Chapter 30

It was silly that what he was about to do made him so nervous, he had dealt with way harder situations in his life and he was facing some others in the near future. It was his father, for god’s sake, probably the most understanding father a kid could ask for. He took a deep breath and entered the kitchen.

“Dad?” Kurt asked.

His dad was sitting at the table alone, bills and papers in front of him.

“Kurt,” His dad looked up, excited to have him there, “everything okay?” He asked when he saw his son’s distressful expression.

“Yeah, yeah.” Kurt took a second before speaking again, time that Burt apparently found amusing, given his little smirk. “I was wondering... You know Blaine and I are going back to New York in the same flight early tomorrow and, as he and his family are coming here tonight, it doesn’t really make much sense for him to drive all the way back to Westerville and then get his brother to drive him to Columbus tomorrow.” Kurt looked at his dad, expecting him to had caught the hint by then.

“So?” Burt asked and Kurt knew, in his expression, that his dad was having fun at his expense. He cursed himself for letting it get to him anyway.

“So... I wanted to know if he could spend the night here and drive with us to the airport tomorrow morning?”

“I guess we can always prepare him the guest room.” Burt said, trying for serious but Kurt could see through him.

Kurt sighed. “I... I thought maybe...”

“Yes, Kurt.” His father interrupted, his tone back to normal.

Kurt’s eyes opened wide.

“Yes” His father repeated with a nod when Kurt locked eyes with him.

He was already walking out of the kitchen and taking his phone out to call Blaine when his dad spoke again. “No funny business, young man.”

Kurt ducked his head and made an effort to walk and not run to his room.

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Kurt rushed to the door as soon as it rang. If asked, he would say he was being a good host, but really he was just dying to see Blaine. They had only been apart for four days, but in that time Blaine had given an interview mostly about Kurt that was being refered around the internet as ‘The one where Blaine is so sickly in love you may want to puke”, they had spent Christmas apart and, if that wasn’t enough, the day marked the one year anniversary of their first date (Kurt was not obsessed with dates, he was just very good at remembering them, ok?). Kurt really wanted to see his boyfriend, so sue him.

He opened the door to see Blaine first. His boyfriend, aparently as eager as him to reunite, pulled him close immediately. Blaine moved just enough to peck him on the lips and gave him a full grin. Excited as he was, Kurt was conscious enough to not want to leave his boyfriend’s family outside in the freezing cold and separated from Blaine enough to invite them inside. Mrs. Anderson gave him a warm knowing smile as she hugged him briefly and Cooper greeted him as a long lost friend. Even when composed as always, Mr. Anderson too seemed to be in a good mood, going by the soft smile on his lips and the tenderness on his grip as he shook Kurt’s hand.

Introductions went as well as Kurt could have expected. Once they were at the dinner table, their parents did have some difficulties having common grounds in conversation. A couple of times Cooper’s silliness was needed to put an end to a weird silence. But overall, their families were being nice to each other, they were getting alone well enough and, well, they were trying. They were trying to make it work for them and that was what meant the most in Kurt’s eyes. He got caught up in thoughts and dreams of their families together, not a day after Christmas but for the holidays, next time, or maybe a little further along the road, but eventually.

He realized then how... permanent that sounded. And when Blaine squeezed his knee and gave him one of those famous, sided, cute, little smiles of his. That smile that he knew there were entire blogs dedicated to. That’s when he realized, the idea of permanent, it didn’t scare him at all.

Blaine’s family left eventually, after what Kurt would call a successful night and the boys volunteered to do the washing up, being left alone in the Hummel-Hudson’s kitchen. After handing Blaine the last dish to dry, Kurt walked to hug him from behind. His fingers gripped tight on Blaine’s hip, succeeding in getting his attention.

“I missed you” Kurt murmured into Blaine’s neck as he plastered kisses there.

“Mhhm” Was all Blaine gave as a response, leaning back to Kurt’s body.

Kurt kept kissing, moving up until he was sucking Blaine’s earlobe into his mouth. “So much.” Blaine turned in his embrace, going for a fervent kiss.

His hands were already untying Blaine’s bow tie, when Kurt had a moment of conciousness and, with a hand in Blaine’s chest to keep him in place, pulled back. He opened his eyes in time to see Blaine, eyes still closed, leaning forward as he searched for his lips. “We’re at my parent’s” He explained.

“And they’re asleep already” Blaine said, pulling him close again, the hand he had low on Kurt’s back moving to cup his ass. He nibbled at Kurt’s jaw.

“My dad is here. And we have had enough awkward morning conversations with Rachel to know that we’re not quiet.” Kurt puntuated.

Blaine lowered his head with a giggle, but then tried and composed himself. “Ok, ok, let’s be good boys.”

Kurt hugged him. “Sorry” He said, kissing his boyfriend’s temple.

“It’s fine, I like not being killed by your dad.”

Kurt chuckled. “Come on, let’s go to bed. We still can cuddle.”

They laid in bed, Blaine’s head pillowed in Kurt’s chest as his hand traced patterns lightly over Kurt’s undershirt. Soft, subtle, barely there touches that were clouding Kurt’s mind with sheer love for the man in his arms. Kurt played with a curl around his finger and he was already talking when he realized he had never made the conscious decision to say anything.

“Um, do you remember, back when I went to see you in LA,”

Blaine stopped his caressing and shifted, his chin on his now unmoving hand, looking up at Kurt adorably.

Once he had Blaine’s full attention, Kurt went back to his impromptu speech. “We were talking about being seen without the girls and you said it didn’t matter because soon everyone would know?”

Blaine gave him a little nod, clearly clueless about where Kurt was heading.

 He took a deep breath, when he spoke again, his voice was rough, “I clung to that ‘soon’ as if it was everything, I would repeat it to myself to calm myself down.”

“Kurt” Baline pleaded, his voice pained.

The other boy shook his head a little, asking his boyfriend to let him finish, to let him get it all out. “At first it just felt good to know you were thinking about it, that when we have talked about you eventually coming out you haven’t meant twenty years from now. But then, it was the time we only saw each other at your place and we wouldn’t even have much time when we did. And then there where those times that I wouldn’t even know when I would be able to leave your place after I made it there, because you had an army camping outside. That was a time when it was really getting to me.”

Kurt stopped and stroked the side of Blaine’s face, affected by the look in his hazel eyes. Blaine’s eyes were glossy as he turned to kiss Kurt’s palm. “I’m not saying this to upset you, I don’t hold it against you.” He needed to explain that before continuing. “And then the day of the show’s premiere you broke down on me and I felt so selfish.” Blaine communicated his disapproval on that by squeezing Kurt’s waist where he had a hold on him. “You were trying so hard.” Kurt added. “And we weren’t good at talking to each other back then.” He sighed, reflecting.

He took a moment again, something in the air made it clear they were not in any hurry. His attention was on Blaine, lightly tracing his nose, his cheeckbone, his jaw, his chin. “What I’m trying to say here is that, when I heard you talk like that in the interview the other day, it felt wrong that you gave me so much credit when I was struggling so much with this. I just needed you to know it all.”

Blaine left a kiss to his chest, just over his heart, before looking him in the eye. “Kurt...It kills me to know you weren’t happy and it probably would have affected me even more back then.” He confessed. “I guess, in retrospective, is good to know you are actually human, because how you were always so okay with all of this was something I didn’t actually understand. I kind of was expecting you to snap at some point but you never did. Even when you wanted to change the way we were using the girls as a cover, I was more worked up than you that night.” He gave Kurt a small, sweet smile. “I’m so glad we talk about this things now and I wish we had been better at this before, but I’m okay with things the way they went. It was a hard year, but we somehow made it here and that’s all I care about.” Blaine pulled himself up enough to move and kiss Kurt chastely. “I don’t know all you thought and felt during this, but I mean it when I say how much you helped me through this. Nothing you say would make me take that back. I love you.” He murmured into Kurt’s lips.

Kurt mumbled something close enough to “Love you, too”, pulling Blaine closer and fully on top of him and kissing him more. Blaine laughed into the kiss at Kurt’s eagerness.

This time it was Blaine who stopped things from escalating further. He rolled away from Kurt but positioned both of them so they were on their sides, facing each other. He leaned forward, rubbing his nose to Kurt’s. “Come with me to the Golden Globes?” He asked softly.

Kurt gasped. “Okay.”