Surely, his dad had gone insane.

So, he made a slight detour to getting the air mattress to find his dad. Just to make sure Blaine had heard him correctly. He wasn't in the living room which only meant one thing, he was in the garage—Kurt sighed.

That was his thinking spot.

Great.

He pushed the door to the garage open and wasn't surprised at all to see his dad hunched under the hood of Blaine's car. "How's Blaine's car look, Dad?" he smirked, closing the door behind him.

"Pretty fancy car for a high school kid," Burt said, his voice muffled from being under the hood.

Kurt made an affirmative noise, he was well aware. He still wasn't sure how or why, but it was pretty obvious by now that Blaine had money. He made his way over to the car and leaned against the side. "Care to fill me in on what's on your mind, Dad?"

Burt sighed, and rubbed the back of one hand against his forehead. "How are you feeling? Blaine said you were in pretty bad shape with a migraine," he tilted his head towards Kurt, "I know you didn't have a migraine, kid."

"No, no I didn't," Kurt sighed. He couldn't exactly lie to his dad about this because it was pretty obvious what had happened. "I'm feeling fine, now. I just… mom's letter kinda threw me for a loop and I almost lost control today. Around Blaine."

Burt raised an eyebrow and turned his head back to the engine of Blaine's car after a beat. "Something like that isn't going to be easy for you, Kurt. I know that. That's why I'm going to trust your judgment with your relationship with him. I told him he could stay up there with you, but don't let me regret that decision."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Dad, we've only been dating for a couple of weeks."

"I understand that, I also understand that you just had a huge bomb dropped on you, and you're going to need him to help you sort everything out," Burt said, and pulled back, standing up straight. He shut the hood of the car and looked at Kurt, "I can't say I'm exactly…happy about this, because you both are so young—"

"Dad," Kurt interrupted, holding his hand up. "You know what mom's letter said, don't you?"

Burt took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I do."

Kurt scratched the back of his head and started aimlessly spinning a wrench just in front of him. "I'm going to have to tell him, aren't I?"

"Son", Burt said, and clapped a hand on Kurt's shoulder, "I've said that it's a personal choice, and it is. You're the only one who can decide that."

Before Kurt could respond, the door opened—he immediately stopped the wrench and grabbed it in his hand—and Finn popped his head in.

"Hey, heads up, Blaine's looking for you, so I figured I'd give you a warning so you'd have a chance to ya know, stop whatever it was you were probably just doing."

Kurt smiled at Finn and pushed himself up off the car. "Thanks. I should head back in, anyway," he turned to Burt, "thanks, Dad."

Burt nodded and went to wipe his hands down on a towel. "I meant what I said, don't let me regret this decision. "

Kurt just waved his dad off and followed Finn back into the house. As soon as they were in the kitchen, he let out a very unpleasant squawk when Finn suddenly picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. "What the hell, Finn? Put me down!"

Finn just laughed and shook his head. "Nope, bro. Now, what is this about Blaine staying in your room? I helped him find the air mattress."

Kurt pursed his lips together and tried very hard to not do anything drastic that could very easily break the hold Finn had on him. "Finn, put me down. I… I'll explain everything, later, okay?"

Finn, for being as dense as he was sometimes, seemed to be able to cue into Kurt's tone of voice rather well these days. "Oh…oh! Okay, cool, dude. I hope it's something awesome." He started walking towards the staircase, still holding Kurt over his shoulder.

"Finn, you are not going to—seriously, put me DOWN!"

"Is everything okay?"

Kurt craned his neck around Finn's body to see Blaine standing at the top of the stairs looking amused and confused. "My brother," he gestured helplessly at Finn, as well as he could from his upside-down position, "doesn't have a concept of personal. space." He accented the last few words by lightly punching Finn in the side.

"Just helping you out in your weakened state, bro," Finn smirked and hauled Kurt up the stairs. He dodged Blaine and, ignoring Kurt's ongoing protests, brought Kurt into his room and dropped him unceremoniously down onto his bed.

Kurt glared at Finn. "You, me, backyard, tomorrow. You are going down."

Finn quick glanced at Blaine, who still looked a bit confused, then back at Kurt. "Okay," he coughed, and turned to leave the room, "night guys." Kurt didn't say anything when Finn grabbed the doorknob and closed the door behind him, seemingly out of habit. Finn probably didn't even notice what he just did.

Blaine watched Finn leave the room and gave Kurt an incredulous look. "What was that all about?"

Kurt shook his head and pushed himself up so he was sitting up against the headboard. "Nothing, just Finn being… well, Finn." He gestured to the empty space on the bed next to him, "going to join me up here while we watch the movie?"

Blaine still looked slightly dazed from what had just happened and shook his head quickly to regain his composure. "Oh, yeah. Rent okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt smiled. Trust his perfect boyfriend to pick a perfect movie that would have him melting in his arms, and maybe tearing up a bit by the end.

Blaine nodded, moved to put the DVD in the player and then crawled up on the bed. "I was really worried about you today," he said softly, eyes soft, as he leaned against the headboard and turned his head towards Kurt.

Kurt tilted his head so it rested on Blaine's shoulder—he didn't bother turning on the TV yet. He grabbed Blaine's closest hand and intertwined their fingers and squeezed. "I'm okay now, though. Sorry about Finn," he rolled his eyes.

"No need to be sorry. You two are definitely close," Blaine said, pressing a kiss to the top of Kurt's head. "You never did tell me that story."

Kurt blushed slightly at the memory, slid down to his head was resting in Blaine's lap and he looked up at his boyfriend. "Are you sure you'd rather hear this? We can just play the movie." This wasn't exactly the best story to tell your new boyfriend, oy. Maybe he'd just give the abridged version and if he ever really felt like it, he'd tell the really embarrassing parts later. Much later.

Blaine shrugged and started playing with the hair on Kurt's forehead, something Kurt would've cringed at if it was anyone else. "I like hearing your stories, I like getting to know more about you. I know we've only been…together for a few weeks but I," he bit his lip—which Kurt thought was unbearably sexy— "I really care about you, Kurt."

Oh, if Blaine only knew, Kurt smiled. "Same here. Well, Finn and I weren't exactly what you'd call…friends before all this happened with our parents. He joined New Directions pretty early after Shue took over…" Kurt continued the story, leaving out the part where he lusted after Finn, deciding that Blaine didn't need to know that tiny detail.

Blaine smiled down at Kurt and started massaging his scalp with one hand. "Finn sang to you at your parent's wedding? That's pretty awesome, actually. That kinda makes up for all that awful stuff, I don't have to try to go beat him up now. Although you two look like you're well past all of that."

"Yeah," Kurt said, almost in a moan, and let his eyes slip shut. "You're really good at that." He sighed when Blaine's fingers danced behind his ear, applying barely there pressure that felt so good.

"Here," Blaine whispered, cupping his hands under Kurt's shoulders and pushing him up. He tugged at Kurt's torso till Kurt was sitting in between his legs. "I'm also really good at backrubs, and you're probably getting those migraines from all the stress of Dalton, so let me help you relax a bit."

Kurt's chin immediately fell to his chest when Blaine's hands started kneading at his shoulders and he let out a soft groan. "I may have to keep you," he sighed.

Blaine laughed behind him. "Well I wouldn't mind that too terribly."

Kurt let his hands fall to Blaine's thighs and rolled his head back and forth slightly as Blaine continued to work on his shoulders. He felt Blaine's fingers push his shirt down a little and he let out a gasp when Blaine's lips met the skin on the back of his neck.

"Is this okay?" Blaine whispered, his mouth still pressed against Kurt's neck, and the movement sent chills down Kurt's spine.

Kurt nodded, and tightened his grip on Blaine's thighs ever so slightly. Blaine continued to place feather light kisses along the side of his neck and Kurt let his head fall back, landing on Blaine's shoulder. A soft sigh left his lips when Blaine started kissing on his pulse point. He brought a hand up to cup Blaine's cheek, and turned his head so he could meet Blaine's lips with his own, needing more. The kiss started off slow, Kurt let his eyes close and gently worked his lips against Blaine's.

He didn't know what it was—whether it was the knowledge of the connection he knew he had with Blaine, or the feelings he had been harboring for Blaine that he could finally, finally act on, or the control he finally had after having a disaster of a day—but Kurt felt an overwhelming amount of want for Blaine right in that moment. He wasn't sure how or if he should act on it because their relationship was still brand new but ohmygod, Blaine was an amazing kisser and literally driving him crazy.

"Blaine I," Kurt said, pulling back. "Can I turn around? Or would that be moving too fast?"

Blaine opened his mouth like he was going to answer, but paused for a brief second and Kurt wished he could just reach behind him and place his hand over Blaine's chest, but now would not be the time to give himself a headache. He was worried that he had pushed things a little too far when Blaine nodded. "Y-yeah, that'd be okay."

Kurt slowly worked his body around, shifting up so he was on his knees, and placed one knee on either side of Blaine's legs. He could feel his own heart pounding against his chest, and the rhythm sped up even more when Blaine curled his arms around his lower back, tugging him closer. He curled a hand behind Blaine's neck and placed the other hand on the headboard to steady himself before he leaned in and closed his mouth over Blaine's.

This kiss felt like fireworks. The slow glide of their lips together, inhaling the faint smell of Blaine's cologne, and everything Blaine. Kurt hitched his body up even a little more, just trying to get closer to Blaine and curled his fingers in Blaine's hair on the back of his head. He felt Blaine fist his hands in his shirt as their lips moved together a little more roughly, and oh, there was Blaine's tongue again, licking at his lips. Kurt let out a low moan when Blaine's tongue met his own, which Blaine must've really liked, because he felt Blaine's hips shift – and that caused them both to freeze.

Oh.

Kurt was the first one to pull back and he swallowed, hard. He let go of the headboard and ran his hand down his face, "we should probably slow down," he said softly, not being able to take his eyes off of Blaine's kiss bruised lips. There was something very appealing knowing that he was the one who had done that.

Blaine nodded swiftly and slowly removed his hands from Kurt's waist. "Yeah, good idea."

"I'll uh," Kurt started and swung his leg over so he wasn't straddling Blaine anymore, "I'll start the movie now, how's that sound?"

Blaine's eyes darted to the clock and he frowned. "I should probably set up the air mattress; I didn't realize how late it was getting."

"Okay," Kurt nodded. He crawled off the bed and walked to the closet to pull out a set of sheets. "You can use these," he said, turning towards Blaine. "I'll be right back while you set that up," he dropped the set of sheets on his own bed and went into the bathroom. After he closed the door behind him he leaned up against the counter and closed his eyes, waiting to hear the sound of the air pump. As soon as he heard it, he sent every object in the room –toothbrush, shampoos, conditioners, moisturizers, hairbrush—whirling around him in a circle.

He needed to calm down.

Holy CRAP.

He wouldn't have gone any further than that, of course not. But, wow. That kiss… Kurt was just blown away with how amazing it felt, and yeah, they had both gotten a little turned on—that was bound to happen—but Kurt knew, with that kiss that his mom's letter was right.

He was going to fall in love with Blaine.