Thanksgiving rolls around quickly, and once Blaine and Kurt have waved Santana off to spend the week with her Aunt and Uncle out in Jersey, they make their way to the airport to fly back to Lima.

Things are fine between them, great even, until they step from the cab. Kurt suddenly seems awkward and stiff, and when Blaine reaches for his hand, which is their usual thing to do when walking, he very deliberately shifts his luggage to that side.

"You okay, tiger?" Blaine asks cheerfully, trying to ignore the warning his brain is sending.

"Don't call me that."

"Uh...Sorry?"

"Why is that a question?" Kurt mumbles angrily, and he fishes in his carry on until he finds a pair of sunglasses, putting them on even though they're heading inside.

"It's just..." But Kurt is gone, and Blaine hurries after, noticing how quickly Kurt walks, and with his head ducked down too, as if he's embarrassed to be seen with Blaine.

"Why are you bouncing?" Kurt asks with a heavy eye roll, as he removes his glasses. "It isn't that exciting."

"It is to me."

"Well don't."

"Huh?"

"Don't bounce," Kurt snaps, as he marches toward the check in desk. "It looks like I'm out with a seven year old."

"Fine."

Blaine lets out a huff, suddenly not feeling much like bouncing anyway, and he hands his ticket to the clerk who checks them both in.

"I'm going to get coffee," Kurt announces once they're in the departures lounge, and he's gone before Blaine can question him further, not even asking Blaine if he wants a drink.

Undeterred, Blaine follows him, though really he should know better when Kurt is in such a mood. He hovers, not sure whether to announce he's right behind him or not, and then his internal panic begins to build and only serves to make the situation worse.

"I'm here," Blaine announces when Kurt joins the line in Starbucks, and Kurt jumps before whirling around.

"For fucks sake, stalker," he hisses angrily, his face flaming red. "Go and sit down!"

"I'm not a stalker," Blaine says, hurt. "I just wondered if you were okay, that's all."

"I'm fine," Kurt snaps, sounding anything but. "Just go and sit down."

"But you..." Blaine starts, then trails off. "Okay."

He walks away and finds seats, but then wonders whether Kurt actually meant for him to go back to the departures lounge, so he returns to the line. "Uh...Kurt? Where should I sit?"

"What do you mean, where should you sit?" he barks, raking his hand through his hair exasperatedly. "I don't care where you sit, just go away."

"Like here, or back in the lounge? Because you weren't specific and..."

"Fuck off, Blaine," Kurt snarls through gritted teeth. "Please, for the love of all things holy, just leave me alone."

Blaine stands there, hurt beyond belief, but Kurt stares resolutely ahead, and in the end he just walks quietly away, back to the departures lounge, where he sits alone, staring at the ground.

He looks up when a coffee is shoved under his nose, and it is to see Kurt standing there with tear stained cheeks, biting his lip. "Medium drip," he says quietly. "I didn't ask, maybe you wanted pumpkin spice? That's what I have. We can trade, if you want?"

"You don't like your coffee black."

"I know, but if you want mine..."

Blaine stands, taking both coffees and setting them on the empty chair next to him. "What I want, is for you to tell me what's wrong," he says, then takes Kurt in his arms without saying anything else, holding him tight and kissing into his hair.

Kurt hugs back, which Blaine takes as a good sign, and he seems almost reluctant to let go. When Blaine guides him into a chair and sits next to him, he takes ahold of Blaine's hand and doesn't let go. "Um...you might think this is silly."

"I don't know unless you tell me," Blaine points out. "All I know is that you were fine, and then you very much weren't."

"It's uh...when we got out of the cab, um... Jeremy was there."

"What?"

"Just standing there with his son, and then they went inside. When we came in I didn't see him, but it threw me, I guess, knowing he was there. Is here, even. Could appear at any moment."

"Did he see you?"

"No."

"What about his son? Would he recognize you?"

"Oh, he'd recognize me alright." Kurt swallows, deciding he might as well admit it. "I slept with him too."

"Oh Jesus, Kurt!" Blaine cries, looking away and shaking his head. "You really were a world class moron, weren't you? How old is he?"

"Um...I don't know. Twenty one or so."

"How many kids does Jeremy have?"

"Four, but the other son is married and the other two are girls."

"Well that's something, I guess. So Jeremy and..."

"Huh?" Kurt looks up and blinks. "Oh, I don't know his name."

"Kurt! Oh my... Okay." Blaine rakes a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end, as he tries to digest it all. "Okay. Can I just ask...you were on and off with this Jeremy guy for a long time. You never once asked the names of his kids?"

"Why would I?"

"Because..."

"Conversation wasn't really important, Blaine."

"No, I can see that."

"You're upset."

"Damn right I'm upset," Blaine snaps. "I'm disgusted that you...with both of them..."

"It wasn't at the same time."

"Fucking hell, Kurt, I would hope not!"

"Don't curse," Kurt automatically reprimands, and that's all it takes for Blaine to blow.

"Don't tell me not to curse!" Blaine cries. "First of all, what you've just told me is horrible, but I'll let it slide, because I'm assuming it all happened before you and I were a thing."

"Yes. Yes, before I'd met you. Well, after our blow job, but before..."

"Fine," Blaine says stiffly. "But all that aside, why the hell couldn't you just say, when we got out of the cab, that he was there? We could've waited, or walked off in a different direction. Why did you have to be deliberately nasty to me, and make me feel like I had done something really wrong?"

"I don't know," Kurt admits sadly. "I didn't know how to tell you."

Blaine sighs, leaning back in his chair for a moment. "The thing is, Kurt, by not telling me, you ended up hurting my feelings, and now we're left with this mess. I know you have a past, and I've said before that it doesn't matter, because I'm the one who's gonna keep you."

"Yeah, okay, I should've been honest."

"It's more than that though," Blaine points out. "You needed to be honest, yes, but you also needed to not lash out at me because you're upset or embarrassed. It makes me feel like I'm worth nothing."

"I'm horrible at all of this."

"You're not."

"I am," Kurt says, shaking his head and pulling away from Blaine. "You shouldn't be with someone like me."

"Don't you even dare do this," Blaine implores. "Or I will sit on your lap, in the middle of this airport, until you agree that you're a wonderful boyfriend."

But Kurt is sulking and he turns, drawing his knees up tight to his chest, and looking out at the planes. "You will not."

"Excuse me sir," Blaine says loudly, getting to his feet. "We're conducting a customer satisfaction survey here today. Tell me, how do you think Kurt Hummel rates as a boyfriend?"

"Terrible," Kurt says morosely. "Shoot him and be done with it."

"Really?" Blaine pretends to look down at an imaginary clipboard, and read his notes. "Hmm. That's strange, because one Blaine Anderson said he's the best boyfriend ever."

"Well, one Blaine Anderson can be a little sappy sometimes," Kurt remarks. "Stupid bastard."

"It says here, that Mr. Anderson would consider Mr. Hummel for a promotion in the future."

Exasperated, Kurt turns in his chair, setting his feet on the floor. "Blaine, what are you talking about?"

"Fiance, and eventually husband," Blaine declares, straddling his lap. He lets his hands come up to play softly with his hair as he studies him, and they are both suddenly completely ignorant to those around them, their eyes locked on each other. "You're amazing, Kurt," Blaine says softly and sincerely. "The best boyfriend ever, and I really mean that."

"I'm your only boyfriend."

"Because I'll never need another. We all make mistakes, just learn from it and move on. It's Thanksgiving, and I am so incredibly thankful for you." Leaning down, Blaine gives a small kiss to Kurt's cheek, who sighs and lets his eyes flutter closed. "My beautiful lover."

"I wanna jump you in the middle of the airport," Kurt laughs, letting his head fall forward onto Blaine's shoulder. "Oh my god, Blaine, you just...you're wonderful. I hate you."

Blaine nuzzles close, breathing Kurt in, and wishing for all the world that they were alone right now, because he knows exactly where this would be leading. "I hate you too," he says with a soft smile. "Don't refuse to acknowledge your past, Kurt, because it's what got you here in the first place, but it's also what happened already. Know that it's there, but don't be afraid to move on and embrace the person you are now."

Their flight is called, and Blaine stands, offering his hand proudly to Kurt, who takes it and pulls himself up. "I see there's a flight going to Paris in an hour," Kurt says with a smile. "Can we go there instead?"

Blaine laughs, but shakes his head. "One day, yes, but literally nothing would make me sacrifice Thanksgiving with my family."

"Sappy bastard," Kurt say as they walk toward the gate, but Blaine knows he feels exactly the same.

Burt is like a cat on a hot tin roof as he paces arrivals restlessly, but finally, at six thirty precisely, Kurt and Blaine stroll hand in hand through the doors, pulling suitcases behind them. There is a moment, where Burt marvels at how happy and confident they both seem compared with the broken souls he had witnessed at times during the last two years, and then they are upon him, crushing him in a big hug. Everyone starts talking over each other all at once, and Burt thinks how wonderful it is to have his sons home.

"Bessie!" Blaine and Kurt cry simultaneously, as they run to the car.

"Who's driving?" Burt asks, dangling the key in the air, and Kurt quickly grabs it.

"Blaine can," he says, tossing it to him, and Burt raises an eyebrow, thinking back again to how he used to be.

Blaine doesn't object, in fact, he is almost moved to tears to be behind the wheel of his pride and joy once more. "I've never been in love with a girl until you," he says quietly, but Kurt hears and punches his arm.

"Hey!"

"Hey what? It's true."

"You're two timing me with this car."

"You know it," Blaine says with a laugh.

"God dad, send him back, give him away, sell him on eBay," Kurt tells Burt, who laughs. "He's obnoxious and insufferable."

"That's funny," Blaine says, as he pulls the car out onto the highway. "On the flight I was irresistible and sexy."

"Keep me out of it," Burt laughs. "You two are both insufferable, which is why you're in the basement together. I ain't having your noise when I'm trying to sleep."

They share a nice dinner at home, play three rounds of cards, and have a couple of beers each; their evening is entirely perfect. Eventually, in the early hours, Burt retires to bed, suddenly remembering he has work the next day, and Kurt and Blaine are left alone for Kurt to stretch the length of the couch and pull Blaine back against him.

"Happy puppy," he says, his voice heavy with sleep.

Blaine smiles and kisses his hand. "Yeah. You know? I don't think I'd want to be anywhere else right now."

"Same."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Funny, isn't it? I remember you telling me that you wanted a quiet life, married to someone you love. I never thought I'd want the same."

"It's not like I don't ever want to go out and have fun, live it up at a bar or whatever."

"I know that."

"Just that this is..."

"Perfect."

"Yeah."

The next thing Kurt becomes aware of, is that he is cold and desperate for the bathroom. Stretching slowly, he opens his eyes in the grey light of the dawn and gives Blaine a nudge. "We fell asleep."

"Huh?"

"We fell asleep. C'mon, let's get to bed."

He tugs a sleepy and disorientated Blaine down the stairs to the basement, where he falls on the bed and curls up on his side. "Here," Kurt says, pushing his pajamas at him. "Put these on. I have to pee."

When he returns, it is to find Blaine in bed, face down and with the covers pulled up to his shoulders. He can see he's shirtless, so he follows suit, stripping down to his underwear and pulling back the covers. Only, Blaine is not just shirtless, he is entirely naked, clearly having decided that pajamas were too much effort.

Kurt lets out a soft "oh" at the sight of Blaine naked before him and sleeping quietly, and then, before he can over think, he lies down on top of him, his chest pressed tight to his back. "Oh yes," he whispers, then thinks again and wriggles out of his underwear, before pressing back against him. "Even better," he murmurs.

"Horny tiger."

"Jesus! I didn't know you were awake."

"Kurt, you're lying on top of me, completely naked," Blaine mutters, half his face pressed into the pillow. "Your dick is right where it's meant to be."

"It's meant to be there?"

Blaine smiles when he feels him twitch against him, and he reaches around to grab Kurt's ass, pulling him closer. "It is."

"Oh fuck," he breathes, as he feels himself beginning to harden. "Blaine..."

"Do whatever you want to me," Blaine whispers. "Take control."

"Fuck." Kurt's head drops forward, momentarily resting on Blaine's shoulder, before he looks up and scrapes his teeth over the same spot. "Stay like this," he says, his voice quiet, but firm and commanding. Reaching under to Blaine's chest, he rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as he sucks a large mark onto Blaine's back.

He pulls back for a moment and when he returns he is slick, sliding perfectly between Blaine's cheeks. He keeps up this rhythm as he teases Blaine, alternating between kissing and biting across his shoulders, before he pushes the head of his cock inside. "Oh Blaine," he groans quietly. "You just...Blaine."

Nudging his legs apart with his knee, Kurt moves slowly, but with deep, hard thrusts, as if trying to push as far inside as he can. He keeps himself propped up with one arm, but lets the other slide under to rest against Blaine's chest, near his heart.

Blaine moans softly at the feel of Kurt thrusting hard inside him, and angles one leg up so he can reach his cock to stroke in time with him. "Kurt," he says brokenly, but really there is nothing more he can say. Kurt is filling him up, taking him just like he wants and needs.

They are silent apart from their heavy breathing, as Kurt moves to dig his fingers into the curve of Blaine's hip, studying him, and even in the middle of his lust, he still feels astounded by his beauty.

His face turned to the side, his hair damp and curling over his temples, Blaine bites his lip before taking in a small gasp of pleasure as Kurt thrusts particularly hard. His eyes are closed, his lips red, the tip of his tongue just visible behind his teeth, and Kurt...Kurt wants and needs it all.

"Oh my god," he moans, and leans down, trying his best to find Blaine's lips. Their kiss doesn't last though, as his orgasm hits and he ends up gasping into Blaine's mouth instead, who reaches up, running his fingers into Kurt's hair and tugging lightly.

He rests briefly, pushed as tight against Blaine as he can, and dropping soft kisses to his shoulder and the beautiful curve of his neck, but then he pulls out, kissing down Blaine's spine and wrapping one hand around his cock as he moves lower.

"Come with my tongue in you," he whispers, then pushes Blaine's knees up, giving him easy access to run his tongue inside of him, where he is still open and glistening white.

"Kurt," Blaine moans loudly as he fists the pillow. "Oh Kurt..."

He comes right away, clenching around Kurt's tongue as he gasps his name over and over. Kurt doesn't move, waiting until he's taken every last drop from Blaine and he can feel the clenching slowing down, before he starts to shudder, feeling suddenly cold and over exposed.

"Fuck." Blaine mumbles, and falls face forward onto the bed, and then winces. "Gross."

"Here," Kurt laughs, grabbing Blaine's pajama top and wiping at the wet patch on the bed and then his stomach. "You wanna take a shower?"

"Nope."

"You're just gonna be gross?"

"Yep."

"Gross."

"Kurt, it's like...five in the morning and we've just had really intense sex. Just let me cuddle with you. We can shower later."

Kurt lies down facing him, until their noses are almost pressed together and he can sling an arm across Blaine's waist. "Okay," he whispers, and Blaine, with his eyes closed and looking close to sleep again, smiles.

"I love you."

Kurt leans forward, giving his lips a soft, lingering kiss. "I love you too."

"Boys?" Burt calls warily down the stairs. He doesn't know what to do when there is no answer. Blaine is usually awake early, and even if he's not, Kurt is a light sleeper, so he tries again.

"Kurt? Blaine? Children of mine?"

Still nothing, so he takes a couple of steps down the basement stairs. "Kurt? My little baby?"

He knows if Kurt will be riled by anything it will be that, but there's still nothing, and he looks at his watch, frowning when he sees it's almost eight thirty. "Um...I was just wondering if either of you were planning on coming to the shop today? You don't have to."

The silence now has him worried. Burt is not a quiet man, and he's pretty sure they should've woken at the sound of his voice, so with a loud sigh, he walks a couple more steps down, bracing himself for what he might see.

"Oh."

The short answer is that Burt doesn't see anything inappropriate, just Kurt and Blaine fast asleep, so he turns to walk back up the stairs, then stops and looks again. The covers are up to their necks, and Kurt and Blaine lie facing each other, their faces perfectly content, in fact, Kurt is sleeping soundly, with a totally serene smile on his face.

"Cute," Burt smiles, then he sees their hands. Clasped between them, resting just under their chins, they are holding each others hands even in their sleep, and Burt, knowing he will be yelled at for it but not caring anyway, grabs his phone and takes a photo.

"One for the grandkids," he laughs to himself, and walks back up the stairs and heads to work.

Kurt blinks slowly awake, to find Blaine watching him with his big round eyes, which Kurt describes as amber, hazel or gold depending on his mood. Gold, right now, and shining with happiness.

"You're watching me sleep," he points out, his voice heavy. He gives a lazy smile and closes his eyes again. "I'm sure I should be more alarmed."

"You're beautiful," Blaine says quietly, and he moves closer, placing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I'm old."

"No you're not," Blaine reassures. "In two weeks you'll be old."

"Thanks for that."

"Welcome."

Kurt smiles and opens his eyes again, sticking his tongue out. "Ugh. Your eyes are so drownable."

"I keep telling you, drownable is not a word."

"And I keep telling you it is. Go back to sleep."

"I was just lying here thinking how far we've come."

"Yeah," Kurt sighs. "All the way from New York."

"Very funny."

The sound of a text makes Blaine roll over and grab his phone, and he laughs loudly before rolling back and handing the phone to Kurt. "Our dad is a stalker."

Kurt takes one look at the photo and beams, his excited eyes looking up at Blaine before looking back at the picture again. "I love it. It better be on my phone too, wherever it is. Probably down the back of the couch."

Blaine takes the phone back, setting it on the nightstand once more. "To be honest, I'm amazed he knew how to take a photo on his phone in the first place, let alone send it."

"He probably asked Liam."

Blaine moves closer, figuring he might just spend the entire morning making out with his boyfriend, but then his phone starts to ring, and he groans while Kurt laughs.

"You know that's him calling to see if we got it."

"Probably." Blaine snatches up the phone again, huffing dramatically over the line. "Yes, stalker, we got the picture, thank you."

"Blaine?"

"Oh." Blaine sits upright as Kurt watches him. "Mom?"

"Blaine, sweetie!" Angie coos. "How are you?"

"Oh, um...yeah. I'm good. Yeah. How are you?"

"I'm um..." Angie stops short and clears her throat, and Blaine can hear the sound of heavy traffic in the background. "Are you at home?"

"Yeah, I've just woken up."

"Blaine honey, it's nearly ten."

"I know, but I didn't sleep well last night."

"Okay. So where are you then? Home as in Kurt's apartment, or your dorm?"

"Neither," Blaine says with a frown. "I'm in Ohio. Home, home."

"Oh."

There is a long silence from Angie, and if it wasn't for the noise coming over the line, Blaine would think she had gone, but eventually she clears her throat again. "I see. Well, that's nice. How long are you there for?"

"Until Sunday."

"Right. Good."

Blaine frowns again and Kurt sits up, taking his hand. While Angie had seemed warm and bubbly initially, she is now cold once more, her voice hard, and then suddenly it hits Blaine.

"Mom? Are you in New York?"

"Uh...well, yes. I was going to suggest we...but it doesn't matter. Really. I'll talk to you soon."

"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't know!" Blaine cries, as Kurt presses closer to listen.

"It was a last minute thing. Like I said, no big deal."

"But..."

"Be a good boy for Mr Hummel now. I'll call in the New Year."

"The New Year?" Blaine yells, then huffs and runs a hand through his hair. "Fine. Goodbye." He ends the call abruptly and lies back down in bed.

"Is that it?" Kurt asks in disbelief.

"Is what it?"

"That. That's all you're gonna say to her?"

"There's not a lot else to say, is there? She's in New York, I'm not, but she's still not going to make any effort to see me. You heard. She'll call in the New Year."

"She's waiting for you to...I don't know," Kurt says as gently as he can, as he lies down next to him. "Tell her you'll call next week, offer an invitation to visit?...I'm not sure, Blaine, but I think she is only in New York to see you."

"Well I'm not there, am I?" Blaine snaps angrily. "And why? Why didn't she call over the weekend and say she was thinking of visiting on Wednesday? Why does she have to blow hot and cold; surprising me with visits and then shutting me out when I'm not available? Why do I have to be the one to call her or invite her to visit?"

"Because she's just like me," Kurt says, pulling Blaine's hands away from his eyes.

"She is not."

"She is," Kurt insists. "She's scared to admit she made a massive mistake. She's scared to admit that she might have damaged her relationship with you beyond repair, so she does elaborate things, like turning up in New York to try and make things better, and then when things don't go her way she lashes out, only instead of yelling and screaming about it, she withdraws into herself and cuts off all contact. Does that sound like anyone else you know?"

Blaine pouts, in a manner which Kurt could find utterly adorable, if it wasn't for his stubbornness right now. "You don't do that anymore."

"Don't I? How about at the airport yesterday? I didn't know how to tell you I'd seen Jeremy, so instead I lashed out at you for no reason and then stormed off. Blaine, think back to how many times I came home during your junior and senior years. Each one of those times I was desperately wanting to tell you I loved you. I wanted to fall at your feet and beg for your forgiveness and apologize endlessly for how I had treated you, but what did I do? I usually fell into bed with you, then panicked over how to tell you what I really wanted to say. Then suddenly I'd be back in New York, not knowing how to call you and be honest. Your mom doesn't want no contact until New Year, she wants you to know that she loves you, she wants to make this all better, only she doesn't know how."

He reaches out, but Blaine rolls away and sits on the edge of the bed, staring into the distance. He is silent and still, only coming back to Kurt when he sits behind him and kisses the back of his neck.

"I don't think she does," he says eventually, his voice quiet and filled with pain. He pulls on some boxers and stands, gathering clothes from his suitcase. "I don't think she loves me and I don't think she wants to make all this better. I always knew with you. I don't know with her. I could see you weren't the nasty, cold person you pretended to be, but with her it's the other way around. I think this cold hearted bitch is exactly who she really is, and the loving, sweet mom she was, was just a sham. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to shower and then go to the garage to spend time with my real parent."