As the next few weeks went by, Blaine split his time between working at the store with Kurt and Rachel, and sitting on the bench during practices to keep up with new plays and to be there in general for the team. Things had been going well with Kurt (really well) and they'd finally figured out the best way to sneak around into each other's rooms at night.

The only thing stopping them from progressing was Blaine's concussion. When he'd gotten hurt and together, Kurt didn't have much of a say in how to handle Blaine's injury, but they'd been dating for a couple of weeks, and Blaine changed the subject every time Kurt asked about his head.

Kurt got back from classes one day and collapsed on his bed next to Blaine who was working away on the computer.

"What're you doing?"

Blaine didn't look up from the screen. "Working."

"Blaine, you can't play hockey on the computer. Even if you could, it doesn't count."

Blaine laughed. "We both know I'm not playing hockey, I'm doing this income statement for the store. Aaaaaand done!"

Kurt bit his lip for a second and then dove right in.

"Have you given going back to the team another thought?"

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, I'll be back in no time. I don't want to rush my recovery."

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes for half a second before Blaine broke eye contact. "Okay, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, what makes you think there's something wrong?"

Blaine got up off the bed and put Kurt's laptop on the desk. He then started rearranging the pillows.

Kurt stood up and walked over, taking Blaine's hand. "Blaine, please talk to me. I can see that something's clearly bothering you."

Blaine pointed towards the couch and they sat down. Kurt didn't let go of his hand for a second as he started talking. "What if I'm not good enough? What if this concussion is just the beginning of the end of my career as a hockey player?"

Kurt smiled, not in a funny way, but in a comforting way. "Blaine, I think you getting this job and being a kick ass accountant just shows that you're more than just a hockey player. Even if you can never play another hockey game, you're more than that."

"I guess that's true, I just don't want to get back into the game and make a fool of myself. I don't want to be remembered like that. But you're right. I should probably go get checked out, and see if I'm even healthy enough."

Kurt smiled and kissed him gently. "I think that's a good idea."

As it turned out, Blaine was perfectly healthy and started practicing with the team all over again. He cut back his hours at the store, but Burt had agreed to a set schedule so he could still keep working there. No one seemed to understand why Blaine was working two seperate jobs though.

"I know you like working at the store, but don't you think it's kind of insane to be working two seperate jobs all the time? Between the two jobs, and making out with me for half the night you can't be getting very much sleep."

Blaine laughed. "Kurt, I'm fine. Besides, the money at the store is great."

Kurt eyed him suspiciously. "First of all, it sucks, and second, why does the money matter?"

Blaine shrugged. "Before I moved here, I was making tons. I didn't know what to do with it half the time so I'd give it to charity, or have Santana and Brittany buy me new clothes. Coming here...well it was a huge pay cut."

"...You're telling me you made more than you do here?"

"Kurt, I don't even know what I make here. Your parents have been so generous, I haven't had the need for anything."

Kurt shook his head. "You need to go check your paycheque."

Blaine grabbed the laptop and logged into his online banking account, and his jaw dropped.

"I...Kurt...What?"

"Not what you were expecting?"

"But...HOW"

"We're the only hockey team in town, and people really support us. While most teams play in arenas owned by big corporations, Dad bought our arena as soon as possible, so every single ticket sold goes right into our pockets, plus the salary cap from the league, and the fact that most guys on the team are partial owners who turn all the money right back around."

"Kurt, I had NO idea. I mean...wow. I could start looking for my own place, and buy a car, and-"

"You're not looking for your own place. Do you want to kill Carole?"

Blaine looked at him, confused. "No..."

"Everyone that's ever moved from somewhere else to be on this team has stayed here for at least a few months. If you leave, first of all it'll seriously cut down on how much time we'll have together, and second Carole will think you hate her."

"...You make a good point. But, if I had a place of my own, you could come over..." Blaine looked at Kurt, clearly thinking about the things they could be doing if they had an apartment to themselves.

Kurt smiled. "I could...but then my dad would know exactly when I was there, and I don't think he's ready for that yet." He patted Blaine's hand. "Honestly, I don't know if I'm ready for that yet either."

"Alright, we'll leave things the way they are for now, and come back to it a little while later."

Kurt leaned over and kissed him. "Good, now get back to your room and I'll text you when my dad's asleep and you can sneak back over."

Blaine nodded and went for the door. "See you soon."

He walked back to his room and threw himself onto the bed. He hadn't spent a night in his own bed since Santana and Brittany left. He laid there for a few minutes before his phone started vibrating. He frowned and answered it.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah, Rachel just called and said she needs to talk to me and Mercedes urgently, so they're coming to spend the night."

Blaine tried to his disappointment. "Is everything okay?"

"I think so...she sounded more excited than anything. I wouldn't have agreed but I haven't seen Mercedes in forever."

"No problem. I'll spend the night here, and maybe tomorrow we can go out to a fancy dinner or something?"

"That sounds perfect. Night, Blaine."

"Night."

Blaine never made it out of his bed, or out of his clothes. He fell asleep right there.

The next morning, Blaine woke up, showered, changed and grabbed his bag for practice before heading downstairs. Kurt, Rachel and who he assumed was Mercedes were sitting silently at the table. He dropped his bag and poured himself some coffee and kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Morning."

Kurt jumped. "Blaine, you scared me."

"Sorry?"

Kurt shook his head. "Don't be, it was a nice surprise."

Mercedes looked up from her bowl of cheerios at Kurt, eyeing him anxiously.

"Oh! Mercedes, this is Blaine, Blaine this is Mercedes."

Blaine smiled at her and extended his hand. She took it and smiled back at him. "Nice to meet you. Kurt told us SO much about you." She grinned evily.

Kurt glared at her. "Don't you have to get to work, Mercedes?"

"Ah, crap. Yes. I'll see you guys later!" She got up and ran for the door.

Rachel was oddly silent. She hadn't said good morning when Blaine came downstairs, and she appeared to be having a staring contest with her bowl of cereal.

Until Finn came downstairs.

Her entire face lit up and she jumped up to greet him. Kurt glared from his seat.

What the hell happened last night?

After practice, Blaine and Finn were waiting for Burt and Blaine brought it up.

"Finn, what the hell is going on between Kurt and Rachel?"

"Dude I was gonna ask you. She's been crazy happy since the proposal, but then I woke up with her in my bed this morning and I don't know what happened."

"Wait, whoa, what proposal?"

Finn smiled. "I uh...I asked Rachel to marry me, and she said yes."

Blaine smiled and hit him on the arm. "Congrats, man!"

"Thanks! We aren't planning on getting married like right now or anything, but she's my everything and I know I'm going to marry her. I've known since high school."

Blaine barely heard anything he said after that. Kurt couldn't have known about the engagement beforehand, he would have told him. Maybe Rachel told Kurt and Mercedes, and they were too shocked to be supportive.

Maybe they weren't supportive.

Finn was staring blankly at him. "Did you hear me?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, sorry. I was just thinking."

"Well, Kurt is probably going to be Rachel's Man of Honour or something, and Puck's already turned me down for best man..."

"Are you asking me to be your best man?"

Finn nodded. "Yeah, I mean, you're kind of like my brother."

"OF COURSE! Dude, that's awesome. Thanks."

"Thank YOU. Oh, and don't tell Burt or my mom yet, we're gonna hold off a bit."

Blaine nodded. "Your secret's safe with me."

Kurt walked into his room a few hours after practice and smiled at Blaine, who was sitting on his couch watching television.

"I love coming home to find you just comfortably watching tv on my couch. Remember when you used to knock?"

Blaine laughed. "I think I only did that once before you told me never again."

Kurt walked over and kissed him before sitting next to him on the couch. "How was practice?"

He picked Kurt's feet up, placing them on his lap and massanging them. He did it almost every single night cause he knew it made Kurt happy, and he knew how bad his feet hurt from the boots he insisted on wearing. "It was good, afterwards me and Finn came home and watched an old football game. Nothing glamorous." He smiled. "How was yours?"

"Well, I'm sure Finn mentioned his upcoming nuptials?"

Blaine nodded.

"Rachel called in "sick" this morning, which is a load of crap seeing as she spent the night here and was perfectly fine. I texted her and she didn't answer."

"Kurt, what happened last night?"

"Well, we finished watching the movie, and she got up in front of the tv and stuck her hand out revealing the ring, and then told us that since her dreams of being on Broadway weren't working out, she might as well marry Finn while she's young enough to look good in the pictures."

Blaine's jaw dropped. "She actually said that?"

"She did, and then added that she loves Finn. I'm honestly fine with them getting married now, whatever. More power to them. But to get married now because life isn't going her way? She's going to regret that, and then they'll both be 30 lugging around a giant divorce. So I told her exactly that and she stormed out and into Finn's room for the night."

"You need to talk to her, she's your best friend."

"She is, when she's willing to listen to reason."

He shook his head. "No, Kurt. She's always your best friend. Think about it, she's getting married to the guy of her dreams but her best friend, whom she hoped to be planning this wedding with, won't talk to her. Not to mention, you've probably got her seriously doubting if they should do this with no one to talk to."

Kurt was quiet for a few minutes and sighed. "Hand me the phone."

The next week was painful, for both Blaine and Finn as they watched Rachel and Kurt apologize to each other, and buy each other presents of apology. They spent all their time together, and it was starting to take it's toll.

Blaine and Kurt hadn't shared Kurt's bed all week, and Finn was starting to get blue balls, or so he said.

And then, much to Blaine's surprise, Finn had an idea.