The showcase ended and the crowd slowly dissolved from the ballroom. Blaine said goodbye to the Warblers and went off to find his family and friends. They were waiting in the hallway, alongside just about every other group who had come to the showcase; Blaine found them easily and they headed out to the parking lot. His mom told him he could have the others over, reminding him that curfew was eleven (and that the others had to leave by then), saying that they would meet him at home later. Blaine said goodbye to his grandma (who gushed about his performance) and thanked the three of them for coming to his show. It wasn't often his dad showed any support for anything Blaine did, and he wondered what Marie had said to guilt him into it.

He hadn't brought his car to school that morning since he had been picked up by Wes, and so he simply followed the other four across the parking lot to Olivia's car.

"Can we go to your place then?" Olivia asked from the driver's seat as Blaine got into the back, Sky riding shotgun.

"Yeah," Blaine said, "my parents will probably stay at my grandma's for a bit."

"Party for five, then!" Olivia said, turning the car on and pulling out of the parking lot. Blaine held Kurt's hand the whole of the short drive back to his house.

Blaine unlocked the door and they all went inside. While the four guests went through to the living room and got comfy, Blaine ran upstairs to change out of his uniform, at the very least committing to hanging his blazer up.

Kurt met him at the foot of the stairs as he came back down. "Want to go for a walk?" Kurt asked, holding out a hand for Blaine to take, which he did. "Just around the block or something?"

"Sure," Blaine said, figuring there must have been a reason for him saying it. They went through the living room to go out the side door and let the others know where they were going, but after stepping out onto the porch Kurt couldn't go past the porch swing and decided to give up on going for a walk after all. It was dark, and Blaine hadn't thought to turn on the porch light before they stepped outside. It wasn't worth going back in for it now.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"When you were singing tonight... were you singing to me?"

"Well yeah," Blaine said, "I have to pick someone out in the audience to focus on, and I didn't think there was anyone better than you for that." He smiled at Kurt, who leaned forward and kissed him softly.

"Thanks, Blaine."

"You don't sound thrilled. What's up?" doubt clouded Blaine's eyes. They weren't breaking up now. He wouldn't let that happen.

"It's just... Right Where You Want Me. It's sort of a... sexual song." Kurt started.

"Oh," Blaine said, "No. No. It isn't." Kurt nodded. "Oh god, it is." Kurt nodded again. "They used to play it on Disney Channel during the commercial breaks!"

"Are you okay, Blaine?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. He hadn't expected him to have a miniature mental breakdown over it.

"I- I wasn't singing it to you," Blaine stood up, pacing around the deck, "not that I don't want to-"

"Blaine, come here." Blaine sat down again. Kurt took his hands.

"It's okay. I didn't think that it was some kind of hint, but Olivia was saying-"

"Of course Liv said something about it..."

"Look, Blaine, I don't think I'm ready to sleep with you- or anyone, for that matter." Kurt admitted.

"Oh," Blaine said, "I didn't even choose that song. Only 'Oh My Goodness'. That was my song. And," Blaine leaned closer to Kurt, "I'm not ready either. Kurt, we've been dating for two weeks. Two weeks. You have been my boyfriend, in an official way, for only one of those weeks."

"To be fair we probably clocked up more hours than most couples generally do in the first two weeks." Blaine smiled.

"Want to go and see what the girls are getting up to?"

"Okay." Kurt agreed. Blaine stood up and took Kurt's hand, pulling him to his feet and then close to him, kissing him deeply before finally opening the door and stepping back into the living room.

The girls were all sitting on the sofa, watching the TV. "Sky hasn't seen season one of Highlands so we had to show her." Olivia said as they walked in, not even giving them a chance to ask. "Seeing as you had them all on DVD it seemed like a good idea."

"I'm not in season one," Kurt said, "sorry to disappoint."

Blaine sat down in one of the armchairs and Kurt sat on his lap, hooking his arms around Blaine's neck. "Did you watch Highlands before you were cast?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah," Kurt said, "I had the biggest crush on Dylan." Dylan was Highlands' token gay character back in the earlier seasons, when a big deal had to be made about it.

"I really hate to break up your moment," Sky said, "but I'm trying to be introduced to the old cast of a teen show I watch occasionally. So if you wouldn't mind shutting up..."

"You seemed to like the show a lot more when you were interviewing me about it." Kurt raised an eyebrow at her.

"No, I said I was a huge fan of yours. I never said I actually enjoyed your drama series."

Kurt rolled his eyes. That was a new one. Four of them continued to watch the episode, although it wasn't particularly eventful. Blaine seemed to take a lot more interest in discovering every inch of Kurt's neck that was available to him with his mouth. "Aren't you going to watch the show?" Kurt asked, although he wasn't objecting to what Blaine was doing. It did distract him from the episode, but he could multitask.

"I've seen this episode plenty of times," Blaine said, "I'm sure I can afford to miss it." Kurt nodded in agreement and kissed Blaine, and they continued to kiss for most of the episode.

Leah looked over at them after a few minutes. "Ew. Couples."

"You should try it sometime," Kurt teased, sticking his tongue out at her. She shook her head.

"That would involve someone paying attention to me instead of you, Kurt."

Sky sighed dramatically. "My last boyfriend only pretended to date me because he's too nice to say no." Kurt laughed.

"Damn it Blaine, I knew you didn't actually like me! You just couldn't turn me down!" he joked.

"Hey, I asked you to dance, and completely organised our first date-"

"Which you wouldn't even call a date until I clarified that it was, right? And I was the one to officially ask you to be my boyfriend, wasn't I?"

Olivia looked at Leah. "Ew. Couples." She echoed.

Blaine glared at her. "You're half a couple, Liv." Olivia shook her head.

"Actually, I'm not. Nat decided to pack up and move to LA without telling me, and we have now broken up. She didn't want to be 'tied down' or something."

Everyone looked over at her sympathetically. Blaine gestured for Kurt to move and he understood, standing so Blaine could go over to her, squishing in on the sofa between her and Sky, wrapping his arms firmly around her.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm fine. I was texting her before the showcase, and now it's all final. She let me be the one to change my relationship status on Facebook."

"I'm sorry, Liv. You don't deserve to be treated that way."

"Don't be," she said, "I was having a great time until about a minute ago. Can we just forget about it?"

"Sure," Blaine said, releasing his grip on her, "more Highlands?"

"Do you have ice cream?"

"Of course," Blaine said, "who doesn't keep their freezer well stocked with ice cream?" Blaine headed to the kitchen.

"You had ice cream in the house the whole time?" Kurt said, mostly joking, "We went out in the rain for nothing?"

Blaine poked his head back out through the doorway. "You got a Dalton hoodie out of it, didn't you?" Kurt laughed. He really couldn't complain.

At ten to eleven Blaine called Marie, since his parents hadn't arrived home yet. She answered right away. "Hi, Blaine. Is everything okay?"

"Sort of. Can three of my four guests stay over tonight?" Blaine asked, fairly quickly.

"Oh, what happened?"

"We're all fine. There's been a crash and the traffic between here and Lima is going to be slow, so Kurt, Leah and Olivia won't get home for a really long time, and you, as a mother, would understand that Olivia's parents aren't comfortable with her driving after midnight." Blaine was hopeful that it was the sort of thing his mother would buy into.

Blaine could practically hear Marie rolling her eyes. "Fine. A couple of basics: one, you and Kurt won't sleep in the same bedroom, for obvious reasons. Two, you won't be up all night. I have full expectations for everyone to be in bed by half past one, otherwise I won't get any sleep. Three, tomorrow you are washing all the sheets in the guest rooms they use."

"Deal. Are you on your way home yet?"

"We'll be back in about twenty minutes. Go take Sky home."

"Will do." Blaine said. He paused before adding, "Thanks, mom."

"You're welcome, sweetie." She hung up. Blaine dropped Sky home as he said he would, and then went home again to find that Kurt and Olivia hadn't moved very much, although Leah was washing their ice cream bowls.

Blaine ran over his mom's conditions and then they split up where each of them would be sleeping. The Andersons had a six bedroom house, and only two of the bedrooms had been converted to serve as anything else. There were enough spare bedrooms left, should you count Cooper's old room, that they didn't need for any of them to share bedrooms.

All three went into Blaine's bedroom and more or less helped themselves to his clothing for sleeping in, retreating to their own rooms with a few mumbled 'good night's. One quiet kiss exchanged with Kurt in Blaine's bedroom doorway, and Blaine changed into his favourite Batman pyjamas and went straight to bed.

That morning Blaine woke and headed downstairs to find that Olivia, Kurt and Leah were all awake, sitting at the table in the dining room with Marie, eating cereal and toast for breakfast. He joined them at the table and took a bowl for himself, automatically taking a box of cereal and pouring himself some. Someone put a cup of coffee in front of him, which he accepted happily and began drinking, and then his brain began to function as usual. Marie shot him a glare across the table.

"I'm pleased you haven't developed a higher tolerance for caffeine," Marie said, "or you would probably have to drink three or four of those for a similar result. How do you even operate when I'm not here on school mornings?"

Blaine shrugged. "I make my own coffee."

Leah turned to Marie. "Mrs. Anderson, where exactly is Mr. Anderson? Surely he isn't working on a Saturday."

Marie waved her hand in the general direction of his study. "He's a busy man. The trouble is he's a perfectionist and an over achiever. He can't possibly lose a case and he when he wins he has to win by a lot. He doesn't settle for the minimum."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "He's probably just avoiding me still."

"He isn't, honey. He loves you really; he just isn't sure how you're meant to express that to a teenage boy." Marie said insistently.

"Whatever," Blaine mumbled, shovelling more cereal into his mouth.

After everyone showered and got dressed, Kurt, Leah and Olivia left to drive back to Lima. Blaine and Kurt arranged to see each other again before he left for home on Tuesday, kissing goodbye before the three of them got into Olivia's car.

"Why does this feel like a walk of shame?" Leah said, looking down at herself, wearing the same clothes as she had worn to the showcase the evening before.

"Don't be so negative," Olivia said, "we should be flattered if people think we got laid." There was a moment of silence. "Oh, Kurt? If you actually did get laid, good job for being quiet about it."

Kurt blushed. "We aren't sleeping together."

"See, you denied it! And one day I won't get that reaction because it won't be true anymore, and then I'll know that it happened." Neither Leah nor Kurt knew how to respond. "Wow, you two really are sex negative, aren't you?" she shook her head, while the others exchanged a glance. Most people seemed to think that Olivia was nuts.

Kurt and Blaine saw each other once more. Kurt had driven to Westerville so he could be at Blaine's house before he got home from school, and had been let in by Marie, who wasn't working that Monday for no apparent reason. She had said to him that she had a lot of little projects to be working on, and that it was better than working 24/7 like Phillip did.

Blaine got in from school and Kurt ushered him through to the kitchen, where he was promptly presented with a cup of coffee and one of Kurt's red velvet cupcakes that he had come to love so much. "Don't eat it too quickly," Kurt advised, "there are plenty more where that came from." He gestured to the counter, where he had left a whole plate of cupcakes. Blaine had kissed him for that. "So I guess it will be your turn to visit me in New York next, then?" Kurt teased, although Blaine nodded.

"As soon as I can get there I will, Kurt. And we'll Skype every other day, right? Send each other cute texts while I'm in class?"

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and dropped his head onto his shoulder. "Of course," Kurt said, "we've made long distance work this far already. I know being boyfriends is slightly different to being friends, but I don't see how it will be that different."

Blaine returned Kurt's hug. "It will work," Blaine said, "it might hurt, not being able to do this-" he kissed Kurt's cheek, "or this-" he tilted Kurt's chin to kiss his neck, "or this-" Blaine kissed his lips, "whenever I feel like it. But it will be so, so worth it when I see you."

"So worth it," Kurt echoed.

"Do you want to go upstairs, maybe?" Kurt nodded. Blaine took his hand and led him upstairs.

"Bedroom door open," Marie hissed at them as she passed them in the hallway, and Blaine just chuckled.

They left the door open as Marie had requested, lying intertwined on Blaine's bed anyway. They each craved the closeness, knowing it could be a long time before they were able to be like that again.

The next few weeks saw everyone return back into the swing of things.

Kurt and Leah left for New York and went back to work. Kurt began to dabble with writing episodes for a TV show that wasn't yet in existence.

Blaine caught up with all his school work since falling ever so slightly behind after all the distractions, juggling the Warblers and a boyfriend pre-showcase.

Sky borrowed Blaine's Highlands DVDs until she had seen every episode to date, because she knew it mattered to him.

Olivia had a few rebound hook ups, because she wasn't sure how to deal with such a serious break up, after being with Natalie for as long as she had.

After months of gameplay, Blaine and Wes finally finished the latest Born Rivals game on story mode, and now tried to get qualifying scores for the national championships on freeplay mode.

But most importantly, Kurt and Blaine communicated with each other as much as they could. As one month passed and then two, they didn't feel like they weren't a couple. They celebrated their two month anniversary via Skype, each dressing up for the occasion.

"Blaine, is that the tie you stole from me?" Kurt said, noticing it was the same purple-blue bowtie that he had lent him to match Olivia's dress for the charity gala.

"I didn't steal it; I just conveniently forgot to give it back to you." Blaine said, "You look nice, Kurt."

"Blaine Anderson: Bowtie Bandit."

"That suit is a really flattering cut. I mean, wow."

"And I'm never going to see that tie again, unless it's on you."

"But seriously, do you have a permit to be that attractive? I'm pretty sure that's illegal in most states."

"I really liked that tie. You're just lucky you're adorable."

"It's actually like you're carrying a neon sign that says 'look, I'm hot!'"

"Are you listening to me?" Kurt asked.

"Are you listening to me?" Blaine echoed.

"I was busy lamenting about that bowtie."

"I was busy telling you that you are positively stunning tonight."

"You really think so?" Kurt's face lit up, although he began to feel heat rising in his cheeks.

"Of course I think so."

"I really miss you, Blaine."

"I miss you too, Kurt. Believe me; I would like nothing more than to be there with you right now. To be able to kiss you again."

"It's a little bit odd to think that it has been literal months since I saw you last."

"Hey, as far as I'm concerned we're seeing each other now. I might not be with you, not physically, but it's been good, I think. We've had two months of learning all kinds of things about each other. It really means that when I get there you won't have to ask me trivial things about my schoolwork or anything. I can just be there."

"You mean that we can make out the whole time since we won't have to talk, right?"

Blaine shrugged. "More or less."

Kurt smiled. "Four weeks."

"Four weeks," Blaine repeated, "four torturously long weeks."

"You will be here before you know it, Blaine."

"I know, but it still feels like forever away now." There was a knock on Blaine's bedroom door. "I'll be right back." Blaine stood up from his desk and opened his door.

"Blaine, honey, you're meant to be downstairs. Your dad wants to introduce you to his colleagues." Marie said. Phillip was hosting a big corporate dinner party, with all the families of his co-workers. Blaine didn't consider it to be anywhere near as important as video chatting with his boyfriend.

"Fine. Give me two minutes and then you can personally drag me down there." Blaine said, turning to go back to his desk.

"Say hi to Kurt for me!"

"Kurt, I have to go. My dad's having a stupid party and I'm expected to make an appearance. Oh, and my mom says hi."

"Say hi from me too... I'm used to having to share you, Blaine Anderson. We'll have plenty more chances to talk later."

"I might have to send you SOS texts, if that's okay."

"I won't mind, really. I'll see you later, Blaine... happy anniversary."

Blaine nodded and gave a little wave. "Happy anniversary. I'll see you later." He logged out of Skype and headed out to the hallway where Marie was patiently waiting to escort him downstairs.

"How is he?"

"Good. It was nice to talk to him. It's the closest we've got to spending time together."

"Two months then, huh?" Blaine nodded. "That's quite a long time, especially long distance."

"I guess." They entered the living room and Phillip came over.

"Blaine!" Phillip greeted, slinging an arm around his shoulders. They hadn't had any form of physical contact in months. It was obvious Phillip had been drinking.

"Hey, dad."

"I have some people for you to meet. Important people in the business, you know? And their daughters! They have some wonderful daughters about your age, you should meet them!" Phillip pulled Blaine over to the table that was serving as the bar and thrust a glass of champagne into Blaine's hand, before clinking his own glass against it and drinking the last of his drink. He poured himself another glass and led Blaine to some of his colleagues.

Phillip introduced Blaine to some of his co-workers. Blaine shook their hands politely. Phillip announced that Blaine would make a fine lawyer one day, that he would eventually succeed him and run the firm. Blaine smiled and nodded as best as he could, although he had no intention of going to law school, until eventually Phillip said, "Now where did the girls run off to? I'm sure they would love to meet Blaine, he's quite the catch." The other men all scanned the room, eventually locating one of them. She stepped in from outside and the man who Blaine assumed was her father waved her over.

"This is Trina, my daughter," he introduced, "This is Phillip's son, Blaine." She smiled at him sweetly and held out her hand. Blaine shook it.

"Hi," Trina said, "I know you from somewhere."

Blaine shrugged. "Do you?" she snapped her fingers.

"You're the a cappella guy. The lead Warbler."

"Oh, right. Yeah, I am." Trina grabbed Blaine's hand.

"Come on, let's go find Sarah. She loves a cappella music." Blaine was half dragged out of the house to the lawn, where there were plenty of people milling around. Trina sat down right in the middle, next to another girl. She gestured for him to sit down, and so he did.

"Sarah!" Trina half yelled, "This is Blaine, the Warbler guy!"

"Oh, you go to Dalton? Private schools are super sexy." Sarah said, smiling in a way that could only be taken as an attempt at seduction.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I do." He figured it was implied by the fact he was a Warbler, but the girls didn't seem to agree.

Sarah shuffled closer to Blaine. "Got a girlfriend then, Blaine Warbler?" she breathed into his air.

"Uh, no, actually," Blaine said, because it was true, "do you, uh, have a boyfriend?" He hoped that he came across strongly enough as not coming onto her, because he wasn't. He was making conversation, more than anything else. He turned to Trina, to show that he wasn't focussing on Sarah. He tried his best to ignore her hand on his leg.

Sarah leaned even closer to Blaine, as if it were physically possible. "Nope, I'm totally single."

Trina nodded. "I do, he's called Bryce. Do you know him? He goes to your school... He plays lacrosse."

"I don't really know many athletic guys, sorry. But he sounds familiar."

"Yeah, he's totes popular," Trina said.

"So how long have you two been together?" Blaine asked, picking up Sarah's hand and removing it from his thigh as it was slowly continuing to climb higher.

"Two months a week from now."

"Oh, that's cool," Blaine said, "I've been with my boyfriend for two months as of today." Sarah removed her hand from Blaine's leg altogether, clamping it over her mouth. "I would love to be, you know, not here so I could spend our anniversary with him, but I was made to come and talk to you two."

"You poor baby!" Trina said, sliding over to curl her arms around him, "you should call him! Get him to come over and join this party!"

"As much as I'd love to, he lives in New York."

"Long distance! How do you even survive?!" Trina said.

"We Skype a lot. Text, call, that kind of thing. We put the work in and it's totally worth it. I'm going to visit him in four weeks."

"Eep! Totes romantic, Blaine!"

"Yeah, I guess so. It would be nice if my dad would acknowledge him, though."

"He'll come around, I'm sure," Sarah said, having been awfully quiet. Blaine hoped so.

Sarah and Trina continued to mill around him for the rest of the evening, including hovering around in the hallway while Blaine called Kurt briefly to just apologise for having to run out on their Skype date again. Blaine suspected they planned on taking him shopping, so they could have a gay friend. What was it with girls and their obsession with having gay friends?

The three went back downstairs and each got handed another glass of champagne, which they felt like they had to take. Sarah left with her parents, and then Trina left with hers. Eventually the house cleared out, leaving Blaine and his dad in the living room. Phillip picked up the open champagne bottle from the makeshift bar and swirled it, judging how much was left, before pouring half of it into Blaine's glass and half into his own. "I'm pleased you're old enough to drink with me these days, Blaine," he said, "stay out here, we'll talk. Like old times, huh, buddy?"

Blaine shook his head. "Thanks, dad, but I'm pretty tired. I think I'll just go to bed."

"But it's a Saturday! You can sleep all day tomorrow, if you like. Hell, you can sleep through school too; no one cares since you have cancer, right Blaine?"

Blaine knew it was the alcohol talking. He tried not to see his cancer remark as an insensitive comment, but rather as some odd way for Phillip to express affection towards him. Somehow. "I'm just going to go to bed dad. Good night." Blaine started backing away, trying to escape the living room as soon as possible.

"So you and Trina then, huh?" Phillip said, "Are you going to go out with her?"

"She has a boyfriend, dad," Blaine said calmly, and Phillip nodded once, as though that wouldn't be a problem, "and so do I. Bye, dad."

Phillip mumbled something incoherently into his drink, draining his glass. Blaine fled upstairs and opened his laptop, logging into Skype and hoping for the best. It was a little past eleven- the party was hardly a raving one. He checked his online list, and sure enough, Kurt was there. He couldn't call him soon enough.