Burt POV

"Hey Kurt did you and that boyfriend of yours wants to..." Burt walked into an empty bedroom that he knew Kurt had gone down to last night. There was only one other place he could be. He trudged up the stairs to the guest bedroom where he knew he would find not one but two sleeping bodies. He had every intention of giving them a piece of his mind. There was absolutely no... He opened the door to find his son's back pressed up against Blaine's chest in a tangle of limbs. The look on Kurt's face was absolutely serene. He had never seen him happier, the two cuddled up in a pile. The noise of the door opening must have crept into Kurt's subconscious because he stirred a bit without waking up. He wiggled a little but the strong arm that was draped over his midsection seemed to just pull him in further to his chest which calmed Kurt down.

It seemed natural for Burt to see them like this, like they somehow belonged in each other's arms. Had you told him when he was in high school that one day he would be staring at his gay son and his boyfriend lying in bed together thinking only how perfect they seemed together he surely would have laughed in your face. Now it seemed so right and honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. He knew this Blaine kid was going to be around for a long time to come, he could feel it and he could see it in both of their eyes. He hoped that neither one was going to give up that easily. This was good for them. Blaine was good for him. He deserved to be treated with respect and admiration and...hell he just deserved to be treated better than Erik treated him, that was for sure.

Not that Burt was going to condone this behavior but it was obvious that they hadn't done anything but sleep last night. He would talk to Kurt when he woke up but for now, how could he tear them apart. He slowly closed the door and retreated back slowly.

Burt made his decent down the stairs and into the kitchen where he found Carole, Finn, and Rachel all eating a couple slices of French toast. He made his way to the table and sat at his usual spot at the head. "No Kurt?" Carole said as she got up to go retrieve her husband some French toast.

"Not yet. He's still sleeping." Burt started to pour syrup on the toast before he realized that if Kurt woke up and saw how much he was putting on that he would have scolded him. He reined it in and just put on enough to taste it.

"You came from upstairs though. Kurt's room is in the basement." God Burt hated when Finn had his moments of perceptiveness. "Is he upstairs sleeping with what's-his-face?"

Burt huffed out a breath of air. "He is isn't he?" Rachel let out a high-pitched squeak. "Go Kurt. Being a bad boy. Sneaking out to be with his man. I wish I had the guts to do that."

"Ok, ok. Enough leave them alone you two." Carole spoke up to be the voice of reason.

"It won't be happening again so don't you two go getting any ideas." Burt's voice boomed with authority but the two twenty-five year olds across the table from each other just snickered knowing that as scary as Burt seemed, underneath everything he was just a big softy.

Blaine POV

Blaine couldn't feel his left arm. He tried to roll to free himself of the pain but he was locked in place. He couldn't move. He cracked open one of his eyes. The peaceful, serene Kurt lies next to him still sleeping. Blaine smiled a little bringing Kurt close to him, gently pressing a kiss to the back of Kurt's ear. He started to stroke Kurt's stray few hairs from his eyes when something caught his eye. The window, those weren't his curtains, and the closet was in the wrong place. Shit! It suddenly dawned on him where they were. They were not at his apartment or Kurt's they were in Ohio...at Kurt's parent's house. Blaine gently attempted to wake Kurt up. He nudged his shoulder. Nothing. He tapped on his shoulder repeatedly. Nothing. With everything that he had, he got up on the one elbow that was being crushed by Kurt and leaned over his boyfriend to kiss him. As soon as their lips connected, Kurt immediately responded. Blaine separated from him.

"If your hope was to wake me up it worked, if your hope is to get me up and out of your bed, it ain't happening now. Not after that kiss." Blaine blushed slightly. "If that's how I'm going to be woken up every morning I should really consider sleeping over more often. Much better than a stupid alarm clock." Kurt snuggled in closer to Blaine's chest.

"Oh no you don't." Blaine attempted to roll Kurt off of him with his one free arm but to no avail. "You promised you would be gone by sun up. Your lucky your dad hasn't found us yet."

Kurt had his eyes closed again. "Mmm, five more minutes." Kurt rolled over and snuggles into the crook of Blaine's neck and breaths him in as his breath trickles across Blaine's skin. "Please. You feel so warm."

Blaine wanted to say Fine, make it 10 more minutes. He loved having Kurt next to him, in bed, not because of sex, that wasn't it. After wanting this for so long, all he wanted to do was have Kurt snuggled in close to him but he had to consider where they were. "Kurt you know I want to say yes, I do, but I don't want to upset your father. I want to be around for a long time, as long as you will have me, and I don't want to get off on the wrong foot with him."

"Fine." Kurt rolled off of Blaine's arm and he could feel all the blood rushing to his limb screaming for blood. His arm was throbbing but he wouldn't complain. It had been worth it. He hadn't slept that good in ages and it was all because Kurt had been next to him. "How did I go from dating the world's worst human being who wanted to please nobody to the world's nicest who wants to please everybody? FYI neither does me any good."

They both snickered and crawled out of bed and made their way down the stairs for some homemade French toast. They found out that Rachel and Finn had decided to go out for the day and wouldn't be back until after dinner. Finn had a surprise for her.

All three Hummel-Hudson's took bets as to whether Rachel was going to come back in tears or not. Finn's last surprises have not turned out well for her. With a ruined Zac Posen dress (some kind of candle wax disaster) and The Great Vintage Chanel Mishap of 2014 which supposedly involved Rachel's vintage Chanel handbag and some spilled red punch which then left a sticky residue that still remains to this day.

Kurt had said that he and Blaine would be out most of the days as well. He had planned to take his boyfriend around to all his hangouts from his childhood. They both showered and were out the door.

Kurt POV

"Stop it Blaine! I mean it." Kurt stumbled into the house followed closely by Blaine who was hot on his heels tickling Kurt. They had been all over Lima. They started out going to McKinley and Kurt showed him around the school, including the glee club room where he ran into his old teacher glee Mr. Schuester (God I can't believe he still works there). They then decided to go to the Lima Bean for some much-needed coffee. Kurt said that this was the local hangout for him and all of his friends when they were in high school. He said that they had the best coffee in town, but reassured Blaine that no ones coffee was as good as his. That made Blaine blush. He loved when Kurt complimented him. They then went for a stroll around the West Lima Mall when they got hungry after Kurt had gotten his shopping fill in and they decided to stop at Breadstix for some dinner. Which brings us to now.

Kurt fell back, stumbling over a small table near the house's front entrance. They both were giggling when they noticed that everyone was sitting in the living room, Rachel, Finn, Burt, and Carole, all looking like they were trying to hide something from him. Rachel fighting back a huge grin. He knows when she is trying to hide something from him, he lived with her for four years before she moved in with Finn. "What's going on in here?" Kurt asked with much suspicion.

Everyone looked to a glowing Rachel in a simple white dress with red polka dots on it with her hair pulled away from her face in loose curls and minimal makeup. She worried her bottom lips before exploded. "Finn proposed!" Her left hand gutted out under Kurt's nose so fast he hardly had time to react.

Kurt's eyes started bugging out of his head. "Oh my god! I will be a bridesmaid after all." Kurt jokingly said sending up a mocking 'thank you' to the God he didn't believe in. Kurt took Rachel's ring and started to inspect it. "Oww, great clarity. Good cut. Nice coloring." He looked over to his brother perched on the couch next to his mother. "Finn, why didn't you ask me to help you pick out the ring? Not that you didn't do a great job on your own, it's a fabulous ring, I just thought that I would at least be privy to this information beforehand."

Finn laughed and joined his fiancé next to Kurt with a hidden Blaine still lingering by the doorway. "Well no one knew if that make you feel any better."

"It doesn't." Kurt said still inspecting the ring.

"But I wanted it to be a complete surprise." Finn finished.

"Well next time inform me so I'm not taken completely out of left field." Finn looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Yes that was a sports reference. Despite what you all think I know sports, I just chose not to watch them." Everyone in the room laughed. Kurt turned finally realizing that his boyfriend was not beside him. "Blaine, come take a look at the ring. It is gorgeous." Blaine walked up carefully.

"Beautiful," was the only thing he said before he stepped behind Kurt again. Kurt thought it odd but didn't say anything.

Burt broke him from his trance and back to reality. "Well I think this is cause for a celebration. Rachel, get those dads of yours on over here because we are popping open a bottle of champagne."

Blaine POV

Long after everyone had left and gone to bed, Kurt and Blaine still sit up in the living room (the couch was empty thanks to the fact that Burt was letting Rachel and Finn sleep in the same bed tonight). "What's the matter? You've been acting funky since we got home this afternoon."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Blaine was closing in on himself Kurt could see it.

"No, what is it?" Kurt pulled Blaine so that he was in his lap. "You know that you can tell me anything."

"I don't know. Today was just crazy, that all."

Kurt laughed oblivious to the fact that Blaine was in his lap still upset. "I know right. I can't believe that me brother and best friend are getting married. I mean I secretly hoped that one day they would get their shit together enough to finally do it but now that it's here I just can't believe it." He was rambling.

"Yeah crazy." Blaine played with his fingers, kneading them together and through each other.

Kurt looked at him, finally seeing Blaine's hurt expression. "What is it honey? You seriously look upset."

"It's nothing. I just feel bad that I was here during such a big family moment." Blaine looked so small in Kurt's arms.

"Oh sweetie, don't be. I'm glad you were here." Kurt threw his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him tight and leaned down so his mouth was right by Blaine's ear. "It made it that much better."

Blaine was trying to suppress a grin. "It was pretty great." Kurt pulled Blaine further into his chest. They both sat in silence for a while just relishing just being in each other's company. It wasn't until after a while that Blaine spoke again. "You can't tell me that this kind of stuff doesn't get you thinking though." Blaine said stroking Kurt's hand hanging over his chest.

"What kind of stuff?"

"The proposal. You can't tell me that it doesn't have you thinking of the 'what ifs' of the future."

Kurt just sighed staying silent for a while and instead of answering he just asked his own question. "Do you want to get married one day?"

Blaine thought for a minute. "Yeah. If I thought he was the right guy for me and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, why not?" Kurt still sat silent. "What do you have against being married? Your dad seems like he's in a great marriage and if one of us were against marriage it should most definitely be me. My parents are in a loveless marriage and my older brother can't hold down a stable relationship to save his life. I have never had a good example of what love looks like but that hasn't stopped me from ever believing that one day I will find that guy that I want to be with forever. I want it all. I want the guy and the house and the kids but most of all I want that love that I never got as a kid. Nothing would make me happier. I want what everyone else in my family hasn't had. Plus I kind of just want that one big 'fuck you' to my parents. I want to show them that I am a better person than they ever dreamed me to be after they threw me out. I am more capable of love than the two of them ever were."

Kurt thought for a minute. "I don't know. Your right. I love Carole and she love my dad and they have given me nothing but support and showed me what love looks like but something always holds me back. In high school no one ever wanted me in that way. No one ever paid attention to me. The only action I got in high school was the one hate kiss that I got from some thickheaded jock. Then I moved to New York and met Erik and I thought 'yes, I can have what everyone else has' but we never talked about marriage or a future at all. We never made plans together more than a week in advance, and in the end we stopped making any plans at all and just started coexisting together. The funny thing was I didn't even realize that I didn't care that he wasn't in bed most nights until after we had called it quits. The first night I spent alone I sat up in bed and thought 'huh, I don't even miss him.'

"About a year into the relationship I had just accepted the fact that we would never get married and I was oddly fine with it. I felt no lose, no remorse, just contentment in the state that I was in, being the arm candy. I think I looked past a lot because he was a model and I thought he was good-looking." Kurt snickered. "Well he used to be at least before the steroids. Still he was a model and I was...well me, some kid from Ohio that was lucky that a guy like that would even want me." Kurt started to giggle at something in his head. "Can I tell you something?" Blaine just nodded his head absentmindedly, too engrossed in the story to say anything. "After the steroids, we barely ever had sex, he got so...small" Kurt wiggled his little finger in the air for emphasis, "if you know what I mean, and that was when he could get it up. We would maybe do it once a month. He was probably getting it elsewhere by then anyways. By then I don't think that I was still attracted to him I just didn't know it. He had become someone entirely different and he wasn't the man that I had fallen in love with. I just woke up one day and thought 'I don't want a marriage like this. An absentee partner with a lackluster sex life.'" If that was what marriage was going to be, I didn't want any part of it. I didn't want to wake up one day with a ring on my finger, three kids to take care of, and a husband that I didn't ever see or actually care about anymore. So marriage and kids became a thought of the past."

Blaine was fighting tears. He wasn't sad. He had so much bottled up emotion that somehow that was how his body decided to react. He wanted to go punch out Erik wherever he may be. What an asshole for ruining such a perfect thing. Kurt was his perfect thing. Whatever he needed to do, he would fix this. "You know Kurt, I'm not like that. I will never turn my back on you. I talk things through, not let them be until things are too bad to try to fix. I will never, ever, ever treat you that way."

Kurt swallowed, fighting back his own tears. "I know, thank you." They sat there for a while more not saying anything. "And hey who knows, one day maybe a guy will come along that will change my perspective."

Yeah. Blaine thought. Maybe.