Kurt headed downstairs almost exactly twenty minutes after he had stepped into the shower, warm, dry, and in Blaine's clothes. It was the first time he had ever worn another boy's clothes, and they were by the far the most comfortable he had ever put on. The Dalton hoodie was impossibly soft and warm, and several sizes too big, which was perfectly welcome.

He snuck up on Blaine in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around him from behind and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Hi," he said, "what did I miss?"

Blaine turned his head enough to catch Kurt's lips from where his head was positioned, hovering just over his shoulder. "Not a lot," he replied, "can I interest you in something warm to drink? Coffee, tea, hot chocolate?"

"What are you having?" Kurt let go of Blaine, moving to a free counter space and pushing himself back onto it, swinging his legs softly.

"Peppermint tea."

"I'll have some too, then." Blaine took two mugs from the cupboard as the kettle boiled. He poured it into the teapot, where he already had put the tea leaves. He left it to brew for a couple of minutes before pouring it into the mugs and offering milk and sugar to Kurt, taking his own through to the living room. Kurt hopped down from the counter still giggling at the fact Blaine had used an actual teapot and hadn't just stuck a couple of teabags into their mugs and poured water on the top. He took his tea to the sofa where Blaine was sitting, looking deliciously warm.

Kurt sat close to Blaine, but didn't attempt to snuggle in any way quite yet, knowing that the hot drinks could end disastrously. He sipped at his tea delicately, and Blaine put his own tea down on the coffee table, figuring he could return to it once it had cooled down sufficiently.

"Are you warmed up now?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded and smiled.

"Could I possibly abduct this hoodie? It is the single best thing I have ever worn."

"Says the designer label wearing celebrity. I have others; you could have it, if you really wanted to." Blaine said with a shrug. He had been given variations of the same basic Dalton hoodie every year for the various events he went to for school. Between the Warblers and his sporting events, he had collected enough to spare one for Kurt.

"Seriously?!" Kurt's face lit up at the statement that had seemed like permission enough to him.

Blaine smiled slightly. "If it really makes you that happy, I don't see why I would say no."

"You're the best, Blaine."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Hummel."

Kurt put his mug down and slid his arm around Blaine's shoulders, resting it on the back of the sofa as he shuffled even closer, as close as they could physically get without Kurt sitting on top of Blaine. He moved his lips to Blaine's neck, which suddenly became one of his favourite parts of him. "Won't it?" Kurt whispered. Blaine tilted his head to the side to allow Kurt better access. Blaine slid his arms around Kurt as he lay back against the arm of the sofa, curling his legs onto the seat and pulling Kurt to lay on top of him as he continued running his lips over his neck, creeping up to his ears occasionally, slipping in the odd brush against Blaine's lips and cheek.

"Absolutely nowhere," Blaine replied, although he was ever so slightly delayed in his reaction. The trouble was that there was incredibly hot distraction that was paying about as much attention to Blaine's neck as Blaine paid to an episode of Highlands- noticing every tiny detail, maybe to the point of overanalysing.

Kurt kissed along Blaine's jaw line, eventually reaching his mouth, letting it be his final resting point as he continued to kiss him, running his tongue along his bottom lip before Blaine's teeth stopped getting in the way.

There was a knock at the front door a few minutes later, and Kurt cleared his throat as he sat up and Blaine got up from the sofa, slipping out from underneath Kurt as best as he could. He straightened his shirt before proceeding down the hall. Kurt turned on the TV, in case it was someone who they would prefer didn't know about their relationship.

Blaine opened the door to Wes, who hadn't announced his arrival in any way. Considering he hadn't known that Blaine and Kurt had ever even talked to each other outside the three official businesslike events, his timing was terrible. "Don't you have your phone on?" Wes asked, stepping into Blaine's house without invitation and taking off his jacket and shoes, not wanting to get the carpet wet.

"I left it upstairs. Sue me," Blaine replied, "and actually your timing isn't the greatest, Wes."

"Then you should have texted me and told me that, dude!"

"I didn't think I would have to!"

"It's Thursday, Blainers. How many times haven't we hung out on Thursdays?"

"Heaps of times! Why are you even here, Wes?" Blaine was deliberately stepping in front of him, blocking him from walking to the living room.

"I was in the neighbourhood, thought maybe my bestest friend would have coffee I could drink before I went home." He tried to step around Blaine, who wasn't letting him do so. Blaine grabbed Wes's arm and pulled him into another room. "Where are we going?"

"The kitchen, to get you coffee. Taking the scenic route."

"Couldn't we just cut through your living room?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I wasn't alone before you turned up." Wes stopped dead in his tracks.

"Oh my god, Blainers, do you have a boyfriend you haven't told me about?"

"Um, kind of. We aren't a couple, as such, but we have a thing..."

"Do I know him? Is it that guy you said was cute when we were getting coffee the other week?" Wes tried to turn back the way they came to see who was in the living room after all, but Blaine caught his arm and continued to steer him in the direction of the kitchen.

"You know of him, but you two haven't ever met." He got out a mug for Wes and reheated him some coffee.

"So let me meet him then!" Blaine passed Wes the mug and he tried to leave the kitchen again, but Blaine stopped him.

"You might need some mental preparation before you go in there." Blaine warned.

"Does he have tattoos? Weird piercings? Mohawk?"

"No, no and no. It's just that he's kind of famous." Wes's face lit up and he smiled and nodded.

"I see how it is... Now let me go in there?" Blaine took a deep breath.

"Okay. Let's go." Blaine walked into the living room first and went to the sofa to regain his place next to Kurt who smiled shyly up at Wes. Wes paused in confusion for a moment before grinning widely.

"So Kurt Hummel," Wes said, "I approve, Blainers."

"I take it you're Wes?" Kurt asked.

"So Blainers talks about me! How sweet, Blaine! I'm touched!" Wes made an effort to finish his coffee as soon as possible.

Blaine shook his head. "Believe whatever you want to believe, Wes."

Wes put his mug down on the coffee table, having drained it. "I'd love to stay and chat, but my girlfriend expected me to be at her house ten minutes ago. Thank you for the coffee Blaine, thank you for letting me meet your boyfriend, thank you for breaking yourselves apart long enough to answer the door." Much like Olivia, he automatically assumed that they must have been making out- although he wasn't wrong. He walked towards the front door again, although he turned around in the living room doorway to face the pair again. "Oh, and the Dalton hoodie really suits you. You should visit our fine school sometime... like the showcase? Are you coming?"

Kurt looked at Blaine. "Showcase?"

"Yeah, it's next week. You could come, if you like." Blaine said. Wes nodded, turning to leave properly.

"I'll show myself out." He said, waving slightly as he left.

"What exactly will be going on at this showcase?" Kurt asked, turning off the TV again and tucking into Blaine's side. He shifted to accommodate the new weight against him.

"Music students performing. Dalton puts on this big show annually to make a fuss over them, and then they all disappear behind every athletic event until the next showcase. The Warblers are performing, hence why Wes brought it up."

"And you would be singing?" Blaine nodded. "Why didn't you tell me about it sooner?"

"Because it wasn't important. It isn't that big a deal, really... besides, you were hardly going to let me talk, were you?"

"Point taken. Will I have to buy tickets or something?"

"No, it's just kind of invite only. They let all the performers invite like, ten people or something. We have a fairly large room to fill."

"Big auditorium?"

"Large ballroom would be the more accurate term. They just set out rows and rows of chairs."

"Okay."

"You don't have any more questions?"

Kurt kissed Blaine's lips softly. "Blaine," he kissed them once, "Devon," and again, "Anderson," and another time, "you talk far too much." He kissed him again, bringing a hand to Blaine's cheek. Slowly he lay back on the sofa, pulling Blaine down on top of him as they settled into it again.

Eight o'clock, several hours since Kurt arrived at the Anderson's house, Marie came home from Blaine's grandmother's house. The pair had detangled their limbs from each other sometime in the last half hour, and they had just begun watching a movie, eating pizza in the living room. Marie called out on her arrival, and they took the cue to sit up straighter and use the whole seat space instead of sitting so close to one another.

Marie went into the living room soon after and hovered in the doorway. "Your dad called me to say he would be home after eleven tonight. I don't know why they're all going out drinking on a Thursday, but he's pulling another late night at the office." She nodded in Kurt's direction, "Oh, and hello, Kurt." Kurt smiled and said hello.

"Hey mom," Blaine said, "how's grandma?"

"She's well. She asked about you, and I told her you were relatively healthy and you were doing well in school."

"Do you want some pizza?" Blaine asked, and Marie smiled and nodded. She got a plate from the kitchen and joined the boys in the living room, sitting in one of the armchairs.

"Are you really watching The Lion King?" Marie asked and Blaine rolled his eyes.

"What else were we going to watch?"

"Oh, I don't know. You could have cracked open The Notebook or The Avengers or something instead of Disney."

"But there is never a bad time to watch The Lion King," Kurt said, offering his first input to the conversation. Marie hadn't even blinked at his presence since Blaine had asked if he could come over.

"Oh, sure, but you could have chosen a movie that wasn't intended for children, is all I'm saying." Marie said with a shrug.

A musical number commenced and Marie glanced over at Blaine, who had begun to sing along, nudging Kurt playfully as he hissed "I am not going to sing, Blaine!" back at him. It didn't stop Blaine from singing teasingly close to Kurt's face, trying to tickle him as Kurt swatted his hands away as best he could. Kurt lay back slightly involuntarily, an attempt to better defend his torso from Blaine. Marie rolled her eyes with a smile as she took her plate and left the living room. There was nothing worse than third wheeling during a movie- especially a Disney movie. "You are children..." Marie mumbled.

The song ended as Kurt successfully collapsed in laughter, giving up fighting Blaine off. Blaine noticed that Marie had left some time ago and captured Kurt's lips in a kiss, silencing his laughter for a full five seconds before he burst out laughing again. Blaine shuffled along the couch so he was lying next to Kurt rather than hovering over him, as he had been in the midst of the tickling. Kurt rolled to face the TV again while Blaine pressed against his back, wrapping his arms around him, his body taking the shape of Kurt's as they nestled together. Kurt held Blaine's hands where they were settled in front of him, choosing to focus on the movie instead of the boy curled around him, although his focus was tested every other second as he felt Blaine's warm breath against his neck, or his chest rising and falling against his back, or the occasional brush of his lips against his cheek.

Soon the steady pace of Blaine's breath changed, becoming ragged and unpredictable as if he were sobbing. "Are you okay, Blaine?" Kurt asked, twisting around in his arms the best he could. "Are you crying?" Blaine raised one hand from around Kurt to wipe his cheeks quickly.

"Maybe," Blaine said, "quite frankly I'm not sure why you aren't, Kurt."

"Because Mufasa died?"

"Because Mufasa died," Blaine agreed.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt said, snuggling into him, "I'm here."

"I know. I'll be singing by the second line of Hakuna Matata."

"Oh god, really?"

"I thought you loved my singing!" Blaine mocked a pout, not really upset at all.

"I do! That's why I'm going to your showcase, remember?" Kurt said, "But there are other things we could be doing during the musical numbers."

"Deal."

"What?"

"I won't sing." Blaine's breathing was now completely even once more, as he grinned at Kurt. Kurt opened his mouth to begin to say something, anything, before Blaine covered it with his own, making it impossible to get a word in until the movie was five minutes from the end.

Blaine went to find Kurt's freshly dried clothes and his still wet clothes, meeting Kurt at the front door, where he was putting on his shoes and coat again. "The rain has lightened up." Blaine said, and Kurt smiled.

"I am so pleased no one is going to see me between now and the time I get home, unless you have paparazzi hiding in your rose bushes." He looked down at himself. To be fair his designer coat and shoes did look incredibly out of place with the sweat pants and Dalton hoodie.

"Joke's on them, they are crawling with ladybugs. Not to mention the thorns."

"Ha, ha." Kurt laughed sarcastically, "Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Friday, right?" Kurt nodded. "Yeah, Highlands is on."

"Are you kidding?" Kurt folded his arms across his chest.

"About?" Blaine mimicked him.

"Are you honestly going to turn me down to watch me act for half an hour instead?"

"You would be welcome to join me, Kurt. And I'm only half joking. I can record it, but I'm not missing it altogether."

"You could watch it at my place, maybe?" Kurt suggested, dropping his arms and stepping closer to Blaine.

"Okay. I'll drive up after practice." Blaine held his hands out to Kurt to hold.

"You have another Warbler practice?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at him and took his hands.

"Only because the showcase is next week. We have three songs to perfect by then." Blaine shrugged. "It shouldn't be too long. They all have girlfriends to be hooking up with."

"I'll take your word for it. See you tomorrow, Blaine Anderson."

"Good night, Kurt." Kurt kissed him, before walking out to his car and driving away. Blaine smiled as he headed upstairs.

He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, having forgotten about the spider, and headed back across the hall to his bedroom, before being stopped by Marie in the doorway.

"Oh, Blaine!" she said, and Blaine turned to face her.

"Yeah?"

"Has Kurt gone home then?" Blaine nodded. "So?"

"So?" he repeated.

"How was your date?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "It wasn't a-" Marie raised her eyebrows at him. "It was good. Thanks for asking."

"How long is he in town for?"

"Two weeks."

"And you're seeing him next...?"

"Tomorrow night. I'm going to drive to Lima after Warbler practice."

"Are you planning on staying overnight?"

"Well, no, I wasn't, but I suppose I could ask Olivia and stay at her place."

Marie went to say that she would have been okay with him staying at Kurt's, since he had before, and especially since he was staying at his parent's house and they were assumedly still going to be there, but figured maybe it was a weird place to start an argument. "Okay. Night, Blaine."

"Night, mom." Blaine went into his bedroom then and went straight to bed. He didn't want to drag out the hours between then and when he would see Kurt next.

Blaine left Dalton the fastest he had since he had begun attending High School. He only waved to a couple of people as he left, telling everyone that he had a doctor's appointment he had to make it to. People chose not to question it, and Wes only raised his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, knowing fully that that wouldn't be where he was going.

He didn't go home to even change before driving to Lima, stopping only when he pulled up at the Hummel-Hudson house. Blaine straightened his blazer as he stepped out of his car, striding confidently towards the front door. He pressed the doorbell once and waited, clearly hearing Kurt yell "I'll get it!" followed by a clambering as he ran down the stairs. There was a pause, and then Kurt opened the door. "Blaine, hi!" Kurt said, skimming his eyes over the blazer, "Come in, come in!" Blaine stepped inside, wondering how much coffee he had had in the last couple of hours. He seemed positively hyper.

"Is your dad feeling better?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded.

"You could go and say hi to him if you wanted, seeing as we'll be passing by." Kurt took Blaine's hand and pulled him upstairs. Blaine chose just to go along with it- there was no reason for him to worry about where Kurt was taking him or why. Kurt knocked on Burt's door and opened it, dragging Blaine in behind him. "Hi, dad, are you feeling better?"

Burt chuckled. "Yeah, I feel fine. Sick enough to stay in bed for a couple of days, but not sick enough for it to be serious. Nothing I can't sleep off. Hello, Blaine."

"Hello, Mr. Hummel," Blaine replied, "It's nice to see you again."

"Okay, well we'll leave you to sleep it off then." Kurt pulled Blaine from the room again, taking him along the hall to his own bedroom. He closed the door behind them. "I missed you," Kurt said, sliding his arms around Blaine's waist.

"It hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet, Kurt." Blaine said, although he brought his own arms up to rest his hands on Kurt's chest.

"I know," he replied, "didn't stop me anyway."

"Hey, Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"Everyone keeps using the term 'boyfriend' when they talk about us. They all say it was nice to meet my boyfriend, or tell me to go call my boyfriend, or to take shirtless photos of my boyfriend, but I keep having to tell them that you aren't my boyfriend and I don't want to-" Kurt cut him off with a kiss.

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt said, "I really like you," Blaine tried his hardest not to smile too much, "will you be my boyfriend?"

"I don't know, I would have to-" Kurt glared at him slightly. "Of course I'll be your boyfriend, Kurt. There are very few things I would like that more than that."

"Blaine? Why did this take so long?"

"Because I was too scared to ask sooner?"

"Wasn't it clear that I liked you? I mean, I know we were friends for a long time, but I sort of had this horrible dorky crush on you from the day we met, and I can't count the number of times I wanted to just lean across and kiss you, but at that point you hadn't come out and I didn't know if you liked me... but maybe our make out sessions were too subtle to really tell you that I liked you? To say that I wanted to be your boyfriend?"

"So we're exclusive now."

"We are."

"So I'm sort of like your Jasper then."

"Yeah, I guess so. But I do intend on telling my family about you. Elliot is a little bit more secretive about his relationships."

"Do you know what the internet would call us? The shippers, the fanfic writers?" Kurt shook his head. "Klaine. We have a couple's name." Blaine smiled. "We're a couple now."

"I like the sound of that," Kurt said, "I've never really been in a couple before."

"Me neither," Blaine said, "but there's a first time for everything, right?"

"Yeah," Kurt agreed, "now what is it with your fascination for seeing me shirtless?"

"That's mostly Olivia. She's convinced that I have actual, non-manipulated pictures of your shirtless torso."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you want to see me shirtless?"

"Is that an invitation?"

"If you're lucky." Kurt kissed Blaine again, steering him towards the bed. "Oh, and we have dinner reservations for seven. That's still two hours to kill."

"I have some ideas," Blaine said, "and none of them involve ice cream in the rain."

"Likewise," Kurt said, scattering kisses across Blaine's face, "I was thinking I might just take advantage of the time I have to kiss my boyfriend- if my boyfriend agrees."

"He does," Blaine said smiling uncontrollably, "he definitely agrees."