Blaine lifted his head from Kurts shoulder when he felt his seat shake, and he turned his head to the left and right, from Kurts small face to the window. Scrubbing his face to get the sleep out of his eyes, he peeled himself away from the back of his seat and checked out the window again. There was a two-story house behind the moving truck that Burt was backing down a short driveway, and he stopped it at the end of the driveway. Checking to make sure Carole had followed him up the driveway in her van that was filled to the ceiling in boxes, Burt turned to the three who had rode with him and said, "Alright, guys, head on out. I only rented the truck for a few hours."

Finn, who was sitting behind Blaine, shook the back of his seat, "New house! New house!" He threw open his door and jumped to the ground, almost falling over onto his butt. Running toward the house like a madman, he stopped on the porch and waved to Blaine and Kurt, "Come on, guys! Ill beat you to the best bedroom!"

"Finny!" Carole called after him, busy with taking a few boxes out of the van, "We already said which bedroom is for who, remember? Oh, that boy." She shook her head and decided to ignore him, turning back to the van.

After Burt unstrapped himself and got out, Blaine finally moved and opened his door. He put his foot on the step below the door, then dropped to the ground. Turning around, he held his arms up for Kurt, who laid his hands on his shoulders. He scooped him up and helped him to the ground, but Kurt didnt let him go after he was on his feet. The two of them walked side by side into the empty house, and Blaine jumped when Finn burst from one of the rooms, "My room is awesome!"

"You said that when you looked at pictures of it." Carole put in, setting a few boxes down in the doorway. "Finny, come outside and help us bring boxes in." After she brushed invisible dust off her hands, she patted Blaines back, "Take a look around, you guys. Your room is upstairs. I dont know about you guys, but I really like this place."

Even though Blaine said nothing-as usual, Kurt gave Carole a sweet smile, "Oh, Carole, I think its a perfect home. Our family will fit in very well here." He took Blaines hand and led him over to a staircase, and he tried peeking above the tall steps to the top floor. "I wonder what our room is like." Padding up the steps with Blaine on his heels, Kurt held onto Blaine the entire way up. Over to the left was a smaller guest bedroom, but off to the right was their bedroom, opposite of a bathroom that was just for them.

Kurt went into their bedroom first, wandering around in circles and searching every corner of the room. Following him in, Blaine walked over to a pair of doors and opened them to find a bare closet that would soon be filled to the top. He turned away from it when he heard Kurt coo over something, and he saw Kurt sitting in the windowsill and looking at the ground below. "Oh, Blaine, we have a wonderful view. Its so sunny and warm in the sill." He stretched like a sunbathing cat, and Blaine helplessly smiled at him, walking over to him and staring out with him.

"Do you like it here?" He said quietly, and Kurt twisted around to face him. He tucked his feet under his bottom to give Blaine room to sit down, so Blaine lowered onto the spot beside of him and tugged his feet onto his lap. He tickled the bottoms of them, making Kurt curl his toes.

Kurts lips curved into a pretty smile, "Oh, yes, I think its a pretty home. But could you be happy here, Blaine?" Scooting closer to Blaine, Kurt touched under his chin and ran his fingers along his scratchy jaw. "I know that when you worry, you chew your lip."

Blaine quickly let go of his raw lip, and he turned his back on Kurt, "Im going to bring our furniture in." He stood from the windowsill and started to back away from Kurt, but he was stopped when Kurt took his wrist in his tiny hand. Kurt held his arms up, so Blaine bent to wrap him up, and he buried his face in Kurts shoulder.

"Theyre your family, too." Kurt said very softly, and he tilted his chin and kissed the top of Blaines ear. "And we all love you very much." They pulled away from each other when Blaine shifted because his back was sore from bending over. Blaine gaped at the loving look in Kurts eye. Hed never seen anyone look at him like that before. "Id like to help you bring in boxes."

Blaine nodded toward the door, but he couldnt move his head very much because Kurt was still holding onto him. "You can help me." He told him, leaving Kurts arms and heading toward the door. He waited for Kurt to scamper after him to walk through the door, and he felt Kurts fingers immediately slide through his. They went back downstairs to a living room full of boxes that tripped Blaine, but Kurt held onto him so he wouldnt fall.

They got through the maze and out the front door, and they saw their family gathered around the truck. Finn was standing in the back of it and handing boxes down to Burt, who gave the smaller ones to Carole. Blaine let Kurt lead him up to their family, and Finn pushed a dresser to the edge of the metal floor. "Hey, Blaine, can you help Burt lift that out? Kurt, do you want to help my mom?" While Burt and Blaine got busy with dragging the dresser out of the truck, he reached behind him and grabbed a lamp. He handed it to Kurt, along with a small bag of pictures, "Why dont you take those inside? Ill see what else I can find for you."

"Okay." Kurt followed Carole, who had her arms full of kitchen supplies, up to the house, and Burt and Blaine finally got the dresser on the ground. They hauled it up and waited for Finn to grab the side of it before they struggled to carry it inside. Kurt came back out of the kitchen and blinked at Blaine as he put his side of the dresser down, then he hurried over to him and checked his hands as if to make sure they werent tender. "Be careful with the heavy furniture, my dear. I would hate if you smashed your fingers."

"Im fine." He tried to assure Kurt, staying on his heels as he wandered off in search of something else to organize. Blaine almost stumbled over himself as he moved aside for Finn, who was dragging in a couch. He got censured by his mom, who told him not to scrape up the bottom of the furniture, but he just disappeared into his room. Flicking his eyes away from Finns door when Kurt padded a few inches away from him, Blaine realized what he wanted and said, "Do you want me to take our stuff up to our room?"

Kurt bobbed his head a few times, so Blaine took his hand in his and guided him out to the truck. He pulled himself up into the back of it and dug through the few boxes remaining, most of them for the kitchen, and he found his and Kurts things near the back. He shoved them up to the front and let Kurt pick from the lighter ones, then went back to grab their bedframe. After he pulled it out and landed on the ground, he reached for Kurt again. Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Oh, youre very strong." He told Blaine, and he turned his head to hide the red in his cheeks. He didnt feel very strong at all.

Before they got very far across the lawn, Finn jogged over to them and patted Blaines back, "Hey, Blaine, I wanted to ask you if you were coming to the football game tonight. You know, the last Booty Camp." Blaine blinked at Finns hopeful question, but he turned away from him again. For the past few days, Blaine had stayed home with Kurt during Booty Camp, and he had Finn or Puck take over. He got away with it because none of the teachers had shown up-they had expected him to have control over the people he used to be among, when he didnt at all, and he just had to hope that he could get by with it for one more night.

He shook his head as an answer for Finn, and he walked away before Finn could express his disappointment. Blaine was tired of disappointing people. With Kurt still clinging to his arm, he dragged the bedframe upstairs and set it down where Kurt pointed out would be the best place for it. It didnt take long to get their room put together, most of the time spent on hanging up Kurts dresses in their closet. Blaine had never held so many fabrics in his hands. He kept track of the passing time after Finn left without him, which he was relieved about-he was safe for the night, but he was very aware of the sound of the door swinging open about two hours later.

Most of the furniture was in place in the house, and Carole and Burt had left to return the moving truck and make sure their old house was cleared out, but Kurt was still rearranging his makeup and perfumes at his vanity. Blaine had fallen over onto their bed long ago, aching from carrying dressers and mattresses upstairs, but he pulled up when he heard Finns bedroom door close. A moment later, feet clunked on the stairs, and Kurt went to open the door when there was a knock. "Hello, Finn." He heard Kurt say very politely, "How was the football game?"

Finn was drenched in sweat, his dark shirt clinging to his chest, and Blaine didnt regret getting kicked off the football team for a second. "We lost... really bad." He frowned at Kurt, then turned his attention to Blaine. "Blaine, theres something I need to tell you. Schuester came to the game tonight... one of the football players told him you ditched every day. Hes not letting you perform in Regionals."

Kurts little mouth fell open, "Oh, Finn, it cant be!" He gasped, scampering over to Blaine and putting his hands on his chest as if that would protect him from what Finn was saying. "But Blaine is a wonderful singer... Weve looked forward to this for so long. Hes my partner."

Blaine, who was used to discontentment-both causing it and getting it, kept calm and wrapped his arm around Kurt, "Finn, youll have to dance with Kurt. He cant be on his own." He left his thoughts of what was happening at that, even though his mind was going in a million different directions. He almost had a headache because of his own thoughts. He flopped back on the bed and closed his eyes, so tired, but his dreads and worries wouldnt let him sleep.