Day 7

Sunday. Only three days until Blaine was due over for dinner, more importantly three days until Burt would find out the truth.

After an uneasy night’s sleep Kurt was awoken on Sunday to the smell of pancakes drifting from the kitchen. He sleepily padded down the hallway into the kitchen to find Carole putting the finishing touches to a breakfast spread full of pancakes and a selection fresh fruit and juices.

“Good morning!” Carole said in an unusually cheery tone as Kurt appeared in the doorway.

“What’s the occasion?” Kurt muttered as he sat down at the table, suddenly feeling hungry as he gazed at the plate of syrup covered pancakes, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.

“What? I’m not allowed to say good morning to my favourite step-son?” She shrugged, placing a bowl of strawberries on the table.

“Seriously, what’s going on?” Kurt snapped, it being way too early in the morning for Carole to be cryptic. As it was Kurt’s mind was already hazy due to lack of sleep and overthinking.

“No need to act like that.” Carole replied as she began slicing an orange.

“Well I wouldn’t but you’re being all…all.”

“Yes?” She said teasingly.

Kurt just groaned in frustration, running a hand through his already messy hair.

Carole placed a final bowl down onto the table and took a seat opposite Kurt.

“I’m only teasing sweetie, I thought maybe we could talk about you know…” She trailed off.

“Please don’t give me another sex talk it was bad enough with dad lecturing me and honestly them pamphlets were bad enough to put you off sex let alone educational.” He scoffed, remembering the first time he’d fully looked through the pamphlets.

Carole laughed softly. “I think you’re quite capable to look at that for yourself.” She said knowingly. “I was actually thinking more along the lines of Blaine.”

“Oh...um…” Kurt blushed for having brought the topic of sex on himself.

“I think we should talk about what’s really going on.” She said softly, serving them both a couple of pancakes.

Kurt deliberated for a moment before letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine, but please don’t tell dad… actually where is he?” Kurt asked realizing that Burt hadn’t joined them for breakfast or Finn for that fact.

“Of course I won’t. Oh, he had to leave early to go and collect some parts or something and Finn is well... apparently at Pucks, but I doubt that.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, chuckling at Carole’s remark. The pair ate in silence for several minutes, the only sound being the light buzz from the coffee machine.

“So how’d you two actually meet?” Carole asked after a few minutes.

Kurt picked nervously at a piece of strawberry. “At school.” He whispered, still focusing intently on the piece of fruit in front of him.

“As in your work placement?”

Kurt nodded, afraid that Carole was going to ask a string of questions.

“And he’s the teacher?” She questioned further.

“Yes but he’s not my teacher and I swear all we’ve done is kiss, we only went grocery shopping. I can’t break up with him, he’s the best thing that’s happened to me in months, and I finally feel as though I’ve found someone who gets me and actually wants to be with me. Please don’t make me break up with him.” Kurt pleaded.

“Hey, when did I ever say that?” Carole said softly.

“Um...” Kurt mumbled, pushing his plate away.

Carole sighed. “I didn’t. Kurt, I know he’s not twenty.”

“You’re right he’s twenty three... it’s only a five year difference.” He said defensively.

“Can I be honest with you?”

Kurt shrugged. “Go ahead it’s not like this could be any worse.”

“Just listen. I have no problem with the age gap, love is love okay? Plus he’s technically not your official teacher but he is however currently your employer. The fact that you are already eighteen does make this situation a little less complicated because you do have more freedom and we’re only here to support you. There’s no point me or your dad telling you to break up with him, you’re old enough to make your own decisions Kurt.”

“Thank you.” Kurt said quietly, a small smile playing on his lips.

“What for?” Carole asked.

“For just… understanding.” Kurt replied with a shrug.

“I know your dad might not be so thrilled but deep down all he wants is for you to be happy, and if Blaine is what makes you happy then I know he’ll support you.”

Kurt's smile grew wider and he walked around the table to hug Carole where she was still seated.

“I guess you’re my favourite step-mom too.” Kurt said jokingly as he pulled away and started gathering the empty plates and bowls.

“I’ll clean up here you go and do whatever.” She took the plates out of Kurt’s hand and began collecting the rest of the cutlery.

“Oh, one more thing.” Kurt turned around as he reached the doorway.

“Yes?” She raised an eyebrow curiously.

“Why did you say that Blaine worked in a bakery, he was pretty confused.”

Carole laughed shaking her head.  “He looked sweet.” She said with a shrug.

Kurt blushed, nodding in agreement.  “He is.”

After showering quickly and changing into navy sweats and a maroon hoodie he decided to ring Blaine, expecting that he’d already be up. However, to his surprise an irritable sounding Blaine answered finally after five rings.

~

Blaine had been in the middle of sorting out arrangements for the trip to the lake when his phone rang, smiling at Kurt’s name flashing on his screen he instantly picked up. Once he’d ended the call with Kurt to say Blaine was nervous was an understatement. In desperation he’d frantically phoned Wes with the hope that he would be able to give him some advice on what to do. Thankfully Wes had managed to convince Blaine that everything would be fine and if he did have to meet Kurt’s dad that he just needed to be himself. It might not have been much advice but after knowing Blaine for so long Wes knew that despite his insecurities he had a natural charm that could win over the most difficult of people.

When Blaine had received the text from Kurt it came as no surprise considering their earlier conversation. He’d already consumed one tub of Ben and Jerry’s and was contemplating pouring himself a bowl of Lucky Charms. The only confusing yet slightly intriguing thing was why he suddenly worked in a bakery. Blaine had fallen asleep early into the first half of the movie and was suddenly awoken by his phone ringing loudly on the coffee table opposite, blearily opening his eyes he squinted at the screen making out Kurt’s name. Once he’d said goodnight to Kurt he trudged into his bedroom falling asleep almost instantly as soon as his head hit the pillow, not even bothering to change. 

Being the forgetful person that he was Blaine had left his phone in the living room and was woken up to the sound of his phone ringing once again, he pulled the covers further over his head hoping that whoever it was would leave a voicemail. The ringing was persistent for several minutes until he finally gave in.

“Alright, alright I’m coming.” Blaine grumbled dragging himself out of bed and into the living room where said phone was still vibrating across the table.

“What do you want?” He said sharply as he dropped down onto the couch, shivering as the cold material brushed against an exposed patch of skin where his shirt had ridden up.

“Oh... is this a bad time?” Kurt asked, taken back by Blaine’s harsh tone.

Blaine’s eyes widened the instant he heard Kurt’s voice. “Kurt?” He asked instantly feeling guilty. 

“Uh yeah it’s me.”

“Shit. I’m sorry… I was asleep and I left my phone in the living room... I thought you were Wes or someone.” Blaine said sheepishly.

Kurt let out a sigh of relief knowing he hadn’t done something wrong. “It’s fine. I just wanted to tell you that I’ve spoken to Carole.”

There was an audible hitch in Blaine’s breath. “You…you have?”

“She said that as I’m eighteen I’m old enough to make my own decisions and that if you make me happy then she fully supports us.”

“Do I make you happy?” Blaine asked hesitantly, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“Of course you do honey, I know I’ve only known you for a week and I know we didn’t really get off to the best of starts but I promise you that I’ve never felt happier and I can’t wait to spend more time with you.”

“Okay… that’s good, I want all of that as well.” Blaine curled into the couch, feeling a little more relaxed.

“And as for the reason as to why you work in a bakery it’s because Carole said she thought that you looked sweet and a bakery was the first place that came to mind.”

“I like the sound of your step-mom.” Blaine chuckled.

“She’s pretty great and I know that she’ll love you like her own son.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt this included in a family.” He admitted.

“Hey, don’t think about that.” Kurt murmured, knowing how sensitive the subject of family was to Blaine.

“So…what are your plans for the day?” Blaine quickly changed the topic not wanting to dampen the mood.

“Nothing really. I do have some assignments to finish for when I go back, my plan is to finish them as early as possible so I can spend more time with you.”

Blaine felt his heart swell, instantly smiling Kurt’s words. “You’re adorable you know that?”

“You keep telling me and I’ll believe you. What about you? You never told me what you were doing.”

“Oh, I don’t really know. I’m supposed to be planning for this trip next week, we have the go ahead it’s just planning activities.” He conveniently yawned, stretching out on the couch.

“I can help? If you want..?” Kurt offered.

“Really? You sure? Not that I’m against you coming over but…” Blaine replied, hoping Kurt would say yes.

“I’d love too. My dad’s out and Carole’s seeing some friends today, I can bring my work with me too that way we can both get work done.”

“That sounds perfect.” Blaine laughed softly, using his free hand to run through his hair, attempting to untangle the mass of curls.

“I can be over in half hour, I should change, I need to look at least remotely presentable.”

“No! Please don’t.” Blaine whined.

“Why?” Kurt asked curiously.

“Because you look amazing in everything you wear. Sunday is my down day so don’t expect bowties and sweaters. Its glasses, sweats and giant hoodies.”

Kurt laughed; picturing Blaine curled up in an oversized hoodie with his glasses on and untamed curls. “Okay that makes me feel a little better.”  

“Then don’t argue and just get your fine ass over here.” Blaine said mischievously, sitting up on the couch.

“Really?” Kurt deadpanned.

“What? Your jeans leave little to the imagination.” He teased.

“Okay, I'm seriously going. I’ll be there in twenty.” Kurt ended the call before Blaine could reply.

Did I overstep? Blaine thought.

He pushed all thoughts aside and decided he should change considering he was still wearing the same shirt as the night before. After changing into his favourite purple hoodie and a pair of dark grey sweats Blaine plodded into the kitchen to start the coffee machine, knowing how much Kurt liked coffee. He fixed a bowl of cereal for himself expecting Kurt to have already eaten.

~

Kurt gathered together his books and laptop, taking one last look in the mirror. It was the first time in months he was willing to leave the house without perfectly styling his hair. He grabbed his phone and made his way back downstairs to find Carole finishing cleaning the kitchen.

“Kurt? Are you going somewhere?” She asked as Kurt entered the kitchen.

“Yeah…um... Blaine invited me over to help him plan next week’s lessons and trip to the lake.” He explained as he sat down on one of the stools lacing up his old pair of converse.

Carole stopped what she was doing to take in Kurt’s change in appearance. “And you’re going dressed like that?”

“Yes?” He threw his bag over his shoulder and picked his phone up from the table.

“I already like this guy. It’s been a week and you’re already more relaxed. It’s a good thing. Have a good time. And uh... be safe.” She winked.

“Carole!” Kurt blushed, his cheeks flushing as red as the bowl of strawberries in front of him.

“Just go, I’ll tell your dad you’re with Mercedes if he comes back early.”  

“Thanks.” He leaned in to hug her lightly before making his way out to his car.

~

A short while later Kurt pulled up at the familiar parking spot and made his way up the stairs to Blaine’s apartment.

Blaine was drowning in papers and books as he attempted to mark the ever increasing amount of work.

“Hold on!” He called when he heard a knock at the door. He carefully manoeuvred himself off of the couch, still sending papers flying.

“Hey you.” Blaine grinned as he opened the door.

“Was I interrupting something?” Kurt questioned raising an eyebrow as he took in Blaine’s slightly flushed appearance.

“Oh, no…I was…just...you’ll see.” Blaine gestured for Kurt to come in and went back over to the couch.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kurt laughed as he watched Blaine attempt to tiptoe across the papers back to his spot on the couch.

“This is my usual Sunday madness, trying to mark everything before Monday.” He managed to jump across a pile of books and land perfectly in his spot.

“So I can see.” Kurt attempted to follow Blaine’s path but ended up landing ungracefully on the couch, right into Blaine.

“Loving this look by the way.” Blaine looked Kurt up and down whilst he was buried into his side. “Especially the hair.” He emphasized his point by ruffling Kurt’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp.

Kurt sighed contentedly before sitting up. “Purple looks good on you...” He leaned in closer as he played with the zip on Blaine’s hoodie.

Blaine leaned in impossibly closer, his lips brushing against Kurt’s as he spoke. “Anything looks good on you.” He whispered, his hazel eyes gazing into Kurt’s.

Kurt licked his lips subconsciously and glanced down at Blaine’s. This move did not go unnoticed.

“Work comes first.” Blaine briefly pressed his lips to Kurt’s before sitting back.

Kurt groaned, hitting Blaine playfully in the chest. “Oh it’s on Anderson.” He smirked.  

This could be interesting. They both thought.