Rachel slammed her locker door and clutched her books against her body, storming away. Kurt ran to catch up with her, walking in long strides, “Rachel! Calm down! It’s not that big of a deal.”

She stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning to face her best friend, “Yes, Kurt, it is a huge deal! My best friend is dating my little brother!!”

Kurt shoved his hand over Rachel’s mouth, stopping her diva rant. “Shut up, Rachel! No one can know right now! I told you because you’re my best friend, and I can’t stand to keep anything from you. I thought that you, of all people would be happy for me, for Blaine! I’ve finally found someone that loves me for who I am, and who I love in return! Just because that man so happens to be your brother means nothing. God, Rachel, as if you have any room to talk! You dated your ex’s best friend, if I recall correctly! “

Rachel opened her mouth to argue, but now it was Kurt’s turn to storm off, his proper bitch face in place as it usually was. Turning his nose up at the jocks, and ignoring the whistles he frequently got, he was notified that Coach Sylvester wanted to see him in her office.

Kurt walked in to find Rachel and Blaine sitting in Sue’s office, and the only empty seat in between them. Kurt and Blaine had practiced this. He had to look at least mildly disinterested in Blaine until Kurt found a way to break the news of their relationship to the school without any form of retaliation. Kurt placed a discreet sneer on his full lips as he placed himself in the seat between Blaine and Rachel.

“Barbra here tell me that you and Glasses have been seeing each other after school, Porcelain,” Sue began.

Kurt kept his face calm and collected, “My relationships and personal life are none of your business, Sue. The only thing you need to be concerned about is my performance at practice and competitions.”

”So you aren’t denying it?” Sue asked.

”I won’t deny my feelings for someone,” Kurt responded.

”I’ll have you know that I won’t tolerate this ridiculousness. Either you find a way to bring Glasses up on top, or I’ll be sending you back to the bottom, Porcelain. “

Kurt stood, grasped Blaine’s hand and pulled him up, “Come on, Blaine.”

Rachel remained silent, with her eyes trained on the floor. Kurt didn’t spare her a glance as he left Sue’s office, and walked out with Blaine’s hand clutched in his own.

Blaine pulled Kurt into the bathroom as they walked down the hall. “Are you alright, Kurt?” he asked timidly.

Kurt smiled down at his boyfriend and kissed him chastely, “I’m fine, Blaine. More or less, I’ll be okay. I can’t believe Rachel would betray me like that. I told her because I trust her; she’s my best friend and your sister for God’s sake!” He was pacing now, his McQueen boots squeaking on the tiled floor.

”You could have denied it, Kurt….” Blaine said softly, his eyes not meeting Kurt’s.

Kurt stared at Blaine dumbfounded, and he placed his hand on Blaine’s cheek, “Look at me, honey.”

Blaine raise his eyes to meet Kurt’s shining blue orbs, and Kurt smiled softly at him. “I will never, ever deny my feelings for you Blaine, or anything about our relationship. Never. I love you for you, and I would never deny that.”

Blaine smiled hugely at this revelation, and stood on his toes to reach Kurt, and kissed his cheek. He bounced excitedly on his toes, and then hugged his boyfriend tightly, “I love you too, Kurt.”

The pair walked out of the bathroom, hand in hand, ready to take on anything McKinley could throw at them

”I’m pretty sure these pants aren’t supposed to be this tight, Kurt! Blaine called from the dressing room.

Kurt chuckled, and his jaw dropped as Blaine walked out of the dressing room. He was wearing a pair of dark washed skinny jeans; paired with a black v-neck and a purple cardigan, he look positively delectable. He was going for a relaxed, casual, sort of hipster look for Blaine, and all be damned if he didn’t pull it off perfectly.

He stuttered, at loss for words. The clothes fit perfectly, and hugged him in all the right places, and holy shit if his ass didn’t look amazing in those designer jeans then his name wasn’t Kurt Hummel.

”They look awful don’t they? Listen, Kurt if you can’t find any-“ Blaine started, interrupted by Kurt.

”Shut up right now Blaine Anderson,” Kurt stood up, and pushed Blaine back into the dressing room, closing the curtain behind him. His cock twitched in his jeans as he pressed Blaine against the wall, “You look positively delicious. But I’d much rather prefer those jeans off.“ Blaine felt himself hardening in those skintight jeans, and felt Kurt’s own growing arousal against him.

”K-Kurt…. N-not here….” Blaine said shakily because oh god, Kurt’s lips were on his neck, nursing the hickey from the other night and making it darker.

Kurt pulled away, but not before kissing Blaine deeply. “I’m going to go pick out some more clothes for you, since we have an idea of what kind of clothes you look best in. Then we can head to my house,” Kurt concluded, then walked back into the main part of the department store with his messenger bag discreetly placed over his erection.

After dropping off Blaine’s new clothes at the Anderson-Berry home, tossing out any of Blaine’s fashion suicidal clothes, accepting welcoming hugs from Neil and David when they were told Blaine and Kurt were now dating, and promising that Rachel would come around to accept it, Kurt and Blaine were now sitting on the couch at the Hudmel home. Burt and Carole sat in front of them as they told Kurt’s family that he was now dating Blaine.

Carole squealed in excitement, while Burt remained somewhat calm and embraced Blaine openly. Kurt smiled, but as Burt cleared his throat, he knew the inevitable was now upon them.

Burt spoke with a little uneasiness, ”Kurt, Blaine, I don’t you both throwing yourselves around like you don’t matter. I trust that both of you know your limits, and can learn each other’s . Don’t push yourselves to do something you don’t want, ever. Wait until you’re ready.”

”Alright Dad,” Kurt responded, as he stood and kissed his father’s cheek. “Come on, Blaine. We can go up to my room,” he said as he tugged on Blaine’s hand.

”Door open!” Burt yelled as the two made their way up the stairs.

”Unless you want a repeat of walking in on Finn and Rachel making out, but with me and Blaine, I suggest otherwise,” Kurt called.

Carole watched Burt’s face turn noticeably pink, and nudged him gently, “You just have to trust them, Burt. They aren’t going to do anything they aren’t ready for.”