Saturday came much too fast for Kurt's taste. Before he knew it he was standing in front of his mirror, nervously adjusting his tie over and over again and watching Blaine's every movement in the reflection. How he could possibly be calm enough to read Vogue in this situation was beyond Kurt. As if he'd been reading Kurt's thoughts, Blaine looked up from the magazine and sent him a reassuring smile.

"Calm down, darling. It's only two girls from your old school who want to be friends with you. You're going to charm them in no time." Kurt rolled his eyes at him, giving his tie another critical look.

"Easy for you to say, since they're not your former classmates. I just... I want them to like me, you know? I don't want there to be what ifs lurking at every turn in my life. I want to see if maybe we can actually have the friendship I imagined us having all that time."

"And that's a very admirable and brave thing to do," Blaine grinned, putting down his issue of Vogue to hop off the bed and saunter over to Kurt until he could wrap his arms around his waist from behind. He had to stand on tiptoe, but he managed to put his chin on Kurt's shoulder. "I chose a very brave and admirable and loveable and gorgeous boyfriend." He underlined his arguments by pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek for each. Giggling, Kurt halfheartedly tried to wriggle out of his grip before giving in and turning a bit to pull Blaine into a deeper kiss.

"Too bad I only got you out of the deal," he teased, nudging Blaine with his elbow. Blaine put on his best fake pout, his puppy dog eyes almost causing Kurt's resolve to crumble even though he knew Blaine wasn't really mad at him.

"You better take that back, Kurt Hummel," he announced grandly, "or I'll have to tickle you."

"I'd like to see you try," Kurt laughed, elegantly ducking Blaine's reaching fingers.

"I should warn you," Blaine said, taking a menacing step forward and watching calmly as Kurt stepped to the side to dodge him. "You're engaging in a tickle war with the undisputed Anderson household tickle champion."

"I see," Kurt grinned, still dancing around Blaine. "I really should be scared, then, right?" Suddenly, Blaine turned around and jumped for Kurt, but Kurt was too fast for him and he almost ended up crashing into his wardrobe.

"Slow down, tickle champion!" Kurt called from the other side of the room where he'd made himself comfortable on Blaine's bed while Blaine still tried to regain his balance and not fall into any pointy, hard pieces of furniture. "We don't want you to hurt yourself in your old days, now, do we?"

Laughing, Blaine finally managed to stand upright again and practically tackled Kurt onto the mattress. Kurt went pliantly, enjoying Blaine's weight on top of him as he caught his breath before he started mouthing at Kurt's neck.

"Blaine!" Kurt half-whined, half-laughed. "That tickles!" Blaine just chuckled into his skin, continuing to press feather-light touches everywhere he could reach and flicking just the tip of his tongue over the veins and tendons.

"See, I'm still the tickle champion."

"Okay, okay, you win," Kurt giggled breathlessly, gently pushing Blaine away from his sensitive neck. "And as much as I love having you lie around on top of me, we really need to get going now. I don't want to be late."

"Of course, darling." Blaine smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw and flicking one of his ears playfully. Kurt batted at him with a grin before hurrying over to the mirror and righting what their little burst of silliness had crumpled or brought into a state of disarray. Blaine watched for a good fifteen minutes before he rolled his eyes and pulled Kurt away from his reflection, grabbing both of their bags and pushing him out of the door.

"Hey! I wasn't done yet, my hair looks-"

"Perfect, indeed. You look flawless, Kurt, and fixing the same strand of hair twenty times won't make it sit better, I fear. I know you're nervous but we both know that you want this, so come on." Blaine held out his hand for Kurt and Kurt took it with a resigned sigh. His tail flicked nervously behind him and his ears were halfway down to his head, unable to decide if they wanted to press down because he felt cornered or perk up because he was curious as to what was awaiting him. He was so busy trying to disentangle his conflicted emotions that he didn't even notice that Blaine was carrying his bag for him until they were at the car.

"My hero," Kurt muttered with a sarcastically raised eyebrow when Blaine hurried over to his side of the car to open the door for him. Blaine just grinned at him, bowing demurely when Kurt was seated before he went back to the driver's side. They both knew all too well that Kurt loved Blaine's gentlemanly manners.

The car ride was mostly silent, only interrupted by them singing along to favorites on the radio every now and then. Blaine threw Kurt worried glances whenever the road didn't demand his attention and it started to unnerve Kurt even more. When they had to stop at the third red traffic light in a row more than halfway there, Kurt had enough. Teeth bared and growling low in his throat, he spun around to Blaine, tail swishing dangerously next to him.

"What exactly is your problem, Blaine?!"

"I- I don't- what- Kurt?" Blaine stammered, shrinking into his seat at the hiss in Kurt's voice. He looked so utterly terrified and wounded that Kurt's anger deflated almost immediately. He might as well could have yelled at a little puppy.

"Sorry," he murmured, hiding his face behind his hands and falling back into his seat, his tail slowing down and his ears perking up a bit. "I didn't mean to hiss at you. It's just, I'm so nervous and you worriedly glancing over every turn just makes it worse."

Ignoring the fact that the traffic light had switched to green in the meantime - thankfully, no one was behind them, anyway - Blaine pried Kurt's hand off his face, waiting patiently until he looked up from the spot he was fixing on the windshield and into his wide hazel eyes. "It's okay, darling, I understand. I'm sorry I made it worse, I'll try not to. I just want you to make new friends almost as badly as you want to." Carefully, Blaine reached out and when Kurt didn't flinch away, he cupped the side of his face in his warm hand, his thumb caressing the high cheekbone until Kurt leaned into the touch and started purring softly. Upon hearing the sound echo in the small confines of the car, Blaine's smile turned radiant and he leaned in to press a chaste kiss to Kurt's lips, smile widening against Kurt's when the purring only grew louder.

"Better?" he asked when he pulled away and Kurt smiled back at him. "Much better." They stared at each other for a long moment before Blaine broke eye contact, finally realizing that they were on a street and standing right in front of a yet again green traffic light. On the last bit of the way they exchanged wide smiles every chance they got and when they finally pulled into the Lima Bean's parking lot, Blaine reached for Kurt's hand and squeezed it reassuringly before they got out of the car.

The calm that had built in Kurt during the last few minutes was shattered a bit more with every step he took closer to the door, making way for an all-encompassing nervousness that bordered on panic. He could feel the hairs on his fast-flicking tail starting to stand on end and his ears were flat to his head by now, almost hidden by his hair. Every step cost him quite an effort and it wasn't until he felt Blaine's warm hand on his back, not pushing but always supporting, that he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and quickly took the last few steps until his hand met the doorknob. With a shaky inhale, he pushed it down and the door opened, his eyes immediately scanning the room for familiar faces. It didn't take long at all to spot Tina and Mercedes, who were both waving enthusiastically over at him, their smiles nervous enough to make Kurt feel better about his own anxiety. Unfortunately, though, it didn't take much longer to spot Karofsky a few tables away, either.

Cold sweat started to break out on his back and his heart started to race as Kurt's eyes were glued to the back of the demon from his past he'd thought he'd left behind for good. How could Kurt possibly just pass his table as if this boy hadn't made his life living hell for over two years? How could he try and act like he wasn't having a panic attack just knowing him in his vicinity? How could he resist the insane urge to stomp over there and yell into his face what exactly he thought of him and his stupid Neanderthal friends?

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice came from right next to him, a sharp edge to it Kurt had never once heard before. Curious, he turned to look at him and was surprised that the death glare Blaine was sending in Karofsky's direction hadn't set the jock on fire by now.

"That's one of them, isn't he?" Blaine murmured out of the corner of his mouth so no one but Kurt would hear him, his eyes not straying from the back of an unaware Karofsky. Kurt nodded hesitantly.

"How did you know?" he whispered back just as quietly, keeping his eyes on Blaine's face to gauge his reaction.

"You went all tense and- well, I once ran into one of my former tormentors while grocery shopping. Let's just say I know what it looks like when you see a ghost from the past you were sure you'd left behind."

"More like poltergeist," Kurt huffed. "What do we do now?" His voice suddenly sounded much smaller and much more insecure than he usually let it get in public.

"We're going to go over to Mercedes and Tina and have a nice afternoon. I'm not letting him ruin this for you, darling. If he so much as looks into your direction for too long I won't guarantee he'll get out with his legs intact, though." The look on Blaine's face was positively dangerous - and damn sexy, though Kurt would never admit that seeing Blaine get so protective over him turned him on - but he couldn't suppress a snort at the mental image of his tiny boyfriend confronting Dave Karofsky.

"What?" Blaine huffed, his menacing sneer seamlessly turning into a fake pout almost ruined by a barely held back grin. "You don't think I could take on that guy? I took boxing lessons ever since Sadie Hawkins and let me tell you, he'd really regret underestimating me."

"Well, that solves the mystery of your mouth-watering biceps," Kurt murmured, eyes going a shade darker as he traced said muscle with a fingertip. Blaine shivered under his touch but quickly caught himself again.

"As much as I appreciate your offer, I'm not some damsel in distress and I could think of more civilized ways to confront him in a coffee shop full of people should he try to make a scene," Kurt grinned at him, gently closing his hand around Blaine's elbow to guide him to the girls' table. "And I think I'll take your earlier advice and just ignore him for the sake of our funny afternoon."

As it turned out, the afternoon was indeed funny. The four of them had pretty differing tastes in music, but they also shared a lot of common favorites, both artist- and song-wise. They all agreed readily that Broadway was glorious and fashion important. Tina and Mercedes weren't as Vogue-savvy as Kurt and Blaine, but all of them had their own styles and even Kurt couldn't find much to complain about. Conversation flowed easily and before they knew it they had slipped into a debate over which recent movie was the best which quickly turned into a movie date for the following Friday. Kurt's smile was so wide and radiant Blaine's heart jumped in his chest and for once he didn't mind at all that he wasn't the one putting it on his face. They'd forgotten all about Karofsky's presence until he noisily left his table, drawing their gazes so they'd see the poisonous glare he was giving them, especially Kurt.

"Jeez, that guy really has it out for you, doesn't he?" Mercedes wondered, following him with her eyes as he pushed a boy a few years younger than him out of the way and into a barista carrying two full mugs of coffee, causing everything to spill all over the two of them. Ignoring the angry calls echoing behind him, he left without a look back at the chaos he'd created.

"What an asshole," Tina muttered, shaking her head. "Doesn't he have better things to do?"

"Obviously not," Kurt shrugged, determined to forget about Karofsky and re-establish the lovely atmosphere from before. Tina and Mercedes got the hint and quickly fell back into the more harmless McKinley gossip and the complicated relationship twists in the New Directions. Kurt's head was swimming after two minutes because apparently, everyone was dating everyone, or had at some point, and cheating obviously was as common as singing in that group. Kurt just shook his head at their problems. Maybe it wasn't all that bad that he'd never joined Glee Club at his old school.

Apparently, the topic had awakened Mercedes and Tina's curiosity because the second Blaine had excused himself to go to the bathroom, the two were all over Kurt with their questions.

"So, are you two dating?"

"Where have you met? And how?"

"How long is this going on?"

"How was the first date? That's really important for the course of the relationship, you know."
"Is he a good kisser? He certainly looks like one."

And those were just the ones he actually caught, not to mention the endless flood of others lost in the rapid mumble of their voices.

"Ladies, ladies, calm down!" Kurt held up both hands and luckily, that actually stopped the endless flow of words. "Why are you so interested in my love life, anyway?"

Tina and Mercedes exchanged a look. "Because we like you," Tina finally said in a soft voice. "We always thought you looked so lonely at McKinley and it's nice to know that you found not only friends at your new school, but also love. You deserve it."

"Thank you, Tina," Kurt whispered sincerely, letting her take his hand where it rested on the table and smiling when Mercedes' hand joined them, too.

"So, will we get any infos as long as lover boy is still gone?" Mercedes grinned after a moment's silence and Kurt rolled his eyes and batted at her hand.

"Okay, okay, let's see. We met on my first day at Dalton when my dad helped me bring all my stuff to my room. You see, Blaine's my room mate and he's also the student tutor so he took it upon himself to show me around."

"Was it love at first sight?" Tina asked excitedly, almost bouncing in her seat.

"Sure was," Blaine jutted in from where he'd just returned from the bathroom without them noticing, slipping back into his seat next to Kurt with a huge smile. Kurt almost choked on the sip of coffee he'd just taken.

"It was?" he asked hesitantly when he'd cleared his throat, completely forgetting about their company.

"With you? Always," Blaine replied honestly, flicking Kurt's ear with a playful grin before soothing over it with his finger pads. Kurt leaned into his touch and they exchanged soft smiles that had the girls cooing loudly enough to pull them back to reality. Blushing, they turned their attention back on their coffees.

"You two are too sweet," Tina smiled at them.

"Just as cavity-inducing as you and Mike," Mercedes laughed, rolling her eyes a bit and nudging Tina in the ribs, who blushed furiously.

"Mike?" Kurt asked, furrowing his brow as he tried to match a face to the name. "Wait, wasn't that the dancing football player?" Tina nodded hesitantly, cheeks still covered in pink.

"We should bring him along one of these days," Mercedes smiled. "He's a sweet guy, I bet you'd like him. You could go on double dates!"

Blaine and Kurt exchanged a quick glance and smiled politely. Maybe they'd actually take that suggestion into consideration. The chances were much higher than either of them ever accepting Wes' offer to do the same. Kurt was pretty sure he could remember David telling him that the one time he and his girlfriend at the time had went on a double date with Wes and his girlfriend, he'd brought his gavel and told the waitress how to properly and politely serve the guests.

After that they had to relay pretty much their complete dating history to Tina and Mercedes. Admittedly, it wasn't all that long just yet but the girls seemed appropriately impressed with their relationship. Kurt beamed at them. He'd always known that what he and Blaine had wasn't the average high school romance and it was a good feeling to see proof that he'd been right all along.

By the time they had to part so everyone would make it to dinner in time, Kurt was on such a high that he didn't even flinch when Mercedes and Tina pulled him into tight hugs before they left. Blaine drove him home and brought him to the front door where they kissed goodbye until Burt appeared in the doorway and told them dinner was getting cold. Blushing bright red and with a sheepish smile on his face, Blaine waved them goodbye and disappeared into his car to drive back to Dalton. Kurt felt sad to watch him go, but then again he'd only have to live through a Blaine-free Sunday before he'd get to see him again, unlike his father who he hadn't seen in a week apart from the brief hugs before and after their performance on Friday.

Time flew and before Kurt knew it it was the last day of school before Christmas. His days had been packed with Blaine and Warblers practice and Nick and Jeff (also Wes and David when they didn't sweat over set lists or Blaine's uncountable solos) and ever since that Saturday after Sectionals also Tina and Mercedes. It was nice to have girl friends, always hanging out with the Warblers sometimes drove Kurt up the wall.

Not to mention the infinitely larger amount of work Dalton demanded from its students. Kurt was clever but it still was far from the walk in the park that had been school work at McKinley. Most of the teachers were much more severe, too. Which was why Kurt was surprised that he was still allowed to room with Blaine. Obviously, no one had thought it necessary to inform the principal or the school board and they weren't about to jinx it and ask someone about it. They would enjoy their time together for as long as they still had it plentiful.

On aforementioned last school day, Kurt nervously fidgeted in his chair every time he looked over to Blaine during class or lunch. Nick and Jeff caught on and gave him curious looks, but Kurt just shook his head at them when Blaine wasn't looking and they let it go for now. As the hours passed and Kurt got more and more twitchy, Blaine decided to put a stop to this and just ask him what it was all about since he obviously didn't intend to tell him.

"I- oh damn it, this is stupid!" Kurt closed his eyes, annoyed at himself, and took a deep breath before turning to Blaine and answering his question. "I know this is silly but- I've been wondering what you're doing on Christmas and I don't know why I'm so nervous about asking you. I guess I'm just a bit scared you'll tell me you're driving to Corsica like Jeff or something. It would be nice to at least see you sometime during our first Christmas as a couple."

"Oh Kurt, that's not silly at all." Blaine smiled at him and entwined their fingers under their desks. "It's okay. And no, I'm not going to Corsica or anything. We're not even visiting relatives this year. In fact, Mom and Dad will be somewhere in Europe for a second honeymoon and because they have a conference there right after the holidays. They should be in the plane right now, actually."

"And your brother?" Kurt asked, something cold twisting in his stomach. He had a feeling what the answer might be.

"In L.A.," Blaine shrugged. He smiled sheepishly when he noticed Kurt's horrified expression. "It's not so bad, Kurt. I've spent Christmas on my own plenty of times ever since I turned 12. I'm going to be fine."

"But you can't be all alone on Christmas!" Kurt exclaimed, shaking his head. "It's a time for family and friends."

"Which is why I don't want to intrude on anyone's Christmas celebration with their families. But I admit I'd hoped Burt might invite me over for dinner one of these days." He looked so nervous about that simple request that Kurt's heart contracted painfully in his chest.

"Okay, we have to fix this. And I'm doing it now," Kurt said firmly, getting out his phone after shooting a quick look at the door to make sure their teacher was still nowhere in sight. It was only five minutes into the lesson which meant they should have at least another ten to do as they pleased. Luckily, Burt picked up on the first ring.

"Kurt? Is something wrong? Do you need help with anything, should I come get you?" He sounded pretty panicked, though it had to be added that this was the first time Kurt had called him when he was supposed to still have class.

"No, Dad, I'm perfectly fine. I just called because I wanted to know if we could invite Blaine over for the holidays? Because apparently, his parents and brother left him all alone," Blaine tried to wave at him to stop it, blushing bright red, but Kurt just grinned at him, knowing exactly what his father's reply would be.

"What? Who the hell does that to their kid on Christmas?! Of course he can come!" Burt said, sounding so indignant that Kurt's grin softened into a smile.

"Thanks, Dad. You're the best. I'll bring him with me right this afternoon, if you don't mind," Kurt mumbled, beaming triumphantly at Blaine who just buried his face in his hands, though Kurt could see the corner of his mouth helplessly twitching in an attempt to suppress a smile of his own.

"Not at all, you know I practically adopted that kid already. But don't let him know that. I'll still break his legs if he hurts you."

"Sure, Dad," Kurt chuckled into the phone. "But since you're that fond of him-"
"No, Kurt, I won't let you two sleep in the same bed. Don't even try."

"Are you saying you don't tr-"

"Kiddo, don't test me. It's enough that you guys sleep in the same room when you're at school. Don't ask me why I even let you get through with that..."

"Because you don't want to have trouble with the school board?"

"You got me there," Burt laughed on the other side of the line. "But I'm still not letting you two sleep in the same bed under my roof."

"Fine," Kurt sighed. "You're still the best, though."

"I love you too, kiddo. Now pay attention in class and drive back home safe, you two, okay? Tell Blaine I said hi."

"Will do. Love you, Dad!" And with that Kurt ended the call and put his phone away just in time for the teacher's entrance, ignoring the glares Blaine was sending his way from between his fingers, face still bright red.

"I can't believe you just did that," he moaned when the class finally ended and they headed out of the room with the rest of their fellow students.

"I can't believe you'd expect me to leave you to yourself on Christmas," Kurt gave back, looking a bit insulted at the idea that he'd be capable of such a crime.

"I really should have known better, my hero," Blaine giggled, winding his arm around Kurt's waist as they took the stairs up to their dorm room to get their things.

"Exactly," Kurt teased, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before he unlocked the door.

Four hours later they sat in the living room watching the rerun of some football game (well, Burt and Blaine watched, Kurt read Vogue and Blaine occasionally peeked over his shoulder), full from the luscious dinner they'd allowed themselves, warm and sleepy and illuminated by the Christmas tree they'd decorated right after Kurt and Blaine had come back from Dalton. Blaine had apologized to Burt for intruding on their holidays a good billion times until Burt had pushed the box of Christmas lights into his hands to shut him up, which ended in Burt and Kurt disentangling him from three different strings ten minutes later, trying to suppress their roaring laughter.

Now Blaine had his head on Kurt's shoulder, sighing blissfully, Kurt's tail curled around both of them as Burt lazily grumbled something at the players from his place in his favorite armchair every now and then. The atmosphere was warm and cozy and sleepy and Kurt enjoyed it so much he even allowed himself to purr softly, which had Blaine cuddling even closer. Kurt knew perfectly well how much he loved the sound and the vibrations by now and that had helped a great deal in getting over his reservations, at least when he was at home or alone with Blaine. After a while, Burt finally gave up since his eyes were falling shut every other minute, anyway, and declared it bed time, ordering Kurt up into his own bedroom and helping Blaine set up the couch for him to sleep on.

The next few days passed in a similar fashion. They slept in late until one of them rolled out of bed (or off the couch, in Blaine's case) and made breakfast, the other usually quick to show up once the smell of whatever was made hung in the air. The rest of their day was spent lazing around on the couch, occasionally gathering the motivation to learn a bit for their exams or do some homework but usually just watching awful reality TV. A day before Christmas Eve they actually made cookies together and Blaine even managed to convince Kurt to go out and play in the snow for a few hours, after which they cuddled together on the couch under a mountain of blankets and with two mugs of hot chocolate in their freezing hands.

On the 24th Kurt actually allowed Blaine to help in the kitchen and when Burt came home early, they shared the best meal Blaine could remember ever having eaten in his whole life. They were once again seated comfortably in the living room with Blaine occasionally side-eyeing his phone in case his parents or Cooper would call, watching a Christmas movie marathon, when Burt suddenly rose from the couch, threw Kurt a look and said in a grave voice 'It's time'. For an insane moment, Blaine feared he'd kick him out right then but the thought fled his mind as he saw Kurt's bright answering grin. It wasn't until both Kurt and Burt were rummaging in the pile of presents under the tree that Blaine remembered what Kurt had told him about Christmas chez Hummel, as Kurt had called it.

For as long as I can remember, it's been tradition in this household to open one gift each on Christmas Eve.

Barely refraining from actually face-palming, Blaine jumped up and joined the Hummel men in their hectic search, until he emerged triumphantly from under the tree with two wrapped boxes in hand. Shortly after, they were back on the couch, Burt in the armchair, holding packages of varying degrees of refined wrapping. Kurt and Blaine shared a look before glancing over at Burt.

"You first," Kurt smiled, handing his present over to his father. Blaine held out his as well and Burt rolled his eyes at them in a way that reminded Blaine very much of his son.

"You didn't have to get me anything, kids," he grumbled, but by the way his eyes lit up when he unwrapped a new Buckeyes cap, an obnoxiously colored foam hand and two tickets for the next game linked to a promise that Blaine would go with him he didn't mind at all. He formally protested until Blaine told him that the tickets actually didn't cost him a cent because they'd been a gift from one of his father's work acquaintances and since his father wasn't interested in football at all he'd given them to Blaine.

They agreed on it being Blaine's turn next and before he knew it he'd unwrapped a Hummel Tires and Lube hoodie - 'So you don't always have to steal Kurt's, kid' - and was carefully working on Kurt's neatly wrapped package. Ever so gently, he pulled off the paper and squealed in delight when the bowtie he'd been eyeing for weeks now came in sight. He reverently pulled it out of the elegant box it came in and was about to scold Kurt for spending so much money when he felt a weird stitching underneath his fingers. Curious, he turned the bowtie around and was greeted by Kurt's initials in what looked like golden yarn.

"Just to make clear that this is a more or less original Kurt Hummel work," Kurt chuckled next to him and Blaine forgot all about Burt being in the same room as he pulled his son into an overjoyed kiss, licking eagerly into his mouth. Kurt replied in kind for a few seconds before pulling away, giggling happily, before pressing a short peck to the tip of Blaine's nose.

"I'm glad you like your present," he beamed, putting it on Blaine when he gave him an expectant look.

"I love it," Blaine grinned back. He didn't think about his own present for Kurt until Kurt opened the bag from Burt with a scream of delight at discovering the sweater he'd been talking about for at least the past three weeks. Suddenly, he realized how dumb and clichéd and sappy the idea was and he wanted to sink through the floor in shame when Kurt gently shook the small box and frowned at the lack of noise. His present was nothing in comparison to the effort Kurt had gone to, hell, most people wouldn't even deem it a present. He closed his eyes and tried not to die of shame as he listened to the rustling of the paper. He mentally prepared to have his sorry ass dumped when he heard Kurt's sharp intake of breath, but he couldn't resist catching a glimpse through his half-closed right eye when there were more shuddering breaths following. When he caught sight of Kurt's hand pressed to his mouth and the tears running down his cheeks, Blaine was quick to open his other eye as well and pull him into his arms.

"I'm sorry, darling," he choked out, gently rocking them back and forth. "I swear your other presents have more... substance. God, I'm so sorry, that was a dumb idea I shouldn't ha-" Kurt's finger on his lips silenced him.

"Don't you dare apologize for this, Blaine Devon Anderson," Kurt whispered, catching Blaine's gaze, eyes wide and wet and sparkling and more beautiful than anything Blaine had ever seen before. "I'm not crying because this was an awful idea. I'm crying because this is the best, most beautiful present I ever could have asked for. And I love you too." And they were kissing again, still oblivious to Burt's presence in the same room or anything, really, lost in the moment. They didn't even notice when the box slid off Kurt's lap and the little heart-shaped note reading 'I love you. Forever, Blaine' in elaborately decorated, for once tidy script ended up on the floor.