Friday night dinners were a main staple in the Hummel household. They had started after Kurt's mother died as a kind of family connection time. They were used for talking, bonding, and catching up. They continues when Carol and Finn joined the family and Blaine had been invited to come every Friday since Kurt told his dad about their friendship. Finn's girlfriends were also invited and often came.

Kurt especially enjoyed his father's comfort ability around Blaine and talked to him like he was another one of his sons. Kurt got the impression that Blaine really liked it when Burt gave him advice or talked to him sternly because it was like being a part of a family away from him own. He seldom talked about his own, but Kurt sensed there were tensions that the Hummel home did not have.

Kurt and Blaine held hands under the table during dinner; he rested his arm on the back of Blaine's chair and played with the curls on the nape of his neck during the table chatter; Blaine kissed the back of Kurt's hand before their entwined fingers let go when Kurt stood to help Carol serve desert. Their behaviors were accepted and in fact encouraged by the way Carol "awwed" at their actions and how Burt would poke fun at the "ones making googly eyes at each other." Friday nights were everything that the boys looked forward to each week.

"Kurt, have you thought about what you want to do about last night?" asked Burt as he took a bite of ice cream.

Kurt froze, then remembered his dad thought he's been sleepwalking, "Um… I'm going to just wait and see if it was a one time thing."

"What happened last night?" Finn asked.

Blaine coughed as he choked on a piece of his pie. Kurt shot him a look as he shoved Blaine's water in his hands. He accepted the water and smiled into the glass when he drank. "Sorry. I'm fine," he said when Carol asked if he was okay.

"Kurt's sleep walking again. Tracked half the garden in with him," Burt explained.

"Again?" Blaine asked. "You sleep walk often?" Kurt put his head down and made an embarrassed face.

"He's been doing it on and off since he was a kid."

"Really?" Blaine asked the question like the word had five e's and three y's. Kurt knew a story was coming and his blushed.

Burt chuckled. "I used to walk around the house every morning and see what was different." He gestured to the table. "I'd wake up to a fully set table for six, he'd be asleep in the bathtub with all his bedding, the furniture would be Feng Shuied, he re-wrapped all his Christmas gifts one year." Everyone was laughing except Kurt. He was embarrassed.

"Thanks Dad," he said trying to be a good sport.

"Kurt, you're my son and it's my right as a father to do this to you when you bring someone home."

"I think it's cute," Blaine added. "Those are all things you'd do anyway. Except sleep in a tub…I think." He rubbed Kurt's back and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Do you guys have plans this evening?" Carol asked addressing everyone.

"Yeah," Finn replied. "We're going to Puck's."

"His mom is letting him have another bonfire. Everyone from Glee club is going," Kurt added, knowing Carol would ask.

"I'd prefer no drinking from all three of you," Burt began, "but if you do, you'd better call here for a ride. I'd rather ground you than pay for medical bills." He took another bite of pie and Finn eyed Kurt. They'd be flipping a coin later to see who'd be the designated driver. "That goes for you too, Blaine," Burt continued. "You're not my kid, but I'll ground you from this house for a month." Blaine smiled. He felt like part of the family.

"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed.

"I mean it, Kurt. He's dating my son and sleeps at my house; he can follow my rules."

"No, it's fine, Mr. Hummel. You're right. You just want to know Kurt's with a responsible guy."

"I don't want to see you being scraped off the side of the road either, Blaine."

"Thanks." Blaine smiled again as he took the last bite of his ice cream and pie. Kurt saw the expression on Blaine's face. He felt included.

"Kurt, I'm pretty sure I have a pair of jeans in my car," he said turning to his boyfriend, "but can I borrow a shirt or something? I'd really like to not show up to a party in a Dalton uniform."

"Of course! Dad is it okay if Blaine comes up to my room this one time?"

Burt eyes the two boys suspiciously. "Fine, but don't take too long and, Kurt, you better not be in there when he's changing."

"Outstanding!" Kurt beamed. "Yay! I get to dress you!"

"Kurt, I mean it," Burt said sternly. "No funny business."

"I don't mean physically dress him. To dress someone also means to style them or pick out their clothes." Blaine and a very giddy Kurt stood up from the table.

"Don't take too long. I'll be up there to check on you if you do."

"Dad! You can NOT rush fashion." He said this seriously. Carol and Finn laughed. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and dragged him from the dining room. They made it to the staircase when Blaine stopped.

"I have to get my pants from my car." Kurt was way too excited he forgot. Blaine hadn't been in his room since before they started dating.

The curly topped brunette leaned in with warmness and kissed Kurt on the cheek tenderly. "Go on up. I'll be right behind you." Kurt made a face that read: "did you actually say you'd be behind me?" Blaine winked. Kurt released his hand and watched Blaine walk out the door. He did as Blaine told him to do and went up to his room.

Blaine made his way to his car and popped open his trunk. He grinned wildly as he looked at the array of clothing items and stifled the want to laugh that he tricked his way into Kurt's bedroom.

He selected Dalton Academy labeled pajama bottoms for later, a gray v-neck t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and thought he'd give the pleasure of completing his outfit with a sweater and/or scarf to Kurt, He placed everything in a backpack and swung it over his shoulder before closing the trunk of the car. He returned through the front door only to face Burt who was just entering the room.

"You're spending the night tonight, right?" Burt asked.

"Yes, Sir. If that's alright?"

"It always is. I'll make sure Carol sets up the futon in the office for you."

"Thank you." Burt nodded and Blaine took that as a sign that he could go.

"Oh, Blaine," Burt called as Blaine started on the stairs. Blaine stopped and looked his way. "I give you and Kurt a hard time about being alone in his room and all that, but I wanted you to know that it's only because I'm not ready to know that my son is…you know… active." He struggled to find the ability to say "sexually" to his son's boyfriend. "I love my son and while I don't understand your lifestyle, I support it fully."

Blaine felt his heart start to pound heavier. "I know you love him. I wish my father loved me the way you love Kurt. I wish he cared whether or not I was alone with a boy." He winced. "For the record…" he paused. "I love Kurt too."

Burt exhaled a deep breath. "Yeah he mentioned that last night."

"He did?" Blaine asked looking excited. Burt nodded. "If it makes you feel better, Kurt and I haven't even discussed being…active." Burt stared not knowing what to say. "I know that being gay seems like it might be all about sex to someone who doesn't understand," Blaine say Burt's expression twitch when he said the word sex," but Kurt and I really enjoy being together. He's the warmest person I ever met. I'm content enough to just be in his presence."

Burt thought for a second, proud that Kurt had fallen in love with some who clearly love him. "So if I walk up there, I won't catch you two sucking each other's face off?" he asked trying to sound comfortable.

Blaine blushed and couldn't help the smile spreading across his face. "Well, maybe. We may not be having sex, but affectionately, I really like kissing him." Blaine saw the expression on Burt's face change when Burt broke eye contact. "I'm sorry. Too much information."

"No. No. I appreciate your honesty. Kurt would never be this open. I appreciate you telling me your intentions are honorable. So, thank you."

"I've never been able to talk to my father about anything never mind being gay. I tried, but he pretty much swept it under the carpet with everything else. It's a shame really because they'll never know how Kurt is so much better than any girl that could come into my life." His eyes glossed over and he smiled. "I love Kurt… and he makes me feel like any injustice I receive from my family is okay because I'd rather have all that if it means I get to keep Kurt too."

Burt smiled slightly back at the innocent boy on the stairs and felt an overwhelming push to hug him like he'd hug Kurt, but he didn't. He had to remind himself that this was not his son. "I try really hard with Kurt, but if you ever need to talk to someone- an older type guy… you can, well- I'm here, Blaine."

Blaine nodded his head in gratitude. "Thanks, Mr. Hummel." They stared at one another for a few moments before Blaine continued up the stairs.

He walked to Kurt's room in a daze, thankful for the conversation he had with Burt. It had been a while since he'd been in Kurt's room, but it smelled the same: lotions and fabric softener. He loved how clean it smelled.

He didn't see Kurt when he walked into the room. He put his back down on a chair and felt hands slide up his back and over his shoulders. He could feel Kurt's breath on the back of his neck.

Kurt slid his hands around to the front of Blaine's chest and curled his fingers over his blazer. "Can I help you with this?" he asked.

Blaine closed his eyes and breathed in the moment. "Yes," he said simply.

Kurt tugged at the jacket and guided it off Blaine's shoulders and down his arms until he was free of it completely. Kurt slung it over the back of the chair that held Blaine's back pack.

Blaine turned to face Kurt and the two looked deep into each other's eyes. Blaine flicked his eyes down to Kurt's lips and swallowed hard. In an instant, he captured Kurt's face between his hands and pulled the taller boy to him anxiously. Their lips met with a passionate crash. A moan quickly left Blaine's mouth when he felt Kurt's fingers pulling at his shirt, untucking his white button up shirt from his pants. Blaine grabbed Kurt by the waist, still kissing him feverishly, and pulled him forcefully against his body.

Kurt's tongue massaged Blaine's intruding tongue and bit down gently on his lower lip. Blaine moaned once more as his tongue licked the roof of Kurt's mouth and dug his fingers into the tender skin around his love's hips. He swallowed a growl as he pulled Kurt closer.

Kurt pulled his head bad just long enough to speak. "Say it," he said before Blaine crushed his lips again. "Tell me you love me." He parted his lips and allowed Blaine entry. He felt his boyfriend's fingers digging into his skin. The pain sent waves of arousal through him. "Uhng. Tell me."

"Mmm. I love you." He said it quickly, feeling the need to taste him again. "I love you so much." Blaine plunged his tongue back into Kurt's mouth, sliding it along the edges of his teeth.

Kurt pulled back and looked into Blaine's wild eyes. They were both breathing heavily. Kurt reached out and cupped Blaine's cheek. Blaine nuzzled into it and kissed his palm. Kurt brushed Blaine's lips with his thumb.

Looking at Blaine intently, he extracted his hand and reached for his tie. He untied the strip of fabric slowly. Blaine tried to help unbutton his shirt, but Kurt gently removed his hands and put them back down at his sides. He worked each button carefully as Blaine placed small, chaste kisses on Kurt's face. Kurt picked up Blaine's left hand and then his right, unbuttoning his cuffs. Once finished, he kissed his boyfriend tenderly on the lips and watched in awe as he spread the shirt horizontally across his chest and over his shoulders.

Blaine's body was perfection. All his muscles were visible. His back was smooth; his chest sprouted dark curls that matched the hair under his navel. Blaine's eyes followed Kurt's gaze and back again. He watched as Kurt's ice blue orbs raked over his bare chest and cheeks flushed pink. Blaine took Kurt's left hand and placed it on his chest. He covered it with his own hand and Kurt felt the heart beating beneath. Blaine's heart was pounding. He uncovered Kurt's hand and let him decide what to do on his own.

Kurt fanned out his fingers and slid his outstretched hand up. He traced Blaine's collar bone with his index and middle finger slowly and moved his hand downward grazing every chest hair. He added his other hand and felt Blaine's abs with both.

The gentle touch tickled and sent a shiver up Blaine's spine. "Say it," he whispered barely audible.

Kurt looked up into Blaine's eyes as his hands traveled lower to Blaine's pants button. "I love you." It was louder than a whisper, but said simply with no inflection.

Blaine inhaled, his breath ragged. He felt his pants fall to his feet. "I love you," Kurt said again.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt. Right as their lips touched they heard the distinct sound of Kurt's father clearing his throat from the bottom of the staircase. They achingly pulled apart from each other and smiled. "I'll be down in a minute."

"I knew you had a trunk full of clothes in your car." Kurt smiled and gave Blaine a quick kiss.

"Did this surfice as a make-up?"

Kurt's eyes raked over Blaine's body again. "Mmhmm," was all he could muster. "Can we finish making up later?"

Blaine gave him one last lingering kiss. "Most definitely."

Kurt sighed and turned to the door pouting. "You're too good looking for your own good. One of these days I'm going to take advantage of you and you're not going see it coming." He reached the door and was half way out when Blaine stopped him. "Don't tempt me with a good time." He winked. "'Cause if you don't follow through, I may just cry and we'll have to do this again to make up."

"Hmm. I'll keep that in mind." Kurt took one last look at his boyfriend's body and swooned before being shutting the door.