Blaine woke up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes. Blaine smiled to himself knowing that the only one capable of making something so delicious smelling was his boyfriend. God how is it even possible that I get to call him that? Blaine forced himself out of the bed, shuffling his way to the bathroom so he could at least brush his teeth. Morning breath sucks. After that he made his way down the stairs to the small, quaint kitchen where Kurt was flitting around with Rachel in toe, he leaned against the entryway keeping quiet. Finn seems to be sitting at the dining table attempting to eat the world's largest stack of pancakes.

The mere sight of his boyfriend doing something so domestic sent shivers down his spine. He could get use to this sight, maybe even forever. Kurt turned around and his face turned to that of elation. "Hey babe." He handed his spatula over to Rachel and walked over to Blaine throwing his arms around his neck. Blaine pulled him in for a kiss wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist searing a good morning kiss to his lips. "How did you sleep?" Kurt asked breathless.

"Fine."

"Good." Kurt gestured to the table. "Take a seat. We made pancakes." Kurt went back over to the stove and started getting a plate for Blaine.

"Flaxseed vegan pancakes to be exact." Blaine looked at Kurt and pulled a face that suggested skepticism and disgust. "Their good for you." Rachel still wasn't looking at the newly solidified couple.

Kurt came and put a plate down in front of Blaine. He put his hand on Blaine's back and leaned down so his lips were only several inches from his ear. "Don't worry, yours are regular chocolate chip pancakes." Kurt laid a sweet kiss into Blaine's hair and took the seat next to Blaine.

Blaine looked over at his boyfriend and took his hand under the table settling their intertwined hands on his lap. He mouthed a simple, 'thank you' and gave Kurt a gleaming smile before taking his first bite of his homemade pancakes. Blaine wrapped his mouth around his fork, moaning and shoving bigger bites into his mouth, not able to get it in fast enough.

For the next half hour the conversation flowed easily and for the first time ever Kurt was proud to say that he was with the man sitting next to him. Blaine had offered to do dishes since Kurt and Rachel had spent so much time slaving over the wonderful breakfast. Finn had offered to dry and put away dishes since he knew where everything went. They had laughed and had a good time swapping war stories of growing up in close-minded, lame ass Ohio where nothing exciting happened. They talked about their shared experience of bring in the high school glee clubs and had actually figured out that they had competed against each other at Nationals one year but couldn't actually ever recall each other's school.

Blaine was doing the last of the dishes and his firm and perfectly rounded butt wiggled as he scrubbed the grease off of a pan. Kurt couldn't help himself, it was like he was being pushed against his own volition toward the shorter man. He brushed his hand against Blaine's back as his hand quickly and very unconsciously, traveled south to touch, just once, that beautiful tight little tush of his because no one could see him do it, right?

Blaine jumped in surprise from the touch as Kurt figured out that he had squeezed a little once he got to Blaine's rear. Blaine immediately blushed but then Kurt noticed his eyes turn somewhat darker, oozing lust.

Kurt had to turn away quickly before his cock could react and create a most embarrassing situation in front of his brother and his best friend.

Just as he turned away, Finn was just hanging up the phone with someone that Kurt hadn't even realized he was talking to. "That was Mom, she said that they are going to let Burt out sometime around one this afternoon." Kurt looked at the clock. Eleven o' clock.

"If we get dressed now, that will give us about an hour to sort out his things and bring him home." They all agreed to showers and clothing themselves before the four of them were piling into Kurt's old Escalade that he had reluctantly left behind for subway cars and cab fares. Kurt hopped in the driver's seat with Blaine sitting shotgun while Finn and Rachel took the backseat.

Kurt's heart was racing as he pulled into the hospital parking lot. He knew his dad would be fine, he always was, but that didn't ever excuse the fact that hospitals made him nervous. All of high school, he had chauffeured his dad to and from the hospital often after his heart attack. Taking him to doctors appointments and getting test results. Even before that when his mom was sick, she was in and out of the hospital herself once the cancer had spread throughout her body. He would never forget the day he lost her.

She had been in that stark white room for over a week and he knew that his dad didn't want to frighten him being that he was only eight but he had overheard his dad talking to the doctor about his mom only having several hours left and that they should start saying their goodbyes. A couple hours later she was gone.

The weeks to follow were hard. Burt had tried his best. He let Kurt sleep in his bed for months afterward and had even attempted several tea parties with homemade cupcakes and scones but obvious that didn't go well and had to stop immediately.

The four walked into Burt's room just as he was starting to get up. "Dad, what are you doing?"

Burt was already dressed in his usual flannel shirt, jeans, and baseball cap. "Hey kiddo. They're letting me go early." Burt was finishing up fastening the button of his jeans.

"Early?" Kurt directed his attention to Carole who was in the corner in her usual scrubs. "Are they sure he's good to go home."

"The doctor said that they checked everything and that there was no reason to keep him as long as he took it easy for the next couple of days."

Kurt stalked out the door and after talking to close to every doctor and even several of the nurses on the floor, he finally was satisfied enough to take his dad home. They all said the same thing, his heart was fine, his blood pressure was good, so all he needed to do was watch what he drank while he was at the shop or doing any other strenuous activity.

Blaine POV

After they had all gotten back to the Hummel residence, Kurt had insisted that Burt go lay down while the other four decided on watching a movie. Blaine and Finn had campaigned for Die Hard whereas Rachel and Kurt wanted When Harry Met Sally so of course they watched When Harry Met Sally. Not that Blaine would admit it to anyone (Well except for Kurt maybe) but he loved the movie. It was actually one of his favorites. It was the ultimate love story because no matter how long they had been friends, it had all worked out in the end and they had ended up together...just like him and Kurt would.

Carole had finished up her shift at the hospital an hour ago and had come home. Between her and Kurt, he didn't know which one was worse. They had both check on Burt's sleeping form at least a dozen times each in the four hours that he had been home. They had started Dirty Dancing (another classic) shortly after When Harry Met Sally had ended.

It was around 4:30 before Burt emerged from his room yawning and scratching with heavy lids. Kurt got up from the couch that he and Blaine had just been snuggling together on. "Dad you're awake." Kurt walked over and grabbed his father under his elbow and ushered him to the spot on the couch that he himself had just been occupying next to Blaine who visible straightened from his seat.

"Thanks kiddo, but I am fully capable of walking to my seat on the couch all by myself."

"Well, I just want to make sure. I'm going to help Carole make dinner. Do you need anything? Glass of water? Food? Anything?"

"Kurt I will be fine. Your new boyfriend, Finn, and I will just be watching the game." Burt turned in his seat to face an extremely nervous Blaine. "You do like the Indians, right son?"

"Yes sir. I use to watch them when I was in high school with my friends. I don't think there any other team worth watching." Blaine said stiffly. He could see Kurt exhale, relaxing a bit from his new standing position. He must have said the right thing because Kurt looked calm.

Burt turned back to his son. "We will be just fine."

Kurt looked one last time at his boyfriend before retreating to the kitchen with the women. The Indians were playing the Detroit Tigers when they turned the game on. It was 2-0, the Indians were up in the sixth inning.

The two sat on the couch in uncomfortable silence engrossed in the game for another two innings as the start of Eggplant Pot Pies wafted through the house from the kitchen. Blaine could feel Burt side glancing at him. Blaine's heart was beating out of his chest. He had no idea how to break the ice with Burt. Kurt talked incessantly about his father, so how do you talk to the one person that means the most to the person that means the most to you. "So how about them Indians?" Blaine was mentally kicking himself.

This must have been the cue because Burt flipped around in his seat and startled Blaine by ignoring his question and posing one himself. "Do you love my son?"

Blaine instantly started sweating bullets. "What?"

"Did I stutter?"

"No sir."

"Kid, I thought we already talked about this, call me Burt please." Burt dropped the tough guy demeanor and put his hand on Blaine's knee. It felt very parental, something that he never gotten in his own home growing up. It felt oddly comforting and natural to Blaine to accept this kind of affection from Burt which made him even more nervous. "Look son, I haven't seen Kurt this happy since before his mom died. Your good for him...I think," Burt glared at Blaine with some kind of 'don't you dare hurt my son or I will come find you in your sleep' look, "and I just want to make sure that you're in it for the long haul, not like that son of a bitch, Erik." Burt grimaced and spoke in a mocking tone. He rolled his eyes and focused back on Blaine. "Look, I just want to make sure that my son is going to be taken care of out there in New York. I worry about him, especially now that Erik has left. Not that I ever liked the kid but at least there was someone there at the end of the night."

Blaine looked at his folded hands in his lap. "I think that Kurt can take care of himself just fine in New York. Sometime I think he's better equipped for New York than me and I have been there much longer but I know what you are saying." Blaine took a deep breath as he contemplated Burt's question for a moment. "I want to say yes, but we have only been on one date."

"And...?" Burt drew out hoping for Blaine to expand, giving him any glimmer of a sign.

"And...like I said, we have just gone on one date." Blaine finally looked into Burt's eyes. Blaine knew how he felt about Kurt, he had for a while now, before they had even started officially dating actually, but he couldn't admit it to Kurt's father before he even expressed it to Kurt himself.

He knew that if it was up to him, he would never let Kurt go. He would tuck him away, so far away so that no one but he could reach him, because now that he had Kurt, he wasn't letting go. He couldn't bare to not have Kurt in his life in a romantic way now that he had that. He was pretty sure that he wanted to spend a lifetime with Kurt. He was in it for the long haul as long as Kurt would have him.

"You love him." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. He looked Burt square in the eyes and he could see what resembled, what? Adoration?

"I-I...um..." Blaine was stumbling now. Kurt's dad could see right through him like a window pane on a hot summer day.

"He loves you too, you know." Burt's gaze never faltered from Blaine's face. "Even if you have never said it to him- he has never said it to you- I know my son and there is a look in that boy's eyes when he talks about you that I have never seen before. When we talk on the phone he talks about you with such joy, such happiness, such...oh hell I don't know. All I do know is that my son is in love and so are you, now you just both have to wake up and stop being idiots and just admit it to yourselves and each other."

Blaine couldn't believe that this man that he had only had a brief conversation with once before was speaking to him like this. "But we have..."

"Only been on one date," Burt rolled his eyes. "I know. Love is love, kid, whether it takes you one day or ten years, love can sneak up on you when you least expect it." Burt was obviously reminiscing on something not meant for Blaine to know as his look grew spacey. Probably something about his late wife. He remembered Kurt saying something about how his parents had only dated for three months before getting engaged.

Blaine was so taken aback by all the new information that Kurt's dad had supplied him with. The way that he had been so forthcoming about the way that he thought Kurt felt. The look in his eyes conveyed a sense of caring that he himself had never seen from either of his parents and he had only just met Burt, what? Less than 24 hours ago? His parents had never looked at him like that. Blaine felt more like a business contract. He was brought into the world so that the Anderson's could have this image of the perfect family. Sure he was the 'perfect' child but that didn't mean that he ever felt any love from his parents. Now he didn't even know if he deserved to bare the last name that he shared with those people. He felt like he was tarnishing their reputation. Not that he was angry that he was gay because if he hadn't been gay he would have never told his parents who would have never fired him from the firm and he would have never opened up the shop which brought him the best gift he could have ever asked for, Kurt. He would probably still be sitting behind a desk at Anderson and Beckett Law Firm, preparing for a case that he had no passion about. "How can you even be so certain that Kurt is in...?" He didn't want to even say it out loud. Despite being brought up with all the things he ever needed and wanted Kurt was the only thing that he couldn't see himself living without. He didn't want to get his hopes up in case one day it all just came crashing down around him.

"How do I know my son is in love with you? Do you know how many times I ever met Erik?"

"I don't know they were together for a long time. Probably a lot I would guess."

"Twice," Burt was shoving two fingers into Blaine's face. "It had taken him over a year to even introduce him to us." Burt leaned in even closer to Blaine. "Do you know how many times he talked about Erik with me on the phone?" Blaine just shrugged and let Burt go on his tangent. "Maybe a dozen at best and it was always in passing. I heard more about you in the two years he's known you then I ever heard about that asshole. The way my son talked about you then, I don't think that I have ever prayed so hard for someone to be gay in my entire life." Burt laughed but Blaine just sat there, his eyes as big as saucers soaking it all in.

"He talked about me?" Blaine still didn't know what to make of it but he could feel what felt like hope bubbling through him.

Burt laughed. "That was then. Ever since he and Erik split, you have been the dominating factor in all of our conversations."

Blaine could feel his breath heaving out of his body at an erratic rate.

Carole's voice rang through his thoughts with a "dinner's ready" and he was pulled out of his trance.

Finn, who had obviously heard none of their conversation practically jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen. The game was over anyways. The Indians had won 4-0.

Burt placed his hand back on Blaine's knee just as he was about to retreat to the kitchen for dinner but the strong dominant hand kept him seated for just a second more. "All I'm saying, kid, is that I don't want to see my son get hurt again and it would hurt much more this time around if it was you who broke his heart." Burt bore his protective fatherly eyes right through Blaine's soul.

"I promise I would never hurt him, si- Burt. Your son means too much to me. I don't ever want to see him as sad as he was after Erik broke things off." Blaine finally felt strong and steady after he got out what he knew he had been holding in for some time now.

The two men stole a glance toward the kitchen where Kurt was setting the table. He turned around and gave that gorgeous smile that Blaine could look at all day long that could make his heart melt. He waved to the both of them into the dining room to eat. Blaine couldn't do anything but smile back. In that second he could swear he saw his entire future flash before his eyes in a blur.

"Come on before I get yelled at for not eating properly." Burt took his hand off Blaine's knee to release him but he had a weird dreamy look aimed right toward Blaine. Blaine got up and led the way to the small kitchen table in the center of the room. He could have sworn he heard Burt say something to the effect of 'welcome to the family, kid' but he could have been quite mistaken. Blaine took the seat next to Kurt and Burt went around and sat by Carole.

Kurt leaned over as everyone was passing around all the dishes to share. "What was that all about with my dad in there?" He motioned back to the living room with his head.

"Nothing to worry about. Just baseball stuff." Kurt didn't seem completely convinced by the answer he had received but he took it and spooned out some of the green beans that were being passed around.

After dinner the three happy couples decided on an easy night watching a movie all together before heading to bed. After their 45-minute debate they all agreed on Jerry Maguire. It has a little of everything for everyone it had sports for the guys and romance for the girls (and Kurt). It was perfect. Carole and Burt somehow squeezed onto Burt's favorite chair in the corner of the room; Rachel and Finn had taken the large couch (Finn insisted being that he was the tallest and needed the space), and Blaine and Kurt had taken the loveseat. The beginning of the movie had Blaine nervous with Kurt's father in the same room so he didn't try to snuggle with Kurt or anything. 15 minutes into the movie Blaine felt a gentle hand caressing his leg which eventually found his hand and the intertwined hands found themselves splayed on Kurt's lap.
Blaine was unaware that by the end of the movie that Kurt had leaned himself completely against Blaine with his feet hanging over the edge of the small couch as Blaine wrapped a protective arm around Kurt with his hand laid across Kurt's muscular chest. The credits rolled and everyone got up, Burt who was on the verge of sleep and Finn who had actually fallen asleep groggily pealed themselves from their seats to start to get themselves ready for bed. "Ok kids, you know the rules, separate bedrooms." Burt's fatherly voice dictated over everyone.

Blaine heard a groan from Finn and Rachel who had shared a bedroom the night before. He wasn't about to show any disdain about the sleeping situation. He was trying to impress Burt and his wife so he was to be on his best behavior for as long as they were here. He didn't want a reason for them to hate him so early on in his and Kurt's relationship.

Blaine walked Kurt hand in hand to the basement stairs that led to Kurt's bedroom. Kurt gave Blaine a look that suggested that he was not happy to be leaving Blaine just yet. It made Blaine laugh. "Don't you dare pout like that Kurt Hummel! You'll see me in the morning."

Kurt scuffed. "I know but I don't want to leave you yet."

Blaine giggled and leaned in to place a quick chaste kiss on Kurt's lips. They quickly separated as everyone was ascending the stairs to their respective bedrooms and passing right by them in the process. "I will see you in the morning."

"See you in the morning." They kept their hands connected with one another until the distance between them was too great to hold on any longer. Blaine went up the stairs and Kurt watched until he was out of sight.

Blaine walked into the small guest bedroom and stripped out of his clothes until only his boxer briefs were left and he crawled underneath the sheets. The day had been stressful with all the interrogating that Burt had done. Blaine fell asleep the minute he hit the pillow but the last thought before he drifted off was 'Does Kurt really love me like Burt thinks?' and he was gone.

Some time in the night, Blaine wasn't sure what time; he heard the door to his bedroom creak open and a tall slim figure appear next to him in bed. He tried to make out the blurred figure through his sleepy haze. It wasn't until the figure started to crawl into bed with him that he figured out who it was. "Kurt? What are you doing? What time is it?"

Kurt snuggled right up next to him. "It's 3:30. I couldn't sleep." Kurt laid his head on Blaine's pillow and got nose to nose with him draping an arm and a leg to match over Blaine's barely conscious form. He snuggled in and let out a content sigh.

"Kurt, you heard your dad, no sleeping together under his roof."

"I know but I just couldn't sleep and I thought that maybe you would be able to help with that." Blaine felt a small peck to his nose in the utter darkness with only the moon casting a faint stream of light over Kurt that made him seem more like an angel in Blaine's dream than an actual human being.

Blaine was nervous as it was around the Hudson-Hummel household. He didn't need to make it any harder for himself in the morning then it was already going to be. "Kurt?" Blaine prodded at his boyfriend poking him gently in the side.

"What?" The response was muffled slightly by the pillow and almost came out sounding like a child-like whine. Kurt was barely conscious himself now.

"Fine, sleep here but you will be back in your room before dawn. Do you hear me?"

"Loud and clear." Kurt rolled more heavily into Blaine's chest.

"I am not feeling the almighty wrath of Burt Hummel in the morning for sleeping with his son."

"Goodnight, Blaine." He felt a peck to the corner of his mouth.

"Goodnight Kurt." He settled in for peaceful sleep with the man that he lo- shit- really cared about, next to him.