They walked to Blaine’s room in silence. His mom didn’t say anything when Blaine closed the bedroom door, just nodded understandingly.
   
Kurt stood there, by the bed unsurely, obviously not sure what to do or how to act, eyes still dripping from tears.

“Come, let’s just lie down for a while,” Blaine said and crawled into the bed while Kurt lied down as well with insecure moves.

Blaine reached out and pulled him closer, Kurt didn’t protest.

“I’m so sorry, Kurt,” Blaine said then and ran his thumb over Kurt’s cheek to wipe away the teardrop. “I’m so sorry for not telling you about Sebastian, I’m so sorry for yelling at you, I-“

“Wait, no,” Kurt cut him off. “No, no, don’t be sorry, you did nothing wrong. I’m sorry, you’re because of me. I’m sorry for not letting you explain, for ignoring you..”

“We agree to disagree,” Blaine huffed after the moment of hesitation because he felt like sleeping a little. It was warm and there was Kurt, forgiving him everything and everything was so much lighter again.

Kurt swallowed and smiled then lightly, probably because he was tired himself. They stayed like that for a while, just looking into each other’s eyes while Blaine stroked his boyfriend’s cheek and Kurt his arm.

“You just have so much in your plate, you know,” Blaine said after a long moment of silence. “And I didn’t want to add anything there. That’s why I didn’t tell you about Sebastian.”

Kurt pressed his lips together and nodded briefly.

“I know, I get it,” he assured. “It’s okay.”

Blaine smiled back and leaned a little closer to Kurt’s face. Kurt did that too and their lips met to a gentle kiss.  Blaine wanted to cry, let the tears out that he had been holding back but he knew that crying could be a little painful.

“I love you, and trust you by the way,” Kurt muttered. “You can text to whoever you want.”

He trusts you, an inner voice said to Blaine in his head. A quilt flushed over again as he thought about NYADA. He thought he should just confess what he had done because the next letter should arrive soon.

Not now, Blaine told himself then because to be perfectly honest, he didn’t even know what the letter will say or if it will come at all.

“I love you too,” he said instead and tucked closer to Kurt as they drifted to sleep.

They slept until three o’clock, that’s when Blaine’s mom woke them up and prepared some lunch.
Without a word they crawled back to the bed after that, between the sheets this time and started to watch a movie in Blaine’s laptop.

It turned out that Blaine couldn’t look at the screen for a long time though because his eyes started to ache again so Kurt shoved the computer away and pulled him into the hungry kiss instead.

Blaine knew where this kiss would lead up to and for a second he thought about his mother who was downstairs and who could easily come in any time. But Blaine gave in, hoping that his mother wouldn’t bother them or at least knock before coming in, and let Kurt to undress him.

They passed time with showing how much they had missed each other with those last days. Before they even knew it, it was almost time for dinner and Blaine could hear his father’s car pulling in the driveway.

“Do you think you could stay the night?” Blaine asked when they got dressed again. “I’d really like to sleep next to you tonight.”

Kurt froze to that and tensed a little.

“Would your parents be okay with that? With me sleeping in the same bed with you?” he questioned but Blaine just shrugged.

“Kurt, we’ve been here all day, all alone with closed door. How would the night be any different?”

Kurt thought about it while he pulled his jeans up.

“I don’t know, I have to call my dad.”

“I could do the talking, if you want,” Blaine suggested. He knew that Burt trusted him so talking with him wouldn’t be a problem.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll talk myself. I think it’s better this way,” Kurt said then.

Blaine left Kurt alone to call his dad while he carefully walked downstairs.

“Are you even allowed to be out of bed?” his father asked when he arrived to the kitchen.

“Your father is right, you know,” his mother uttered and took the dinner out of the stove. “You should be in bed, resting not dancing around the house or moving.”

Blaine swallowed. He felt his ears turning red because he was quite sure this previous activities with Kurt weren’t exactly something that would’ve belonged to the not-moving category.

“I’m fine. I’m a little blind not an invalid, thank you very much,” Blaine replied and sat next to his father by the courter. “Is it okay, if Kurt will stay the night?” he asked just in case anyway.

His father coughed to that, and Blaine didn’t miss the frown he sent to his wife.
 
“Of course it’s okay, honey,” his mother smiled then and ignored his husband.

Blaine looked at his father who looked a little worried but decided not to mention that. He had his rough path with him but his father had improved a lot and really tried.

“The dinner will be served in any minute, Blaine. Where is Kurt anyway?”

“Talking to his dad,” Blaine explained before turning away from the kitchen to go and call him.

They had dinner and talked with Blaine’s parents about school, about Sebastian and what was going on. Then Blaine found pajamas for Kurt to wear as they tucked under the blanket again.

“I can’t believe my father was actually okay with it!” Kurt said when Blaine turned the lights off. “I mean, I even told him that we’re going to sleep in the same bed and all he said that he appreciated my honesty.”

“Well, let’s be thankful for the guy and get him some cheeseburger someday,” Blaine teased because he knew how strict Kurt was being with Burt’s menu.

“Do that, and you’ll see what happens,” Kurt warned and rested his chin on Blaine’s chest.

Blaine laughed lightly and nuzzled his nose against Kurt hair.

“I won’t take that risk. Love you too much for that.”

“Love you too,” Kurt sighed. “Goodnight.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a good night.”

Kurt had to return to school the next day so he left early to stop by his house. He almost considered begging his dad if he could stay home for the rest of the week but he knew that this wasn’t an option, no matter how generous Burt had been with Kurt’s and Blaine’s relationship. The day passed slowly in agony as he couldn’t stop worrying about Blaine. The anger accumulated in him when he thought about Sebastian and even though he had a great night sleep without worries, Kurt still felt tired and exhausted.

Talking to Santana helped a little, Rachel and Mercedes were also by his side for the whole day but he sure didn’t expect his father to show up at school during his Spanish class.

“Dad, what’s going on? Is Blaine okay?” he asked when he followed his father’s fasts steps towards the choir room.

“This,” his father answered, showing some kind of letter in envelope. “came with mail. From some school NYADA.. Kurt why haven’t you told me that you were applying?”

Everything went quiet. Everything stilled for a second to Kurt. He watched his father’s surprised gaze but he couldn’t answer to the question.

“Wha-what?” Kurt stuttered.

“I just realized that we haven’t even discussed your plans after high school, I know I’ve been busy and everything but I still don’t understand why you haven’t said a word about this school. Why haven’t you told me that you’re applying for this school?” Burt asked again. His voice wasn’t exactly mad or disappointed, more worried and surprised.

“Because I don’t,” Kurt breathed and carefully took the letter from his father’s hands. He watched it, making sure that he thought about the same thing that Burt was talking about.

“You’re not?” Burt was confused, so was Kurt. So, so confused that it made his hands shake. “Bu-but it has your name and everything..”

Burt was right: there was Kurt’s name spelled on the envelope with his correct address.

“I thought about applying, but I didn’t send my application or anything,” Kurt mumbled quietly, more to himself than to his father. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it.

They stood there for a good minute in silence while Kurt stared at the envelope and Burt sat down to one of the chairs.

“What does this mean?” he asked then but Kurt didn’t react. He didn’t have an answer really. “Someone applied for you or what?”

That’s when it slowly started to clear. That’s when Kurt remembered Blaine’s expression when they heard Tina’s and Mike’s conversation with Mike’s father. That’s when he remembered how Blaine and Rachel talked after that. That’s when everything started to make sense: Blaine’s and Rachel’s blooming friendship and their lack of interest for Kurt’s future plans.

“Oh god Blaine,” Kurt growled and let his hands fall, barely holding the envelope. He walked over his father and sat next to him.

“Blaine?” Kurt heard his dad questioning. “You, you think Blaine sent it?”

Kurt simply nodded.

“Aren’t you going to open it?”

Kurt shook his head. He wasn’t able to form words right away.

“So, what are you going to do?”

It took a moment before Kurt dared to open his mouth again.

“I’m going back to Spanish,” he said. Burt looked more shocked than before. “I’m going to stay here until the end of the day and then I’ll figure out what I’ll do with.. that.”

“Are you sure?” Burt inquired. In any other circumstance, Kurt would’ve used that chance but right now, he couldn’t go home. He knew that if he would just disappear in the middle of the day, a lot of worried questions would come to his and probably also Blaine’s way.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Kurt sighed and hid the envelope into his bag. He thought about asking about this from Rachel but quickly decided not to: he needed to talk with Blaine first.

Burt left the school, Kurt ignored Mr. Schuester’s and everybody else’s questions about his father’s sudden appearance, saying that it was nothing important, just a brief family meeting  and tried to get over with his day. He was even quieter, even more thoughtful.

Kurt found himself in front of the Blaine’s house after school. His heart was beating rapidly and he felt nervous. But he had to do it: he had to go into this house because he needed to give Blaine some notes and assignments from school.

Front door wasn’t locked so he let himself in. The house was quiet: Ms. Anderson’s car wasn’t in front of the house so Kurt assumed that she had returned to work. He heard some quiet Roxy music coming from Blaine’s room, so he followed it.

Blaine was sitting on his bed when Kurt opened the door. He was still in the same pajamas that he was in the morning, an eye patch on his left eye, reading a magazine.

“Hey,” Kurt said softly. Blaine almost jerked off the bed to Kurt’s voice and tensed but as soon as he noticed Kurt he relaxed.

“Jeez, you scared me,” a boy breathed.

“The front door wasn’t locked so I let myself in. Is okay?”

“Yeah, of course.”

A silence followed which Kurt didn’t really know how to fill. Blaine followed him with his eyes when Kurt walked over to the bed and sat by the edge.

“I don’t think you should be reading,” Kurt noted and waved towards to the magazine.

“I discovered that there isn’t much I can do without using my eyes so I figured that least a little reading wouldn’t hurt.”

“So it doesn’t?”

“It kind of does..” Blaine laughed, Kurt smiled too, feeling how the tension he had bought in slowly started to fade.

“Let me read it for you,” Kurt said then, tensing immediately at his own choice of words. Blaine frowned lightly but let Kurt to take the magazine anyway.

Kurt read some articles to Blaine as he felt his boyfriend’s gaze on him. When he was finished, he put the magazine aside and pulled his bag up on the bed. He took out the notes he had written down for Blaine but his moving tensed when he noticed the envelope. Kurt had almost forgotten about it. He hesitated but took it out anyway and added it to the pile of Blaine’s notes.

Blaine took the notes and started to briefly read them, flipping the pages carelessly until he noticed it. He froze, stopped flipping and took the letter between his fingers.

“It came today with the mail,” Kurt uttered quietly when he saw Blaine’s reaction. The boy dragged his watery eyes from the letter to Kurt slowly.

“Kurt..” Blaine said with half pleading, half groaning tone.

“I just.. can’t wrap my head around it. Want to explain?”

“I- I,” he stuttered but that didn’t help. New kind of rage mumbled under Kurt’s skin and he just wanted to let it out.

“I was like.. sitting on Spanish class and my father came in and asked me to go with him and he gave me the letter and started asking why I haven’t told him that I was planning to apply for this school and I just looked up to him and,” Kurt’s voice was close to broking, so was he. “and said that I wasn’t. Like.. I thought about it but never applied because I knew that I wouldn’t get in and Blaine, I can’t handle another rejection.”

Kurt stopped and looked at Blaine, who’s eyes flickered with sorry and understanding before his hands took the envelope again and tore it open before Kurt couldn’t protest.

“You’re a finalist,” Blaine said as soon as his eyes landed on the letter. “You’re a finalist, Kurt.”

“What?” Kurt mumbled because he really wasn’t sure if he was hearing right.

“You become a finalist,” Blaine repeated, a small smile on his face.

Kurt thought about Blaine’s words for a moment but shook himself out of it then.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” he said and started to walk back and forth.

“What?!” Blaine exhaled like he didn’t believe his ears. “Of course it does! It means that you’re a good enough to be one of the finalists. Don’t you see, Kurt? You’re almost in!”

“No, I’m not!” Kurt stated with a harsh, not so happy tone and stopped walking. “It just means that I’m one of the hundred students who will get the change to audition. It’s almost luck.”

“Why are you being like this?” Blaine whined. “Why are you pushing away the chance for your dream? Why can’t you just accept it?”

“Because,” Kurt said with the deep breath and closed his eyes for second. “Because it’s too hard and I’m not strong enough to make it! I can’t even take the rejection and you should know it! You saw me after the class president voting! I can’t take it.” Kurt’s breathing went heavier with every word, his chest rising up and down. His own words stabbed it and it hurt, a lot. “I just.. don’t understand why you bothered to send it at the first place,” he said then and sat by the edge of the bed again.

“Look,” Blaine said then and reached out for Kurt’s hand. “I’m sorry, if it upsets you. I hated to do it behind your back but I love you and I care too much about you to see you giving up your dreams.”

Kurt looked into Blaine’s sincere eyes. He believed him, he really did. He just didn’t understand it.

“But I’m not sorry for sending it because you’re finalist and that really means something, you know? You need to audition and at least give this dream a chance before your give up, okay?”

Kurt thought about his words and he had to admit that these did make sense.

“I don’t know, Blaine,” Kurt sighed finally when his breathing slowed down again. “I’m too.. mad and tired right now. I don’t know what I want to do.”

Blaine nodded but didn’t say anything else, not even when Kurt stood up and took his bag.

“I.. have to go.. uhm. I need some time to.. wrap my head around it. Could you please ask Mike or Finn to bring you notes?”

Blaine blinked a few times, before he answered.

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’m sorry, I love you.”

Kurt leaned to lightly kiss Blaine’s lips.

“I love you too,” Blaine replied with sad eyes and let his hand slide over Kurt’s arm.

Kurt left, feeling the need to cry but trying to hold himself back until he was safe between his bedroom’s walls. It felt like the beginning of summer again, when this was the only place he felt safe. It hurt and he knew that it was no one else’s fault but his.