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As The Beach Boys’ ‘God Only Knows’ played over the final moments of the movie, Kurt reached up and dried the tear that had fallen from his face. This movie gets me every time, he thought to himself. He shifted slightly, realizing he hadn’t moved since the movie started and looked up at Blaine, finding him sound asleep.

He carefully lifted himself from Blaine’s chest, slowly moving his arm off his shoulder until it rested at his side. He sat on the edge of the couch and just looked at his sleeping boyfriend; his long lashes cascading on his cheeks, his mouth slightly open with his heavy breathing, hair still curly due to the product being washed from his hair. Kurt couldn’t help but beam at the sight.

He lightly lifted himself off the couch and headed toward the door. Looking back at his resting lover, he dimmed the lights and gingerly closed the door behind him. What a cutie, he thought.

As he entered the hallway, Kurt could smell a delightful aroma filling the upstairs air.  Following his nose, he went downstairs to find Mrs. Anderson sitting at the kitchen table working on the crossword puzzle from today’s paper. She looked deep in thought with her glasses perched on her nose and pen tapping on her teeth as if the answer to the riddle was on the tip of her tongue. Kurt quietly walked toward her and sat at the island bar, trying to give her space to think about her puzzle. He shifted the chair back and made the slightest noise, causing Mrs. Anderson to jump slightly.

“Oh, hi Kurt. Sorry I didn’t see you there. I’m on my last few clues so I’m pretty oblivious to what’s going on around me,” she said in his direction before turning back to her puzzle.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Anderson. I’m happy to just sit here and smell your lovely cooking.”

“Don’t be silly, please join me at the table.” Kurt obliged, hopping off the bar stool and slipping into the seat across from her.

“A-ha! D-e-s-p-o-t. Only one left,” she exclaimed. “So, Kurt. How’s New York?” she asked, still focused on the puzzle.

“It’s – uh – it’s okay. Work is great.” He paused. Mrs. Anderson looked up at Kurt, whose eyes were focused on the window next to the table, clearly avoiding her gaze.

“What aren’t you telling me, Kurt?”

He sighed. “It gets lonely sometimes, though. You wouldn’t think in a city with millions of people that I’d feel so lonely,” he replied.

“You miss him, don’t you?” she asked, turning her head to the side the same way Blaine did when he was trying to get Kurt to fess up to something.

“Does it seem silly to be so, I don’t know, incomplete with Blaine around? I’m worried I’m starting to sound like a crazed teenage girl when I think about it. Or when I say it…” Kurt said, trailing off as his thoughts took over.

Mrs. Anderson smiled sweetly. “I’m sure it’s a little weird at your age to feel so strongly about someone. And it doesn’t help that society keeps telling you that you’re too young to be in love.” Kurt nodded slightly, remembering the many conversations he’d had with his father about the dangers of falling in love while he was so young.

“But I see how you look at my son. Your actions speak far louder than your words, Kurt. I don’t know exactly how you feel about Blaine – I surmise that he does – but if you feel foolish for loving someone, that’s just silly. You love who you love dear. It doesn’t matter how old or young you are. And I know you love Blaine; that much I can tell.”

Kurt smiled. He felt so safe talking to Mrs. Anderson. Though he had Carole, Mrs. Anderson was like another mother. Even though she had only known Kurt for as long as he and Blaine had been together, she always welcomed him with a warm smile and open arms. During the times where school was rough, he could lean on her for a hug and a listening ear.

“You’re the best, Mrs. Anderson,” Kurt stated. “I can see why Blaine is so grounded.”

She blushed slightly. “Oh, it’s my job as his mom. And please, call me Jane.”

“Can I call you Mrs. A instead? I feel strange calling an adult by their first name.”

“Sure thing,” she chuckled. “Why don’t you go get Blaine? I’m guessing he fell asleep watching the movie. He’s been doing that his whole life. I’m not sure if he’s ever seen an entire movie since he does that so frequently.”

“Okay Mrs. A,” Kurt said. Just as he was about to leave the kitchen, he turned back and looked at her. “And, thanks.”

“Of course.”