“Hey,” said Blaine tiredly. He’d spent his day switching between sleeping and watching movies. His doctor had said that he had to be careful not to strain his left eye by reading but a limited amount of TV watching was approved. Both of his parents had gone to work, leaving him alone in the house. It’d been a lonely day but as he saw Kurt creek open the door of his room, the feeling immediately left him. “You’re smiling,” he notted.

“Is that a crime?”

“No. You just didn’t seem that happy yesterday.”

“Well I was angry—not with you—and I guess I couldn’t hide it. But today, I’m very very happy to see you. And I’m done being angry,” Kurt babbled with a bright smile, moving in to sit by Blaine’s knees on the bed. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Blaine’s.

“Kurt. There’s something you’re not telling me,” Blaine accused lightly as the older boy pulled away.

Smiling brilliantly, Kurt called out, “Dad!” and Burt Hummel stepped into the room.

“Hi, Blaine,” he grinned.

“Hey, Burt,” said Blaine, confusion seeping through his words. “So, what’s going on?”

“Kurt got his NYADA letter,” Burt said excitedly. Blaine looked from Burt to Kurt hopefully. “He’s a finalist!”

“Kurt! That’s amazing!” A smile nearly broke Blaine’s face and he threw his arms open, waiting for Kurt’s hug. The taller boy leapt forwards into his boyfriend’s arms. After giving them sufficient hugging time, Burt cleared his throat and they sprung apart. Kurt perched on the bed, sitting beside Blaine’s thighs.

“My father fought me for rights to tell you,” giggled Kurt. “I don’t know how he won.”

Blaine chuckled. “I’m so happy for you Kurt.” No one mentioned the elephant in the corner of the room: Kurt leaving. They both just basked in Kurt’s happiness and Blaine’s proudness. Fear bubbled inside Blaine at the prospect of loosing Kurt to New York but he refused to tarnish Kurt’s happiness with his stupid fear. This was Kurt’s time to be happy. He couldn’t ruin that.

“And, I just wanted to thank you, kid,” Burt interjected, stepping forwards. Blaine looked up at him with his single, non-injured eye. “Kurt told how…” he trailed off, gesturing to Blaine’s face, “this happened. And I just want you to know, I couldn’t ask for a better guy for my son.”

Like he did every time he got a bit choked up with emotion, Blaine pulled his lips between his teeth, his eyes glossing over with happiness. “Thank you, Burt. That means a lot.”

“Okay. Now, get better. Alright?” said Burt gruffly, leaning in to pat Blaine’s shoulder.

“Yes, sir.”

“Kurt, I’ll see you at home,” Burt stated, kissed his son’s head, and with a slight wave, left the room.

Blaine and Kurt stared at each other in silence for a minute before Kurt broke out in a fit of giggles. “I’m a finalist!” he squealed happily.

Smiling Blaine motioned for Kurt to get closer. The taller boy crawled over Blaine’s blanket covered legs and snuggled into Blaine’s side. “I’m so proud of you, Kurt,” sighed Blaine, placing a strong kiss on the top of Kurt’s head. “I told you never to give up hope.”

“Yes, you’re the smartest guy around,” teased Kurt, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s chest. The curly haired boy pinched his boyfriend’s ass playfully.

“Blaine!” squeaked Kurt, jumping in surprise. Blaine laughed. His hands trailed up and down the older boy’s sides, his fingers dancing on the covered skin. They lay together for a while just enjoying the comfortable silence. “So how are you doing today?” Kurt asked, breaking the silence.

Blaine shrugged. “Fine. Painkillers are awesome.”

Kurt chuckled. “You nervous?” he asked seriously, looking into his boyfriend’s one eye. Solemnly, Blaine nodded. Craning his neck Kurt touched his lips to Blaine’s supportively. “You’re going to do perfectly.”’ With a wavering smile, Blaine took Kurt’s hand in his, bringing it to his lips. Kurt responded with a bright grin.

“Thank you, Kurt.”

Kurt smiled. “You know, the pirate look works on you,” he teased.

“You think so?” asked Blaine cheekily.

Shifting to sit up more, Kurt ran his hand carefully on the side of Blaine’s face. The curly haired boy leaned into the touch with a sleepy smile. “We-you should be a pirate for Halloween.” Kurt stomach dropped at his words. He wouldn’t be with Blaine for the upcoming Halloween and that thought scared him.

Blaine seemed to not notice Kurt’s slip up which he was thankful for. Or maybe being the wonderful person he was, he ignored it. “Maybe I will. I’d be a sexy pirate.”

He laughed, throwing unpleasant thoughts from his mind. “You would.” Neither said anything else on the topic. Usually, Kurt would have made a remark about wanting a picture but he was afraid so he didn’t.

“So, did you bring me anything?” asked Blaine, puppy dog antics leaking onto his face.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “New Vogue and a US Weekly.”

“You’re the best.” Blaine kissed his boyfriend’s forehead. “Read to me?” he asked pitifully. Kurt began to climb over Blaine to get to the chair.

“Where are you going?” whined Blaine, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist. With a grunt, Kurt fell on Blaine’s chest.

“My bag is on the floor. And I’m going to sit in the chair. It’ll be more comfortable.” Sighing dramatically, Blaine kissed Kurt hard and released him. The taller boy ungracefully scrambled off the bed, grabbed the magazine, and settled in the chair next to Blaine. “So, US Weekly or Vogue?”

“US Weekly first,” grinned Blaine.

He smiled and put his hand out to take Kurt’s. With US Weekly spread on his lap, Kurt took his boyfriend’s hand and began to read. They settled into sweet domesticity.