By Thursday, Kurt and Blaine were having a hard time keeping their lips off each other. They often found themselves making out on the couch in the living room of Kurt's apartment and the second their heard noise, they'd break apart instantly in fear Puck would catch them. Kurt wasn't sure why he didn't want Puck knowing. Maybe it was because he didn't want the disapproving looks or comments. Kurt didn't want to feel any more worse about his affair with Blaine than he already did. He wondered if that were even possible.

Blaine commented once that it had been a very long time since he had to split apart from someone because someone might catch them. "I think the last time was in high school when a friend came over for a long weekend from school." They both laughed and Kurt shared that he had never had the experience because he didn't start dating until college.

At night they cuddled close, wearing only pajama pants. Often times one was resting on the other's chest as they spoke. They talked about everything. They swapped stories of what it was like when they lost their virginity, but didn't divulge their number of partners. Kurt didn't offer his number because it was so small and he didn't want Blaine to think he was inexperienced. Blaine didn't come close to saying his number because he didn't want Kurt to think he was a whore, which he once was, but that was beside the point.

Blaine talked about his family and asked more questions about Kurt's. Kurt asked about Blaine's brother who acted in commercials and talked about his mother and how she died when he was eight.

They talked about competing against each other in show choir and couldn't believe that they'd been on the same stage before and could have met years ago. Everything and anything was on the table for discussion. They laughed and every now and then Kurt would become introverted and his guilt would creep up on him, but Blaine found ways of pulling Kurt out of it. In the end Blaine just decided, "When you're with me, you're with me. When you're talking to him, you're his. Think of it like you're living a dual life. You're one person when you're with me and another when you're with him."

Kurt licked his lips and thought deeply. "You mean you want me to forget that this is wrong?"

"Yes." When Kurt didn't respond, Blaine took it upon himself to show Kurt another example. He kissed him softly and rolled him over so that he was lying on top of him. He nibbled behind his ear and nuzzled his neck. "Does this feel wrong?"

"Mmnn," Kurt moaned gently. "No."

Blaine lifted his head slowly and place another kiss on Kurt's lips. "Then it should be easy to forget that cheating on Vin is wrong. All you have to do, when you're with me, is remember this feeling and know how right it feels."

"How it feels doesn't change that fact that it is wrong."

"Can you just pretend that we can have a relaxing time in bed without bringing up how awful your infidelity is?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and tilted his head away from Blaine. "Because that makes it so much easier to forget," he said sarcastically.

Blaine smirked and repositioned himself. His arms were now underneath Kurt's shoulders. "Oh come on. I was kidding. You're not an awful person."

"Yes I am."

"Kiss me."

"No," Kurt stated with a grin.

"Yes. Kiss me." He puckered his lips.

Kurt turned his head away again. "Nope. You said I was an awful person."

Blaine pulled himself up a little and nuzzled Kurt's neck, knowing by now that it was a weak spot for him. "No, you said you were an awful person. I said you weren't." He started peppering small pecks up and down his neck. "Kiss me." No answer. "Kiss me or I'll keep doing this."

"That's not a threat."

"The threat is that I'll make you like it so much you'll never want to leave this bed."

Kurt stretched underneath Blaine and made a groaning, morning tired noise. "Done," Kurt said with a smile. No sooner than that, Blaine put his lips softly to Kurt's, and Kurt's cell rang from the bed side table. Blaine groaned and continued to kiss down Kurt's neck as Kurt reached for his phone.

His heart still raced whenever he saw Vin's name on the screen for stupid reasons like: What if he can hear Blaine breathing? It was like getting caught when no one was there to walk in. He showed his phone to Blaine and Blaine rolled his eyes and rolled off Kurt.

Kurt cleared his throat and answered the phone "Hello? No. I'm awake."

Blaine got off the bed and stretched. He scratched his head and rubbed his eyes before grabbing his pajama pants off the floor. He slept in his boxers last night just to see Kurt's face when he slid off his pants. Kurt's expression of stunned silence and arousal was well worth the action. He left the room as quietly as possible and went to the bathroom to give Kurt his privacy on the phone.

He took a shower and Kurt was still on the phone when he got out, so he ate a bowl of cereal and laid down on the couch, turning the TV on. His clothes were in Kurt's room, so he did all this in his towel.

By the time Kurt came out of his room, he had been on the phone with Vin for over an hour and a half. That was much longer than normal. He came looking wide awake now, but not entirely as happy as he was when the phone rang. He sat down on the end of the couch.

Blaine was only slightly sad that Kurt didn't stare like he usually did at the sight of Blaine in a towel. He got over it when he saw Kurt's face. Since their agreement to not discuss things about Vin, Kurt didn't offer anything, but Blaine felt bad that Kurt was sad again so he broke the rule. "Okay, what's the matter?"

Kurt looked over at Blaine and gave him a look. "I thought you didn't want to hear about my conversations with him?"

"Yeah, but you're clearly upset. What's wrong?" For a second, the thought that Kurt might have broken up with Vin popped into his head.

"I'm not upset. I feel pressured. This is my annoyed face." Kurt circled his face with his index finger and Blaine grinned.

He was secretly happy that Kurt was annoyed after a conversation with Vin. "Why?"

"Vin's mother is having a surprise birthday party. She's turning sixty."

"Sixty? Really? How old is Vin?"

"He's the baby of five kids. She had him when she was in her thirties."

"So… you're annoyed that she's turning sixty?" Blaine nudged Kurt playfully with his foot. His upper thigh was now visible through the slit in the towel.

Kurt didn't notice. He was inside his own head. "No. I'm annoyed because Vin wants me to go with him to the party and meet his very disapproving family and I don't want to go. I mean, it's her birthday. Think about it. What's he supposed to say? 'Hi, Mom. Happy birthday. You know how you hate that I'm gay and think I'm going to burn in hell? Well, here's my boyfriend. We're fucking and I'm moving in with him. Yep, I'm still gay and still your least favorite son because of it. Hope you like him!' Yeah. That'll be an awesome birthday present for her; her gay son bring over the guy he's having gay sex with."

"I doubt he'd say that."

"It doesn't matter. That's all they're going to hear. I could be telling them that I have my Master's Degree from NYU and my father is a congressman, and all they're going to hear is: Fuck my ass. Suck my dick. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Blaine laughed out loud. "Now, if only everyone's parents were like yours, we'd have a peaceful country."

"At least a more accepting one."

"What did he say when you told him no?" The moment Blaine said it, he realized that Kurt never told him he wasn't going. It suddenly bothered him to think of Kurt with Vin and Vin's family, no matter how disapproving they might be.

"He wasn't happy." Blaine almost sighed in relief. "Then we argued over it and he kept saying that he doesn't want me there just to have someone to go with. He said that he wanted me there as support for him because he wanted to show his family that he's happy and there's nothing different about his life than there's except that he's with another man."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him I was uncomfortable with the idea because a birthday isn't the day to be making a point to a stubborn parent."

"So you're not going?"

"No. I am." Kurt turned away and sat back on the couch with his arms crossed on his chest.

"But you don't want to." Blaine sat up and re-covered himself with his towel. "Is he making you?"

"No. He's guilting me into it. I feel bad, so I'm going."

"What do you feel bad about? You don't think it's appropriate for you to be there, so you should stick to what you think is right."

"He wants the support."

"At the expense of your uncomfortability."

"He thinks I don't want to meet his family. Out of the couple times I've been to Vermont, I've never met his family. Not that those times have anything to do with me not wanting to. I just never have. He thinks I'm avoiding them. Then he jumped to thinking this was about him and maybe I didn't want to meet his family because I don't want him to meet mine."

"It it true?"

"No. He's met my brother."

"But not your parents?"

"No. He just doesn't get it. I'd meet them, just not at a surprise party for his mother. Hell, I'd be willing to set up a family vacation with my parents to meet his in Vermont."

Blaine looked down at his feet. Not for any reason in particular. He just didn't want to look at Kurt while he was thinking about how much he didn't want Kurt to go. That was the moment Kurt chose to look over at Blaine. "What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing." Blaine started absently rubbing his leg hair at the bottom of his right leg.

"No. It's never nothing. What's on your mind?" No answer. "Oh. Something I said upset you, didn't it? Damn it. Blaine, I knew you didn't want to hear about my phone conversation." Kurt sighed and felt bad again.

"No! It's not that. It's just. Well… you'd be willing to set up a meeting of your and his parents when you aren't sure if you want to be with him?" The thought bothered Blaine more than he wanted it to. Vin was Kurt's boyfriend and it shouldn't bother him because Vin, by his very title, comes first. The boyfriend comes before the guy you're having an affair with.

Kurt stared at him with an open mouthed expression. "I, uh… I guess I wasn't really thinking when I said that. You're right. I shouldn't do that."

"You mean, you weren't factoring me into the situation. It's okay, Kurt. It's tough, but it's honest."

"It's just that this thing with you and me is still new and it still kind of feels like we're friends most of the time… who make out and flirt with each other."

Blaine licked his lips and gave Kurt a little smile. He thought the comment was a little funny. "I guess that's a good thing? Kind of?"

"What do you mean?"

"My brother, Cooper, is married to a girl whom he's known since they were kids. They didn't start dating until, like a four years ago, or something, and they got married last year, but he says he's married to his best friend. He said that he likes that he went for his best friend instead of some other chick because they have no secrets between each other because she's known him almost their entire lives. My parents say that when you find someone you want to marry, it doesn't come down to what they look like or how much money they make. It comes down to: can you see yourself wanting to spend every day with this person. Cooper said that marrying his best friend was the best choice he's ever made. Who better to spend the rest of your life with than someone you can consider, not just your significant other, but your friend?"

Kurt bit his lip. "Not that I don't think that's an amazing point and the right thing to do, I just don't really want to talk about marriage."

"Oh my god! You thought- Shit. Babe, I didn't mean-"

"Babe?"

Both men went silent. "Sorry," Blaine confessed. "It just slipped out."

"It's okay. Really. It- I just didn't see that coming."

"Yeah," Blaine said slowly, embarrassed. "Maybe I'm a bit too comfortable with the idea of us, when you're not even sure what you want?" It came out as a question.

"Maybe I'm just getting better at separating what I do with you and what I do with him better than I thought. Look, Blaine. I'm sorry. I know I keep apologizing and you keep telling me to stop apologizing, but I mean it. I don't know what I'm doing. It feels natural to be with you and do what we're doing, but I can't deny that I really have feelings for Vin. I… I love him… in my own way. And I know it seems that if I really loved him, then I wouldn't be doing this with you, but I can't stop coming back to the thought that he was supposed to be you."

"So, if I was there, at Jericho, that night you met Vin, you think you would have ended up with me?"

"I don't know. I mean, maybe. I know I went there looking for you because I was interested and attracted. I didn't know if you were into me, but you admitted to flirting with me and coffee was so great when you randomly showed up there, I thought… maybe." Kurt was talking really fast and curling in on himself, not sure if what he was saying was coming out the right way.

"I was… into you." Blaine blushed and turned his head down to itch behind his head as an excuse to hide his face. "I, uh… I actually went toothuckuffay" he muffled the last part of his sentence."

"What?" Kurt leaned in a little. He didn't catch the last part.

Blaine took a deep breath and sat straight, looking Kurt in the eyes. "I went to the caf�. The one where I saw you and you ran off before I could give you my number. I went there almost everyday for a long time. I was hoping to run into you again."

"You did?" Kurt smiled closed mouthed. He was flattered.

"Yeah." Blaine blushed again, but didn't hide it this time. "I didn't know how else to find you and I didn't know why, but I was interested… very interested… and definitely attracted. They smiled at each other. "You know, your eyes sparkle when you smile like that."

Kurt smiled wider, showing his dimples. "Yours do too." He didn't hesitate. Kurt leaned forward, hovering over Blaine as Blaine lowered himself backwards onto the rest of the couch. He captured Blaine's lips between his own and slid his tongue across Blaine's bottom lip. As their lips continued to move against each other, Kurt's hand roamed south. He meant to just touch Blaine's chest and stomach, but he was between Blaine's legs and decided to run his hand down Blaine's leg as far as he could reach and run it back up again. It took all of two seconds to realize that there wasn't any clothing covering Blaine's legs. He felt the softness of the fresh towel wrapped loosely now around Blaine's waist and quickly sat up. "Oh my god, you're only wearing a towel!"

Blaine laughed at the fact that not only was Kurt just now realizing his lack of clothing, but his reaction was so surprised that it was comical. "That's because I just got out of the shower and was waiting for you to get off the phone so I can get dressed. My clothes are in your room, remember?"

Kurt's eyes were very obviously roaming around Blaine's legs, stomach, and chest. God, he's a beautiful man. How can one person look this good? He gulped loudly and stood up. "You should go get dressed. I need to take a shower." He didn't wait for Blaine to respond before turning on his heels and rushing to the bathroom. He barely heard Blaine laughing as he clicked the lock on the bathroom door.