"Look who I found!" Kurt announced making his way into the garage nearly two hours after picking Blaine up from the airport a few days before Thanksgiving Day. They would have shown up immediately after but there were certain things that needed to be… tended to.
"Blaine!" Burt said, wiping off his hands and going to hug Blaine. "I thought he wasn't going to be here until 4." He said to Kurt and then looked at Blaine. "I thought you weren't going to be here until four."
"Someone wanted a ticket for the one o'clock and I was there early, so we traded." Blaine laughed, hugging Burt. "Hey."
"So it's a good thing that my phone wasn't on silent." Kurt chirped, grabbing Blaine's hand the second that he was no longer hugging Burt.
"It's really great to see you, Blaine. How's school?" Burt asked, clearly excited to see Blaine.
"It's going well." Blaine shrugged a bit, looking embarrassed. "I'm the top student in all of my classes right now. There are a lot of classes at Harvard and I don't take a whole lot, though, so that doesn't say much."
There was a sudden, loud shriek and then tiny arms wrapped themselves tightly around Blaine's legs.
"Oh my God! What is she doing here?" Kurt gasped. "I thought I was picking her up at 3."
"Melody wanted to come to work with Daddy today." Burt chuckled as Blaine flailed his arms and then reached down, scooping little Melody up.
"Blaine!"
"Pumpkin!" Blaine grinned and kissed her cheek.
"You stay?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Six whole days!" Blaine exclaimed.
"EEE!" Melody wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled.
"I think you may have missed me more than Kurt." Blaine laughed.
"Uh huh. He drawed." Melody nodded. "The whole time."
"She means sketched." Kurt laughed. "For school."
"It's boring." Melody whined.
"Yeah, sometimes he'd rather draw than talk to me." Blaine said, nodding solemnly.
"That's not nice."
"Not at all."
Kurt punched Blaine in the arm, rolling his eyes. "And you're not nice a lot of the time, Blaine Anderson. Like when you call and wake me up at seven in the morning on Saturday."
"Hey. You should want to hear my voice whenever you can." Blaine protested, winking at Melody as Burt shook his head.
"I don't know, Kurt. Are you sure he's the one you want?"
Kurt heaved a big sigh. "If he doesn't rethink his Saturday morning rituals, I may have to answer no."
Blaine rolled his eyes and gave Melody an eskimo kiss. "Say it like I taught you last time. Go on."
"Really?" Melody asked, clearly excited.
"Yes. We can unveil it." Blaine nodded.
"Somebody's got jokes." Melody said sassily.
"Oh my God." Kurt said, rolling his own eyes. "Blaine, really? Really?"
"Someone's got jokes." Melody burst into a fit of giggles.
"Hey now. Only when I tell you until you're old enough to understand." Blaine said.
"Got jokes, jokes, jokes." Melody said, nodding her head along to her song. "Jokes, jokes, jokes!"
"Mission abort!" Blaine whispered loudly. "Abort! I repeat, abort!"
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Melody reached for Burt.
"Melody, do you want to go and get lunch with Kurt and Blaine?" Burt asked, bouncing her a bit.
"And Daddy?"
"Daddy has to stay at work now if he wants to make it home early and have the next few days off." Burt explained.
Melody stuck out her bottom lip and then nuzzled Burt's shoulder. "And Daddy?"
"You know what? I think Mommy might have a lunch break coming up." Kurt said cheerfully. "Should we stop by and see?"
"MOMMY!" Melody cheered, twisting her body around and reaching for Kurt.
"She changes alliances so quickly." Blaine giggled.
"You bet she does. You can't trust her with anything either. She may not know what she's spilling, but that child will get you in trouble faster than you can blink." Burt said, pointing at her.
"Tell Daddy that when he eats badly, he should get in trouble." Kurt said as he set Melody on the ground.
"Blaaaaaine, hungry?" Melody asked.
"There she goes, changing alliances again." Burt chuckled as Blaine scooped Melody back up.
"I am starving. Let's go get food!"
"See you in a bit, Dad." Kurt laughed before leaving.
…
"So did you ever hear from Derek?" Blaine asked nearly thirty minutes into their lunch. He spoke quietly so Melody, who was coloring while eating her fries, could not hear.
"Why would I have? We don't even have each other's phone numbers. I just see him at work." Kurt whispered back, shooting Blaine a confused look.
"Apart from the other times you see him." Blaine sighed.
"Do we really have to discuss this in public and in front of Melody? You know that you have absolutely nothing to worry about." Kurt, who was across from Blaine and next to Melody, leaned over and put his soft hand over Blaine's.
"So he didn't even attempt to apologize?" Blaine asked, picking up a fry.
"That's what I said." Kurt said in an even tone, glancing at an oblivious Melody.
"But did he after?"
"No."
"What were you two even talking about? When it happened?"
"Melody is right here, Blaine. It's not the time." Kurt said, ruffling Melody's hair and smiling at her when she gave him a toothy grin.
"She's not even paying attention." Blaine sighed.
"Am so!" Melody protested.
"Oh, yeah? What were we talking about?" Blaine questioned, making a face at her.
"Potatoes." Melody huffed.
Kurt gave Blaine a look that clearly said, "Drop it."
Blaine opened his mouth to protest but then glanced down at Melody. Kurt was right. It wasn't the time to talk about things like that. He would talk to Kurt about it when Melody was napping or once Burt or Carole got home.
"All done! Cake!" Melody declared, throwing her hands up and into the air.
"You didn't eat all of your food, Melody. You know you have to eat most of your food or no dessert." Kurt said, pushing her plate closer to her. "Eat another chicken nugget. Mmmh, look at the honey mustard. It's yummy."
Melody surveyed Kurt as he dunked her chicken nugget into the yellow sauce and then she held out her tiny hand. She took one bite and dropped the rest of the nugget onto her plate. "Cake! Cake!"
"No, no, no."
Melody scowled and then looked to Blaine. Mustering the most adorable look she could, she asked, "Cake?"
"Oh no you don't." Blaine said. "I'm not getting in the middle of this."
Melody crossed her arms over her chest. "Please?"
"No ma'am." Blaine shook his head. "I only fight my own battles when it comes to your brother."
Melody returned her attention to Kurt. "Kuuuuuurt!"
"Eat two more chicken nuggets and I'll get you some cake."
"But I don't wanna!"
"Then you don't get any cake." Kurt moved to stand.
"Kuuuuuurt!"
"We will take it home and if you eat your dinner, then you can have it." Kurt sighed before going up to pay.
"Meanie Kurt." Melody whined when he was out of ear shot.
"Kurt's not a meanie. You have to eat your food before you get cake." Blaine said.
"Meanie Kurt and Dumb Blaine." Melody said before clamping her mouth shut.
Blaine sighed. And Kurt wanted two kids?
***LTC***
Blaine held off talking about the 'Derek Dilemma' as he called it for two hours. Really, that was a pretty big achievement with how much Blaine was thinking about it. He waited (very) anxiously. As soon as Kurt closed the room to their bedroom door, though, it came fumbling out.
"I just want to know what he said, Kurt."
Kurt blinked at Blaine for several seconds and then looked up at the ceiling, making Blaine feel like the most annoying person on the face of the planet. Oh well. Blaine couldn't find it in him to care right then. "Blaine…"
Most sane people would probably let it go after hearing that tone, Kurt thought, but clearly Blaine wasn't very sane. "Just tell me. I won't be mad."
"Right." Kurt let out a laugh. "Try that on someone who didn't live with you for years, Blaine."
"I really don't want to get mad. We've had enough arguments about that kind of stuff, don't you think?" Blaine said quietly. "I just want to know what happened so I'll know."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"The fact that you 'don't want to talk about it' makes me worry that there is something you're not telling me."
"If I tell you, you're just going to stress out about it or get mad. Plus, I don't want to hurt your feelings."
"Hurt my feelings?" Blaine laughed a bit. "Why would it hurt my feelings?"
"He said some things that I don't think are true, but I'm worried you might think are true." Kurt sighed.
"What do I care what he thinks. What did he say about us?"
"It was more what he said about you."
"I think I am above caring about what some creep thinks about me." Blaine let out a sarcastic laugh.
"I don't want to put ideas in your head. I know how you are. Once you get one, it grows and grows until you explode into a fit of rage and angst."
"That is a gross exaggeration. Maybe I wouldn't get to that point if you'd be upfront with me from the beginning." Blaine said somewhat irritably. What could have been so bad that Kurt wouldn't even talk to him? And if it were really nothing, then Blaine was just annoyed because 'nothing' was getting blown way out of proportion.
"Or maybe I just know when it's best to avoid stuff altogether."
"Well maybe you should just tell me so I won't obsess over it."
"This is ridiculous, Blaine. I don't want to talk about it."
"Why?"
"Because I don't!"
"He flirted with you!"
Kurt motioned with his hands so Blaine would quiet down, glancing at the door. "I don't want the whole Alec thing all over again. We nearly broke up."
"There are two differences. One, I don't want to get to that point and that's why I want to talk about it now. Two, Alec never made a move on you. I still think it would be best if we discussed this that way we avoid anything we can't handle, because soon I'm not going to be here. It will be a lot harder to do this over Skype or a phone."
"And my rebuttal is that you thought Alec was and it still led to this." Kurt protested. "You don't have to worry about what happened. I'm not going anywhere."
"It's not even about that." Blaine looked away. "I'm worried about the situation and you're just writing it off like it's not worth talking about."
"It was nothing, okay?" Kurt moved one hand to ruffle his curls. "He touched my—."
"Wait, what?" Blaine asked, hazel eyes flashing with anger. "He touched you? Where did he touch you? Are you kidding me? He touched you and you just weren't going to tell me?"
"It was nothing."
"No. It is something to me. I want to talk about it. We have been together for over five years. Why can you not sit down and talk to me about what happened? Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it makes me feel worse." Blaine took a deep breath and said, sounding near pitiful, "You're not telling me everything."
"You should trust me."
"I have a right to know what happened. You're my boyfriend and someone is trying to take—."
"He just touched my leg." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"It was your leg? Does this guy thing you're a personal escort or something?" Blaine scoffed.
"It's not a big deal. Don't turn this into the jealousy thing."
"I'm not turning this into a jealousy thing. I just want to know exactly what happened between you and this guy." Blaine said, trying to sound calm. This guy touched Kurt's leg? No. Blaine knew exactly what that guy wanted to touch and no.
"And I'm telling you that exactly what happened shouldn't matter if you trust me. I don't want to tell you."
"How am I supposed to trust you when you can't tell me these things?"
Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"I don't want anyone but you." Kurt promised.
"What if he tries something?" Blaine challenged.
"I handled myself very well. I'm not barely eighteen anymore. I'm a big boy."
"That could be taken more ways than one." Blaine said, a hint of a smile on his face.
"There's the Blaine I know and somewhat love." Kurt let out a mock sigh and then wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pressing their bodies together. He nuzzled Blaine's cheek.
"I worry about you a lot." Blaine murmured, tilting his head and kissing Kurt's cheek.
"I know but you don't need to." Kurt nuzzled his cheek again.
"You wouldn't have to stay with me… I mean, just because of everything before… if you were unhappy—."
"I am with exactly who I want to be with." Kurt interrupted.
"I don't want you to feel like you have to stay because of that… well, you know."
"The attack. We can talk about it. It's okay." Kurt looked him in the eyes.
"I know you don't like to." Blaine explained. "But even though I moved here and everything—if you're ever unhappy… I-I'd want you to…"
"It's not going to happen." Kurt cut him off mid-sentence. "We're forever."
Blaine kissed him gently. "Forever."
Kurt nodded and straightened himself up, stepping away from Blaine.
"Kurt, if he ever tries anything—."
"You're going to drive me crazy, aren't you?" Kurt rolled his eyes, but he smiled. "He won't try anything. If he does, I'll let him know that you almost played college soccer and that you're got really strong arms and legs. And that you can kick. And that you've got the prettiest eyes I have ever seen in my life." He touched Blaine's nose. "And that yours are actually real."
Blaine laughed. "You're wrong about one thing."
"What's that?" Kurt questioned.
"Your eyes are prettier." Blaine said, sending him a sweet smile.
Kurt rolled his eyes again. "You're such a charmer."
"You wouldn't have me any other way, though." Blaine slid his arms around Kurt's waist.
"I wouldn't have it any other way because then you would be is a gay version of Wes." Kurt nodded his agreement. "And as much as I adore your friend most of the times, I would never be able to date him."
***LTC***
"It smells like food." Blaine mumbled sleepily the next morning, nuzzling Kurt's bare shoulder.
"It's the day before Thanksgiving and Carole's supposed to be starting some stuff early. I would hope it did." Kurt snorted, running his fingers through Blaine's shorter curls. He then pouted a bit. "It was rather mean to only give me one night of curls and then to cut them off, you know?"
"I can't take them." Blaine yawned. "They're not manag—manageab—able."
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine tightly, giving him a squeeze. Although Blaine disagreed, there was no denying it. Blaine was the cute one in the relationship. They would probably argue over it until the day one of them died. Kurt had already decided that if Blaine died first, he was going to have 'BLAINE WAS THE CUTER ONE' on his tombstone… but he would never mention that out loud incase Kurt died first and Blaine stole his idea.
"I miss this." Kurt admitted after shaking his thoughts away, not loosening his grip.
"Miss this? You're usually asleep and I have to force you out of bed with threats of harming your precious clothes." Blaine nuzzled Kurt's shoulder again.
"It's easier to sleep with you here. I wake up in the middle of the night a lot. I still think it's because I'm so used to sleeping with you." Kurt said. He then blushed a bit. "It wasn't as bad for a little bit but your t-shirt stopped smelling like you."
"I am so in love with you." Blaine sat up and looked down at Kurt, who blinked back up at him. "I don't think I could ever feel this way about someone else."
"You better not." Kurt said, leaning up and then poking Blaine's bare chest. "Otherwise you will have some serious explaining to do."
"What if I told you I was in love with David or Wes?"
"It's just not there. I would never believe that, Blaine. You would never be attracted to them."
"Hey! I had a huge crush on Wes for like two days." Blaine objected.
"Wait. You think Wes is more attractive than David? Are you crazy?" Kurt scoffed, looking genuinely surprised. "You had a crush on him?"
"Believe me. It was short lived. Then I got to know him."
Kurt snorted loudly, leaning so that his face was buried in the bed. There was silence for several seconds before his shoulders started to shake with laughter.
"What?"
"I'm rubbing off on you. I-I'm so sorry. You must be impressionable." Kurt laughed and sat up. "I'm so sorry."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "You are not rubbing off on me."
"Yes. Yes, I am." Kurt nodded. "I am or I did. Whichever you prefer, but I have rubbed off on you."
"If you say so." Blaine laughed a bit and then slid back into a laying position, tracing the scar on Kurt's chest that led to his side. "I love you."
"I love you too." Kurt smiled at him.
Both boys jumped when there was a tap on the door.
"Yes?" Kurt called.
"Yep, they're alive!" They heard Taylor yell.
Kurt leaned over the side of the bed, grabbing his boxers and t-shirt off of the floor. "It's a good thing this was a pajama shirt from Old Navy, Blaine Anderson. If you'd wrinkled my good shirt, you'd be staying with Wes or David this week."
"You weren't complaining when I ripped it off and started slamming—."
"What was that? I can't quite hear you, Blaine!" Taylor called.
"Taylor!" Kurt yelled, scrambling to get dressed. "Blaine, put pants on!"
"I was able to make that one out. Way to go, boys. You want to do it as often as possible. Christmas break is still three weeks away. Make the memories last."
Kurt threw the door open when they were both dressed, glaring darkly.
"Hey, Kurtsie." Taylor grinned.
"Could you be any louder?" Kurt hissed.
"What? Everyone else is outside."
"Phew." Blaine said, straightening his shirt.
"You better be saying phew. Burt may love you, but I don't know how he'd react to you ripping Kurt's pajamas off and slamming—slamming what exactly? Into Kurt? Kurt into the wall before ravaging him? Kurt into the headboard? But that might scratch the paint and I can't picture Kurt liking that too much. Or did you slam your toe into the door?" Taylor asked.
Kurt glared while Blaine grinned sheepishly.
"Or maybe you slammed a book on the desk." Taylor continued. "Or a—."
"Taylor, stop harassing them!" They heard Kurt's Aunt Paige call from somewhere downstairs.
"You take everything fun and ruin it!" Taylor mock sobbed as she retreated from the room.
"How is your family so perfect?" Blaine asked.
"I think you mean dysfunctional." Kurt laughed, taking a few steps towards Blaine.
"Blaine, Kurt!" Carole called moments later after they heard a door close.
"BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINE, KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!" Melody yelled shortly after. "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINE, KUUUUUUUUUUURT! BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINE, KUUUUUUUUURT!"
"Melody!" Burt said in an attempt to shush her.
"MELOOOOOOODY!"
"I rest my case." Kurt gestured down the stairs. "Should we go and join the madness?"
"Kiss me first." Blaine demanded.
"We should… probably brush our teeth first." Kurt said, holding up a hand.
"Fair enough." Blaine shrugged, making his way to the bathroom.
***LTC***
"Look who is back! I was beginning to think you and Kurt had broken up and that you weren't really at Harvard!" Kurt's grandmother Annie said early the next morning when Blaine walked into the living room half asleep.
Blaine gave her a one armed hug, yawning. He then stepped away and looked at the clock over the sink.
"Yes. Time does exist before nine in the morning." Kurt's grandfather Andy chuckled.
"I have a class at seven in the morning two days a week." Blaine responded.
"This one is worse than Kurt about waking up, Dad." Burt said walking into the living room. "He'll get up, but I don't think he's fully awake for an hour or two."
"And Kurt's the opposite. It takes him forever to get up but once he's up, he's up." Annie said. "I remember that from when he would stay with us."
"Forever and 37 days." Blaine mumbled, making his way to the coffee pot.
"That's a bad, bad road to go down." Andy said.
"Yeah. Wouldn't want to stunt my growth." Blaine snorted.
"We like this one." Annie laughed.
"No one more than Carole." Burt chuckled.
"What about Carole?" Carole asked, bustling into the room. "You two are already here!"
"I made a comment on the fact that you've adopted Blaine." Burt said gruffly, nodding towards Blaine who was now sitting next to Andy.
"You're awake, hon!"
"Kurt kicked me awake… and then I smelled food." Blaine said.
"Kicked you?" Annie laughed.
"I guess he's gotten used to not shari…" Blaine trailed off and took a drink of his coffee, looking down and blushing.
"Like we don't know you two have slept in a bed." Andy shrugged. "You want to hear something bad? Taylor and Paige met by… what do they call it these days?"
"Hooking up." Burt answered.
"Does Kurt know this?" Blaine laughed.
"He thinks they met at a grocery store." Burt said.
"See, they kept running into each other after the… 'hook up.'" Annie explained. "Eventually they ended up together. Now they've broken up a few times—as you know—but they're very good together given the…. Circumstances of how they met."
"Andy brought up my sex life again, I see." Taylor said coming into the kitchen. "It's his favorite holiday subject when there isn't mass chaos."
"What on Earth are you doing up?" Kurt's grandfather asked.
"Paige is snoring. And some dog kept licking my toes."
"That would be my fault. He ran out of the room when I came in here." Blaine cringed. "Sorry."
"Oh, I'm more than used to annoying dogs." Taylor sat at the table too. "How long do we have before Kurtsie wakes up?"
"Three minutes ago." Kurt chirped, coming into the room and immediately sitting on Blaine's lap. "Good morning, babe."
"Good morning." Blaine smiled and kissed him.
Andy cleared his throat.
"Grammy! Grandpa!" Kurt exclaimed, jumping up and hugging both of them. "Oh, God. And Blaine's down here too… You haven't been torturing him, right?"
"Not too much. I stopped after telling him about the bodies of your ex-boyfriends buried in our backyard." Andy said with a serious expression on his face.
"Yes because there are so many." Kurt rolled his eyes and situated himself on Blaine's lap again. "You went to bed after me. I can't believe you woke up first."
"You kicked me." Blaine pouted. "I'm probably going to have a bruise on my leg. There may already be one. For someone so bony, you're strong."
"I'm sorry." Kurt said, nuzzling him.
"So how is long distance working for you two?" Annie asked. "You seem to be doing fine."
"It's alright." Kurt shrugged, looking down. He absolutely hated the whole Derek situation. While they hadn't talked about it since the day before, he knew Blaine well enough to know that the discussion wasn't over with. He also hated that Blaine got upset. He knew it wasn't even anger or over jealousy.
Deep down, he knew it was Blaine being afraid Kurt would leave him… for someone else, or period. As tough as the long distance was, though, Kurt couldn't picture his life without Blaine in it. Not at all. Even for a week. Kurt was never going to leave him.
"Three years will be over before you know it. You're almost half way through one!" Carole smiled. "It will be hard work, of course, but you two love each other."
Kurt smiled when he felt Blaine kiss the back of his shoulder.
"Now your father told us about your internship. What do you do exactly?" Kurt's grandfather asked interestedly.
"Nothing too exciting. Just stuff that other people are too lazy to do. Make invitations to stuff, update contact lists, and cut fabric. Sometimes they let me watch them in action. They use advanced computer programs and some of the people there are really talented when you consider it's only here in Ohio." Kurt said, perking up and speaking quickly. "And my supervisor knows someone who works for Parsons—the school I'm going to next year— and apparently internships with that guy always turn into real jobs."
"Do you work with any cute boys?" Annie teased.
Kurt felt Blaine tense up so he kissed his cheek. "Nobody looks cute compared to Blaine."
Blaine smiled.
"It's mostly girls, though." Kurt continued. "There are two guys and I've never even talked to one of them. Now that I think about it, I kind of wish I didn't talk to the other one either…"
"Girls aren't very threatening to you, are they, Blaine?" Andy laughed.
"No, sir." Blaine laughed himself, loosening his grip on Kurt when he moved to stand.
"I'm going to go and help Carole get some stuff started." Kurt said before quickly kissing Blaine.
"Where did you put the—."
"By the microwave, dear. I'll bring it to you." Kurt let out a mock sigh.
"What are you wanting?" Burt asked.
"Potato candy. What else?"
…
"The dishes are finally done." Blaine announced, making his way into Kurt's old bedroom and grabbing his bag off of the desk chair and placing it on the bed. "And I'm going to get ready and head out."
"Head out?" Kurt, who was sitting on the floor and teasing Oreo with a piece of yawn, looked up. "Where to?"
"I told you that I wanted to see Wes and David's family." Blaine said, unzipping his bag and looking through his clothes.
"Wait. You meant today?" Kurt asked, standing and walking over.
"It's Thanksgiving. I kind of want to see them today." Blaine shrugged. "We're done with lunch and they always have dinner, so I thought I would go since I know everyone will be there. David's sister will probably leave tomorrow."
"I just didn't think you meant today…" Kurt reached down and pulled out a sweater before holding it out for Blaine.
"Your grandmother said that she didn't want to work on the tree until tomorrow. She's taking a nap." Blaine took the sweater and pulled it on over his t-shirt.
"Well, are you coming back home tonight? It's already three and it's going to take you probably two hours to even get to Westerville in holiday traffic." Kurt bit his lip and looked at Blaine. "I thought we would get to spend the rest of the day together."
"I haven't spent Thanksgiving with either of them in five years and it would mean a lot to them if I came. You can come and see them with me. I think they'd like that."
"Yes but my family is here to visit us."
"They're here to visit you."
"Don't be ridiculous. You're part of this family just like Taylor is."
"And Taylor has been on the phone with her dad for an hour." Blaine pointed out. "Because she's here with Paige."
"She always—."
"David and Wes' family means a lot to me, Kurt. And I haven't been seeing them enough." Blaine interrupted. "Because we moved to Cincinnati and I got preoccupied with school. Now I live really far away. If I'm in the state, I'm going to go and see them."
"Why can't you just go all day tomorrow?"
"Because I want to see them! I don't expect you to understand how I feel about it because you haven't—you haven't been in the position that I was in, okay? They took me in time after time after time. They supported me, they—."
"So did we."
"I realize that. But they saved my life."
"Okay and maybe you helped to save mine and maybe I would like to spend time with you on a holiday is meant to be spent with the people you're thankful for." Kurt said, voice higher than normal. "Because I still used to be that sixteen year old lost boy that met you at Dalton sick of everything that was going on."
"And I'm staying the whole break with you. I'm living here over winter break and spring break and summer break." Blaine moved over to him, touching his face.
"No, don't."
"Why not?" Blaine moved his hand down and tickled Kurt's side, making him squirm. He then grabbed Kurt's hand, squeezing. "I just want to see them. They're like my family too. Do you want to come?"
"I can't. Everyone is here." Kurt sighed.
"Okay." Blaine nodded. "I'll try to be back tonight. I'll call you when I'm on my way, alright?"
"Alright… I guess I'll see you later tonight or in the morning. Drive safely, okay?"
"Always do, my love." Blaine kissed him quickly. "Don't miss me too terribly."
Kurt rolled his eyes and scooped up Kreacher who ran across the room. He looked at Kreacher when Blaine was out of the room. "Daddy just keeps leaving us, huh?"
Kreacher yipped loudly, wiggling until he was facing the open door and howling loudly.
"That's right. You tell him." Kurt squeezed him. "You'll never leave me, huh?"
Kreacher yipped again and licked his face.
"God, your breath is horrible."
***LTC***
"Are you annoyed with me?"
"I am a little annoyed." Blaine admitted the next morning. "I just wish you'd reacted a little differently to me going to see Wes and David's family. They're very close to me. I feel like you don't understand just how much they mean to me and I think that after five years you should be a little more clued in."
"It's not that I don't understand how much they mean to you. I do. I just—."
"Think that I should have spent the whole day with your family. Your family." Blaine looked at him. "Did Burt care that I went to see them? Or Carole? Did your grandparents or your aunts?"
"No." Kurt said.
"So why was it such a big deal to you?"
"Because I wanted to spend time with you."
"You could have come with me." Blaine walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bagel. "You chose not to."
"But you're only here for a few days." Kurt sighed.
"We don't have to be attached at the hip!"
"You live thirteen hours away! I can't even see you when you're here?"
"I was gone nine hours, Kurt! You can go out with Alec and some guy who clearly wants in your pants but I can't go out with my best friends who I've known longer than I've known you and eat dinner with their family?"
"He doesn't want in my pants." Kurt scoffed.
"No, Kurt. Because the first time I touched your leg, I wasn't thinking about what was just a few inches up." Blaine said sarcastically.
"You're acting like I'm stupid."
"No. You're not stupid. You're very smart, just innocent and oblivious. You have no grasp on how attractive you are. People want you, Kurt. People—like Derek—would love in your pants just to say they did!"
"No one is going to get into my pants!"
"Maybe I'm afraid you're going to get yourself into a situation that you can't handle."
"I'm not a little kid! I handled myself fine the other day!"
"I hate to interrupt, boys, but Melody is awake and she really doesn't need to hear you two arguing." Burt said gruffly, coming in. "I'm not getting involved. Just take it somewhere else."
Kurt grabbed his car keys off of the counter and left out the back door, leaving it open for Blaine to follow.
"Sorry." Blaine mumbled to Burt before following Kurt and quietly closed the door behind him.
"Everything okay, lovers?" Paige, who was getting something from her car, asked cheerfully.
"Just peachy." Kurt said, yanking his car door open.
"Ouch." Paige cringed and went back inside.
"So what? Is this going to turn into the Alec fight again? Like you said we wouldn't?" Kurt asked., turning his car on and cranking the heat up. "Because if this is what happens every time I come across a gay guy who is interested in me, you're going to lead a really frustrating life since I'm going to become a designer."
Blaine glared outside the window, not speaking. If Kurt wasn't being so secretive, it wouldn't be a damn issue. That's what bothered him the most. What else was Kurt withholding about other things? Blaine didn't hide stuff—Well, unless you counted applying to Harvard, but that was different.
"I'm serious, Blaine. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life fighting with you anytime someone makes a move on me. You are a very, very jealous person sometimes." Kurt said, sounding harsher than he intended. "And I really don't appreciate how you turned the fight into this, either. And now my dad knows we're fighting so he's going to be worried about us."
"This has nothing to do with my jealousy!" Blaine exclaimed. "You keep talking to me like I'm five years old! This has nothing to do with jealousy, alright? It has something to do with the fact that I thought I could trust you but you can't even tell me what happened with this Derek guy."
"So you think you can't trust me?"
"I don't think that. I just…" Blaine trailed off.
"Are you that afraid that I'm going to just walk off with the first person who shows any interest in me?" Kurt asked, staring at Blaine.
Blaine didn't speak. Instead, he made a huffing noise and then swallowed.
"I don't want anyone else." Kurt sighed, playing with his key chain that was hanging from his steering wheel. "I want you."
"I feel bad for leaving." Blaine finally sighed, tucking a leg under him. "I don't like to be away from you. I worry that you're mad and you'll..."
"What?"
"Realize that maybe I'm not worth it."
Kurt shook his head, looking out the window. He tried to think of words to say but all he could do was blink outside and grasp for words that weren't there.
"I'm sorry. I can't help but… react this way. I'm really afraid of… losing you." Blaine continued after a few minutes. "Sometimes it feels like you're all I have. I know that sounds clingy but I'm so happy with you. I don't want that to end, Kurt."
"It's not going to." Kurt faced him, reaching over and grabbing his hand. "This separation is only temporary and in the grand scheme of things, it won't matter."
"You have to make it through the present to get to the grand scheme."
"You have got to have more faith in us. In me. If you don't, we're never going to make it."
"How am I supposed to have faith in us when this huge thing happened and you won't even tell me everything?" Blaine asked.
"I don't want your feelings to get hurt."
"They won't. Please. What exactly did you two talk about before he started… doing that stuff?"
"I don't want to talk about it, Blaine." Kurt sighed.
"I just really want to know, alright?" Blaine looked him in the eye. "I want to know everything you two talked about."
"Fine, but you've got to understand that I only didn't want to tell you because I don't want you to feel guilty. I don't feel this way." Kurt said very seriously.
"Alright." Blaine gave a small nod.
"He asked why I hadn't gone to Parsons for both degrees. I told him that I had wanted to be closer to you." Kurt looked down. "I had gotten in. I had applied for early admissions and had sent my application not long before the attack… But so much was going on and I really wanted to be with you. He brought up that…"
"Wait, what? You applied to Parsons your senior year? You were accepted? And you didn't go?" Blaine interrupted.
"You know as well as I do that I've been a completely different person since the attack, Blaine." Kurt sighed. "I wanted to stay close to home, close to you. Besides, I knew I could always go to Parsons for my graduate degree. It didn't seem like a big deal."
"I can't believe you never told me this."
"You got cut off financially because of me. Your life was in disarray. I wasn't going to turn your life upside down and then leave you without a home. Besides, I never would have been able to handle Parsons. I barely handled the first year of CCAD." Kurt said very seriously. "I know I made the right decision. I didn't want you or Rachel or Mercedes to try to talk me out of it."
"What else then?" Blaine asked. "Concerning Derek?"
"He brought up that I… stayed to be closer to you and you repaid me by leaving me to go to Harvard. He said stuff about how you could have waited a year…" Kurt scowled. "It made me so mad, Blaine. I told him that you shouldn't have to wait a year for me because you had done so much during the attack."
"Wait. You told this guy that you barely know about your attack? Have you even told Alec?" Blaine interrupted again. They barely talked about the attack and Blaine had been right by his side from the very first night in the hospital. And now Kurt was just opening up about it to someone who… What?
"I was mad and it just kind of… came out. I never intended to tell anyone about the attack." Kurt explained. "And after that he tried to start in again on how you should have waited…. That's when he touched my leg. We… I told him that I would never leave you for anyone, especially someone like him, I stood up and I left. End of story. That's everything that happened, Blaine."
"Do you think I should have waited a year?"
"This is why I didn't want to tell you what he said. You over analyze everything—I know, it's the English major in you, I know." Kurt said. "No. I think you should have gone to Harvard when you did. You already put your life on hold for me before but I won't let you do it again."
"Am I a horrible boyfriend?"
"Only when you roll away during the winter when we're asleep. Our apartment was always really cold." Kurt teased.
Blaine cracked a hint of a smile. It wasn't as if he'd thought something like that had happened, but hearing everything from Kurt made him feel better. But still, Kurt tended to be secretive
"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to make it seem like I… I just…. I think you should see them because I know they mean a lot to you… David's dad saved your life. I'd be stupid to not know they meant a lot. I was being selfish and I'm sorry. I'm glad you went to see them. I shouldn't have tried to keep you to myself. I was being selfish."
"I'm sorry I have a tendency to get jealous—even if that's not what this is about."
"I suppose we'll have to work a few things to work on if we want to make it through these next few years." Kurt said, turning the heat in his car down just a bit because he was starting to get too hot.
"I can tell you one thing. This being apart is definitely a test of our love." Blaine remarked. "Do you think we're passing?"
"I think we could use some work." Kurt admitted. "This week we're probably at a C."
"We better fix that then. I want an A by the end of the semester." Blaine joked. He then added very seriously, "But I do want to be better. I want us to work. We… We have to work."
"We would be a worse couple if we never fought over the distance." Kurt reassured him. "Alec said that he and Eric fought a lot at first."
"I hate fights." Blaine groaned. "I hate fighting with you, Kurt."
"I particularly enjoy them." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand again. "The only part I don't enjoy is that you're too far away for makeup sex and that you won't do anything over Skype."
"Wes came in, alright? I'm horrified."
"Oh, come on. You hadn't even unbuttoned your pants. If you hadn't turned a red, babbling mess he would have thought you were just talking to me shirtless." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"That was traumatizing." Blaine actually shuddered. "He still makes fun of me for that. And he told David. So David keeps asking how our new level of the long distance relationship is going and whether or not my orgasms are still satisfactory when they're made at my own hand."
"You say I'm innocent, yet I maintained a straight face the whole time. You gave us away. I don't want to hear it. 'I was… uh… It… GO AWAY!'" Kurt laughed loudly, remembering Wes' amused expressions and the way he had begun to chant 'Get it' over and over followed by 'At least one of us should get some kind of sexual satisfaction!'
"I didn't think anybody was home!" Blaine blurted.
"What does it matter?" Kurt asked. "You were the same way when we lived here with my Dad."
Blaine looked at him as if he was crazy. "If you had Burt as a dad, would you have sex with me regularly under his roof?"
"You didn't have a problem with it the night before last if I recall correctly." Kurt remarked.
"This is why I have a proposition for you."
"Proposition?" Kurt asked.
"Christmas break. I come down right after finals and we stay until after Christmas."
"Okay?"
"And after Christmas we stay in Boston. In my apartment. Asshole will be gone the whole break. Wes and his family won't even be in the country until January 21st which is two days before Harvard starts back up. We can really spend some time together and… won't have to worry about not have sex because your dad is in the house."
"Carole may be sad you won't be here the whole break. She misses you." Kurt said. "What if we spent two weeks in Boston?"
"What if we spent a third week… in New York?"
"Wait, what?" Kurt asked.
"What if we spent a week in New York? We can go on Parson's campus, go around… you've always wanted to go. Let's do it." Blaine smiled at him. "I want to take you to New York. We'll see Rent, we'll stay in a really nice hotel, and we'll see everything that you want to see, do everything you want to do."
"Blaine, we don't have that kind of money." Kurt said.
"I am going to take you to New York City. Meaning I am going to pay."
Kurt's hand flew to his mouth and he stared at Blaine with huge eyes.
"Will you let me?" Blaine tilted his head and gave Kurt an adorable smile.
"It's too much, Blaine."
"It's just enough." Blaine argued. "It's what I want to do. You gave me Michigan; I'm giving you New York. You don't have to worry about anything. You just have to be ready to leave when we go to catch the flight there."
Kurt nodded, eyes still big. "We're going to New York? For a… for a week?"
"Yeah." Blaine smiled at him. "Just promise to come back with me."
"You are so getting laid tonight, Blaine." Kurt leaned over, kissing him eagerly. He then snapped, "Stop acting like Wes." when Blaine raised his fist into the air triumphantly.