When Thanksgiving arrived, Blaine found himself gathered around Kurt and Rachel's apartment. Sure, it was only the three of them, but it was already better than his previous experiences. Sitting at home alone with a carton of Chinese, or on other occasions, stuck in a room with his parents and other people who he despised, was not his idea of a fun experience, so yeah, he was enjoying this a little too much. Rachel was sat at the small kitchen table, flipping through a Broadway magazine and humming along with the music in the background. The boys, however, were in the kitchen cooking. Well, Kurt was cooking, Blaine on the other hand was trying to sneak up behind Kurt and steal a piece of pie.

"Don't even think about it, mister," Kurt scolded, twirling around to wiggle his spatula in Blaine's face.

"But Kurt—" Blaine pouted.

Kurt rolled his eyes, turning around to face the food again. "After dinner. I swear, sometimes you are a 5 year old."

After putting the food in the oven, Kurt felt a tap on his shoulder. Spinning around, he saw Blaine sitting on the counter with his legs dangling over the edge, his lip jutting out even further than before. It was hard not to give into him, but Kurt wanted Blaine to try his actual food first, and he wouldn't be able to do that if he was full of pie. Kurt only shook his head, turning back around to wipe off the messy space. He stifled a giggle when he heard Blaine huff behind him and walk off, swinging his hips in emphasis of his mock-annoyance.

When the group finished their meal, Rachel trotted off to her room for a nap, leaving the boys to themselves. After clearing off the table and tossing the plates in the dishwasher, Blaine forced Kurt to watch football with him. Now they were sitting in the living room, plates of pie in their hands. Kurt's was a small piece, of course. Blaine's however, was massive, with a scoop of whipped cream piled on the dessert so much it was barely visible. Kurt tried to protest, claiming that there was just way too much sugar, it was clearly unhealthy, but Blaine paid no attention to him. Instead, he opted for watching the game and stuffing his pie happily down his  throat.

Kurt fell asleep halfway through the game out of boredom. He sort of knew what was going on, but he still didn't understand the point. To him, the whole thing was just huge men in tight pants throwing a ball and chasing each other around a field. He thought it was even gayer than himself, and he was basically the epitome of gay. Blaine woke him when the game was over and helped him with the rest of the cleaning up before he tucked Kurt in and kissed him goodbye. Since Kurt had insisted on taking him and Rachel shopping the next day for Black Friday, he would need to get home quickly and get to bed. He wasn't exactly looking forward to all of the chaos, but it was time with Kurt and he wasn't going to pass that up.

Kurt skipped into Blaine's apartment early the next morning, Rachel trudging groggily behind him. Blaine was definitely not a morning person, and being woken up at 3am was not helping at all. He groaned and buried himself in his pillows and blankets, mumbling some incoherent saying, burying himself deeper into the mattress. Finally though, with the help of a few convincing words on Kurt's part, he was up and rushing to the bathroom.

Rachel bailed on them after about two hours, and by the time the boys stopped for lunch, Blaine could actually feel his feet throbbing and screaming in protest of anymore walking. Kurt seemed oblivious to Blaine's aching feet as they went from store to store. He ran around grabbing things and even once getting into an argument with an old lady about a  scarf, all while his counterpart was having trouble keeping up. He finally just decided to stay near the front of the store and wait until Kurt was finished.

"Kurt," Blaine started once they got their food and found an empty table, "I love spending time with you and everything, but my feet are killing me."

Kurt chewed the bite of his sandwich before answering. "I'm sorry," he frowned. "I didn't realize how hard all this walking would be on you, you're not used to it. I promise we'll leave right after this next store," he said, leaning over to kiss the boy's cheek.

They finished their meals quickly, and like Kurt had promised, they left right after making their purchases from the next store. The boys linked their arms together as they walked outside and down the street a little to catch a cab. Kurt knew it would be harder to get a ride on a day like this, but he'd already tortured Blaine enough with walking for the day, he didn't want to make him walk all the way back to his apartment as well. When they finally got a ride, they threw themselves into the car after tossing their bags in first. On their way back to Kurt's place, the boys chatted and giggled about the antics of some of the shoppers. About how one lady had practically wrestled another to the ground for a beret. Kurt had seen some crazy shoppers before, but none quite like he had today.

When they reached the building and made it up to the apartment, Blaine collapsed backwards on Kurt's bed out of exhaustion. Kurt giggled at his boyfriend and set his bags down on the other side of the bed, pulling open his closet doors, meaning to rearrange his wardrobe now that he'd made some new purchases. Setting aside the Christmas presents he'd bought for his family and friends, he grabbed the bag with his new sweaters and pants then set to work. 

He finished close to an hour and a half later, and during that time Blaine had since fallen asleep. He woke up when he didn't sense Kurt's presence in the room anymore and after rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he ventured around the apartment to find Kurt in the living room, watching a re-run of some fashion show. He was about to walk over and kiss him goodbye, claiming that there was still stuff he needed to get done at the studio, when Kurt insisted he go along with him.

"Are you sure? You don't have to if you really don't want to."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Blaine, sweetie, if I didn't want to go with you, I would have never suggested it in the first place."

Blaine blushed a little, scratching at the back of his head. He was still a bit groggy, so his brain wasn't working at its usual pace. 

"Oh. Um, yeah, right. So let's go."

Kurt giggled, leaning in to peck the boy's lips before reaching out to grab his hand.

When they got to the studio, Blaine went to a back room to get a stack of papers he still needed to fill out then settled down at his desk. Meanwhile, Kurt opted for sitting at the other side of the room at the piano, playing nothing in particular, but just brushing his hands over the keys while he hummed absently to himself. Blaine couldn't help but smile as the notes filled his ears, Kurt's playing still sounded amazing though he hadn't played since high school. He finished the rest of his papers then made his way over to Kurt, grinning widely as he leaned up against the piano.

"You're wonderful, baby," Blaine complimented.

Kurt smiled and leaned over the piano a little to catch Blaine's lips in his own. "Thank you," he whispered.

The smile never left Blaine's face as he motioned for Kurt to scoot over a little on the bench so he could sit. He brushed his fingers lightly over the keys before turning to face Kurt, an idea popping into his mind. "Sing with me."

He didn't give Kurt enough time to respond as he was already playing a tune familiar to both him and Kurt. Kurt couldn't help but smile at his choice of a song. Of course Blaine would pick that. Blaine kept playing, obviously waiting for Kurt to start the first verse. He closed his eyes and took a breath before opening his mouth to sing.

Live in my house, I'll be your shelter

Just pay me back

With one thousand kisses

Be my lover and I'll cover you

Blaine joined in after, picking up Collins' part.

Open your door, I'll be your tenant

Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet

But sweet kisses I've got to spare

I'll be there and I'll cover you

Both boys turned and smiled at each other. Kurt's higher tone seemed to mesh well with Blaine's lower one, and his playing was so natural and flawless, Kurt couldn't help but think about how perfect this moment was. He wanted to spend all his time like this — maybe not exactly like this, though he loved it, he wasn't too keen on always singing. What he meant was, he wanted every moment spent with Blaine to be as perfect as it was now, and he hoped it would last a long time, if not forever.

I think they meant it

When they said you can't buy love

Now I know you can rent it

A new lease you are my love

On life, be my life

Just slip me on, I'll be your blanket

Whenever, whatever

I'll be your coat

They continued on, Blaine stopping singing to laugh as Kurt jumped up on the top of the piano and lay on his stomach, tapping Blaine on the nose.

"Oh, lover. I'll cover you..." they finished.

Kurt hopped off the piano and took his seat back next to Blaine. The shorter boy leaned in to kiss Kurt softly, and they sat in a comfortable silence when he pulled away. Finally, though, Blaine opened his mouth to speak.

"Kurt," he started slowly, "I am so glad you let me into your life."

Kurt smiled fondly, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend again. "I am too."

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"I have to kiss a girl," Kurt wrinkled his nose, a look of pure horror clear in his eyes.

"You've already kissed a girl," Rachel butted in, nonchalantly, looking up at him from the copy of the script Kurt had given her.

Over the past few weeks, Kurt had been offered to take the role for another musical. He was grateful to finally have something to do now, to keep him busy, and he jumped right in when he found out his character was pretty much a cross between Glinda and Elphaba, without the green skin and the bubble, and of course, not female, but there would be tons of glitter. And Kurt couldn't pass that up.

Blaine raised his eyebrow, switching his gaze from Rachel to Kurt. "Oh, really, now?" he inquired, his eyes resting on Kurt.

"It was nothing," Kurt answered back quickly, hoping to drop the subject. But of course Blaine had to be stubborn and continue to nag him about it until Kurt broke down. But Blaine wanted an answer — he was actually quite interested in this, so he wasn't going to give up.

Leaning in closer to Kurt, he rested his chin on his palm, his eyes full of wonder and mischief. "No, I'd actually love to hear about it," he insisted, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

Kurt groaned and buried his face in his hands, which Blaine promptly pulled away and held in his own so the boy was forced to look at him. Blaine listened curiously as Kurt explained the situation.

It was in high school and it was basically a cry for attention, since his father was spending more time with Kurt's then future step-brother, than with his own son. Finn was stealing his dad away from him, and Kurt was having none of it. So, to convince his father that he could be interested in things other than clothes and musicals, things that were more manly than just his occasional showing up at the shop to help out, he started dressing like his father, listening to the music he liked, and he definitely wasn't acting like himself. He'd even kissed Brittany to convince his father of all these things. When he thought back to it, he couldn't believe how stupid he had been.

Blaine continued to listen and watch, only speaking up once Kurt was finished with his story. "That's not so bad," he commented. "It's definitely better than my experience."

Kurt quirked his eyebrow, Blaine's words definitely spiking his interest. He thought what he had done was incredibly embarrassing, he could only imagine what Blaine had done. His eyes trailed through the room, noticing Rachel had left some time ago, probably in the middle of his story, which left only the two boys in the living  room. He turned back to Blaine and smirked.

"Your experience? Oh, do tell."

Blaine chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck. "I was 15, and I'd just come out the year before, but anyway, my friends had forced me into going to a party — long story short, I ended up drunk and we played spin the bottle. I was convinced I was bi for a week until she told me she wanted to marry me and kissed me again. Definitely sure that I'm completely gay after that."

Kurt was trying — and failing — to stifle his giggles. He clamped his hand over his mouth, but he couldn't help the squeaking noises that escaped his lips. "I'm sorry," he said through the giggling, "but oh my god, Blaine."

Blaine rolled his eyes, though there was a smile evident on his face. "Yeah, yeah. Now, let's just get back to the script."

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Kurt made his way down the hallway to Blaine's apartment, sliding his bag back up his shoulder before knocking. After a few moments, there was no answer, so he knocked again. Still no answer. Confused, Kurt pulled his keys out of his bag and searched for the correct key to unlock Blaine's door. It wasn't as if Blaine wasn't  there — Kurt knew he was, he was the one to ask Kurt to come over in the first place. He wouldn't have just left if he knew Kurt was coming. Worry started to fill through Kurt instantly when he realized something could've happened to Blaine, and that's why he wasn't answering. He finally found the right key and unlocked the door quickly, stepping inside.

"Blaine?" he called out, but received no response. He peeked his head around the corner. Well, he wasn't in the living room or kitchen. Kurt tried to calm himself as he made his way down to Blaine's bedroom, telling himself that the boy could just be sleeping and not heard the door. Taking a deep breath, he twisted the knob and pushed the door open. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that Blaine wasn't dead, but he wasn't napping, either. He was sitting with his legs crossed on the bed, staring at his laptop as if someone had died.

"Blaine?" he called again, taking tentative steps toward his boyfriend. He reached his arm out to touch his shoulder, causing Blaine to jump and let out a yelp. He clutched his chest and shook his head, breathing heavily.

"Oh my god, Kurt. You scared me."

Kurt smiled sheepishly, "sorry, baby, but you were in some sort of trance."

Blaine said nothing, and Kurt was starting to worry again. All traces of happiness in Blaine's eyes were gone — unlike his usual warm, honey colour, they were dull. And his lips were pulled into a tight line instead of his usual 'light up the whole city' smile. Tossing his bag aside, Kurt plopped down on the bed next to Blaine, who now had his arms crossed tight over his chest and was back to staring at the laptop.

"Blaine, are you okay?"

Blaine only shrugged and turned his laptop so the screen was facing Kurt. The taller boy skimmed through the article that was pulled up and his jaw dropped. "Oh. Oh, wow."

'Sebastian Smythe, 23, passed away at 2 this morning. An anonymous source has informed us that he seemed to be intoxicated and the incident had happened outside of a bar. A group of guys who were at the bar earlier, the source says, and Smythe had gotten into a fight and the group fled the scene before the police arrived. Officer Marcus found him lying on the ground, with three stab wounds and a gun shot in his abdomen. The funeral will be held on Tuesday.'

Kurt looked sadly over at his boyfriend, smiling weakly. What was he going to do? It was a known fact that Kurt was definitely not fond of Sebastian, so he really had nothing comforting to say. Of course, he never wanted him to die, no matter how much of an asshole he was, but he still hurt Blaine. And it made Kurt physically sick thinking about how Blaine used to love him.

"Do you want to go to the funeral?" he asked quietly, resting his hand on Blaine's arm.

Blaine finally looked up and shook his head repeatedly. "No. All I want to do is lay with you," he said, pulling himself into Kurt's lap.

Kurt smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist, pulling him in closer and leaning back against the headboard of Blaine's bed. They were starting to drift off when a loud bang woke up them up, causing Blaine to squeak and jump out of Kurt's grasp. Kurt rubbed his back to sooth him, but was confused. Since when had Blaine gotten so jumpy? Sure, the knocking had been really loud and unexpected, but Kurt was barely fazed by it. He let go of Blaine when he pulled away to slide off the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed before making his way to the front room to answer the door.

Kurt followed behind slowly, peeking his out from behind the corner to find Wes and David sharing the same sad looks, yet Blaine's expression was just annoyed and frustrated. "Stop apologizing, okay?" he spat. "Sure, Sebastian once meant everything to me, but I'm over him, and I've found someone who is by far better than him. Kurt's not asshole and he actually loves me. So, just... go!" Before either boy got a word in, Blaine was opening the front door and pushing them out. His head was resting in his hands and he let out an aggravated sigh.

He turned around to face Kurt, who was watching him carefully. "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?!" he roared.

This caused a fearful look to flash across Kurt's face and he took a few steps back, bumping into the back of the couch. Blaine's expression softened when he noticed how much he'd scared the boy. He took a tentative step forward and held out his arms. "Not you, Kurt. Never you. Come here, I'm sorry."

Kurt gulped and walked into Blaine's open arms, wrapping this own around the boy's waist tight. "I'm so lucky to have you," Blaine choked out a sob and once again, Kurt found himself rubbing his back and whispering soothing things into the boy's ear to calm him down.

"Shh, baby," he cooed, "come on, go put on a Disney movie and I'll fix us dinner, okay?"

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When dinner was finished and their movie (Aladdin, to which Blaine of course had to sing along to) was over, Kurt was about to head out and back home. However, Blaine seemed to have a different mindset. He suggested they take a walk, though he knew he shouldn't be out too late since he was giving violin lessons to a little boy first thing in the morning, but he couldn't stay cooped up inside any longer. Kurt hesitated at first, but he couldn't just leave Blaine alone, he'd already promised he would be there for him, so he couldn't just turn him down. With a quick text to Rachel saying 'I'll be home late, feed my cat!', the boys slid on their shoes and jackets and set off.

Just walking around the city for a while, they finally reached Times Square when the sun had fully set, the bright lights of the square to shine around them. They browsed around various stores, just for something to do while they were there. Blaine had forced Kurt down to the Hershey's store, and he practically stopped dead in his tracks when he walked out, causing Kurt, who was walking behind Blaine, to run right into hid back. He took a step back and rubbed his head, staring at his boyfriend with a confused expression.

"Blaine? What are you—" his gaze fell in the direction of where Blaine was staring. On the other side of the street was a tall, handsome guy fiddling with his phone while waiting to cross the street. Kurt wrinkled his nose when he realized that Blaine was checking this guy out, so with a huff, he spun on his heel and walked away. Blaine shook himself out of his trance when the guy disappeared, spinning around to see Kurt walking away from him. With a frown, he sprinted down the street  to catch up.

"Kurt! Kurt, hey!" he called, reaching out to grab for the boy's shoulder to stop him. He finally turned around, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, a look of hurt flashing through his eyes.

"What'd you run away for?" Blaine asked with a pout.

"You were openly checking out some guy while your boyfriend was right next to you, and you're asking why I ran away," he rolled his eyes, letting out a humourless laugh.

Kurt had no problem with him thinking other guys were hot — as long as they were celebrities, and non-potential gay men who Blaine could leave Kurt for at anytime. Also since he's had to deal with this with previous boyfriends, he was going to be a little upset with Blaine's actions. More so now because he felt much more closer to this boy than any of the others.

"Kurt," Blaine sighed, reaching out to grab his hands and take them in his, which Kurt, of course, pulled away instantly. "I'm sorry, I didn't — that was nothing. He means nothing, and I have no intentions to act upon getting with him if he's gay — I'll probably never even see him again, and besides, you know you're the one I  want. I love you so much, Kurt. I really do, and I'm really sorry."

Kurt only shrugged in response.

"Kurt," Blaine said again, this time his tone more amused than pleading, "are you jealous?" he asked, raising his triangular eyebrows.

Kurt shook his head excessively, stumbling over his words. "N-no. Shut up." With another huff, he spun around and took off once again.

When they got back to Blaine's apartment, Kurt plopped down on the couch over-dramatically, letting out a sigh to go with it. He wasn't all that mad at Blaine anymore, but he was still stubborn and felt the need to torture Blaine for just a bit longer. He kept his eyes straight towards the window, not even moving or shifting when the boy sat down next to him.

"Kurt, come on," Blaine begged, but received no response. He sighed, reaching his arms out to poke at his sides, earning him a little squeal and a wiggle from Kurt. Blaine smirked, leaning in further to grab at his sides more. Kurt squirmed, not being able to contain his giggles. Blaine grinned slyly, moving around so that Kurt was lying back against the arm of the couch and Blaine was straddling his lap.

"Do you forgive me?"

Kurt shook his head, letting out a squeak when Blaine tickled him harder. He laughed and squirmed again, trying to wriggle out of Blaine's grasp, but with no prevail. Blaine stopped tickling him, instead choosing to grab Kurt's wrists and pin them above his head. Kurt closed his eyes, his breath hitching. This should not be as hot as it was.

"Do you forgive me now?" Blaine repeated when he felt the boy relaxing underneath him.

Kurt nodded. "Yes, yes. Fine, I forgive you." With a smile, Blaine leaned down to kiss his nose.

"I love you."

"I know." Blaine pouted, earning a small giggle on Kurt's part.

"I love you too, silly."