"Dad! I'm home!" Kurt yelled when he walked through the door with Blaine. The house was silent, but smelled of Carol's spaghetti sauce. No one answered him. Kurt and Blaine kicked off their shoes on the mat at the door and Kurt hung his book bag on the coat hanger above the shoes.

"You're dad doesn't know anything about last weekend does he?" Blaine asked.

"I never said anything." Kurt shrugged. "Why?"

"I feel a little out of place because I don't want him to regret being too accepting of me only to hate me for making his son cry."

Kurt rested his forearms on Blaine shoulders and stood close to him. He looked deeply into his eyes. "You don't have anything to worry about. If he acts weird, I'll talk to him and makes sure he behaves himself." He slid closer and kissed Blaine to reassure him.

Blaine sighed into Kurt's kiss, feeling the comfortablness he missed so much the past week, and caressed Kurt's bottom lip with his tongue.

Kurt opened his mouth, moaning quietly at the touch of Blaine's tongue. He moved his hands back and palmed Blaine's neck with both hands, tracing his jaw line with his thumbs. Blaine held Kurt close, pressing his body to the taller boy, fanning his tense fingers out across Kurt's back. They're heads moved to and fro in unison enjoying the pleasure of one another's taste and vigor.

Kurt moaned once more before invade Blaine's mouth with his tongue.

"Ahem," Burt faked. The boys separated immediately, both of their faces turning beat red. Blaine kept wiping his mouth while Kurt turned his lips inside his mouth and bit down. "Sorry to make you detach yourselves from each other, but dinner's ready." The boy remained silent and unmoving. "Nice to see you, Blaine."

A simple hello was all he could manage. Burt turned to walk out of the hallway and Just before he left, he looked back at his son. "Oh, and Kurt? We're eating spaghetti tonight, not Blaine."

"Yep. Got it." Burt walked out and Kurt turned to Blaine and laughed once his shock died down. Blaine did the same and removed his blazer, hanging it on the coat rack. "Come on," Kurt said, still giggling a little. They both walked into the dining room and avoided eye contact with Burt.

Blaine pulled out Kurt's chair for him and pushed it in, trying to be a gentleman, and took his seat next to Kurt.

Dinner was a bit more quiet than Friday night dinners are, but comments and conversations were had here and there.

"Kurt, Carol showed me the plot of the sunflowers that you two made this weekend." Kurt smiled encouragingly at his father, whom he knew had no interest whatsoever in gardening, or how amazing their back yard looked, but was trying to be supportive of not only his son, but his new wife. "It looks like it's going to be great. Really nice."

"Thanks, Dad. I'm honestly surprised we haven't run out of room with all the planting we've done this season."

"It really does look great, Mom," added Finn. "It doesn't even look like a backyard. It looks like something out of the Secret Garden or something."

Carol beamed. "Well, chalk that one up to Kurt. He plotted everything out very nicely and perfectly." Kurt smiled, feeling loved and appreciated.

Blaine looked on adoringly at the porcelin skinned boy as Kurt took a long sip from his water.

"Blaine, have you seen our garden?" Carol asked.

Kurt coughed, spitting half the water in his mouth back into the glass then choking for air. Blaine smirked as he patted Kurt's back. "Went down the wrong pipe," he said when he was able to catch his breath and everyone was looking at him oddly.

"Not really, no," Blaine said. He flicked his eyes over to Kurt for a moment as he smirked again. "You can smell everything from the sidewalk out front though. It's lovely."

"Kurt will have to show you everything sometime. He really worked hard on mapping everything out for us to plant various things."

"I'm not surprised. He usually does work every hard at everything he does." Blaine stole a wink at Kurt when no one was looking.

Kurt looked at him blankly while thinking, Really? You have to make sexual innuendos about me to my parents? You suck!

"Sweetheart? What's for dessert?" Burt asked after no one added to the conversation.

"Oh! It's a surprise. Kurt will you help me?"

Without saying anything, Kurt stood and collected his dishes along with Blaine's and followed Carol into the kitchen.

The remaining boys in at the table talked about Spring Training in the MLB and the possibilities of the teams after trades had been made.

Carol and Kurt returned from the kitchen, Kurt with a bowl in each hand, Carol with two in one hand, one in the other. "Ice cream sundaes!" she exclaimed.

Kurt place the bowl in his left hand in front of Blaine. "Can Blaine and I eat our ice cream outside in the Garden?" Blaine looked up at Kurt with raised eyebrows.

"I don't see why not," Burt answered. Kurt smiled nervously and looked down at Blaine as he gestured with his head in the direction of the kitchen.

Blaine stood up with his bowl and followed Kurt out of the dining room through the kitchen to the garden in the back yard. He shut the door behind him when they reached the outside and took a seat next to Kurt on what Kurt called the "love swing."

"It's a love seat, but it's a swing. Although, I haven't seen two people sitting on this since I was little." The two boys sat unspeaking on the swing, for a few minutes taking a bite here and there from their sundaes. Blaine's mouth watered when he watched Kurt slowly pick up a cherry with his fingers and put it into his mouth. Kurt wasn't titillating Blaine on purpose, he had no idea that Blaine was watching him.

Blaine abandoned his sundae after a few bites and put it under the swing and out of the way, leaving it to melt. Kurt eyed Blaine carefully and did the same.

Cautiously, Blaine looked at Kurt as he put one arm around Kurt's shoulders and held Kurt's hand with his other. His movements were unsure, as if doing them for the first time. Kurt got the idea that Blaine was nervous because of this.

"Your backyard looks different in the light," Blaine stated with a grin.

"You mean, you actually looked?"

"What can I say?" he leaned sideways and bumped into Kurt's shoulder. "I'm attracted to beauty."

Kurt flushed a soft pink and smiled. I remember this feeling, he thought. This is happiness. He felt like he did the first time him and Blaine got together before Regional's. He was feeling that completely calm feeling where you're content with sitting in silence and nothing running through your head.

"I saw Zach today," Blaine said with his head down.

Kurt turned his head abruptly with wide eyes toward Blaine. "You did?"

Blaine nodded. "I sort of threatened him." Kurt stayed silent, feeling it was inappropriate to defend Zach. Blaine breathed deep and exhaled in a sigh before speaking again. "I miss this." He lifted their entwined fingers and gestured to their connection. "I saw him and it reminded me of when thiswas broken. He'll always be that for me: the one thing that separated our unity. What happened really made me realize that you and me aren't a fairy tale. Even if we ride off into the sunset together, there will always be another morning; another day with obstacles for us to hurdle over just to get to another sunset."

Kurt was getting nervous. He didn't know quite where Blaine was headed with his discourse. He started slowly. "So… what are you trying to say?" Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and Kurt's heart jumped. No! Please don't do this! Then Blaine did something that triggered a memory.

He got up off the swing and knelt down in front of Kurt and placed his hands on Kurt's knees. This was the same position he put himself in when he told Kurt he loved him for the first time. He looked up at him not meaning to show Kurt his puppy dog eyes, but did so inadvertently. "Seeing Zach today got me thinking. Before this afternoon I dismissed everything that happened because of what you said on Monday. You were right on all counts. So I tried to let it go and focused on just you; on how badly I'd hate life without you. Then I saw him and I realized that I can't dismiss what happened, how it made me feel. And it brought me back to the thought that we aren't a fairytale. And if we're not, then that means we're real. We'll fight and cry, but we'll also laugh and love." He paused. "And that's way better than living in a story with a beginning and an end because our love isn't like that. We don't have an end."

"We're forever?"

"And ever."

Kurt slowly let out the breath he was holding. "You scared me for a minute." Blaine cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy, his face serene. "I couldn't tell from what you were saying if you'd changed your mind."

Blaine chuckled breathily and stretched up towards Kurt, puckering his lips. Kurt leaned down and softly touched his lips to Blaine's. They pulled back and Blaine stood up, bringing Kurt to stand with him. "So, is it safe to assume that you want to be with me too?"

Kurt smiled as if to say 'don't be silly.' He rested his forearms on Blaine's shoulders and twirled his fingertips in the curls on the nape of his neck. "Last Fall I fell in love with a boy at Dalton Academy. He took my hand and walked down a hallway with me before even knowing my name. He made it okay for me to be me. He showed me that I could have pride in what I am and that happiness is something that I could actually have. I couldn't let him go." Kurt stared lovingly, his eyes glazed over, into Blaine's honey orbs.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and held him close, tucking his chin in the crook of Kurt's neck. "You are talking about me, right?"

Kurt giggled. "I love you, Blaine," he said with a heartfelt tone.

"I love you too, Kurt." Blaine pulled away and palmed the side of Kurt's neck, stroking Kurt's jaw line with his thumb. "You're so beautiful."

"You say that so often and it never gets old," he laughed playfully.

Blaine felt eyes on him and flicked his eyes over Kurt's left shoulder and then back to gaze upon Kurt's baby blues. "I really want to kiss you."

Kurt made motion to lean in and kiss Blaine.

Blaine curved his head to dodge Kurt's advances and brought his lips very close to Kurt's ear. "We have an audience," he whispered.

Kurt whipped himself around and saw his father in the window. He wasn't looking at them, he had his head looking down. "Stay here," Kurt ordered as he stomped back in the house. "Dad!" Kurt hollered when he slammed the door behind him.

"What?" Burt asked innocently.

"Get an eyeful?"

"What? I'm soaking the dishes."

"No! You're spying. You haven't soaked a dish since Carol and Finn moved in."

"You guys are really touchy feely."

"That's none of your concern!"

"It's not?"

"No, it's not!"

"Kurt, first of all, quit yelling, I can hear you. And second, I was only looking in on you because after this past weekend, quite frankly I'm surprised you asked him over. I wanted to make sure you were all right."

"All right?"

"Yes, I'm not blind, Kurt. He left in the middle of the night, you mope around everyday after that, and then suddenly he's over for dinner and you guys are all over each other again. I may not know too much about a lot of things, but I'm not stupid, Son. I know you two got into a fight and based on how you were acting this past weekend, it was pretty bad; so, yeah, I was concerned."

Kurt made a grumpy face, but paused to think about what to say next. "Well, we're fine. I'm fine. Can you please leave us alone now? Enough people stare at us as it is while we're having a private moment," he winced at just how true his statement was, especially after last weekend, " I'd like to think that I can escape from prying eyes in my own home."

Burt thought for a minute and knew Kurt was right. "Okay, Kurt. I'll leave, but you're sure you're fine?"

"Did it look like I was trying to get away from him in any way, shape, or form?"

Burt chortled. "Uh, no." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Just behave yourself."

"I'm only going to show him the garden and then we'll be back inside."

"Okay." Burt rolled his eyes again and walked out of the kitchen.

Kurt huffed and went back outside to see Blaine examining the greenery on their archway. Kurt's anxiety went away and he smiled. "It's ivy. It's kind of great actually because you water it, and it grows itself. We bought a little string of it and it's grown up and around the archway without us having to place it."

"Everything okay with your dad?"

Kurt huffed again. "Yeah, he's just being overprotective. I got him to leave the kitchen, but he told us to behave."

Blaine smirked and linked his fingers with Kurt's. "Behave? Does he think we'll act foolishly?"

"No, I think he doesn't want to know that we might be fooling around."

Blaine started backing up, pulling Kurt with him towards the shed. "Now, why is that so bad?"

Kurt grinned and stole a glance back towards the kitchen windows. No one was there. He let go of Blaine's hand and covers his eyes. "1,2,3,4."

"Kurt what are you doing?"

"5,6. Counting. 7,8,9,10."

"You want to play Hide and Seek?" Blaine laughed, his eyes sparkling.

"11,12,13." He uncovered his eyes. "Better run." He covered them again. "14,15,16..." He counted all the way up to fifty before uncovering his eyes again. He looked around. Blaine was nowhere to be seen. Kurt smiled to himself, happy that Blaine was playing along. "Ready or not, here I come," he announced.

He immediately headed for the shed, thinking Blaine would be hiding behind it. To Kurt's surprise, he wasn't there. Next he looked behind the wooden fence that separated the flowers from the vegetables. He wasn't there either. At the far edge of the yard was a section of Rose bushes in a U shape around a fountain. There was a bench over there that was hidden by the height of the bushes, Kurt smiled. Roses, he thought. He made his way over to the bushes, traversing through different rows of flowers and plant life. He loved how big and vast the yard was.

He rounded the corner of the hedges and there Blaine was, lying on the bench with his hands behind his head, pretending to sleep. Kurt smiled and approached him. He put his index finger delicately on Blaine's forehead.

Blaine opened his eyes and smiled up at the porcelain skinned cherub above him.

"Found you," Kurt said sweetly.

Blaine grabbed Kurt and pulled him prostrate on top of him. "I guess that means I'm 'it.'" He pecked Kurt on the lips.

Kurt looked deeply into Blaine's eyes. "You are most definitely it…" he paused and looked away coquettishly, "…for me." He looked back.

Blaine licked his lips and arched his neck up to meet Kurt's lips. Kurt leaned his head down, his lips already parted and blended his lips with Blaine's. Blaine kissed him softly.

Kurt could feel Blaine's tongue caressing his bottom lip, asking permission to enter Kurt's mouth. He opened his mouth wider and Blaine took the opportunity to deepen his kiss.

Blaine loved kissing Kurt. He was such a romantic kisser. He loved the way his tongue felt when they tangled them together. He loved how smooth his teeth and lips were. He loved how he tasted. He loved how his skin smelled when he was that close to him.

He felt Kurt shiver above him and he wrapped his arms around Kurt's back tighter, running them up and down repetitively to warm Kurt's body. He realized that Kurt didn't shiver because he was cold when he felt Kurt's growing arousal on his thigh. His own member twitched and their kissing intensified.

Kurt traced kisses along Blaine's jaw and down his neck. Blaine moaned, his breathing becoming heavy. "Kurt, you're turning me on." Kurt smiled into Blaine's skin and continued kissing sucking his lower neck. "Maybe- ah," he moaned. "We're supposed to be behaving." Another moaned escaped him. "Maybe we should slow down?"

Kurt stopped and looked back at Blaine, confused. "Misbehaving implies that we're doing something wrong." He ground his groin into Blaine's, elicited a low sounding "Mmnn" from Blaine. "Does this feel wrong, Darling?" He gyrated his hips slowly a few times.

Blaine's eyes rolled behind his head for a second as he replied, "Mm-mm." He licked his lips and took a deep breath.

"And I don't fool around with bad boys. You're not a bad boy are you?" Kurt teased. He leaned his head down and place a chaste kiss of Blaine's lips.

"No," Blaine whispered. He could feel his erection in his pants pleading to be released from its fabric encased prison.

"What was that?" He gyrated his hips again slowly with more pressure.

"Uhgn. N-no. G-good boy. I'm a good boy." How is Kurt not having the same reaction I am? Blaine thought. He's rubbing his cock up against mine.

"Good." He captured Blaine's earlobe in his mouth and sucked gently. "I like good boys. Good boys deserve rewards." Kurt sucked on his earlobe again. Blaine could feel Kurt's breath in his ear. It made him shiver and it turned him on more.

"Ahh," Blaine moaned. "Mmnn, Kurt?"

Kurt slowed his movements, interested in Blaine's questioning tone. "Yes?" He looked at his love and played with his hair.

"I'd hate to, Mmnn, disrupt you, but unless you are going to do something about the growing problem in my pants, I'm going to cum in my pants from just you humping the shit out of me." He was breathing heavily and was surprised he got all that out.

"Oh," Kurt replied, concerned and happy. He snaked himself down the bench and began massaging Blaine's groin through his pants. "I wouldn't exactly call this a problem." Kurt peered up through his eyelashes seductively at Blaine as he undid the button and zipper to Blaine's trousers. He wasted no time in extracting Blaine's swollen dick and ran his tongue up its length. He dipped his head down onto Blaine and filled his mouth as best he could.

Blaine's eyes rolled behind his head again. He covered his mouth with one hand and practicly yelled: "Shit-ohmygoddamnit." It came out sounding muffled and like one word. This pleased Kurt as he dragged his teeth on Blaine's length on his way up. Blaine couldn't keep his hands still and didn't know what to hold onto. He covered his eyes and ran his fingers through his curls. The feeling of Kurt pulling his lips back over his dick and stroking the base caused Blaine to softly yell out another four letter word followed by a gasping moan.

Kurt picked up his speed, swirling his tongue and massaging different areas of his cock. He decided to try something a little different and kept his head still as he pumped Blaine's dick into his mouth and rolling his tongue. Blaine was in sheer ecstasy, but knew he couldn't last long, not with how good Kurt was at sucking his dick. He couldn't help himself as he grabbed at Kurt's head and thrust into his mouth. It took a lot of effort to make sure he wasn't being too rough or gagging him.

He thrust up again and again into Kurt's mouth, releasing moan after moan, praying no one would catch them or hear them. "Ah, Uhgn. Fuck. Kurt I'm gonna-" He felt Kurt's lips tighten around his dick and he let Kurt finish him off. He exploded down Kurt's throat and Kurt gently bobbed his head, riding out the orgasm until Blaine began to soften. He swallowed every bit of Blaine, and gently removed him from his mouth and tucked his tender cock back into Blaine's pants. He pulled himself back up Blaine and Blaine captured Kurt's lips with his own. Kurt noticed Blaine was a little sweaty.

Blaine reached his hand down and cupped Kurt through his pants. He stopped kissing him and looked at him confused, still a little out of breath. "You're not…" He trailed off, concerned at what he was feeling. Kurt was completely soft. Somewhere between kissing and now, his erect cock deflated.

Kurt smiled. "No, sorry. I didn't want to stay hidden for too long unless someone came looking." He was pleased with himself.

"But, I-" he wasn't sure how to phrase what he wanted to say. "I want to return the favor." He pouted.

Kurt kissed Blaine's pouted lips. "Later," he cooed. He kissed his flustered boyfriend and stood up. Blaine sat up in the same motion as Kurt. He grabbed Kurt by his hips and pulled him close. He realized his face was at a perfect height to give Kurt a blow job.

"Please?" He begged sweetly.

"You must go nuts on Christmas because you LOVE giving gifts."

"Just to you." He smiled and ran his hands down Kurt's legs. "I love pleasing you. I love being the one that makes you come undone. And the sounds that come out of your mouth are incredibly sexy."

"Kurt!" yelled Finn from the house.

Kurt turned his head to the house. "What?"

"Your dad says it's getting dark and you two should come inside."

"Be right in." Finn disappeared back into the house. "See. Someone came looking." He leaned down and kissed Blaine's forehead gently. Blaine stood and the two walked back in the house hand in hand after retrieving the bowls from under the swing.

A half hour later.

Burt and Carol were in the Kitchen after having finished the dishes together when Burt headed toward the door that lead to the living room. "Where are you going?" Carol asked.

"I was going to watch TV."

"No, you can't. Blaine and Kurt are watching a movie in there."

"Okay, then I'll watch TV in our room." He headed toward the door again.

"Wait! You can't go in there."

"Why?"

"Because they're seventeen year old boys and need privacy. They're not allowed in Kurt's room, so give them the living room."

"If they're seventeen year old boys, then that's all the more reason for me to walk through the living room. To strike fear in their minds that they might get caught doing…" he paused uncomfortably at the thought that his son might be sexually active. "…stuff"

Carol walked over to the swinging door and propped it open slightly. "Burt. Look. Does it look like they're about to do anything?" Burt peered through gap Carol had created and smiled sweetly as he exhaled.

Blaine was lounging on the couch while Kurt lay with his head on Blaine's chest. One of Kurt's hands where intertwined his Blaine's while other was tuck under his own chin. Blaine's free hand was unconsciously playing with Kurt's hair. Every now and again, they'd both look at each other lovingly and then turn back to the TV screen. Burt continued to watch, but Carol finally let the door swing shut.

"And you want to ruin that by making them fearful?"

Burt made a face. "Fine I'll use the hallway door."

"Burt?" She stopped him again. Burt turned to look at his wife. "How does it make you feel when you see Kurt and Blaine like that?"

Burt's face immediately softened. It usually did when he thought of his only born son, this time there was a peacefulness to it. "You know I'm not very good at talking about my feelings." he paused. "But to see my son love someone who loves him back; to see him so happy, and proud, and comfortable; it makes me proud and it makes me think that his mom would say that I did something right. Kurt's lot in life hasn't been easy and I don't know if it will ever be easy, but seeing the way he is with Blaine, it gives me hope that he can at least be happy."

Carol smiled and walked to her husband. She kissed him on the lips and then held him tightly. "You're a wonderful father."