"Blaine!" Kurt said as soon as he accepted the call, "I didn't expect to see you again tonight! How was the party?"

"Fine. But my dad..."

Kurt's face fell. "Oh god, Blaine, what did that asshole do to you this time?" Kurt had met Phillip for approximately thirty seconds on one occasion, and he hated him. He hated everything about him. Blaine only talked about him when he was at his worst, and that was painful for Kurt. He had to feel a kind of hatred towards anyone who made his boyfriend feel so absolutely shitty.

"He just... tried to set me up with a girl again. Drank a lot. Made a joke about the fact I had cancer." Blaine was nearly in tears. It was ripping Kurt apart.

"Well shit," Kurt said, "Don't make me cry, Blaine."

"Just stay with me for a while?" Blaine asked, his eyes clouded with doubt as though he expected Kurt to say no.

"Of course. I hate that I can't do more. That I can't wrap my arms around you, kiss you. That I can't offer you anything physical."

"I don't want anything physical. I want you."

"You have me, Blaine."

"I love you, Kurt. I love you so much." Kurt smiled, although he wished computers didn't work like that. He wished that he could reach through his computer screen and take Blaine's hand. He had planned so much more for a first 'I love you'.

"I love you too, Blaine." And that was it. He wasn't falling for Blaine any more. He had fallen. He had been caught before he hit the ground. He loved him. He truly loved him. "It's been a rough night. You should get changed and go to bed."

"Yeah," Blaine agreed, "stay with me still?" Kurt nodded. Blaine shuffled around his bedroom, changing into his pyjamas.

"Go to bed, Blaine," Kurt said. Blaine took his laptop from his desk to his bed and climbed under the covers. "Now put your laptop down." He cleared off his bedside table and put the laptop down. "Now lay down. I'm with you."

Blaine lay down. "Can you sing for me?" Blaine asked, "Because you love me?"

"That's emotional blackmail," Kurt teased, "But I will. If you want me to sing, I'll sing. Anything for you, Blaine."

"I'm ready," Blaine said. He switched off the lamp on his bedside table so he was illuminated only by the glow of his laptop.

"Okay," Kurt said, and then he began to sing. "Breathe, and I'll carry you away, into the velvet sky, and we'll stir the stars around

And watch them fall away, into the Hudson Bay, and plummet out of sight and sound

The open summer breeze, will sweep you through the hills

Where I live in the alpine heights, below the Northern Lights,

I spend my coldest nights

Alone, awake and thinking of the weekend we were in love,"

Blaine closed his eyes, focussing only on Kurt's voice. He could hear water running in one of the bathrooms and shut it out. He was with Kurt. Kurt was with him.

"I am floating away

Lost in a silent ballet

I'm dreaming, you're out in the blue and I am right beside you, awake to take in the view

Late nights and early parades, still photos and noisy arcades

My darling, we're both on the wing, look down and keep on singing, and we can go anywhere,"

Blaine fell asleep and his breaths, that were ever so slightly shakier than they should have been, evened out. Kurt sang through to the end of the song anyway, and whispered, "Good night, Blaine Anderson," before he logged out of his account and shut down his computer, ready to go to bed himself.

Kurt sat at the table in the kitchen and flicked through some of the teenage gossip magazines, seeing what came up about him. There was hardly ever anything printed about him, but on this occasion there was. The magazine had a two page spread of behind the scenes pictures from Highlands, with a number of colourful boxes full of gossip from the set.

We all know Elliot and Meaghan are best friends, but Kurt and Cassidy are besties off camera too! These recent pictures show them getting coffee together. Cute!

Cassidy and Kurt had been getting coffee together, but they weren't "besties". He wasn't going to deny they were cute, though.

Cassidy and Luke say that they get along great out of character, but could the chemistry between Jake and Meaghan be due to some UST between the actors? They seemed to be awfully close at this red carpet event!

Kurt laughed. There was nothing unresolved about their sexual tension. That was a fair enough rumour to throw around.

The cast all going out for dinner together! It's nice to see that Henry is fitting in so well with his new character, Jasper. It seems like Kurt and Henry are getting along too, which gives us hope for Jelliot!

Kurt and Henry got along okay, he supposed. They weren't really friends. Henry thought himself to be much better than the rest of the main cast, which resulted in him being snobby and avoiding as many whole cast events as possible.

Some of the cast members were snapped at a charity gala hosted by The Wish Factory two months ago, and these pictures have only just surfaced! Here is Kurt, dancing with a mystery boy. They look pretty close, don't you think? Some fans have speculated that his dance partner is none other than Luke Stavros, who plays Kurt's on camera best friend, Jake. But since Luke and Cassidy are looking so close these days, could this be a love triangle in the making? More importantly, who could Kurt's mystery man be?

Sure enough, the picture was of Kurt dancing with Blaine at the gala. He couldn't help but find it hilarious that they thought of all people it would be Luke. From the back he supposed there were some similarities- although Luke was significantly taller than Blaine was, his hair wasn't as dark and he had an aversion for hair gel.

Charlotte wasn't going to know what to do with all the drama. She would be in publicity heaven.

"One week until New York!" Olivia squealed as Blaine flopped down on her couch. He was staying at her house on a Friday night so they could watch Highlands together- something that they had in common. When it occurred to them that could watch it together instead of live texting each other, it had become a sort of tradition.

Blaine grinned at her. "I know," he said, "and then I'll get a whole week with Kurt."

"Did I mention that James is here?" Blaine lit up a tiny bit at the name. He was with Kurt now, and he loved Kurt as he had said- he really did- but the mention of James' name got to him the tiniest bit. He had been Blaine's first real crush. If it hadn't been for James, Blaine may well have still been running around assuming he was straight.

"He is?"

"Yeah, he's here for the weekend with his fiancée." Olivia shrugged.

"Fiancée?"

"Yeah, Carly is nice enough. I was meaning to ask you if you would be my date for his wedding- if I don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend by then. It's next month."

"Of course. I can borrow another tie from Kurt to match your dress again."

"Did you ever give the tie back from last time?" Olivia asked, glaring at him.

"Nope. I wore it on our anniversary." Olivia laughed and shook her head, turning her attention back to the episode.

Blaine saw James exactly once while he was staying at Olivia's that night. James and Carly were staying in Olivia's room, since they had downsized after he had moved out, which had left Blaine and Olivia to fend for themselves and sleep elsewhere in the house. They had opted to build a blanket fort in the living room and stayed up late, watching Disney movies. James and Carly arrived at the house a little after midnight, halfway through their viewing of Beauty and the Beast. James had fumbled with the keys and Olivia had gotten so annoyed by it that she paused the movie and went and unlocked the door. Blaine followed.

"Thank you so much Liv-" he started loudly, "oh, fuck. Have mom and dad gone to bed already?" he whispered, having remembered that he wasn't the only one in the house.

No matter how Blaine looked at it, James was hot. He had been hot as a fifteen year old, but puberty had done its work and now he was really, really attractive. He was hot in a totally different way to Kurt- James was far more athletic in his build, typical surfer dude, and honestly he supposed he wasn't really his type. He wondered if maybe he only found James attractive at all because he felt like he was meant to, since he had had a crush on him all that time ago.

"Yeah, they went to bed ages ago. Hey, James, you remember Blaine, right?" Olivia said. Blaine gave a sort of half wave.

"Mom's letting you have sleepovers with boys these days?" James questioned, winking at her.

"Yeah, because Blaine has a boyfriend and we built a blanket fort in the lounge. Do you really think we're sleeping together?" James slung an arm around her shoulder.

"Oh, Liv, you have so much to learn. Good night!" He grabbed Carly's hand and pulled her up the stairs.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Olivia mumbled, thinking James had just implied that maybe Blaine wasn't actually gay, or something to that affect.

"How old is he?" Blaine asked as they began walking back towards the living room. He knew he was older than they were, but he had never thought it was by very much.

"Twenty. I know, he's super young to be getting married, but he's been with Carly like, forever."

Blaine shrugged. "Love is love," he said, "who really cares how old you are?"

Olivia whirled around in the hallway and put her hands on Blaine's shoulders, looking at him directly in the eyes. "Tell me you aren't going to propose to Kurt."

"I'm not! That wasn't what I was saying."

"Well thank the lord, Blaine. You gave me kind of a scare there."

"Sorry," Blaine said, "can we finish watching our movie now?" Olivia grabbed his hand.

"Come on," she said, "get your ass into the fort and we might get somewhere."

The week drags on in anticipation of Blaine's arrival in New York. Marie insisted that he flew, because she felt as though she owed him something for Phillip. He was originally going to drive, but Marie brought flying down to Blaine's health- he was fine, but she swore that reducing the travelling time was going to be good for him.

Marie carried his suitcase downstairs for him on the day of his departure while he said goodbye to Phillip. He received a handshake, still more physical affection than he may have normally received from him, so he considered it a bonus- and Phillip told him to have fun in New York. Blaine reminded himself that Phillip knew he was going to visit his boyfriend, that even if he couldn't bring himself to say it, he knew. To some extent, this was acceptance.

At the airport Marie hugged him goodbye and waited until the plane had the left the ground before she left. With Blaine on his way, she knew she didn't need to worry about him. He had been oozing excitement for the last few weeks, and she wasn't going to deny him the simple pleasures of independence.

Kurt had promised to meet Blaine at the airport. He had been approached twice on his way through the airport to Blaine's arrival gate, both times by teenage girls who addressed him as Elliot rather than Kurt. He took pictures with them and then continued on his way. At the arrivals gate no one so much as gave a second glance to him and Leah, which suggested that they didn't recognise him. Sometimes he would notice people flicking him looks every so often, or trying to sneakily take pictures of him. With one look around the older people waiting for the flight to land like him, he thought he would be relatively safe. There wasn't a single teenage girl in sight.

The people began to pour in from the plane, and mothers found daughters, husbands found wives, sisters found brothers, boyfriends found girlfriends, and most importantly, boyfriends found boyfriends. Blaine walk out of the gate and ran straight towards Kurt, somehow managing to dodge all the innocent bystanders in the process.

Kurt opened his arms to catch him at exactly the right moment, and Blaine's arms closed around his waist, burying his head in Kurt's neck. "Hey," Kurt said, "how are you?"

Blaine kissed Kurt, not even caring if anyone saw them. People would believe what they wanted to believe- if they wanted to swear that he was Luke they would. If they were convinced Kurt was straight, they would pretend they were seeing things- that it hadn't really been Kurt there in the first place.

"I'm good," Blaine said. He kissed him again. "I missed you so much, Kurt."

"We talked nearly every day, Blaine. There wasn't a lot to miss."

"I missed this," Blaine said, having not removed his arms from around Kurt yet, "I can't believe I'm finally here."

"It's been nearly three months," Kurt said, "I think it's fair enough to be a little bit disbelieving." Blaine dropped one arm from Kurt, leaving the other around his waist, keeping him close as they walked towards the car, stealing kisses as often as he saw fit- which was a lot more than most people would.

They drove back to Kurt's apartment, where Marie had agreed to let Blaine stay. It seemed silly to get him a hotel room when she knew he wouldn't spend very much time there. She was happy thinking that Blaine would sleep on the couch, even if she knew that wouldn't end up being the case.

Blaine put his bag down in Kurt's room. "It's weird being here again, after seeing it through a computer screen for so long," Blaine said.

Kurt smiled. "A whole week of internet free communication. We're spoiled."

"What do you have planned first?"

"My plan is very loose, Blaine. I have a meeting with Charlotte down at Carefree um," Kurt checked his phone, "an hour from now. You're welcome to join us, of course. It is the place we first met, after all."

"And until then?" Kurt nodded in the direction of his bed. Blaine stepped closer.

"What do you think?" he said, pulling Blaine down on top of him on the bed. Blaine smiled before he kissed Kurt gently.

"As we discussed?" Blaine asked, knowing Kurt would know what he meant. Kurt smiled back.

"Yes, Blaine."

"I love you."

"I love you too." Blaine kissed him, and it was happily reciprocated.

The pair resurfaced from the bedroom after their make out session ten minutes before Kurt's meeting with Charlotte. Leah sighed and shook her head when she saw them enter the living room, simply telling them that the three of them ought to get going.

Charlotte was already waiting for them at Carefree. Kurt and Blaine sat down at her table and Leah double checked their coffee orders and went and ordered for them.

Kurt was the first to say anything. "Charlotte," he said, "this is Blaine, my boyfriend."

Blaine extended a hand to Charlotte, who shook it politely. "It's nice to meet you," he said.

When Leah returned to the table the meeting commenced. They discussed mostly upcoming events that Kurt would be attending- the next thing that he had coming up would be the Teenies, an award show for teen drama series and movies. When it was brought up that it was taking place two days from then, Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt.

"Actually, that brings me to my next point," Kurt said, "I haven't really discussed this with Blaine, but I want to go public." Silence fell at the table, everyone focussing their attention on Kurt. He turned to Blaine first. "I want you to be my red carpet date for the Teenies. I've already talked to Leah about this," Leah nodded once, "and I won't make you go. If you don't want to be in the public eye at all you don't have to be. But these rumours are ridiculous- I mean, Luke, of all people- and I kind of want to... show you off?"

Blaine took Kurt's hand under the table. "Of course. If that's what you want, Kurt."

Charlotte grinned. "Well, this is just fantastic," she said, "be sure to be snapped a few times, talk to a couple of reporters. If you want to go public public, that is. If you're happy with an implied boyfriend, you can go with that too."

"We'll work it out closer to the event," Kurt said.

Leah decided it was time to wrap up the meeting and took a couple more notes from Charlotte, letting Kurt and Blaine leave. They headed back to the apartment and sat down on the sofa together.

"Are you sure you want to show me off to the whole world?" Blaine asked, "I'm not anything special. You're probably better off just letting them think that you have a thing with Luke."

Kurt took Blaine's hands and looked him straight in the eye. "Blaine Anderson," Kurt said, "that is the single most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. 'Not anything special'? Where did that come from? You are insanely special, Blaine. You sang a song to me at a showcase. You're absolutely gorgeous. You fly all the way to New York to see me. You're happiest when watching Disney movies and singing loudly. I don't what your definition of special is, but no matter which way you look at it, you are about as far from ordinary as you can be."

"I mean... I'm not him. I'm not some famous hot shot actor."

"I don't want some famous hot shot actor." Kurt kissed Blaine softly. "I love you, Blaine. I love you."

Blaine smiled. "I love you too."

"So are you coming to LA with me?"

"Of course."

"Good, because that was kind of my anniversary present and it would have really sucked if you had said no." There was a pause, before Blaine said anything.

"I have something for you, too, but it's kind of cheesy."

"Cheesy is fine. Cheesy is good. I'm not going to turn down your present." Kurt said. Blaine laughed slightly.

"Should I go and get it now?"

"If you want to." Blaine smiled.

"Okay," he said, "I'll go get it now then. It isn't a trip to LA, though, so don't get your hopes up."

"You didn't have to get me anything, Blaine. You being here is enough of a present for me. And going to LA with me, too."

Blaine stood up and went through to Kurt's room, where he opened his suitcase and quickly found Kurt's present. He returned to the living room and sat back down next to him, handing him the small box.

"Happy um, three month anniversary. I got it for last month, but three months is so much closer now so-" Kurt cut him off, kissing him.

"Thank you, Blaine." Kurt said, before opening the box slowly. Inside was a watch, simple, silver, and generally tasteful.

"I know you probably have half a million watches but I was talking to Olivia about what she had gotten for Natalie for their anniversaries and she said that she usually got her jewellery but there isn't a lot that's sort of a masculine equivalent so I thought that this would be good and-" Kurt kissed him again, successfully cutting him off.

"It's beautiful. Perfect."

"Turn it over." Kurt took the watch out of the box and turned it over. On the back of the clock face was the engraving K, you are the best cancer perk ever. Love, B.

"I thought we established I wasn't a cancer perk? That we would have met anyway?" Kurt teased.

"Well, I thought it was cute, but..."

"I love it, Blaine." Blaine smiled.

"You don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say that. I was so nervous about this; I can't even begin to explain it to you."

"It's perfect Blaine. You chose really well. I love it. I love you. You could have gotten me anything and I would have loved it."

Blaine kissed him. "Thanks, Kurt."

"No, thank you, Blaine. This is... really special. Really great." Kurt put down the box and the watch carefully, and then brought his hand to Blaine's cheek. He brushed his finger along Blaine's lips, and then traced the line with his own mouth. He deepened the kiss, leaning Blaine back into the couch.

They continued the same way until they were interrupted by Leah coming back into the apartment. She apologised repeatedly, instantly retreating to her own bedroom. Kurt and Blaine broke apart, and Blaine cleared his throat and excused himself to get a glass of water- apparently their making out had heated up more than planned. Kurt set up his iPod on the speaker system and loaded a playlist, putting it on shuffle.

Blaine came back into the living room and put his glass down on the coffee table. "So," Blaine said as he sat back down, "where were we?"

Kurt leaned in to kiss him again, before the song promptly changed. Look at that booty, show me the booty, give me the booty, I want the the booty...

Blaine started laughing, and then so did Kurt. "Well that kind of killed the mood," Blaine said. Kurt was still laughing. "Why is this even on your iPod?"

"I don't know!" Kurt said, "Stop judging me for it."

"I'm not judging you, just... come here." Blaine cupped Kurt's chin and leaned towards him, until Kurt burst out laughing again.

"This song is about eighty percent of the problem. Let me go change it." Kurt headed over to the iPod and skipped ahead, and then went back to the sofa. He leaned in to kiss Blaine again, but both were soon collapsing in a fit of laughter.

"Maybe we should just..." Blaine started, and Kurt tucked himself into Blaine's side, leaning on his shoulder. "Okay. This is better." Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head.

"This won't be a permanent problem, will it?" Kurt asked, not that he was really worried.

"I don't think so. I like kissing you too much."

"Likewise."

"We could watch a movie or something?"

"You know, I kind of want to stay like this."

"Okay." And so they did.