“Excuse me, can I ask you a question?” Blaine asked timidly.

Burt looked up from where he was sitting, filing paper work. “Is everything alright with Kurt?”

“Yes, Sir. He is fantastic, that’s actually kinda why I am here,” Blaine started.

“Oh?”

“Yes. You see, Kurt and I are really happy,” Blaine said. He was trying to be as honest as possible with Burt. “I love him, and I want to ask him to marry me.”

Burt raised an eyebrow. “All do respect Blaine, I have to look out for my boy. I have to ask you this next question, so please don’t be offended.”

“Okay,” Blaine said, nervously.

“Now, I hate ask this, but I know your citizenship is coming to an end,” Burt started. Blaine took a deep breath. “Are you leading my son on so you can stay in this country?”

“NO. No, Sir, sorry to yell. I truly and honestly love Kurt. I may be an idiot, Burt. I may not know how to talk to Kurt all the time, but I know I love him, I am sure of that.”

Burt nodded. He knew Blaine loved his son. He knew his son loved Blaine. Anyone could see that from the way they looked at each other. He also knew that this marriage was fake. Burt had two options. He could tell Blaine no, and spare his boy long term heartbreak when the divorce papers were served, but his heart would be broken when Blaine told him the deal was off. It seemed heartbreak was inevitable with option one. Option two would be to let them get married, at least there would be a chance that they would tell eachother how they really feel.

“Okay, I believe you. I give you permission to make my son happy.”

Blaine took a breath of relief. “Thank you, Burt.”

XX

Kurt and Burt were locked in a tight embrace. Kurt had tears running down his cheeks as he said goodbye to his father. Blaine was putting their bags in the car, making small talk with Carole. The two hung back while the father and son said their goodbyes. Kurt knew his father’s cancer was caught early, and there was a good chance they could eradicate it, but he still squeezed his dad tightly.

After what seemed like ages, they let go. Kurt came over and kissed Carole on the cheek. “You two should come visit New York sometime,” Kurt said.

“That would be a fun weekend trip, huh Burt?” Carole said sweetly, wrapping an arm around her husband. “Are you two living together?” she asked out of curiosity.

The boys froze. No, but they probably should be. Carole seemed confused at their inability to answer the question, but Burt didn’t react. That’s when it hit Kurt, his dad knew. Of course he knew! Kurt was never able to keep anything from the older man. Kurt shot an apologetic look at his father and then looked down in guilt. “Actually, Kurt is in the process of moving in,” Blaine said.

“Oh, well we’ll give you a few weeks to get settled before we come down,” Carole answered.

“Wonderful,” Blaine answered with a smile. He noticed that Kurt was looking downward, so he grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly, they were almost out.

“Oh Kurt, I forgot I saved something for you. I meant to give it to you when you first got here. It’s in the house, why don’t you help me with it?” Burt said suddenly.

Kurt looked up, but still seemed distant. He nodded and followed his dad in the house. “Dad, let me expl-” Kurt started.

“Save it. I know what’s going on,” Burt interrupted.

“Blaine told you?”

“No, Blaine thinks I have no idea,” Burt said. There was silence for a few moments before he continued. “He’s going to propose to you know?”

“Yeah. Soon,” Kurt said, not making eye contact with his father.

“Is this what you want? I want you to be happy Kurt, and if this makes you happy, then I don’t have any problem with it. But you gotta look at it realistically Kiddo.”

“I know, Dad.”

“Do you? First of all, it’s illegal to marry someone in order to keep them in the country. Secondly, if you’re doing this because you love him and think-”

“I don’t love him!” Kurt said quickly.

Burt raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, you do. And he feels the exact same way.”

Kurt’s eyes filled with tears. “No, no he doesn’t. He doesn’t want a relationship because it’ll complicate our deal.”

“What exactly is this deal?”

“I’ll marry him so he can stay here. He will give me place to live and support me so I can focus on school and Broadway. He is going to pay off my loans and he even mentioned paying your hospital bills.”

“Will you be happy with all those things?”

“Of course! It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

“Yes, but you have to be with him. It’s not just signing a paper, Kurt. You have to go to dinner with him, have interviews with him. You have to get used to seeing your face on People magazine, having reporters make stuff up about you.”

“I can do it Dad. Maybe it’ll break my heart, but at least I’ll have an amazing career.” Burt was silent for a few minutes, thinking something over. Kurt could tell he wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure if he should. “Out with it.”

“All I am going to say is, maybe you and Blaine could have a relationship.”

“You think I haven’t tried?” Kurt said exasperated.

“I know you haven’t tried hard, because I know you could convince him, Kurt.”

“You seem pretty positive that he likes me.”

“People don’t have sex with people they don’t like, Kurt,” Burt said.

Kurt’s face turned bright red and he looked at his father. “How did you-?”

“You two weren’t exactly quiet,” Burt answered.

Kurt looked at the ground, “I’m sorry Dad.”

“Don’t be, Kid. Am I a little disappointed you didn’t wait until you were thirty? Yeah. But you’re an adult, Kurt.”

Kurt chuckled and hugged his dad, “thank you.”

“Just be careful, Kurt.”

“I will,” Kurt answered. He kissed his dad on the cheek and the two walked out of the house. Carole and Blaine stopped talking and looked at the pair. Blaine noticed that Kurt didn’t have anything in his hands.

“Ready?” the shorter boy asked.

“Yep,” Kurt answered. He shot one last smile towards his father, and said goodbye to Carole again.

XX

Blaine was cruising down the highway towards the airport. It was a rather dreary day, light drizzle outside. Kurt hadn’t said a word the entire ride. He sat there and stared out the window. Blaine could practically hear the boy thinking. He let out a deep sigh and Blaine went to say something, but Kurt spoke first. “My dad knows about us.”

Blaine was at a loss for words. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of what Kurt told him, or the way he said it. No nerves, no fear, just like he were commenting on the weather. “Uh, are you sure? I asked him if I could propose and he said yes. I don’t think he would’ve done that had he known.”

Kurt moved in his chair so that he could look at Blaine. The boy’s chair was pushed forward slightly so he could reach the pedals. His hair was lightly gelled, keeping the curls out of his eyes. The dim sunlight filtered through the window and cast shadows on his tanned skin. He was beautiful. Could I tell him how I feel? Is my dad right? Could Blaine really have feelings for me? That night was amazing, but maybe he was just giving me what I wanted. Just a night of comfort that would be forgotten. He never brought it up again. “No, he knows. That’s why he took me back in the house. He wanted to make sure I was okay. That I am okay.”

“And?”

Blaine looked truly concerned. “Do you care?” Kurt asked.

A look of hurt took over Blaine’s features. “Of course I care Kurt,” he said softly. He looked over at Kurt briefly before turning his eyes back to the road. “I really want you to be happy. I know this isn’t ideal, but I want to give you the best for as long as I can.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Kurt said. Then he turned back to the window and not another word was said by either of them.

XX

Blaine pulled up outside of Kurt’s apartment. “Why do you always drive?” Kurt asked. Blaine was surprised at the random question. “I mean, don’t you have a chauffeur?”

“No. I could, but I like to drive. Just like I don’t have a stylist.”

Kurt hummed, “after we’re married I am going to start picking out your clothes.” Blaine let out a hearty laugh and Kurt smiled at him. The two held eye contact for a moment before Kurt spoke again. “So, I guess I am moving in?”

Blaine smiled so wide Kurt couldn’t help but chuckle. “Do you want to?”

“You told Carole that we’re halfway done.”

“Well, yeah, but if you don’t want to…”

“Blaine,” Kurt said. He set his hand over the other boy’s. “Please take me out of this tiny apartment in this dangerous neighborhood.”

“When do you want to move in?”

“Tomorrow? We’ll still be on vacation days.”

“Sure. Will your roommates need help with the rent here?”

“No. I don’t hardly contribute anyway, Vogue doesn’t pay me hardly anything as an intern.”

Blaine nodded. “I’ll be here in the morning then.” Kurt smiled and reluctantly pulled his hand away. “Goodnight, Kurt.”

“Goodnight, Blaine.”

XX

*BZZZ*

“This is Rachel, who’s there?” came a shrill voice over the intercom.

“Hello. My name is Blaine, I am here for Kurt Hummel. I was told he lives here.”

“OH! Yes. Yes, he does.. Come one up!” came the voice, which had risen in pitch. The door buzzed open and Blaine headed up to the apartment. He knocked on the door as it flew open. “Oh My GOD!!! Santana!! It’s him! It’s really him!” A short girl yelled. Rachel. She pulled him inside as a skinny latina girl walked in.

“Hummel scored a hot piece of ass I see.”

“Tana! Do you know who this is?”

“Yeah. Blaine Anderson. This here is Rachel Berry, and I am Santana. We’re Kurt’s roommates.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Blaine said politely.

“What’s with all the screeching?” Kurt said walking out from behind a curtain. His eyes landed on Blaine. “You’re here early.”

Blaine tore his eyes away from the strip of pale skin showing as Kurt rubbed his eyes. “It’s ten in the morning.”

“What!?” Kurt said, eyes bugging out of his head. “I must’ve overslept.”

“It’s okay. Why don’t I start packing boxes while you get ready?” Blaine suggested.

“What do you mean? Packing boxes?” Santana asked, her eyes narrowing on Blaine.

“You didn’t tell them?”

“Ah, no. They were asleep when I came home, and I’ve been asleep since.”

“Are you leaving Kurt? And for a boy you’ve only been seeing for a few weeks?” Rachel demanded answers.

“We’ve been seeing each other for a lot longer Rach, I just didn’t tell you.”

“Why not!?”

“Because I knew you would react like this. Come on, we’ve been over this. Now, I am going to take a shower. Why don’t you two make yourselves useful and help Blaine pack up my belongings.”

“I call dibs on Hummel’s room!”Santana yelled. Kurt rolled his eyes and walked off towards the bathroom.

“I brought boxes,” Blaine said awkwardly. Rachel glared at him.

“What do you want with Kurt?” Rachel interrogated.

“Oh leave him alone Berry. You’re just mad that Kurt is going to be famous before you,” Santana snipped. Rachel huffed and grabbed a box. “Rachel you pack up Kurt’s kitchen stuff, I’ll pack up his books from the book shelf. Anderson, you start with his room since everything in there is his.”

“Isn’t that invading his privacy?” Blaine asked. He didn’t really want to go through all of Kurt’s things.

Both girls turned to look at him in confusion. “How long exactly have the two of you been together?” Shit. Why would it be weird to go through your boyfriends stuff when you two were about to move in together.

“Nevermind, I’ll just go get started.” Blaine hurried off to the space which he saw Kurt come out of earlier. It was small, and there were already boxes in the corner. Blaine figured with the limited amount of space he hadn’t been able to unpack all of his things.

Blaine didn’t want to touch Kurt’s clothes because the taller boy would kill him he ruined them. Blaine decided to start with some pictures over on a shelf. He set them carefully in a box and marked it ‘fragile’. About twenty minutes later and everything was packed in Kurt’s room, except for his clothes and few furniture items. Blaine eyed the small nightstand and bed. He didn’t have room for either in his house, hopefully Kurt would be okay parting with them. Then he realized he hadn’t taken anything out of Kurt’s nightstand. He grabbed a half full box and sat on the edge of the bed. On top of the stand was a pair of reading glasses sitting on top of a book. He put the book in the box and picked up the glasses. He imagined Kurt in them and shuddered. That was sexy image. Blaine tried the glasses on. He moved them on and off, trying to see the difference they made.

“Having fun?”

Blaine jumped. He hadn’t heard Kurt come up, nor had he seen him watching him from the doorway. Blaine looked down, embarrassed. Kurt laughed and walked over to him, taking the glass from him and putting them on. The real thing was far sexier than the image Blaine conjured up in his mind. Kurt was in a dark pair of jeans and a button down shirt. Casual.

“I’ve finished everything except for your clothes and the rest of this,” he said waving a hand over the nightstand.

“Yeah, I don’t have much in stuff. I will need and extra closet or two at your house though,” Kurt said jokingly as he wandered over to decide how he should pack his clothes.

He heard a drawer slam shut and a small voice say, “maybe you should pack this.”

Kurt walked out of the closet with his face screwed up in confusion. What did he have in that nightstand? Oh! That birthday present Santana had given him last year when she found out he was still a virgin. Kurt rushed over to where Blaine was and opened the drawer. Yep, there was the dildo she had gotten him.

“It’s not mine,” he said quickly. Blaine looked up at him with his eyebrows raised, looking around the room as if to say, ‘then why is it in here?’ “Okay, it is mine. But I’ve never used it, I don’t even know how. It was just some stupid gift from Santana.”

“Kurt,” Blaine said, gently grabbing his hand. Their touch sent a spark down Blaine’s arm. “It’s okay. Whatever you do when you’re alone is…. all you.” Kurt flushed red. “Wait, you don’t know how to use it?” Kurt shook his head. “That night, at your dad’s,” Blaine started carefully because he knew Kurt never wanted to talk about it again. “That wasn’t your first time was it?”

Kurt looked down embarrassed. He didn’t see the the immense guilt on Blaine’s face. “It was.” Blaine let go of Kurt’s hand and walked out of the room. Kurt heard him ask where the bathroom was and then heard the door close. He thinks I am disgusting. What twenty year old is still a virgin? Kurt took a deep breath and walked out into the living room. He saw that the girls had got all of his things in boxes and they were sitting by the front door.

Blaine came out a few minutes later and looked at the boxes. He went into Kurt’s room and came out a minute later with boxes in his hands, setting them next to the others. The girls helped while Kurt packed up his clothes. Soon they were hauling all the boxes down to the car. It was tight, but they were able to fit all the boxes.

“So this is it?” Rachel asked, her tone sad. Kurt nodded. Blaine felt guilty again. He was taking Kurt away from his friends; yet another thing he was taking.

“Why don’t you follow us to my house. Then we’ll bring the boxes in and you can take Kurt out to lunch, you know to celebrate.”

“That’s a wonderful idea!”

XX

Getting Cozy Zz

Just a week ago we saw Blaine Anderson and his boyfriend out enjoying the moonlight. Now we see a car full of boxes. Could this mean Bachelor of the Year Anderson is shackin’ up? We did a little research and found out the man seen with music’s biggest hottie is Kurt Hummel, an intern at Vogue. It’s no surprise that Blaine pursued this next door crush- Hummel is Hot!

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XX

Blaine’s house was gorgeous. It wasn’t huge, and he certainly could afford bigger, but he never had the need. Downstairs was an open floor plan, with a bathroom and guest room in the back. The kitchen and living room flowed into each other. The decor was simple, and so clean. The glass steps led up to two adjoining rooms, perfect for their situation.

Blaine put all of Kurt’s stuff in the room connected to his. The girls took Kurt out for the afternoon, announcing that he was theirs for the next few hours. Blaine didn’t mind. He turned music up really loud and started to unpack Kurt’s stuff. He had no plans for the day so he figured he could surprise Kurt.

An hour later and Blaine had just finished unpacking. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his shirt because he was overheating. He walked down to the kitchen and started making a sandwich. His music was still up so he didn’t hear the door open.

Kurt left lunch early. He wasn’t feeling up to it. It still bothered him the way Blaine reacted when he found out that he had taken Kurt’s virginity. Kurt walked into the kitchen and froze, eyes locking on Blaine. The shorter boy had his headphones in and was dancing around the kitchen, getting out mayonnaise and bread.

Kurt’s eyes roamed his chest, down to the v of his stomach. He was covered in sweat, which Kurt would normally find disgusting, but right now all he wanted to do was lick it off the other boy. Kurt whimpered at the thought, thankfully Blaine didn’t hear him. Kurt walked over to the island which Blaine was standing at, spreading mustard on the bread. He pulled out a stool and sat down.

Blaine finally noticed him and pulled out his earphones. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” Kurt answered. “Nice outfit.”

Blaine blushed. “I can go put a shirt on if you’d like.”

“Nah. That’s alright.” Kurt said.

Blaine nodded and finished making his sandwich. “How was lunch?”

“It was alright. I’m going to miss them, even though I hardly ever saw them.”

“I’m sorry. Kurt. I wish I didn’t have to take you away from them.”

Kurt looked up at Blaine. “I agreed to this Blaine. I knew what I was getting into. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry I didn’t tell you I was a virgin. I didn’t mean to gross you out.”

“What?” Blaine asked softly, sandwich stopping midway to his mouth. “You don’t think that’s why I walked away earlier do you?”

Now it was Kurt’s turn to look confused. If that wasn’t why then what could it be. “Well, I-um,” Kurt stuttered.

“Kurt,” Blaine interrupted. He set his sandwich down and walked around the island to stand front of Kurt. He placed his hands on Kurt’s cheeks and made the boy look him in the eyes. “I got upset and walked away earlier because I was so mad at myself.” Kurt’s eyes widened in shock. “I took something from you that you will never get back, and I am nobody. I am not special, I’m a fucking horrible person is what I am. I walked into your life and tipped it upside down.” Blaine dropped his hands from Kurt’s cheeks and ran them through his own curly hair. “I made you lie to everyone you care about; I am going to take away your first proposal, your first marriage. I just- I was so mad and upset when I found out I took your first time, too.”

Kurt stood up from the chair and threw his arms around Blaine. Sweat was soaking into his shirt but he didn’t care. He buried his head into the crook of Blaine’s neck. “If you’re a horrible person for asking me to do all those things, then I am a horrible person for agreeing to them.”

“No, Kurt-” Blaine started but he was cut off.

Kurt lifted his head and rested their foreheads together. He lifted his thumb to Blaine’s lips, the rest of his fingers resting along the boy’s jaw. “I asked you to have sex with me that night. You didn’t take anything from me. I asked you.”

Blaine scrunched his eyes shut to keep the tears in. He had been so mad at himself. Now he was trying to forgive himself. Blaine gave a soft nod but Kurt could tell he didn’t believe it. Kurt slid his thumb off of Blaine’s lip and replaced it with his own. Gently, he kissed Blaine until the younger boy believed Kurt was serious.

Blaine pulled back and looked into Kurt’s eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered. Kurt smiled.

“Of course. Now, what do you say, you go get in the shower, I’ll throw your clothes in the washer, and then we’ll watch a movie and eat ice cream.”

“That sounds wonderful!”