Instead he wondered how his life had gotten here. How, in under a week, he had found this sweet, considerate, caring, amazing, utterly perfect guy- who, incidentally was like really hot. How had he not known that Blaine even existed a week ago? Kurt hadn’t even known a guy like Blaine could exist. Much less, feel the same way about Kurt. And Kurt knew that Blaine did feel the same way. There was no doubt in Kurt’s mind that he wasn’t worthy of Blaine, or that there was no possible way anyone could love him as much as he loved Blaine, there couldn’t be with the way Blaine was holding him.

Already, Kurt couldn’t imagine his life without Blaine. This, being held like this, being cared for, cherished, and loved like this, would be his forever. The concept baffled him as much as it filled him with bliss.

Kurt lay there for a few more moments, wrapped up in his own joy, before groggily realizing that he was still in his clothes from the day before, and that he hadn’t done any of his moisturizing routine or even brushed his teeth. He tried to subtly move out of Blaine’s arms but they quickly tightened around him.

“Blaine,” Kurt murmured, he didn’t want to have to wake him up, but his need to get out of bed became even more urgent when he felt bladder was shouting protests at being ignored for so long, “Come on Blaine, let me go.” Blaine grumbled and tugged Kurt seemingly closer before burying his face in Kurt’s neck. Kurt couldn’t help but giggle, “Okay, wakey wakey little wolf man, you need to let me get out of bed.” Kurt finally loosened his arms around him enough to slip out, turning to see Blaine drag Kurt’s pillow closer and cuddle with that instead.

This was one of those moments that Kurt just had to take a photo, his werewolf-boyfriend was just too cute. Unfortunately the flash woke Blaine up, “Wazzz-goingon?” He mumbled, “What are you doing over there?” He made grabby hands at Kurt.

“I’m going to the bathroom because some werewolf wouldn’t let go of me all night. I’ll be right back.” Blaine huffed and waited impatiently for Kurt to return, once Kurt re-entered the room Blaine patted the bed invitingly, “School must have been cancelled because of all the snow, I can’t hear anyone else up yet. It’s only 6am, we can afford to sleep a little longer.”

“And by sleep you mean snuggle right?” Kurt grinned at Blaine, but a second later he frowned down at his very tight skinny jeans. He really didn’t want to go back to bed in the uncomfortable pants.

Blaine noticed him frowning at his pants and smiled mischievously. “You can borrow something of mine to wear if you want. Sweatpants are in that drawer,” Blaine pointed, “and T-shirts are in the one right above it.”

Kurt narrowed his eyes, “You just want to cover me in your stench, you know we are really going have to talk about this obsession of yours. I don’t think it’s healthy.” Kurt walked over to the designated drawers, however, it’s not like he minded smelling of Blaine at all, he just didn’t want Blaine to know that.

“Yeah, yeah, just change and get back over hereeeee,” Blaine whined.

Kurt went back into the bathroom to change. He was more comfortable with Blaine than with anyone else he knew, but he still wasn’t ready to give his new boyfriend a strip show.

Kurt shivered as he changed, despite the well-heated house, the air still felt frigid when compared to Blaine. He slid back into the room, slipping back into the heat of Blaine’s embrace as quickly as he could.

Blaine pulled Kurt closer and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Okay, sleep time”

“Not a morning person, then?” Kurt queried angling his face to see Blaine’s.

“No, now sleep Kurt,” Blaine practically whined, Kurt giggled before tucking his face into Blaine’s neck surrounding himself even more thoroughly with the Christmas-cinnamon scent, before drifting off back to sleep for a few more hours.

The next time Kurt awoke it was to someone climbing on top of them, “Blaine! Blaine! It’s time to get up!” They opened their eyes to see Jason sitting atop Blaine with a smile, almost a smirk, that quite resembled Sebastian’s. “Hi Kurt,” Jace waved shyly then started tickling Blaine when Blaine just tried to go back to sleep.

“Ugh! Okay, okay! Uncle!” Blaine laughed, trying to sound annoyed, but failing miserably. He couldn’t be when Jason looked so adorable, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he tried valiantly to wake them. And damn Sebastian knew this, it’s why he always sent Jace upstairs to wake Blaine up.

Blaine finally turned over- sending Jace toppling to the floor, laughing out an “I’m okay!”- to see Sebastian leaning against the door with a much more pronounced smirk than Jason had on. Blaine glared, “Seb, really dude? Every morning? Even when Kurt is here?” Blaine grumbled pulling Kurt and his blankets closer. Kurt just burrowed in closer to his mate and mumbled “too cold.”

Jace giggled from the floor and army crawled back to Sebastian who rolled his eyes at Blaine’s words. “Yes Blainers! Who else would get you out of bed every day without fail? Jace here is the only one you won’t go all alpha on. And you are usually my ride to school so, yes the adorable ten year old is necessary.” Sebastian nudged Jason with his foot and gave a small nod towards the bed, Jace grinned and took a running jump in the direction of the bed and back onto Kurt and Blaine.

Blaine looked at Jace with puppy dog eyes, “Do you wanna get off of us now? So we can get ready?

Kurt glanced at the clock and sat up suddenly when he saw a bright red 10:17, “Oh shit,” With a quick glance at Jace, “I mean, shoot, I have to get ready. Oh, god, my hair.” Kurt jumped up from the bed and looked down at Blaine, “Oh, great, my dad. He’s going to hate you on principle because this is the first time I’ve ever missed school. And trust me, he’s going to blame you.” Kurt was picking up his clothes and about to go into the bathroom when he heard the laughter.

“I told you earlier Kurt, school’s been cancelled.” Kurt immediately stopped in his tracks, “No you said it might be cancelled.” Kurt pointed out.

“Yes and I would have informed you if it had in fact not been cancelled.” Kurt blushed and glared lightly at Blaine.

“Well after that display of insanity, I’m feeling generous this morning, so I will give you both 10 minutes to be in the dining room. I’ve made french toast!” Blaine lept out of bed straight away.

“So food’s your motivator to do anything?” Kurt asked curiously.

“Well, when it’s stuff I love, like french toast and spaghetti and oatmeal raisin cookies... ooh! ooh! And Kurt, David’s mom makes the most amazing Thai food! I think she worked at a Thai restaurant once and picked up a bunch of trade secrets or something but it’s so good and-” Blaine cut himself off at Kurt’s disdainfully raised eyebrow. “Yes, I love all food and yes it will motivate me to do pretty much anything. But in my defence, I’m a teenage boy and a wolf, so it’s really not fair of you to judge me,” Blaine sniffed. He shuffled around his room looking for clean jeans to put on while Kurt just snorted and started to get up and walk to his clothes from the day before where he had dropped them when he realised the boys were laughing at him. Kurt normally would never wear the same outfit twice but he had nothing else. Before he could get very far, however, Blaine was suddenly in front of him (damn werewolf speed). He handed him a T-shirt, hoodie, and a pair of jeans that looked like they would be way too long on Blaine. Kurt wrinkled his nose at the outfit choice, but otherwise made no objection. It looked like Blaine’s scent-marking was just going to be something he would have to accept and enjoy, though they would have to have a chat about these outfit choices. I mean really, this would be the first pair of jeans Kurt wore since he was 14 that weren’t skinny.

Once Kurt returned from the bathroom Blaine was already changed, “I must really like you Blaine, I don’t think I’ve worn anything this unfashionable since my straight phase.” Kurt cupped his hand around his mouth, his eyes widening, “Pretend I didn’t say that?” Kurt could feel his blush climbing from his neck to cover his face.

“Your what phase? Was that an embarrassing story? Was Kurt Hummel at some point awkward and embarrassing?” Blaine’s smile stretched into a grin that nearly covered his entire face, “Are there videos? There has to be a video, I need to get to know one of your friends so they can tell me every embarrassing thing you have ever done. Like David- and pretty much the rest of my family- did to me.” Kurt was already shaking his head before Blaine even finished.

“Nope, you are never meeting any of my friends. There are far too many stories that I would prefer you not know. Plus, the last time you saw any of my friends they almost attempted to beat you up for talking to me. Let’s not re-live that.” Kurt shuddered thinking about the amount of video’s that may have made it online due to Rachel’s incessant need for attention. But he wouldn’t tell Blaine that.

“Lovers! I gave you 10 minutes, it’s been 15!” Sebastian shouted from downstairs, loud enough that even Kurt heard him.

Blaine grinned, “This conversation isn’t over Kurt, but food awaits, and that is a more pressing matter right now.” Blaine took Kurt’s hand and they both left the room, Kurt thinking of ways he could distract Blaine. Fortunately for Blaine, or maybe unfortunately, only a few of them were dirty, so they weren’t guaranteed to work.

They sat down and ate breakfast and was Kurt once again astonished by the amount of food Blaine and Sebastian consumed. That was something he didn’t think he would get used to any time soon. He also thought he should call and warn Carole about Blaine’s eating habits, but how would he explain that his new boyfriend eats twice as much as Finn.

“Where is everyone else?” Blaine, Sebastian and Jace all looked up confused, “Well I mean, you said most of the pack live here, and I know they weren’t around last night because you guys didn’t want to overwhelm me or something. I’m just wondering, the house doesn’t seem big enough for them to all hide away all last night and this morning.”

“Oh they aren’t here, they do all practically live here, but they have other houses that they go to sometimes when they want to be away from the pack.” Blaine searched for an example that would help Kurt understand, “Like if it’s their anniversary and they want to spend that alone, they have another house to go to.”

“Oh okay, so what are we doing today? Because I think I need to be getting home. My dad’s probably worried about me, and no offence honey, but your taste in clothes is remarkably horrible for someone who’s my mate. I need to change.” Kurt patted his arm sympathetically.

Blaine scowled at the thought of Kurt changing out of his clothes, but figured it would have to happen sometime. Though he would have to think of a way to mark Kurt as his, for some reason he didn’t think the boy would particularly like a hickey the size of Texas on his throat. Sebastian cleared his throat, “Okay kiddies, since you’re going to abandon me here all by myself, I’m going to go.”

Jace nodded in agreement, picked up his book and started towards one of the living rooms, the one with the gigantic bean bag chair that Jace loved so much.

Blaine waved his hand in his direction acknowledging his statement, “Don’t bring anyone home, I’m not covering for you again.” Sebastian made a noise of agreement before leaving the two boys in the kitchen. “Okay, so we should get your stuff and then we can go? We can stop at the Lima Bean on the way back, and then if we still have some time to kill you can show me around Lima.”

“Blaine, there’s nothing to see in Lima, that’s like me asking you to show me around your bedroom, it’s easy to see all of it, and you don’t really need to go into detail.” Blaine linked their hands together as they walked up stairs.

“Well yes, but spending time with you would make anything fun.” Kurt couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“You really are far too charming for your own good, you know?” Blaine shrugged and playfully nudged Kurt.

“Well as long as it’s working on you I don’t mind,” Blaine grabbed a bag and placed Kurt’s clothes in it, “Is there anything else you bought?”

“Nope, just my phone, which is in my pocket, not Seb’s this time.” Kurt rolled his eyes. “Let’s go, I need to get some coffee in me.”

The drive to Lima was relatively uneventful, Blaine drove and they both sang along to the radio. Both listening more to the other than themselves for once.

It wasn’t until they stopped at the Lima Bean that something noteworthy happened. Kurt and Blaine were waiting in line, Blaine’s arm around Kurt’s waist and Kurt’s head on Blaine’s shoulder, when a group of burly boys wearing red letterman jackets showed up. For once, Kurt wasn’t actively checking his surroundings for potential homophobes. Blaine kept him too calm for that. So he wasn’t expecting it when the taunts started.

“Hey princess! Did you finally find someone that can stand to be around your faggy face?” Kurt stood stock still not even daring to turn around, his cheeks were already flushing at the thought that Blaine was going to hear this. The humiliation was enough when it was just him, but Blaine hearing it made it even worse. Blaine tensed his arm around Kurt, unconsciously pulling him closer.

“I thought I told you that we don’t want to see you spreading your fairy dust around yesterday.” Kurt shuddered, he knew that voice, Karofsky was the worst of the bullies. Never really giving Kurt a break, “I didn’t just mean at school, you should take your faggy fuck-buddy there and leave town. Before we make you.” Blaine was growling lowly in his throat now, Kurt knew he had to get him away before he lost control, but it was too late.

“How about you leave him alone, or I’ll personally rip your throat out.” Blaine’s voice was barely above a growl at this point.

The jocks all laughed, “I would love to see you try, little fairy. What are you going to do, cast a spell on me?” Karofsky taunted, “You can’t do anything, you’re even smaller than princess he-.” Karofsky was cut off when Blaine punched him square in the nose. Kurt grabbed his arm before Blaine could hit him again, dragging him away from the antagonistic jocks.

Blaine kept resisting wanting to go back and teach those asshole’s a lesson in fighting, “Come on Blaine, they aren’t worth it,” Blaine growled but allowed Kurt to drag him from the store.

Just before the door shut behind them they heard one more slur shouted at them, “Yeah that’s right midget fairy, let your little butt-buddy drag you away before we teach you what we do to fags like you in this town.”

Blaine made to pull away from Kurt again before seeing the pained, embarrassed, and frightened look on Kurt’s face. He had to get them out of there.

Once they were out of sight Blaine immediately pulled Kurt into a bone crushing hug. “It’s okay, we’re fine, we’re safe. I could have taken all five of those assholes, you know that.” Kurt let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob. Blaine continued to run his hand up and down his back trying to calm him down, once the shakes had died down Blaine pulled away to look Kurt in the eyes, placing a small kiss on his forehead. “You okay now?”

“Yes I’m fine, I’m just really embarrassed.” Kurt said burying his face in Blaine’s shirt.

“What do you have to be embarrassed about? Those assholes have nothing to do with you, if anything they should be embarrassed about how closed-minded and idiotic they are.” Kurt kept his head buried in Blaine’s chest, not pulling away, “Come on Kurt, there’s literally nothing for you to be embarrassed about, so there’s some homophobes at your small-town middle-of-nowhere high school. Not really a shocker.” He felt Kurt nod against his chest taking in his words.

“I know, it’s just, that’s something I never wanted you to see.” Kurt said indicating towards the shop.

“How bad is it? Be honest with me Kurt. I don’t want you to be in a place where you aren’t safe. It’s going to be hard enough being away from you during the day, I don’t think I could handle it if I knew you were getting hurt. And that goes for both physically and emotionally, so don’t think that just because they’re not hitting you it’s not bad. Just... tell me.” Blaine had assumed that the bullying wasn’t physical. The school wouldn’t let it get that bad, right?

Except the school had let it get that bad. Kurt was getting hit, the bullying was that bad.

But that’s not what Kurt told Blaine.

“It’s not that bad, honest. Just some name calling, taunting, basically what you saw in there. Nothing I can’t handle.” Kurt waved a hand, as if none of the bullying mattered.

Blaine sighed, “If you’re not happy at McKinley you are more than welcome at Dalton, you should know that. We’ll talk about it later.”

Kurt shook his head immediately, “I can’t leave my friends, it’s really not that bad Blaine, I usually handle it a lot better, I was just really embarrassed because you were there, and this is all so new, and I didn’t want you seeing them say all those things to me.”

“Okay, like I said, we’ll talk about it later. Come on, let’s go to your house, I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day.” Blaine opened the passenger door for Kurt,, leaning in and pecking his cheek. “Is it weird if I say you look kind of beautiful when you cry?” A small smile crept onto Kurt’s face, “And we have a smile ladies and gentlemen.” Blaine kissed Kurt’s cheek again when he noticed a blush covering it, “You’re adorable.” He said shutting the door and going around to his own.

It wasn’t until Blaine pulled onto Kurt’s street that it hit Kurt that Blaine was going to meet his father for the first time. His boyfriend was going to meet his father for the first time. No, his mate was going to meet his father for the first time. Oh god, Kurt hadn’t even remotely prepared himself, or Blaine for that matter, for this. How the hell were they going to explain something like this? Should they? Were they even allowed to?

“Blaine?” Kurt asked tentatively.

“Yeah, baby? You okay? Is it something else to do with those dickheads from your school?” Blaine’s hands were already tensing on the steering wheel.

“No, no. Nothing like that. Just.. what are we going to tell my dad? My family? Can we tell him about the pack and the mate thing? Or is that not allowed?”

“Of course it’s allowed,” Blaine answered immediately. “It would be way too difficult to keep stuff like this from your father, Carole, and Finn. I mean, wouldn’t he find it odd seeing how close we already are? I can’t imagine him getting that without the mate explanation.”

Kurt sighed in relief, “Oh thank god, I was dreading having to explain to him that I started dating a guy I met last week, and then slept over at his house not even three days into our relationship. That wouldn’t have gone over well for either of us, especially you. You may be a werewolf, but my dad owns a shotgun, and isn’t afraid to use it.”

Blaine chuckled at that, “I don’t know, I’ve got the werewolf super-everything abilities on my side,” Blaine mocked. “I’m almost positive I could dodge even a bullet.”

“Oh, shut up!” Kurt snapped playfully, “Your parents told me ask anything, there was a lot of stuff going through my mind.”

Blaine just continued to laugh as he pulled into the driveway at Kurt’s silent direction.

They both got out and headed for the front door, Kurt pulling out his keys. He fumbled a bit, already growing nervous at what he considered to be his impending doom.

Blaine’s hands covered his, easily steadying them enough for him to open the door. “How is it that you’re more nervous than I am for me to meet your dad?” Blaine asked, bemused.

“Because you haven’t met my dad,” Kurt answered, opening the door. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s the best dad in the world and I love him to pieces he can just be a bit... overbearing.”

“You’re exaggerating, he can’t be that ba-”

“KURT! That you, kid? You better have a great explanation of who this Blaine kid-” Burt cut off too, and they all stood in silence for a few seconds before Kurt spoke up carefully.

“Hey dad,” Kurt looked between his dad and his mate, not really sure what to do. “Umm, so this is Blaine, he drove me home.”

Burt narrowed his eyes- and wow he looked like Kurt when he did that. The two men didn’t look alike at all, but Blaine could definitely see similarities in their facial expressions- and stuck out his hand for Blaine to shake.

Blaine smiled politely, but Kurt thought he might look a little nervous now. “It’s good to meet you Mr. Hummel!” Kurt saw Burt try to squeeze Blaine’s hand a little too strongly, but Blaine didn’t notice the excessive hand strength. Kurt couldn’t help but smirk a little bit at that.

“Nice to meet you too, Blaine, is it?”

“Yes sir,” Blaine nodded, almost emphatically. Kurt noticed that Burt didn’t correct Blaine when he called him ‘Mr. Hummel’ or ‘sir’ like he normally did when someone addressed him as such.

“Well, thanks for letting Kurt stay over last night, storm got pretty bad. Though, I would have liked to have at least met you before my boy spent a night at a stranger’s house,” Burt grunted.

“Not a p-problem, Mr. Hummel. I just wanted to keep Kurt safe as well, sir. And I’m s-so sorry we didn’t get a chance to get acquainted before today,” Kurt almost let out a giggle at that one, it seemed Blaine was, in fact, much more nervous now that he had actually met Burt.

“Yeah, well,” Burt looked more uncomfortable then unfriendly. But still intimidating.

“Okay then,” Kurt interrupted, “Blaine and I are just going to be up in my room until Carole needs help with dinner, dad.”

“Why don’t you watch a movie down here, Kurt,” Burt suggested rather forcefully.

Kurt knew what was going on but saw no use in arguing. If he did, his dad would just think that there was a reason they wanted more privacy. Which, there was, just not one that Kurt particularly wanted his father to know just yet. So he just sighed and nodded. He led Blaine into their small living room and walked over to the DVD collection.

Blaine glanced over his shoulder and stood closer to Kurt. “Okay, I take it back. Your dad could totally take me in a fight. Hey, he could take the whole pack down with just one look. Ohmygod, your dad is terrifying, Kurt.”

Kurt turned from the DVD’s and with a self-satisfied smile on his face. Blaine stuck out his lower lip, pouting.

“Oh, don’t worry. His intimidation factor was cranked to about 10 in there, usually he’s much more friendly. He’ll warm up to you in no time.” Kurt decided that Blaine needed comfort more than good-natured teasing right now.

Blaine was just about to suggest another musical to watch when a gangly teen came lumbering into the room, bag of doritos in hand.

Finn got halfway into the room before he noticed the two standing there, to his credit, though, he did recognize Blaine almost immediately.

“Dude, Kurt! That’s the that’s that tiny Gargler guy from Sectionals! The one that was like a mini gay Jessie St. James! Dude! We were totally gonna beat you up for pretending to like Kurt!”

Kurt glared, Blaine just looked confused. “Okay, who even is this Jessie guy I keep getting accused of being like?” Blaine asked to no one in particular, and no one answered.

“Finn. Could you be any ruder? Just- just get out of here. Go up to your room and think about your messed up love life or something.”

“Oh, bro, I need your help with that again. So Santana came up to me at Burt and Mom’s wedding and I think she threatened so tell Rachel that we did it last year in a hotel. Should I just tell Rachel? Like do you think she would care-”

“Okay no. We are not doing this again. Upstairs. Go.”

Finn face turned grumpy but he continued through the living room and to the stairs.

Kurt looked like he was considering something for a few seconds before he huffed and called toward the stairs. “Fine! Tell Rachel before Santana does. And of course she’ll care but it will be even worse if you don’t tell her!”

Finn’s “Thanks man!” was slightly muffled from the cool ranch doritos stuffed in his mouth.

Kurt rolled his eyes, how Finn Hudson managed to hold onto any girl was beyond him. He turned back to the living room to find Blaine halfway laughing.

“Awwwwww, you give him advice on his love life. That is adorable.”

Kurt was about to protest when Blaine continued, “Could you give me advice on my love life, Kurt? You see, there’s this guy I really like. I mean I really, really, really like him.” With each ‘really’ Blaine had taken a step closer to Kurt until finally his arms were wrapped around Kurt’s middle. “And, you see, I don’t know what to do about it. I mean I think he knows,” Blaine paused and looked Kurt in the eyes, “do you think he knows?” Kurt nodded quickly and silently. Blaine smiled, “Good. Now, do you think he likes me back?” Blaine’s face was so very close to Kurt’s. His arms were still wrapped around Kurt’s middle and his breath was warm against Kurt’s lips.

“Y-yes, I think he l-likes you back.” Kurt wanted to be coy, to tease Blaine right back. But he could barely think enough to string that simple sentence together.

“Good,” Blaine repeated. He leaned in just a bit further and Kurt fluttered his eyes shut expectedly. “I think he likes me too.”

And then Blaine was on the other side of the room, browsing DVD’s. Kurt hadn’t even seen him move. God damn werewolf speed.

Kurt huffed a “stupid mutt” and plopped down on the couch, glaring straight ahead. Blaine only hid his giggles by doing his best to (pretend to) ignore Kurt and biting his lip, and OW- god, why doesn’t he ever remember that that hurts. Blaine caught sight of Sleeping Beauty and snatched it up immediately. He crouched down beside the Hummel-Hudson’s television and pushed it into the DVD player. Both boys were still pretending to ignore each other, but neither were doing it very convincingly, their eyes kept flitting back to one another.

Blaine broke first and went to sit close by Kurt on the couch, smiling at him and playing with his fingers, but Kurt continued to glare straight ahead of him at the now playing movie, though he was trying valiantly not to smile.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Blaine sounded more amused than anything, “I shouldn’t have done that, I just thought that we probably shouldn’t make out in your house before your dad even knows we are together. I’m sorry,” Blaine stuck out his lip and placed his palms on either side of Kurt’s cheeks, gently forcing Kurt to look at his precious pouty face.

Kurt finally cracked too, breaking out into pleased giggles at Blaine’s face. “Okay, okayyyyyy. You’re probably right anyway. That could be uncomfortable for us all.”

“And we wouldn’t want that,” Blaine agreed. He smiled widely and started to pull Kurt against him, so they could lay down and snuggle on the couch.

“Woah, woah,” Kurt stopped him, “didn’t we just talk about not making things uncomfortable. What if my dad walked in?”

“What?” Blaine protested, “No! I refuse to watch a movie with you without cuddling involved. No sir. It would physically pain me,” Blaine whined dramatically.

“It’s just for one movie, Blaine, you can handle it.”

They ended up cuddled up on the couch anyway. Kurt had grown sleepy halfway through the movie and had unconsciously snuggled up to Blaine in his sleep. Blaine, not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, tried not to move and as a result ended up falling asleep himself.

They were both awoken by two gentle shakes on the shoulder from someone who smelled much too nice to be either Finn and Burt.

“Boys, dinner’s ready. It’s lasagna so you better come get it now before Finn eats it all.”

Both boys walked groggily to the dining room, where Burt and Finn were already eating- well Finn was more inhaling his food than actually chewing.

“Go ahead and serve yourself boys, I’m just going to grab something from the kitchen,” Carole instructed.

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Hudson, it smells delicious,” Blaine said graciously, taking a seat next to Kurt.

“Oh, it’s not a problem dear, and call me Carole,” she smiled warmly and left for the kitchen.

Kurt watched Blaine serve himself and was started to seriously worry that there wasn’t going to be enough when Carole returned from the kitchen with a second lasagna. Thank god for Carole.

Blaine started in on praising the food as soon as Carole sat down. “Oh Carole! This is delicious!”

“Oh thank you sweetheart, but I really can’t take the credit. It’s Kurt’s recipe.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t know you could cook, Kurt!” Blaine didn’t really sound surprised, though, Kurt it seemed, had an endless amount of talent.

Kurt shrugged, “Yeah, I guess I didn’t mention it, I like to cook,” Kurt took a bit of the admittedly amazing lasagna.

Burt cleared his throat, getting ready to speak. “So Blaine, Finn told me you and Kurt met at Sectionals. He seemed to think that you might’ve been chattin’ up my son here to better your chances at your next singing competition. Know anything about that?”

Great. Oh god. Kurt knew comfortable conversation wouldn’t last very long when both Burt and Blaine were in the room. Damn Finn and his big, over-excited, over-talking mouth, damn him.

“N-no, sir,” Blaine said shakily but firmly. Then he confused himself, “Well yeah, actually. Wait, no! I mean like, I know about it, not that that’s what was actually happening, I just- umm I just knew that’s what the rest of the New Directions thought, but I wouldn’t do that! I was chatting Kurt up for a different reason. Oh god, no! That’s not what I meant either! I just..” Blaine rambled himself into a hole and Kurt hid his face in his hands. Finn stared at Blaine with his mouth hanging wide open, lasagna still inside. Carole looked sympathetic and Burt just narrowed his eyes.

“Burt, honey, he seems suitably intimidated, maybe you could tone it down a notch?” Carole said, placing a hand lightly on Burt’s arm. Kurt smiled in relief.

“Thank you Carole. And, Dad? Not really the best opening question,” Kurt decided to intervene before the night became unsalvageable. “Why don’t you try something more along the lines ‘So, Blaine, what do your parents do?’”

“I’m just trying to figure out what’s really going on here, kid,” Burt said defensively, throwing up his hands.

“Oh my god, Dad. Nothing is going on. Blaine and I are-”

Crap. Yeah they were boyfriends, Kurt hadn’t stopped himself because he was unsure. But they hadn’t had the whole ‘Blaine is a werewolf and we are mates’ talk yet, so what was Kurt supposed to say? He didn’t want to lie, mainly because he knew he’d never get away with it. Burt was like a human lie detector, Kurt actually wanted to spend some time with Blaine before his father was threatening him with his shotgun.

Kurt maintained his silence for a good thirty seconds before the combination of Burt’s accusing glare, Carole’s concerned confusion, and Finn’s consternation got to be too much. He glanced at Blaine nervously, who shrugged as if to say I guess now is as good time as any.

“Okay, uh. So there’s something about Blaine that you guys should probably know,” Kurt started cryptically. He didn’t really know where to start so he thought just coming out and saying it, like Blaine had done with him was probably the best approach.

“Woah! Dude! Are you guys like long-lost brothers or something? Man, that would be so cool!”

Blaine choked on his water while Kurt spluttered out, “Oh my- no. We don’t even look alike- oh my god no Finn. Just no. No, no, no.”

Burt, who had been outright glaring at Blaine ever since Kurt had started the conversation, cut off Finn’s “Chill, dude” with “Out with it, Kurt. What do you need to tell us?” Burt looked wary, well more than wary actually, he looked like he was ready to kick Blaine out of Kurt’s life as soon as Kurt let the words fall from his lips.

This didn’t feel like it was going to go very well. Kurt looked his dad in the eyes, however, if he was going to do this, then he wasn’t going to prolong it.

Inhale. “Blaine is a werewolf.” Exhale.

Wow, that wasn’t too bad. Now if Kurt could only look up from where his eyes had fallen after he had uttered the words, he could actually gauge everyone’s reaction to the news.

“Dude. That is so cool. Can you do it right now? Can I see?”

Kurt didn’t really pay attention to Finn’s reaction, he had expected it anyway. He finally lifted his eyes to his father’s face to read his expression and saw... well Kurt wasn’t exactly sure what emotions were currently painted across Burt’s face at the moment. But, did he look a little bit... relieved? Was that it?

“Dad?” Kurt asked tentatively.

“Well I have to say, I didn’t expect that one, kid. I really thought you were just about to tell me that he was a felon or something,” Burt chuckled, “And I can already see that you two are wiggin’ out about my reaction so just calm yourselves down because this doesn’t have to be a big deal. I just want to know that you’re safe, Kurt, I’ve got no beef with the whole werewolf thing, otherwise.”

Both Kurt and Blaine visibly relaxed at Burt’s words. “Thank you very much, sir. It means a lot that you’re even giving me a chance to explain,” Blaine spoke for the first time.

“Yeah, well, I’ve seen enough discrimination against kids just ‘cause they’re a little different. I don’t think I need to add to that.”

Kurt’s eyes grew a bit watery at that. He looked over at Blaine to see an honestly surprised, but extremely pleased expression taking over his entire body.

“Thank you, sir. It really means a lot,” Blaine repeated.

“Oh, you can call me Burt, son.” Kurt’s smile grew tenfold. Well that went well.

“And you don’t have to worry about Kurt’s safety at all. I could never let anything happen to him. Werewolves are pretty protective of their mates.”

For some reason, this information excited Finn rather a lot.

“Nice dudes! Get some!” Finn reached out to fist bump Blaine.

Both Kurt and Blaine gave him a perplexed look, feeling like they were missing something. But Blaine didn’t want to be rude so he slowly returned the fist bump.

The simple touch of Blaine’s fist to Finn’s seemed to confirm something for Burt, his face darkened and a murderous expression overtook his face.

“WHAT? YOU- YOUR WHAT?” Burt had stood up and was now looking at Blaine with one of the most terrifying expressions Kurt had ever seen on his face. “YOU DID WHAT TO MY SON? GET OUT, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”

“Dad!” Kurt yelled, he was completely caught off guard. At the same time, Carole shouted “Burt! Calm down!” sharply.

Burt ignored them, however, still completely focused on Blaine, who had gone white.

Burt had now started taking steps closer to Blaine, and Kurt had had enough.

“So it’s alright for him to be a werewolf. It’s just not alright for me to be close to him! Wow, Dad, yes you are so accepting of others. I am so impressed by your tolerance,” Kurt snarked sarcastically.

And then Burt rounded on Kurt, “Don’t you start with me, Kurt!! You are in HUGE trouble. How could you do this to yourself? I thought I taught you better than that! ” Burt took up hissing instead of yelling this time. However, he was still taking steps towards the both of them, his face red and contorted with rage.

Blaine was scared, not for himself, No, that didn’t matter in compared to the imminent danger that his sweet, angelic, incredibly fragile mate could be in. What if Burt got violent?

Blaine suddenly jumped from his chair to stand right in between Kurt and Burt. Blaine was growling, he was aware of that, but he was barely restraining himself from a full transformation. The sound and movement brought Burt back to his senses. He took a couple steps back, making it clear that there was never any threat of violence from him. The rage remained on his face, however, and Blaine stopped growling but didn’t relax his stance.

Burt took a calming breath, the kind his cardiologist taught him to do when he’s stressed. “Okay, I’m not gonna hit you, but you really do need to leave. I don’t want you near my son anymore. I can see now that you are not good for him.”

“What the hell, Dad! What do you mean ‘not good for me’? What did he even do?! It’s not like either of us could control it!”

“What did he do? He took advantage of you Kurt! And you let him! I knew I should have had the Sex Talk with you earlier. I just didn’t think you were ready for it. And you weren’t but apparently you needed it anyway.” Burt was mostly talking to himself at this point.

“Wait, what, the Sex Talk,” Kurt immediately grew less outraged, but the rage was replaced with embarrassment, which wasn’t much better. “You think- no dad, we haven’t. God, no.”

Kurt really didn’t know what to do. He was much too mortified to combine words into competent sentences.

Blaine, who had relaxed his stance and taken a step to the side, took over.

“Burt, sir, that is not what I meant by mate. I promise.”

Burt’s expression lightened slightly, but he narrowed his eyes again. “What did you mean the?. If it’s not sex then what makes my boy your ‘mate’?”

“Well... just that...” This is time it was Blaine who didn’t know what to say and Kurt took over, though not quite as eloquently.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him, Dad,” he blurted.

Burt’s eyes widened into a look of astonishment. Though, thankfully, no anger was present on his face. He sighed, “Why don’t we take this into the living room, it seems like this talk is gonna get pretty long.”

Surprisingly, the first thing Burt asked about wasn’t Blaine’s use of the word “mate.” In fact, they didn’t talk about Kurt, or even really Blaine specifically, until about thirty minutes into the conversation, after Blaine had finished explaining everything from the shift to Pack structure and intricacies.

“Alright, so tell me about this... uh- “mate” thing then,” Burt prompted awkwardly. He was starting to get a little embarrassed about his outburst, but who could blame him? He thought his son was being disrespected.

“Well, wolves, we- we operate more on... instinct I guess you’d call it. Like, when we see or meet the one we just- know. It’s pretty hard to describe...” Blaine struggled to explain. “When I got to Sectionals, before I had even seen or heard Kurt, I knew that something important was happening. Or I guess, about to happen.”

Kurt jumped in, “Dad, I- I felt and fe-feel the same way. I think I should have been more nervous about my first solo performance in front of a competition audience, but as soon as we got to Sectionals I just- wasn’t thinking about it anymore. And then when I finally stepped out onto the stage-” Kurt just couldn’t find the words. “I don’t even know how I kept singing.”

“You were amazing,” Blaine looked at Kurt tenderly.

They both smiled at each other. And there was such utter acceptance, adoration, reverence, support, and love in the look. How could Burt possibly be mad that Kurt had found someone- the perfect someone- so early in life? What could possibly be bad about this boy making Kurt the happiest he’s ever been. Because he was, Burt could tell. Hell, anyone would be able to tell just by glancing at the pair.

But just because they were clearly in love, doesn’t mean that they weren’t teenagers. And teenagers in love can do some pretty stupid things.

Burt cleared his throat, “Well, I’m glad you two haven’t- yeah.” He shook his head and just told himself that he had to keep plowing through. It’s for Kurt, It’s for Kurt, It’s for Kurt.

“But I think we should still have a talk. About any... intimacy you guys might be getting yourselves into.

At this point Finn, who had been lounging in his father’s old chair for the entire conversation and adding his own commentary which no one paid any attention to, sprinted out of the room and upstairs. He slammed his door.

But apparently not before he could get completely inside, as soon after a string of very loud curse words came raining down on them from upstairs.

“I’ll go get him some ice,” Carole sighed and left the room.

Great. Just great. Now it was just Burt, Blaine, and Kurt, all together sitting awkwardly in one room and talking about sex.

“Dad,” Kurt pleaded, “Please don’t do this.” He couldn’t even look at Blaine.

“Kurt, we gotta, okay? It’s not the most fun subject to talk about with your old man, I get that. Unfortunately it’s something we have to do.” Kurt groaned, his face flaming red and already buried in his hands. Even Blaine’s face was a little more than pink at this point.

Burt took a deep breath. “Look, I’m not going to kid myself and think that you kids aren’t ever going to... do anything. Especially with the whole mate thing,” Burt waved hand, indicating between the two of them. “I know you’re gonna go wherever you can to-to get some alone time. But, you guys know this, Ohio ain’t the most acceptin’ place for you two. And doing... that out where someone could see you, could be, well it could end up being really dangerous. So I will let you have Kurt’s room. As long as you promise to keep it to PG-15 level when anybody else is at home, because I really don’t think I’m comfortable condoning sex at your age.”

“I just- I want to know that you’re safe Kurt, I do. And that goes for you too, Fido,” Burt chuckled for a moment at his own joke and Blaine smiled weakly and muttered a little “Yes, sir.”

“And by ‘safe’ I mean from more than just uh- the threat of violence. I mean, you guys should be umm practising safe sex. So if you- if you uh- need anythi-”

“OhmyGOD,” Kurt finally spoke up. “No, just no, no, no. Okay we are done now. Blaine and I are going upstairs.” Kurt pulled Blaine up by the hand, who still looked a little paler than usual.

Then he realized the implication of what he had said and snapped his head around, his eyes wide with panic. “To watch a movie. We are going upstairs to watch a movie.”

Burt chuckled, already turning the TV to a Buckeyes game, “Alright kid, have fun.”

Kurt booked it upstairs, not even waiting for Blaine.

As soon as the boys entered Kurt’s room they both let out a sigh of relief, “Standing by my opinion that your dad is terrifying.” Blaine said, immediately turning and hugging Kurt. Kurt grunted at the sheer force of the hug before leaning back against his door.

“God, not even terrifying, that was mortifying Blaine. He gave us the talk. He told us we weren’t allowed to have public sex. He offered to buy us condoms.” Kurt shuddered again, “Can we please put some form of movie on so I can forget this ever happened.” Kurt pulled away from Blaine turning the on the television and leaving it on an America’s Next Top Model marathon before walking back to Blaine who was still leaning against his wall, “I think he did it because now he thinks that I’m too embarrassed to do anything.” At this Blaine lifted his head from where it was leaning, tugging Kurt into him before quickly flipping them around so that Blaine’s arms were bracketing him against the wall.

“Really? You don’t want to do anything with me?” Blaine’s eyes darkened, taking in how his voice had affected Kurt.

“No, Blaine, God. He’s going to think something’s going on. We are going to sit and watch a movie or whatever’s on TV, and pretend like that didn’t just happen, and like my dad didn’t just talk to us about sex!” Kurt whispered the last word and attempted to shift away from Blaine, but he didn’t budge keeping Kurt pinned against the wall. “Blaine..” Kurt started before he felt warm lips on his neck, “Blaine..” Kurt repeated, but it came out as a moan, so it had the opposite of the desired effect.

Blaine continued to place light kisses up and down Kurt’s neck, “It’s not like he’s a wolf Kurt, he can’t hear anything that’s going on.” Kurt gulped.

He felt Blaine lips applying more pressure to his neck, adding a light sucking pressure.

“Blaine,” Kurt gasped, Blaine glanced up to see Kurt’s pupils blown wide with lust. Blaine couldn’t keep himself in check any longer. Kurt had smelt delicious all afternoon and he had barely been able to touch him in the past few hours. “Maybe we shou-” He couldn’t help himself, he rolled onto his tip toes and placed his lips against Kurt’s.

Kurt flinched a little at the contact before falling into the kiss and opening his mouth immediately for Blaine’s tongue. It was different from last night and this morning, where they were tentative and soft, this was demanding and all consuming. Blaine’s hands shifted to Kurt’s hair, tilting his head to the side so he could kiss him deeper, but he couldn’t keep his hands still. Moving one to Kurt’s hip, and the other to Kurt’s hair to hold him in place.

Kurt pulled away to suck in a breath of air, but that didn’t stop Blaine, who placed kisses along Kurt’s jaw, “Oh my God,” Kurt exhaled, “How are you so good at this?” It was all Kurt could do to hold onto Blaine’s hair whilst he worked his magic.

Blaine stopped over Kurt’s pulse point, pressing a hard kiss there before licking, “I’ve had nothing to do, but listen to Seb talk about his conquests for the past year,” Blaine nipped at the skin, “I hated it, but at least it taught me something.” Blaine pulled away from the small mark, “How much would you kill me if I gave you a hickey?” Blaine puffed against his neck.

“Oh god, so much Blaine, no hickeys! If my dad saw it, I don’t think I would survive the humiliation, and you wouldn’t survive the gunshot wound,” Blaine growled, nipping the same area again before bringing his lips to Kurt’s. This time Kurt’s hands did their own exploring, pushing Blaine’s jumper up until he could access skin before raking his nails lightly down his back. Blaine moaned into the kiss, pushing closer to Kurt until there was no space between them at all.

They seemed to kiss forever, only stopping to lightly pant against one another’s lips before going in for more. It was only when Kurt felt a similar bulge in Blaine’s pants that he finally realized how fast they were going, and how quickly they were picking up speed.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want Blaine, but he wasn’t ready for sex, he thought he had given that impression downstairs but now he wasn’t so sure. Oh god, what if Blaine wanted to have sex with him? What if he wanted it... like right now? And- and his dad had implied that they were going to have sex soon, had even offered them Kurt’s room to do the deed. If his dad thought it was coming, oh, it was probably coming, and soon. God, what was he going to do?

But shouldn’t he want it too? He didn’t even have the “I am waiting for the right person” excuse anymore. Because Blaine was the right person. They both knew that. And he was a teenage boy, all the other teenage boys Kurt knew begged their girlfriends for sex, it seemed to be all they thought about. Even Sebastian, it seemed, regularly brought home guys. And here Kurt was, with his almost unfairly hot boyfriend mouthing at his neck, and all he could do was freak out.

But, even still, he wasn’t ready. As much as he wanted to make himself, he couldn’t go through with it. He just... couldn’t.

“Blaine...” This time Kurt’s voice came out distressed, scared, and confused all at once. Blaine’s head snapped up from Kurt’s neck and his face dropped from lust to concern and almost panic when he saw the expression on Kurt’s face. He looked like he was about to cry.

“Kurt...” Blaine looked at Kurt questioningly.

And Kurt burst into tears.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt on instinct. Immediately going to sooth his mate because, what else could he do?

Baby, baby, shhhh it’s okay, it’s okay.” Blaine rubbed his back a little too quickly to be soothing but he was panicking, he had no idea what it was that had set Kurt off.

“Tell me what’s wrong. What is it? Are you sick, are you hurt. Did I hurt you?” Blaine looked Kurt’s body over, as if trying to find an injury.

Kurt shook his head but couldn’t speak until Blaine started brushing away his tears away with his thumb and running his hands through Kurt’s hair with the other hand.

“I’m s-s-sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just...” Kurt had to stop before he burst into tears again. He hid in Blaine’s chest breathing in his scent in a successful attempt to calm himself.

“God, there’s nothing to be sorry about, don’t you ever apologise for something like this.” Blaine pulled Kurt into a tighter hug.

“I- I’m not ready for sex,” Kurt blurted. God he was so humiliated. “I know I’m a guy so I’m s-supposed to want it or whatever. And it’s not even like I’m concerned about not being with the right person, because I know, I know, I am. I mean, we’re mates. But... I can’t... I’m so sorry Blaine.”

Now Blaine was the one who looked like he was about to cry. Awesome. Now Kurt’s stupid prudish ways had upset his mate. God, he was the worst boyfriend ever. He hung his head.

“God, I’m the worst boyfriend ever,” Blaine breathed out. Kurt looked up, he hadn’t expected that.

“I can’t believe... Kurt. I don’t ever want you to feel pressured. Oh, god, I can’t believe I just did that. And I didn’t even realize you were uncomfortable. God, I suck.”

“No! No, Blaine. This is not your fault, it’s mine. I am so sorry, for freaking out like that and for not... being ready.”

“Kurt! No! Don’t ever apologise to me for something like that. Please, baby. You have to understand. You never have to do anything you don’t want to do with me.”

“I know we haven’t talked about this or anything, and we’re going to have to. But I’m not ready for that.” Kurt said, “I mean, oh god, I can’t believe I just made out with you, I’m not that type of person Blaine, and I know we’re mates so it’s different, but I’m the type of person who gets embarrassed by anything more than a touch of the fingertips. Well I was until I met you and your lips apparently.” Kurt was nervous, he hated that they hadn’t discussed this, and that maybe they weren’t on the same page. He also hated that he kind of just ruined their afterglow.

“Well I guess we need to discuss what we’re ready for. I wasn’t going to bring it up, but we can’t have a misunderstanding like this again. I want you to be comfortable, so I can be comfortable.” Kurt let out a breath sinking into the hug, “Come on, let’s sit down and talk about this, okay?” Kurt nodded shakily allowing Blaine to sit him on the edge of his bed. “So, can you tell me what about earlier freaked you out?”

Kurt took a deep breath, he was the one that brought this up, “I think it was the pace? And I guess I just didn’t know what you were thinking.” Kurt shook his head trying to get his thoughts in order. “It was too fast, it felt like it was leading towards something I wasn’t ready for, especially when I felt your-” Kurt stopped blushing and just gestured to Blaine’s lap, “I know it’s normal, I mean I had the same reaction, but feeling it just brought me back to reality.” Blaine nodded understandingly.

“So it wasn’t the kissing, it was the concept that is could lead to more that frightened you?” Blaine queried, when he saw Kurt’s nod in agreement he continued on. “So, let’s stick with making out for now, no hands below the hips.”

“But what are you ready for?” Kurt asked, he didn’t want this to just be about him, he wanted Blaine’s opinion as well.

Blaine kissed Kurt’s forehead, “I’m ready for a bit more, but that’s irrelevant Kurt, I’m not going to force you into something that you’re not ready for.” Blaine’s eyes were earnest, Kurt couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

“I just don’t want you to get bored.” Kurt admitted, figuring that if Blaine was being 100% honest, than he should be too.

“Oh god no, Kurt, what about being my mate don’t you understand? You’re all I could ever want, need or desire. Trust me when I say that there is nothing about you I find boring.” Blaine cast his eyes down Kurt’s body, “Our relationship isn’t based on physicality. It’s based on love, trust and understanding. That’s why we’re made for each other.”

Kurt smiled softly, “You’re kind of perfect, you know?”

“It’s a blessing and a curse.” Blaine joked. Kurt laughed a little at that. He quickly pulled Kurt into a short kiss.

“Now, how about we pop in a movie, and cuddle? Then when it’s over, I’ll head home, and then tomorrow night I’m going to pick you up and take you out on a real date.”

Kurt couldn’t help but tug Blaine into a fierce hug, “What happens when we want to go further though?” Kurt had to clarify.

“Well, if you feel like you’re ready for more, tell me. I know you get a little embarrassed talking about all of this stuff, but we need to communicate about this. I won’t always be able to read your mind.” Kurt nodded against Blaine’s shoulder before drawing back and heading over to his TV.

“Any movie in particular you want to watch?” Kurt asked over his shoulder, Blaine called out a no, so Kurt put in Van Helsing.

He heard Blaine groan when the opening screen came on, “Oh come on! Really? It’s mainly vampires anyway.” Kurt giggled pressing play, when he turned around Blaine was already spread across his bed waiting for him. Yesterday it had seemed so innocent when they shared a bed. Now, he knew what it was like to have Blaine pressed against him, he knew what Blaine’s tongue felt like against his own. He mentally started freaking out, but Blaine must have sensed it, because next thing he knew, he was lying horizontally and was pressed against Blaine’s chest. “It’s okay, you know nothing will happen unless you want it to.” Kurt took a deep breath, inhaling Blaine’s scent that was quickly coming to mean home and safe.

Kurt cuddled in closer, hoping to surround himself in Blaine, “Thank you so much for tonight, you’re amazing.” Kurt murmured, “I love you.” Kurt tensed as soon as he uttered those three words, apprehensive of Blaine’s reaction.

“Did you just say you love me?” Blaine asked shifting his body so he could be face to face with Kurt. Kurt ducked his head, trying to avoid Blaine’s gaze. “Because, if you did, that’s kind of fantastic, because I love you too.” Blaine grinned when he saw Kurt’s whole face light up. He leaned forward placing his lips against Kurt’s for a slow, chaste kiss, it was Kurt who deepened the kiss by timidly running his tongue along the seam of Blaine’s lips. Blaine opened his mouth but kept the kiss slow, not wanting a repeat of earlier. When Kurt pulled away Blaine had a goofy smile plastered to his face, and Kurt was sure his was almost shining with his happiness.

When the movie credits started rolling Blaine carefully started extracting himself from Kurt’s embrace, hoping not to wake him. He grinned in triumph once he stood up, only to bang into Kurt’s bedside table.

“Wazzgoing on?” Kurt mumbled, opening his eyes to see Blaine standing by the bed and rubbing his eyes adorably.

“Hey babe, I was just leaving, it’s 10:30 and if I don’t leave now my parents will start freaking out.” Kurt looked up at him with sleepy eyes and Blaine couldn’t help but lean down and kiss him, “I tried not to wake you, but apparently I’m cursed to run into things.” Kurt sat up trying to shake the sleep out of his mind.

“I’ll walk you to the door.” Blaine held a hand out to help Kurt stand.

“You really don’t have to,” Kurt raised an eyebrow, “Okay, I would love it if you did.”

Both boys walked downstairs, trying not to make a lot of noise in case the rest of the family was awake. It proved unnecessary when they walked past the living room and saw Burt and Carole curled on the loveseat watching a movie of their own.

“Thanks for having me Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, dinner was,” Blaine paused, “Well the food was delicious.” Burt and Carole both laughed.

“We told you, it’s Burt and Carole, and it was lovely having you Blaine.” Carole replied, “Are you sure you’re okay to drive home? It’s getting pretty late.”

Blaine grinned, “It’s fine, I don’t mind driving at night. Side effect of being a werewolf, A) Good eyesight, B) I’m a night person, I don’t usually go to sleep much before 1am on the weekends. So it was nice meeting you, enjoy the rest of your night.” Blaine said stepping out the front door.

“Nice meeting you too Blaine, safe trip home.” Burt called after him. Then a “Night, Spike!” followed by an “Ow! Carole!” and finally a chuckle.

“I’m just going to walk him to his car, I’ll be right back.” Kurt informed his parents before closing the front door behind them.

“No need to walk me to my car, you’re not wearing any shoes.” Kurt seemed shocked at that and glanced down at his feet, not even registering his lack of footwear. “So I’ll see you tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up around 6.” Kurt nodded, leaning forward and pecking Blaine on the lips. “Until tomorrow.” Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt into a longer kiss, slipping his tongue out for just one last taste. When he pulled back his smile was stretched wide, “I’m so glad I found you.”

“I’m glad you found me too, now get going, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Blaine darted in for one last kiss before practically skipping to his car, he waved at Kurt one last time before driving off. Blaine couldn’t help but think that his life was pretty much perfect.

When Kurt went up to his room he saw he had a new text message from Blaine, frowning he opened the message.

Oh and by the way, I love you.xx

Kurt couldn’t be blamed for the huge grin that practically covered his face, he quickly sent a text in reply.

I love you too xx