Kurt didn't know how long they sat there. It was getting colder and the day was slowly turning into the night.

Blaine looked at him and shrugged off his jacket. Carefully he wrapped it around Kurt. “Here, I don't want you to freeze,” he smiled.

Kurt thankfully accepted the jacket and wrapped it around himself. He tried to be unsuspicious as he carefully took in the smell of the jacket.

He heard Blaine let out a small chuckle next to him. “Common, let's get going,” he whispered.

He stood up and carefully wiped all the dirt from his jeans. When he thought his jeans was clean, he hold out his hand for Kurt.

Kurt took it happily and let himself be pulled up. He let go of Blaine's hand and checked his jeans too.

When he was sure he had no dirt on his jeans, they started walking in silence towards the parking.

“How would you feel if I drove you home,” asked Blaine.

Kurt frowned. “One, I'm not going on that motorcycle. Two, my car is here.”

Blaine let out a laugh. “Fine, but one day you'll go with me for a ride, Kurt,” he smirked. “But for now, I'll drive behind you and make sure you get home safely.”

Kurt felt himself blush. “You don't need to do that Blaine, I'll get home save.”

 He looked up to see Blaine look at him with so much emotion in his eyes. “I just want to be sure.”

Kurt could only nod as he stepped into his car.

Sure enough, Blaine followed him all the way home. He even stopped in front of the house with his bike to say bye to Kurt and then he left.

Kurt felt a little sad, there were still so many questions left unanswered and frankly, he just liked to spend time with Blaine.

When he looked up again, Blaine was nowhere to be seen anymore. He shrugged and walked towards the house, humming a melody under his breath.

He pulled of his shoes, placed them carefully in the rack and started to shrugged off the jacket. He frowned when he felt the texture of the jacket and looked down.

Oh god, why didn't Blaine say anything. He would probably be cold when he got home without his jacket and Kurt knew he might have been a little overreacting but why hadn't Blaine said anything.

Carefully he laid the jacket over his arm. Thinking about texting Blaine when he realized he still didn't have Blaine's number.

He went with his hand through his hair. How could they possibly forget that every single time?

And then he heard a cough behind him. He turned around to see Burt standing there, his arms crossed over his chest and his face looking very unpleased.

“Kurt, can you tell me why you are home an hour after curfew,” Burt said in his calm voice with a slight sound of anger.

Kurt looked at the clock, his mouth fell open. “Oh my god, Dad, I didn't know it was already this late,” he said in shock. He walked towards his dad and hugged him tightly. “I'm so sorry I didn't call you or text you.”

He felt how his dad let out a long breath and started hugging Kurt back. “It's fine, I was just worried Kurt. Please, next time just text me ok,” he said.

“Yeah dad,” Kurt said as he unwrapped from the hug.

Burt looked Kurt over once, making sure that he was really ok. One thing caught his attention. “You bought a new jacket,” he asked.

Kurt blushed. “Euhm no, this one is from Blaine actually. I forgot to give it back,” he said in a quiet voice.

“You were with Blaine,” asked Burt a little shocked. “Why didn't you tell me you guys were seeing each other,” he said a little hurt.

Kurt felt his face turn even more red. “Because we aren't. He wanted to apologize for not visiting me as he promised after the attack. We went for coffee but something came in between and well,” he shrugged.

Burt looked expecting at Kurt. “Now I know there is more to this story. How about we make some hot milk and you can tell me.”

Kurt nodded. Together they went into the kitchen. Kurt took out the milk as Burt took out the pan. It had been their tradition ever after his mom had died. Kurt had gotten trouble sleeping and Burt had remembered this old trick Elisabeth had thought him.

Kurt took out two mugs when the milk was brawling in the pan. Burt carefully poured a little in each cup. He turned off the stove and together they made their way towards the living room, each holding a cup.

“Now tell me kiddo,” said Burt as he sat down on the chair. He blew over his cup of coffee, trying to cool it down a little.

Kurt took in a deep breath. “He is the Blaine,” he said.

Burt frowned. “You sure?”

Kurt started nodding. “Yeah. We were in the lima bean getting coffee and he said something about living here when he was a kid and I thought he remembered me so I ran out of the coffee shop.”

“That doesn't mean he is the Blaine, Kurt,” Burt said.

“Well, the story isn't really over yet,” shrugged Kurt as he took a sip of his cup. “He followed me and we went to the park nearby. He wanted to know what happened so I told him about the memory and he remembered me,” said Kurt. His mind far away and a small smile on his lips.

Burt looked at him intently. He knew how this was going to end. He just hoped that this Blaine would be worth it.

“And it all came back you know. The tea party, him saving me from the bullies. It was like he had the key to open my memory. And god, I hope he have more keys to open each of them. I want to remember all of them,” Kurt said. “Who knows how many times he has saved me already.”

Burt nodded. “The kid sure is something special. How about you invite him for Friday night dinner this week? I really would love to meet him,” said Burt with a soft smile. As his kid was falling for this kid, he had to make sure the guy was worth it.

Kurt started bouncing in his seat. “Can he,” he asked excitedly.

“Yes, he can. Now tell me how you got his jacket,” Burt grinned.

So Kurt told him all about them sitting in the park and how he had gotten cold and Blaine had given him his jacket. He also told his dad about how Blaine had followed him home to make sure he got home already.

It made Burt feel happy inside, knowing the kid at least cared. “I'm glad you find the first puzzle piece, Kurt,” he said. “Just don't get your hopes up, ok? So many time has passed and you both have changed a lot.”

Kurt nodded. “I know but he really is amazing dad. He hasn't changed that much really, he still is my hero.”

Burt started laughing. “Ok kiddo,” he smiled as he drank the last of his cup. “How about we get some sleep? It's late and tomorrow you have school,” he said warningly.

Kurt took the cups and placed them in the sink. He gave his dad a goodnight hug and made his way upstairs towards his room.

It took him an hour to do his nightly routine. When he was sure his skin would be perfect tomorrow, he started putting on his pajamas.

Then he saw Blaine's jacket lying on the bed. Carefully he lifted it up and held it against his chest. The smell of Blaine started to surround him.

He knew it was way too early to fall for this guy. He barely knew him, but wasn't that how the greatest love stories started?

He slipped the jacket on and snuggled under his sheets. For the first time in a long time he felt lighted and happier. He hoped it was only just the beginning.