"Oh god, turn it off," Kurt grumbled as the incessant beeping continued to make him feel like a hammer was pounding into his head, "please turn it off."

He felt Blaine groan next to him and dug deeper under the blanket until his own phone started buzzing enough to make him peek out from his quiet place and grab for it clumsily.

"What in the…" he sighed and rubbed his eyes just enough to see the screen somewhat clearly.

"Fuck!"

Kurt turned around to Blaine as fast as he could, headache very slowly fading away, but panic kicking in fast at the look in his boyfriend's face.

"What…?"

Blaine kept staring at his phone, muttering to himself and typing up quick responses to texts that kept flooding to his phone. Seeing that Blaine was not able to explain what was going on yet, Kurt turned to his own phone and opened the first message that was, to his own surprise, from Amelia.

"Shit," he groaned when a picture popped up at him from the screen, captioned with what was supposed to be a joking 'looking good boys'.

By the time he made his way through all his text messages, not bothering to reply to any of them yet, Kurt was rubbing his temples and beyond words. He occasionally glanced up to Blaine and breathed in relief when his boyfriend's face lost the panicky look and turned into a more determined one.

"How bad is it?" Kurt asked cautiously, ignoring his phone's returned buzzing.

Blaine looked away from the phone screen and smiled softly, "It's actually not, now that I've talked to my manager, but…"

Kurt shifted a little closer as Blaine stretched his arm out towards him and they leaned into the pillows stacked against the headboard.

"It won't go away, though," Blaine continued quietly, "There's already a headline on at least one blog and they're very curious as to who you are."

"They don't know?" Kurt looked up with a confused look.

"Not yet, though I'm sure they'll connect the dots soon," Blaine explained, "Or…"

"Or what?"

"Or we could connect the dots for them, on our terms."

Kurt froze and pondered the suggestion, not quite sure what that would entail, so he turned to look at Blaine properly and asked for an explanation.

"It's not my suggestion," Blaine started, "but it might work out well."

"Come on, tell me, it can't be that bad," Kurt sighed, getting impatient.

"OK, OK," a smile crept into Blaine's face, "it's the article we just finished," he waited for Kurt to nod in acknowledgment, "we could… do the interview together?"

"And … go public?"

"Only if you want to," Blaine leaned closer and kissed Kurt reassuringly, "I don't want to push you into anything."

"I know you don't," Kurt smiled, "Do you want to do this?"

"Scream from the rooftops that you're my boyfriend? Or, well, have it in print? Of course I do."

"Then I don't see why not," Kurt's smile widened and he couldn't stop the giggle as Blaine rolled them over and started placing giddy and eager kisses all over Kurt's face.