It wasnt often that Blaine blushed in front of Kurt. He was a performer in all aspects of the word, and very little seemed to sway him around his boyfriend. They could be getting off in the back of a car in broad daylight and he wouldnt be shy at all, yet when they were sitting in Blaines room after West Side Story rehearsals, he had his face buried in a pillow.

"Urpyaspedevwevavsex," he mumbled. Kurt arched an eyebrow at him, petting Blaines hair gently.

"Youre going to have to talk to me and not the pillow, unless that was the intention," he instructed. Blaine raised his head enough enunciate clearly.

"Artie asked if we had sex." He promptly returned to his previous position.

"No way! At rehearsal?" Kurt lay down beside Blaine and sighed. He could understand Blaines response now.

"Yes! He just told Rachel and I that we couldnt be passionate enough if we didnt have the experience to back up what we were saying, and then he was like have either of you even had sex? and Rachel tried to fill the silence with excuses, and then she realised that I hadnt said no and argh. I didnt have to say it, they just knew what I meant, and… they wanted details."

"Oh no, shes going to tell Finn. Im not going to be able to look at him for weeks," Kurt worried aloud.

"They were like…. You cant have sex! Youre my precious innocent Blainers! and then Rachel was like why didnt Kurt tell me? and gave me no time to reply before all but yelling, it was with Kurt, riiiiiight? It was so awful," Blaine elaborated. If the content wasnt what it was, Kurt would have been impressed by Blaines impression of the girl.

"You didnt give them details though. Right?"

Blaine rolled over and propped himself up on one arm to face Kurt. "I promise I didnt reveal anything more than that we slept together."

"Rachels going to ask me, you know. Shes going to be so mad that I didnt tell her."

"You dont have to tell her everything, you know. Just because youre her best friend."

"Im Mercedes best friend. Im Rachels best gay." Blaine nodded knowingly.

"Were Brittanys unicorns, Rachels best gays, and Hadleys rainbow people," he listed, "but more importantly were each others boyfriends, right?"

"More importantly, were each others everything," Kurt breathed, and soon enough he found himself laying beneath Blaine, who was clearly very interested in a heavy round of kissing.

Santana and Kurt had only ever really been anything resembling friends when they needed to be a united front against Rachel Berry in the past. Since Santana had come to out to him their relationship had definitely altered, but not so much that it was noticeable to anyone other than them. She had given him her tumblr URL, a sign of complete trust, especially as her blog contained little other than Xena Warrior Princess, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and pictures of young women in lingerie. While it didnt really match up with Kurts own blogs aesthetic (his was really more of a Broadway and pretty pictures blog, with the occasional Twilight post thrown in), he had followed it, and neither really mentioned it to anyone else. When they posted personal, diary like things, they would often end up with some kind of acknowledgement from the other, but neither would bring it into the real world.

The day that Santana came out to everyone (which, regretfully, was not quite at her own pace), she cornered Kurt at his locker and dragged him to their shared Chemistry class. They walked briskly as so that passers-by wouldnt be able to listen in, a technique that he was familiar with, but not so fast that they couldnt still talk. Kurt knew she must want something, otherwise she wouldnt have bothered.

"Is this about planning to murder Rachel again? While shes annoying, she isnt anywhere near as bad as you would think. And Im not getting blood stains on another party cardigan," he said. Santana finally dropped her hold on his arm.

"Kurt, how the fuck do you have a boyfriend?" she asked. While she had never been one for subtlety, he tended to expect the things she said to be slightly softer around the edges than that.

"Excuse me?"

"How the hell did you meet another age appropriate, gay, actually into you guy? This is Lima, we dont have a GSA or anything, and like, outside of school I dont think any of your friends are straight, if Ive understood what the others have to say properly. So, how do you do it?" Kurt wasnt sure exactly who had talked to Santana about his LARP friends, the group that did often look more like a LGBTQ+ support group than a superhero roleplaying club, but he was glad that they did and he was happy to help her out. He had been in exactly the same position when he had come out, and he had needed to be a lot more creative when it came to finding likeminded people to share his experiences with.

"I thought you were implying Im a mountain troll or something," he said, making Santana smile at the very least, "I just happened to meet an amazing bunch of people and now I meet up with them a lot. You could come and meet them, if you wanted."

She lit up at the offer. "Its not going to be weird, is it?" Kurt paused for a moment, trying to interpret her question suitably.

"That depends why you think it would be weird."

"Because theyre your group of friends and Im just in glee club with you. The only other person I know is Blaine." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thats not the part you should be worried about," he assured her, not quite sure how she would react when she found out exactly what the group did together. They made plans for her to go with Blaine, Kurt, and Marley after glee club to check it out, even though Marley was obviously intimidated by her when they met.

It wasnt until Blaine and Marley emerged from Blaines house in costume that Santana began to wonder what was going on. Much to her credit, Santana simply rolled her eyes and said, "What, you arent going to put on a costume?" in Kurts direction, far less phased by their happenings than he had expected her to be. He didnt know how she could be so calm about it.

"I dont have a lot of costume to put on," he said simply, though he happily put on Darcys aviators to keep up with the play. Santana noticed, groaning slightly as she glared at him.

"You dont have to stay for the session if you dont want to," Blaine said, "we know it isnt exactly everyones thing and we wont blame you if you want to just come and meet people and then flee."

When they arrived at the park they werent surprised to find most of the others there already, chatting with one another as Jeff and Leo jumping around excitedly. A few of them called out greetings as the group got closer, and Kurt, Blaine, and Marley beelined to Erica with Santana in tow. They made the introductions, and Erica seemed happy to have another of their friends along, and informed her that Blaine and Kurt were positively sickening to watch.

Santana looped her arm through Kurts and pulled her towards Jeff and Nick. While they werent actually touching one another, it wasnt hard to see the look that Nick was giving his boyfriend. Santana had made a good choice in choosing the friends she wanted to meet first.

"Guys, this is Santana," Kurt introduced, and the boys said their hellos, "This is Jeff and his boyfriend Nick. She doesnt believe I know any other not-straight people."

"Well you have options here," Nick said, "Jeffs bi, and Im something."

"Yeah, and Ethan and Leo are both gay, same as Kurt and Blaine," Jeff added.

"How about the girls?" Santana asked. Last Kurt had heard Brittany was it for Santana, but if truth be told he wasnt completely against the idea of her branching out a little more.

"Rory from the other group is pansexual, but we seem to have a distinct lack of girls in general," Jeff answered. While she seemed to be slightly disheartened by the news, she also didnt seem upset when they pointed out that Hadley was very much straight.

"You asked how we met people without a GSA. Well, this is it," Kurt said, "and were kind of going to do our thing, so…"

"You can go now, if you want to," Blaine interrupted, "not that we want you to leave! But if you want to stay just remember that this could be a weird. Erica or Luke can talk you through it all."

"I might just go," Santana said, "unless these other girls are going to show up?" Kurt was almost saddened by how hopeful she was.

"Unlikely," Kurt admitted.

"So when do you two start being cute?"

"Um, were always cute?" Blaine said.

"Erica told her that Nightbird and Darcy are vomit inducing," Kurt explained.

"Well, wed better give the people what they want." Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurts waist, and Kurt gave Santana a final reassuring smile as he pulled him away. When they finished the session Santana was long gone, but Kurt had received a text from her.

Santana L. I hung around long enough to see you macking on your boyfriend. I vomited pixie dust. If Im not at school for the rest of the year you will know why.

Kurt and Blaine spent a lot of time cuddling on the couch in his Kurts living room. It was something they had kind of always done, even before they had been officially dating. They didnt even spring apart when they heard Burt coming the way that they had when they first began dating, either. It was one of the places that Kurt felt the most comfortable in the world; in Blaines arms, where no one cared.

Except, suddenly, Blaine didnt seem to feel the same way. Where there used to be only comfort, now every time Kurt reached out to pull Blaine closer, he would shrug it off, and often put more space between them. The only thing that had changed in the last week was that Sam Evans was now staying with them.

Kurt shuffled closer to Blaine, who didnt have a lot of space to shuffle over into, and took his hand. Blaine flinched slightly at the contact. "Okay, whats up with you?" Kurt asked.

"Can we go up to your room?" Blaine asked shyly. Kurt furrowed his brow at him. "Please?" with a slight sigh, realising that there was a lot his boyfriend wasnt saying and wasnt about to in the living room, Kurt nodded and the two of them headed to his room.

"Okay, whats really up? We cant hang out in my room all the time, they totally already know that were… you know," Kurt said. While he had gotten much better at talking about sex, he still wasnt comfortable with saying things so loudly, especially when they werent home by themselves.

"Im not comfortable in your living room anymore," Blaine said, glancing to the open door before he continued, "Im not comfortable around Sam and Finn."

"But you and Finn used to get along so well! And… ugh."

"They dont like me, Kurt. They never listen to me. They just think that Im some guy who waltzed in and wanted to steal their show, but you know what? They can have it. I didnt transfer to McKinley to become the leading man of your glee club. I had that at Dalton. I transferred because what I didnt have was you." Blaine sat down on Kurts bed, folding his hands in his lap. Kurt just wanted to wrap him up and keep him safe forever.

"Oh, honey," he said gently, taking a seat beside him. "You liked Sam when he first got here. Hes so into superheroes and stuff, I thought you were bound to get along. And I mean, hes cute, isnt he?" Kurt nudged him playfully, Blaine cracking a smile. "Im going to talk to Finn. But we need you for Sectionals. Need you. Without Rachel youre one of our best team members, and the Troubletones are going to be good. You shouldnt have to be afraid of the jocks in glee club, B. You should feel safe enough to speak up when you arent comfortable." Blaine leaned his head on Kurts shoulder, and Kurt in turn wrapped an arm around his boyfriend.

"Thanks," Blaine said, bringing both of his arms up to properly hug his boyfriend. Kurt adjusted, letting Blaine snuggle into him. This was what he wanted to have all the time, Finn and Sam be damned.

Blaine stormed out of dance rehearsal the next day. While Kurt was used to fighting over solos, never before had he experienced anything like he just watched happen with Blaine. Finn and Sam were aggressive in a way that Rachel never was- Kurt guessed it came down to an alpha male battle. There was a lot of testosterone in the room, especially since they had lost all their girls to the Troubletones. He worried about his boyfriend a lot, but he couldnt follow. He knew it wasnt his fight. He had talked to Finn, and as soon as Blaine had cleared the room and enough glares were thrown around, Finn had followed.

It didnt leave Kurt with many options about what to do. Blaine had snapped because Kurt had told him to stand up for himself. He had to just let it play itself out, let Finn and Blaine work on it without his intervention. He had told them both what he thought about it already, and he knew it would work out.

Or he hoped really hard, anyway.

He was a bit concerned when he still hadnt heard from either of them long after glee practice had ended, when he got home and Finns car wasnt parked outside. He set about distracting himself- sewing up the costumes he had agreed to for Tina, making a start on dinner, trying to do his reading for his classes- without much luck. When Blaines name finally appeared on his screen, he couldnt answer the call fast enough.

"Blaine, hel-"

"Kurt!" Blaine sniffed.

"Have you been crying?" he asked, knowing how protective of his boyfriend he was being. If he had to cut a bitch he would. Or maybe he would just leave some bones in Finns plate of dinner. Something, anyway.

"Yes, but like, in a good way," came the sincere response.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I dont even know what to say. I think we worked it out."

"Thats great, B. Why all the tears, though?"

"Im just… overwhelmed. Finn and I can work together now, and he said Im talented, and… and we can kiss in your living room again. Kurt-" Blaine sighed dreamily. "I love you so much."

"I love you too. Rest up, okay? Weve got a lot more practice ahead of us in the next week."

"Yeah. Yes. Ill text you later?"

"Absolutely. See you tomorrow, honey," Kurt said. Blaine sighed softly again.

"Thanks for everything." Kurt wasnt sure exactly what Blaine was trying to pinpoint by that, but he knew that it was something that he meant with his whole heart.

Post-sectionals, everyone could finally breathe again. The Troubletones had reunited with the New Directions, the competition season hiatus of the LARP was over, and all of Kurts life felt like it settled into place. It only seemed fitting that he spent some time hanging out with his friends, from all his circles. The party he co-hosted with his boyfriend at Blaines house was just what they all needed to unwind and relax back into their daily life that wasnt being heightened by constant competition.

"Yo Lady Lips," Santana called out, "whens the good stuff coming out?" Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Its three in the afternoon, were not about to start drinking," he replied. "Can I deter you from "the good stuff"," he made air quotes, "by introducing you to one of our charming LARP friends you failed to meet when you visited us?"

Santana narrowed her eyes at him. "Is this the mysterious queer girl?"

"Absolutely. Rory!" Kurt called, ending up with two people wheeling around to face him. He had forgotten about the charming Irish exchange student in his excitement. "Um, Lorelai Rory, sorry," he clarified. Rory rolled her eyes at him and sauntered over.

"Dont call me Lorelai," she said by way of greeting, "can I help you?"

"Rory, this is Santana. Tana, Rory. Ill just leave you to it." He slipped out immediately, hurrying to his boyfriends side. The girls were still talking, but it became clear to him that he hadnt been the most delicate or subtle person in the world in the moment.

"Are you trying to set those two up?" Blaine asked, "I dont think Santana is really emotionally available for a girlfriend."

"Santana needs some girls who like girls, whether or not she dates them," Kurt rationalises, still watching the pair. Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him to his side.

"Youre right. It will be good for them both. Even if LARPing wasnt ever really going to appeal to Santana, Im glad she could get something out of it from us." Rachel more or less skipped over to them and seemed to consider pushing her way between the couple before thinking better of it.

"Can I meet your other gay friends?" she asked excitedly, "being raised by two men myself I feel particularly in tune with gay men more than I am with most other people, so I just know Ill love them!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, receiving a small smirk from Blaine in response. They had this understanding between them that Rachel couldnt ever fully comprehend what it was to be gay, to be called a "best gay" or a "gay friend". When she called them their friends without any descriptors, they would know that she actually learnt something about it all from her dads.

Kurt pointed out Leo and Ethan, their only actual friends who were gay, and when she gestured towards Nick and Jeff who were cuddled up together, Blaine simply replied with, "you dont have to be gay to be dating someone the same gender as you, Rachel." She had to pause for a moment then to work out what that even meant.

"But they are a gay couple," she amended. Still nope, Kurt thought.

"Not how it works," Rory said. Kurt hadnt even noticed that she and Santana too had joined them. It seemed like perhaps there were a few too many concepts there for Rachel to understand in one day. If she came away with dating someone of the same gender doesnt make them gay, then they could call it a success.

Later on when Blaine nudged Kurt and pointed out the heart eyes Rory was making at Santana, he wasnt exactly surprised, but didnt have high expectations for them. Blaine had been right; Santana wasnt really ready for a girlfriend, even someone as awesome as Rory. "She likes her," Kurt thought aloud, and Blaine hummed in agreement. "You know where Ive seen that look before?"

Blaine giggled. "I think I have a pretty good idea."