Blaine rubbed his face, a groan escaping his lips as he sat up. “What happened last night, kid?” Burt sat in the recliner watching as his son's boyfriend rubbed his neck, probably in pain from sleeping on the couch. “We had a really bad fight last night and excuse my French but I was an asshole” Blaine explained, giving Kurt's dad a sympathetic look, hoping he wasn't going to get killed for this. Burt chuckled, standing up and nodding his head over to the kitchen wanting Blaine to follow him. “Listen, it’s normal. You guys are going to have fights, Kurt is stubborn and caring and he'll do whatever it takes to defend something. It’s who he is.” Blaine pulled his eyebrows together, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “You talked to him about what happened already?” Burt shook his head, placing a cup of coffee down in front of Blaine. “No, I haven't seen him. He probably went out with the girls or something to get last minute things for thanksgiving dinner tonight.” Blaine sighed and took a sip of coffee, resting his chin in his hand, deep in thought. He really screwed up last night. “Don't sweat it. The distance from you will cool him down and he'll come talk when he's ready.”

Kurt entered the house, with Rachel and Carole in tow, all with arms of grocery bags. Thanksgiving was serious business and baking made him feel better most of the time. “Hey guys. Need any help?” His eyes narrowed as Blaine walked up from his bedroom, a warm smile on his face. “No we can handle it, thanks” he answered, giving him a sarcastic grin, turning into the kitchen. Rachel gave Blaine a sad smile and a small shrug of her shoulders, following behind her friend. “Don't worry sweetie, it'll pass” Carole assured with a motherly hug, rubbing Blaine's back soothingly as his smile faded. On the upside, he was glad Kurt wasn't ignoring him. That would have been worse.

They avoided each other the whole day. Kurt was mostly in the kitchen cooking while Blaine spent the afternoon in the living room watching football with Burt and Finn. He was wringing his hands nervously, wanting to talk to Kurt so bad and feeling guilty for last night. “Kid, you need to relax” Burt said, leaning forward in his chair and looking at Blaine, a look of borderline worry and confusion. Finn raised his eyebrow and listened in, his eyes focused on the game. “Sorry sir. I'm just... This fight thing is really bothering me.” He had to be honest. What has he got to lose? Finn looked over with his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “You and Kurt had a fight?” Blaine smacked his hand against his forehead looking down at the floor. Leave it to Finn to be nosy and loud as hell at the same time. “Really Blaine? You're going to sit there and talk about last night while I'm right in the kitchen?” Kurt asked, glaring at Blaine as he crossed his arms defensively. “No, that's not what I was doing, just because Finn asked doesn't mean I'm going to tell him!” Blaine defended, not caring who else is in the room. If Kurt was going to be bitchy, he was going to set him in his place. “Yeah okay, humor me, why would he ask if you didn't bring it up in the first place?” Kurt challenged, rolling his eyes as he walked away to his room to change. Blaine narrowed his eyes at Kurt's back and got up from the couch jogging after him. This was not ending that easily.

“Cut it out!” Blaine shut the door behind him, leaning his back against, knowing that Kurt couldn't move him if he tried. Kurt rolled his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest in annoyance. “Is this really necessary?” He asked, tapping his foot impatiently. “What? Were you going to ignore me forever?” Blaine wondered, his hands slapping down at his sides in frustration. He couldn't handle the attitude, not right now. “The casserole is going to burn if I don't take it out of the oven.” Kurt wanted to be anywhere but trapped in a room with Blaine right now. “I'm sure our relationship is more important than food Kurt” Blaine argued, holding his ground at the door. He wasn't going to budge. Kurt scoffed, rolling his eyes yet again, making Blaine grind his teeth. He hated the eye roll. “What relationship?” He questioned, trying to move past Blaine so he could escape to the door. “The one I thought was going rather well till you decided to fight with my dad last night!” Blaine mentioned loudly, fed up with this ignoring the problem thing. Why was it so hard for them to discuss this like adults? “And I thought a relationship was about supporting and defending each other, but I thought wrong. Now move!” Kurt side stepped again, his hand reaching for the door, only to get cut off by Blaine. “I'm not moving until you talk to me Kurt. We can't just sweep this under a rug.” Kurt leaned his head back, eyes closing in frustration trying to collect himself. They were in a relationship now and located in a state other than home so it wasn't like he could avoid him.

If Blaine didn't want to move, fine. “There is nothing to talk about. Please don't ruin my thanksgiving with my family!” Kurt shot angrily, taking a step back from the door to distance himself, things were going to get loud. If they were going to talk, it was bound to get ugly. “I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I was uninvited to your thanksgiving!” Blaine said in a sarcastic tone. “If you're going to act like this all night you might as well leave... I'm sure your dad would love to see you. He sure acted like it last night!” Kurt told him icily, not really thinking before speaking anymore, he was aiming to hurt him. It’s a known fact you hurt the ones you love most. “Oh that's rich Kurt...” He clapped with a fake grin on his face. “I didn't think you were one to go that low.” Blaine chuckled, shaking his head in disappointment. “And I didn't think you would let him talk to us like that! Do I mean nothing to you?” Kurt yelled, tears threatening his eyes, holding them back with all his might. He wasn't going to cry. “Well I'm sorry I've been used to him treating me like shit my whole life. I wasn't aware I didn't already explain that to you!” Blaine shouted, pressing his hands to his face, not wanting to get too worked up. “You have no idea how much you mean to me Kurt and that's why I didn't start a fight last night! I didn't want you to experience that!”

“... Just answer me this Blaine… Were you planning on introducing me as your friend, or as your boyfriend?” Kurt wondered calmly, questioning how out and proud Blaine really is to his father. “They knew you were my boyfriend. Why would I have to introduce you if they already knew?” Ignoring Blaine's answer Kurt moved on, not wanting to dwell on his lie right now. Last night was clear that his father didn't know about him having a boyfriend. “Where do you see this going?” Blaine narrowed his eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked harshly, feeling like he was being trapped to have a wrong answer. “You know, whenever I see Hiram and LeRoy I always think about how they've been married for over a decade and still love each other. They look so happy together” Kurt explained, swallowing the lump in his throat “I always used to think I would never have that and for a long time I was right... Then you came along.” His voice cracked at the confession, taking a deep breath before going on. “I want that... with you. I want to build a home and have a family with you... That scares me. I've never felt this way about anyone.” Kurt admitted, the tears getting harder to hold back the more they talked. “I want that with you too... I just... I do, but...” Blaine stumbled over his words, looking to the ground nervously. “But, what? What's holding you back?” The two of them stood in silence, Kurt waiting for Blaine to answer his question.

Blaine gulped, taking a deep breath; he wasn't ready to admit the whole story. “So much” he whispered, his hazel eyes meeting Kurt's glossy blue ones. “Being in a relationship. It’s a give and take thing, but why do I feel like I'm giving so much and getting nothing in return?” Kurt asked, his voice cracking as he tried to hold it back almost to his breaking point in the conversation. “I was taken from a lot so I'm a little scared to give Kurt, okay, I'm trying!” Blaine yelled in frustration, blinking to keep back the tears that threatened to escape as one slipped down the side of his cheek. Kurt couldn't hold it in anymore. He broke. “I don't know Blaine, it doesn't seem like it!” He cried out, his emotions flying everywhere from hurt, to anger, to immense love for the man in front of him. “I would go to hell and back for you” Kurt said quietly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he wiped under his eyes, sniffling. “You have to let your past go.”

Blaine shrugged, snorting a little in a fake laugh. “It’s not that simple Kurt... I'm trying so hard to open up to you but I'm scared it’s going to happen again” he admitted, noticing Kurt's hurt expression change to a glare that made it look like he just got slapped in the face. “You really think I would do that to you?” Kurt asked, opening his mouth to continue but waiting a minute to calm down. This yelling at each other thing needed to end. “Is that what you think Blaine?” He threw his arms up in the air, letting them fall back to sides loudly, his hand coming up to his forehead as he turned around taking a deep breath. “God Kurt, I don't know! No matter who I'd be with at this point I'd be scared!” He said loudly, sighing in frustration. “I was lied to for two years! You can't expect that not to affect me!” Kurt walked up and closed the large gap between them, taking Blaine's face into his hands. “I would rather go through a million arguments with your asshole father than hurt you” he said quietly, noticing the tears welling up in Blaine's eyes.

“I can't erase whatever it is that happened... But what I can do is make sure that you know how I feel about you so that you know it will never happen again” Kurt promised, his thumb stroking Blaine's cheek gently. “You mean so much to me Kurt... I can't lose you.” Blaine whispered, sounding so lost and not like himself. Kurt finally broke down that wall he kept up for so long. “You'll never lose me... I'm not going away that easily.” They smiled at one another through the tears, leaning in for a gentle kiss that did wonders. Blaine was pretty sure his heart skipped a lot more than a beat. Kurt slid his lips away, giggling as his boyfriend's mouth followed after him not wanting to stop. “I'm pretty sure the casserole is burnt.” He whispered playfully, his lips brushing against Blaine's as he spoke. “Fuck the casserole.”

Kurt was wrapped up in Blaine's arms on the bed, both of their stomachs full from a Thanksgiving dinner filled with delicious food, love and a lot of laughter, especially with Rachel's dads there. “I know I should have said this at the table, but Kurt, I'm so thankful for you” Blaine mumbled, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's hair. “I promise I will work every single day to prove that to you.” Kurt nodded slowly, glancing up at Blaine with a wide, sleepy smile on his face. “Black Friday is tomorrow... Wait till Christmas” he murmured, his eyes drooping as his head rested on his boyfriend's chest. Blaine chuckled and pulled a blanket over them, his hand moving Kurt's hair from his face, earning a peaceful moan. “Go to sleep babe.” Kurt hummed in response, his arms tightening around Blaine's torso.