Blaine opened the door to Kurts little house and put his foot inside, hearing the TV from the living room. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind himself and looked at Burt, who was sitting in his chair and sipping on a root beer. He stared at the screen, watching a football game, then glanced up when he heard Blaine. "Hi, Burt." Clearing his throat and rubbing his nape, he looked at Kurts door, "Is Kurt here?" Blaine expected that Kurt would have told him about a shopping trip because he told him everything, so he wasnt worried about him leaving.

Burt looked at his sons bedroom, "Yeah, hes down there. The last time I saw him he came upstairs to get a cookie and told me he was going to have a Disney movie marathon." Shrugging his shoulder, he muttered, "I dunno. He always said he wanted to be a princess."

Smirking at that and thinking about how adorable Kurt would look in a ball gown and tiara, Blaine tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and started heading toward his door when Burt put his pop down with a clink. "Hey, kid... I want to talk to you about something. Dont give me any faces, youre not in trouble."

Blaine stopped walking and glanced at Burt again, his eyes wide with worry. He didnt know Burt well, so he wanted to keep his distance. Waving Blaine over, Burt nodded his head. "Come on. Nothings wrong... you dont have to worry about me punching you. I will punch you if you hurt my baby, but Kurts happy... so Im happy."

Hesitantly walking into the living room, Blaine sat down on the edge of one of the couches when Burt gestured to it. Burt leaned back in his chair and folded his hands over his stomach, "I get that you and Kurt have... gotten a little closer. I didnt expect that in the beginning because Kurt doesnt usually hang out with..." he made a motion with his hand, "you know... jocks. Now that youve become Kurts closest friend... I feel like you need to know that Kurt needs to be cared for. Hes not a football buddy. He needs to feel respected and safe... you cant take him to wild parties and give him beer... or slap him around like you would your other friends. Hes delicate and a little naïve... he cant stand up for himself and he doesnt know when someones taking advantage of him. I dont know anything about you... but you seem responsible. Just... promise me you wont hurt him."

Shaking his head, Blaine shoveled his fingers into his hair and muttered, "I care about Kurt... so much. Ill never hurt him. Hes... so precious to me." His brows slowly lowered over his eyes and he said in a much deeper voice, "You sound like hes been hurt before."

"No..." Burt shook his head. "I mean, not as far as I know. Kurts pretty good about telling me stuff... hes the chattiest person in our family. When he was little, he met this boy who was a few years older than him. He took good care of him... treated him just like a little brother. He kept him safe... besides that night when..." his voice faded away and he cleared his throat. "A really good friend of Kurts... who was dating that boy who took care of him... was murdered when the boy took them out shopping. But... other than that, no, Kurts never been hurt badly. Anyway..." He leaned forward and picked up a tiny box off the coffee table. "I heard homecoming is coming up so I pulled this out of my box of old trinkets." Handing the box to Blaine, Burt cleared his throat. "It belonged to Kurts mom... I gave it to her the night of our prom. Kurt loves things from his mom... so I thought you could give it to him. Its pretty nice... still has all of its petals."

Flipping the box open, Blaine gasped at the beautiful jewel within. A white ribbon tied with a felt blossom of cerulean lilacs, the tips dipped in a pretty purple shade, sprung out at him. White pearls and lace looped and twirled around the flowers. Stroking the delicate petals, he imagined Kurt wearing only this as Blaine climbed over his limp, flushed body. So beautiful. Blaine murmured, "Burt, this is beautiful. Thank you."

Burt shrugged, "Im just glad Kurt has someone like you. Youre good for him."

Pushing his hair back, Blaine slipped the box into his pocket and got to his feet. "Thank you for trusting me with him. I promise that Ill do my best to make him happy." When Burt grinned approvingly at him, Blaine turned away and walked toward Kurts bedroom. He opened the door and stepped downstairs, hearing a pretty humming sound coming from his bedroom.

When Blaine walked into Kurts bedroom, he saw that Kurts TV was on and playing what looked like Cinderella, but he didnt see Kurt anywhere. "Dad?" He heard Kurt chirp, and he turned his head to spy his tiny form at his closet.

Kurt pulled a dress from his closet and peeled away from the doors, peeking at Blaine. His eyes widened to the size of saucers, and he hopped. "Blaine!" His dimples popped and he scurried over to Blaine, snuggling against his chest. "Im so happy to see you."

Bending his neck, Blaine kissed Kurt, making him purr with happiness. "Im happy to see you, too. What are you up to? Are you watching Cinderella?"

Kurt looked at his TV as if to be sure, then he smiled and bounced again. "Oh, I am! Its so romantic... but then I saw how pretty Cinderella looked in her ball gown and I wanted to see if I had any dresses like hers. I found this blue one... I could add sparkles to it and look just like her!" Holding a blue dress up to his body, Kurt did a little twirl and giggled. "And you could be my prince. You look like a prince. You just need to kneel at my feet and give me a glass slipper."

Snorting, Blaine watched Kurt scamper back to his closet and search for more dresses that looked like the dresses the princesses wore. "Ill give you a hundred glass slippers if thats what you want." He went over to Kurts bed and sat down on the edge, his eyes on Kurt as he hopped to reach something up high.

Kurt put the dress back and skipped over to Blaine, sitting down on his knee, "Why are you visiting me? Im very happy youre here but you cant spend every day with me. You have football practice or..." he tapped his chin and furrowed his brows, "friends-"

"I can spend every day with you." Blaine corrected, taking Kurt in his arms and laying him down on the bed. Throwing his leg over him, Blaine stared down at his small face. "Nothing is more interesting or amusing than you. I like being with you."

Smiling from ear to ear, Kurt squirmed, "Youre making me blush." He covered his pink face with his hands, then perked up at something and almost tossed Blaine aside. "Oh, its my favorite part!" He sat up and clapped his hands, his huge eyes on the screen. "She loses her shoe and the prince wants to give it back to her... thats very nice of him. I would want a shoe like that given back to me... its so pretty."

Blaine stared at the screen with him, watching the prince go mad over finding the girl who fits the slipper. Beside of the TV were a few other movies like Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, and Sleeping Beauty. "Is Cinderella your favorite?"

Kurt looked at Blaine with sparkling eyes, and he shook his head. "I like her dress best... shes the most fashionable. But Beauty and the Beast makes my heart race. Ive always thought that it was the most beautiful love story... how the Beast is so hurt... but he gets better because of love." Just talking about it made his eyes fill with tears, and he giggled and blinked them away. "Im sorry... Im such a romantic."

"Dont be sorry about that." Blaine muttered lowly, absolutely enthralled with the emotion on Kurts face. Hed never seen someone show how they felt so easily, and it made him feel trusted. "I think youre beautiful when you show so much emotion."

Kurts eyes widened, his lips slightly parting. His mouth quivered and his cheeks turned bright red. "Oh, Blaine... you deserve a kiss." He whispered, pecking Blaines cheek with a kiss.

Blaine smiled and pressed his cheek to Kurts. Turning his head to the TV, Blaine saw the prince kneel by Cinderellas feet and slip the shoe onto her toes. "Im so happy theyre back together." Kurt sighed, still clinging to Blaine. "The prince must have been so sad."

"He was..." Blaine muttered, and Kurt glanced at him. "I know I would be if you left... but I can understand why he let her go. Id let you go if you wanted to leave."

"Oh, no." Kurt shook his head, tucking his head under Blaines chin. "I wouldnt want to leave you."

"Sometimes its not really a choice." His voice got very low as he put his mouth against the top of Kurts head. "She didnt have much of a choice... she lived a different life than the prince, and she thought they were too different to be together."

Closing his eyes, Kurt whispered, "But youll promise me youll never let me go?" He opened one eye and pointed at the screen, where Cinderella and Henry were running to the carriage after they were married. "I want a happily ever after with you."

Blaine blinked at the screen, watching the happiness on their faces, wondering if he would ever feel that way. He thought that Kurt could make him that happy, but he was also confused if Kurt meant marriage between the two of them. Deciding that he didnt because he knew that Blaine was straight, he muttered, "I cant promise you that, Kurt." At Kurts hurt expression, he soothed him with a kiss to his forehead. "Well always love each other... but I cant keep you from your dreams."

"Youre my dream," Kurt whispered against Blaines neck, and Blaine swallowed thickly and nuzzled Kurt, but he didnt say a word. Wrapping Kurt up tighter, Blaine pressed their cheeks and gently kissed him.