"mmm... Morning" Blaine pressed a gentle kiss to Kurt's nose before replying.

"Morning, Sleep well?"

"Not bad." Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's chest, tracing delicate spirals amongst the dark hair adorning gently toned muscles. Blaine closed his eyes and savoured the feeling of just being here with Kurt.

"I really hate to move, but my Dad's going to be here in a couple of hours." He made to get up but was wrestled back to the mattress by strong tan arms. He laughed and pulled Blaine up to bring him level with his own face. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment before Blaine ducked his head to capture Kurt in a kiss he hoped translated everything he was feeling. Kurt kissed him back threading his long fingers through the thick hair at the nape of his neck.

After a few blissful minutes Blaine pulled away and rested in his side facing Kurt.

"Do you want me to go?" Kurt furrowed his brow.

"Why on earth would I want you to go?" He watched Blaine shrug a shoulder.

"Might make it easier for when your Dad gets here. I don't want to cause problems for you – any more than I already have."

Something clicked in Kurt's brain, he realised that accepting Blaine and forgiving him wasn't enough. Blaine had to forgive himself and he would only do that in his own time, Kurt couldn't force it. He needed to realise he was good enough once and despite everything to Kurt he always would be.

"Don't be silly, if you're okay with it I'd like you to stay, we're going out for lunch and I'd love for you to join us." Blaine looked apprehensive but smiled.

"Of course I'll come with you, its just..." he trailed off, not meeting Kurt's concerned gaze.

"you're worried Dad's going to hate you?" A small nod confirmed Kurt's thoughts. Kurt pushed himself up so he was sitting supported by the dark leather studded headboard.

"Blaine I'm fairly certain my Dad doesn't have the capacity to hate anyone. He doesn't like people sure, but hate? He trusts me, and my decisions. Give him time he'll trust you too." With that Kurt kissed Blaine and left him on the bed, sauntering to the bathroom.

Blaine sat stiffly on the sofa tugging nervously at his shirt cuffs. He hadn't been this nervous since finding Kurt again. Kurt was fixing a bright jewelled pin to his lapel just as there was a strong knock at the door. He swept a hand over his carefully styled hair one last time and went to answer the door; shooting a quick reassuring smile at Blaine.

Blaine got to his feet slowly, listening to Burt greet his son. There was a pause and then both men walked into the living room. Burt fixed Blaine with a steady assessing gaze and held his hand out formally. They shook hands, Blaine trying to not to show just how nervous he was.

At one time Burt would have hugged him like a son, laughing and joking. Now Blaine realised just how much work he had to do to rebuild the trust lost.

"Hello Mr Hummel, I hope you don't mind me joining you today." Blaine attempted a smile while Burt continued to look him up and down. Kurt nudged his father in the side.

"Oh, yeah well. would'a been nice to have a little warning. About any of this but you're welcome."

Kurt rolled his eyes but moved round his Dad and linked his arm through Blaine's.

"Shall we go?" Burt eyed their linked arms for a second before turning towards the door.

"Am I going to find our where we're going this time?" he watched Kurt lock the apartment.

"Dad you know the rules, I choose a place to eat, you choose what we do after." Burt made a noise sounding suspiciously like 'Humpf'.

As they entered the tiny restaurant they were instantly greeted by a smiley blonde woman who instantly, without a moments thought pulled Kurt in for a hug. While Kurt chatted animatedly with the woman, Blaine took in the many details. Warm yellow fairy lights draped around the windows and through the flowering bushes cast an almost magical glow over the wooden polished tables. They were shown to a table in a quiet corner, provided with menus and left alone, Burt smiled at Kurt, glad at the progress he'd made in this city.

"Okay, Dad third page, there's burgers, burritos and salads – no you can't have the deluxe. Blaine, page one." Burt grumbled, having been denied exactly what he was about to order Blaine just grinned, it almost felt like it used to, it almost felt like normal.

After their meal Burt took them, with a little guidance from Kurt and Blaine, to a showing of 1956's fashion that Carol had found, Kurt chose not to tell his dad that he had visited it when it opened a couple of weeks prior, but ooh'd and ahh'd at the styles and spoke of the suit elements he could incorporate into his own designs at the boutique. While Kurt perused the various exhibits Burt and Blaine sat chatting about sports until a lull in the conversation brought around a more serious tone.

"I need you to look after my boy Blaine. I saw how he was when you left and it wasn't pretty. I need to know you're gonna stick around this time." He watched Blaine for a moment, taking in the slight slump to his shoulders, the lines round his eyes.

"He's putting his heart on the line here. I know he must have a hell of a reason for trusting you again, and I trust his judgement. I don't want to have to pick up the pieces again."

Blaine raised his head to look Burt squarely in the eye.

"Things are different now Mr Hummel, I'm grateful for Kurt's understanding, but I'm here to stay – as long as Kurt will have me. I never stopped loving your son and I doubt I ever will. I just want to make things right with him. I know you will but you don't have to worry sir, I'll look after Kurt." He held Burt's gaze until he spoke again.

"I'm glad to hear you say that kid. Now you're a part of Kurt's life again and I want to hear from both of you from time to time OK? And what have I told you about calling me Mr Hummel?."

Blaine smiled and nodded, He wanted things to be okay with Kurt's dad, He knew just how much they meant to each other.