Blaine could not believe this bullshit. It was March, and he had endured three solid months of said bullshit. Blaine leaned back on the sofa in his living room, his body filled with tension, over all this bullshit!

His father hadn't left after that night he slept on their couch. He lingered like a festering wound under everyone's skin. Doting on his mom, chummy with his brother. Fuck. At least Aunt Bella was sane. But there was little she could do about anything if his mom doesn't want to do anything. And she's too busy being doted upon. Don't get it wrong, his mom seemed happy for the first time in a long time. While she was contented these last months, he could tell that she wasn't downright joyous. And really, no one would be, when the man you truly loved was the world's biggest douche. So he's happy that his mom is happy right now.

But he didn't trust his dad. Not even an inch. His dad had become an annoying fixture of sickly sweet understanding that sent alarm bells ringing in Blaine's head. It's like he knew which buttons to press with his mother and brother to get his desired outcome. Something was weirdly off and he couldn't pin point it. It bothered him to no end. His father wasn't a man who put thought into his family, regardless of his profession of being a changed man. Needless to say, Blaine did not put a restraint on his distrust. Blaine was careful in his interactions with this man he didn't recognize, much like the way one would approach a sleeping lion.

He was up to something. Blaine just knew it.

Christmas had rolled around and Blaine was overjoyed that it was his first one with Kurt. Especially since he got that expensive scarf Kurt always went to visit when they'd go to the mall. He happily told his mother such as he folded the scarf into its box and wrapped the present for Kurt. They honored their tradition of wrapping presents together, though they never wrapped the ones they got for each other at that time. Blaine would sometimes catch his father looking at him out his peripheral vision, like he was studying him carefully. But he would always look away when Blaine looked at him, finding something to smile at or to compliment his mom or to make a lighthearted joke. What shook Blaine this particular time though, is that when Blaine looked at him, he didn't look away. He stared right at Blaine. And Blaine stared back. Stared into the eyes that were like his, except colder, harder some how. And Blaine could have sworn he saw the tiniest fleck of frenzy buried deep within the cold hazel. But then his father blinked and it was gone. Blaine was wary. Was he seeing things? Would anyone even believe him if he wasn't?

New Years crept upon them and Kurt was staying over. Apparently them living in a different town didn't stop the Anderson New Years party tradition. Especially with his father now around. However a house full of people didn't stop Blaine from wanting to be a bad, bad boy. And really who could blame him? Have you seen Kurt??? There was a point when Kurt sat in his lap, talking and joking with him, excited by the shear amount of people in his living room. He thought nothing of it. There were so many people around, who would even have time to pay attention to them? But someone did, and Blaine started to feel uneasy. He knows it's crazy, but he felt his father's gaze from across the room. When he glanced up to see that he was right, a shiver ran down his spine. Something wasn't right. Fuck what his mom had said about his dad just trying to understand him; something was inherently not right. Even Burt had picked up on the looks they were being given, and was a bit wary about Kurt staying over. Clearly Burt didn't trust the man either. Blaine felt a little validated by that. And apparently, Blaine's dad was slipping. Usually no one else but Blaine caught the alarming stares. Burt only gave in after Kurt begged and begged. And it shouldn't have to be that way. His boyfriend was supposed to feel safe with him. Be safe with him.

Kurt was his world. He wasn't about to let his world fall around him. The stakes were higher this time around. He still had his mom to worry about. But now, now there's Kurt too. And he'd be damned if he sat back and let his dad hurt Kurt.

Though his worries had not decreased, he didn't let them stop him and Kurt from celebrating the emergence of their meadow from the winter's snow with amazing frotage on their log bench. His muscles started to react from the mere memory of Kurt's weight on top of him. Of how perfectly their bodies fit together, moved together. Of how hot and slick and sweet it felt in their cocoon of blankets and their own limbs. Of how utterly wonderfully right it felt to be with Kurt. It never ceased to amaze him.

"Blaine."

The voice dragged him from his memory abruptly and he was more than shocked to hear it. See, though his father practically lived with them now, he hadn't made a great effort to converse with Blaine apart from pleasantries, and he was more than happy to let that continue. So he was surprised. And a little miffed at himself. He can't ever let himself get so lost that he isn't aware of his surroundings. His father could have hurt him beyond belief in the time he spent visualizing the exact feel of the shape of Kurt's co- oh fuck he's doing it again. His eyes snapped open and he focused on his father.

"Yes father?" He inquired in a falsely sweet voice.

"Okay, don't go all defensive on me yet."

Dan could sense that tone a mile away from Blaine. The boy hadn't budged the whole time he'd been there. But then again he didn't expect him to. He had to tread carefully; Blaine was oddly perceptive. He had to make this as convincingly sincere as possible.

Don't blow this Jr.

"I know I've been an asshole, Blaine. Especially to you. I just need a chance to prove I'm not that guy anymore. Would you at least give me that? Put me on a probationary period or something?"

"I've seen all I need thanks." Blaine answered curtly.

Shit, this was not gonna be easy.

Well you knew that from the start.

Blaine was gonna be the toughest nut to crack. But he will crack, yes he will.

And if he doesn't, he'll just have to be crushed.

"Tell me about this boyfriend of yours I see hanging around."

Dan was proud of himself; he didn't even flinch at the word boyfriend. And if the bewildered look on Blaine's face was anything to go by, he'd hit the jackpot. Bingo.

"What do you want with Kurt?" Blaine asked tensely.

Dan could detect the barely concealed anger. He could practically see the wave of protectiveness roll through his son.

This is the way to get to him. Being around the little fags long enough showed you that.

His dad was right. Careful observation told him that if he wanted to hit Blaine where it hurt, he'd have to go after this Kurt kid. Not directly though. Never directly. He'd try the trust thing first. If that failed, well then. He'd just have to resort to other measures.

"I'd just like to meet him properly. Get to know the boy dating my son."

Blaine was confused. He saw that. Great start to this.

Take him off his guard. Wear him down.

"Really? You want to- what- talk to him?" Blaine's every instinct was screaming bloody murder. Something isn't right.

Dan could see Blaine wrestling with what he was being presented and what he knew deep down. His son had good instincts. It was something of Blaine's that he was proud of at least. Now it's working against him though. For his plan to work he needed Blaine's trust and now more than ever it's looking like he'd have to proceed without it.

Too bad the kid's a fairy. He would have been an excellent businessman. This would be the kid to leave the empire to. Straighten him out Jr.

The fact that he agreed with the voice in his head should have been a signal, but it wasn't. Dan was too far-gone.

"Yeah, bring him round and we can have lunch, just the three of us. I just want to be apart of your life again."

His father was scaring him. There was an overly polite slightly deranged smile on his face and the manic gleam was back in his eyes. What the fuck was up? Where was the guy with the calm cold exterior he'd known for the better part of 17 years? He almost missed him compared to this guy. And the words he was saying do not fit at all. Is the mania because he just wants his family back or is it something more sinister? This is confusing. He feels like he doesn't even know what's real anymore.

"Umm... Okay. Sure." Blaine agreed tentatively. At the very least he can't do anything to Kurt with him there. No way he'd let that happen.

Dan could hear the words of assent, but he could see that Blaine had his guard up. Way up. Further up than he had it before this little talk. Fuck.

I told you not to fuck it up!

"I didn't do anything wrong!!! I said all the right things!!!" Dan shouted to his thoughts.

Fine, the boy is just too guarded. Answer him; he's looking at you.

"Good, good. So you'll ask him and let me know?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm heading there now in fact."

"Perfect. I'm glad we're doing this Blaine."

 "O-...kay. Umm. I guess... Umm I'll see you later?" Blaine was at such a loss, that what should have come out as a statement came out as a question.

"Yes, later. Have fun!" Dan laid the cheer in his voice on thick. Blaine grabbed his coat and his keys and pushed his phone in his pocket. With a last inquisitorial look at his dad, he slipped out the door.

"Fuck!" Dan exclaimed out loud as soon as Blaine was out of earshot.

It's fine. You'll just have to break him down. Go to plan B.

Dan took a deep breath. "Yes, plan B."

Kurt had the house to himself. He doesn't know if this is good or bad thing. Being alone means there is time to think. And his head was a hostile place at the moment. He had a seed of self-doubt and Sebastian watered it.  It grew like a fucking weed, fed by his insecurities about himself.

Merry and the girls are all over at Davy's for a sleepover. His parents were finally taking their little weekend honeymoon at Carole's family cabin. And Finn jumped at the opportunity to be at Rachel's house 24/7. He should call Blaine. Some time together would be grand. But he had to compose himself first. He didn't want Blaine to see him like this. This was his shit to deal with. He knows, with every fiber in his being that Blaine loves him. Shouldn't that be enough? Nothing else should matter. Especially not some smirking idiot who didn't even know him, or even know how great he and Blaine were together. He knows nothing of the love they share. Or how much they care for one another. How much they matter to each other. How much they live for one another.

He moved to sit around his mother's grand piano. Music was the only thing he thought could help even a little right now. His mom taught him well, and he in turn taught Merry all that he knew. This was their legacy. He needed this therapy. He even knew the perfect song. So he let his fingers glide over the keys, moving through the beautiful intro with ease. He steeled himself and began to sing.

Under your spell again,

I can't say no to you.

Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand,

I can't say no to you.

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly

Now I can't let go of this dream.

I can't breathe but I feel...

Kurt feels out the pause in the music here. He always does. But this time it's heavy. Blaine has given him hope. Hope for something more. Something other. It would crush him to lose it.

Good enough,

I feel good enough for you.

He shouldn't let anything fester in his mind. Blaine treats him like he's the only person in the world. Why should he second-guess that?

Drink up sweet decadence.

I can't say no to you,

And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.

I can't say no to you.

Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.

Now I can't let go of this dream.

Can't believe that I feel...

Good enough,

 I feel good enough.

 It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good. 

How long has he waited for someone to love him like Blaine does? He had thought it impossible once upon a time. He had so many things he was responsible for, so many things he had to keep in order. There was never anytime for himself. Now he's able to lose himself in Blaine, when everything gets too heavy for him to bear. And it's the best feeling in the world.

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.

Pour real life down on me.

'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.

 Am I good enough for you to love me too?

And there's the apprehension he feels. The feeling that this is all a fantasy, and it will crash around him. He couldn't be this lucky. He's never this lucky. Will he get to keep Blaine? Is he good enough to have a happy ever after? His hands moved fluidly over the keys.

So take care what you ask of me,

'cause I can't say no.

Kurt softly played out the last notes and let them drift to silence. 

"Where are the girls?"

Kurt smiled at the sound of the voice he'd know anywhere.

"At Davy's. They're sleeping over. How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough. That was beautiful. You are beautiful..." Cue Kurt's tomato red cheeks. "Where's Finn?" Blaine questions.

"At Rachel's."

"So let me get this straight," Blaine says as he moves into the living room. "You're home," He moves closer to the piano bench. "Completely alone," He sat beside Kurt and drew him into his arms. "And I'm just learning about this?"

Kurt chuckled. "I was just about to call you, I swear. I... I just had to get something out of me first."

This was the thing Blaine sensed as he stood and watched his boyfriend pour his heart out about being good enough. He knew it had something to do with him. Something to do to with the way his eyes just wouldn't meet Blaine's sometimes. As if he were afraid that Blaine might discover something there. Yeah Blaine knew something was bothering Kurt. He was just waiting for Kurt to tell him on his own. Maybe that would be today.

He kissed Kurt gently at his temple. "You feel like talking?" Blaine asks quietly.

There was silence for a moment. The only thing Kurt hadn't tried yet to deal with this was to actually talk to Blaine about it.

" I... I guess I just, I let something Sebastian said the last time we saw him get to me. No big deal."

"Except it is a big deal sweetie. We haven't seen Sebastian in months and it's still itching at you. If it affects you, it is a big deal. If it makes you look around me, instead of at me, then it's a big deal."

"You noticed."

"Of course I did. I was just waiting for you to tell me what's up. It's hurts to see you hurt Kurt. No matter how miniscule you think it is. Why didn't you just tell me sweetie?"

"I couldn't look you in the eye. I wasn't ready to face you yet. I didn't want to hear you tell me I'm crazy, even though I might be. Doesn't make these fears any less real."

"What fears?"

"Just... Blaine. I've... I never get to keep anything. Anything for me and only for me. Great things don't happen to me Blaine. All my hopes and dreams had to be put down, not thought about. I love my family to death, but I live for them. I don't get to keep things for myself. So what exactly would make me think that I get to keep you? The most wonderful of any hope and dream I've ever had. We couldn't have come from more different worlds if we tried. What if the right one for you isn't me?"

Kurt took a deep breath and then whispered. "What if Sebastian is right and I'm not good enough for y-"

"Wait." Blaine interrupted. "No Kurt. Don't... Baby the fact that that sentence started with the phrase ‘What if Sebastian is right-' should make you second-guess it. You get to keep me Kurt. You get to keep me because I love you. I. Love. You. More than I could love anything else in the world. You're gonna get to achieve all you want to. And even if circumstances warrant different outcomes for your dreams, know this; I'm not going anywhere, at least, not without you. You're such a kind selfless person Kurt, that if anything, I would be the one who doesn't deserve you, who isn't good enough for you. I honestly hope you don't realize that and just up and leave. My world would be shattered Kurt, because it's core would be gone."

Doubt was a terrible thing. He'd let it consume him, fueled by remarks of jealous spite. And it had kept him from coming to the one person who could help soothe it. He turned to face Blaine on the bench and began planting little kisses on his face.

"I'm sorry." Kiss. "I should have said something." Kiss kiss. "I love you." Particularly long kiss on the mouth.

"I love you too, and yes you should have." Blaine smiled into the kiss.

The boys lapsed into a comfortable silence, wrapped up in each other. Thoroughly at ease with each other. Kurt suddenly chuckled.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"I was about to ask you if I developed telekinesis without knowing, because when I was thinking that I needed you here, you appeared."

It was Blaine's turn to chuckle. But then he turned very serious as he remembered what drove him out of his own house. "I... I was actually... It's like I was drawn here. My head was scrambled. You are the only thing that makes sense right now Kurt."

The change from happy Blaine to distraught Blaine was jarring. Kurt was bewildered for a second before he gathered his wits.

"What happened B?"

"It's my dad. I just... Something is... I know something is up. I can't explain it. I just... I have this feeling Kurt. And he's... He's like... He's giving my mom this side of him that she's always wanted and... He's asking for a lunch date with us and I... I KNOW something's going on ... But nobody's gonna believe me and I can't..."

"B." Kurt interrupted. "Deep breaths baby. Come on. In... Out... Again. Calm..." Blaine relaxed into Kurt as he followed the instructions. This is why he knew they were mean to be. Kurt was the only person he ever let himself be this vulnerable in front of. And he never felt less after having done so.  When he felt notably calmer he continued.

"Kurt. He's not the guy I knew. And that's not a compliment. He's reeling mom in. Cooper is fine as long as he's not abusing us, there's not much he can do anyway unless he moves back here... Aunt Bella will listen to me, but there's not much she can do without mom on this side of the fence. He's... He's up to something. I can see it simmering just under the surface of this fake façade he has. And I just have to keep reminding myself not to fall into the trap of believing the bullshit. I have to be constantly on my guard. It's tiring."

Kurt was at a loss. He doesn't know what to do to remedy this situation, but he thinks maybe that's not what Blaine wants from him. Sometimes a person just needs someone to listen, to care. He'll always be that someone for Blaine. He turned to face him on the bench.

"Okay B, listen to me. You're staying with me this weekend. Your mom won't be home much because she's covering Carole's shifts as well as hers. You won't have to be alone in the house with him. You'll get a break from being constantly on your guard, and just relax with me."

Kurt could practically feel the relief radiating out of Blaine.

"That sounds perfect, actually. Thank you sweetie."

"No need. I'll always be here Blaine."

"I know... I know you will..." Blaine put his hand at the back of Kurt's neck and pulled him close into what was meant to be a soft reassuringly slow kiss... However it didn't stay that way. The sweet presses became deeper, morphed into a hot searing kiss as Blaine licked his way into Kurt's mouth. He needed this. He needed it like air. This is the truth in the massive web of lies that has become his life since his father came back into the picture. Kurt.

"Make love to me." He whispered into Kurt's lips, and wasted no more time in capturing them again. The minute he said the words was the minute he realized just how much he needed it. Needed to feel grounded and stable and right again. Knew that only Kurt would make him feel that way.

Kurt stood up and pulled Blaine along with him to his room. The headspace he was in let his instincts take over, especially after hearing the clear ‘I NEED YOU' in Blaine's tone just now. It was to comfort, protect, assure. The need to attend to Blaine at the forefront. Blaine needed him. No insecurity would keep him from responding to that.

Clothes started to be shed on their way to Kurt's room, the need to be as close as possible growing with every step. Skin to skin contact craved like water to a desert. Kurt backed Blaine into his room and unto his bed. There were less words and more sure, forceful movements, showing Blaine rather than telling him how much he'd be there for him. And most importantly that he'd be there forever. Kissing Blaine like it was the last thing he'd ever do, so he was determined to make it worth it. Because Blaine was worth it. He was worth it. He could have this. He could keep Blaine. He dipped his head trailing hard kisses down Blaine's torso, leaving tiny little red marks and eliciting sharp satisfied moans from Blaine's lips. He sucked on Blaine's hipbone the longest, a deep purple bruise forming on Blaine's tan skin. Kurt lifted his eyes and traced the trail of bruises from under Blaine's ear to his hips and he's satisfied. It made statement that he wanted it to make. You are safe. You are loved. YOU ARE MINE.

Kurt licked Blaine's length from base to tip and then sunk back down taking him all in one swallow. Blaine let out a low grunt at the encompassing heat; they way Kurt's lips tightly hugged his dick. He could come just like this, easily, Kurt's mouth was magic. But he wanted more. He wanted to feel Kurt inside him. He reached his hand down and cupped the side of Kurt's face. Kurt understood immediately and pulled off, reaching for the bottle in the drawer of his nightstand.

By the time Kurt had lube on his fingers, Blaine was panting heavily into the space around them, a layer of sweat making him glisten under the lamp light in Kurt's room. He was the picture of perfection to Kurt. Beautiful. Kurt planted a kiss on the inside of Blaine thigh and whispered his love into Blaine's skin before gently starting to work his boyfriend open. It was easy, effortless. Blaine's body knew him, knew how he felt and just shaped itself accordingly. Like they were truly made for each other, puzzle pieces. And how could this not be right, how could he ever feel like he didn't belong with Blaine?

He danced his now three fingers over Blaine's prostate and watched as his forever arched his back at the intense pleasure, letting out a pleading moan. The look in his hazel eyes telling Kurt that he was ready. Kurt nodded and slicked himself up with some of the lube before tossing the bottle. He sat back on his haunches and took one of Blaine's feet. He pressed kisses along the inside before placing it over his shoulder and slowly began inching into Blaine. When He was fully sheathed, the strong sense of right was overwhelming. He eased forward and rested his forehead against Blaine's. This is exactly where he's supposed to be.

Blaine couldn't stop the tears falling down his cheeks. And why would he? Sharing this with Kurt will forever continue to be the most amazing thing he ever experienced.  For the first time in weeks he felt whole, alive, real. Only Kurt was real. What he felt for Kurt is real. What he had with Kurt is real. He arched he head a bit and kissed Kurt as Kurt continued to thumb away his tears. Kurt will always be there to dry his tears. He squeezed Kurt's hand to tell him that he could move.

Kurt inched out slowly and gently slipped back in, building a slow steady pace, letting Blaine's little cries and moans guide his pace. He just worked on memorizing how it feels to be one. Giving and receiving, further tangling their lifelines together. He shifted his angle and Blaine moans became earnest. So he pushed harder, moving faster, giving Blaine what he needs while at the same time every stroke telling him that Blaine was here, and he wasn't going anywhere, at least not without him. He could feel Blaine's body shaking beneath him, his walls clenching around him and he knows this will be over soon. He wished this moment would last forever. When Blaine screamed his name as he came between their bodies, he knew it could. He tumbled over the edge, grunting his boyfriend's name, feeling winded as he laid on top of Blaine's chest. But feeling calm, sated, and right.

The laid in silence, Blaine carding his fingers through Kurt's hair while they normalized their breathing.

"I love you." Blaine whispered.

"With everything?" Kurt asked. Blaine chuckled.

"With everything." He responded.

"I love you too... with everything." Kurt retorted. "You're my forever, Blaine."

Blaine's smile was wide and his heart was content. He was the luckiest guy alive to have Kurt. He'd always known that. He's gonna spend the rest of his life showing Kurt this.

A subtle message tone broke the silence. It was only then that Blaine realized they were both drifting to sleep.

"Just ignore it B." Kurt grumbled sleepily.

" I'm just gonna check to see that it's nothing too important." Blaine took his phone up and unlocked the screen. "It's Mom. She says I should come home, it's an emergency."

Kurt didn't know what it was, but something in his mind stirred. "Isn't your mom at the hospital?" He raised his head to look at Blaine.

"Well the last I checked, yeah. Maybe she came home. Maybe it's something with Dad. Shit, I can't leave her alone with that man Kurt." Blaine moved off the bed to get himself cleaned up and something still didn't sit quite right with Kurt. If this was an emergency, why didn't Janet call Blaine? He was uneasy. But maybe this was the way they communicated, or worse, maybe she wasn't in a position to call him, which wouldn't be a good position at all. He watched as Blaine flitted about retrieving his clothes from the floor.

"Okay... Just umm, keep your phone on and text me when you're home or call, the minute you reach your door-" Blaine cut him off by kissing him.

"It'll be fine, I'm sure it's okay. I'll come over tomorrow with a packed bag ready to spend the rest of the weekend with you ok?" Kurt nodded and squashed the feeling as he leaned in to kiss Blaine.

"I'll call the minute I'm at my doorstep." Blaine promised.

"Okay then. I love you." Kurt answered.

"I love you too." And with that Blaine went out the door.

Seconds later Kurt heard the front door shut.

15 mins later Kurt's phone rang Blaine's ring tone. He must have run home to reach so fast. Kurt smiled.

"I'm at my doorstep love." Blaine sing song. Kurt chuckled.

"Who are you, the flash?" Kurt asked jokingly and Blaine started to laugh. But then Kurt heard him stop abruptly.

"What the-" Blaine exclaimed. Kurt heard the phone drop... and the sound of something hitting a wall, maybe? Or was it the door?

"Blaine?" No answer. He could hear talking but he couldn't control his own panic enough to decipher what was being said.

"BLAINE!!!" He shouted.

Kurt heard shuffling and then the phone line went dead. He dropped his phone on the bed and was off in a second, throwing on whatever he could find. Blaine was in trouble. He knew it; he had to get to him! He didn't know what he was going into and he didn't care. He had to get Blaine.

Kurt dashed out of the front door of his house. Leaving his phone on his bed in his haste.