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The remaining of the night of the Golden Globes happened in a blur for Kurt. After the awards, they joined the cast of On Our Own to the party that the network hosted. Time flew by as they met people and Blaine got constantly congratulated. Congratulatory sex when they got back to Blaine's was the perfect end for an already perfect night.

They slept in the following morning and enjoyed a lazy afternoon later. Not without holding hands on their walk to the closest restaurant for dinner, just to make sure to enjoy their just found freedom.

On the day of their anniversary, Kurt woke up early and prepared a picnic for two. He went to wake Blaine up with lazy kisses, giving him just enough time to take a shower and get dressed. That way, he wouldn't have much time to shower Kurt with questions about what they were doing before the car got there.

The car drove them to a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city Kurt have never been to. Blaine's curiosity had definitely pricked up. Jack, who used to fly Blaine often, had been waiting for them in a small helicopter just ready to fly. He took them on a journey over the city and to the hills, leaving them to their picnic on the top of one which was far away enough to be private but close enough to have a good view of the city.

For the night, Kurt cooked, they banned Cooper from the house and stayed inside.

They flew to New York on Wednesday and Kurt was stuck with catching up with work for the rest of the week. He was so busy that he didn't have much time to listen to the repercussions of his now public relationship, or think about it at all, only hearing a little from Blaine over the phone.

On Friday, the cast and crew of On Our Own celebrated a party in honor of their Golden Globe win. Kurt was Blaine's date. It seemed to Kurt like everyone they met was excited or curious to meet him.

One of the girls from the costume design department, Sally, almost ran to them as she saw the couple. She wanted to know if Kurt was responsible for Blaine’s mysterious new bow tie collection. She was thrilled when Kurt assumed the guilt. “He’s so easy to try new things with.” He had said smiling. “I got the feeling that I could get him to wear a pattern of fuchsia dinosaurs dancing the conga if I make a bow tie with it. The worst thing is that he would find the way to pull it off.” He was pretty sure he had won her heart after that.

Later, Sally introduced him to the whole department, including her boss, imminence in her job with an extravagant personality and a flamboyant outfit. The woman had contacts Kurt would sell an arm for.  During all that, Blaine stood by his side, letting him shine as if the night was all about Kurt.

Blaine was joking with Zooey when Lucy approached Kurt and engaged him in a conversation. He found her really nice to be around. It was after Blaine walked to where he was sitting, told him he was going to get them drinks and kissed him naturally, without a glance to see who was looking, that Lucy regarded a subject that would leave Kurt wondering. “So, how are you coping with being public?”

“I don’t think I have seen much of a difference yet.” He had answered.

“Where do you live? I could use a vacation there.” She joked.

He smiled. “It’s just that I’ve been very busy this week, I haven’t seen much. You’re scaring me a bit. Should I be scared?” He asked but mostly was wondering himself.

“Sorry, it wasn’t my intention.” She said quickly. She placed a caring hand on his knee. “What I mean is that we always have someone who doesn’t like us but when you’re exposed like this, it makes some people think it is okay to say anything they want aloud. They seem to forget you’re a person too. It’s not as we can do much about it, you learn to live with it. But the first impact, it can get to you.”

Kurt gave her a sad smile, not sure how to answer. She didn’t seem to mind. He was quiet and thoughtful for a few minutes after that, only getting back to the time being when Blaine neared them with that joyous look that always made Kurt smile. He wanted to think that after years of being bullied and called names in high school his skin had grown thick enough. However, he couldn’t help the feeling that now the harm done could be so much bigger and hurtful than before. He shacked himself out of it, he was having a good night he didn’t want to jeopardize. He would have time to worry later.

They spent the night at Blaine’s. Kurt woke up earlier that he usually would on a Saturday. He was gripping the cup in his hands, delighting himself with the smell of the perfectly brewed coffee from Blaine’s expensive machine, when he caught sight of the laptop lying on the table. The feeling of the conversation with Lucy came back and he couldn’t fight the urge. He needed to take a look.

He turned it on and logged in on Twitter. He had never used his Twitter much, so he didn’t have many followers. However, he had gained 7000 new ones over the week. He looked at his mentions, it was overwhelming.

There was support and witty comments about how, out of the blue, way too many teenage girls now wished nothing more than to wake up and find out they have switched bodies with him over the night.

There was craziness and excitement, Internet slangs that he couldn’t decipher and plain weirdness.

There were some really nice compliments; on his clothes and on his hair and on his face. There even was one on his ass.

There were treats if he dared to break Blaine’s heart. Most of them were meant to be funny and not taken seriously, a few he wasn’t so sure.

And there was hate. It was not that he didn’t expect it, but it became suddenly more serious when he saw it on the screen. There were insults and slugs and homophobia just like the one he had faced when he was a teen. It felt a little like high school all over again. It was hard to take a deep breath and don’t let it go to his head. He blocked and blocked people until he felt he was breathing normally again.

And then, then was what Lucy had tried to warn him about. He didn’t even realize it at first, after the hate, they almost looked harmless. But a feeling sank on his heart. It was the “Was I the only one who expected @KurtHummel to be a bit less of a cliché? Kind of disappointed on Blaine” and “I don’t get what @BlaineAnderson sees on @KurtHummel”. The “I’m sorry but @KurtHummel has a serious case of the gay face. Come on, Blaine, you can do better!” and “@KurtHummel seemed okay but then he talked. The guy has to be the one making Mickey Mouse’s voice!”. The accounts had names like @AmyandChase5ever and @Joshlover or had Blaine’s name on it. They weren’t random haters, they were Blaine’s fans.

He replayed Lucy’s words in his head. It was as if, because his face had been on TV next to Blaine’s, they now had the right to have a complete opinion on his persona and how worth he was of being with him. And based on what? The way he looked and talked?

He heard a door open and turned to see Blaine approaching him. He was wearing old sweatpants and seemed to be still half sleep. He moved a chair behind the one Kurt was using and hugged him from behind, clutching to him like a koala bear and burring his face in the crook of Kurt’s neck. “Why aren’t you in my bed?” He asked, a bit needy, in a throaty voice as he kissed his neck sloppily.

Kurt was having trouble finding his voice to answer, which Blaine realized. He raised his head to see what Kurt was looking at. “That’s not a good idea.” He said matter-of-factly.

Kurt would have sworn he was close to tears. However, he chuckled. Blaine looked up, surprised, and then he started laughing, too. Kurt’s cheeks were wet; he was crying and laughing at the same time.

When they calmed down, Blaine caressed his cheek with a sweet look. “You okay?” He asked, concern in his tone.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck. “How wouldn’t I? I have you, don’t I?”

Blaine smiled, bright and heartfelt. “Oh, sweetheart. That you so do.”