Armed with Blaine's wonderful gift through song, Kurt was fuelled to take the next step in his, no their, transfer to Dalton Academy. Which was of course, telling his father, something Kurt dreaded a bit but he refused to shy away this time. The perfect chance arose when he came home that night, to find he and his dad were alone in the house. Kurt had planned to tell Carole at the same time, but alone with his father might prove to be easier. Kurt walked back down from his bedroom to find Burt sitting at the kitchen table, going over paperwork from the shop. “Hey dad.” Kurt said in greeting.

Burt glanced up at his son before returning to the papers in his hand, being oblivious the serious matter his son planned to bring up. “Hi Kurt, where's Blaine?” he asked.

Kurt smirked, it was true normally he and Blaine were still together at this hour, so he got why his dad was asking. “He's not here... I actually... have something I want to talk to you about and it's pretty important.” Kurt admitted.

Burt attention instantly went to his son, the papers dropping from his hand as he looked up to see the nervous look Kurt had, and concern filled his face. He pulled out a chair next to him in offering. “You don't need to ask me, Kurt, I want you to come to talk whenever you need to.” he urged.

Kurt gave his dad a weak smile in thanks and took his seat. He and Blaine had gone over what Kurt should say earlier, so he knew how to begin. “It's like this... for a while Karofsky was leaving me alone at school, which you know since I told you about that. I also know you warned me not to let my guard down because it could be a ploy. Well it wasn't... but despite that, he's back to his old ways and it's worse this time. For me and now... for Blaine as well and I've been struggling with it. I'm sorry I haven't told you sooner, I just... didn't want to face it at first. Now, I can't anymore and I know there's nothing the faculty can do. Or my friends, they can't protect me all the time and the truth of the matter is... I no longer feel safe at McKinley. I'm sad it's come to this and I'm not proud of it... but does the offer for me transferring to Dalton still stand?” Kurt questioned, after finishing his rambling.

Burt was a mix of conflicted emotions after listening to his son, he was mad that Kurt had to go through it, unhappy that Kurt had kept his problems to himself for so long and many more thoughts. At the moment he pushed them aside to be there for Kurt and took hold of his hand. “Of course it does, Kurt, it never went away. I wish you hadn't kept this from me. Did you at least tell Mr. Schuester or the Principal? I thought you promised you would, when you decided to stay before.” Burt reminded his son.

Kurt didn't feel like coming up with excuses by this point, it would do little good anyway. “I know and I'm sorry... I should have said something and I will, even if I still want to transfer. I wanted to be really sure before I told you if I wanted to change schools also. Oh, I know there's no longer any honeymoon money to pay for tuition. So I'm going to sell some of my designer outfits to come up with the money... it's not like I'll need as much clothes, with wearing a uniform to school.” Kurt muttered, it was clear he'd mourn the loss of each article, but sacrifices sometimes needed to be made.

“Don't worry about the money okay, we'll make it work. As long as you're sure that's what you want. Then transfer, just don't you dare let yourself feel guilty about it, you hear me.” Burt insisted.

“I won't, I mean... I'll miss everyone of course but... I can't stay any longer. I cannot face terror every day and I shouldn't have to. I just... hate to run.” Kurt grumbled.

“And I hate that nothing I could do would change things, except make me the bad guy... if I were to smack some sense into this Karofsky kid. I'm still tempted to have another talk with his father, he seems like a decent guy to me.” Burt grumbled.

Kurt let out a groan, he knew his father meant well, but doing that would just make things worse. “Could you not? I don't want to provoke Karofsky in any way... or make him angrier.” Kurt muttered.

“Fine, not like I really meant it, just the deal is, if he does anything after this, or anyone else, no keeping it to yourself.” Burt warned.

“I promise.” Kurt assured him.

“Alright then, you've got nothing but my support in this. What does Blaine think?”

At the mention of Blaine, Kurt managed to smile, it still amused him how his dad brought his boyfriend up a lot now. “Blaine's transferring with me, he said from day one that he'd go where I went. I'm also not allowed to feel guilty about it, he made it adamant that it's his choice to make.” Kurt explained.

“That sounds like Blaine.” Burt admitted with a smirk. “So should we go to Dalton tomorrow, get this all started?” Burt offered.

Kurt shook his head, “No, not yet, I wanna wait till the end of the week. We have this assignment I really want to be in before I leave.” Kurt answered.

“Okay, sure. I gotta say, Kurt, I'm proud of you.”

“Even when I'm running?”

“The way I see it, it makes you just as brave. Just like when you stayed, because you're strong enough to do this, since you know it's what you gotta do.” Burt explained.

“I'll try to remember that. Thanks, Dad.” Kurt replied.

Burt stood up and patted Kurt's shoulder lightly, “Anytime kid, we're in this together remember.”

Kurt nodded, “Can you not tell Finn about me transferring just yet? I'm going to talk to Carole when she gets home. I just want to wait till the weeks over to tell the New Directions. I know it's selfish of me but I want this final week before I have to face saying goodbye.” Kurt requested.

“Yeah, I get it. Just don't lie to anyone, especially yourself.”

“I promise.” Kurt answered as he fought back tears.

Burt could tell his son was beginning to crumble and he saw his little boy standing before him. “Come here.” Burt said and Kurt slowly stood up as he sniffled but he let his dad pull him into a big hug. “We're all here for you Kurt, me, Carole, Finn, and all your friends, because we love you for who you are and don't forget Blaine.”

Kurt let out an awkward laugh. “Oh dad, I could never forget Blaine.”
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Kurt tried his best to put on a brave face the next day at school, but it was proving easier said than done. He had been focused on finding the right time and place, the proper moment to break the news of his transfer to everyone. Kurt knew he wanted to tell Finn first, since he was family, after that, Kurt had nothing so far. As he walked down the hallway he couldn't help but notice the irony of it all. That it really was true you never realized the value of something until it's gone. It was true Kurt had countless memories at McKinley, they weren't all bad. In fact, many were positive and the ones Kurt remembered the most and cherished. The bad ones, all those slushies, locker slams and demeaning words, hadn't been pleasant, but most weren't predominant in his mind. Not compared to all the wondrous moments he had experienced in parallel. It didn't make the hard memories any less affecting, it just made Kurt acknowledge not all of his high school life so far was regretful. He stopped at his locker and where he had told Mercedes he was gay, marking his coming out. Sure his locker also was where Dave had struck terror in his heart, but he opened it up, looking at Blaine's photo and the words below, brought forth warmth. Even if he left, those memories wouldn't leave him, no one could take them away and he hoped that would be enough. He just hoped, his leaving wouldn't seal another students fate and be shown Karofsky's cruel streak. It was so unfair, Kurt had done nothing wrong, he wasn't the one acting out because he was fearful and running from his feelings. Yet he was the one who had to leave, because he chose not to hide that part of him, or who he loved.

At that moment Kurt noticed Karofsky off in the distance and he let out a small groan. “Speak of the devil.” he muttered under his breath. He kept his ground and tried not to stare, thus causing Dave to notice him and wanted to avoid that scenario. As he got closer to view, something was amiss, Karofsky state of dress as very odd. He seemed to be dressed in some satin jacket with a beret and Kurt got a scared thought. What if Karofsky planned to publicly humiliate and mock him and his fashion style. “Lord no.” Kurt said in disbelief. Not wanting to give him the chance, Kurt turned on his heels and sprinted off towards his first class and he hoped he was wrong.
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Blaine all but ran straight into the choir room, trying his best not to panic, but when he had been taken out of his chemistry class, he had no idea what to expect. Why had he been called to the choir room of all places, it had to be glee club related he gathered, but what about? 'Don't let it be about Kurt and if he's been hurt.' Blaine thought in alarm. When he stepped inside, he came to a sudden halt; he hadn't expected the sight before him, not by a long shot. Everyone in the New Directions were already there and seated and they didn't look happy, well all but one, Kurt was missing. Blaine was about to ask what was going on when he saw the cause of everyone's fowl mood and he quickly jumped on board. There was no desire for niceties when Blaine saw Dave Karofsky, standing next to Principal Figgins and Blaine stopped a short distance away, glaring.

“What is he doing here?” he demanded.

Blaine didn't bother to hide his anger, the polite side of him was far away at the moment. Eyeing the taller man, Blaine slowly walked over to where the others where seated, noting an empty seat next to Finn, but he didn't sit down, he wasn't in the mood. “Where's Kurt?” he asked.

“All in good time Mr. Anderson, have a seat with your classmates.” Figgins urged. When Blaine finally sat down, he continued. “Now the reason I called you here is this... David would like to have a word with all of you.” he began to explain.

But he didn't get the chance to continue when the room erupted in to shouting protests at the very idea. It was nothing like when the football team had joined them, this time, it was far more personal. No one in the New Directions wanted to give Dave the time of day and they felt no need to hide the fact. Blaine joined right on in, happy to see the feeling was mutual.

“What makes you think he deserves our attention?” Blaine scoffed, getting a loud cheer in support, causing another verbal break out, the volume in the room increasing once more.

“Okay... listen! That's all I'm asking for! Let me finish!” Figgins urged over their protests. “Excuse me, quiet!”

Finn flung his arms out in disbelief at the whole situation. “We don't care what he has to say.”

“Shh!” Figgins ordered. “Now I know David has had some issues in the past but I have respect for what he's doing right now and I ask you to hear him out, thank you.”

Blaine was probably the least thrilled person in the room at the idea, but he finally conceded and the others followed his lead. “The clocks ticking.” he muttered in annoyance.

“How about we punch his face.” Sam muttered.

“Right.” Mercedes agreed as she nodded.

“That's enough, guys. Everyone listen up!” Will ordered and the room fell silent.

“First, I just wanna say how sorry I am, for what I did to Kurt and for what I've done to a lot of you. I think I've slushied every one of you...” David began.

“Try at least thirteen times since I transferred here.” Blaine commented.

“Blaine, that's enough.” Will warned.

“I treated Kurt the worst and I'm really ashamed of who I am and what I did.” Karofsky continued.

“Why should we believe you?” Puck asked him.

“You don't have to, I know I'll need to earn your trust. All I can say is that Santana has really helped me to see the light. She showed me all these stories online about kids jumping off bridges and hanging themselves because they were being bullied so bad... I couldn't believe, someone could make another person feel that awful, but she helped me accept that I was one of those bad people and I don't wanna be any more.” Karofsky finished.

Blaine was once more fully blown over by the craziest scenario yet, closing his gaping mouth shut. It was as if Karofsky had been replaced with some robot, it was the only explanation. How else could the words coming out of his mouth be accepted as the truth, Santana being the reason for his change of heart most of all. He was too shocked to say anything at this state, the turn around was too good to be true.

“Wait... Santana?” Quinn as in disbelief, pointing right at her.

“This glee club won't be complete if Kurt and even Blaine end up leaving.” Santana began to explain as she stood up to head over to join David.

“What are you talking about?” Finn asked.

“Kurt and Blaine were going to transfer to Dalton.” Santana answered.

All eyes fell on Blaine with that piece of news being let out and Blaine's mood wasn't getting any better. “Which we wanted to keep a secret for a bit longer... thanks for nothing.” Blaine grumbled. “The reason why we're having to transfer is standing right in front of us, so excuse me if I don't feel to forgiving at the moment.” Blaine added.

“Uh huh, which is why I've made it my mission to see they state put. To do that I decided to take it upon myself to rehabilitate Dave. To see if maybe Kurt would consider staying and help us win nationals and we all know Blaine would stay with him, I did this for us.” Santana told them all. Everyone remained silent at the news, like it hadn't sunk in yet. “And then something funny happened...” Santana continued as she took hold of David's hand. “Something called love.” she finished.

“I'm gonna barf.” Tina replied instantly.

Blaine simply stared at the pair in disbelief, when would it stop getting more insane at every turn. Blaine could barely believe they had the nerve, since unlike everyone sitting around him, Blaine knew the key factor to dismiss the idea. That it was very likely Karofsky was gay, and his whole harassment of Kurt was out of frustration, leading to kissing Kurt when he had faced Karofsky head on. Blaine bet Santana didn't even know that last detail. He also assumed Karofsky had bet on Blaine remaining silent and not make that fact known. They were right then, as much as Blaine wanted to call them out, it wasn't his secret to share. Blaine wasn't buying their claims, but if it led to Kurt being safe, he'd be willing to sit and hear them out. They could live whatever lies they wanted to then.

“I want Kurt to feel safe enough to stay which is why Santana and I have started a new club, the bully whips.” David said.

“Name was my idea, we're gonna be like guardian angels.” Santana added.

“I've deputized David and Santana and the rest of the club to roam the halls identifying bullying and stopping in its tracks.” Figgins told them.

“If all of this is true, then why isn't Kurt here to hear it?” Blaine challenged.

“Because I'm planning on reaching out to Kurt personally through Principal Figgins to try to make amends. This is a chance to really change this place, I hope you can support us.” David answered.

Blaine was torn, he wanted to believe Karofsky was being sincere, but he couldn't stop the doubt forming in his mind, telling him it would never work. If he and Kurt chose to stay only for everything to fall apart, what good would it do to listen now. His first instinct was to tell himself it was all too good to be true and could collapse like his deal with Karofsky had, and maybe make things worse. His hesitation was noticed by the pair and when only Santana, Dave, Blaine and Finn where still in the room, the issue was brought up.

“So I'm just supposed to buy that you've suddenly turned a new leaf? Give me one good reason why I should believe you?” Blaine asked Karofsky.

“Because what if you guys leave and it turns out I'm telling the truth, could you live with that?” David answered.

Blaine let out a frustrated sigh, Santana had prepped him pretty well it seemed. “Alright fine, you've got me there. Reach out to Kurt like you wanted, I won't try to stop you. It's his life and the choice to stay is his to make in the end and if he decides to believe you and doesn't transfer. I'll support him like I always do, because I love him. I've said it before, this isn't a war, I don't want it to be one either, so I'll try not to act like it is. This is a time when I'd really like to be proven wrong. But don't make me regret giving you any trust, not after...” Blaine began to sputter, stopping himself just in time. “... your actions.” he simply finished.

“And don't forget if this is all a load crap, you'll have to deal with all of us in glee club.” Finn warned.

A short while later after Karofsky and Santana had taken their leave, telling the boys they were going to talk to Kurt, while Figgins called Burt, Finn and Blaine were alone to share their thoughts. It was hard for Blaine to remain seated and no go looking for Kurt, to be there when he got the news. But he was well aware Kurt could take care of himself and sometimes, he needed to stand on his own. Blaine ran a hand down his face. “This has been one crazy day.” he breathed.

“Yeah.” Finn muttered.

“I'm sorry we didn't tell you about transferring, for what it's worth Kurt was planning to tell you first.” Blaine apologized.

“It's okay man, I just hope maybe you guys can stay now...” Finn replied.

“Do you think they mean it?”

“I dunno... but no matter what, we've got Kurt's back.” Finn said as he held his fist out to Blaine.

Blaine smiled as he gave Finn a fist bump with a nod, “That we do.” he agreed.

Kurt felt like he had been experiencing a waking dream, starting when Karofsky and Santana had approached him, at the end of his french class. They might of well of been talking in a different language, from what came out of their mouths. He didn't believe a word of course, not with what he knew but after they were finished, he was too much in shock to comment yet. All he managed to do was agreed to the meeting with Karofsky and their dads in Principal's office the next day. He dismissed Dave attempts at apologizing so far, telling him to save it for the meeting. He made a hasty retreat and went searching for the person he cherished most, Blaine. He was the only one who could talk to and where he'd understand and give Kurt everything he needed to figure out what to do. Blaine suddenly came into few and the pair ran towards one another, barely stopping before crashing into each other in haste.

“Blaine! Oh my god, finally!” Kurt shouted.

“I'm so glad to see you, Kurt!” Blaine breathed in relief was they shared a fierce hug. “Are you okay?” he stuttered, trying to catch is breath.

“Yes! No! I don't even know... Blaine, I dunno what to think, or say or do! Never in a million years would I think something like this could happen. How can I ever begin to trust him... or...” Kurt began to ramble off.

Blaine began to stroke Kurt's back, letting his boyfriend get the chance to vent his confusion. “Well I for one don't trust Karofsky at all, it seems too simple to me. I mean... come on, Santana and Karofsky... in love? Don't make me laugh.” Blaine muttered.

“It is odd, that they'd even try that... with us knowing what we know...” Kurt admitted.

“I don't think Santana knows about the kiss, Kurt. She might have guessed Karofsky could be gay... but I doubt he told her that part.” Blaine pointed out.

“I agree and I honestly have no idea what's going on their devious minds. How this works out in their favour at all... not to mention why they're doing it. But I figure, I'll go to the meeting tomorrow in Figgins office, with my dad. Maybe then... I can try to figure whole mess out.” Kurt explained.

Blaine nodded and he pulled back to look at Kurt and he could tell what he was thinking. “Do you think you might want to stay after this?”

“Maybe, I mean... I never wanted to leave in the first place. What about you, do you want to stay?” Kurt pressed.

“It's your decision...” Blaine hesitated.

“Blaine, this involves you as much as myself, so forget about me for a second. I want your honest answer. If it were up to you, would you want to stay... or go?” Kurt pleaded.

Blaine shuffled his feet, trying to think of the proper answer to give. “I think that... as much as I don't trust Karofsky. When I asked him why I should give him a chance, his answer was a valid point. One I couldn't argue with really. That if we were to transfer and by some miracle... Karofsky and Santana are telling the truth. That things could truly become different at McKinley and change for the better and we stopped that from happening. I'd honestly like to be a reason it could happen, even if it's a small chance. I mean if it ends up going all to hell we can still transfer. It's always an option, but at least then, we wouldn't have any real regrets.” Blaine admitted.

Kurt gazed at Blaine with pride, placing a hand on his face, looking at him with love. “Blaine, you are the most amazing example of a human being. I love you... so much, thank you. I'll wait until tomorrow to decide for sure... but thank you for telling me what you want.” Kurt breathed.

Blaine hugged Kurt once more, letting them support each other. “You’re welcome, just remember, if you still want to transfer, then we will. We'll make it, we're Klaine after all.” he laughed. Using the couple nick name the New Directions had christened the couple with.

Kurt rolled his eyes with a groan, as much as he hated using every single nickname, since he refused to call any of the couples in glee by them. He had to agree, it fitted the current mood. “And I hope that will never change.” he declared.
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Just as he had assumed, things hadn't remained calm for long when Burt, Phil (Dave's dad), Dave and Kurt all sat down together the following day in the Principal's office. It was clear from the second Burt sat down, he wasn't keeping any of his anger in as he voiced his concerns. Kurt chose to sit and listen in silence as the fathers talked, about if Dave had truly changed. Kurt himself wasn't sure what to believe by this point, even when he had talked about at lengths with his family and his boyfriend. Until Will once more asked Kurt what he thought and Kurt chose to answer. It was hard to word things, since he was torn. “I believe he realizes what he did was wrong.” Kurt answered softly.

“You're only saying that because you wanna stay at this school so bad.” Burt argued.

Kurt noticed the looks of concern on his dad and Mr. Schuester and Kurt decided before his mind could be made up, he needed to get to the bottom of things. This meant not having an audience when he asked Karofsky for the truth. “Can Dave and I speak for a moment alone? You can wait right outside in the hall.” Kurt requested.

Burt clearly didn't like the idea but he still followed the rest of the adults out of the room, not bothering to look away from the pair of students who were now alone, or at least where they could talk without being overheard. It was time for the interrogation, to sort out the lies and get to the truth of things, if there were any. It was strange, at that moment Kurt didn't feel scared from being so close to Karofsky. The young man before him looked nervous and self-conscious, not his usual intimidating self.

Blaine, from view point a short distance from the Principal office, noticed right away when Burt came out of the office, with the rest in tow. He nudged Finn beside him and they headed to join the group, coming to stand next to Burt. “What's going on?” Blaine asked Burt.

“Kurt wanted to talk to Dave alone for a second.” Burt answered.

Blaine wasn't sure how to reply to that piece of information, so he simply nodded and joined Kurt's father and step-brother in watching Kurt face off with his nemesis, wishing he could be a fly on the wall. But he realized, there was no need, Kurt would repeat every detail to him soon enough.

Kurt finally broke the looming silence, it was now or never. “What's your angle here?” he asked.

“I'm just trying to make things right.” David replied.

Kurt was fed up with the lies, so he decided to remind him of a crucial fact. “David, I know, remember? And I haven't told anyone, neither has Blaine, despite his threats to.” Kurt pointed out.

“Why? It would have made your life a lot easier.” David said.

“I don't believe in denying who you are but I don't believe in outing either.” Kurt began to explain. “But still you owe me, the truth. What's going on here?”

David let out a long breath, “It was Santana's idea, she wants to be prom queen so she figures if we can get you to stay, we'll get everyone to vote for us.” David answered.

Finally it was all falling into place and becoming very clear to him. “I'm both repulsed and impressed, by her lady Macbethian ways. A Latina Eve Herrington.” Kurt said as he made a face. He glanced over at Karofsky and saw his confusion. “Okay if you're gonna be gay you simply must know who that is.”

“Look I dunno for sure if I am gay okay. Stop being such a broken record!” Dave said as he raised his voice but he glanced over at their parents and fought to remain calm.

Kurt began to smirk because with this turns of events he knew it changed everything and it all worked in his favour. “Okay I have several options here, I could tell everyone the truth...” he began, but Dave wouldn't let him finish that scenario.

“Dude, I said I'm sorry you said you wouldn't do that.” David interrupted him.

“Hold on, or I could remain here with Blaine, and marvel with pride at your new anti-bullying movement which I fully believe in, and further demand that you and I start a chapter of P-flag here at William McKinley.” Kurt told him, when he only got Karofsky's confused face yet again he quickly continued. “Parents, family and friends of lesbians and gays. You need to be educated David, you may not have to come out but you need to be educated.” Kurt finished.

“Oh man, just kill me now.” David let out with a sigh.

“Not a good way to say yes here, because for many kids, that's what they end up wanting.” Kurt had to point out.

“Fine whatever, are we done here?” David muttered.

“Yes... I think we are.” Kurt replied with a grin. “And needless to say, anything you plan to offer to me to win votes, give Blaine the same kind of treatment.” Kurt added.

During the change of events, the spectators outside the room where still clueless, though Blaine could tell by Kurt's expression he was pleased with himself.

Burt ended up taking his attention away from Kurt to face Finn and Blaine at his side, laying a hand on both their shoulders. “Just keep an eye on Kurt, the both of you okay?” he told them. Proving even he could tell Kurt's decision to transfer had changed.

“One step ahead of you.” Finn replied.

“Likewise, I've been doing that since you asked me the last time and I don't intend to stop.” Blaine added with determination.

Kurt noticed he was being watched and flashed the three a victorious smile, trying to put them at ease. Once the meeting was adjourned, where Kurt informed all present he would indeed remain a student of William McKinley. Kurt headed down the hall with the three most important men in his life, following behind him.

“So do I need to ask if you'll be okay? Or are you sure about staying?” Burt asked his son.

“I'm sure dad, so try not to worry. I promise I'll keep you up to date.” Kurt assured him.

“Okay fine I'll go then, just... keep that promise, I'll see you guys later.” Burt told them.

Kurt nodded and gave his dad a quick hug and waved goodbye. When he was finished Kurt looked over at his step-brother. “Thanks for being so supportive during this, Finn, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me transferring sooner.”

“Let's just forget about it okay, you've had enough to deal with.” Finn said.

“Thanks.” Kurt replied with a smile. Leaving Kurt and Blaine to be alone at last, walking hand and hand towards Blaine's car.

“So I guess we're staying put.” Blaine said.

Kurt smiled at Blaine and snuggled up to his boyfriend, taking hold of his hand. “I suppose we are, and I already know your thoughts on the matter. So I won't try to ask you if that's what you really want.” Kurt answered.

“Good call, handsome, since I've told you a dozen times before. Let's forget about it then, because I'd honestly love to.” Blaine suggested.

“Me too, so it's forgotten.” Kurt answered, then he suddenly began to chuckle.

“What's so funny?”

“Oh it's just my song decision for the weekly assignment. There was this one number I wanted to use but it didn't fit when I was transferring, now... it's perfect and that's almost... eerie.” Kurt admitted.

Blaine smiled warmly, “Or it only proves that we made the right decision.” _________________________________________________________________________

But Kurt's work was far from over, no matter was going on his own little world, he didn't want to forget the other people in his life who needed proper attention, or rather, an intervention. The first thing Kurt had to deal with after his transferring issues being dealt with and stopped, was the matter of Rachel Berry and her idea of getting a nose job. As soon as he got the chance, Kurt went in search of the very man he knew would be his best bed to make his plans work and amazingly, it wasn't Blaine. Instead Kurt found Puck in the bathroom, with Blaine close behind offering his support.

“Puck, I think you have to agree we need to deal with Rachel.” Kurt began.

“Why come to me about it?” Puck asked.

“Because you might be a bad ass but deep down you care about people. Kurt and I agree you're our best weapon to launch at Rachel.” Blaine answered.

“Or at least our second best weapon, let me deal with the first. Just convince Rachel to go with you to the mall tomorrow and leave the rest to me.” Kurt said.

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The next day had an eventful lunch period, at least for the members of the New Directions, or most of the members. Who after Mercedes's insistence, had all met up in the courtyard outside during the break. A good number had shown up, all clueless to the reason for the sudden meeting.

“What the hell’s going on?” Puck asked as he walked by them.

“Well my fellow Glee-clubbers, it's noon... so someone has an official announcement to make.” Mercedes announced.

“What?” Sam asked in confusion.

As if on cue, Kurt appeared at the top of the stairs, decked out in a black top hat and a white straight jacket, full of locks. Thrusting his arms into the air in celebration, showing up for flare.

“That, Kurt Hummel is staying at McKinley!” Kurt shouted.

A warm reception of cheers, clapping and words of delight met Kurt as he rushed down the stairs to his friends, giving Mercedes a big hug. Who took off his top hat with a chuckle, Kurt drinking in all the positive energy. Hugging one friend, then another, truly grateful he had gotten a break at last. “Let me breath, let me breath.” he begged with a laugh. “Let's get ready for Nationals!” Kurt gushed. Then he finally commented on an important factor being absent. “And where, pray-tell, is my dashing boyfriend?” Kurt asked.

“That's the reason why we're meeting out here today. There's something we all want to say to you, Kurt.” Mercedes explained. “Which was Blaine's idea.” she added with a smirk.

On cue Blaine appeared a short distance away with Rachel in tow and they stopped at the top of the stairs.

Even at the distance between the pair, Blaine's love for Kurt was easy to read and for once, he felt no urge to hide it. “Kurt, I'm so proud of you and how you've decided to stay, this is your home. I want you know no matter what, you don't have to face the harm times alone. That we're all here for you and we'll face it together, united.” Blaine called to Kurt.

“So we want to tell you, in the true New Directions way.” Rachel added with a wink.

Blaine began to sway from side to side, Rachel joining in with timed precision and Blaine took the lead vocals. His sound choice and the band had been made before and was all Blaine's doing. Once again, the message the song had, through the lyrics fit perfectly in context, to the point where it was hard to believe. Kurt's look of delight when he obviously recognized the song, 'Crash and Burn' by Savage Garden, was all the proof he needed.

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone

When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face the day

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone

'Cause there has always been heartache and pain
And when it's over you'll breathe again
You'll breath again

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone

The bright blazing sun caused Kurt to squint his eyes to see anything, but nothing could take his eyes away from Blaine for a single second. Kurt watched him as he walked along the stairs, their glee club teammates backing him up, offering their vocal support. Blaine suddenly got a mischievous look and during one verse, suddenly ran down towards a piano, which conveniently was placed outside and began to play. Still singing straight to Kurt all the while, his boyfriend being his entire focus. It was hard enough to do anything but stand and watch the scene before him, like it was straight out of a musical. Smiling so much that his jaw had begun to hurt, the reaction it was causing in Kurt almost being too much to bear. The New Directions came to stand behind Blaine, forming an line and did just as good a job as the Warblers could of in Kurt's opinion. Kurt found himself moving to the beat, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. It was one of the highest points of Kurt's life, or at least one that he knew would become another cherished memory. For so long he had been telling himself he was alone, that the hardships in his life were his hill to climb alone. He hadn't counted on the people in his life would try to prove him otherwise, even if that weren't always the case. At the present it was and Kurt took the message and he hoped he would never forget it. Right now he chose to forget about anyone aside from the band of youth in front of him, still singing away.

Blaine slowly stepped away from the piano and made his way over to Kurt, coming to stand in front of him. Reaching out to take hold of Kurt's hands in his, sharing a short moment, with looks of love. Until ever moving, Blaine urged him forward, the pair descending down the stairs, all the while Kurt kept on smiling. Especially when Blaine let go, only to be approached by each member of the New Directions, giving a hug or even a simple pat on the arm in support. Mercedes turn came and he gave her a fierce hug, the same went for Rachel and then Finn. Leaving one person still to show his gratitude, and by this point Blaine was welling up with tears.

By the end of the song, having sung the last lines, a single tear slid down Blaine's face as the silence fell. The shuffled sound of Blaine and Kurt coming together in a tight embrace breaking the silence at last. Kurt never wanted to let go, never wanted to forget the feeling of being in Blaine's arms. Kurt pressed his face in Blaine's neck, his head resting on his shoulder, taking a deep breath. “Oh god... I've lost count how many times you've made me cry, Blaine, and they're all happy tears.” Kurt sobbed.

Blaine chuckled, still needing a moment to pull himself together. “You love being dramatic.” he teased.

The light note the joke brought caused Kurt to pull back, remembering they were out in the open, but refused to let go. “Thank you, I won't forget that I'm not alone.” he said softly.

“Good, because I'm never letting you go, Kurt.” Blaine said through his emotion filled voice.

“And I'm never saying goodbye to you.” Kurt replied.

They pulled apart and walked over, hand in hand, back to the ground of friends, the fact that they didn't seal the romantic moment with a kiss hardly mattered. Kurt was surrounded in a circle, clinging tightly onto Blaine as everyone began to chatter merrily away at Kurt.

“No crying, no crying.” Santana said softly.

Kurt let out a laugh as Mercedes placed his top hat back on his head. “You're right, I don't feeling like crying... I feel like singing.” Kurt said with a warm smile.

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Kurt got his chance to do so that day during glee club, where the news that the New Directions wouldn't be down two members had quickly spread, leading Kurt to be standing in front of everyone, noting every warm face before him.

“I want to thank you all, I might not have asked for it... at least not from the start. But your acceptance, support and friendship means so much to me. I'm so happy that this isn't a bitter sweet parting of ways. For the longest time I couldn't find a song that worked for my assignment. First off because let's face is... there are very few, if any, songs about homosexuality that shines it in a positive light. My solution to this was to simply find a performance I loved, which probably would be seen as a gay clich� and embrace it. The problem was, with me planning to transfer, I couldn't find anything that spoke to me. Now that Blaine and I are staying, I can use the song that first came to mind and well... it's uncanny how well it fits. I think it proves that the choices I've made so far, this journey I'm on... is a step in the right direction. While I have no idea where it might lead to, I look forward to every step.” Kurt explained. He took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay I need to back away from the highly emotional subject matter or I'll never make it through the song!” he muttered with a chuckle. “To conclude my little speech, I'm proud of the journey I'm making and becoming the person I was meant to be.” He concluded. Once through talking, Kurt turned on his heels, closed his eyes and let himself reach deep down for inspiration. “Brad, if you please.” he said with a nod and let the music wash over.

Kurt wasn't the only one to become emotional at the mere sound of his boyfriend singing, it had long been proven they had the same effect on each other. A fact they had talked about and admitted, despite it becoming a habit, it was a joyous event, if a tiring one. Blaine began to beam, perfection indeed, 'I Made it Through the Rain.' by Barry Manilow was an uncanny choice. 'Why is every song so full of context?' Blaine thought to himself, but he didn't bother to answer. Becoming spell bound as soon as Kurt began to sing.

We dreamers have our ways
Of facing rainy days
And somehow we survive

We keep the feelings warm
Protect them from the storm
Until our time arrives

Then one day the sun appears
And we come shining through those lonely years

I made it through the rain
I kept my world protected
I made it through the rain
I kept my point of view
I made it through the rain
And found myself respected
By the others who
Got rained on too
And made it through

When friends are hard to find
And life seems so unkind
Sometimes you feel so afraid

Just aim beyond the clouds
And rise above the crowds
And start your own parade

'Cause when I chased my fears away
That's when I knew that I could finally say

I made it through the rain
I kept my world protected
I made it through the rain
I kept my point of view
I made it through the rain
And found myself respected
By the others who
Got rained on too
And made it through

It was a familiar scene for Kurt, standing before his peers, singing his heart out, one he now wouldn't have to lose. Countless hours, where many things had become clear during music, so many high notes celebrated, so many low ones endured. Music had so many venues and ways to heal the soul, to strive one forward. Every single in person the room was there because they shared that common interest, a connection, the love of music. Kurt kept it together when the song was over, taking bows from a well-received performance. Finally he was almost sick of saying his thanks, though on the inside he loved the attention. It came as no surprise Blaine was lying in wait the second he cleared the room, wrapping his arms around Kurt, pulling him close until there heads were touching, pressed together. “I love you.” Blaine whispered.

“I love you too.” Kurt whispered back.

“I think you and Rachel said it best when you sang that 'Happy Days are Here Again'.” Blaine added.

Kurt chuckled, “Oh I agree...” he began, until he noticed Rachel's meek figure walking past them, her face full of woe. It was time to focus on the others in need, Kurt was fine with not being the centre focus for once in that aspect. “... for some anyway, time to fix that and stat.” he muttered.
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The battle plan had come to play, all details and plans of attack where practised and run through to precision. The battle zone carefully chosen, the game pieces, pawn and key players, called up and sent out. Defeat was not an option, not to Kurt Hummel, he knew what he was up against and how best to use his targets strengths, and weaknesses. It was time to show Rachel Berry, how truly special she was, no matter the size of her nose. He accomplished this, using the number one choice; music. This time as a flash dance to the song Barbara Streisand, by Duck Sauce, right in the Lima Mall. The ploy had worked and Rachel was succumbing to Kurt's urging to use common sense and by the end. He was certain he had made Rachel see reason and he felt truly victorious. Rachel showed her own gratitude by hugging him, where Kurt bopped her nose playfully with his finger, Blaine coming to join their embrace. In their own little circle, Rachel smiled at her two friends.

“I can't thank you enough boys, for making me see the light.” Rachel gushed.

“That thanks is all meant for Kurt, Rachel, it was all his idea.” Blaine pointed out. “I'm just a supporting cast member to his genius here.”

“Why am I not surprised. You are... how do I sing the ways?” Rachel began to chime.

“Right back at you, Rachel.” Kurt grinned.

Rachel pulled back to look at all of her friends, feeling much like Kurt did out in the courtyard. “I'm so glad for having all of you in my life, who I don't deserve.”

“Oh yes you do and we still do, even without getting a nose job.” Blaine commented.

Rachel let out a laugh and came over to hug Blaine. “I'm so happy you guys didn't transfer.”

Kurt looked over at the pair of them and smiled, “Me too.” he admitted.
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Time for the big reveal, where it was one of the rare instances where whipping open a shirt to show what lay underneath could be done in public, since, no one would be getting undressed. Blaine strutted up to Kurt at his locker, holding the sides of his cardigan closed, when Kurt noticed his arrival, he flashed Kurt a wicked grin.

“Ready to see what I got going on under here?” Blaine asked playfully.

Kurt, pretending to play innocent to the obvious innuendo Blaine was going for, bating his eyes at Blaine charmingly. His own shirt was hidden underneath a red plaid over shirt. “As long as you're wearing a shirt under there. Otherwise, save it for the bedroom, cutie.” Kurt teased.

Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt, not humouring his little game, as much as enjoyed their banter. Instead he pulled away his cardigan to show the word, 'hobbit' written on the white fitted t-shirt that lay underneath. Kurt's first response was to break out into fits of laughter, shaking his head in amusement. Kurt stepped forward to drape his arms over Blaine's shoulders, clasping his hands behind his boyfriend’s neck. They had talked about trying a bit of PDA on school grounds, now that the Bully Whips were around. But it was mutually agreed that they wouldn't go too far, in any way, baby steps, which meant no lip locking. Still the small gesture of affection felt quite thrilling, so Kurt, and Blaine were quite content at the current level. Back to the matter at hand and the hobbit in Kurt's arms.

“Blaine, sweetie... what in the world? I had no idea you were such a fan of the Lord of the Rings.” Kurt questioned.

Blaine shrugged, though the smirk hid his attempts at acting aloof. “It fits, I'm short and everything, so I went with it. While I might not be an actual halfling from the Shire, I figured to go the pop culture way.” Blaine explained. During the explanation, Blaine had started to unbutton Kurt's shirt, while his boyfriend was distracted, to show his own shirt. “You still went with Likes Boys I see.” he muttered.

“Yes, is that a problem?” Kurt asked in confusion.

Blaine forced himself to smile, to put Kurt at ease, it was hard sometimes to say what you meant, which was why Blaine thought singing was so easier. “Well no, of course not! I just wish I could put a little under bracket... that says. 'But sorry I'm taken.' Because it kind of sounds like an advertisement and I'm not sharing you.” Blaine explained. Then he got a horrible thought, “Wait no! I'm not saying you're trying to proposition yourself... oh my god.” he groaned.

“I know what you meant Blaine, so relax, and I'm very flattered... but you're being silly. Like that would ever happen.” Kurt scoffed.

Blaine gave Kurt his best bashful, yet charming smile. “Oh? I don't think so, you're quite the catch.” he argued. “You'd be surprised, because I gotta say... right now, you look so... hot... I have to stop myself from having my way with you right now. Your hair, Kurt, damn, since you grew it out it only heightens your overall appeal. Add your chiselled facial features, enticing body frame and how you look in those pants... you're like a sex god right now! I can't wait to 'pray' to you later tonight.” Blaine growled in a low and seductive tone.

Kurt shuddered from Blaine's intensely seductive tone. “Rein it in there Blaine, we're still at school and we have a number to perform. Not to mention, we have no idea if we'll be alone tonight to even fool around.” Kurt warned.

“For once, Kurt, I don't care, I'm having sex with you tonight, even if we have an audience.” Blaine groaned.

“Oh my god... just stop!” Kurt blurted out with a laugh.

“I can't, I was born this way baby.” Blaine told him with a wink. ______________________________________________________________________________

The performance of Born This Way only ended up further convincing Blaine that he'd need to have sex with Kurt, just to survive the day. With how sexually charged Kurt had been during the number, it was amazing Blaine hadn't gotten a boner by the end, or messed up his dance moves. Now the urgency in Blaine's groin was risking to no longer be contained and every minute began a struggle with his libido. To where they ended up being alone, Blaine wasn't about to wonder at the miracle, he had other things in mind. Blaine stepped through the front door of his house, fighting the need to pin Kurt hard against the wall of the hallway, right, time to be sensible, at first. “Okay, sex is a go... but... we don't have a whole heap of time. Or at least as much as I want....” Blaine began to point out.

Kurt placed his hands behind his back and began to sway back and forth, pretending to act all shy and coy, though it wasn't very convincing. “When has that ever been a problem for us?” he teased. When in reality he was just as turned on and ready to go as his boyfriend.

Blaine was beyond the point of humouring Kurt, he was too horny to resist and Blaine launched his attack and ended up pinning Kurt to the wall, who simply pressed himself against Blaine and began to kiss him eagerly, totally on board with Blaine's sudden aggression. It was quickly turning him on to where he was quickly catching up to Blaine's passion driven hunger and that was a credit to them both.

Blaine's hands where everywhere, running down Kurt's body, through his hair and touching his face. When he could finally separate their lips for long enough, to his delight, Kurt took the initiative and began to kiss Blaine's neck, in the spot he knew his boyfriend liked. “I have half a mind to do you here against this wall.” he moaned, his hands grabbing Kurt by the hips.

Kurt tried to wipe the mental image from his mind, but it was proving to be difficult. “Blaine, as hot as that may be... I do not want us getting caught. I want us to have sex without interruption if possible. You're not the only one who wants it right now, I hope you realize.” Kurt grumbled.

Blaine was able to gain enough control back to come to reason. “You're right, sorry... I'm being selfish.” he began to apologize.

“Blaine, trust me, the idea of you being selfish in anything, especially when it comes to sex is stupid. So, bedroom, shall we? To begin our sexual escapades of the evening?” Kurt suggested, pushing back from the wall and guiding Blaine down the hallway, towards his bedroom.

Blaine didn't need much of a push and soon the pair almost sprinted the last stretch, finally reaching their destination. Giggling away, the pair hurried through the door and closed it tightly behind them. Blaine was on Kurt in less than a second, and soon after, their over shirts were disregarded and tossed onto the floor. Drinking in Kurt with his eyes, thank god they had been perfectly fitted white t-shirts and the simple outfit was doing wonders for him right now. “You have no idea how fucking hot you were during Born this Way Kurt... long gone is the baby penguin.” Blaine grunted.

“Really? Well, who knew.” Kurt stuttered in response, a pleasant surprise if there ever were one.

Kurt began to tug up on Blaine's born this way shirt when he took hold of them, placing Kurt's hands on his waist instead. “No, leave them on...” he requested.

“So you want to fuck me with our shirts still on?” Kurt asked with a smirk.

Blaine nodded, taking a gulp of air. “If you're okay with me topping, if not you can.” Blaine offered, while getting to work on taking off his pants.

Blaine left Kurt's pants around his knees and came up to capture both his hands above his head against the wall and kissed him deeply. He let his teeth graze his neck ever so lightly and he began to suck at the now wet skin and Kurt knew his neck would soon be decorated in hickeys.

“What if they get ruined...” Kurt murmured.

“I think it's the perfect way to show how proud we are.” Blaine answered.

Kurt wasn't about to argue with him because of how aroused he was becoming. So he let Blaine finish taking off his pants and helped Blaine out of his own until they were pressed against the wall in nothing but their shirts and underwear. Kurt moaned as Blaine kissed him all over his body and he fought to get even and put his hand down Blaine's boxer briefs to pull his now hard cock out and begn to stroke it.

“Good lord, you know just how I like it.” Blaine stuttered.

“I should hope so, we've been having sex for a few months now. I'm glad some progress has been made.” Kurt chuckled.

“So you should know what I want to happen now then?” Blaine growled as he kissed Kurt hard on the mouth.

“Wall sex?” Kurt offered.

Blaine let out a throaty laugh, “I'm the luckiest guy in the world!” he declared and set right to celebrating the fact with his boyfriend, resulting in Blaine pinning Kurt against the wall of his bedroom, making sure with not too much force. It was true wall sex was a turn on for him, especially when it got hot and frantic, but causing unwanted bruising wasn't wanted. Kurt kissed him and Blaine responded with lustful eagerness, getting right into the heat of the moment. The result of their skilled lip and mouth action was their cocks were getting almost painfully hard. Fortunately for Blaine Kurt resumed his attention to Blaine already exposed cock, dropping down on his knees and suddenly taking him fully into his mouth. “Shit! Kurt!” he swore.

Kurt fluttered his eyes up to Blaine for a moment but then resumed his job at hand, bobbing his head up and down on Blaine's hard cock. Only he stopped before things could go too far and Blaine would end up coming already. “I'd finish you off fully, but we might not have a lot of time.” Kurt explained as he stood back up.

Blaine shuddered and simply nodded, standing up for a moment to stumble over to his dresser, aking out the tube of lube and a condom hidden inside. After ripping one package off and open, tube of lube in hand, Blaine came back to Kurt's side. Kurt braced his back against the wall, giving Blaine his come hither look, not bothering to be coy in the least. “Man, I love it when you take the dominant roll.” Kurt growled as Blaine hovered over his body.

Blaine smirked at Kurt, kneeling down to begin to ease Kurt out of his boxer-briefs, pulling it down his legs and to the floor. “More than when you do?” he asked playfully.

Kurt rolled his eyes, taking the condom from Blaine's hand. “It really depends on my mood and the circumstances...” Kurt began.

“Me too, all I know right now is... I wanna fuck you so bad, baby.” Blaine moaned.

“I'm not stopping you.” Kurt pointed out with a smirk.

Blaine wanted all the time he had to give the love of his life pleasure, something only he could do, and in turn, get a real rush in consequence. He wasn't referring to coming, though of course Kurt knew how to press his buttons. Being like this, sharing the raw passion between them made Blaine feel so alive and grateful. But it wasn't the time for deep inner monologs, there was the matter of a hot and ready boyfriend pressed against Blaine's demanding cock. “Love you.” he breathed.

Kurt grinned and bent down to roll the condom onto Blaine's cock, taking the tube of lube and slicking him up for entry. Once that was finished, Kurt pulled Blaine closer, him taking the lead and lining himself up to Kurt's entrance. Kurt helped him along but getting an ideal position, wrapping one leg around Blaine to give them the proper leverage needed. “I need you, Blaine.” Kurt begged with a half cry.

“Take me then, I'm yours.” Blaine whispered back, pressing into Kurt and entering him.

Kurt moaned from the sensation of Blaine filling him up, god he loved the stretch, no matter how many times it happened it didn't diminish the sensation. Blaine and his exploration of their sexual contact had been a pleasant surprise, sure sometimes they weren't at the top of their game. It took a while to know what to do and how they liked it, errors happened and like with any, you learned from them. At the present, it was clear their work was paying off. “Holy crap... Blaine, it's so good. You feel... you make me feel... fuck!” Kurt gasped as Blaine began to thrust his hips forward.

Blaine pinned Kurt against the wall, keeping him in place, Kurt pushing up from the wall to give what help he could. After a short while Blaine got the feel of things and began to quicken his pace, rocking his hips back and forth, giving a bit more force with each thrust. “I'm not hurting you, am I?” Blaine stuttered.

Kurt bit his bottom lip, shaking his head vigorously. “No, it's amazing, this angle right now... almost too much to take, but not in a bad way.” Kurt assured him. Kurt slipped his second leg around Blaine until he was fully straddling him. With the movement Blaine pushed a little harder, pressing Kurt to the wall, keeping them both in place. Blaine brought his arms under Kurt's legs, so they hooked in place under the back of his knees, holding onto his hips.

Finally they were balanced enough to continue and resumed their heavy kissing from before, Kurt clinging to Blaine, his arms clamped over his shoulder, caressing his back. “Blaine, oh lord, Blaine... you know how to use those hips of yours.” he shouted and moaned.

“Feels good, huh?”

“Can't you tell by the sounds I'm making?” Kurt countered.

It was proving to be hard for the pair to keep their usual playful banter up when they were right in the middle of sex. So neither felt defeated when they gave up the attempts to be witty and focused on moving each other along towards orgasm.

“Fuck! Kurt, this is so hot... you're so hot... all I have to do is think of you during Born this Way and...” Blaine growled.

Kurt gasped as Blaine suddenly picked up the pace and snapped his hips forward, it caught him off guard but in the best possible way and he tensed up. “I'm coming.” he groaned.

Blaine thrust himself into Kurt several more times to help him along, but his legs were beginning to burn from the strain their combined weight brought. He was torn, he didn't want to move, his own needs aside, but he didn't want to get too tired if there was time for a second round.

There was no need for the usually dapper young man to worry, Kurt, true to his understanding of his boyfriend, picked up on his conundrum without any need to state it verbally. “Let me down so we can switch to an easier position, love.” Kurt requested.

Blaine gave in with little protest and released his hold on Kurt, who paused long enough to give Blaine a long deep kiss. Then he turned around, so his back end was facing Blaine's front and he craned his head back to give an enticing stare. Blaine laughed in reply and gave Kurt's perfect ass a light slap and placed his hands on Kurt's hips, entering him once more. “Man you're so tight.” Blaine moaned with pleasure. Kurt didn't stay still, instead moving backwards to meet Blaine's forwards thrusts and it did the trick, leading Blaine soon towards his own blessed release.

“Kurt!” Blaine muttered in the key moment.

Spent and both young men having came, Blaine leaned forward panting, pausing to leave a trail of kisses down the small of Kurt's back. He pulled his cock out of Kurt's ass and Kurt instantly turned around so their lips could meet once more.

“That was hot.” Blaine wheezed.

“Agreed.” Kurt stuttered.

Kurt bit the bottom of Blaine's lip, then trailed his mouth down to come to suck and bite at his neck, where they both liked it best. It was proving to work as usual and soon things were beginning to rise once more. All urgency aside though, they took it down a peg or two, so Blaine could properly dispose of the used condom and Kurt dealt with his own clean up. Once both jobs were taken care of, the pair, sweaty but still wanting more, clung to each other with raw need.

“Think we have time for round two?” Kurt asked.

Blaine didn't like the idea of stopping in the least but he hated the idea of getting caught in the act or anything along those lines even less desired. “I dunno... I know I acted like I didn't care if we got caught... but... honestly, it will be a super buzz kill.” Blaine admitted.

Kurt snickered, biting Blaine's shoulder lightly and kissing the spot right afterwards. “I don't want to be overheard, or seen... by anyone, most of all one of our family members.” Kurt declared.

“My mind keeps trying to tell me that but then I look at you and my cock has other ideas.” Blaine admitted with a sheepish smile.

“May I make a suggestion then?” Kurt offered as he ran his hand down the small of Blaine's back. Both of them were proving their young virility with their cocks getting hard already.

“Hmm?” Blaine muttered as he rubbed against Kurt.

“How about we at least make this even... because I admit the idea of chair sex excites me.”

“I like the sound of that, so far it seems we keep taking turns with who tops and bottoms.” Blaine pointed out as he lead Kurt over to the chair.

“I honestly haven't been counting Blaine, nor should we. What's wrong with of us liking it both ways? Because I am willing to accept that I love fucking you as much as I love you inside me.” Kurt explained as he pushed Blaine into the chair and hovered over him.

Blaine reached out for Kurt and pulled him forward, until Kurt came to straddle him and they started another sexual endeavour off with exploring their bodies, and mouths first and foremost, before moving onto the main event. Foreplay was greatly enjoyed between the couple, most of the time and having just experienced and frantic coupling without much preparation, they both welcomed the slowed switch up eluding it.

“Maybe we should have shirts made that say 'Like to Switch?” Blaine offered.

Kurt shook his head in amusement, he had far more pressing things he wanted to attend to, like his ragging boner. “Maybe later, right now... I have better things in mind.” Kurt purred. He shifted his weight so he could try to get more comfortable, but it was proving to be quite a challenge. “This would be easier if this chair wasn't so round... I'm not really sure were my legs should go.” Kurt muttered.

Blaine wasn't sure how hard Kurt was trying, when he was currently giving the majority of his attention to kissing Blaine on the mouth over and over until it was difficult to be coordinated at all.

“There's nothing wrong with having sex on the bed, Kurt.” Blaine pointed out.

Kurt was proving to be stubborn even in such a sensual situation and he began to grind his body against Blaine's to make him to urgent to argue for long. “No, I refuse to back down... just... move like this a bit.” Kurt guided.

Blaine just smirked and did what he was told, or rather, slowly prodded to do, since he didn't need much convincing to comply. Until finally the two were locked together well enough that the next step could take place. He was relieved he'd had enough sense to bring along the tube of lube and another condom. Kurt began to rock his hips back with a bit more force and the friction was very rewarding. Then Blaine realized one thing was out of place. “Uh... how exactly were you planning to fuck me from this position?” Blaine muttered quizzically.

Kurt chose to remain aloof for a moment, stalling to come to kiss Blaine's lips, then trailing down his neck and collarbone. His hands gliding down his shoulders towards his sides, stroking the hot wet skin. “Change of plans, I want to ride you until you're screaming my name, hope you don't mind.” he growled.

“Like I would! You know how turned on I get when you go the aggressive root.” Blaine smirked.

“Even more than when you do it?” Kurt mirrored from Blaine's similar question.

“Either way involves you, so it's hot no matter what role we take in the heat of the moment.” Blaine scoffed, albeit playfully.

“So does that make me a bottom then?” Kurt asked as he opened up the condom package, taking hold of Kurt's cock and ran his hand up and down on Blaine's hard length. “You're sure ready for me.” he added smugly.

Blaine squeezed the tube of lube and once Kurt got the condom on his cock, he added the right about of lubricant. Dropping the tube, he helped Kurt ease down on his cock by placing his hands on Kurt's hips. Kurt let out a soft cry and he slid downwards, until Blaine was as far inside him as he could go. “You ask that like it would be a bad thing. I don't know, any more than I know if I'm a top or a bottom in all honesty. If anything so far, I think we can be or do whatever we want when it comes to that. As you can tell right now, I don't mind the game change.” Blaine concluded.

Kurt stopped to give Blaine a long kiss and then he was through with the small talk, he wanted to move things along. “I love the way your brain works, Blaine. But... let's stop talking and start fucking.” he groaned and coaxed Blaine along.

“Okay, this isn't half bad.” Kurt admitted.

Blaine simply nodded in agreement, helping Kurt up and down on his cock, hearing the sharp slap of skin on skin as they pounded their bodies together. It was a feat that they managed to stay on the chair despite their pace, a credit to them both. Blaine kissed Kurt's adam's apple as they rocked together, until he felt the start of that familiar rush and he gasped for air. “So close now...” he breathed.

“Right behind yah, or on top of you.” Kurt panted.

It took a bit of work for the pair to figure out the rhythm the new position brought, since so far they hadn't tried to have sex in Blaine's brown leather chair before. The need for more energy was noticed but they powered through and had the same satisfactory results all the same, the side effect was, they were too worn out to try their luck out for a third go. So once orgasm was achieved for a second time, a result of Kurt riding Blaine for all it worth, despite the difficultly their sweaty bodies found on the chairs surface. After shouting out each others name in the heat of the moment, Kurt slumped down on Blaine, worn out and sated.

“Next time... let's just have sex on the bed.” Kurt wheezed.

“It does leave us more energy for multiple entry.” Blaine concluded with a chuckle.

“I'm all for trying new things but... god I'm worn out now.” Kurt admitted as he slid off of Blaine.

“And sweaty... I think these shirts might be ruined actually.” Blaine muttered as he inspected the come that was covering the 'H' and 'O' of the words Hobbit.

Kurt gave Blaine a weak laugh at his statement and pulled his now tired boyfriend up off the chair. He suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head with one fluid movement, continuing to do the same to Blaine's. He paused to inspect the damage and smirked with amusement; it was all superficial and hardly mourn worthy. “You'll find strain remover does wonders. But before we deal with our clothes, let's go take a shower.” Kurt offered.

“Good idea, we should take one together to save time.” he suggested.

Kurt rolled his eyes, pushing Blaine towards the bathroom, hoping they'd have enough time to wash off before anyone came home. “I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but I'm too tired even for shower sex.” Kurt admitted sheepishly.

“I wasn't going to suggest it either, I'm just as worn out as you are. Let's save that for our anniversary.” Blaine countered.

“I like that idea.” Kurt agreed. Leaning in to give Blaine a quick peck on the cheek in approval. They made their way to the shower and true to the world the act was hardly something to be described as sexy. If it had been a porn video it couldn't of even been described as remotely soft core even. With neither young man having the energy to try anyway, or wanting to push their luck. All the did was wash off any signs of their foray into sex and hurried back into Blaine's bedroom, relieved the house was still empty by the time they were done showering.

Blaine handed Kurt a towel and brought out a pair of clothing to wear, they had suggested keeping a spare change of clothes in their bedrooms for such occasions. “You know... I find it quite easy to accept I'm gay when it means I get to have amazing sex with you, cutie.” Kurt admitted.

Blaine, who was currently pulling a clean pair of pants over his hips, gave Kurt a witty grin in agreement. No matter if he was stark naked or fully dressed, he still looked hot and Blaine always found Kurt's post coital look the most alluring of all. In fact it was very hard not to drag him to the bed and try his best to get them both in the mood once more. What ultimately stopped him wasn't his hold on his libido, it was hearing a car pull into the driveway of his hose. “It's definitely a nice perk.” he commented. ________________________________________________________________________________

After Blaine's father had ended up coming home early for once, though it was proving to happen more often now, any ideas to get up to further no good was quickly dashed. Instead the young couple decided it was still rather early and so they set off out in the world to go on a date. Bringing them to Breadsticks of all places, since it was possible to get a table there even at the last minute. Kurt was basking in the attention of his boyfriend and making sure to return the favour at every chance. There was no desire to hide their obvious heart eyes either.

Kurt took a long drink of his soda, holding it up and out in front of Blaine in offering a moment later. “Might I suggest a toast?” he began.

“You may, to what end though my handsome hottie?” Blaine questioned.

“To us and how we've chosen to brave enough to embrace the things about ourselves we might originally wished we could change at one point.” Kurt offered.

Blaine raised his own glass, clicking it with Kurt. “I can drink to that, cheers.” he agreed. The pair broke out into muffled giggles at how silly but adorable they were being at present.

“Do you think Lady Gaga would approve?” Blaine asked.

Kurt put his drink down, almost choking when the humorous question was asked without warning. Once recovered Kurt took hold of Blaine's hand in his, running his thumb along the back of Blaine's hand. “I'm not really sure, but I'd like to think so. Either way... we're on the right track, baby.” he commented with a wink.

Blaine found himself fighting back tears of love from Kurt's response, it was typical for the handsome young man before him and he was so grateful for it. “Oh do I ever love you, Kurt Hummel. In fact, sometimes I think I was born to love you.”

“You're so much more than just my boyfriend, Blaine.” Kurt countered, though he knew his boyfriend was just being playful. But even when jesting Kurt disliked the idea of Blaine acting like Kurt owned him, or that he didn't have his own worth. But he still didn't want to return their romantic moment into a silly argument, so he let it slid. “And I love you, Blaine, with all my heart. But don't forget what I told you in the courtyard. I'm never saying goodbye to you...” he stated.

Blaine gave Kurt a warm smile, hoping with all his heart it was a promise they could both keep, for the rest of their lives. “I won't.” he assured softly.