The Beach House – Chapter Seven – Bumblebee Kittens

Little Daniel could hardly wait to get to Kurt. He idolized the man that saved him in the storm and so he ran between tables in the restaurant to get to him.

“Daniel!” Kurt said in a most enthusiastic voice.

“Kurt!” Daniel shouted back.

“Hey, buddy, lets calm our voices down. There are a lot of people around us that want to have a quiet supper,” Kurt admonished the small three-year-old. He was stern but very gentle with the boy. Danny stood, looking up at Kurt and smiling. Kurt swept the little guy up into his arms and gave him a hug.

“Oh, sorry. I was too excited. My Bubmlebee Kittens were running even though I didnt tell them they could,” Daniel told the man very seriously.

“Your what?” Kurt asked, thinking he hadnt heard the boy clearly.

“He means his hands,” Blaine explained, just catching up to his son. “Danny calls them his Bumblebee Kittens. What can I say? Hes three, and he has a wild imagination.”

“Wait – Bumblebee Kittens?” Kurt asked.

“I have no idea where he came up with the name, but hes had them for a long time, right, Danny-Boy?” the boys father answered, smiling at his sons imagination.

Kurt grinned.

“My Bumblebee Kittens are tired so they are going to sleep until supper. Can you put me in the booster chair Mr. Kurt?” Blaine was happy to see Kurt had thought ahead and asked for a booster seat for Danny.

“So, Danny, what would you like to eat for supper?” Blaine asked, although he knew already what his son would want. They ate here frequently.

“Ravils, please,” the boy said, closing his menu and setting it down. “With chocolate milk, if I can. Is that okay, Daddy?” he asked, his golden eyes big as he asked his father.

“Yes it is, Danny. Would you like cheese raviolis with tomato sauce or meat raviolis with cheese sauce?” Blaine asked.

“The Bumblebee Kittens are deciding,” Daniel told his dad.

“Okay. What looks good to you, Kurt?”

“Everything!” he said, a big smile on his face. He ate here on occasion, and he wondered why hed never seen Blaine and his son.

“Really?” Blaine laughed.

“Maybe not all tonight. I think Ill have the baked flag orchiette with marinara sauce and a salad with house dressing,” Kurt told the waitress.

“Ill have the cappelini in olive oil with artichokes, capers, and shrimp. Ill start with the zuppa toscano,” Blaine ordered. He looked over at Danny who told them he wanted the cheese ravioli with cheese sauce.

“What is flag orchiette?” Danny asked after the waitress left to turn in their orders.

“Orchiette are small pasta in the shape of a little cup. The name means ears,” Kurt said and Danny laughed. “They call it flag because the pasta are the colors of the Italian flag: red, white, and green. They make three colors using beets for the red and spinach for the green. Ill let you have a taste if youd like,” Kurt offered.

“Oh! Id like that!” Daniel crowed and reached over to take Kurts hand. Kurt smiled and looked at his ex to see if this was okay. Blaine met his gaze with a big smile.

“I have a little gift for you, Danny. Do you want to open it now?” Kurt asked.

Danny looked over at his dad for permission before accepting. Kurt got the three small packages from his messenger bag and set them on the table. Danny grinned and opened them very carefully. Inside were the pages from the antique book that Kurt had framed for him.

“Oh, pretty! Who are they?” Danny asked, looking at the illustrations of childrens fairy tales.

“This is the Steadfast Tin Soldier, this one is The Snow Queen, and this fancy bird is The Nightingale. They are all fairy tales written by a Danish man called Hans Christian Anderson.”

“Hey, thats our name! Right, Daddy?” Danny said, his eyes big.

“Right, honey.”

I bet your daddy can tell you the stories, right Blaine?” Kurt asked.

“I sure can,” Blaine smiled, warming Kurts heart.

“Thank you,” Danny said with no prompting. His little hands held the pictures, looking at each one, studying the figures in the illustrations until the waitress came with their food.

Once the supper was served, and Daniel proclaimed that his Bumblebee Kittens had woken up so they could feed him, the conversation went on to the beach house and the vacation.

“The house is off the coast of Maine, near Lubec,” Blaine began and a smile graced Kurts face.

“Blaine, we went there one summer – remember?” Kurt reminded him. Blaine remembered that summer quite well, hed been so in love with Kurt and the joy of being with him every day that summer wasnt something he was likely to forget.

“Your grandparents asked us to spend the summer – it was between junior and senior years. I loved it there! Your grandparents left the house to you?” Kurt asked, his eyes sparkling as he recalled that idyllic time – theyd spent every moment together. They had gone beach combing and walked all over the area, finding jasper on the beach and filled a box full of sea glass that Kurt kept. The pretty pieces of sea glass in so many colors were in clear glass bowls on his bookcase in his office.

“Yes, I wasnt sure if you remembered, though,” Blaine said, looking shy for a moment.

“I still have the sea glass we picked up from the beach when the tide went out each day,” Kurt said, his voice a little thick as he tried to calm his emotions. He could feel in his pocket, the keychain hed carried since high school - it was made of a piece of red jasper that Blaine had found and given to him that summer.

“Those were good old days, we never had a care in the world, did we?” Blaine said rhetorically.

“I dont remember it the same, if you mean high school. There were all the bullies and the stress and heartbreak of being hated for what I was, not who I was. I dont have great memories of that era,” Kurt groused.

Dannys brow furrowed at the thought of his Kurt-Angel being sad. He looked to his father to see if he could fix this. His daddy nodded to the little boy and leaned forward, taking Kurts hand into his own.

“Im sorry that you had to go through that, Kurt, but it got better, didnt it?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah, it did. Thanks to you, Blaine,” Kurt said, his eyes getting a bit misty. Blaine was indeed the one who saved him from the bad things at McKinley. He let Blaine hold his hand, giving a squeeze before releasing it.

“Are you ready for the million dollar question of the evening?” Blaine asked and smiled when Kurt nodded at him. “Were you able to check and see if you can get away for two weeks to the wilds of Maine?” Blaine asked.

“Yes, I didnt have a lot planned and I was able to switch around a few clients, so Im all yours for the next two weeks,” Kurt told him, his face full of smiles and sparkling eyes.

Blaine let out a sigh of relief. He really wanted this to go well.

“So, we leave tomorrow morning?” Kurt wanted to know. His luggage didnt pack itself and he wondered how on Earth Blaine managed with a 3 year old.

“If that fits your plans?” Blaine asked, his face showing just how much Kurts answer meant to him. He caught Kurts gaze, looking deep into the blue depths he had been dreaming about for so long.

“Yeah, it fits in just fine,” the warmth of Kurts voice helping to calm the nerves Blaine had been feeling all day. Blaine winked at Kurt, loving the quick smile he got in return.

“Well, perhaps we can start in the morning? I will be at your door at seven oclock sharp,” he proposed, unable to hide the relief he felt. He was finally going to be able to find his way back to the love of his life.

They finished their supper and declined the offer of dessert before standing up to leave. Kurt had taken care of the check and Blaine was helping Danny put his sweater on for the walk home.

“Thank-you, Daddy,” the boy said politely.

“You are most welcome, sweetheart,” Blaine replied.

Kurt was impressed with the childs manners. Blaine must spend a lot of time with his son, teaching him things like that. A wave of melancholy swept over the printer, knowing he might have been a father himself if hed been a more careful person back when he was with Blaine. He sighed and Blaine noticed.

“Hey, is everything okay? I can arrange to go later if this plan doesnt fit into your schedule, Kurt. No problem,” he offered. The last thing he wanted was to irritate Kurt right now.

“Oh, no! No, theres no problem. I think Im just – I dont know, maybe tired? I need to get home and get a good nights sleep. Thats a ways to drive, up to Maine, if I remember correctly,” Kurt said.

“Yes, it is, but well do fine. Can we walk you home?” Blaine asked, a shy smile on his face.

“We can walk part ways at least,” Kurt smiled, holding out his hand to Danny.

“How many blocks, Daddy?” Danny asked.

“About five, then Mr. Kurt will go south and well go north, okay little buddy?” Blaine spoke to his son.

“Thank you, Daddy,” the little boy said, grinning up at his fathers face before reaching up to take Kurts hand. “Can we hold hands while we walk, Mr. Kurt? I dont want to be left behind ever again. It was scary and cold,” the boy said in a stage whisper.

Kurt went down on his knee to be the same height as the boy.

“We wont ever forget you, sweetheart – not ever. I promise that as long as Im around you will be safe,” Kurt explained to Danny. The young boy put his arms around Kurt, leaning close and surprising the man when he kissed his cheek. Blaine smiled at his sons affection for Kurt, quickly turning and leading the way out of the restaurant.

While the thunderstorm had gone yesterday, today had its own surprises and the three left the restaurant only to find themselves walking in a soft, misty rain. Blaine automatically pulled Dannys hood up and tied it under his chin to protect him from the chilly air. Kurt scooped the boy up, holding him way up in the air until his good-natured giggle could be heard down the block.

“Okay, kiddo, Im going to put you back down. Your voice could shatter glass!” Kurt laughed, delighted to be permitted to play with the son of his friend.

They walked a few blocks, Dannys hands faltering in their grip and his feet slowing down.

“Tired, little monster?” Blaine asked.

“Do you think hes coming down with something after yesterdays escapade?” Kurt asked, showing concern.

“Hes fine, I think hes just a bit tired, right Danny Boy?” Blaine said, but decided to keep a close eye on him just in case.

“Im not tired, but my feet are. Can you carry me, Daddy?” Danny pleaded, looking up at his father with a begging expression.

“How about if I carry you?” Kurt offered. He liked it yesterday when he held the boy close in his arms.

“Sure, Mr. Kurt. Thank you,” he said, holding up his arms to his fathers friend. Kurt glanced at Blaine for permission and leaned over to scoop the three-year-old up when he got a nod of approval.

“There, kiddo, is that better now?” Kurt asked and got a hug and a kiss on his cheek before the child laid his head down on Kurts shoulder. The look of content on Dannys face was sweet as he snuggled closer and closed his eyes against the soft rain.

They walked in companionable silence until they got to the crossroads where Kurt would turn off to go to his apartment.

“Hey, maybe you could come over to my apartment for a little while? I know we didnt plan anything, but I just dont want to end our evening together yet,” Blaine said when Kurt was getting ready to hand Danny back to his father.

“How far is it?” Kurt asked.

“Just a few blocks. Here, hand Danny to me; I can carry him the rest of the way, Kurt.”

“Even though hes small, children seem to gain weight when they fall asleep,” Kurt mentioned with a smile. “I was serious, though, Id like to carry him. Thank you, Blaine,” Kurt said softly when Blaine agreed. He kissed Danny on his soft curls.

They walked through the wet New York evening, looking at the sky to try to point out stars – Blaine was remembering the night he and Kurt spent on the roof of the building where their loft was. Kurt saw the apprehension in Blaines face. “Dont worry, Blaine, were going to be fine.” Kurt said, sounding confident. They walked another block before Blaine stopped in front of an older brownstone building with a door that led to a wooden staircase.

“This is my building,” Blaine said, turning the knob on the door after inserting the key. They went up the narrow stairs and Blaine stopped in front of another door, unlocking this one, too. He waved Kurt in first and locked the door behind them. Kurt arched a brow and Blaine walked down a hallway to his sons room.

Gently removing Danny, who now resembled a sleepy koala, from Kurts chest, he laid his son down in his bed and started stripping him of his damp clothing. He dressed the tired boy in warm flannel pajamas and covered him up with his blankets. Blaine leaned over and kissed his sons cheek. The boy was already asleep. Kurt also gave him a tiny kiss and took Blaines hand as they left the room.

“Thanks, Kurt. I know he gets heavy after a while. It was a nice night to walk home, even with the rain,” Blaine said, trying for small talk to ease the nervous energy they were both feeling.

“Would you like to sit down? I have a nice bottle of zinfendel or maybe a chardonnay in the wine rack if youd like a glass,” Blaine offered.

“That sounds lovely,” Kurt smiled and took a seat on the small sofa by the stereo. Blaine appeared in a few minutes, a bottle of riesling in his hand. He raised his eyebrows at Kurt who nodded that yes, he liked the riesling.

Blaine set the two glasses down on the old trunk he was using as a coffee table. Pouring some wine into the pair of crystal glasses, he ventured a glance at Kurt, seeing his eyes looking back intently. Something was definitely going on. Blaine could feel the heat.

“Lets drink to finding each other after so much time,” Kurt suggested and Blaine smiled as he clinked his glass to Kurts.

“Heres to good fortune, serendipity, and fate,” Blaine said, his eyes seeking out Kurts. He could see the warmth in them as they each tipped back their glasses and drank the sweet wine.

“I am still....I dont know...flabbergasted? Amazed? Astonished? So many things are still racing around in my head,” Kurt admitted. He felt shy to bring up the awful past, but he was spending the next two weeks with Blaine – just the two of them in a small Victorian on the beach. Well, Daniel would be there, too. What if they ended up in a fight and Kurt would be all alone out there? No, Blaine would never leave him stranded. He needed to be positive.

“I think it must have been fate. I really do, Kurt. The cosmos getting together to help us to find each other, just when we each needed the other the most, wouldnt you say?” Blaine suggested. He sat down close to Kurt on the love seat, leaning in and taking Kurts hands as he continued to speak.

“I have a good life, and Daniel is a large part of that, but I am going to be honest here. Im lonely. I have dated a little – mostly blind dates set up by friends and good-meaning relatives – but no man was ever right. I didnt even give most of them a kiss at the end of the date. I just had no interest in anyone that wasnt you, Kurt. That is the sad truth of it,” Blaine said, pouring another glass for himself after topping off Kurts.

Kurt just looked into Blaines eyes. He could see the truth in them, that Blaine was truly unhappy. He could tell that the man loved his son, but having a loving relationship with your child is no replacement for a loving spouse.

“Oh, Blaine...that just breaks my heart. Im so sorry. I know how you feel, though. I have had just a few dates over the years, mostly clients or friends of friends. Nothing I felt good enough about to pursue. What have we done to each other?” he asked, his voice breaking.

Blaine saw the hurt in Kurts eyes once more and hated himself for his part in it. It may be true that every man is responsible for his own happiness, but he felt he was responsible for stealing Kurts happiness and maybe his confidence, too, away – and he hated himself for it.

“Blaine?”

“Oh...Im sorry, I guess I was distracted. What did you say?”

“Nothing, I was just...well, I better get home and finish packing if were leaving in the morning,” Kurt said.

Blaine got up, holding his hand out to help Kurt to his feet.

“I understand, yeah, were going to do better if we get an early start,” Blaine muttered. His expressive toffee brown eyes sought out Kurts crystal blue and they just gazed for a long moment.

No words were spoken, but both men moved to hold the other in their arms, Blaines cheek on Kurts shoulder while he tried to stop his stomach from churning. Kurt sensed the turmoil that Blaine was experiencing and slowly put his arms more tightly around the shorter man, holding him in a warm hug. It felt so good to be able to hold Blaine again – something Kurt had thought was lost to him forever.

Suddenly, both Blaine and Kurt were so deep in emotions, so thrilled to have their love back in their respective lives, they could feel the electricity crackle between them.

“Kurt...will you come with me? To my bed?” Blaine whispered, very low so Kurt could ignore it if he wanted to. Kurts body responded before his brain was able to form words and he found himself following Blaine to the bedroom at the end of the hall, his breath sharp and quick in his lungs, his eyes trying to land on something immobile to try and stem the dizzy circles his head was trapped in.

Opening the door to his room, Blaine hesitated.

“Kurt – dont do this because you think you owe it to me or out of some kind of obligation. Please. If you come to my bed, do it because you still love me as much as I love you and you see a future for us, okay?” Blaine finally got out, worried that he might chase Kurt away, but more afraid of them being together and breaking apart once more. He could not take that. Hed lose himself this time, he was sure, but it was worth the risk to get Kurt back. He could see Kurt weighing his words, his hands shaking as he stepped closer to Blaine and wound his arms around him once more.

“Blaine, Im going to do this because I love you. Because I dont want to waste another day being away from you. I want us to find our way back to each other...”

Blaine walked over to his bed, holding Kurts hand and letting the anticipation of what was going to happen run shivers down his back and across his stomach. He pulled Kurt close, kissing his cheeks, his temple, his mouth. He began to undress for the man he loved for so long...one piece of clothing at a time.

The light beside the bed was on, the rest of the room in darkness, and Blaine had eyes only for Kurt as he peeled off his clothes. He felt the trembling that had invaded every inch of Kurt and pulled his naked chest close, kissing into his neck and running strong, warm hands across the tight muscles of his back.

“Hey, its going to be okay, baby. We dont have to do anything, I wont ask you to do anything you dont want to do,” he whispered into Kurts ear, giving him open-mouth kisses on his sensitive neck. Blaine remembered the first days of exploring Kurts body. His boyfriend was shy and only let Blaine remove his shirt under the cover of darkness one night in his bedroom, the blankets pulled up to his neck. It was literally months before he saw Kurt without his shirt and even longer before he got his first glimpse of him completely naked.

Kurt clung to Blaines neck, his arms like iron bands as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

“Blaine...please...Blaine,” Kurt whispered, not knowing what to say or do. “Help me?”

“Sure, Kurt. Do you want to take off your clothes? You dont have to. We can just cuddle if you want,” Blaine cooed to him, not wanting to coax him into too much too fast.

Kurt stepped back, relaxing his arms. He unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off and folding it to place on the chest of drawers. He then removed his undershirt followed by his jeans and socks. Wearing only his briefs, he sat on the bed and focused his attention on Blaine.

“Oh, Kurt...” Blaine barely breathed his name, his eyes drinking in the beautiful body on display before him. Hed always thought Kurt was beautiful, with milk-white skin that turned to a light golden color where the sun was able to touch him. His hair was that shade of chestnut that made Blaine think of wild horses - and paired with his crystal blue eyes...

“Kurt, you are still so beautiful. You make my heart pound and my breath stop when I look at you,” he said in a hushed voice, as if he were in church. Kurt blushed.

“Your turn, mon cher. Ive missed your sexy body for way too long now,” Kurt encouraged his friend, a smile coming from Blaines face when he heard the French endearment he remembered from so long ago.

Blaine didnt hesitate for a moment. The quicker he removed the fabric in his way, the quicker he would have Kurt naked and in his arms. He was down to his briefs in just a few minutes and got in bed, pulling the blankets back and patting the mattress for Kurt to join him.

They had slept together last night, but it was platonic. They had still been in shock at finding one another.

Now it was different.

Kurt slid under the blankets and sheet, his whole body rubbing along Blaines side as he settled next to him.

“Kurt...” Blaines voice caressed the name as if he was reciting poetry and Kurt blushed once again. “Come here to me, baby. Ive missed this so much, so damn much.”

His hands ran down Kurts back, feeling each muscle and skimming over the ribs that still somehow stuck out just a bit.

“Are you taking care of yourself, baby?” Blaine asked, suddenly worried.

“Yes, of course. I mean – there were some rough days – but no, Im not starving myself and I do exercise. Do I look too thin?”

“No, of course not. I just remember you dont eat when youre worried.”

Kurt turned so he was facing Blaine, his nose just fit into the space between Blaines collarbones. He kissed Blaines skin here.

“You still taste the same, he giggled, then kissed him again, running his tongue around the bones below his neck. Blaine surprised himself when a soft moan escaped his throat. Kurt pulled back, too, scrutinizing Blaines face.

“Do you want me to stop? We can just cuddle if youd rather,” Kurt offered, afraid hed crossed a line that Blaine was not ready to cross, forgetting that Blaine had just said the same thing to him.

“No, dont stop. I invited you into my bed...” Blaine told him in a soft, seductive voice.

Kurt went back to kissing Blaines neck, knowing how sensitive it had always been, knowing how the quietest noises from Blaine would flow through his blood and settle in his spine, ready to burst forth if the stimulation grew stronger. He wiggled in closer, pushing his pelvis closer as he continued to nibble and kiss Blaines neck and shoulders. He could small Blaines scent here – clean like fresh linen but so masculine. That was what he remembered the most, that male scent that ran through his blood and into his bones when he was with Blaine. The air was getting heated and Kurt pushed back some of the blankets.

“Blaine...” he breathed, wanting to go on but scared to do so with Blaine just lying there. Then he could feel the trembling start.

Blaine opened his eyes to see Kurt, to learn everything through his eyes. It was so much like old times, but so new, too. Kurt was much bolder than hed been before and Blaine found he liked this new thing.

Continuing down his chest, Kurt kissed with an open mouth, tasting the tiny bit of sweat that was rising on Blaines skin. He whined, wanting more but afraid – so afraid. What if Blaine rejected him again? He didnt know if he could take that. He began to not only tremble but to shake.

“Kurt, this is right, angel. I promise, this time its right between us...please, dont doubt me. I want this...I want everything with you, baby. Please...can we be together again?” Blaine was rushing words, stumbling and whining, saying anything that came to him as he closed his eyes tightly and wished with everything he had that Kurt – his Kurt – would forgive him and take him back.

“Blaine...youre all Ive dreamed of for years. I know Im vulnerable, but I trust you. In spite of everything, baby, I trust you,” Kurt stammered back, his vision clouding and his head spinning. Suddenly he couldnt breathe...there was no air and he tried to gasp but it came out as a squeak. He was afraid...

Blaine sat up, looking at Kurt as he lost consciousness.

“Kurt! Kurt...wake up, angel...breathe...” he shouted, seeing Kurts lips turn blue. Blaine rocketed from the bed, grabbing his phone and dialing quickly.

“Hello?” came the womans voice from his phone.

“Quinn! Help me...Kurt is here and we were..and he was upset...hes not breathing and hes blue on his lips and fingernails...”

“Blaine. Stop. Calm down and go to him. Tell me, is he breathing?”

Blaine dropped the phone, picked it up and made an effort to make himself calm. He could do this. He leaned over Kurt and watched closely.

“Hes taking in shallow breaths now, his lips are not blue anymore, but hes trembling. His muscles are trembling,” Blaine said.

“Ill be right there. Keep talking, I grabbed my jacket and Im coming,” Quinn told her brother-in-law. She kept him talking while she jogged the two blocks to his apartment and let herself in.

“Quinn, in here!” Blaine shouted, pulling his sweat pants on. He made sure the blanket was covering Kurt as Quinn walked into his bedroom. She quickly pulled her stethoscope from her pocket and listened to Kurts lungs and heart.

“Okay, hes breathing well, his heart sounds strong and regular...” she started to tell Blaine when something grabbed her wrist and she jumped.

“Quinn? Quinn Fabray?” came a broken voice.

“Hi, Kurt,” she said, not sure of what to say. He was very obviously naked in her brother-in-laws bed. “Its Quinn Anderson, though, not Fabray.”

Kurts eyes got wide and he glanced over at Blaine, grasping the top of the blanket to bring it up around his neck.

“Oh, no, honey...not Blaine! No, Im married to Cooper. Blaines brother? You know Cooper,” she said, still monitoring his breathing. He made to sit up, but she placed a warm hand on his chest and eased him back down. He was still having some problems breathing.

“My...in my pants pocket...” Kurt tried to ask, pointing at his jeans folded in the chair. Quinn understood, reaching to the chair to find his trousers. She brought them close and Kurt reached into the pocket to get an inhaler. He turned to his side and pushed out as much air as possible from his lungs, then pressed the white container into the red case and the medication was released as he took as big a breath as he could manage. He suppressed the resulting cough and held the medicine in as long as he could, exhaling hard.

“Asthma or panic attack?” she asked. Blaines eyes grew even bigger as Kurt gave her a small quirk of a smile before answering.

“Both maybe?...Im okay, just with the weather and all...” he squeaked again and she nodded at him to take another puff of the inhaler. He was more successful this time and got it deeper into his lungs.

Kurt was finally able to sit up, still a bit hazy as he waited for his head to clear.

“Quinn, its good to see you,” he said, trying to inch the blanket up farther from where it had fallen to cover his chest. He wondered how much she had seen – or what she was thinking – to find him naked in Blaines bed. If she was startled, she hid it well.

“What are you doing these days? I heard that you had quit NYADA,” Quinn asked, taking Kurts pulse as she chatted. He told her about switching to art design at NYU and now he was a printer specializing in lithography. They both knew this small talk was an attempt to make Kurt calm down.

“So, I knew you had the first year at Yale...then what, you became a doctor?” he asked. His eyes flickered over to Blaine, pacing quietly at the end of the bed. He was obviously upset by the events of the evening.

“No. Im a Nurse Practitioner. I do many of the functions a doctor does, but no surgery. I have my own practice,” she smiled, her fingers on Kurts wrist, taking his pulse.

They chatted for a few more minutes before a small noise was heard at the door of the bedroom.

“Daddy? Why is Auntie Quinn here?” Danny asked, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

“Mr. Kurt wasnt feeling well, so she came to check on him,” Blaine explained.

“Oh. Okay. Can you put me to bed again? I couldnt find my teddy bear,” Danny asked, his eyes drooping.

“I can do that, okay, Danny?” Quinn asked.

“Yes. Is Ginny here? Can she have a sleep over?” Danny asked.

“No, honey, shes at home asleep. Uncle Cooper is with her,” she assured her little nephew.

Quinn stopped on her way out the door.

“Blaine, if you want to go to Kurts house to get his luggage, I can stay with Danny until you get back,” she asked Blaine.

“Thanks, Quinny. Ill take you up on that. It will save us time in the morning. Do you think Kurt is okay to drive so far?” Blaine asked, still a bit worried about him.

“Yeah, hes fine. His lungs and heart sound good. The puffer was all he needed. Just make sure to have his medication along with you and I think it will be fine,” she told him with a smile. She turned to wink as she followed Danny back to his bedroom.

Kurt sat up just as Quinn left and caught the wink. He blushed red.

“How about going over to your house to get your things? Quinn will stay with Daniel and we can get a good start in the morning?” Blaine proposed.

“Sounds like a plan,” Kurt said, eager to get out of the embarrassing situation hed found himself in.

They were out the door and back in less than an hour and bid Quinn a goodbye. Blaine had explained that Quinn knew about the trip to Maine because hed asked her to water his plants while he was gone and of course hed told her about Danny getting lost in the storm. Kurt was happy to make contact with an old friend from his Glee club, but was a bit uncomfortable about the context. Blaine had to kiss him for quite a while before Kurt was relaxed once again. It was barely eleven, so there was enough time for a good sleep before they hit the road.

“Im guessing we need to get to sleep, Blaine?” Kurt asked as they got into Blaines bed once again.

“I think that is best, dont you? We do need some sleep before we drive that far,” he said, his reluctance heavy in his voice.

“Is it okay to cuddle?” Kurt asked, trying not to sound too needy.

“Of course, angel, I will always want to cuddle you,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt tight against him and wrapping his arms around Kurt to keep him there.

“Are pajamas optional?” he pressed his luck.

“Go to sleep, Kurt. Well have plenty of time for that at the beach house.”

“Good night, baby.” Kurt turned so he could kiss Blaines mouth, keeping it easy. He had plenty of time for passion when they got to Maine.

“Good night, angel. I love you. You know that, right?” Blaine asked.

“Of course I do. I love you, too.”