Kurt was gone again a couple of weeks later. In meetings with his agent, scriptwriters, directors. He was getting measured of wardrobe, rehearsing, promoting the soon to be filming TV show about singers finding their dreams, getting his face out there and being seen around town; all of it thousands of miles away from Blaine.

They’d managed to keep it quiet for months, the local news only covering that Kurt was back, no-one knew that that missing teen was about to become a star, until two weeks before Blaine’s graduation.

“Blaine can you come down here?” Burt shouted up the stairs. He looked at Carole nervously. They’d gotten off the phone with Kurt not long ago, their distraught and angry son not wanting to talk to his boyfriend personally.

Blaine scrambled to get his gown he’d been admiring himself in, off. He ran down the stairs but stopped cold at the look on Burt and Carole’s faces. “What’s happened?”

Burt took a deep breath. “You know how we’ve managed to keep a lid on the connection between Kurt being missing and him being in ‘That’s Show’?” Burt asked. Blaine nodded. “Well someone’s told the National Enquirer everything. That he’s gay, that he ran away, that he came back. Everything.”

Blaine took a step back, tears filling his eyes, he covered his mouth with his hands. “Oh God no.”

Burt nodded. “He’s dealing with things his end but he doesn’t know how far they’ll go and he wants to get his own story out before they can release anything bad. His agent’s cutting a deal with the Enquirer, but Blaine, they want you to be in on this. You have to be the loving, adoring boyfriend you are but you have to listen to me. Anything they want, that helps Kurt’s image, and yours because you’ll be trying to make your way and they’ll try to use what you say now, you need to agree to it and do it, okay?”

Blaine nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’ll do anything.” He felt like he was signing his soul away. He’d just agreed to be used to change things, if they wanted him to say he let Kurt go he’d have to agree, if they wanted it to seem like their choice, he’d have to go with it and hope it wouldn’t change things later. Anything for Kurt.

Blaine went back to their room and grabbed his cell, tapping out a text to Kurt.

Why didn’t you tell me?

What the hell was I supposed to say?

Don’t screw me over on this, Kurt. I just promised to do anything for you.

We don’t have a choice Blaine; they’re going to rip us apart.

We can get through anything Kurt, this won’t ruin us.

You know what I mean. Do you think about your future?

I think about our future constantly.

Not ours Blaine, yours. One day you’ll be the one trying to be a star here. They’ll know you from what you say now.

I’m prepared to lie for you isn’t that enough?

Blaine I screwed up once, okay? Today I pay for it. I don’t need my soul mate angry at me, baby please just do what you always do, be my better half.

Blaine’s tears dripped onto the screen.

I’m sorry Kurt, I’m sorry. I love you. I’m not the better half. We’re yin and yang both equally brilliant and terrible.

Dork. I love you.

I love you too. Will you be back for graduation?

If I have to move the San Fernando Valley just to get there, I will.

Love you.

Love you too.

Two days later Finn picked him up from school. He was silent all the way home, Blaine’s head was bowed, trying to focus on what he would say, what they could ask and ignored the feeling of dread creeping over him.

Finn sat with him on the couch across from Kurt’s manager and the interviewer. His manager smiled at him warmly, he’d spoken to her a few times on the phone and met her once, he liked Lacy, she was nice and knew what was best for Kurt’s career. She held out a sheet of paper to him. “Before we start you need to read over what Kurt’s said. We’ll be combining your answers to make it sound like you both had the interview together. When you’re done we’ll begin, ok?”

Blaine took the sheet and nodded, trying to smile. He read over the questions and answers, Finn reading over his shoulder.

It didn’t actually sound too bad and now Blaine felt bad for his little freak out at Kurt. Had Kurt made sure the interview was like this so Blaine wouldn’t have to lie? Probably, it was very like Kurt to spare him from hurt and to look after him. Blaine looked up. “Ok, I’m ready.”

“Ok, first off we’re going to talk about how long you and Kurt have been together, how you got together, that kind of thing. Ok?” The reporter who’d introduced herself as May said, smiling reassuringly at him.

“Ok. Well Kurt and I got together in his junior year. We were friends for a few months before. Our Glee clubs were rivals and he was sent to spy but we talked about problems he was having at McKinley and became friends then when things got worse he transferred and we hung out a lot. Umm, I guess we flirted a bit but stayed friends. I realised I had feelings for him when he sang Blackbird. We were in a meeting for Nationals and he came in crying. Our, well his, canary Pavarotti had died and he was upset so he sang Blackbird, that’s by the Beatles, for him. He looked so gorgeous and passionate…” Blaine’s eyes glazed, remembering that day and the days afterwards, so much passion and happiness. “Um sorry got distracted there. I decided to get Kurt to duet with me for one of our songs at Nationals so we’d spend more time together. He asked me why I’d asked to duet with him, he’s so perceptive, so I told him. I told him he moved me and I’d been looking for him forever and kissed him.” Blaine looked up as both women aww’ed, looking at him with a sweet fondness he’d not experienced from any adults apart from Carole. Finn patted his shoulder, enjoying the memories of Kurt telling him about how they got together back when it had happened.

May looked up from her written notes. “Okay Blaine that’s great. How about how you transferred to McKinley now?”

Blaine nodded and thought back again. “Well during that Summer Kurt, who’d transferred back to McKinley already, wanted me to join him there. I’d promised to think about it and decide. By term started I’d, well I told Kurt I hadn’t decided but I had. My parents and Mr. Figgins, McKinley’s principal, were sorting everything out. I surprised Kurt by the lockers one day. He was so happy he jumped into my arms and I sang It’s Not Unusual by Tom Jones on the bleachers to get the New Directions, that’s our Glee club, to like me and for him.” Blaine blushed as he remembered the goofy song and dancing he’d done and the burning of the purple piano that day. Finn laughed and patted his back.

“Okay, so you two carried on and had a relationship through the year, Kurt’s senior year. You grew closer over that year?”

“Yes, it was great. We had our ups and downs, like everyone but we were so happy. I think I started to depend on Kurt a lot, he’s an amazing guy. So loving and hot and…Sorry.” Blaine blushed.

May and Lacy smiled at him again. May leaned over and patted his knee. “No, no Blaine this is all perfect. The more emotion you show, the better read the interview is. Okay now can we move onto him running away?”

Blaine blinked, feeling the familiar pressure of tears and Finn’s arm tighten around him. “Do we have to?”

Lacy nodded. “I’m sorry sweetie but yes. Just talk about it, whatever you want to tell us.”

Blaine nodded, gulping audibly. He’d dreaded this one. “Okay. Well Kurt had gotten rejected by NYADA and he was upset and kinda depressed. We all tried to help. I tried to tell him how much I loved him but I think he couldn’t listen. Um, we’d had problems, like I said I depended on him and I was stupid and freaked out thinking he’d forget me so I think Kurt thought I’d be happy. I wasn’t happy. He deserved New York. We, the New Directions, took Rachel, our friend who did get in to the station and sent her off. That night Kurt left. He must have been so sad and told me later he felt like he was a failure. He wasn’t, he’s so special. He was gone for 5 months and went to LA in that time and then my brother Cooper who’s an actor saw him. Finn and I and Mercedes went and got him and he came home.” Blaine wiped the tears, Finn held him tighter,

“Okay Blaine, how about you? How did you cope?” May asked, knowing the teen was already strung out.

Blaine shook his head vehemently; his pain wasn’t going to be used against Kurt. “No. I don’t want to talk about that. This is about Kurt. He came back.”

May reeled slightly and caught the stern look in Lacy’s eyes. “Ok we’ll cut that question out. Sorry Blaine. Ok, he came back. How is your relationship now?”

Blaine smiled, a better subject. “It’s great. We spent a long time talking and putting us back together and how to live in each other’s lives. 5 months is a long time to be without someone but we love each other. He’s the love of my life and I’m his. He gave me this,” Blaine showed them the ring on his finger proudly, the women gasped and Finn grinned. “It’s a promise ring. One day I’ll propose to him and we’ll get married but until then and during my time at CSU Northridge we’ll be engaged.” Blaine squirmed in his seat, feeling sappy and warm. He looked up to see Burt and Carole in the doorway, Burt had tears in his eyes, proud tears and Carole was looking at him with more love than  he’d ever remembered his real mother look at him.

May nodded, choked up. “Ok, I think we’ve got enough. Thank you Blaine, it was an honour to meet you, you’re a very special young man and I look forward to following your career and buying all of your albums.”

Blaine blushed and stood as the women did. May shook his hand then shook Finn’s, Burt’s and Carole’s. Lacy grinned at him. “You did brilliantly Blaine, Kurt will be so proud. Be good and good luck for your graduation, ok?” She hugged him tight then Finn, shook Burt’s hand then hugged Carole. Blaine hoped she was right.

Kurt stepped through the front door a week later, Blaine ready and waiting for him. Blaine jumped at Kurt, laughing as Kurt dropped his bag to catch him, kissing his boyfriend deeply.

“Whoa there Blaine don’t flatten him before you graduate.” Burt laughed, holding the door open for Carole. Blaine blushed, stepping back but not out of Kurt’s hold.

After dinner they went upstairs and sat on Kurt’s bed. “I read what you said, you were amazing, baby. You’ve been amazing through all of this.” Kurt said, kissing down Blaine’s jaw.

Blaine moaned, enjoying the sensations of being adored and desired. “I said once I wanted you to be proud of me. I still do. I always do.”

Kurt chuckled; leaning back to slip Blaine’s top over his head, kissing down his chest. “You do make me proud Blai. You always have and always will. You still take my breath away.”

Kurt unzipped Blaine’s jeans, slipping them and his underwear down, helping Blaine shuck them off. Kurt kissed the tip of Blaine’s hard cock lying against his belly and stood to undress, Blaine’s eyes watching his every move.

Kurt sank back down onto the bed and grabbed the lube from under the pillow, putting it on the bed beside them. He kissed down Blaine’s body and licked his cock into his mouth. Blaine moaned lowly, his back arching as Kurt licked and sucked on him, slurping on him then letting go with a pop. He winked up at Blaine before moving down, licking his lightly furry balls, making Blaine writhe around, crying out.

Finally Kurt crawled back up Blaine’s body and kissed his boyfriend deeply, their tongues duelling, both moaning as their passions soared.

Blaine rolled them over and pinned Kurt to the mattress, bringing Kurt’s arms up and holding his hands while he worked his way down Kurt’s jaw, licking and biting at his love’s neck, ignoring Kurt’s protests then down his chest, sucking each of Kurt’s nipples into his mouth, biting gently as Kurt cried out, trying to wrestle his hands out of Blaine’s hold to touch his boyfriend. Blaine finally let go as he kissed down Kurt’s chests, his reach too far to keep hold of Kurt. The older teens hands immediately flew to his hair, gently pulling on the curls. Blaine moaned and sucked Kurt into his mouth, licking him and flipping the cap open, pouring lube onto his fingers, trailing them down, watching Kurt’s eyes open, watching. Their eyes connected and Blaine winked, sliding a finger deep into Kurt, quickly adding a second and third. He wanted Kurt so much. Kurt mewled and bucked exploding in Blaine’s mouth. Blaine sucked hard, swallowing every drop of the cum flooding his mouth.

Blaine quickly withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock up. “Do you want me baby?” He leant over Kurt, lining up and pushing slightly making Kurt moan loudly.

Kurt arched, moaning. “Yes baby, yes! Fuck me Blaine, now.”

Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt hard, pushing his cock in, bucking his hips as Kurt bore down on him, forcing Blaine deeper inside him.

Blaine slid in, fucking deeper into Kurt, kissing him deeply, pulling out before slamming back in, fucking Kurt harder and harder, moaning as Kurt screamed and writhed beneath him. He loved this man so much.

Kurt met Blaine thrust for thrust, crying out as Blaine started moving faster and deeper, nearing completion together. Blaine leant down and kissed Kurt, biting at his lips, screaming Kurt’s name as he came deep inside his boyfriend, his hips stuttering, shoving his cock as deep as possible.

Kurt felt the white heat slam into him with Blaine’s orgasm and cried out, cumming hard all over his and Blaine’s chests and the bed.

Blaine nestled into Kurt’s arms, tucking his head under the glasz-eyed man’s chin, curly hair tickling Kurt’s face. He sighed happily. “I love you Kurt.”

Kurt trailed his fingers down his younger lover’s chest. “I love you too Blaine.”

“Blaine Anderson.” Mr. Figgins called through the microphone and Blaine emerged through the curtains, bowing and grinning, his curly hair slicked back into it’s old style.

“GO BLAINE!” Finn and Burt hollered. Carole wept, waving at her one day son-in-law.

Kurt stood at the front with Mike and the others waiting for their own boyfriends and girlfriends to come by. He hugged Blaine as he came over, both shedding tears. “I love you my handsome dapper boyfriend.” Kurt whispered in his ear and Blaine laughed, grinning at Kurt and whispering I love you back before collecting his diploma from Miss Pillsbury.