Apparently he was not. Kurt groaned as he pulled up to his house to find Burt Hummel's truck in the driveway.

Great. Fantastic.

Well maybe he could say he was shopping with Mercedes and Tina. Or helping Brittany with her cooking for home ect. His dad wouldn't have any suspicions and Kurt could get away without having to tell him about Blaine. Or Blaine being his boyfriend.�

Kurt sighed and turned the front door knob slowly. The first thing that hit him was the smell. Onion, garlic, and burnt hair. Kurt winced and caught his mouth while he gagged. Then he realized the smoke that hung in the air. His heart stopped.

"DAD?" he sprinted through the living room and nearly knocked over the coffee table. It tore his shin and he cursed in between coughs. He stumbled into the kitchen and threw the door open.

His dad stood near the stove, a mixture of disappointment and confusion on his face. He stared down at a pan filled with a black blob that resembled tar. Kurt waved the air in front of him as he stared at his father in disbelief. Burt glanced up at him, but quickly returned his eyes to the charcoal mush.

"I didn't..." he licked his lips, "I thought cooking was easier... I wanted to... try..."

Kurt sighed and took the dish from his father. "Did you follow the recipe?"

Burt watched as his son began to scrape the blob into the sink. "It said cook on high for ten minutes..."

Kurt grabbed the recipe off the counter and read it silently. He reached the second paragraph and sighed deeply.�

"In the oven, Dad," he pointed at the recipe, "See? Cook for ten minutes in the oven."

Burt frowned and re-read the paragraph. "Oh..."

Kurt turned the hot water off and patted his dad's shoulder, "Go watch tv, I'll order Chinese."

His father slowly nodded and shuffled out of the kitchen, looking confused.

---

"So why were you cooking, anyways?" Kurt asked after popping a sugar snap pea into his mouth.

"I was hungry," Burt explained, "I didn't know where you were and I can cook for myself."

Kurt snorted.

"Well, I'm sorry we can't all make perfect souffl�s," Burt mumbled, "Where were you by the way? Finn said you ran out the door about five twenty. He said you'd barely said a word when he saw you in glee club."

Kurt silently pushed his steamed vegetables around his plate.

"So?" Burt asked, "Where were you, Bud?"

Kurt swallowed, "It was nothing. Just a- friend who wanted to talk," he shrugged, feigning innocence, "No big deal."

"Oh. Which friend?"

Kurt didn't want to completely lie, "Blaine. He's new."

"Okay. And is he... Does he play for your team?" Burt asked

Kurt rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. Of course his dad would jump to that conclusion, even though he was completely right... That wasn't the point.

"Im perfectly capable of hanging out with other guys, you know, even if they aren't gay," Kurt stood with his plate in hand, "And yes. Yes he is on my team."

Burt gave a small half smile as he put his hands up in surrender, "Excuse me for wanting to hear about my own kid's life. Now why don't you stomp up stairs like a good teenager and scream about how I don't understand you or-"

"Goodnight, dad," Kurt chuckled. He pressed a kiss onto the back of his father's head as he passed the couch.

"'Night, kiddo."

---

Kurt arrived at school the next day completely anticipating Karofsky and his goons' attack. He strode into school, head held high, bowtie straight, but peaking behind himself until he made it to his locker. He exhaled deeply as he fumbled with his lock, having to repeat it twice.

"Damn," he growled as he spun it a third time.

"You need help, Angel?" a body leaned dangerously close to him.

Kurt turned to see hazel eyes burning beneath long dark eyelashes. He sighed softly to himself as he instantly relaxed.

"Blaine..." Kurt shook his head.

"The one and only," Blaine gave a small wink as Kurt slowly regained his senses.

It was so frustrating that only the mere sight of those hazel eyes could send Kurt into a downward spiral of incoherentness. Kurt shook his head once more.

"Aren't you going to be late?" Kurt asked while Blaine's gaze continued to burn a hole through him, "I mean, you're locker's like a mile away..."

"Well, not anymore," he took a key out of his pocket and used the emergency unlock on the locker beside Kurt's. The lock popped open to reveal an empty locker, complete with a thick layer of dust coating the bottom.

Kurt's eyes narrowed, "And where did you get that key?"

Blaine shrugged and emptied the contents of his patchwork backpack into the locker, "I swiped Figgins' and made a copy at the drugstore. Cost me three bucks to get a locker by yours."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow, "But that opens any locker... In the entire school..."

Blaine tossed the silver key into the air and caught it, grinning slyly, "And I may or may not take advantage of that," he turned to face Kurt, "But right now I just wanted to be closer to you."

Kurt blushed and smiled shyly as the other boy leaned closer. Kurt slipped his binder out of his locker and closed it, before turning in the other direction.

"I feel like now that we're..." Kurt made a gesture between the two.

Blaine stifled a laugh, smiling fondly at the other boy, "Boyfriends, Kurt."

Kurt blushed bright red and checked around to make sure no one within hearing distance heard.�

"Yeah... That. I feel like I should get to know more about you."

"Okay. Like what?" Blaine asked as they walked down the crowded hallway.

"Like... Why're you here? Why'd you transfer from Dalton?"

Blaine grimaced and scratched the back of his head, "You know, that's not really the best story. How bout we skip it?"

Kurt frowned. They reached the doorway of their advisory.

"How about," Blaine smiled, leaning into the other boy, "We talk about you."

"Me?" Kurt squeaked, "No one wants to hear my story, believe me."

"No, you're right. I want to know more about you," Blaine squeezed his hand, "So, tell me the story of Kurt Hummel."

---

After talking throughout the entire advisory period, Kurt was only a fraction done with his stories.�

"So then I just did it. I admitted it to my dad and he told me he had known all along," Kurt smiled to himself as their class emptied, "I was ready to give an entire speech on everything gay for nothing."

Blaine nodded intently. He gathered their books and binders from the desks and led the way out of the class. Kurt made to protest about carrying his own things, but Blaine insisted.

Blaine also insisted on pushing everyone out of their way and giving dirty looks to anyone who looked at them for more than a few seconds. Kurt simply sighed, making a mental note of teaching Blaine proper manners.

When they got to Kurt's first period, he expected Blaine to hand over his things and leave for his next class. But he didn't. He walked in like it was normal. He placed his and Kurt's things on two desks near the back and then sat in one.

Blaine glanced up to see why he had stopped talking and smiled at the expression on Kurt's face.

"Problem?"

Kurt tilted his head to the side and slowly slid into the seat that Blaine now had his arm around, "You're not in this period..."

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows as he took a folded slip out of his pocket.

"Really? Because it says here that I have Mr. Thurman, first period," he smiled at Kurt, "This is Mr. Thurman, right?"

Kurt stared at him in confusion. He blinked once, twice, before looking down at the slip Blaine had unfolded.�

"You have every class with me..." Kurt said, eyebrows raised, "How...?"

"Let's just say I have some pull, when needed," Blaine winked and pushed the slip back into his pocket.

"You know, that's a bit creepy," Kurt folded his arms, "Some may say a bit stalkerish."

"Oh come off it," Blaine bumped his shoulder, "You're happy as hell and you know it."

"I don't know," Kurt shook his head, "You're kind of smothering me..."

Blaine chuckled and Kurt finally started to laugh too. Because yeah, he was happy. More than happy.�

The day continued, but far too quickly. Kurt found that passing notes with Blaine during class was way more interesting than his unchallenging curriculum. Pretty soon every subject became his favorite, as long as he and Blaine were together.

After eight periods, Kurt had conveyed most of his life story to Blaine. It wasn't as if Kurt just wrote it all down for him either. Blaine interrupted him continuously as he wrote with questions or comments. It was as if he was interested by every little aspect.

The next few days continued with the two sharing stories. The only time spent apart was after nine, when the mall closed and Kurt didn't have any other excuse for his dad.

---

"Lima Bean?" Blaine asked after Kurt closed his locker.

Kurt looked down the hall. After he had made sure that everyone had gone home for the day, he slipped his hand into Blaine's.

"Sure."

Kurt tried his best to wipe the idiotic smile off of his face when Blaine smiled back at him. He gave Kurt's hand a slight squeeze before starting for the back doors.

Kurt was ready to start the weekend. He and Blaine had made plans to go to the Westerville Mall on Saturday and hang out at Kurt's afterward.�

Yeah. Kurt was ready for the weekend.

Weekend. Weekend. That meant that it was Friday.

Kurt stopped dead in his tracks, letting his hand be pulled by Blaine.

"Damn," he cursed.

Blaine turned, confusion on his face, "What's wrong?"

"It's Friday," Kurt replied.

"And...?"

"I completely forgot I have glee rehearsal," Kurt grabbed his forehead and groaned.

"And...?" Blaine smiled. He gently pulled Kurt's hand away and gave it a kiss.

Kurt tried to stop his heart from it's erratic beat to focus on the problem.

"That means I can't go get coffee with you."

Blaine shrugged, "I don't like to brag, but I've been told my voice is pretty amazing."

Kurt's face lit up, "You want to come?"

"Yeah, why not?" he took a step forward, squeezing Kurt's hand again, "If it's something you're a part of, then I'd love to be a part of it, too."

Kurt began tugging him toward the choir room, "You'll need to try out. Do you have a song you know by heart?" He took a right down another hallway.

"Yeah," Blaine grinned, "I think I know the perfect song."