Blaine turned into the schools parking lot and scanned for an open parking space, his eyes pausing on each and every student who passed by. He recognized some faces from the football team, or his peers who gave speeches at every assembly, or even the kid who he had a vague memory of sitting next to in calculus or biology, the kid who had asked him for a pencil or something like that. Blaine bet he had a secret. They all did. Maybe Daddy didnt love them and beat them whenever he got drunk-which was often, or they slept with some asshole who blackmailed them for it, or they killed someone because he was different. Blaine had plenty of secrets, but maybe he didnt have to be scared anymore. He could just love Kurt and... let go.

Pulling into a spot, Blaine put the car in park and looked at Kurt, who was curled up in the passenger seat and humming along with the tune on the radio. He was so perky and happy even after all that had happened to him, and Blaine wanted to be like that, to be fine. Kurts nose wrinkled and he laughed at something Finn said, his blue eyes shimmering and dancing.

Blaine tuned in to what they were saying when Finn reached up and covered Kurts shoulder with his large hand, "Let me have your books. Ill carry them inside."

Kurt cooed and patted Finns fingers, "Thats very nice of you, Finn." He bent to collect the bag by his toes, then handed it to Finn, "I have two of the sweetest men at my whim."

Finn flushed red, a color that was common for him around Kurt, "Its no big deal. Blaine, the guys said theyre waiting inside. They want to know if they can help with Kurt-carry his books, walk him to class, spoon-feed him lunch."

At that last, Blaine shot him a glare and rolled his eyes, while Kurt giggled until his belly cramped and he hiccupped. Finn snorted and shrugged his shoulders, "Im sure any of them would if he asked."

Blaine slugged him on the shoulder, "Dont push it."

Finn popped his door open and stepped onto the hot pavement, and Kurt wiggled to hop out and see his doting friends. Blaine unstrapped him then himself, and threw his legs out of the car. He walked around it and opened Kurts door. Kurts small fists curled and uncurled around nothing until Blaine wrapped him in his arms and lifted him against his chest, then Kurt bunched Blaines shirt in his hands.

"Are you okay?" Blaine muttered, kicking the door shut.

Kurt nodded so Blaine reluctantly set him on his feet, watching for any wincing or trembling. "Hold onto me?" Kurt mewled, and Blaine was more than willing to practically carry Kurt on his hip, his arm tight around his waist.

When they met Finn around the front of the car, Blaine caught the soured look on his face as he stared at his phone. "What is it?" He muttered.

Finns brows furrowed and he shook his head, "Nothing. Its just... Rachels been texting me ever since we broke up. She wants to get back together and I dont know if I trust her anymore. What would you do, you know... if you loved someone and they cheated on you?"

Blaine cleared his throat, startled by the question. Dragging a hand through his hair, he grumbled, "I obviously dont like Rachel but... i-if I was in your position... Id try to trust again. Ive told Kurt before that if he ever cheated on me that Id stay with him... Id work things out... Id do whatever it takes to make him happy again, to be the only man he needs. Even if I wasnt to blame for him leaving and finding pleasure with another man... Id change for him." When Finns eyes flicked to Kurts small, pink face but he didnt say anything, Blaine sighed and lifted and dropped his shoulders, "If you want her, talk to her. Ask what she needs in a man because Im not it. But... I think you deserve better, Finn."

Finn finally nodded and looked at Blaine, "Thanks for the advice. Youre the only person Ive talked about this to." Biting his bottom lip, Finn shifted and leaned into Blaine, embracing him tightly. "Youre the greatest friend Ive ever had. I love you."

Blaine, shocked by the hug, twitched and started to pull away, but, because of something he couldnt quite understand, he was comfortable. Unsure of what to do, Blaine balled up his fists and patted Finns sides. Finn chuckled at Blaines stiffness and squeezed him, "Its okay." He promised him, "Im not going to harm you."

Shuddering, Blaine lowered his shoulders and slowly wrapped his arms around Finn, "I-I love you, too."

Finn smiled and pulled away, then slung an arm around Blaines shoulders, "You dont have to be afraid, Blaine. Not with me."

Blaines throat was dry so he cleared it, and he mumbled something that sounded like a "thank you" to Finn. Finn probably didnt know exactly what Blaine was thanking him for, but he smiled anyway and squeezed Blaines arm. "No big deal," he said again.

Finn left his side and strode ahead of them, so Blaine focused on Kurt, who batted his lashes at him and smiled. Kurt slid his fingers through Blaines and lifted the hand that wasnt around his waist, pressing it to his lips. Blaines lips curved with a smirk and he curled his fingers, grazing his hardened knuckles over the soft skin of Kurts cheek.

"Youre brave," Kurt whispered to him, cuddling into his chest so there was no space between them. "My hero."

Blaine tilted his head and kissed Kurts dark blond hair, "No... youre mine."

I dont let people inspire me. Blaine flicked his eyes to Kurts small face, pink with giddiness as he giggled at something Puck told him. Probably one of those "...so I said to the guy, Leggo my Eggo..." stories. Their betrayal hurts. Kurts dimples popped and he tossed his head with a pretty laugh. I dont want to be close to people.

"Kurt, do you think youll make it to Nationals?" Artie patted Kurts shoulder, and Kurt turned to him with a breathtaking smile that caused the guys to flush, each absolutely enthralled with him.

Kurt looked at Blaine and he wrapped his arms around his neck, "Blaine and I would like nothing more."

Blaine touched Kurts hands to keep him looped around his shoulders, his cheek pressed to Blaines nape. But Kurts impossible to avoid.

Kurt sighed on Blaines hot skin and he nuzzled under Blaines chin. He changed me... made me into a man.

"Finn, dude, whos your presentation on?" Puck bumped Finns shoulder.

I love him.

"Cooter Menkins," Finn shrugged like it was no big deal.

Hell come back to me.

"Any volunteers to present next?" Lumbly muttered from his desk, scratching something down about the last persons presentation.

I proposed to him here.

"Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel."

Im gay.

Running a hand over his hair, Blaine got to his feet and lifted Kurt out of his chair. Kurt put his toes on the floor and held onto Blaine as he walked to the front of the room. Blaine turned and looked at his classmates, most of them bent over their phones or passing notes. His friends stared at him, giving smiles and nods of encouragement. Finn winked.

Blaine swallowed.

Maybe I dont have to be scared anymore. I can just love Kurt and... let go.

Blaine took a breath, "I dont let people inspire me..."

Kurt wobbled and clutched Blaines shirt to keep his balance, so Blaine quickly scooped Kurt off his feet and cradled him against his chest. "Better?"

"Oh, thank you." Kurt sighed, lifting his foot and unstrapping one of his shoes. He tugged it off and rubbed a red mark, "It feels so nice to take those off."

Stopping in the middle of the parking lot, Blaine boosted Kurt higher and bent over his toes, kissing them one by one. "Ill give you a foot massage when we get home. Are they sore?"

"A little," Kurt frowned at his toes. "Id like a foot massage very much... as long as you use our cherry-flavored moisturizer. It always makes me hungry for cherries because it smells so good."

Blaine chuckled at that and kept walking, "Ill make you a cherry cheesecake for dessert, then."

"Thatd be very sweet of you," Kurt cooed, growing oddly quiet as he stroked Blaines strained biceps. "Blaine? Can I ask you something?"

Blaine paused in step again, "Of course, honey. Anything."

Kurt mashed his lips and tugged one of the strings on Blaines jacket, "Why am I your inspiration? There are so many wonderful people to look up to... Patti LuPone and Barbra Streisand... Oh! And even Paris Hilton. Not when she drinks or hooks up with those bronze, buff sugar daddies... but her fashion line is very pretty. I would wear anything of hers on the runway."

"Kurt," Blaine shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. "Kurt, sweetheart, look at me."

Kurt jumped from his fashion daydream and lifted his blue eyes to Blaines grinning face. "Thats exactly why youre my inspiration."

"Whats exactly why?" Kurt looked confused.

Chuckling deep in his throat, Blaine hugged his fiancé tighter and brushed their lips. "Everything about you is so perfect." He whispered against his earlobe, nipping it between his teeth. "Even when you babble about Paris Hiltons hook ups."

He carried Kurt to his car and popped open the passenger door. Setting Kurt down, Blaine started to close the door until Kurt grabbed his sleeve. "Blaine?"

Blaine stared at Kurts round eyes, his blond lashes quivering, "Yeah, baby?"

"Im so proud of you." Kurt covered Blaines hand with his soft palm and squeezed, his fingers wrapping around Blaines hard wrist. "You had the courage to let everyone see that youre really mine... that youre gay."

Blaine shuddered and pressed his lips to Kurts, "I want you to be."

Kurt suddenly giggled against his mouth, and Blaine tugged away, "Two million, Blaine Anderson, and thats all I promised." He stuck his nose to the ceiling to make his rejection clear.

"You little brat!" Blaine took Kurts chin between his fingers and turned his head so he could press kisses all over Kurts blushing face, "I lost count. I could be at a thousand."

Kurts blue eyes popped open and he scrunched his face, "Not the way you ravish, youre not."

Blaine stole another kiss on Kurts nose, "Let me count the hickeys on your pretty, little bottom. Thatll prove if Im at two million or not."

"Maybe three million wouldnt be so bad." Kurt murmured on Blaines mouth, sighing as Blaines tongue pressed his bottom lip.

"Five million," Blaines voice was muffled.

"Fine," Kurt gave in, wrapping his arms around Blaine and tugging him close, "but only because your kisses are amazing."

"Ill get you up to seven million by the time you go soft under me." Blaine threw his leg over Kurt and pushed his tongue between Kurts lips, and to Kurts shame, he easily conceded at nine million.