West Side story was opening in less than two days and Blaine was shitting himself. Kurt could tell he was trying to hide it, he had his prep-school mask in place; the one Kurt was beginning to notice he wore when he felt vulnerable or nervous.

"What if I forget my lines?"

Rolling over so his head was no longer hanging upside down off the edge of Blaine's bed, Kurt raised both eyebrows at the other boy. "Really? I've had to listen to you run lines out loud non-stop for the last six days sweetie. I'm pretty sure you're safe."

Blaine lifted one hand to the back of his neck as he finally stopped pacing and turned to face Kurt. "I just...never mind."

Frowning Kurt moved to sit up, crossed his legs and reached out to tug the other boy down beside him, pushing and pulling until Blaine allowed the skank to manhandle him into a position mirroring his own. Keeping a tight hold on Blaine's wrists with one hand he moved the other one to raise his chin, ducking down to meet Blaine's eyes. "What's really going on Blaine? I get nerves, but before last week you were fine."

"My, er, my parent's are going to be home. As in, actually home and not fucking off to Columbus or Cincinnati. Dad won't come but mum said," He took a deep breath, moving his hands away from Kurt's grip to fiddle with a rolled cuff of one leg on his bright red jeans, "she told me she might 'check up on everything' and to try not to embarrass her."

Frowning Kurt kept quiet, choosing instead to tangle his fingers around Blaine's hand that was still pulling at the cuff of his jeans. "I...I just, I wish I knew what they were thinking sometimes. Even if it's bad and it makes me hate them, because I think I'd rather that than never knowing where the hell I stand with my own fucking parents."

"Baby," Moving so he was sat behind Blaine, Kurt wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist, bracketed his hips with thighs and pressed a dry kiss to the side of his boyfriend's neck.

"You and your dad don't always see eye to eye on a lot of things, but he's there for you no questions asked whenever you need him right?" He didn't wait for the skank to answer, ploughing ahead now that he seemed to have opened the gates to whatever he'd been bottling up. All Kurt could think to do was to hold on and be there to pick up what was left of him at the end. "She acted like she'd never heard of you when I mentioned that my boyfriend would be watching. Like I don't mention you every time they're actually home and like I don't see them tense up and brush it off as if they never heard anything. All they wanted to know was when I planned on stopping 'all that faggy nonsense'."

Kurt felt his body tense up at that word, since the end of September when they'd become friends and after they'd gotten together he'd only ever seen Blaine's parent's briefly but even from that first meeting at the start of last month he'd decided he really disliked the Andersons. How they didn't notice just how wonderful their son was Kurt would probably never be able to understand; Blaine was smart, funny, polite and stupidly kind to everyone he met even if they didn't deserve it.

"They're my parents, they're supposed to love me no matter what; they're not supposed to treat me like I'm suddenly invisible just because I don't like girls." Taking a shaky breath all the tension seemed to seep out of Blaine's muscles, almost as if the fight had gone out of him, and he slumped back into Kurt's chest, hands coming down to rest over where Kurt's arms were folded over his stomach.

Squeezing slightly Kurt placed another kiss to where Blaine's jaw met neck, smiling over the feel of barely-there stubble catching on his lips. He wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do, because while he and his dad had had their fare share of issues he's aware that Burt Hummel is actually a fucking awesome dad. School has always been hell, but at home he's free to be who he wants and he's had that proved over and over since coming out in sophomore year. Blaine didn't get that and Kurt honestly had no idea if anything he said would make it better or worse simply because he didn't understand.

"What do you need?"

"I don't know."

Biting his lip Kurt hooked his chin over Blaine's shoulder, rubbing his hands along Blaine's forearms as he thought. "When was the last time you saw your old friends at Dalton?"

"How's that going to help?" The frown on Blaine's face was adorable, eyebrows pulled in and nose wrinkled in confusion.

Chuckling lightly Kurt moved his hands from the other boy's arms to squeeze his hips. "The play opens tomorrow night. You texted a few of them to tell them you were in the play right?" At Blaine's slow nod Kurt grinned, "Sweetie, call them and ask if they want to come and see it. You're Tony for Christ's sake, you got the lead and you're only a junior; they'll want to be there." Blaine opened his mouth to argue, "at least this way you'll have a few seats filled with people from your old life who are there to cheer you on." He would do anything to see this boy smile (even if he had to risk seeing that fucking meerkat).

Kurt loosened his arms slightly when he felt Blaine shift to turn around, wrapping them back around him once the shorter boy was facing him with his legs over Kurt's and crossed at the ankles behind his back. "You deserve to have people who love you for you sitting in that audience speechless because of how good you are." The phrasing of his sentence slowly dawned on him as Blaine mulled it over silently; he hadn't made any kind of reaction to show he'd realised what Kurt had said, but just because Blaine hadn't, didn't mean it was lost on him. Because shit, that's what this is, isn't it? I've gone and fallen in love with him.

A shy smile was tugging at the corners of Blaine's mouth now and he brought his arms up to wrap around the back of Kurt's neck, fingers scratching lightly at the soft hair there. "You say that like you already know how good I am."

Clearing his throat slightly and averting his eyes Kurt shrugged. "I may have snuck in to one of your dress rehearsals the other day." Turning to look back at his boyfriend Kurt's heart ached at the look of awe on his face. Blaine had people telling him how good he was all the time in glee club but the way he was staring at Kurt, all wide-eyed and earnest, made it seem like this was the first time it had meant anything.

"You think I'm good?"

"No," ducking forward Kurt captured Blaine's mouth with his own before the smile could slip from his face, one hand slid up Blaine's back to cup the side of his jaw, angling him just so to get that perfect angle where Kurt could nibble and suck on his bottom lip slowly before pulling back. "I think you're amazing."

Kurt was at school the next morning before Blaine, two coffees in hand and leaning casually against his boyfriend's locker. Normally he'd arrive several minutes before the last bell would ring for Homeroom - if he decided to come in for it, which lately he had if only for the 'good morning' pecks beside lockers while no one was looking too hard - so he hoped the junior would appreciate the rare (read: never happened before) event.

Judging by the wide disbelieving smile that spread across the other boy's face once he'd reached him and looked up from rooting around inside his bag it was one of Kurt's better ideas. Fuck, he really should make more of an effort to be a better boyfriend when they weren't alone; that smile was one Kurt definitely wanted to see again and again. Especially after his little 'epiphany', as he was calling it, from last night.

"Kurt? What time did you get here?"

Fifteen minutes ago. "Only a few minutes before you, I woke up early and got us coffee. Medium drip with cinnamon." Bravo Kurt, say you want to be a better boyfriend and then brush off a nice gesture that you actually planned out.

Blaine's smile, if it was even possible, grew brighter as he took the coffee, leant in to give Kurt a lightning-quick kiss on the corner of his mouth before taking a gulp of the coffee and sighing. "Well, it was a nice surprise and you know I'll never turn down more coffee." The look he was levelling Kurt with showed that, despite his words, Blaine was well aware that Kurt had planned this. "Thank you."

"Anytime."

Most of Kurt's classes that he would consider going to were in the periods after lunch so after walking Blaine to his P.E class Kurt turned back around to head towards his art class. The classroom was empty just like he'd hoped and his teacher just waved him in when he knocked on the door. Dumping his bag on one of the desks he kicked his DM clad feet up onto the desk, texting Quinn to meet him there if she was skiving because it was getting too fucking cold to sit under the bleachers lately and now they weren't smoking it had even less appeal.

He was doodling in the sketch book he'd taken to carrying around with him lately when Quinn announced her presence. He'd been so into the drawing of Blaine that he hadn't noticed her sitting beside him. Thankfully she waited until his pencil was off of the page to talk.

"I didn't know you could draw like that."

Startled, Kurt dropped the pencil and turned to glare at his best friend, instead of finding her manically smiling over the fact that she'd gotten Kurt to jump he found her green eyes glued to the page in front of them. "Kurt...this is beautiful." She reached out, a finger hovering over the cartridge paper; as if it would turn to ash if her skin came into contact with it.

"Umm, thanks," shifting in his seat Kurt blinked down at the drawing that held so much of her attention. He wasn't quite comfortable with people seeing his art, Quinn knew he was good (they had art class together after all) but even his teacher had barely seen any of his pieces that he did outside of the ones he handed in.

Quinn looked up, brows knitted in confusion, "Why didn't I know you could do things like this?"

"I don't know...no one does really." At Quinn disbelieving snort he rolled his eyes, "It's not a big deal Q, I draw sometimes, you knew I did!"

"Yeah, as in for class and you didn't suck and were good, but Kurt, this isn't 'good' this is on a whole other level of brilliant." Her fingers finally fall to the page, stoking methodically along the edge, "do you mind if I look at some of them?"

Kurt honestly thought that if he so much as looked as if he'd say no she might cry, or hit him, so he bit his lip and nodded, watching attentively as she flipped the thick book over to the front. She all but cradled the book, turning pages with care he'd only ever seen her show with Beth (or him when he was in a particularly bad place), her face was expressionless, showing no hints at her thoughts. Biting absent-mindedly on his right thumb nail Kurt kept his eyes locked on her, on her hand turning pages, on her face if she lingered over a particular sketch.

It wasn't until she got to one of her and Beth, curled around each other and asleep above the covers on his bed that she gave any sign of emotion. Her eyes welled up a fraction, one hand coming to cover her mouth as the hand turning pages halted, hovered over the black-and-white depiction of her daughter before tracing feather light over the paper.

"Kurt...this looks like a photograph."

"Okay, no it doesn't; you can see the pencil marks!"

"That's not the point dumbass."

Huffing Kurt crossed his arms, almost self-consciously, as Quinn continued to flick pages until she reach the unfinished one of Blaine, right near the back of the book.

Handing it back to him, gripping his wrist when he pulled back, "You should do this. When we graduate you should go to art school."

Shrugging, Kurt looked back down to the page. "I haven't really thought about college to be honest."

"Liar." Quinn smiled softly, nudging him before resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist. "Last year - "

"Last year was different Quinn and you know it." The bell rang shrilly outside, students gradually began to fill the halls all rushing towards the cafeteria for what the school proclaimed to be lunch. Sighing Kurt began to gather his things, shoving them all into his bag, only taking care with his sketch book before he stood and offered a hand to Quinn.

Quinn wrapped her arms around his left, hugging herself to his side as they headed in the opposite direction of the masses towards the gym to the, normally and hopefully still, empty, much warmer bleachers. They stopped at Q's locker, Kurt idly leaning against the metal doors as he let his eyes drift over the other students, grinning to himself every time one of them caught his eye only to hastily look away.

Pulling out his phone while Quinn did her usual 'check on Beth' phone call he dropped a quick text to Blaine to let him know where he'd be if the other boy wanted to join them - he probably wouldn't, choosing to sit with the glee club today as they no doubt rambled on about the play. He'd just set the message and decided to try and finish his current level on Angry Birds when he felt it, that prickly someone-is-watching-me-and-not-in-a-good-way feeling that drips down the back of the neck to the bottom of the spine. Jerking his eyes away from the screen Kurt's head snapped up to his left, at the end of the hall Karofsky stood just off the side of the trophy cases, staring at the other senior.

Despite the shiver that fought to make itself known Kurt stood tall, squaring his shoulders and tensing his jaw, like he was daring the jock to make a move. He could vaguely hear Quinn on the phone with Puck's mom asking to talk to her baby but it was like he was under water for all the sense it made - his attention solely fixed on Karofsky.

The two boys stared at each other for a moment longer before the jock abruptly turned and stalked off somewhere. Letting out the breath he didn't even know he was holding Kurt leant heavily on the metal behind him, sagging into the doors and ignoring the uncomfortable pokes his back got from the locks. What the hell had just happened? Nothing like that had occurred for months! Especially not since his 'little transformation' at the end of last year. What the fuck was Karofsky playing at?

He was staring blankly at the floor in front of his feet when Quinn hung up, jumping a little at her hand falling to his arm and squeezing gently above his elbow. "Kurt...are you okay?"

Shaking his head as if to dislodge water from his ears Kurt plastered on a smile to hide how shaken he was, (it was only a fucking look Hummel, man the fuck up and ignore it) "Just dozed of for a bit what with you babbling on over there." Winking he threw an arm over her shoulders and lead her towards the gym.

"Har-fucking-har Hummel. Why am I friends with you again?"

"Because I provide our group with comic relief and eye-candy."

Pushing all thoughts of his old bully out his mind Kurt cackled and dodged the elbow thrown at his ribs.

Blaine did end up joining them for the last ten minutes, throwing himself down dramatically on the bench bellow them face-down, buried his face in his arms and groaned. "I'm gonna kill Rachel."

"Get in line, Bowtie." Quinn moved her feet from under his calves to cross them at the ankles on his ass. "I'm pretty sure there's a multitude of people with that girl's name on their hit-lists."

"Make her take her feet off of my ass Kurt, it already aches." He tilted his head to the side to pout at the skank.

Quinn cackled, clapping her hands, "Kinky."

"Fuck off. Rachel got a little too enthusiastic in booty camp and evidently I was in her way and I fell and landed on my ass and now it hurts!"

"Kurt'll kiss it better for you if you ask nicely." Winking the pink haired girl hoped up, waving brightly and giggling as Kurt flipped her off.

"She makes me glad I've never even considered being attracted to women. I'd end up with a crazy-ass-bitch like her." Turning to look down at the slightly pitiful sight of his boyfriend Kurt grinned. "She's not wrong though."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "maybe later."

Kurt fussed with the collar of his shirt, tugging at the hem and ruffling his hair as he frowned at the reflection in the full length mirror on the door of his closet. He had to leave to pick Blaine up in the next fifteen minutes and he was panicking over how he looked like he was sixteen years old again and crushing on unattainable members of the football team.

"This is fucking ridiculous." Shaking his head Kurt gave his outfit a last critical once-over, chewing his bottom lip as he pulled a face at the ripped dark grey skinny jeans, battered studded combat boots and plain black shirt. He rolled the sleeves back down and buttoned the cuffs as well as doing up the last three buttons, before undoing them again to leave the collar open.

Sighing he grabbed a black beanie, shoved it on along with a zip-up hoodie under his leather jacket and checking that he had his wallet, keys and phone before heading out of his room. Stopping at the door he backtracked quickly, checked the hat didn't hide too much of his colourful hair and re-did the buttons back up to the hollow of his throat bolting through the empty house to his car before he could second (or in this case sixth) guess himself.

The whole drive to Blaine's he fidgeted, Christ anyone would think you were in the fucking play, not your boyfriend, clenching his fists around the steering wheel Kurt forced himself to take a deep breath. Blaine was nervous enough; he didn't need Kurt adding to that so he'd just have to pull on the acting skills he did have and hide it until later.

Pulling into his boyfriend's driveway Kurt frowned at the lack of cars other than Blaine's mom's old station wagon that now belonged to her son. Checking over the bouquet of red and yellow roses sat in the passenger seat, Kurt glared at himself in the rear-view mirror, "Don't be a pussy", squared his shoulders and climbed out of the car, jogged up to the porch and knocked quickly with one hand and shoved the roses behind his back with the other.

Blaine had clearly been in the middle of getting ready based on the hasty manner in which the door was opened and Kurt himself was yanked through the entrance by a hand fisted in his shirt.

"Happy to see mmhh," He was cut off half way through the teasing comment by Blaine using the hand still tangled in his clothes to tug him forward, shaping his lips around Kurt's. Deciding not to question the odd occurrence of Blaine kissing him somewhere his parents had the ability to walk in on Kurt let his hands drift; one to the back of Blaine's still un-gelled hair, the other to the small of his back to press his body closer. A small smile quirked his lip as Kurt tilted his head slightly to gain better access to Blaine's mouth, widening at the tiny barely-there moan the other boy released.

Eventually they separated with a small smacking sound, staying close enough that Kurt swore he could feel Blaine's heartbeat against his chest, foreheads resting against each other.

"Hi," Blaine whispered.

"Hey," glancing down Kurt swore, ducking out of a baffled Blaine's arms before re-positioning himself, this time with the flowers previously dropped on the hard-wood floor presented in front of him. "Umm, these are for you...." his eyes darted down to the bouquet, scrutinising them for any imperfections, "fuck, I'm really sorry if they're a bit battered I just wanted to get you something for tonight, 'cause, like, I know you're shittin' yourself a bit and you really don't need too and I figured that flowers would be a nice 'break-a-leg' gesture, but if you hate - "

A hand covered his mouth to cut him off. "Kurt, baby, breathe. I love them." Grinning that perfect ten-thousand-watt smile Blaine took the roses and brought them to his nose to inhale deeply; looking up at Kurt through his lashes and fucking hell if that didn't make his knees a little bit weak. "C'mon, I'll put these in some water and finish getting ready so we can go," the hand covering his mouth moved down over his neck, shoulder, bicep before it reached his hand, weaving their fingers together and tugging Kurt upstairs and into his bedroom, roses firmly under his nose the entire time.

When they reached McKinley Kurt lead Blaine by the hand towards the Choir room through the empty halls, refusing to answer any of Blaine's "Why are we here so early?", "Kuuuurt, c'mon what's going on?" despite the whiney edge they were taking on; Blaine really did hate not knowing.

"Just...you'll see in a minute." The room was empty just as he'd asked (God, he so owed Puck for this...maybe he'd get him a new Xbox game). Opening the door he directed his boyfriend through, acting as if he didn't hear the "Okay, seriously, Kurt you never come in this room - what the hell is happening?" and pushing his boyfriend to sit down in the front row, coming to stand a feet just in front of him.

"Okay, umm," shakily, Kurt took a deep breath, one hand shoved deep into a jean pocket while the other rubbed self-consciously at the back of his head, "you know how the other week at mine we were watching Chicago and you said you'd never really heard me sing, because singing along in a club doesn't count?" Blaine nodded, looking a tiny bit confused still so Kurt ploughed on.

"Okay, so it's probably easier to just get on with it." Clearing his throat loudly Kurt moved grab two stools standing inconspicuously by the piano as Puck walked through the door, two acoustic guitars in his hands, grinning like a mad-man and practically bouncing one he took a seat next to Kurt, handing him one of the guitar's.

"I didn't know you played..."

Looking up at his boyfriend Kurt blushed a pale pink, "I don't really...Puck started to teach me last year...I only know a few songs but I err, I was listening to this the other day and I just...listen carefully yeah?"

At Blaine's nod Kurt counted them in, fingers picking the strings lightly, "I'm gonna pick up the pieces, and build a Lego house..."  To start with he kept his eyes down, focussing on the frets and keeping in time with Puck, overlaying the sounds of both instruments as he sung, "my three words have two meanings, but there's one thing on my mind. It's all for you, mmm." Once he felt confident that his fingers could keep playing without messing up if his eyes weren't glued to them he looked up. Eyes locked onto the wide whiskey hued ones of his boyfriend, who sat staring slack jawed as he serenaded him. Preening a little bit at the good reaction Kurt threw himself into it, but this wasn't like being in glee and performing, there were no costumes, no flashy show tunes...just him, like an open book just for Blaine.

"I'm out of touch, I'm out of love, I'll pick you up when you're getting down. And out of these things I've done, I think I love you better now. I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind, I'll do it all for you in time. And out of all these things I've done, I think love you better now."

Smiling a little bit now as he got more into it, Kurt flicked his eyes back to check what his fingers were doing before glancing up at his boyfriend from under his eyes lashes, his smile automatically widened, mirroring the slow-spreading one taking over Blaine's face. "And it's dark in the cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm."

Gradually the boys slowed the music until it was just Kurt singing. While the other two boys' attention stayed glued to each other, Puck moved quietly to grab both guitars and duck out of the room, manic smile now toned down into an almost teary one, much like the one he wore whenever Beth did something that made him proud.

Kurt stayed seated, vaguely aware of the guitar being removed from his hands as his friend left, not willing to take his eyes off of Blaine for a second as he watching a now standing Blaine move slowly towards him until the junior was stood between his thighs.

"I'm out of touch, I'm out of love, I'll pick you when you're getting down. And out of all these things I've done. I will love you better now."

Blaine barely waited for him to finish before he was framing his face and moving to slam their mouth together, nibbling lightly on his top lip before he moved to suck the bottom one in between his own, tongue running along it before dipping inside to lick over the back of Kurt's teeth. As much as Kurt would have liked to keep kissing, they did eventually have to pull back slightly for air, thought Blaine did wrap his arms firmly around Kurt's shoulders and move to mouth along his jaw and neck, teeth grazing over now-well-known sensitive spots as Kurt attempted to string words together.

"So umm, mmm, that-that was a - was a good i-idea?"

"A very, very good idea," was breathed into his ear before the lobe was pulled between Blaine's teeth as he playfully bit down. "God Kurt - that was...that was the most amazing, romantic, things anyone has ever done for me." He pulled back, hands still cupping either side of Kurt's jaw, one thumb running over his ever so slightly swollen lips. Up this close Kurt could see the forest-green swirls of colour in Blaine's eyes as they searched his face. "You're amazing."

"I think I would do anything for you."

Blaine smiled, "like taking a punch to the face for me?"

Chuckling quietly Kurt nodded, thinking back to that day after their first kiss, "Yeah, like that." Moving his hands from where they'd fallen to Blaine's hips during their kiss, Kurt surrounded the other boy's hands within his own. "You are slowly becoming one of the most important people in my life, Blaine Anderson, and I have never been more thankful that I decided to be nosy and spy on you and Karofsky...or that you somehow put up with me and my crap."

Leaning forward he placed a soft, closed-mouth kiss to Blaine's smile, pulling back barely an inch to whisper; "I love you." Not daring to smile as he watched Blaine blink in shock, eyes wide as they locked onto his.

He was vaguely aware of holding his breath, waiting for the fallout as Blaine's lip quirked the tiniest bit.

"I love you, too."

After Puck walked in on them making out in the choir room to remind them that Blaine need to get to auditorium to get ready they reluctantly left. At the side door to the auditorium Kurt kissed the other boy, hands cradling the sides of his jaw as if he were scared that too much would break him.

Blaine rolled his eyes, pulling him in for a deeper kiss before playfully pushing him away to head backstage as Kurt called out after him. "Break a leg."

Still grinning to himself, Kurt shoved his hands deep into his jean pockets and headed around to the main entrance to wait for Quinn. She'd been at the football game with Puck's mom, sister and Beth so she was probably getting her ear talked off currently about how she really should stop eating bacon.

He was pulling out his tangled earphones from his jacket pocket when he was shoulder checked into the locker bank he standing in front of.

"What the fuck?" This hadn't been an issue for months. The last time someone had shoved him into a locker had been towards the end of last year, after being crowned Prom Queen and he'd snapped and beaten the crap out of the unfortunate jock that'd shoved him. No one had dared touch him since.

Karofsky stood a few feet away from him, arms crossed, body tensed and glaring at the skank.

"What the hell is your problem?" His heart was pounding, eyes wide in shock staring at the other boy, "what the fuck was that for?"

The jock stayed silent, still glaring at him, unblinking. The silence was more unnerving than the shove or the odd sense of déjà-vu that came hurtling alongside it. Dark eyes roamed up-and-then-down before Karofsky turned on his heal and stalked off leaving Kurt standing there, admittedly shaken and staring after him.

A gentle hand landing on his shoulder blade snapped him back into reality, jumping, heart in his throat, he whipped around to see Quinn standing there, face full of concern.

"Hey, it's just me." Nodding shakily Kurt glanced back over his shoulder quickly before facing his friend again as she slipped an arm around his waist. "You okay?"

"Hmm, oh yeah, yeah I'm fine." He smiled brightly, sliding his arm around her shoulders, "Just...just spaced out for a little bit that's all. C'mon, let's go see our men play make-believe. And don't give me that look, Puck told me your dates have been going very well."

Blaine was amazing. Kurt was already expecting him to be based on the dress rehearsal he'd snuck in on last week, but he'd somehow gotten better. He'd stood up, clapping, the second the curtain fell at the end with everyone else, letting out a loud whistle when they all came on stage to take a bow.

"Alright lover boy, I'm going to meet Puck so we can drop in on this after-party crap and then relieve his mother of Beth." A quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, "I will see you tomorrow."

"Bye, give Beth a kiss for me."

"I will. Now go get your man."

Kurt smiled crookedly at his best friend tried to wiggle her eyebrows at him, wiggling his fingers in an imitation wave before climbing up onto the stage and ducking behind the curtain.

Blaine was already in his street clothes when he reached the section where the cast could get changed, costume hanging carefully over the back of his seat while he rubbed off the make-up.

Leaning over so he was braced on the back of the chair, chin resting on one of Blaine's shoulders Kurt laughed quietly, patting himself on the back when the other boy shivered. "I never thought I'd go for a guy who wears that much blusher."

Blaine looked up at him through the reflection. "Damn, well, there goes my big seduction plan for tonight."

"There was a seduction plan?"

"Yep, it was very intricate. I was gonna doll myself so you couldn't say no."

"Ahh, so I suppose it's a good thing that I happen to have my very own?"

Blaine's smile widened as he spun around in the chair and tugged Kurt forward for a chaste kiss. "Looks like we were on the same wavelength tonight." Placing another smacking kiss on Kurt's scrunched nose he turned back to remove the last few smudges of colour from his cheeks.

"You had a pretty big crowd tonight; I spotted a very dapper group of boys in blazers earlier...even if that stupid fucking meerkat was with them." He grumbled the last part, eyes narrowing in distaste over Smythe who was still messaging Blaine after the run in on his birthday.

"You know I don't care about him; Sebastian means less than nothing to me, but it was nice to see them." A frown covered the smile that Kurt was used to seeing, to adoring on his boyfriend's face. "They didn't show up, did they?"

"No, baby."

Head dropped forward a bit lower Blaine nodded, resigned to the fact that his parents, mainly his mother, hadn't appeared half way through. "Okay...um, Artie is having some kind of after-party at Breadstix, do you want to go?"

Eyes trained on Blaine Kurt stayed quiet, taking in the slightly forced smile and too-tense spine, "no, not really...I want to go to your house. I have another surprise for you."

It seemed to be the right answer, Blaine's lips twitched a fraction, eyes brightening a little bit and moving up to Kurt's in the mirror, "would this be part of that great seduction plot of yours?"

"Well that would be telling; guess you'll just have to take a risk and find out."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's bag in silence as the other boy cleared up his things, holding out his hand and leading him to his car. Chucking the bag in the back seat Kurt stopped Blaine from getting in, cupping his face and pulling him in to mould his lips around Blaine's bottom one, sucking, biting and licking until he felt the smile against them as Blaine opened up, his own tongue moving to stroke along Kurt's.

Pulling back reluctantly, but staying close enough that their mouths still brushed together lightly, "I love you."

"I love you too," was whispered against his skin before a hand was gripping the back of his beanie-clad-head and damp, kiss-swollen lips were moving against his once more.