Blaine and Kurt stumble into Blaine's apartment and shut and lock the front door behind them. They had gone from the launch party to a rowdy bar with their friend group, sans Sebastian and Adam, and had consumed all the more alcohol they would need to be fairly drunk. Neither holds their alcohol particularly well, so it hadn't taken a lot for them to reach that point.

Blaine immediately puts his hands on Kurt's hips as they kiss heatedly and walks him back against the door. Kurt has his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Santana went to Brittany's, which gives them the apartment to themselves. "Bed. Now." Kurt growls into Blaine's ear and he moans softly in response.

"You are so drunk right now." Blaine says, and Kurt giggles. Blaine decides not to mention how it shattered the sexy front that Kurt had just put up.

"I know. Stop complaining." Kurt kisses Blaine again as Blaine lifts him, as he slides his legs around Blaine's waist. Their lips don't lose contact and Blaine walks them through to his bedroom, toppling back on his bed so Kurt falls on top of him. "Why do we have so many clothes on?" Kurt says, sitting up on Blaine to shed his suit jacket. Blaine sits up, Kurt still straddling his lap, and does the same. Kurt grimaces for a second before throwing his suit jacket from the bed and letting it sit on the floor. Blaine follows before fumbling to undo his bowtie while Kurt unbuttons his shirt, and then they work in tandem again on Kurt's. Kurt strips his undershirt and then, finally, they are both shirtless. Blaine captures Kurt's lips in a kiss again as they free themselves from their pants, Kurt only moving off Blaine momentarily out of necessity. They become a mess of clumsy kisses, letting out a whole mixture of noises- giggles, moans, and low growls. Kurt rolls his hips down sharply against Blaine's, and both delight in the change of contact.

"You're so beautiful, Kurt," Blaine says, and Kurt smiles so much he practically radiates. They continue kissing a little longer, enjoying the simple being together, revelling in their alcohol induced appetites. They slept together enough while sober, but as soon as they had enough alcohol kicking in they got very handsy very quickly. Kurt had managed to reserve himself until the end of the night, only passing a few teasing comments in Blaine's ear, and it wasn't until they got into a cab together that they totally lost it.

"What do you want, baby?" Kurt whispers by Blaine's ear.

"Fuck me, Kurt," he replies boldly. Kurt nods and leans off the bed to find the condoms and lube he knows Blaine keeps in his draw by the bed, since they had used them before. And yet, tonight was that much different. They had never done it this way around- Blaine had never bottomed, and Kurt decides not to question why he was doing this now. Blaine never said things from left field when he was drunk, and Kurt figures that he has been thinking about this for a while and only with the liquid courage did he dare ask for it from his boyfriend.

"Are you sure about this, B?" Kurt asks hesitantly as he opens the lube bottle and pours some onto his fingers.

"Positive. God, Kurt, I want you so bad." Blaine leans up to kiss him some more, and Kurt doesn't pause before responding, crashing their lips together messily.

"Roll onto your stomach, honey," Kurt advises, but Blaine shakes his head. Kurt quirks an eyebrow at him and asks, "No?"

"No. I want to be able to kiss you."

"Okay." Kurt climbs off Blaine, who pouts at the loss of contact, as he settles between Blaine's legs. Blaine adjusts himself so Kurt has full access as he begins to circle his hole lightly. Blaine shivers under Kurt's touch, and inhales sharply as Kurt slowly slides his finger into him. "Have you done this before, Blaine? To yourself?" Kurt knows better than anyone just how much he had done it, after all- but that wasn't what he was asking.

"Just a few times... it doesn't feel this good, you don't get the right angle." Kurt looks at Blaine, asking for permission. Blaine nods and Kurt adds a second finger, stretching, curling his fingers, eliciting a moan from his boyfriend. "Kurt, I don't know how much longer I'll last... I just need you." Kurt moves up the bed to kiss Blaine again. He hovers above him for a moment as he aligns himself and then slowly pushes in. Blaine closes his eyes tightly, and Kurt kisses him again softly. "You can... you can move." Kurt begins to move as per Blaine's request, and they quickly sink into a rhythm to rock together. It's over for them both far too soon, and as they come they moan into each other's mouths, neither reserving any sounds. Kurt pulls out and discards the condom before he settles in next to Blaine.

"Was that okay?" Kurt asks, pressing a kiss into Blaine's shoulder. He tilts Kurt's chin and kisses him deeply.

"So much more than okay."

They wake up the next morning to the sound of Santana banging on the door to Blaine's room. She opens it without waiting for a response and says, "If you two are done with being hungover there's food in the kitchen. I'm going to go hide in my bedroom- even though I don't really care about seeing your junk and I'm the person you should be least worried about- so you don't have to get dressed yet, okay? And you should probably hang up your suits." She smiles sweetly before she leaves and Blaine waves his hand in thanks.

Kurt groans into Blaine's shoulder. "Our suits are on the floor."

Blaine laughs, kissing Kurt's forehead. "I know, Kurt. There were more important things happening last night than hanging up suits." Kurt smiles slightly and draws Blaine in for a long, lazy kiss. Blaine smiles beneath his lips as everything that was so wonderful about their drunken night together comes flooding back to him. He didn't care how much part the alcohol had had in the results, because it had been intimate, new, exciting, tender, loving. There wasn't any part of it that he would to change.

"Santana knows that." Kurt says breathlessly as he breaks away from Blaine, sounding almost genuinely concerned.

"Santana knows all. It's actually kind of worrying how hyperaware she is to my sex life." Kurt shakes his head, and Blaine laughs softly again. Blaine and Santana just didn't have the same boundaries to their friendship as Kurt and Rachel seemed to. Whereas Kurt and Rachel gossiped avidly with one another, Santana and Blaine didn't have any reason to. They knew before they were told.

They get up then and put on their underwear and old t-shirts of Blaine's. As Santana had said, there was plenty of food in the kitchen. Blaine wasn't sure why she would have gone to such effort to set it all up for them, but there were croissants and fruit, coffee and juice. They eat in quiet domesticity, just comfortable being around one another and sharing soft smiles. Santana walks out later, and Blaine is quick to thank her for breakfast.

"Oh, don't flatter yourselves. This is all the leftovers from when I snuck into Sebastian's apartment this morning. Party poppers just didn't feel appropriate," She explains, "I totally stole your key. Sorry, B."

"That's okay. Greater good and all that, right?" Blaine replies.

"You have a key to Sebastian's apartment?" Kurt asks. Blaine shrugs nonchalantly.

"Who else would he trust with his spare?" Kurt laughs and kisses Blaine on the cheek, successfully distracting him long enough to clear his plate away. Blaine pouts, but when Kurt points out that he was never going to finish it anyway he relents, and pats his stomach thoughtfully.

After they shower and dress Blaine leads Kurt out into the wintry air and they walk to Kurt's apartment so he can put his suit away properly and change, since he is wearing Blaine's clothes again. Kurt complains the whole way there that it is far too cold to walk and that they should have just stayed at Blaine's place, even after Blaine wraps an arm around him and pulls him as close as possible. They finally get into Kurt's building and then his apartment and Blaine can't help but kiss the red tip of Kurt's nose as they hold hands in the elevator. Kurt had far bigger things on his mind and resorted to simply squeezing Blaine's hand lightly.

He knows he should tell Blaine the real issues, but it just isn't the right time yet. Worrying about the weather is childish, as he constantly reminds himself.

Kurt listens intently outside his apartment door, checking for any sign that Rachel might not be decent before they enter. The door is unlocked, so Kurt hazards his chances. He had seen both Rachel and Finn in various stages of undress, but neither was something he wanted to relive again anytime soon. "Hello?" He calls out as he steps inside, flanked by Blaine, still uncertain as to whether or not he should proceed.

"Kurt!" Finn greets as he walks over to the door, thankfully fully clothed and apparently freshly showered. He hugs Kurt enthusiastically, who does his best to return the sentiment.

"Hey, Finn." Finn releases him and gives Blaine a puzzled look. "Oh, this is my boyfriend, Blaine. Didn't you two meet last night?" Blaine is quick to extend his hand to Finn, who takes it and gives him a pat on the shoulder.

"Good to meet you, man." Finn says, though the look on his face is much less hospitable and much more don't-hurt-my-brother.

"Is Rachel around?" Kurt asks.

"Uh, yeah, she went into the bathroom about half an hour ago."

"Great, well, we'll be in my room." Kurt pulls Blaine through and gets to hanging up his suit neatly in his wardrobe while Blaine perches on the edge of Kurt's bed. "They fucked, as predicted."

"What makes you say that?" Blaine challenges.

"I know Finn, and he doesn't shower that regularly for any reason. So he's only done it for Ray. Which is sweet, sure, but not only does it say that they hooked up, but that they plan on doing it again. It's just time they started trying long distance again, because this arrangement isn't working out for me."

"But think of how often you would have an excuse to stay at my place, if they kept at it like this," Blaine teases, "You can stay even without a reason, you know?" he walks over to Kurt and wraps his arms around his waist, dropping kisses to Kurt's neck. Kurt straightens his suit another time on the hanger and then lifts Blaine's arms so he can swivel around to face him, sliding his arms around Blaine's neck. They kiss for a few moments, until they are interrupted by a loud and high pitched peal of laughter from the other room. "That's Rachel?" Blaine clarifies, and Kurt nods, leaning his head against Blaine's shoulder.

"I think I might have to go back to your place with you." He says with a sigh.

"I wouldn't complain. What's happening with your parents?"

"Oh shit, I totally forgot. I'll call my dad." Kurt slips away from Blaine and dials his dad's number, and Blaine resumes his seat on Kurt's bed. He watches as Kurt holds the phone to his ear with one hand and uses the other to leaf through his wardrobe and search for an outfit for the day. "Hey, Kurt," Burt answers, "What can I do for you?"

"Hi dad! I was just wondering about what you and Carole were up to today. Have you checked out of the hotel yet?"

"We had to check out a while ago, so we dropped our bags off at your place. Rachel said you weren't there. Not working on a Sunday, right?"

"Right, no, I um, went for a run this morning." Blaine chuckles behind Kurt and he turns to shush him. "When is your flight? Do you want to do something before you go? At least let me take you to the airport."

"Slow down, bud. Our flight isn't until this evening. Carole and I would love to see you boys, and Rachel and Blaine too, if they like."

"Okay. Do you have any ideas?" Kurt asks, knowing that they had already done everything touristy on their previous visits.

"I really do want to just spend more time with my kids, if you aren't too busy. If Finn's busy, well, I see him all the time," Burt laughs, "Where do you want to meet?"

"I'll just check with Finn and Rachel." Kurt walks out to the living room to find them in the middle of a very heated make out session. He is hardly surprised, and clears his throat, covering the phone. "Finn, our parents want to do something with us today, if you aren't busy. So um, should I tell them to come over here, or..?"

Rachel pushes Finn off of her and stands up, straightening her dress. "Tell Burt and Carole to come over here," Rachel says, "we still have some of your cookies, right, Kurt? I managed to keep your brother out of them last night."

"Don't pull the 'your brother' routine on me! He's your soulmate!" Finn smiles dorkily as Kurt leaves the room again. "Sorry for that dad, Rachel says to come over to our apartment." Kurt continues.

"We'll be there soon, kid. See you then." Kurt says goodbye and hangs up, and then flops down onto the bed beside Blaine, lying on his back with his legs over the edge. Blaine lies back too, taking Kurt's hand.

"So what's happening?" Blaine questions.

"They're coming over here. Rachel and Finn seem to be on good terms, and I'm going to fight to keep it that way. I still need to get changed and decide what to wear tomorrow, since Finn is hanging around New York a little bit longer."

"You have nothing to be worried about. Do you want me to help you pick something to wear?" Blaine offers, and Kurt laughs. Blaine considers it a small victory.

"Oh, sweetie. You know I love you, but I would never let you touch my wardrobe." So instead Kurt gives Blaine a strict list of hair and skin products to collect from around the apartment for him, while he selects his two outfits. He cleverly plans to reuse the same pair of boots to reduce how much he would need and chooses pieces that keep accessorising to a minimum. Finally he gets changed and packs up his other outfit in a bag for the next day. Eventually, after a quick make out session, they hear the sound of Carole and Burt in the other room and emerge together, hand in hand.

"Hey, bud," Burt greets, and Kurt goes over to hug him. Blaine shakes Burt's hand politely, and at his insistence agrees to call him by his first name. Rachel runs around serving drinks for all the others and making sure there are cookies out on the coffee table, before she finally settles down herself. Kurt is quick to scold his father for taking more than one cookie.

"So Blaine, what do you do?" Carole asks.

"I'm a photographer- I actually work with Kurt at Mode D'Etoiles. I'm the artistic director for the newest advertising campaigns." Blaine replies.

"How long have you two been together, again?" Finn says, and he says it in a way that affirms he simply hadn't been listening the last time he was told.

"A month," Kurt answers, "but it's been two since we met." Carole and Burt smile supportively, and Finn just mumbles a 'huh' and takes another cookie. Rachel watches him intently and clearly tries very hard not to slap it from his hand.

"It doesn't sound long enough, does it?" Rachel says. Blaine and Kurt look at one another and smile.

"Definitely not." Blaine agrees.

"But it's like Santana said, it may only be a month, but we've spent a lot of time together for that. Most couples would only see each other a couple of times a week when they first date, right? But for us, we've spent all day together at work, including most lunches. That doesn't even begin to cover all the weekends and Friday nights." Kurt explains.

"That much time together, huh?" Burt asks, and they both nod. "Don't you get sick of each other? Run out of things to say?"

"Do you and Carole ever have that happen?" Kurt quips.

"Well, no, but we've been married for years now. We worked hard to have the relationship we have-" Burt starts. Kurt interrupts him.

"What about when you don't have anything to say? Is it awkward?"

"No, but Kurt, we're adults-"

"So are Blaine and I, dad. We spend the time together because we want to. We're soulmates, remember? I love him. I really do." Kurt is in a near whisper as he finishes, though he started so clearly. Blaine draws a heart in Kurt's palm, and he squeezes in response, showing that he understands. The unspoken I love you was everything that he needed. He stands up and excuses himself to the kitchen, claiming to be getting a glass of water. Blaine looks at him questioningly, raising his eyebrows. Do you want me to go with you?

Kurt shakes his head. No. He offers him a small smile. But thank you.

Carole slaps Burt's thigh and he jumps. "What was that for?"

"You can't talk to him like that, okay? He knows what he's doing." Carole says, keeping her voice low enough in hope that Kurt won't hear the exchange from the kitchen. Two of her three men were totally overreacting, and Kurt seemed incredibly on edge. Her third man seemed completely passive and unresponsive to the scene around him.

"But-"

"No, Burt. There is a time and a place for the tough father act, okay? What he needs from you is the usual, soft Burt who will give him all the hugs he needs, talk to him on the phone for an hour anytime he calls, and tease him about watching football." Burt sighs in defeat.

"You're right. I'm sorry. To you too, Blaine."

"Tell Kurt that, Burt." Finn says, gesturing to the kitchen. Burt nods and gets up, leaving the other four in silence. Blaine bites his lip softly as looks towards the kitchen, completely unsure of what could be happening. He hopes that everything will be okay. Carole shifts where she is sitting so she is next to Blaine.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. This is so out of character for him." She says, rubbing his shoulder softly.

"No, it's fine, really. I'm just worried about Kurt. He said he had such a good relationship with his dad, and he was so excited about spending time with you two. He wanted me to get along with Burt so badly, and now he's hiding in the kitchen."

"Burt will get over himself. He always does. I thought he had. He's just as worried about Kurt as you are, sweetie, and he doesn't like change. He can't bring himself to let his little boy go. They have an amazing relationship, and he's usually how he was last night, all hugs and inviting everyone to dinner all the time."

"Yeah," Blaine replies, "I'm sure everything will work out." They sit quietly, Carole rubbing Blaine's shoulder again every so often. Finn and Rachel keep giggling as they attempt to feed each other pieces of cookie, but they soon realise it isn't as romantic as they had thought it would be. Burt and Kurt are talking so quietly that they can't hear them. When the eventually come back Carole moves back to her previous spot, and Kurt sits on Blaine's lap, resting into him heavily. He seems tiny, but he and Burt seem to be back to their old ways of relationship. He kisses Blaine firmly, with purpose.

"It's going to rain soon." Kurt says quietly. Everyone else looks over at the window, and agrees with him. The sky was turning darker and the clouds were getting heavier- exactly what Kurt had been terrified of earlier. "Can we go soon? I don't want to bring an umbrella too."

"Sure," Blaine responded, "how soon?"

"Um, very, if you don't mind?" He looks around the room as he says it, and no one protests.

"We have some more time, if you want to stay though, Burt and Carole." Rachel says politely. Kurt thanks her silently, and Rachel doesn't miss that indication.

"It was nice to see you all again," Blaine says, nudging Kurt from his lap. He shakes Burt's hand again and hugs Carole at her insistence, and then gives Finn a fist bump. Kurt follows him, hugging all of his family members tightly. Blaine leaves to collect Kurt's bag, ever the gentleman. He knows, as does everyone else, he was only going to give Kurt a few moments to talk to his parents. Rachel pardons herself too, and busies herself with some typical tasks elsewhere.

"How often do you two stay at each other's apartments?" Burt asks.

"Not all the time. We haven't been together all that long, you know?" Kurt hopes that he doesn't sound guilty, because it had ended up being a near weekly event. It had been a big month with so much more significance happening to them than was normal for most first months that couples shared.

"Sweetie, you may have only been together for a month, but you may as well be married. You're honeymooning, but at the same time you have all that stability and confidence. Relax, Kurt, we like Blaine, we always knew that we would. You're an adult and we trust that the decisions that you make are the right ones. There is no such thing as moving too fast." Carole counsels before she hugs her step-son tightly again. Blaine reappears with Kurt's bag, having taken far longer than necessary. Kurt makes a mental note to fill Blaine in on his conversations with each of his parents in his absence later. They put their coats and shoes on and leave together, Blaine carrying Kurt's bag the whole way back to his apartment.

When they get inside the rain promptly begins, some crazy miracle having happened that meant they avoided it, much to Kurt's thankfulness. "Looks like we just missed the rain," Blaine comments as he shrugs his coat off. Kurt kisses him softly and decides to launch into his retelling.

"...So I think my dad is okay, even though he pretty much definitely knows that you deflowered his little boy and will potentially separate us at Christmas. I think Carole will fight for us, though. She loves you." Blaine scrunches his nose up at the thought of being so close yet so far from his boyfriend, the closest he can manage to a grimace. Kurt giggles and kisses his nose.

"Santana is here tonight, I think. I mean, I haven't heard otherwise." Blaine knows that he's changing the subject, but it was something that needed to be said sometime. A flash of lightning strikes the sky and Kurt freezes with wide eyes, his arms still in place on Blaine's shoulders. "Kurt?" the thunder rolls and Kurt whimpers slightly, Blaine takes him into his arms and holds tight. "Are you scared of the storm, honey?" Kurt curls his arms around his boyfriend and sniffs back the first feelings that he might cry.

"Mmhmm," he gets out, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, Kurt, no," Blaine says softly, "You never need to be sorry for being afraid. We'll get through it, okay?" Kurt nods. "What do you usually do?"

"Um, I try to hide, shut it out. It's silly."

"It's not. Come on." Blaine keeps an arm firmly around Kurt and leads him to his bedroom. They climb under the covers on Blaine's bed and sit cross legged facing each other, the sheets over their heads, holding hands between them. Blaine leans his forehead on Kurt's, and Kurt shuts his eyes tightly, anticipating the next flash. Blaine strokes Kurt's knuckles soothingly with his thumb, remaining totally calm, focussing purely on his boyfriend who so clearly needs him. The storm sounds again and Kurt flinches. Blaine simply tilts his chin up slightly and kisses him delicately but with purpose. Kurt's breathing returns to normal again.

"I love you," he mumbles, leaning into Blaine again.

"I love you too, honey. I'm here. Always here."

"Oh god, the storm's getting closer."

"Shh, we're okay. You'll be okay."

"Mm. Thanks."

"Anytime." They stay in the same position until the rain audibly lightens up, at which point Blaine kisses Kurt, who then decides he can brave getting up. "Do you want to talk about this, Kurt?" Blaine prompts gently. Kurt nods.

"I... I think the fear comes from after my mom died. It was just really stormy the day after her funeral, and all I wanted was for her to hug me and make it all go away. My dad didn't know what to do."

"Does he know about this?"

"Yeah, but I got so good at hiding from him- from everything- that he probably thinks I grew out of it."

"Oh."

"I'm mostly scared that the storm means I've lost someone else I love so much, Blaine. You just being here... it helped a lot. I need that reassurance that you're with me. Besides, Rachel is a lousy cuddler. She just doesn't get it." Kurt smiles and Blaine laughs.

"Do you remember when I told you that you shouldn't be afraid to let your guard down around me, because I will always find those moments when you're yourself?" Blaine asks, and Kurt nods, "this was one of those times, Kurt, and I'm so glad that you let me be with you for it. Come here," he says, and he opens his arms to Kurt who settles into them.

"So what are you scared of?"

"Um, can we maybe leave me as a big fearless man right now?"

"I want to know, Blaine."

"Fine, okay. I'm scared of abandonment. I'm terrified that people will leave me, or forget about me. When I was six my mom was running a little bit late to pick me up from soccer practice, and everyone else had left already. I thought she was never coming. My coach and his son stayed with me until she arrived, but it was the longest ten minutes of my life. When I got into the car I started crying, and she had a really hard time calming me down. There was a lot of apologising, and she explained where she had been, and what to do if it happened again. I got an emergency cell phone when I was eight and my mom realised that it wasn't a one off after it had happened so many more times in those years. The worst time was when my mom was away so my dad had to pick me up. My mom would text me when she left the house, saying that she was on her way- before practice had even finished. But my dad didn't do that. He turned up on time, but he was late enough that I got to my phone, saw that he hadn't texted me and panicked." Blaine sighs, and Kurt shushes him softly.

"I'm never going to leave you, B, you know that?" Blaine nods, and Kurt relaxes his grip on him so he can kiss him. The door flies open and then closes softly. They spring apart.

"Oh shit, I just ruined a moment," Santana says, "I'll just head out again and we can do this over, okay?" Blaine laughs.

"Come here, Tana." He calls, and she closes the door and heads over, and doesn't even flinch when Blaine wraps his arms around her.

"Well, isn't this cosy." She says, and Blaine relaxes the hug. "I wasn't complaining, B. What are doing for dinner?" She walks towards the kitchen and throws open the fridge. She may have killed their moment, but it was perfectly welcome. They wipe their still watery eyes and begin to relax, welcoming the shift from their fears.

They were always going to be there for each other, and that was clear.