"Did you enjoy dinner?" Blaine asked as they strolled down the quiet, city street. Kurt looked over to see his boyfriend staring at him intently. He nodded. Dinner was lovely. They held hands and shared a plate of spaghetti. At one point, the teacher fished out a long noodle with his fork and held it between his lips. Kurt took the other end and they met in the middle; sharing a sweet, chaste kiss.

"It was great. It's always great." It was true. They went on a few dates since returning to Chicago and each was more amazing than the one before. It made Kurt's head spin. He never could have imagined, in his wildest dreams, that he would have such an amazing boyfriend that took his on dates and fucked him raw. Is that weird? Should I be worried that the thought of my boyfriend fucking me speechless feels romantic?Kurt shrugged off his internal worry.

"I'm glad. You know I haven't dated in a while and I worry that I won't get it right."

Blaine's nerves were adorable. "I think you're doing it right. Then again, I don't exactly have many reference points in this matter." Kurt's voice was cheerful. He could hear his own smile radiating in his voice. That was what Blaine did to him. Blaine made him feel amazing. The man brought his spirits up and made him feel high.

"You don't need reference points to know if I'm doing something you like." Kurt stopped walking and turned his head to stare at his boyfriend. Was Blaine flirting? The smile on the man's face indicated that he was. Kurt winked and dragged the man the rest of the way to the car. They made it back to Blaine's townhouse in record time.

"God...shit...fuck!" Blaine moaned as Kurt slammed into him. The boys barely made it into Blaine's quaint home before they were ripping each other's clothes off. As usual, at least for the pair, things moved quickly. Shirts were tugged, buttons were popped, and skin was touched. They couldn't get enough of each other.

Kurt snickered as slammed into Blaine's heat once again. He'd found out early on that the professor was loud –porn star loud- when he bottomed. "Shit, Kurt. So good." The student preened under the praise and snaked his arm around his boyfriend's waist to take hold of the man's cock. It stood tall against his teacher's abdomen. Kurt grabbed it into his hand and began to stroke it lightly. "Uhhh...fuck." The moan that left Blaine's lips sounded relieved; relieved that Kurt had finally touched him.

The teacher held on for dear life as Kurt pounded into him. He was close, closer than he thought. With the flick of a wrist and one finally thrust, Blaine found himself digging his nails into the wall as he came in Kurt's hand. His boyfriend wasn't far behind. A few shallow, ill-timed thrusts later, the design student shot his load into the restricting rubber.I hate that we have to wear these.He thought as he came down from the inevitable post sex high.

The couple cleaned up and got dressed before making their way to the living room. They sat on the couch drinking coffee and discussing upcoming plans. "So, baby, I'm going home in a few weeks and my parents are dying to meet you." Kurt blanched. He was still self-conscious about meeting his boyfriend's parents.They're going to judge you. They might seem nice, but that doesn't mean they accept you and what you do for a living.

"I'm not sure that I'm ready for-"

Blaine sighed. He knew about Kurt's apprehension but his parents weren't going to judge him. They just wanted to meet the man that put the smile on their son's face and the limp in his stride. "Come on, baby." He urged. "I told you they don't care. They don't care about 'Super Kurt' they just want to meetKurt; the real Kurt."

Kurt made a face and turned away. He wasn't sure he believed his boyfriend; regardless of how much he wanted to. He felt Blaine's gaze fixed on him and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Blaine, I just don't know. I feel like they might be keeping face for you. They just don't want to say anything that will kill your happiness."

"In a way, you're right." Blaine admitted. That caught Kurt's attention. The young man turned and faced his boyfriend. Their eyes met momentarily before Blaine turned his head and stared at his coffee table. "They would never do or say anything to kill my happiness. I haven't been this happy in a long time."

"And that's why-"

"And that's why," Blaine interrupted, "I know that they don't care. They don't care what you do for a living, Kurt. They only care that you make me happy...and you do. You make me so happy and I just want to share that with them."Well fuck!Kurt plopped back against the couch and turned to look at his boyfriend. Blaine looked at his boyfriend and leaned back as well.

Their hands met between them and Blaine laced their fingers. "I just," he sucked in and let out a deep breath, "I share everything with them and I want to share the most important thing in my life with them."

Kurt bit his lip. He was trying to suppress the giant smile that was trying to form on his face.He just said I'm the most important thing in his life. He's so....God, I love him. Yep, I said it. I love him."Okay." He whispered.

His boyfriend's eyes lit up. "Really?" Kurt nodded.Yeah, really.He was nervous but he would do it for Blaine. He would do anything for Blaine. "That's so great. Maybe I can meet this mysterious family of yours when we go to Ohio, too." Kurt rolled his eyes.

There it was again. Every time one of them mentioned Blaine's family, the subject of the Hummel family came up. Kurt was tired of holding back. He was done holding off. If Blaine wanted to know, he would tell him. "Uggg...what do you want to know? You're so persistent with this."

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows.Really?"I want to know everything Kurt. I want you to tell me funny little ditties from when you were little and tell me how you used to dress your dad up and...don't look at me like that. I know you and I'm sure you probably used to dress your dad up some kind of way." Kurt laughed. That was true.

"Once I dressed my dad up as The Beast and I was Gaston. We had tea together. It was...nice." Kurt's eyes glazed at the memory. He left out the part where he overheard his father bribing Susan to play along. She refused, she always refused.

"See," Blaine shouted excitedly. "That's the stuff I want you to tell me. Tell me about your mom." Kurt's face fell but he recouped quickly.

"Carole is the best. She...she's my stepmom. She used to bring me ice cream when I was sad and she let me sleep over with Finn on school nights. Dad hated that I was out on school nights but I loved her for it."

Blaine squeezed his boyfriend's hand. "She sounds lovely." He wanted to ask about Kurt's actual mother but he knew that would come out in its own time.

"Carole, I call her mom, is the best. She's always been there for me. I don't know who I'd be without her."I'd probably be living the dream if she was my real mother. Finn is. Lucky bastard."And then there's Finn. He's....he's Finn. He's my best friend and, for a long time, he was my only friend. He was the brother I always wanted and, after a bit of pushing, he was the brother I got."

Blaine tilted his head. "Some pushing?"

Before Kurt could stop it, the words flew out of his mouth. "Oh, I basically set my dad and Carole up after my mom left." It took a moment to sink in, but when it did, Kurt clapped his hands over his mouth. He was so embarrassed. Statistically speaking, he knew that children of divorce were more likely to jump from relationship to relationship. That's why he'd avoided the dating scene for so long. That was also why the student avoided telling his boyfriend. He wanted Blaine to know he was serious about their relationship.How can I show him I'm serious when I've barely seen a working relationship? Fuck.

"Well, I'm glad you're so pushy because Carole sounds great. I can't wait to meet her." Kurt turned to his boyfriend with wide eyes. He received a smile in return.

"I figured that last part would freak you out." Blaine shook his head at Kurt's concern and pulled the younger man's hand to his mouth, kissing the knuckles and then placing back down. "I mean....it means I've got baggage and what not. Guys don't like baggage."

Blaine made a face. "I don't care if you've got an entire fleet of Louis Vuitton luggage trailing behind you. I love you and your fashionable baggage." Kurt leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend hard on the mouth.He said he loves me. He loves me. Loves me. Me.

"I love you too." He whispered when they broke apart. The rest of the evening was spent discussing Kurt's family and their upcoming time in Ohio. The presence in the room grew lighter as they talked. It felt nice to talk freely about the things that he'd kept inside for so long; too long. It felt so nice that Kurt completely forgot about his job, his finals, and the one fan that hadn't forgotten about him.

Henry Davis brooded in front of his computer. He was going to spend yet another night without Kurt.Who does that little dick think he is?He thought as he refreshed the page. Sometimes, Kurt did last minute, unscheduled chats and Henry had yet to miss one. He was not pleased.

After an hour or three, Henry slammed his laptop shut and stood up from his computer desk. He needed a drink. The middle aged doctor trudged to the kitchen and stopped short when he heard his wife yelling. "Fuck, Tyler. Watch where you're going. I damn near spilled my wine." He hollered. The boy didn't flinch, didn't move. He never moved. He sat there and took it. It made Henry sick. He made Henry sick. He was the reason Henry was sick.I honestly wish that bitch hadn't gotten pregnant.

With a sigh, the doctor trudged across the kitchen, completely ignoring the scene in front of him, and grabbed a bottle of wine. He needed it. He hated his family. He hated his wife for putting up with him and he hated his son for making him the way he was. He hated them all. He didn't hate Kurt, however. He often caught himself imagining what a life with Kurt would entail. Kurt liked the finer things and he could provide them. He could get Kurt everything he wanted; anything he wanted. He'd do anything to see the twinkle in Kurt's eye.

Those eyes. Kurt had the most peculiar eyes. Across the monitor and through cyber space, those eyes captivated Henry. They were a swirling mixture of blues, golds, and greens, with tiniest bit of grey. They were perfect. They were also the same eyes that drew him to Susan in the beginning and the same eyes that made him wish he considered wearing a condom the day his wife got pregnant.

Henry snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his wife shout. "Dammit, Tyler. I swear you're just as bad as he was. Just go to your room." Henry looked down to see his son, stood stock still in his spot, turn to rush off. Him. Susan's first son. He never cared enough to ask about the boy. He didn't even know the kid's name. He found himself wondering from time to time though. That kid would be of age. I wonder what he's into. I wonder if he has those eyes.

Henry gulped down his wine and headed to bed. He was tired. Tired of playing around with Kurt and tired of having his offers turned down. He needed a new plan.I'll come up with one. I just need to sleep on it.With that, Henry rolled over –facing the opposite direction of his wife- and went to sleep.