Blaine was confused but hopped out to meet Kurt behind the car. "What're we doing here?"

Kurt handed Blaine the car keys. "You're driving." He left no time for discussion just continued around to the passenger side of the car and got in.

Blaine followed him and leaned in the window. "I appreciate the sentiment but I'd rather not. Not yet."

Kurt just stared straight ahead, "Hope you like it here then cause I 'm not driving."

The other boy got into the drivers seat but turned to give his boyfriend his puppy dog look, "Kurt, please?"

"You haven't driven since the accident. You didn't take a single painkiller today…right?"

"Right…but"

"But nothing. Do it. We're in a quiet neighborhood, there's very little traffic and no reason for you to not do this."

"I'm scared."

"That's a reason TO do something, not to avoid it. Today was full of scary, but I think we can agree it turned out amazing. You're coming home, we're going to be allowed to see each other, and your Dad is listening and trying and wants to spend time with us. Celebrate. Turn the key."

"Kiss for luck."

"Nice try, I'm not that easily distracted. Drive to my house and you can have all the kisses you want."

Blaine turned the key and then dropped h is hand turning back to Kurt with a raised brow, "Just kisses?"

"Seriously Blaine? I think we've done enough pushing our luck in that department."

"So like, not at all?"

"Drive please; I'll only continue to discuss this if you're actually driving."

Blaine pulled cautiously from the curb after checking behind him five times and Kurt finally reassuring him it was safe.

"Okay, I'm driving."

Kurt knew what Blaine wanted but played stupid, "And I'm very proud."

"Why do you torture me?"

"Fun." Kurt said with a shrug.

"Are you saying you don't want to continue to progress in our physical relationship? I really want to know?" Blaine's knuckles were white on the wheel.

"I think you only want me for my body." Kurt snorted, trying to be offended but failing.

Blaine pulled to a smooth stop at a red light and looked at him, "That's not true Kurt. I want you for more than your body."

"For my legendary intellectual prowess and charming stage presence?" Kurt fluttered his eyelashes in Blaine's direction.

"I guess, but mostly for your cooking." Blaine commented with a satisfied smile, moving through the intersection with ease at the change of the light.

"I am a pretty good cook, but don't get used to it pal, now that you're back on the…damn I was going to make a very clever sports reference there but I don't know what you call it. What is it, when they have a player out sick and then they come back?"

"Back on the roster will suit your purpose."

"Thank you. Now that you're back on the roster- oh I could so make a dirty joke there with back on the rooster lucky you I'm too refined for all of that, anyway now that your back on the cock, oh, wait, guess I wasn't, you're going to learn to cook with me."

"You don't like me in your kitchen." Blaine ignored the joke.

"I love you in my kitchen; I love you everywhere I am."

They pulled into the Hummel's driveway and Blaine shut off the car. "Looks like we're the only ones home." Darren said as he stepped out of the car.

"Lucky you." Kurt said moving quickly to the door.

Inside Blaine followed Kurt closely and wrapped his arms around him from behind.

Kurt bellowed into the house. "Hello? Anyone home? We have a surprise guest!"

They were greeted with silence. Kurt suddenly felt shy. Blaine kissed the back of his neck and whispered in his ear, "Don't think I don't know what you were up to in the car, making me spar with you over our sex life so I would drive without noticing."

Kurt turned and assembled his features to look as innocent as possible. "Me? How could you ever think I was so conniving?"

"Well thank you, I'm glad it worked."

Kurt, satisfied that they were alone, led Blaine into the living room and sat on the sofa. "How did it feel?"

Blaine slid beside him, his head on Kurt's shoulder. "Normal, thanks to you." He threaded their fingers together and sighed against Kurt, "I hope the homecoming feels half as good."

Kurt kissed his forehead gently and caressed his thumb across Blaine's fingers, "You worried about it?"

"It feels like a really long time since I just had a normal day at home. I'm not sure I know how to do that anymore. People are gonna still look at me like I'm made of glass or something."

"Of course they won't. I don't, I can't wait to get a little rough with you." Kurt bit the tip of Blaine's ear which made him laugh.

"My how things have changed, but I thought we were through 'pushing our luck'."

Kurt leaned away, moving Blaine off of him and instead kissed him. This was a very different kiss from the ones they'd stolen here and there at the rehab, it was a kiss Blaine only remembered twice before, each time leading to something much more than making out.

Breaking apart, panting and obviously moved by the experience Blaine ran his fingers through his boyfriend's tousled locks. "You're sexy when your hair's a mess, but you're confusing me."

Kurt licked a wet trail from the deep V of Blaine's shirt to the soft skin just in front of his ear. This one little spot always made Blaine shudder and Kurt loved to feel it happen. "I didn't say no sex, I said we have to be careful. We need to plan something special, where no one will walk in on us." He let him kiss his throat, and met Blaine's insistent mouth with his own.

"I love you." Blaine huffed in Kurt's ear as he traced his sides with his hands.

"You too Honey." They had started to move against each other but Kurt curled his fingers into Blaine's hips and held him away, "We need to slow down. Carole is due home soon; we don't want to be too carried away."

"Yeah, okay."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to sit on this couch with you and cuddle and listen to music and do nothing. Is that weird?"

"It's perfect."

They flipped through magazines while listening to the radio, Kurt making catty comments on every other page and Blaine laughing along. The first strains of a song Kurt didn't know came on the radio and Blaine pulled him to his feet, "C'mon, dance with me."

Kurt let himself be held and Blaine sang softly along with Phil Collins, making sure he felt every word:
Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight

I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

For one so small
You seem so strong
My arms will hold you
Keep you safe and warm
This bond between us

Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always

Why can't they understand
The way we feel
They just don't trust
What they can't explain
I know we're different but,

Deep inside us
We're not that different at all

And you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

Don't listen to them

'Cause what do they know
We need each other
To have, to hold
They'll see in time
I know

When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time
I know
We'll show them together

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

Oh, you'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always
Always

When the song ended they both had tears in their eyes and neither was letting go. They continued to dance to whatever songs came up, moving against each other, tracing each other's bodies with light fingertips, brushing their lips together then snuggling into each other's necks.

"Your body has changed so much this summer. Did you need to get even taller?" Blaine asked teasingly.

"I can't help that I've fallen in love with a hobbit. A ridiculously well-built hobbit, but a hobbit."

"My precious." Blaine laughed and stood on his toes emphatically to kiss Kurt even though he didn't need to. "I'm serious though, where did all these muscles come from?"

Kurt shrugged, "Don't pretend you're not carved in stone."

"I box, well, I did, and all the damn rehab for my shoulder and leg was a pretty big workout. I'm not saying you didn't have a great body before but I really can't wait to explore this new you."

Kurt started to say something but Burt and Carole came in and having seen Kurt's car Burt was yelling out to his son. "Kurt? You home? Kurt?"

"In here Dad!" Kurt answered and kept swaying in Blaine's arms.

"How did it go today? Did Blaine get to..HEY! Blaine!" Burt grabbed them both in a bear hug, then backed away and looked at them seriously, "Does your Dad know you're here?"

"He gave us permission to spend the day together, yes."

Carole came in behind and saw the boys. "Oh, are we dancing? I have a hard time getting Burt to dance since the wedding. Don't let your son show you up, c'mon." she held her arms out and Burt acquiesced.

Kurt and Blaine beamed at each other as the two couples sang and moved to the music. Blaine cleared his throat and asked, "Mr. and Mrs. Hummel we're having dinner with my father tonight before I have to go back, I'd love it if you'd join us."

It was decided and they all moved to the kitchen to make coffee and update Kurt's parents on the day's events. Burt was thrilled for Blaine that he was coming home so soon but he cautioned the boys to not fall into old patterns, to keep their own interests and time for others.