It was absolutely amazing watching Blaine perform during the moments Rory could peek out on onto the stage. He was like nothing Rory had ever seen before and he had to wonder why it was that his Papa hadn't become an actor. He certainly had the talent for it.

He sang everything with a strong confident voice, feeling poured into every line and Rory could only gape in awe because despite having heard Papa sing before in the future it had never been like this. He and Rachel complimented each other well. His dad, though, stole every scene he was in. Rory had been surprised at the small role he'd taken, but he wasn't surprised at how much the audience responded to him.

More interesting than seeing their performance was watching his Dad while Blaine was on stage. He looked proud and in awe, love shinning in his eyes as he watched on and smiled, still supporting Blaine even though they weren't talking. It gave Rory hope that whatever it was would be resolved.

When the final bow was taken and the curtain dropped they all erupted into congratulatory bouts to the leads, and Rory spotted Kurt getting out of the fray. He followed after him.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Kurt turned and smiled. "Do you really think I would stay in this outfit for much longer?"

Rory saw right through the smile and the planned quip, but he decided not to pry.

"Oh. Well, are you going to the celebration party later?" He asked instead.

Kurt shrugged.

"You wouldn't go just to keep avoiding Blaine," Rory said, then, only because he'd had enough with the two of them skirting around each other and it'd only been a day.

"Actually, because I was planning on talking to Blaine," Kurt said, "and I don't know what that might lead to."

Rory's mind immediately went back to the last conversation they'd had about Blaine and he tried hard not to cringe lest he come off as a homophobe or something.

"Oh."

Kurt smiled gently. "It's really nice of you to care so much, Rory, you're a good friend."

Rory stared after him for a while. It was really strange being friends with Kurt and Blaine, knowing what their future would hold and what role he would play in that future.

He heard footsteps and looked back to see that they audience had started trickling out of the theater, some trying to find an exit in the crowd and others standing still waiting for their children to come out.

Mike Chang was one of the first to exit the stage with Tina and the two of them rushed towards an Asian woman that Mike hugged hard. Tina hugged her next and the three talked enthusiastically. Rory smiled to himself but he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment and hurt at knowing that his dad and papa wouldn't be there for him after this role with smiles and hugs.

Instead he watched as more of his castmates came out to meet with family. Some like Blaine who came out almost last walked through the cast, thanking praise from the random people in the crowd as he headed to the locker room to change. He wasn't the only one without parents.

Rory had just decided to go get out of costume and back into his regular clothes when he spotted a bunch of boys in the familiar Dalton blazer. Papa's friends. For a moment he wondered why Blaine hadn't waited to see them.

"Where do you think he is?" one of the boys asked another.

"I don't know, but he and Kurt just disappeared. I don't think I saw Kurt's family anywhere."

Another one responded, "His dad's running for Congress. I think he's out campaigning."

Rory continued to listen in. One of them had to be Sebastian and he wanted to know which one.

"Maybe we should just go, then," A blond boy said, "it's crazy in here and if that Berry girl spots us, you know she'll throw a fit."

Another shook his head, "I miss Kurt," he said, "I wanted to see Kurt."

Rory watched them while trying not to look as if he were listening in and he saw one of them make a face at the mention of Kurt.

"Text one of them," the blond boy said and Rory thought that he looked really familiar but he couldn't place him as someone he'd met in the future.

Rory decided to act. If one of those boys was Sebastian, then he knew that he was bound to cause trouble just by his very presence. His dad and papa needed to finally have some sort of conversation and solve their problems and Sebastian wasn't going to help any.

"Sorry," he said, "I overheard you talking about Kurt and Blaine. I'm in glee with them. You shouldn't bother waiting for them, they left right after to set up for the after party."

One of them gasped, "in costume? Kurt would never."

Rory shrugged. "It's what they told me."

The group of boys looked unsure, but they sighed. "Let them know we were waiting for them, then," the blond boy from earlier said.

He nodded. "Sure."

Rory watched them as they headed in the direction of the exit and he sighed to himself. He wondered if he had been right to do that for a moment, if it would change anything. He let himself worry about it for a moment and wonder what it could have changed, and then he went into the locker room to get out of his own costume.

"Coming to the party?" Mike asked him when he'd changed and gathered his things after hanging the costume for the next day.

"I think so," he said.

"Cool. See you then. I have to go find Tina." He paused at the door, "do you need a ride?"

Rory really liked Mike. Out of everyone in New Directions, he was one of the nicest. He seemed to care about everyone and didn't easily fall into all the drama that seemed to surround the club.

"Uh, yeah. I don't know where Brittany or Santana went."

He scrambled to follow Mike and they found Tina easily enough. For a moment Rory had to wonder if he should stick around to see what happened with Kurt and Blaine, but he decided to leave it all to solve itself, he'd already done enough telling the Warblers to leave.

- - -

It hadn't been his intention to tell Blaine he wanted to go back to his house with the implication that for once they'd be doing far more than just a heated make out session. When he decided to go find Blaine after he'd gotten all the makeup off and made sure that not only his costume was hung carefully but so was everyone else's, the only thing Kurt had wanted to accomplish was to make sure that they were talking again. He was sick of how Blaine started ignoring him the moment they saw each other the day after the incident outside Scandals.

"Drive to my house first to drop off my car?" Kurt asked once they were outside.

Their cars were just two of the few still in the parking lot and they weren't parked anywhere near each other.

"Yeah," Blaine said, but pulled Kurt back against him, "I'll miss you."

Kurt shook his head and laughed, "It's going to take ten minutes."

"I know, but a whole day without is not something I can really handle."

Kurt smiled a bit and leaned down to kiss him, a quick kiss that ended almost as soon as it had begun because they were still in the school parking lot and there was no need to chance it.

"I'll see you in a bit," he said and pulled himself out of Blaine's arms. He walked towards his car and looked back a few times to see Blaine getting into his own.

When they got to Kurt's house, the only car in the driveway was Finn's truck and Kurt wondered for a moment why he hadn't gone with Rachel to Artie's party, but when he went inside to pick up a few necessities like a change of clothes, and his travel skin care bag, he only knew Finn was really home because music was blasting from his room.

Blaine was grinning when Kurt got back outside and climbed into the passenger seat of his car.

"I think something happened with Finn," Kurt said, "but I'll check on him later."

Blaine nodded and then looked at the things Kurt was holding. "What's all that?"

"It's just in case I spend the night," Kurt said and tried to fight the blush that he knew his porcelain skin would display well.

"I see," Blaine said and then smiled brightly, "it wouldn't be you if you didn't bring an outfit for this."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "just drive."

The closer they got to Blaine's house the more real it all became. They were going to have sex. Kurt almost couldn't believe it, but then when he looked at Blaine he could.

"I love you," he said.

Blaine looked in his direction for a moment. "I love you too." And then he reached for Kurt's hand, not letting go until they'd reached his house.

Once they were inside, the nerves returned, fluttering in Kurt's stomach and he didn't know what to do when he knew that not only were there nerves but also excitement. Then it suddenly hit him. They were going to have sex. Blaine was going to see every single flaw on his body once all of his layers had been got rid of. Maybe there was some way they could do it half dressed. Kurt for a moment wished he had brought his kilt.

"We don't have to do anything," Blaine said when they reached his room. He pushed the door open, "we can just lay down and cuddle if you want."

"No, I want to," Kurt said almost at once because looked at Blaine's eyes as they darted nervously he suddenly realized he wasn't the only one preparing to go through with this.

Blaine was with him, just as nervous and just as excited, and just as worried about silly things like what he would look like naked.

"I'm ready Blaine, but if you aren't then…"

Blaine shook his head. "No, no, I am. I just…Kurt you're so beautiful and I'm just this short…"

Kurt stopped him, letting out a giggle. They were perfect for each other. "You're amazing," Kurt said, "I'm the one that won't compare to you."

Kurt felt himself blush again, but this time he didn't mind. Instead he leaned in to kiss Blaine and he sighed into the kiss because this was something he could do forever. When they pulled back, Blaine took his hand and led him towards the bed.

Kurt sat down on the edge even though he'd sat on that bed more times than he could count and he leaned down to undo his shoes, but Blaine was already there, smiling up at Kurt as he undid them carefully and set them aside. He ran his hands up Kurt's legs up to his knees.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed and then leaned back on the bed, "come here."

Blaine kicked off his shoes, not caring where they landed as he climbed onto the bed next to Kurt and then leaned towards him to kiss him again. Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing back and pulling him even closer so that Blaine was practically lying on him. After a few minutes, Kurt pushed him gently away and Blaine rolled onto his back. Kurt sat up and looked nervously at Blaine before he took off his vest and throwing it in the direction of Blaine's chair. Next came his shirt. He didn't look at Blaine as he threw that article of clothing towards the chair too.

"So many layers," Blaine muttered with a grin, when Kurt stopped at his undershirt, "but I bet I can rip your clothes off now."

Kurt laughed and leaned to drop a chaste kiss on Blaine's lips, "you're not going to let me forget I said that, are you?"

Blaine shook his head and reached for Kurt again, pulling him down to lay next to him. "You really are amazing," he said, "and I am so sorry for what I did that night."

Kurt nuzzled into his neck. "Stop apologizing." A moment later he added, "and off with your shirt.

Kurt helped Blaine pull it off and threw it to the end of the bed. They were kissing again suddenly, these kisses harder and full of passion, tongues meeting in a familiar dance before Blaine sucked at Kurt's bottom lip, extracting a moan. They continued to kiss for a while, until Blaine moved to kiss at Kurt's throat, licking and sucking at a particular spot that he knew made Kurt moan. He left his mark there and then pulled at the undershirt Kurt had kept on to find more of the perfect skin that he loved.

Kurt let Blaine take the undershirt off and drop it aside without care as he stared at the skin revealed. He ran his hand down from his collar to his flat stomach, taking in the muscles that he hadn't thought were there and the perfectly toned waist and then he began to pepper kisses everywhere.

"Want you so bad," Blaine groaned out.

Kurt met his eyes and he was surprised to see the want and need there because he had never once in his life thought that he could get to this point, to have someone need him and want him like Blaine did.

Blaine began undoing Kurt's pants and Kurt reached down to help his trembling hands, before he went to work on Blaine's.

"I've thought about this so much, Kurt, you don't even know," Blaine breathed as he folded Kurt's pants and threw them at the chair.

"Oh yeah?"

Blaine nodded. "Yes, but having you here in my bed like this, it's so much better."

They were kissing again, then, and Kurt ran his hands over Blaine's chest, until he finally pushed the wife beater upwards, hands running over the warm skin of Blaine's back. Blaine moved away for a second to take off the wife beater and then he was back.

- - -

Blaine handed Kurt socks and watched as his boyfriend put them on standing up and almost fell as he did.

"Thanks," Kurt breathed and then pulled on his undershirt before crawling back on the bed.

Blaine finished putting on his pants again and returned to the bed, dropping next to Kurt on his side of the recently remade bed. He reached for Kurt's hands and held them, just taking in the moment.

He couldn't believe it had happened, except that it had. Kurt turned a little so he was closer. Their faces were right next to each other on the pillows, noses almost touching.

Kurt shifted closer. "It was amazing," he said, and it was the first allusion to what had happened an hour ago.

"Hmm."

"You were amazing," Kurt continued, "I didn't think it'd be like that. God, if I had known." He laughed.

"Kurt," Blaine said and shook his head.

When Kurt had suggested it earlier, Blaine hadn't known quite what to do, especially after he'd pushed Kurt earlier in the week, but once they were in his room together everything just fell like puzzle pieces.

"You were," Kurt insisted, "and you have an amazing ass too."

Blaine couldn't help but blush. Kurt never really spoke like this and Blaine found it insanely hot that he was so comfortable doing so now.

"Really?" he asked.

Kurt nodded and his cheeks were tinted the slightest bit pink.

"Yours isn't bad either," Blaine mumbled.

One of their phones on the bedside table went off and Kurt groaned.

"Probably my dad," he said and rolled over to answer it.

Burt and Carole hadn't been able to make it back to Ohio for opening night, but they'd be there the next night and while they were gone, Burt called Kurt at least twice a day. Blaine was almost jealous because neither of his parents called unless they had to while they were gone, but then he remembered that when they did call it ended in some sort of argument.

"It went really well," Kurt was saying into the phone, "how's everything with you?"

Blaine tried to wait patiently while Kurt was on the phone, but watching Kurt made it hard and he wrapped himself around his boyfriend, dropping butterfly kisses to his neck and just breathing Kurt in because at that moment he was just purely Kurt and it was the best smell ever.

"Don't worry about that, dad. We're fine. See you tomorrow." He dropped his phone on the bedside table and turned to Blaine.

Blaine nuzzled closer.

"Come on, dad just asked if I had a good dinner and I just realized we actually haven't eaten anything, so we're going down to your kitchen and I'm making us something good."

Blaine groaned, but his stomach chose that moment to growl. "Can't we just order something?"

"What did you have for dinner last night?" Kurt asked.

Blaine chose not to answer, because he knew Kurt wouldn't approve of the Chinese he'd ordered.

"Exactly," Kurt said and pulled at Blaine's hand as he led them down the stairs and to the kitchen.

- - -

Motta was a horrible last name and Sugar still didn't really understand why her Mami had insisted that she use it, except that it had come in handy when she arrived at the end of the summer before her mom and mami's senior year and Mom's uncle had agreed to help her. Uncle Kurt and Mami had written a letter that she wasn't allowed to open and her great uncle had agreed almost at once to help her out.

Sugar didn't understand just how time worked and she hated thinking about it because it was the most confusing thing in the world, but she knew one thing: they had known it was going to happen. At least, she thought that they must have known something, because telling her to form another glee club at McKinley had nothing to do with getting Rory back home, and yet it was one of the bullet points on the list Uncle Kurt had given her, right ahead of staying as far away from Rory for as long as possible when he finally arrived.

"Watch him," Uncle Kurt had said, "make sure he's doing okay, but don't approach him."

Unlike Rory, Sugar wasn't a performer. She wasn't a good singer and she was certainly not a good actress, but she was getting more practice at it than she had ever imagined and it was harder than anything she'd ever done, but it was imperative that no one found out.

Harder still was being alone. Mami was so wary of her because she was from the future that she didn't want to talk to her unless it had something to do with glee, and Mom never really made sense when she did talk. Mercedes was nicer to her, but Sugar had never known Mercedes in the future much less Shelby and she couldn't go anywhere near her Uncles.

She spotted them, then, walking together from the cafeteria, Uncle Blaine holding a wrapped sandwich and water bottle.

"Can't we do this after school, Kurt? I don't think the librarian will like it if I bring food with me."

Sugar watched them from afar. It wasn't fair that they were already so much like their future selves. Her Mami and Mom still had a long way to go to be the women she knew in the future but there were Kurt and Blaine acting like the old married couple they would become. Worse was seeing them with Rory, because Rory had managed to make his parents his friends. It wasn't fair.

Rory was almost a year younger than Sugar and for most of her life, Rory had always been the baby, the one to look after. Sugar hadn't grown up with him exactly, but when he was around he'd always been the one that everyone took care of. It wasn't just his dads but her moms too. Sugar was beginning to think it all had to do with this time travel thing.

"Well," Kurt said, "if you want, I could go to the library. You're welcome to eat lunch with the rest of the glee club."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Not what I meant, and you know it. Fine, but if I don't get to eat my lunch, you'll pay for it later."

They walked past her not even glancing in her direction and Sugar sighed. She wanted desperately to run after them and try and start a conversation about anything. She couldn't, of course, but oh did she want to.

Sugar continued to walk in the opposite direction, towards her locker for lack of anything better to do and she paused when she saw Rory. He was distractedly walking with Finn and luckily didn't look her way, but she hurried away. She didn't understand why it was important, but it had to be if her Mami and Uncle Kurt had stressed it so much, so she ducked into the nearest classroom and waited until she was sure he had walked past.