Kurt POV

It was nearing 9 o' clock when Kurt was able to slip out of work. The wedding shoot had run all day because of some model troubles. Between Kurt and Isabelle, they were having a hard time wrangling the models. Kurt's part went off without a hitch. He had gathered up all the designer gowns and suits and had created a beautiful set complete with the most beautiful flower arrangements that included daffodils and delilahs and daises and lilies and roses. He had made sure that the models (when cooperative and pleasant) were dripping in diamonds from head to toe. What he wouldn't admit was that he had studied all the engagement rings with great detail, taking in the exquisite details and noticing how each individual ring caught the light. If you had asked him he would have said it was just part of the job, he should know which ring went best with each dress, right? He couldn't help but think about an engagement ring of his own for some reason.

Kurt shook it off. What was he doing? What was making him think this way? He had never thought about marriage before. Never with Erik that's for sure. Kurt pushed the thoughts of marriage to the back of his mind. He was on his way to see Blaine. He shouldn't be thinking like this.

Kurt's cab pulled up to the darkened shop with the 'We're Closed' sign flipped over. All lights were shut off with the exception of one light on behind the bar. Kurt looked through the window and could see Blaine mopping up the floors. The sight of Blaine was jaw dropping. Never in his life did Kurt think that such a mundane task as sweeping could turn him on so much. The way that Blaine brushed the floor making the muscles in his arms pop out or the way that every time he bent down to scoop up the debris on the floor showing off his perfectly sculpted ass. Kurt could hardly contain himself from going in there and taking Blaine right on that counter.

Kurt swallowed harshly, his throat practically burning from the heat he was trying to keep at bay. He knocked on the locked door instantly scaring the other man already inside. The expression on Blaine's face instantly turned to elation as soon as he saw Kurt. He set the broom and dustpan against the counter for a second so he could unlock the door. Kurt can see him twist the lock from the inside and pull the door open and allow Kurt to join him inside the shop. Kurt walked in as Blaine locked up behind him. As soon as Blaine returned his gaze to Kurt, Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck as he pressed his forehead against the smooth, tan skin of the shorter man. Kurt could see Blaine slowly closing his eyes. "God I missed you today."

Kurt snickered low in his throat. "I saw you this morning. That was less than twelve hours ago."

"Well it was twelve hours too long."

Kurt's heart swelled and he could no longer contain himself. He slowly closed the gap between them and captured Blaine in a passionate kiss. Kurt parted from Blaine still keeping his arms slung around Blaine's neck. He playfully shoved his shoulder into the only man that has ever made him swoon the way that Blaine had. "You are such a nerdy sap."

Blaine drew the one corner of his mouth up in a sexy half smirk. "Yes, but a cute nerdy sap."

Kurt wasn't denying that but he also wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that he thought so. "Ok, well someone's ego is running a little wild tonight." The funny thing was, Erik was so full of himself, always saying how hot he was and how utterly perfect every single one of his features was and it really annoyed Kurt, especially toward the demise of their relationship. Kurt was quickly figuring out that this relationship that he had put on a pedestal for so long, was never that great to begin with. That relationship somehow seemed fraudulent now next to whatever this was with Blaine.

"Only because you make me feel that certain about myself for the first time in my life." Kurt could see Blaine's eyes softening and a content smile cross his face, which made Kurt blush.

He was certainly going to have to talk to Blaine soon about whatever this was because Kurt knew exactly what he wanted it to be.

"Anyways, how was your day today." Kurt untangled himself from Blaine as he walked over to the counter and hopped up for a seat as Blaine dawdled casually sweeping up stray straw wrappers and coffee stirrers.

"It was good for the most part." Kurt could feel the tension behind Blaine's voice.

Kurt looked over to Blaine quizzically. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know I had a very strange girl come in today."

"Strange in what way?"

"Well, not weird in like, she had an eye patch and a hook for a hand calling me her 'precious' or anything," His mind would conjure up something like that. Kurt just shook his head hiding a laugh. "Just weird in a way like she was hiding something from me. Like she knew something I didn't."

"What was she like?"

"Pretty, short, bubbly, must've had some kind of performing job. She said she was on her way to rehearsal."

"Ok, nothing seems off about that. This is New York, Blaine, there are much weirder people walking around."

Blaine laughed. "Yeah, I know. Your right. It's just...she said a friend had recommended her to this place, a regular of mine and I pride myself on knowing all my regulars and she said that he wasn't a regular anymore so it didn't matter."

"Ok...am I failing to see the weird part in all this?"

"Kurt, none of my regulars have ever left, all of them have stuck around and that number grows everyday."

"Maybe her friend was someone that came in when you first opened and you just don't remember."

Blaine stopped sweeping and focused his blazing eyes on him. "Kurt, no one has ever left. All my regulars back then are the same as they were now plus several more. I remember the early ones the most because I didn't have many people coming in back then. I had way more time to get to know people. Hence the reason we are standing here, you and I, like this tonight." Blaine smiled at Kurt knowingly. "Anyways, she kept giving me the impression that I would be seeing her soon."

"Well did she give a name?"

"Yeah! Yeah, actually she did. She had a really fruity last name, like plum or banana or..."

Pretty

Short

Bubbly

She said she was on her way to rehearsal.

No she wouldn't dare. Would she?

"Berry?" Kurt cringes.

"That's it!" Blaine springs to life pointing directly at Kurt. "Rachel Berry."

Oh she. Is. Dead.

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Knock

Knock

Knock

Kurt is slamming his fist against the door. It's 7:30am but he doesn't seem to care. Rachel is dead. How could she? Even after I asked her not to. She is such a bi...

"Oh hey little bro." Finn answers the door to the apartment that him and Rachel share just a two blocks away from Kurt's apartment.

Kurt had gotten up extra early the morning after his chat with Blaine. Once he found out that Rachel had gone to see Blaine even after he specifically asked her not to. Ugh! "Where is she Finn?"

Finn looked at his stepbrother as if he had just grown a third head. "Rachel?"

"No Finn, the Queen of England. Yes Rachel. Where is she?"
"Whoa scary Kurt ok, she is in the master bathroom fixing her hair."

Kurt barges past his brother who is clearly twice his size in stature and muscle mass and somehow seems to knock him flat against the wall. Kurt marched straight toward the bedroom that he helped Rachel decorate with it's minimalist qualities focusing only on black, gray, and white with just a pop of red throughout the room. He sauntered right into the bathroom and found Rachel hovering over the sink counting the brush strokes of her hair. "Rachel!" Rachel visibly jolted causing her to grab her chest in shock.

"Oh my god, Kurt. You scared the crap out of me. What are you doing here so early? I was just about to go for a run."

Kurt ignored the question and asked his own. "What the hell were you doing at Blaine's coffee shop?"

Rachel was blushing. She knew she had been caught. "Why do you say that?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. He was over it. "Rachel, don't bullshit me right now. Now, I will ask you again. Why in the fucking hell were you at Interval?"

"I wasn't..."

"Rachel!"

The two glared at each other, neither willing to back down. Kurt crossed his arms and deepened the glare. "Ok fine! I was there." Kurt smirked, satisfied that he was able to make his best friend crack. "I just wanted to see the person that my best friend was dating, is that such a crime?"

"Rachel, I would have introduced you guys eventually. I told you, it's still early."

"How did you know that I was there anyways?"

"He was talking about a crazy lady that walked in and was bothering him yesterday and then he said your name."

"I knew that was a bad idea saying my name. Wait...he called me crazy and said I was bothering him?" Rachel was outraged.

"Well I'm paraphrasing of course." Rachel glared at Kurt. "What possessed you to do something like this? I told you that you would meet him and you went behind my back anyways. How could you? You are my best friend and for whatever reason you are still doing the same shit you were pulling in high school. Will there ever be a time when you just grow up and do what someone asked of you for once, please!"

Rachel recoiled at the remarks, taken aback. Kurt had never been this angry before and it was obviously showing. Rachel's face went from pure shock to unadulterated joy. "You really like this guy, Kurt. Don't you?" Kurt softened before dropping his head to hide his face and slowly nodded. "Well for what it's worth, I am sorry. Your right, I should have listened to you."

Kurt sighed. "Thank you. Apology accepted." Rachel drew Kurt in for a bone-crushing hug, one that he knew she was only comfortable sharing with him. "Now, no more of that do you understand."

"I promise upon the Gershwin Theater that I will never, ever do that again with the next one."

"If." Kurt mumbled under his breath still not looking at Rachel.

Rachel squinted in his direction. "What?"

"If." Kurt said again a little louder. "If there is a next one." Rachel broke out into a earsplitting grin and pulled Kurt in for yet another hug."

"I am so happy that you are happy, Kurt. I have always known that you would find the perfect guy." They pulled apart revealing unshed tears in Rachel's eyes. "Now get out of here before you are late to work or worse, late getting to that coffee shop." Kurt turned and walked out of the bathroom making his way back to the living room where his brother was pacing the length of the floor on the phone.

"Yeah...alright. Do they know what it is yet? Yeah, he's standing right here. I will tell him. Yes, I'm sure we will. Ok well please keep us updated." Finn hung up the phone and looked right to Kurt as he made his way into the room. "Oh good Kurt." Finn made his way to him at an astonishing rate. Finn rested his hands on his stepbrother's shoulders and looked him right in the eyes. Kurt's heart was racing. Something was wrong. "Dad is in the hospital. They don't know what it is yet but they are pretty confident that it is not his heart."

Kurt wiggled free from the grasp of Finn. "We need to get home."

"Kurt, my mom says that he will be fine and will keep us updated."

Kurt was already making his way to the door. "Well, do what you want but I am going back to Ohio with or without you." Kurt slammed the door shut as he was simultaneously pulling out his cell phone, he didn't even know who he was calling until the phone was already ringing in his ear as the tears started to prick his eyes.

Blaine POV

It was a crazy morning at Interval but thankfully at any moment that stunning face would be walking through those doors to greet him and all the craziness would be long forgotten the minute he looked into those vastly deep blue eyes. He watched as the minutes ticked by. 8:39.

Two minutes.

8:41.

Any minute now.

8:43.

Two minutes late. That's ok. Maybe he woke up late this morning.

8:52.

This is worrisome. Kurt was never this late.

Just as Blaine was going to slip into the back to call him up he registered Wes's voice shouting over the throngs of costumers saying that he had a phone call. It was Kurt. Blaine quickly made his way to his office so he could hear him. He told Wes he would back as soon as possible. He picked up the phone. "Hello." There was concern in his voice. Blaine could hear a sniffle come from the other line. "What's wrong Kurt?" Now Blaine was panicked. "Is everything ok?"

Long pause.

"Do you need me to come over?"

Sniffle.

"Kurt if you don't say something soon I am coming over."

"My dad is in the hospital, Blaine. I don't know what to do." Kurt spat out quickly.

"I'm on my way over. Are you at your apartment?"

"On my way."

"Ok, good. Stay there I will be there as soon as I can."

"You really don't have to do that. I'm just going to go back and pack up some stuff and I am going to head back to Ohio for the rest of the week."

"Well it's too late I'm already on my way over."

"Blaine?" Kurt sounded timid, unsure. It was not the Kurt that Blaine was use to.

"Yeah?"

"Can you...oh never mind. It's stupid."

"What is it Kurt, I can do anything for you, just name it."

"Can you come back with me? To Ohio I mean. I don't really want to be alone the entire flight by myself and having to go home and face yet another hospital trip. It's starting to get to me, and you always seem to be so calm and collected when everything in my life is messy and screwed up so I just thought..."

Blaine cut him off. "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Of course I will go home with you. If you need me, I am there. No exceptions. Wes has been telling me to take a vacation so he can prove that he can handle the shop so this is perfect. I will be at your apartment in 10 minutes or less. I am just going to go pack a bag. Just stay where you are and I will be there soon. Let me worry about everything, you just focus on your dad, ok?"

"Ok, thank you Blaine."

"Anytime. See you soon."

When Blaine was hanging up the phone, he was already making his way up the steps to the loft, taking the stairs two at a time. He ran to his closet and grabbed the duffel bag that he hadn't used since his Harvard days when he would meet up with Wes for the weekend in the city or on the rare occasion that they decided to have a man's weekend camping. He grabbed fistfuls of underwear and socks and then ran to his closet grabbing some pants and shirts, unsure if any of them matched before he ran to the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush and hair gel. Those were the only things that mattered to him right now. He zipped up the bag and was running back down the stairs.

He made it to the shop floor where Wes was staring at him with a curious expression. He ran to the counter. "Wes, Kurt's dad is in the hospital, I have to go with him. I don't know when I will be back but I will come back as soon as I can."

"Yeah dude. Go! Go be with Kurt."

Blaine was digging in his pocket before tossing a set of keys at Wes. "Don't forget to lock up. Thanks Wes. I owe you." Blaine didn't even hear what Wes was saying to him as he ran out the front door hailing a cab towards Kurt's apartment. As soon as he got in one, tossing his bag beside him, he pulled out his phone and was making flight arrangements for the two of them. He pressed the 'book' button just as the cab rolled up to the entrance to Kurt's building. He thanked and paid the cab driver, grabbed his bag, and ran in pressing the elevator button a thousand times willing it to come quicker.

Once the elevator dinged he ran in pressing the button for the appropriate floor. He was jittery, anxious to get to Kurt and comfort him. No matter how serious the condition, Blaine knew how close he was to his father. Blaine wished that he could do that with his own father. If his dad was in the hospital dying, he probably wouldn't even know about it.

The elevator doors opened and Blaine came running out yelling for Kurt. His eyes were searching the apartment. He was still calling out when he saw Kurt laying on the living room, the one that they had watched their movie on so many weeks ago now. Blaine dropped his bags to the ground and plopped down on the couch next to a red, puffy eyed Kurt and pulled him in as he let the tears come, streaming down. Blaine could feel his shirt becoming increasingly wet but right now he couldn't care enough, as the one man that has changed everything for him was upset and all he wanted to do was take all his pain away and stop the tears from falling.

Blaine was rubbing soothing circles into Kurt's back making hushing sounds as the rocked gently back and forth.

Once Kurt had composed himself enough to pull away he looked into Blaine's eyes and sighed. "Thanks for coming." Blaine just simply gave a sympathetic smile and grabbed a hold of Kurt's hand leading him to his bedroom to pack a small bag.

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The plane had touched down at the Dayton International Airport, the closest thing that Blaine could get to Lima on such short notice. From there it was a little over an hour drive to the hospital where Kurt's dad was currently laid up, his status still unknown to everyone as they ran more tests. Kurt had spent most of the plane trip clinging to Blaine's hand like a safety net, squeezing and wringing their hands together. Blaine would rub his thumb reassuringly over Kurt's knuckles and he could feel him relax under the touch slightly every time he did it, which brought Blaine relief.

Blaine had rented a car and had taken to driving so that Kurt could stay focused on the phone calls between Kurt, his stepmother, and Finn, who had decided to come home after the school day along with his girlfriend and Kurt's best friend from high school (Kurt had seemed weird about that situation) but Kurt still clung to Blaine as his lifeline. The closer that they got to the hospital, the more anxious Kurt had become.

They arrived in front of Lima Memorial as Blaine quickly parked the car and the two got out making a B-line for the front desk. "Burt Hummel." Kurt screeched at a small, older woman who was obviously not moving fast enough for Kurt's taste as the death grip he had on Blaine's hand grew tighter by the nanosecond. They knew that he was in the cardiac wing due to his heart history but his stepmother, Carole, assured Kurt that they had ruled out any heart issues.

The small woman spoke up. "Third floor, room 3521."

"Thank you." Kurt rushed for the elevator still holding onto Blaine's hand with a death grip. The door opened and the men got on and Kurt pressed the "3" button probably a dozen before the door closed willing the elevator to go faster. Blaine placed his hand on top of Kurt's on the button steadying his hand. "He's going to be fine Kurt. I promise. Nothing bad is going to happen to your father."

"Don't make promises you can't keep." Kurt snapped at Blaine, which made him recoil in shock. Kurt had never snapped like that. Kurt must have realized the way that what he said came off because he turned to Blaine. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm just nervous."

Blaine didn't say anything, he just brought Kurt in for a quick hug letting Kurt's head rest over top his heart before the door dinged open and Kurt was once again rushing out the doors frantically trying to find the appropriate room number. They finally found it with little trouble and Kurt was flying into the room. "Dad?" Kurt let go of Blaine's hand absently so he could get closer to his father. Blaine stood awkwardly in the doorway realizing for the first time that he was going to meet Kurt's parents. This fact hadn't even crossed his mind until just now. He had been so focused on getting Kurt to Lima to see his father that he hadn't actually thought about the fact that he was going to come face to face with the man responsible for Kurt's upbringing. "Are you ok? How are you feeling? What's your blood count? Did they..."

The man in the bed, who was hooked up to oxygen and an IV laughed. "It's nice to see you too, son."

"I'm sorry Dad. Hi. How are you?"

He huffed out a sigh. "Fine."

"What happened?"

A woman wearing scrubs herself that was holding tight to Kurt's father spoke up. "Gary from the garage called me this morning around 7 o'clock and said that your dad had passed out while changing oil and that he had called an ambulance."

"So what have they said so far?"

"Not much really." Blurt spoke. "Really just that it wasn't my heart. The old ticker is doing well so you don't have to worry. I'm fine, Kurt, really. You didn't have to come here. What if it turns out to be nothing?"

"What if it does turn out to be something? I could never live with myself knowing that I wasn't here for you."

"Well it's going to be nothing, I promise." Kurt nodded but Blaine could tell he wasn't really buying into the idea of things being fine. Burt looked over his son shoulder in Blaine's direction. "Who's your friend?"

Kurt turned around and looked at Blaine. "Oh." Kurt came over and ushered Blaine into the room. "Dad, this is my boyfriend, Blaine. Blaine this is my father, Burt Hummel and my stepmom, Carole."

Blaine was slightly shocked by Kurt's words. Boyfriend. He liked the way that word sounded in his head. Boyfriend. Blaine extended a hand toward Carole for a handshake but she quickly pulled him in for a bone-crushing hug. Blaine then gave Burt an outstretched hand in hopes of a firm handshake. "It is an incredible honor to meet you, sir. I've heard so many things about you; it's great to put a face to the name. You have an incredible son, sir."

Burt laughed. "Ok kid, cool it with the sir. It's Burt and secondly don't forget to breath, kid." Blaine hadn't even realized that he was holding a breath but he quickly exhaled quickly. "It's nice to meet you Blaine. We have only ever heard great things about you also. Kurt talks endlessly about you."

"Dad." Kurt said through gritted teeth, which made Blaine laugh. "It isn't endless." Kurt turned to Blaine, thoroughly embarrassed and completely red faced now. "I think I have mentioned your name once or twice." Kurt tried to play it off but Blaine could see right through him. Blaine held back in inaudible laugh and gave a curt nod until Kurt was safely looking back toward his parents to let it out.

"Mentioned?" Carole was flabbergasted. "Honey I recall a nearly two-hour conversation not that long ago about his eyes alone. I remember you saying something like 'his eyes where like melted caramel' and that 'you could stare into them all day and swim in the pools of serenity that he calls his eyes' but I could be remembering this all wrong." Carole gave a coy smile.

"Yeah." Kurt's lips were pressed into a hard line, clearly uncomfortable with the subject matter at hand. "Must be."

It was taking Blaine every fiber of his being not to laugh. He was enjoying knowing the fact that Kurt found him hot and important enough to talk to his parents about, who mean the world to him. "Well it's lovely to meet you both."

Just then the doctor came in holding a clipboard and not looking directly at anyone yet as he studied the file. "Ok Mr. Hummel after running some tests it looks like you have low sodium levels which caused you to pass out."

"Will he be ok?" Kurt asked feverishly.

"Yes, he will be completely fine. This kind of thing is minor in comparison but we will keep him overnight due to his past cardiac history but I'm thinking that you should be released by no later than tomorrow afternoon."

Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "What can we do to fix it?" Kurt asked speaking for the entire family which Blaine got the feeling that he did often.

"Well he needs to start drinking more fluids with electrolytes in it while he is at work but right now we have him on an IV which will do the trick and he should be as good as new by tomorrow." Kurt thanked the doctor and he walked out of the room.

"See kid, I told you not to come that it was all going to be fine." Burt spoke with a very fatherly tone, one that Blaine had hardly ever experienced. In situations like this Blaine's father would have told him to suck it up and be a man for god sakes and that no son of his would fret over the well being of another man.

"I know but I still wanted to be here."

"Well I'm glad you came. I really haven't seen much of you since Easter really but even then you flew in just for two nights and then you were gone. How long are you staying this time?"

"As long as you want me to, Dad." Kurt walked over to the hospital bed and started to rub his father's shoulder.

Just then, there was a knock at the door and all four people looked to find a tall man built like an ex-football star and a small mousy girl with brown hair hiding behind him that seemed familiar to Blaine but he couldn't quite make out the face. "Finn! Rachel!" Burt screeched. "Get your asses in here." The two made their way into the room, the brunette still hiding behind her towering boyfriend from what Blaine understood.

"Hey Burt. How's it going?"

"Not bad. They think I'll be released tomorrow so that's good."

"Yeah." Finn moved over to his mother. "Hi Mom."

Carole was gushing. "Oh Finn." She pulled him into a hug. Then reached out to Kurt. "Oh, I'm so glad to have my boys back home." She kissed them both on their cheeks.

Blaine looked on at how incredible this family was. They were blended together because two people had fallen in love and gotten married. His family should have been the picturesque one next to Kurt's but instead all he thought of when he thought of his family was the image of his parents staying together for the sake of image and the reject gay son who they threw out on the streets the second they found out. He wondered what they told people sometimes, where he had gone. Oh he's away on a business trip. Or He was transferred to a firm out in California and he stays with Cooper. Oh did we mention Cooper is a famous movie star now. A little fact that they loved to bring up now that he was one. He could remember a time when they wanted nothing to do with Cooper and his wild ways.

Blaine must have spaced out in thought because the next thing he knew Kurt was pulling him in to his side, slipping his arm around his waist as Finn moved closer to them. "Finn this is Blaine."

"Oh, yeah. The one that owns that coffee shop you are always talking about."

"That would be me." Blaine extended his hand out toward Finn. "Nice to meet you. Kurt has been telling me all about you. He tells me you were a football player in high school?"

"Yeah, I played QB. Did you play?"

Blaine let out a hardy laugh. "I wish. My stature kind of prevented me. I'm more of a boxer. I even started a fight club at my high school." Blaine could feel Kurt's eyes scrutinizing him. He forgot that he had never mentioned that to Kurt. He was sure going to get grilled about it later.

"Right on. You will have to teach me one day. It could be fun."

"Yeah, for sure."

Finn then scooped up the girl hiding behind him. "And this is Rachel, my better half for the past ten years."

"And yet you still haven't popped the question." Kurt poked his brother. "Seriously, when are you going to put a ring on it. My maid of honor suit is wasting away in the back of my closet."

"Well I haven't actually asked you to be my maid of honor, now have I?" Blaine popped up. He knew that voice. Where had he heard that voice before?

"Blaine this is my best friend and hopefully future sister in law, Rachel Berry." She stepped out from behind Finn's hulking figure and it all clicked. She was the odd one from the shop, the one that had come in not much more than 24 hours before. She extended her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Blaine." They shared a knowing glance.

"Rachel," was all Blaine could muster. He was still reeling, lost in thought. His head was spinning. All her comments were falling into place. She wasn't kidding when she said that she would see him sooner rather than later. This was much sooner than anticipated.

A grumpy nurse came in. "Visiting hours are over now. You can all come back tomorrow morning."

The two couples said their goodbyes and got in their respective vehicles saying that they would meet at home. Blaine shut his door, climbing in the passenger seat. Knowing now that his father would be ok and he knew better where they were going, Blaine figured it was safe to let Kurt drive. As soon as they were on the stretch of road that led to the other side of Lima, where the Hudson-Hummel household was, Blaine cleared his throat breaking the silence. "So my eyes look like melted caramel in pools of serenity."

Kurt giggled nervously. "She may have exaggerated a bit." There was a tense edge in his voice, which could only mean that he was lying.

"Mhmm." Blaine was shooting a half developed smirk to no one in particular out the window knowing full well that what Carole had said earlier was probably verbatim what Kurt said.

"I'm serious Blaine!" Kurt was getting defensive.

"Whatever you say Kurt." He could feel Kurt rolling his eyes. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes until, "So, boyfriend, huh? Last time I checked you never asked me to be your boyfriend and I never accepted."

"Oh my god, Blaine, I didn't even think that you might not want...I mean I just assumed that this is what we were."

"Well ask me then. See if I accept." Blaine spoke with a playfully cocky tone.

"Anderson, I don't have time for this. I'm so tired." Kurt whined.

"Well then I guess I'm not your boyfriend." Blaine crossed his arms over his chest and gazed out the window at the passing farmland.

"Fine. Blaine Anderson, will you be my boyfriend?" Kurt said it with mocking sweetness knowing full well what Blaine's answer would be.

"No." Blaine deadpanned.

"What? You made it sound like you would..."

Blaine cut him off. "I'm not accepting because I wanted to ask you. The day you brought Erik into the shop, I was going to ask you out on a date. I had waited two and a half years and I had done enough waiting and was ready to call you mine and I had this really great speech prepared which I never got to use on you so I kind of want to use it now if that's ok." Kurt smiled self-consciously to himself before ushering Blaine on silently. "Ok so," Blaine cleared his throat and rotated in his seat to be facing Kurt. "Two and a half years ago a man walked into my shop. This wasn't just any man; this was the most gorgeous human being I had ever laid eyes on. He took my breath away and still to this day, he continues to do just that.

"I grow more and more infatuated with you everyday that I see you, Kurt. I find myself wishing that you were around more often which is crazy because I see you every day but that doesn't change the fact that you are the only one I want to talk about my day with or that even after a hectic day at work, I still want to come home and make you those cheesecake brownies you love so much just so I can see your face light up. You are perfect Kurt, in every way and I would love nothing more than for you to call me your boyfriend. So with that, Kurt Hummel, will you be my boyfriend?"

Blaine, even through the dark of the night could see the glistening tears that were threatening in Kurt's eyes as they pulled into, what he assumed was the Hudson-Hummel driveway. "Blaine, I would love nothing more than to call you my boyfriend. Yes. Yes. One million times yes." Kurt threw the rental car into park and unclicked his seatbelt so fast, barely giving himself enough time before he was jumping into Blaine's lap, kissing him. Kurt's hands buried themselves deep in Blaine's loose curls playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as Blaine found Kurt's waist and was pulling him closer to his body not able to get enough, he would never be able to get enough, Blaine was sure of this.

They separated only after hearing a knock on the window with a curious Rachel peeking through with the biggest grin plastered on her face. "Oh lord, I think we've been caught." Kurt said as his forehead fell to Blaine's shoulder. Rachel left skipping off toward her boyfriend standing awkwardly by himself at the front door.

"Ok come on boyfriend. I am exhausted and I would really like for you to show me to a room, a couch, maybe just a corner I could pass out in would be good."

Kurt unglued himself from Blaine's lap and the two got out of the car, grabbing their bags and making their way to the front door where Finn and Rachel were no doubt waiting for them inside. Rachel said nothing as Kurt bypassed the couple standing in the living room as they walked up the stairs so Kurt could show him to the guest bedroom. Blaine plopped all his stuff on the bed. "Bathroom is on the right down the hall, towels and stuff are in the closet over there and my room is just right across the hall if you need anything." Kurt said as he intertwined their hands together.

"Thanks but I think I'll be ok. I'm exhausted. I need to call Wes and find out how today went then I think I'm just going to hit the sack."

"Ok, well if you need me..."

"Thanks." Blaine placed a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's (he would never get use to that) lips leaving them both slightly breathless from the encounter. "Goodnight Kurt."

"Goodnight my boyfriend." Blaine's heart fluttered in his chest. My. He belonged to Kurt now and nothing could change that.