He asked innocently, the kiss Blaine had given him not coming to mind.

"Would you care to explain what just happened?" Rachel retorted, a little snappier than usual.

"What…?"

"That kiss, Kurt!" Finn pointed out of the door as if he were pointing at Blaine five minutes ago when he'd kissed Kurt.

Kurt's eyes widened when he realised that he and Blaine had agreed to keep their relationship from Rachel and Finn, choosing to decide where they were first before announcing it to friends and family. Kurt felt his stomach drop with nerves, his whole body going numb as he glanced from Finn to Rachel and back again, trying to get his mouth to work. But his throat was dry and his tongue felt too big for his mouth, leaving him only able to stutter.

"Oh," He finally managed. "That."


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But I'll still be uploading myself, don't worry - I'm on strict instructions that there should be 4 installments of Something's Coming for her to read when she gets back ^^

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