Kurt had to make a lot of promises before he was trusted enough to leave on Friday morning. He had to take a lot of breaks, call Nancy every break and needed to get coffee at every gas station he stopped.

Santana was a lot easier about giving him the car. Friday morning he had knocked on her apartment's door, trying to tell his story, but she had cut him off.

"Does this have to do with a kid with a bad gelled fro, and is the size of a hobbit?"

Kurt stared at her surprised at the weird Santana-like description and while he nodded, she handed him over the keys.

"Don't crash it!" were her last words before Kurt ran off to the barrel, stepping in and putting the keys into the ignition.

His plan was to go to Westerville immediately, no matter how Blaine's parents would respond and try to make a solution for all of this, but after many hours of driving, many breaks and many cups of coffee (which made him stop even more because he had to pee because of the stress), he ended up in heavy weather.

It was storming, shaking up the car sideways and rain was pouring down from the sky. Eventually he came across the diverting road between Westerville - and Lima, and for his own safety he turned to Lima. He would relax a bit, he decided, try to calm his heart and go to Westerville tomorrow.

The rain grew thicker, blurring his vision on the road and he was slightly panicking by the time he reached the house of his parents.

He reached out to get his bag from the backseat to use it as some kind of protection from the rain, but the wind was making it impossible - he was going to get wet anyway. The door of the car slammed shut and he ran as quickly to the door as possible, happy he still owned a key and let himself into his old home.

For a second he wanted to yell for his dad, but as he opened his mouth a musical melody tickled his hearing. Someone was playing the piano. Nobody played the piano in this household. He left a small trail of rainwater on the floor in the hall, and eventually stood in the doorway to the living room, creating a pool of water. He couldn't care less, because right there in front of him, ducked at the piano, was Blaine.

He was playing a soft and sweet melody, filling the room with music and he was playing it by memory, because there weren't any sheets of music. Kurt just stared at him, but even Blaine couldn't ignore the sudden shade of wet dripping man in the corner of his eye and he turned around, getting the scare of his life as he rushed back against the piano which led to a collection of clashing notes.

"Kurt." he said shocked, standing up quickly to create distance with the piano.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked just as disbelieving.

"I'm so sorry, this so weird," Blaine started to blurt, "my car broke down again and I managed to get it to Burt and he's taking a look at it, and Carole was there and she kind of kidnapped me to have dinner tonight here and we were just -"

"You know - my dad?" Kurt interrupted.

"I, uhm, I work for him - at the shop, on Saturdays, but I should probably go then, I just couldn't say no to Carole because I promised her too many times to step by and and -" Blaine was nervously shifting on his feet, knowing he had to pass Kurt to get away.

"Blaine?" Carole walked out of the kitchen. "Why'd you stop playing, oh -" she noticed Kurt and blinked a couple of times, "Kurt! What are you doing here?"

"I, - I need, I wanted to -" He looked from Carole to Blaine.

"Oh! That's Blaine, he works for your father, he goes to McKinley." Carole said happily. "I'm keeping him hostage from driving home in this weather." she added seriously.

"How, how kind." Kurt said, eyes still on Blaine, who was looking like he was being escorted to the gallows. "Actually, I know Blaine." He straightened his back and Carole didn't seem that surprised. "Can I talk to you," he asked Blaine, "upstairs. Please."

Blaine seemed mortified, but nodded slowly and Kurt turned around to go to his room, Blaine following with nervous steps.

Kurt walked as far into his room as possible, making sure at least the bed was between them and then finally dared to face Blaine. He was standing in the doorway, staring at Kurt's room as if it was some kind of holy relic and didn't make any attempt of stepping inside.

"Come in," Kurt ordered and took off his dripping coat, "and close the door, please. I just want to talk."

Blaine didn't seem sure and swallowed loudly before stepping in, keeping the distance that Kurt had created.

"I'm so sorry for being here, it's weird, but my car - and the weather, and Carole -"

"Blaine." Kurt silenced him. "It's okay. Weird, but okay."

"You wanted to talk?" Blaine asked with a quiver in his voice.

"Yes." He took a deep breath. This was it. "I'm sorry I ran, it was really rude and stupid." Blaine opened his mouth but Kurt raised his hand to keep him quiet. "Let me talk, please." He waited for Blaine to nod and continued: "I'm sorry I ran. I - I guess I was having trouble keeping up with my heart. Actually I think my heart was running like a mile ahead, and later that night I finally caught up."

Blaine was staring him so intensely, he was barely blinking, but Kurt had to keep on going. He needed to say it now or never.

"What I'm trying to say is. You - you," he closed his eyes, remembering lyrics from the song Blaine played in March, "you were wearing some kind of band shirt the day we met." He heard Blaine suck in a breath. "And your hair was all frizzy, and you were wearing sweatpants and you looked utterly adorable, and when we were introduced, or when you kind of introduced me, you had that silly shocked, dumbfound look on your face and I will never forget that." He opened his eyes again and Blaine was standing there with his hand covering his mouth. "And I don't think I'll ever eat again without you, or sleep and I want to know little quirks about you, things nobody knows and -"

"Kurt." Blaine's voice was muffled behind his hand, moving it to his cheek and tears were springing in the corners of his eyes. "You - you, the song -"

"And I want to love you back."

Blaine dropped his hand entirely and his entire body was heaving at the way he was breathing.

"But," Kurt said with his heart clenching, "before that, I want to date. I want to do this... right." He swallowed. "If you still want me."

"Want you!" Blaine spluttered. "Kurt, I love you."

"Yes," he breathed, "and - I will say it back, one day, soon, but first -"

"We'll go on a date." Blaine quickly quipped. "You - you came all the way to Ohio to tell me that?"

Kurt nodded. "Because you're my person. The one I would give it up for. I realize that now." Suddenly he felt all the stress, all the tension flow out of his body. "So, Blaine Anderson, will you go on a date with me, tomorrow?"

"Yes. Yes, yesyesyes yes."

"One yes is sufficient." Carefully he grinned. "And, we'll be boyfriends when I'm ready and you're ready, of course."

"Boyfriends." Blaine echoed, dropping his head into his neck and his shoulders slumped. He looked up again, straight at Kurt. "But, does that mean that I, that I can't kiss you?"

"No." Kurt said immediately with anticipation crawling up his skin. "You can kiss me."

Blaine was practically jumping on his place. "Can I - can I kiss you now?"

"Yes."

And with that Blaine moved forward, walked around the bed and stopped right before Kurt, taking in every piece of his face and stopped at his lips. Kurt had the opportunity to suck in one breath before Blaine pulled him down to meet his lips.

It was nothing like the kiss they shared after the concert. This one was messy, teeth clinking and Blaine's tongue darted out quickly. Kurt sucked him in, raising his arms to wrap them around Blaine's neck and moaned at the electric sparks he was receiving once again.

Blaine's arms were secured tightly around his waist, grabbing his waistcoat and tried to get as close as possible. Kurt was the first one to turn his head away to catch a breath, but Blaine continued to press small kisses on his cheek and jaw, all the way down to his neck.

Kurt gasped at the amazing feeling, digging his hands into Blaine's hair and Blaine made an approving noise.

"Boys!" Carole called from downstairs. "Dinner! And Kurt, your dad's home!"

Blaine pulled back, leaving his arms around Kurt's waist and kissed Kurt's lips a few more times before letting go.

"You coming?" he asked almost sultry and Kurt had to keep himself from making an obscene noise.

Side by side they walked down the stairs to the dining room where his dad was already seated on his usual spot. Kurt saw the extra plate next to his and squealed internally that Blaine was sitting next to him.

"Dad." he said softly, and gestured Blaine to sit.

His dad didn't reply. All he did was stare at him all knowingly and biting away a smile.

"I'm happy I made extra." Carole said, carrying a pan. "Help yourself."

Kurt reached out to scoop up, forgetting all his manners of guests first, but he couldn't think straight because underneath the table, Blaine had taken his other hand and laced his own fingers with his. Eating was awkward, but for the rest of the meal their hands dangled between them, assuring each other that this was really happening.

"Ne-ne-ne-no." Blaine chuckled and Kurt looked up with a mock insulted expression on his face. He pouted when Blaine took his hand and reinstated it on the piano keyboard. "Like that, then -" Kurt's fingers were pressed down one by one to create a little melody.

"I know how to play the piano, Blaine."

"And I'm improving those skills."

"I've been playing the piano most of my life."

"Just - continue to play like that." Blaine let out another chuckle and placed his hands on the other side of the keyboard, playing along with Kurt.

After dinner Kurt had kept on keeping Blaine hostage, refusing to let him go home even though they were meeting each other tomorrow. They had scooted from the dinner table to the piano where Blaine was making Kurt frustrated with his talent.

"You can't convince me you just made that up." Kurt said, referring to the melody they were suddenly playing together.

"And yet I did."

Blaine wasn't even watching his fingers. He kept on playing blindly and stared at Kurt getting more frustrated by the minute. On pure intuition, and simply because he could, he leaned sideways and pressed a kiss on Kurt's cheek whilst his fingers kept playing.

"How do you do that?" Kurt gasped, staring down at Blaine's piano's side.

"Practice, practice -"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Fine, I'm magically blessed with excellent musical skills to swoop off everyone of their feet -"

"Worked with me." Carole said with a smile, entering the living room and both Kurt and Blaine practically jumped off the stool: they had completely forgotten they weren't alone in the house. Burt came in after Carole, falling down into his chair while eyeing the display of two blushing boys behind the piano.

"Boys, I think it's time Blaine went home." Carole said regretfully.

Blaine looked up to Kurt, shrugging at him in a way to say she was right, but he definitely didn't want to go. "How are we going to do tomorrow? I have to work -"

"Dad," Kurt turned around without letting  Blaine finish his sentence, "Blaine needs a day off tomorrow." He ignored Blaine's widening eyes.

"Does he now?" Burt replied amused.

"Yes." Kurt said with a smile, turning back to the piano and pressed some random notes. "He promised me some more piano lessons." His fingers traveled over the keyboard to Blaine's side.

"I thought you already played the piano for -"

"Dad." He shot a warning look at his father, but only got a chuckle in return.

"Blaine." Burt then said.

"Yes?" Blaine squeaked.

"Why don't you take tomorrow off?"

"Okay." He nodded, sneaking glances to Kurt who was grinning very smugly. A hand forced him back to face the piano.

"So, tomorrow, you come here at ten -" Blaine blinked at the earliness, but Kurt continued. "And we'll get coffee at the Lima Bean, have some more piano lessons, maybe Breadstix... and we'll watch some movies."

"Do I have a say in it?"

"No." Kurt cut him off, releasing his hands from the piano and looked up to Blaine. "I asked you, so - no."

"Alright then." Blaine snickered.

"Boys." Carole said again with an eye on the clock and they both stood up.

"I'll let you out." Kurt took his hand, ignoring the exchanging looks on his parents' faces and dragged Blaine to the door. "So, tomorrow."

"Yes, at ten." Blaine stepped into his shoes. A small blush was creeping up his face because they actually had a date - a date - tomorrow. He accepted his coat from Kurt, shrugging it on and let Kurt play with his lapels.

"See you tomorrow." Kurt whispered and leaned forward to kiss him. Blaine accepted the kiss greedily, taking every chance to kiss him as if it was his last. Grinning up to the point his face actually hurt, he turned around to his car that Burt had fixed and returned. "And turn on your phone!" Kurt shouted after him and Blaine placed his hand over his heart in apology.

Kurt sighed happily, waving off Blaine and stayed outside until he was around the corner. Biting away a smile, he shut the door again and felt like skipping back to the living room, but composed himself just in time. He jumped forward, hugging his dad from behind with the chair in between them.

His dad mumbled it was alright, but Kurt wanted more information.

"Why didn't you tell me he worked for you?" he asked and sat down on the couch he sulked on a month ago.

His dad shrugged. "Didn't seem important. I hired him last year in November, so."

"But why? You said you didn't need any more workers." Kurt knew he would only hire people on special circumstances.  He watched him scratch his head, deciding on an answer.

"I found him, at McKinley." he finally said. "In a position I've seen too many times." He sighed. "Or don't you remember leaning against lockers with your eyes closed, hoping it'll pass?"

"Oh God." Kurt closed his eyes, imagining Blaine surrounded by the football team or hockey team. His dad had found him like that once when they were preparing for his wedding and he was going to pick Kurt up. Dave Karofsky had just shoved him again, and Santana had gone so sick with it that she had ran after him - which concluded into one black eye on Karofsky's face. "But I thought the bullying had decreased?"

"It did, but this was before the policy." Burt said. "But I wanted to keep an eye on him anyway, and he turned out to be a really good worker. When he wasn't up in the clouds thinking of someone."

Kurt blushed a bit, but reached out to give his dad a hug. "Your heart is too big, you know. You love too much." He felt him shrug.

"I just care."

"Just don't take in every cute boy to work in your shop." Kurt got up and stretched.

"Cute, huh?" his dad chuckled.

Kurt stared at him for a moment, unsure what to say before he resolutely straightened his back. "I'm going to bed."

"Sure thing, son."

"Goodnight."

"Goodni-hight." his dad said teasingly and Kurt stuck out his tongue before running up the stairs so he could grin into his pillow like a mad man.

Ten minutes to ten the next day, Blaine was controlling his breathing in front of Kurt's door. This moment felt even more important than his entire procedure for Juilliard - okay, that was a tiny lie, but it was up there high.

He turned around the flowers in his hands, trying to find the best front to present to Kurt and decided he was being stupid for not ringing the doorbell. The ring wasn't even halfway and Kurt opened the door with a rushed vibe all over him.

"Hi." he said breathless and Blaine couldn't even find words to greet him, his sight already darting out to his lips. Lips he had kissed three times now and every kiss was turning out better than the other one.

Kurt looked down to the flowers with an adorable face, staring back up to ask if those were for him and Blaine nodded shyly.

"Thank you." Kurt bit his lip before leaning forward to give him a proper thank you. Their lips shared a simple peck, but it sent shivers down Blaine's spine. "I'll put these in some water and we'll go to the Lima Bean with my car, alright?"

"Perfect." Blaine breathed. He waited for a minute and Kurt returned with his coat half around his body. He had the keys in his mouth, grumbling something that made Blaine laugh nervously because - holy shit this was going to be his first date ever and it was going to be with Kurt.

"I should take this with me too." Kurt mumbled to no one in particular, spitting out his keys and grabbing an umbrella. "Okay! Let's go."

Sharing shy looks and smiles, they walked to Kurt's Navigator and got in.

Kurt drove almost automatically to the Lima Bean, humming along the song on the radio while Blaine was still controlling his breathing. Knowing this was real made him question everything. He felt like he had one shot to prove himself to Kurt, but remembered himself they were already friends. They already knew each other and they would continue as friends - but this time with some romance in there too. And kisses. Blaine smiled at the thought of more kisses, wondering how they were going to watch movies later that day. Only thinking about cuddling during a movie-date made him all fuzzy inside.

They got out simultaneously, meeting each other at the front of the car and shyly walked next to each other into the warmth of the Lima Bean.

"So, a medium drip?" Kurt asked softly when they joined the line.

"Hm, maybe, I'm feeling a bit adventurous today." Blaine teased.

"Oh really?" They took a step forward.

"Yes, maybe I'll take a ... large drip."

"Oh wow, you're not trying to compensate something, right?" Kurt laughed loudly at Blaine's stunned face, making several people turn around to see what was going on. "Relax, I'm kidding." he assured and they were next in line.

"What can I get for you?" the barista asked and Blaine quickly said he wanted a medium drip, receiving an amused look from Kurt.

"Non-fat, grande mocha?"

 "And a plate of biscotti, please." Blaine quipped before she walked off with their orders, rolling giddily on the balls of his feet. Kurt stared at him so fondly it was throwing him off. "No biscotti?"

"No, it's fine." Kurt grinned. "I love it that you get all excited for it." He reached out for his wallet, but Blaine had already placed the money including a tip on the counter. "But, I asked you ­-"

Blaine sighed: he had expected this. "Kurt, you're taking me on a date day. This is just coffee, and biscotti,"

"But -"

"Let me do this and I won't even flinch for the rest of the day." He stared at Kurt with begging eyes and saw him slump in surrender.

"Fine."

"Thank you."

Together they found a table and before Blaine could sit down, he jumped up at the poke in his side. He looked up in shocked to find a smug look on Kurt's face.

"What was that for?"

"You flinched." Kurt said with a devilish smile.

"That's mean." Blaine said accusingly and Kurt laughed once again. He would never get tired of teasing Blaine, and told him he was going to get some extra sugar. Blaine watched him go the supplies with a grin on his face, but turned back to face someone else sitting on Kurt's spot and his smile quickly disappeared.

"Waiting for me?" Sebastian asked with a wink and Blaine could only shake his head in disbelief.

"Do you live here?" Kurt snapped and Blaine jumped up at the tone, but it didn't seem to affect Sebastian, whom rather seemed surprised to see Kurt.

Kurt quickly grabbed an empty chair from a table, placed it promptly next to Blaine's and scooted as close as possible. Blaine gulped at the arm lacing through his and staying in the crook of his elbow. Sebastian eyed him unimpressed, but Kurt gave him a little insincere smile.

"I passed a pamphlet at the bar, seems like the zoo still hadn't found you." he purred, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder now and Blaine felt a huge grin creep up his face.

"I see New York is refusing to let you back in. Not a big surprise, even New York has standards." Sebastian snapped back and Blaine clenched his hands into fists. Kurt felt the tension and rested his free hand on one of the fists to make them relax.

"Why don't you just leave, Sebastian." Blaine said. "Or do you want me to bring up memories how you cried when we lost at regionals last year because of this amazing person?" He nodded his head toward Kurt, pleased at the way Sebastian's smirk vanished.

He opened his mouth one last time to say something, but Kurt was glaring at him so hard, he gave up and walked away.

Blaine had expected Kurt to get back up to take his seat back, but instead Kurt remained leaning against his shoulder, ducked away from the people inside the Lima Bean.

"This is nice." he murmured, trying to reach out to steal a biscotti from the plate.

"Definitely" And Blaine reached for him, taking one to share.

---

"Let's go for a walk." Kurt said while they dabbed off the last crumbs of the cookies and sipped the last drops of their coffees. Blaine put down his empty cup, looking outside to find it drizzling again.

"But it's raining."

Kurt sat up straight, giving Blaine a brilliant smile. "That's why I brought the umbrella."

After a small discussion who was going to run to the car to get the umbrella in question, Blaine lost and waited under the roof of the entrance. Kurt sprinted back and forth, already opening the umbrella in the process and beckoned Blaine to join him underneath.

Giggling like two schoolboys they walked closely underneath the umbrella. Kurt was holding it up because he was the tallest, and when they were out of sight of the Lima Bean he switched hands so his outer hand was holding the umbrella and he could grab Blaine's.

"Do you -" he started, stopping to rethink the words. Blaine stared at him curiously. "Do you think this is... weird? Because we were friends before and now - now -"

"We're dating." Blaine finished.

"Yes. And - C-Cooper."

Blaine swallowed. He hadn't told Cooper yet, mostly because he wanted to see how the date was going first, and after their conversation on the balcony Cooper hadn't mentioned Kurt again.

"Cooper's doing alright." Blaine finally said. "He's really busy with the movie. He actually has a stunt double, so I believe they're practicing to mimic each other so they can fool people."

Kurt let out a combination of a huff and a chuckle. "That sounds like him."

"If - if this is weird for you," Blaine said, "then tell me." They stopped on the sidewalk, fingers still entwined and ducked close underneath the umbrella.

"That's the weird part." Kurt said with a little smile. "It's not weird at all."

Blaine gulped in some air when the umbrella lowered just above his head and Kurt leaned down to kiss him without the entire world to see.

Breathless they parted again, both blushes on their cheeks and Kurt tugged his hand so they could continue their walk.

---

Blaine had a really hard time to act normal during their dinner-date at Breadstix. Not that he hadn't been there before, he went here with Glee club all the time, but the fact that Kurt's legs were so long underneath the table that they were playing footsie was making him all nervous and warm.

He didn't stop smiling for a long time and watched the waitress walk away with their orders.

"I must warn you, I like cheese cake." Kurt said with a giggle.

"What's not to love?"

"As in, I love it so much I have issues with sharing." He tried to look as serious as possible and Blaine raised his hands in surrender.

"I will never come between you and your cheese cake."

"Good. I might share it with you one day. If I trust you enough." His face cracked and again they were giggling.

Blaine sighed, resting his head on one of his hands and stared at Kurt lovingly. "I love you."

Kurt was in the middle of taking a sip of his water and carefully he put it down.

"If you feel uncomfortable with me saying it, you should tell -" Blaine blurted to make it right, "but sometimes it'll slip -"

"Blaine." Kurt interrupted. "I love it when you tell me you love me."

Blaine blushed even deeper than he had all day. "Soon?" he asked shyly.

"Soon." Kurt said, and rubbed up his leg with his foot while their food arrived.

---

Later they were once again sitting on the piano stool, teasing each other with pokes and kisses since Burt and Carole were out.

"When are you going back?" Blaine asked quietly when their ‘recognize the note'-game had cooled down.

Kurt swallowed before answering. "I have rehearsals on Monday again, I need to be back by then."

"So, tomorrow?" Blaine stated sadly and he nodded.

"Hmhm." Kurt's finger played over the tones without pressing them in. "The show is in June, you better come."

"I will." Blaine said immediately and Kurt gave him a smile. "I will come, with -" he scooted closer, "a dozen red roses." He pressed a small kiss on Kurt's lips. "And I will cry, loudly during the show -"

Kurt snorted. "It's the Wizard of Oz revised, hardly Les Mis."

"Still I will sob so loudly." Blaine added hand gestures to measure add a dramatic effect to his words. "I will sob so loud, everybody on stage will glare at you and you will be all embarrassed of me -"

"Never." It was Kurt's time to kiss him.

Blaine knew they were going further than the usual peck because Kurt was pulling him closer and threw his arms around his neck. They were sitting in an awkward position, but neither of them seemed to mind and Blaine opened his mouth a little to let Kurt's tongue lick curiously at his teeth.

"Let's -" Kurt gasped when they parted to catch some air. "Why don't I pick a movie, and we'll go upstairs to watch in my room?"

"O-kay." Blaine murmured, upset they weren't kissing anymore, but the promise lingering in the air they would continue this upstairs, on Kurt's bed, made him move a little faster.

Kurt ushered him into his bedroom - the room that still made Blaine blush because of last night, and told him he'd be back in a minute with a movie. Awkwardly he was staring down at the bed they were going to lie on in a moment and wondered how they were going to do this.

The door opened again and Kurt was positively panting at the speed he found a movie. Blaine didn't even see what movie before Kurt had already put it in the player, turning on the television and switching off the lights. Now it was just them and the light coming from the previews on the TV.

"How - how are we - ?" Blaine asked shyly, never having done this before.

Kurt's eyes went from the bed back to Blaine, thinking for a minute and walked to the other side of where Blaine was standing. He crawled onto the bed and scooted himself straight up, leaning against the headboard and opened his arms, fingers wiggling eagerly to tell Blaine to come.

Blood was flowing through his body and Blaine couldn't tell exactly which parts were heating up, but gingerly he crawled up the bed as well. Skipping a few breaths, he let his head rest against Kurt's chest and arms were closing secure around him. Above him Kurt let out a chuckle.

"I can see you're blushing even though it's dark."

"Shut up." Blaine muttered, allowing himself one sniff of Kurt's shirt before focusing on the television -  without success. His mind was yelling things he could do instead of paying attention the movie. Things like resting his hand on the soft of Kurt's belly that appeared when he sat, or trailing up his hand over his ribs. It was intoxication being this close to Kurt and when he raised his head to stare up at him, he faced a neck he couldn't resist.

Kurt let out a squeak of surprise when Blaine pressed his lips carefully on his throat, tearing his eyes from the movie to see what he was up to. For a moment Blaine stopped, locking his eyes with Kurt's to silently asked if it was alright and Kurt answered mercilessly by latching his lips onto Blaine's.

He felt Kurt sliding down while kissing, finally laying down on his back and his head in the pillows. Blaine whimpered into the kiss and rolled himself half onto Kurt.

"Hm," Kurt mumbled, "hm, Blaine?"

He looked up, licking his sensitive lips. "Yes?" he said huskily.

"We, uhm, I know this is really, really, nice and I really love kissing you."

Blaine hummed. "I love kissing you too."

"I noticed." Kurt giggled. "But, even though this is really nice - we should, we should set some conditions?" He scrunched his face at the word, but it had to be done.

"Of course, of course." Blaine quickly started to get up, no longer partly lying on the other boy and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Not like that, it's just - we're young, and -"

"Have urges." Blaine filled him in with a boyish smile. "But, I don't want to do anything until we're both comfortable."

Kurt let out a relieved sigh. "Good, so, no hands to travel the border of the equator?" he asked shyly and Blaine nodded. "Good, now come back down here." He grabbed the fabric of Blaine's shirt and tugged him down.

Instead of continuing, Blaine stared at him, letting a finger trace down his temple, cheek and lips.

"I'm happy we can talk like this." he said. "Besides, I want it to be special," he let his hand trail down to cup his jaw, "and I want you to be my boyfriend. And us to love each other."

"Hmhm." Kurt hummed, raising his hand to dig into Blaine's dark hair. They stared longingly at each other for a while and it made Kurt wish he already had the courage to tell Blaine he was already hopelessly in love with him.

Kissing Blaine, feeling Blaine, was teaching Kurt the valuable lesson of the difference of liking someone and loving someone. He was feeling wholesome with Blaine snuggling into his shirt and who was drifting between awake and sleep.

Kurt had noticed him getting sleepier after they returned to watch the movie and he was waiting for his dad to come home so he could ask if Blaine could sleep on the couch. It shouldn't be a big of a problem, but he wanted to ask his dad anyway.

Blaine was clamping around him like an octopus, squeezing him unconsciously every other minute and muttered inaudible things. It was making Kurt not wanting to go back to New York in a few hours, but he had no choice. Blaine was going to graduate in a month and then Kurt was going to spend the entire summer with him - or so he just decided.

It was strange how fast his thoughts were going, imagining a life where they would never be apart and seeing them work and live together. He wondered how Cooper would react to all of it. Would he accept it?

He sighed, letting his fingers tickle the nape of Blaine's neck which was answered with an approving hum.

Downstairs he heard the door shut, followed by mumbles from both Burt and Carole. He tried to catch a few words, but the distance was too much.

"Blaine?" He tapped his cheek and Blaine made an adorable noise. "I'm going to ask my dad if you can sleep on the couch, okay?"

"S'okay."

They remained sitting without moving.

"Blaine? I'll need to go downstairs for that, you know?" he chuckled. Blaine grunted and rolled himself to the other side, already making soft snoring noises. "You are sostaying here." He jumped off his bed and made his way downstairs where Burt and Carole were getting ready to go up.

"Hey." he greeted them. "Can Blaine sleep on the couch? He's too tired to drive."

Burt blinked a couple of times. "The couch?"

"Yeah?" he said confused.

"Usually your friends stay in your room, as I can recall many sleepovers."

Kurt started to fidget with his fingers. "Well, I thought, maybe here... that would be... inappropriate." Of course he would like Blaine to stay with him in bed, but first of all Blaine wasn't really conscious enough and he would probably freak out in the morning and Kurt didn't want to violate the rule his dad set up for future girl- and boyfriends. The rule had come when Finn was dating all the girls of McKinley and Burt was near a second heart attack when he found Rachel in his stepson's bed.

Burt stared at him, taking in the words. "That serious, huh?"

"Yes." Kurt's eyes went to the floor and he blushed.

His dad snorted. "Sure he can stay on the couch."

He nodded quickly, turning around in high speed to go back to his room where he found Blaine partially awake, looking around the room with a sleep drunk expression. A smile appeared when he saw Kurt in the entrance.

"Hm, I was wondering where you went." he murmured and Kurt chuckled.

"I told you I was going to ask my dad if you could sleep on the couch, and you can."

"Okay, but I didn't really bring anything to sleep in -" Blaine stared at him like a lost puppy, making Kurt wanting to wrap him up in a blanket and hug him to sleep, but he knew he had to keep his dad's promise.

"I'll probably have some sweats here." He turned to his partially empty wardrobe to find something for Blaine, but a grunt coming from the bed made him turn back. Blaine was tousling his gelled hair, moaning at its texture.

"Is it -" he started, swallowing the words, "can I wash out the gel? It sleeps horribly."

"Yeah, sure!" Kurt quickly quipped, randomly finding a pants and an old washed-out McKinley shirt and handed them over to him.

"Thank you," Blaine gave him a smile, folding out the shirt, "hey, I have this one too." Kurt watched him subtly sniff it. "Yours smells better though."

"Y-you can use the s-sink." Kurt stuttered with a blush heating up his neck. Blaine was just sleepy and that's why he was saying all these things, he told himself. He pointed at his private bathroom and Blaine disappeared in it shortly. "I'll be downstairs, prepping the couch." he called through the door and already heard water running.

Ten minutes later Kurt had made up the couch with as much care as possible and the soft sound of bare feet walking down the stairs caught his attention. Blaine's hair was moist and gel-free, and he stumbled toward him with a sleepy smile.

"Thanks for letting me stay here." he mumbled, slipping between the blankets Kurt was holding up. He moaned satisfied at the softness, taking in the clean scent of the pillows and allowed Kurt to tuck him in.

"It's no problem." Kurt leaned over, watching Blaine already drift off into sleep and he quickly pressed a kiss on his lips.

"Hmm... goodnight kisses are the best." he muttered, smacking his lips. "M'love you."

Kurt smiled and gave him one last kiss before heading back upstairs to fall asleep with a grin from ear to ear.

Sunday mornings were usually the slowest of the entire week at the Hudmel's house. Everybody would sleep until an hour or ten and then had a big breakfast with croissants and other delicious things. It wasn't odd at all that Kurt's dad and stepmom were still sleeping when he snuck down fully dressed to see if Blaine was already awake.

Kurt had planned to go back to New York around noon, but didn't want to waste any second of having Blaine close. Even if that meant to go downstairs at eight to find him still sleeping.

Over the night Blaine had turned to his side and the pillow was discarded on the floor, making his head look awfully uncomfortable. Carefully not to wake him, Kurt pulled him up and sat down on the couch, letting  Blaine's head rest on his lap instead.

Perfect, he thought with a little smirk on his face.

Blaine muttered something intelligible and clenched one of his hands around Kurt's knee. His hair was completely tousled and frizzy, and absolutely begging for Kurt's fingers to dig in it and so he did. He knew he was waking him up, but perhaps that was his goal from the start - after all they were parting again in a few hours and God knew how long it would take before they would see each other again.

Kurt started to make a schedule in his head, deciding Blaine was staying with him in New York after his last show. They would have a week to pack everything in his old dorm and hopefully by then he and Nancy already had an apartment somewhere. He sighed at the thought of bringing everything back to Ohio.

Then after a few weeks New York, they would go back to Ohio to spend some time with family and after that... well, Kurt wasn't there yet because behind him his father was coming down the stairs.

"Hey." Kurt whispered, making clear Blaine was still sleeping.

"'Morning." his dad grunted less subtle and disappeared into the kitchen to probably turn on the coffee machine.

With regret, Kurt slipped away underneath Blaine and followed his dad into the kitchen, who was indeed staring at the old coffee machine.

"Hey." he said again, joining him by leaning against the counter. "I'm going back at noon."

His dad nodded approvingly. "That's a good time, you good on gas?"

"I'll be fine." He sighed. "What - what do you think? About me and Blaine?"

His dad stared at him for a minute before straightening his back. "C'me here." he muttered and forced Kurt into a hug. "As long as he makes you happy, never hurts you and never runs away, I'm okay with it." He petted his son's back. "But if you'd like, I can ask him to make him call me sir again, even though it took months before he called me Burt in the shop."

Kurt chuckled with a miserable tone. "You're horrible."

"Just looking out for you."

"Look out for him? For me?" he asked it before thinking it through, but feeling his dad nod against the side of his head made him instantly relax.

A throat cleared awkwardly in the doorway and Kurt turned around to find Blaine standing there, nervously looking away. "Morning."

"Morning." both Hummel men said in unison. His dad continued his task with the coffee maker and Kurt strutted forward to greet Blaine.

"Do you -" Blaine lowered his voice, "have a spare tooth brush or something?"

He turned around to ask his dad and Burt muttered something about a drawer in the linen closet upstairs. Carole loved shopping things in so they had everything on stock.

Blaine disappeared again to make himself presentable and when Kurt entered the living room, the blanket and pillow Blaine used were neatly folded on the couch. He felt his heart flutter at the gesture.

He returned to the kitchen to start on breakfast, helping his dad set the table and avoided the suggestion of coming more often over weekends.

"Can I help?" Blaine asked after entering the kitchen once again, except now in the clothes from yesterday and his hair gelled again.

"You always have gel on you?" Kurt asked curiously.

"In case of emergency." Blaine answered solemnly. "Keeps it in place."

Kurt scrunched his nose in amusement and handed over some plates for Blaine to put on the table. Carole joined them soon with a surprised tone entire breakfast was already ready.

It was nearing eleven when Kurt tugged Blaine's shirt to take him upstairs. He guessed it was time for the talk. The long distance talk that is.

They were sitting on his bed, both with their legs underneath them.

"You're leaving soon, aren't you?" Blaine asked quietly and Kurt nodded.

"In about an hour, don't want to get too late back."

"No, no, you need your sleep." He coughed. "For rehearsals and -"

"Hey," Kurt scooted forward and took Blaine's face into his hands, forcing him to look at him, "I know it's going to be hard, because well, you waited for such a long time and I want to spend all my time with you, but -"

"I need to graduate." Blaine filled in. "And you have the show."

"And after that I refuse to leave your side." He smiled and Blaine answered it faint-heartedly. "We'll be together in New York next year, we just need to get through these next months."

"I guess I can wait a little bit longer." Blaine sighed.

"We'll make this work." Kurt said sturdily. "We have phones, e-mail, Skype - this will work."

"It will work." Blaine said full of honesty and moved forward to share their last kiss before Kurt waved at him from Santana's car, leaving the street with loud roars and also leaving a piece of his heart with Blaine.