At around 6:00AM, Kurt was awaked abruptly by someone shouting.
“Kurt? Are you home?”
“Wassdat?” Blaine asked sleepily, attempting to untangle himself from Kurt, but the other man shifted until his face was buried in Blaine’s chest.
“Rachel.” He replied, his voice muffled. “She might go away if we’re quiet.”
Blaine laughed and tried again to wiggle out of Kurt’s grasp. “Somehow I doubt it. This is her apartment.”
“Kurt, seriously.” Rachel said, her tone now exasperated. “My dads are here.”
“Crap.” Kurt hissed. Finally he sat up and smiled at Blaine. “Want to meet part of my family?” he asked.
“Why not?” Blaine said and a smile spread across his face that stole Kurt’s breath. Before he could simply push Blaine back on the bed and ignore Rachel for real, he hurried out of the room.
“Hey, Rachel.” He said, slightly breathless.
“Where is your car?” she asked by way of greeting. “I didn’t see it in the lot.”
“It’s at Blaine’s.” he said “Hi, LeRoy. Hi, Hiram.” Kurt greeted the men in turn, hugging them both.
It was then that Blaine emerged from his room with a shy smile in place.
“I guess that answers my next question.” Said Rachel marching toward Blaine with her hand held in front of her. “Rachel Berry, Broadway star. Well, off-Broadway.” She said shaking his hand firmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” With this she shot a pointed look at Kurt, who ignored it in favor of introducing Blaine to Rachel’s dads.
“It’s good to meet you, Blaine.” Hiram said with a wink. “Now we know why Kurt is smiling every time he joins Rachel’s Skype calls.”
Kurt flushed and ducked his head. “Breakfast anyone?” he said and swept toward the kitchen.
“Oh, let me help.” Said LeRoy, following him. “When Hiram and I were in Spain we had the most wonderful eggs…” his voice faded as the door to the kitchen closed, leaving Blaine alone with Hiram and Rachel.
“So, Kurt tells me you’re a teacher.” Said Rachel, grabbing Blaine by the hand and steering him to the nearby sofa.
“Yeah at SUNY.”
“Oh, I know that school.” Said Hiram, leaning forward. “That’s were Rachel’s first dance teacher went to school.”
“They have great fine arts programs.” Blaine said.
This line of conversation occupied the three of them until LeRoy entered the room with an apron that was clearly Rachel’s, pink with white polka dots, tied around his waist. “Breakfast is ready.” He said with a grin.
Hiram rolled his eyes and moved to stand in front of his husband. “How did you manage to get chocolate on your face?” he asked.
“Nutella cr�pes” he said, by way of an explanation.
Hiram reached up and wiped the glob of chocolate hazelnut spread away with a finger and licked it off. “Yum.”
“Daddy, gross.” Rachel said, rolling her eyes. Blaine didn’t think it was gross though. Well maybe a little, but he mostly thought it was sweet. Rachel’s dads were clearly in love.
Kurt’s voice sounded from the kitchen, pulling Blaine out of his thoughts. “Are you guys coming, or am I going to have to eat all this myself?”

After breakfast, Rachel left with her dads to see them off at the airport. As soon as the door snapped closed behind them, Kurt turned to Blaine with a grin and kissed him. “You are the most charming, handsome, wonderful man.” He said, a kiss punctuating every adjective. Blaine laughed.
“Is that so?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m glad I redeemed myself.” He said, his smile fading. “I’m sorry about yesterday, I was a mess. Every time I’m around them I feel like I’m twelve years old again.”
“Oh, sweetie don’t worry about it.” Kurt said, cupping Blaine’s cheek. “Not being accepted by your own family is not a situation that calls for rational thought. Especially when they aren’t accepting someone as wonderful as you are.”
Blaine blushed and pressed his lips to Kurt’s. “I think you might actually be perfect.” He said. Whatever Kurt might have said in reply was stopped with another kiss, and another. “How long is Rachel going to be gone?” Blaine asked after a while.
“At least an hour and a half.”
“Mmm, bedroom.” Blaine said against Kurt’s lips and they began to make their way to the door.

When Rachel returned, Kurt and Blaine were sitting in the living room, trying, and failing, to behave as though they hadn’t been having sex moments before.
Rachel sat down next to her roommate on the couch and said “You two better not have been doing anything…scatological, on this couch.”
Blaine laughed. “Of course not. We did all the scatological stuff on your bed.”
Kurt, who had been taking a sip from his water glass, nearly spewed it all over the table. The three of them burst into a fit of giggles that lasted for several minutes.
When they calmed down, Blaine looked at Kurt. “You know I just realized you haven’t met my friends.” He said.
“Well we should fix that.” Kurt replied, sliding his hand into Blaine’s and grinning at him.
“Okay, you two are going to put me into a diabetic coma.” Said Rachel, getting up off the couch and heading toward her bedroom. “I expect to be invited to this friend blending outing.” She said over her shoulder.
Kurt shot Blaine a questioning look. Blaine laughed. “I am sure that Tina and Mike will love both of you.” He said, squeezing Kurt’s hand.

“Oh, wow.” Kurt said as Mike and Tina Chang walked in the restaurant two nights later, hand in hand. “You didn’t tell me they were gorgeous.” He said to Blaine as he shook their hands.
The couple blushed and ducked their heads in unison.
Tina smiled. “Well he hasn’t shut up about how gorgeous you are.” She said, elbowing her friend in the side.
It was Kurt’s turn to blush. “Really?” he asked, staring at Blaine.
The other man was saved from answering by the arrival of the hostess, who smiled broadly at them. “Five?” she asked.
“Yes, and we’d like a table please.” Said Kurt. “Is the owner in tonight?” He added as they followed the girl into the dining area.
“She sure is.” The girl said. Blaine saw the name Tiffany on her name tag.
“Can you tell her Kurt Hummel and Rachel Berry are here?” Kurt said, flashing Tiffany a charming smile.
“Sure. Do You guys know what you want to drink?” she asked.
“Just water for now.” Kurt said.
“Same.” The other four chorused.
Once Tiffany nodded and took off Blaine turned to his boyfriend. “You know the owner?” he asked.
“Yeah, we went to high school together.”
“Did everyone in Lima move to New York?” Tina asked with a laugh.
Kurt laughed, then thought for a moment. “You know what I never really thought about it much but a lot of the glee club members ended up here, didn’t they Ray?” he said, turning to Rachel with an amused expression.
“Yes, about half I think.” She looked as though she was about to say something else but her focus shifted to something over Blaine’s shoulder and she grinned. “”Quinn!” she said brightly.
They all turned to see a beautiful blonde woman walking toward them with a radiant smile.
“Why didn’t you guys call first?” she asked, squeezing Kurt’s shoulders affectionately.
“I wanted to, but Kurt wanted to surprise you.” Rachel said quickly.
Quinn rolled her eyes and smiled, “Who are the new editions?” she asked, waving a hand in Blaine, Tina and Mike’s direction.
It was Kurt who spoke up. “This is my boyfriend Blaine Anderson and his friends Mike and Tina Chang. Guys this is Quinn Fabray-Davis.”
Quinn nodded to each of them in turn and then glanced at her watch. “Shoot I have to get back to work. I’m going to have Greg whip you guys up something special.” She said giving Kurt’s shoulder a final squeeze and hurried away.
Dinner went spectacularly well. The five of them got along as if they had known each other for years and the food was incredible, prompting Blaine to insist Quinn bring out her husband so he could tell him so. After dinner they went to Kurt and Rachel’s apartment for drinks. They talked for several hours, swapping stories about their pasts. Blaine even felt comfortable enough to mention his ex’s betrayal.
“So let me get this straight.” Rachel said loudly, her words a little slurred from the wine. “You dated Blake Devon and he stole I Still Think from you?” she looked at Blaine incredulously.
“Yeah.” Said Blaine, adjusting his position on the couch. “Bastard doesn’t even sing it right.” He grumbled.
“How is it supposed to be sung?” asked Kurt with curiosity.
“I have a guitar.” Rachel announced suddenly.
Kurt looked at her with raised eyebrows.
“Noah was teaching me when we dated.” She explained with a blush. “I haven’t touched it much since then. You can borrow it.” With that she charged off to her room, presumably to fetch the instrument.
When she returned it was indeed with a guitar. She handed it to Blaine forcefully, nearly falling into Kurt’s lap. He guided her down onto the sofa as Blaine began to mess with the guitar as he had with his, tuning it carefully. Once he was done he looked up at Kurt, who flashed him an encouraging smile, and began to play.

My life is a series of actors changing
Places except there’s no back stage
And there’s no place for me

It’s okay though
The jokes on the television
Make me laugh
Remind me that
It’s okay not to have
A backstage or a place to hide

Everyone in the room was mesmerized. Kurt couldn’t believe this was the same, boy band pop song he had been hearing on the radio for weeks. This was slower, it had a more interesting rhythm, and it was sung with such passion. The same way Blaine sang everything. It was clear who should be singing this song.
Kurt couldn’t take his eyes off of Blaine and slowly, the world narrowed, until even if he had been able to look anywhere else he wouldn’t have seen anything. The whole world was right here, him and Blaine and the guitar and the wine that gave everything a pleasant haze.
As he started the last verse, Blaine scrunched up his face, his eyes closed tight, and a low growl that hadn’t been present in his voice before found its way in.

One more question
How is this one big lesson?
I don’t think that there’s a quiz
But if there is, I’ll be
Outside

Playing in the yard
Swinging on monkey bars
Exercising my right to this recess
From this lesson
That I’ve tried

He played the last chorus and opened his eyes, locking them with Kurt’s and smiling. That was it. That was the moment that Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson realized they were head over heels in love with each other.
“Well it’s getting late.” Said Tina, breaking the spell
“Yeah we should get going.” Mike said.
They both stood.
“I’ll show you out.” Rachel said hastily.
Kurt and Blaine could do no more than stare at each other until Rachel returned saying something over her shoulder about beauty rest before slamming the door of her bedroom closed. Without a word, Kurt stood and held out a hand to Blaine, who took it and followed him into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
They turned to face each other, still half an arm’s length apart, hands still clasped. As if they had planned it, they both stepped forward at the same time, their lips meeting in a slow, lingering kiss. Kurt pulled Blaine over to the bed where they sat down, kissing some more before beginning to slowly undress each other.
Blaine felt as though he was dreaming. The difference between having sex and making love hadn’t quite sunk in until this moment. Neither of them had spoken up until now but Blaine broke the silence.
“Kurt I want you inside me.” He said breathlessly.
Kurt looked at him in surprise. “Are you sure? We’ve never..”
“I haven’t ever done this with anyone.” Blaine said. “But I trust you, and I want it to be you.”
Kurt smiled, trying not to tear up as he ran a hand down Blaine’s face. “Okay.” He whispered.
Kurt reached over to the nightstand and found the bottle of lube Blaine had left there the last time they had been here and smeared a measure of it on his fingers, running one of them around Blaine’s entrance, then slipping two of them slowly inside him.
Blaine cried out at the pleasure and slight burn and begged Kurt to move them. He complied, sliding in and out, going deeper each time until the probing fingers found Blaine’s prostate.
“Kurt.” Blaine gasped and locked eyes with the other boy.
In accordance with Blaine’s silent request, Kurt slid his fingers out of Blaine and pulled him into a fierce kiss as one hand groped in the drawer for a condom.
Blaine sat up and took it from Kurt’s shaking fingers. He ripped open the package and somewhat clumsily put on the rubber, then grabbed the lube. Blaine coated his whole hand with it before sliding it slowly up and down Kurt’s cock.
The other boy moaned and threw his head back at the contact. After a few more strokes, Blaine guided Kurt to his entrance.
Kurt looked at Blaine, his eyes dilated. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. Blaine nodded and Kurt entered him, very slowly, only an inch at a time, until he could go no farther. Blaine winced as the muscles stretched to accommodate Kurt. “Are you alright?” Kurt ground out, finding it hard to talk.
“’mfine.” Blaine said quickly. “Move.”
Instead of immediately doing what Blaine asked, Kurt grabbed him firmly by the hips and without pulling out, flipped them over so that he was on his back. “Ride me.” He said, one corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile.
Blaine returned the smile and began to move, slowly at first, trying to find an angle that felt the best. When he and Kurt both gasped at the same time he realized he had undoubtedly found it and began to increase his pace.
The only sounds that could be heard in the room were their breathing and of their skin sliding together. Kurt could feel that he was getting close. He opened his eyes to watch Blaine, who he found was already watching him. Seconds later, Kurt met his release, crying out and throwing his head back as he did so. He looked at Blaine again to find that he had a hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking himself.
Kurt knew he could and probably should replace Blaine’s hand with his but this was so damn hot, Blaine still straddling him, his head thrown back and his eyes closed fucking his own hand while Kurt was still inside him, he could do nothing but watch.
Blaine’s eyes snapped open and sought out Kurt’s and with their gazes locked, Blaine went over the edge, shuddering with the force of his orgasm. They continued to stare at each other as their breathing returned to normal.
Blaine carefully lifted himself off Kurt and cleaned the two of them up, taking extra care with Kurt, then settled down onto the other man’s chest.
“Kurt.” Blaine said so softly that he might have missed it if he hadn’t been so close to his ear.
“Yeah?”
Blaine shifted until he was looking Kurt in the eye. “I love you.”
Kurt’s breath caught in his throat. “I love you, too.” He said.
“I’m scared.” Blaine admitted, settling back down on Kurt’s chest.
“Me too.” Said Kurt, wrapping an arm around him. “But we aren’t alone.”
“No.” Blaine said fighting a yawn “We aren’t.”
They would talk more about this later, Kurt thought, but right now his eye lids were heavy and he was safe and loved and he had never been happier in his life.