Chapter 17

Kurt had been picking up then putting down his phone over and over for the past hour. He was debating whether or not to tell Blaine everything. And this time it would be everything, he was not going to keep anything from Blaine ever again. Blaine had been singing on and off all morning and Kurt was getting desperate to see him, even though it had only been a day since the rehearsal room kiss.

Can you come over? I need to see you – KH

Kurt send the text before he could second guess himself and ended up sat on one end of his bed, with his phone on the other, staring at the device as if it was about to grow legs and run away before Blaine replied. He didn't have to wait too long however as seconds later the phone lit up with Blaine's reply.

Of course Kurt, I've already stolen Trent's car key so send me your address and I will be right there – BA

Kurt smiled and texted Blaine his address. Then came the agonising two hour wait as Blaine made his way to Lima. With ten minutes before Blaine's expected time of arrival, Kurt couldn't stay down in his room alone any longer. Instead he went upstairs and started pacing in front of the front door, with the occasional diversion into the kitchen or living room. Burt noticed that something was wrong with Kurt after his third path in front of the football game he was trying to watch.

“What is wrong with you kid, you can't stand still and you haven't made a single comment about the new fashion magazine you like that is sat on the coffee table.” Kurt paused and cast a glance over to the issue of Vogue his father pointed to.

“I can't concentrate on that right now dad.” Burt dropped his coffee mug which luckily fell onto the sofa instead of the floor. “I invited Blaine over to talk about what happened yesterday and he's going to be here any second and I am seriously freaking out.” Kurt started to speak faster and his voice began to rise as he heard a car pull up outside.

“Ok Kurt, calm down. Everything will be ok, but your door will stay open no matter how much I like the boy.” Kurt looked at his father, horrified, but the doorbell rang before he got the chance to reply. Kurt raced over to the front door and paused for a second to try and at least appear calm and composed before casting his gaze downwards so as not to meet Blaine's eyes and opening the door. He looked up slightly to see a bundle of shopping bags staring at him.

“Carole?” Kurt asked.

“Hi honey, sorry I couldn't get to my keys because my hands are full. Were you expecting someone?” Burt had heard his wife from the living room where he had been shamelessly eavesdropping on his son, and raced into the hallway to help her with the shopping. Just as Kurt had offered to take one of the bags, he reached to shut the door when he saw Blaine jogging up the path trying to catch his attention before the door closed. Kurt swung the door wide open to greet his friend. Blaine had just about reached the Hummel-Hudson front door when Kurt flung himself into the shorter boy's arms and wound his own around Blaine's neck.

“I'm sorry. For what happened yesterday, I am so sorry.” Blaine could hear the emotion in Kurt's voice and wanted to do anything he could to calm his soulmate down.

“Hey, it's ok,” he said in a soothing voice. “It doesn't matter. Shall we go inside?” Blaine begrudgingly unwound himself from Kurt's grasp and gently pushed him into the house. Blaine could hear two voices coming from what he assumed to be the kitchen, as he had seen Kurt's stepmother going into the house with the shopping.

“Do you want to meet my dad and stepmom?” Kurt asked hesitantly as a way to put off talking to Blaine, but both boys knew that there was no putting it off any longer.

“Can we talk first? I mean we don't have to if you don't want to but –” Blaine started to say but Kurt interrupted him.

“No. I want to talk to you, I do, I just don't really know how.” Kurt looked down to the floor again but Blaine caught his chin and brought Kurt's eyes back in line with his own.

“Why don't we talk somewhere quieter? We could go into the backyard?” Kurt just shook his head, grabbed Blaine's hand and tried to ignore the sparks at the simple touch as he led the dark haired Warbler down to his room.