“So, you invited us to dinner - but were cooking?” Kurt asked his father, a teasing note in his voice.

“Oh, no, I can cook. Do you want tuna casserole with potato chip crust or nachos?” Burt asked and Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Lucky for you, we went grocery shopping at the farmers market on the way. Go make yourself comfortable and well get busy with making you dinner,” Kurt sassed his father. Burt grinned and ruffled his sons hair as he walked by, then gave Blaine a soft punch in the shoulder, happy to see they boy wink back at him.

The boys started blanching the tomatoes for the sauce, Blaine doing more of the actual work than usual because Kurt was in the wheelchair and couldnt reach the sink or stove. It was difficult to stay positive while he was so restricted, but Blaine went out of his way to laugh and keep Kurts spirits up as they worked together.

“When do you think we should talk to Dad?” Kurt asked, a little apprehensive about bringing up the subject of him going to Dalton. Blaine had spent an hour at the Headmasters house early this morning and came back to the dorm with good news. Pending Kurts entrance scores, a full scholarship would be granted in the name of Blaines parents because of their immense contributions to Dalton. Now they just had to talk Burt into it.

“How about during dinner? Or maybe just after. We brought cheesecake,” Blaine grinned.

Dinner was a success: polenta with marinara sauce and crusty garlic bread. When everyone had eaten their fill, they went to the den to watch a game. The Buckeyes were playing.

Sitting on the sofa, leaning against Blaine, Kurt tried to follow the game. He really did. Blaine seemed interested, cheering along with Burt as the team made a goal of some sort.

“Okay, whats up?” Burt asked, muting the sound during half-time and looking at his son.

“What makes you think theres something up?” Kurt asked innocently, although he knew his dad had some sort of radar concerning him.

“You have been sitting on that sofa for an entire half of a football game. What did you do?” Burt asked. Kurt never sat through a football game which made Burt wonder if Kurt had done something he was worried about being in trouble about.

“Mr. Hummel, if I may?” Blaine started.

Burt pinned him to the sofa with a look.

“I was concerned, and I know you are, too, about Kurt going back to McKinley tomorrow. Ive been thinking about this for a while, and now seemed the right time to talk to you about it,” he started. Burt just looked at the boy, one eyebrow raised in question.

“I spoke to Headmaster Worthington this morning and Kurt might be eligible for a scholarship to Dalton. It is a safer environment because the policy on no bullying is strictly enforced. There is a higher expectation of their students academic careers and getting into the college of his choice would be something that would benefit Kurt. What do you think about it?” Blaine asked, looking straight into Burts eyes.

“I think it sounds too good to be true,” Burt said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“It isnt an automatic thing. Kurt will have to take the entrance exams and pass with a score above 95% to actually get the scholarship. Hell have to work hard to catch up to the rest of his classmates, but I can help with that. Its no free ride, and he will have to be on his toes all the time and keep up, but I have faith that hell be able to do that,” Blaine said, still watching Burt.

“Kurt, what do you want?” Burt asked.

“I want to go. I am going to need a good education. With my handicap, its just a foregone conclusion that I wont be playing baseball for the Steelers.”

Burt and Blaine both broke out in laughter.

“What? Some amputees play sports! Why are you laughing at me?” Kurt asked, his bitch glare on the two laughing men.

“Ah...Blaine? You want to tell him or shall I?” Burt asked.

“Go ahead...hes too close and I dont want to get punched,” Blaine said, shrugging his shoulders.

“The Steelers are a football team, kiddo, not baseball,” Burt said, his body still shaking with laughter.

“Oh. Well, you know what I mean, right?”

“Yeah, kid, I do.”

“So, do I have your permission to take the entrance exams for Dalton?” Kurt asked.

“Yes. Dont be disappointed if you dont make it, but I think youre probably smart enough to ace it. When does this happen?” Burt asked, turning to Blaine.

“Monday. Tomorrow. Dr. Worthington said he can take them at ten. He can go home with me tonight and be fresh in the morning, ready to take the exams. Does that sound like a good idea, Mr. Hummel?” Blaine asked.

Burt sat and thought for a few moments.

“Lets watch the rest of the game. Ill think about it,” Burt said, a frown on his face.

The truth was that Burt was thrilled that his son might get a chance to go to such a prestigious school. He had been worried for quite some time about how he was going to pay for Kurts college. So worried that hed looked into what his house was worth in case he needed to sell it and just live in the rooms above the tire and lube shop. He knew Kurt would never agree to that, but Burt was determined to give Kurt some kind of advantage in life after so many bad things had happened to him.

“Do I need to buy him uniforms?” Burt asked. “Ive seen your blazer and those fancy slacks. How many does he need to have?”

“Its part of the tuition, so it will be covered. He gets two blazers, six pairs of slacks, a wine red sweater vest, a Navy long-sleeved sweater, a dozen white button down shirts: six long sleeved and six short, and four ties. Hell get one trench coat in Navy blue and a wine red or Navy blue pea-coat. Just about everything will have the Dalton Crest on it. There is a dry cleaning service on campus. If he wants to have shirts with French cuffs, he can, but hell have to buy the Dalton cuff links.”

“Oh, well, thats fine then,” Burt said. He knew from Kurts face that he would be buying the cuff links.

Blaine suddenly jumped to his feet along with Burt as their team scored a touchdown. Unfortunately, Kurt had been lying on Blaines lap and ended up on the floor.

“Oh...oh, my stars....Kurt! Beau! Are you all right?” Blaine asked, on his knees trying to help Kurt back onto the sofa. Kurt looked at him with his very best ice-bitch blood curdling glare. Blaine shied back at the impact of that glare, but bravely took Kurt around his waist and hefted him back on the sofa, cradling him against his side and whispering in his ear as he stroked his arm.

Burt was braced for the next explosion – he hadnt been the victim of that glare for a few years, having learned how to avoid it, but he was almost worried about Blaines health. As he watched, Kurt calmed down and relaxed as Blaine massaged the stump of his right leg, asking if that helped. To Burts utter amazement, Kurt pulled Blaine down and kissed his cheek. Burt shook his head. Now hed seen everything. Maybe Blaine was more important to Kurt that just a first crush after all.

During the fourth quarter, Kurt fell asleep with his head on Blaines lap again and Burt saw the older boy stroking his sons hair. He was pretty sure Blaine wasnt even aware he was doing it. Burt sighed to himself, all he ever wanted was for Kurt to be happy and Blaine Anderson might just be the answer to that.

After the game, Blaine offered to help Kurt fill in the stack of forms to apply for the scholarship. They moved to the dining room table to work on it.

“Name. Thats easy. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel,” Blaine said as he started to write the letters in the boxes provided.

Burt looked up from where he was reading the newspaper at the end of the table.

“What?” he asked, looking puzzled.

“Just his name,” Blaine said.

Kurt was hiding his face in his hands.

“Ah...thats what he told me it was, named after his mother,” Blaine said.

“No, thats not his name. Just put the initial C for his middle name,” Burt growled.

“What? C? What does that stand for?”

“Its just a letter. Put it down and go on. Nobody needs to know more than that,” Burt said, frowning. He sounded serious.

Blaine looked at Kurt and saw him blushing dark red, trying not to look at his father.

“Didnt you tell me you were named after your mother?” Blaine asked.

“I was named after my dad,” Kurt said in a very quiet voice, not looking at Burt at all.

“It requires the full name, not an initial. Cmon, it cant be that bad. Did you say B? For Burt?” Blaine asked, applying white-out to the error.

Kurt bent his index finger and made a motion for Blaine to come close. When he leaned in, Kurt whispered in his ear. Blaine burst out in raucous laughter, holding his stomach. Kurt tried his best not to break his stoic look, but the corners of his mouth came up.

Burt saw what was happening and got up from the table, walking up the stairs quickly. As he reached the landing he heard Blaines voice follow him up the stairs.

“Your dads name? Burt is short for CUTHBURT???” Blaine said very loudly.

They heard the door slam.

Sunday evening, when all the papers were filled out and Kurts suitcase was packed for a few days, they got ready for the drive back to Westerville.

“Im gonna miss my dad,” Kurt said, looking sad.

“Were only two hours away. Ill drive you any time you want to come visit him. I promise,” Blaine assured his boyfriend.

“I want to say goodbye, can you go up and knock on the door and ask him to come down?” Kurt asked.

“Sure,” Blaine agreed and went up the stairs. He was apprehensive, given the teasing hed done earlier, but Kurt had asked this of him. He knocked.

“Yes?”

“Kurt and I are ready to go. He wants to say goodbye,” Blaine said.

Burt came out, dressed in his pajamas and a black robe that might have been velvet in another lifetime. It had faded leaving the soft nap of the velvet behind, looking more like a well-loved teddy bears fur than the elegant garment it used to be. He was wearing big furry slippers that looked like puppies. Blaine smirked.

Burt walked down the stairs and hugged Kurt to his chest, picking him up out of the wheelchair.

“I know youll make me proud, Kurt. I love you, son,” he said, hugging him tighter for a moment before setting him back in the chair. He blinked back tears and Kurt looked just like his dad – same red eyes as he tried not to cry.

“I love you, too, Dad. Well be home on Friday night for dinner. I promise,” he said and Burt patted his shoulder and turned to Blaine.

“You take care of my son, Blaine. Im trusting you with the most precious thing in my life, you know. Call me -both of you,” he demanded. Blaine turned to push the wheelchair when Burt coughed a little and hugged Blaine, too. “Youre family now, kid.”

Burt walked them to the door, holding it open as Blaine wheeled Kurt to his car. The boy helped Kurt in, then folded the chair to put in the trunk of the car. They both waved at Burt before driving away.

Burt shut and locked the door, then sat on the bench in the front hall and put his head in his hands. He was going to miss those boys.

Back at Dalton, Blaine helped get Kurt settled for the night, folding his clothes into the empty dresser by the far wall, then hung up everything else. Kurt was tired and hopeful that he would pass the entrance exams tomorrow. Blaine came to help him into bed. Just as he was tucking in the blankets, a knock came to the door.

“Its just me,” said a voice from the other side before the knob turned and Trent came into the room. “Hey, is it true?” he asked, looking from Blaine to Kurt and back again.

“Is what true?” Blaine asked, but he smiled because he knew what Trent was asking.

“Yes!” Kurt crowed. “Im taking the exams tomorrow and maybe by this time next week, Ill be a student here at Dalton!” Kurt showed his happiness at that prospect. Blaine was grinning from ear to ear.

“Ohhh! Thats great. I was afraid Anderson was kidding when he texted me earlier. Well, best of luck, Kurt. But you wont need it – I know youll ace those exams. Hey, can you sing?”

“Yeah, I like singing. I was in the glee club at school. Why?” Kurt asked.

Trent grinned at Blaine as he saw the boys eyes light up. Apparently Blaine had the same idea.

“Ever think about becoming a Warbler?” he asked.

“A what?” Kurt asked, looking between the two boys.

“Sit back, well tell you,” Trent offered. They told Kurt all about the fine tradition of the Warblers and Blaine got his guitar. Trent asked Kurt to sing something and Blaine really smiled. He knew what Kurts voice sounded like and struck the intro notes to “Dont Cry for Me, Argentina”.

Trent was blown away. Kurt could sing like a nightingale.

“Oh, youve been holding out on us, Anderson. When were you going to spring this surprise?” Trent asked.

“As soon as he got the scholarship, of course,” Blaine grinned.

“I hate to break up this little talent scout meeting, but I have exams tomorrow. Could you two take it out in the hall? I need to sleep,” Kurt said politely, smiling at his two friends.

“I have to go anyway. Ill see you tomorrow,” Trent said, leaving to go back to his dorm.

You know youre going to be fine, right?” Blaine said, combing his fingers through Kurts hair. Kurt leaned into Blaines hand, his eyes closed at the good feeling that came with the gentle touch.

“Yes, but Im still a bit apprehensive. A good nights sleep will fix that. Did you lock the door?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah, Trent locked it when he left. Oh, I got you a set of keys. Here,” Blaine said, taking two keys out of his pocket. “One for the building, one for the dorm room.”

“Thanks, Blaine. I hope I can use them – Im still a bit worried. I wont rest until the scores are on Headmaster Worthingtons desk,” he admitted.

“Just let it go tonight. Worrying wont change anything, you just have to let fate take its course, Beau. Now, let me hold you and well both get a good nights sleep,” Blaine assured his boyfriend.

Blaine got ready for bed, taking off his clothes and getting into bed with just his briefs and pajama pants. Kurt scooted back, Blaine reaching around his waist to pull him in tight. They kissed goodnight and were asleep in minutes.

~KB~KB~KB~KB~KB~

The exams were much harder than Kurt had imagined, but he did his best. They were much like the SATs hed practiced, so he thought he might have a chance, but he would have to wait for the results. Hed have been feeling a lot better if he was more sure of his academic ability, but years of poorly funded public school had made him lazy. He tried to learn a lot on his own, he spent an amazing amount of time at the library and he always had his nose in a book – he could only hope that would be enough.

After the last test was over, one of the student workers in the Headmasters office offered to push the wheelchair to take Kurt back to Blaines dorm in Candelaria Hall. Kurt used his key to get in and thanked the student for helping him.

“No problem. I hope you did well, Trent and Blaine talk about you all the time. I hope if you get in that you can try out for the Warblers,” the boy said, smiling at Kurt.

“Are you in the choir?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah. My name is Wes Montgomery. Im head of the counsel. If youre as amazing as they keep telling me, youre going to be a welcome addition. We havent had a countertenor since Ive been here at Dalton,” the boy said.

“I guess well know tomorrow. Thank you again for your help, Wes,” Kurt said, a bit lacking in things to say after the past four hours of testing. All he really wanted was to take a nap before dinner.

“Ill see you around. Here, let me give you my number,” Wes said, taking out his cell and they exchanged numbers.

“There, now call if you need anything. Good to meet you, Kurt,” Wes said, standing up to leave.

“Good to meet you, too,” Kurt smiled, happy at the prospect of a friend.

Kurt changed into some comfortable clothes. Hed tried to get into bed, but the mattress was a good deal higher than the seat in the wheelchair and he needed help. He pushed himself over to the sofa and was able to move himself onto the seat. Lying down, he regretted not bringing a blanket with him but was too tired to go back to get one. He laid down on the pillow and fell asleep.

Blaine got back from his last class and Warbler practice, anxious to see Kurt. He smiled to himself to see the smaller boy asleep on the sofa. He looked cold, all wrapped into a ball as he gripped a second pillow to his chest. Blaine got a quilt out of his blanket chest and smoothed it over Kurts body as he slept.

It was just a short time later that Kurts cell rang and he sat up to answer.

“Yes, Headmaster Worthington, this is Kurt. Yes. Oh? Well, thank you. Yes, I am excited -and honored. Yes, I will see you in your office tomorrow at eight. Thank you again for letting me know so soon. Goodbye,” Kurt pressed the button to end the call and grinned to himself.

“Are you in?” Blaine asked and Kurt jumped. He didnt realize Blaine was home.

“Yes. He said I passed with flying colors. I start on Monday. He said they would give me the rest of this week to move in here and get all my paperwork in order,” Kurt said, sounding light-hearted.

“Im so happy!” Blaine crowed, rushing over to hug his boyfriend.

“I have to call Dad!” Kurt said when hed kissed Blaine.

Before Kurt could dial his phone, it beeped with a new call. He looked at the number and answered.

“Hey, Billy. Yes. It is? When can I come? Yeah, I think I can arrange that. Thanks,” he said and hung up.

“Who was that?” Blaine asked.

“Billy, the prosthetist. My leg is ready. Wow, I thought it would take another few days, but he says he didnt have any orders when you called, so he got it done early. I just need to go pick it up. Are you okay taking me?”

“Sure. Lets go,” Blaine smiled. He knew Kurt was going to be in a better mood if he was out of the wheelchair.

~KB~KB~KB~KB~KB~

“Do you think I can ride a horse with this?” Kurt asked, just wondering if he could keep his balance on a horse better than he had last weekend. He wanted to be able to ride with Blaine and Trent.

“Well, Id say a lot depends on your ability to balance. You can get on a horse, and because your residual leg has most of your thigh, I think you can learn to grip the horse correctly. You know youre going to have to put in a lot of hours to learn, though,” Billy told him as he helped Kurt put the new leg on. It was a bit different than the last one because it had a part of the lower limb that could be taken off and a different foot fit on.

“It feels different than the last one,” Kurt mentioned.

“Yeah, I used a carbon-fiber composite instead of metal for the internal frame. You have the same material on the outside. I know the suction system doesnt work with your limb, so we have the same material to make the skin. Now, let me show you this new accessory. There was a new grant we were awarded to work with transfemoral amputees, so I used that money to get you a running foot.”

“Whats a transfemoral?” asked Blaine, who was watching everything with great interest.

“It means my leg was amputated above the knee, as in they cut the femur bone,” Kurt explained. Blaine cringed a little, the thought of cutting the leg off of a nine year old child was just off-putting to him. Kurt understood and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“This one is also different because were using the Ossurs Rheo Knee with this prosthetic. I think its especially interesting because of how it adapts the knees stiffness: Fluid inside the device contains metal particles, and when the device sends a magnetic field through the fluid it thickens and stiffens the knee joint,” Billy explained.

“It feels different when I bend my leg. How do I adjust it?” Kurt asked.

“You dont actually. It will make the adjustments itself. Im going to have you come to physical therapy twice a week for a few weeks to make sure its adjusting in a way thats comfortable for you,” Billy told him, “Youll need to be really careful for a while because its going to feel strange to you. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, sure. Blaine will be there. He and I are suite mates at Dalton,” Kurt said, smiling at Blaine.

“Just show me what to do and Ill do it,” he offered.

“Kurt might need some help getting the prosthesis on and off for the first week until he gets used to it. He would be safer at night if someone were in calling distance, so sharing a dorm would be perfect,” Billy agreed.

“I want to walk for a bit to see if I can do it – I think Ill be fine but better safe than sorry,” Kurt said. He stood up on the new leg, teetering a bit before he found his center of gravity, and walked a few steps. The leg felt strange, the knee not bending like his previous one and his arms flew out as he lost his balance. Billy and Blaine both reached at the same time and caught him before he fell.

“Oh...thanks. I just lost it there. This is going to take some getting used to,” Kurt said, blushing as the two men got him settled back on the prosthesis.

“I think you need to use the wheelchair most of the day for a few weeks until youre used to the leg and the Ossurs Rheo knee learns the way you walk. What day is best for you to come in for physical therapy?” Billy asked, getting his schedule out.

Kurt looked at Blaine since his boyfriend had offered to bring him to his appointments.

“Can we do Mondays?” Blaine asked.

“Sure, four oclock be okay for you?” Billy typed into his palm device.

“Yeah. Sounds good. Then well see you next Monday,” Kurt said, reaching to hold himself steady on Blaines arm.

“Cool. You know you can call me whenever you need to ask a question or anything,” Billy offered with a smile to Kurt. He found his newest patient to be very cute with an amazing attitude towards his handicap. There were so many patients that were severely depressed when they came to get their prosthesis. Kurts positive attitude and winning smile always made Billys day, which was why he chose Kurt to receive the new prototype leg. He could think of nobody who deserved it more.

“Thank you, Billy, you know I will,” Kurt said. He liked his prosthetist a lot. The one he had at Lima Memorial wasnt as friendly.

Back at the dorm, Blaine didnt have to help Kurt out of the car. He was able to stand by himself with a minimum help from his crutch. While he was pretty sure he couldnt have gotten out of Coopers BMW, because the sporty car was too close to the ground, he was fine with the Lexus RS5. Plus, he loved the garnet color with black leather seats, it was just classy.

“Do you know how to drive?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah, my dad taught me. Actually, I have a car. Dad put hand controls in it since I cant use the prosthetic leg well enough to push in the clutch. I think it might have been easier if they had amputated my left leg instead, but thats not what happened,” Kurt said. He was not used to so many questions about himself, except from medical personnel. It was refreshing to have a person that wasnt scared to talk to him and he appreciated Blaine more than ever.

“You can have a car on campus, you just have to register it with the main office, theyll give you a sticker to show youre a student here. Is that something youd want? I can drive you home to get it tomorrow,” Blaine offered.

“No, I havent driven in a long time. My car is a Lincoln Navigator, so it is a little bit hard to drive, at least for me right now. Maybe next semester,” he said. The truth was that after parking it in the lot at McKinley hed come out of school one day to find it had been egged, the tires all flat and the word “FAGGOT” painted across the doors. His father fixed it up again, but Kurt just didnt want to drive after that.

~KB~KB~KB~KB~KB~

“I think we better get ready for bed. Were going to get all your things from home tomorrow and I think we should get an early start. The Warblers are holding a meeting in the morning and I think theyll let you try out in the afternoon. Is it too soon?” Blaine asked.

“Maybe we could wait a bit for that? I am so tired, Blaine, and with all the things we have to do with moving and I have to catch up on all of my classes.....I think trying out will have to wait,” Kurt said, sorry to mess up the plans Blaine had made.

“Understood. We have all the time in the world, Beau. Lets just get some rest. Do you want me to help you get into your pjs?”

“Let me try to remove the prosthesis by myself first, okay?” Kurt asked, pulling off his jeans before taking hold of the velcro straps. This was new – hed always had straps with buckles before. He thought this must be some type of super-strength Velcro, because it held the leather parts of the cup rigid. Buckles tended to sag after a few months of use.

Try as he might, it was just not happening. He finally gave up in exhaustion and asked Blaine to help. Blaine had it off in just moments and then the stump socks and was rubbing and massaging the sore, tired muscles of his stump. Nothing had ever felt this good. Well, almost nothing, Kurt thought, as visions of the things he and Blaine had done came to mind. Kurt was getting hard and thanking his lucky stars he had the tail of the dress shirt to cover any evidence of his arousal.

Blaine cuddled up close, massaging along his leg, then looked to Kurts face, silently asking permission to go further. Kurt smiled and began unbuttoning his dress shirt. A few minutes later, both boys were under the covers and wearing only their underwear.

“We have to get up early, Beau, are you sure youre up for this?” Blaine asked.

“Youre right. Goodnight,” Kurt said in mock seriousness, then turned over and feigned sleep, fake snoring and all.

Blaine sat in shock for a moment, then snuggled down into the blankets, his face even with Kurts chest. He began kissing down the center of Kurts chest, detouring to kiss and suck gently on a nipple, then back to the sternum. Kurt tried to remain stoic and quiet, not letting it bother him. Pretty soon Blaines coaxing and teasing was wearing Kurt down. He sighed loudly and turned to face his boyfriend.

“You are incorrigible, Mr. Anderson. You are pulling me into your shameful pleasure dome and I have no defense,” he whispered.

Blaine reached up to kiss Kurt, enjoying the gentle pressure of lips on lips. Kurt loved this, so soft and not demanding to start, but he knew what was coming and he could hardly wait. Kissing back, his hands were exploring south of the equator (as Blaine put it). He rubbed over Blaines hipbones, massaging his way to the waistband of his briefs. Blaines kips parted and he licked over Kurts bottom lip, gentle as he pushed his tongue into his mouth. They had spent a lot of time just kissing over the past few months, but neither of them ever got tired of it.

“Hey, I thought you said we needed sleep?” Blaine mentioned as he drew back for air. Kurt giggled.

“Well, if thats what you want....” he said, starting to pull his hands back from their grip on Blaines ass.

Blaine scrambled to take Kurts hands and put them back where they were. He was done teasing, so he pulled Kurts briefs off, kissing his belly and sucking gently on his hipbone.

“I love the way your muscles are just here,” he whispered, licking a stripe down the oblique muscle to the end where it disappeared into the crease in his leg. Kurt shivered. No matter how many times Blaine did this, he always shivered, it was one of his favorite things.

“You are a carnivore,” Kurt teased, sighing at the way his skin heated up when Blaine was touching him.

“Beau, have you given any thought to..maybe doing something more?” Blaine asked. He wanted more, but didnt want to push Kurt into doing something he wasnt ready for.

“Yes, I think about it...but I dont think Im ready. Why, are you bored with what we do?” Kurt asked, a bit scared so his voice came out harsh.

“No, Beau, no....I love what we do. I just thought Id ask in case you had been thinking of something more,” Blaine tried to backpedal. He really didnt want this to turn into a fight.

“If Im not satisfying you, Blaine Anderson, all you have to do is say so. I think they could find me another place on campus. If I bore you, why didnt you say something before?” Kurt snapped.

“Oh, wait...whoa! Who said anything like that? Beau....” Blaine saw Kurts face turn into an emotionless mask, “I mean, Kurt?” he tried to fix this. What the hell had he done?

“Look, I appreciate everything youve done for me, Blaine, but if Im not reciprocating in the manner you expect...” Kurt stopped talking and sniffed. He tried again, this time keeping his emotions in check, “If Im not giving you back what you want, I can go home. I can call Mercedes to come get me or something. I can go back to McKinley.”

“Kurt? When did all this happen? I thought we were just cuddling and making each other feel good. If it was too much, all you had to do was tell me! Please dont think I was forcing you to do anything!” Blaine shouted in panic. What the hell happened?

Kurt turned his back on Blaine, scooting to the far edge of the bed next to the wall and put his face into his pillow. Bitter tears came to burn his eyes and he closed them. He felt terrible, but he didnt know how to fix this.