"Hi Blaine," Kurt greeted brightly and Blaine smiled back. He had lost the uniform and Kurt was pleased to see him wearing a black polo shirt, bright red jeans that were tight and a little bowtie around his neck.

"Hi Kurt," Blaine greeted back just as joyfully.

"Come in. I hope you found us okay," Kurt said as he held the door open for Blaine to step through.

"Your directions were perfect," Blaine assured him. "Your house is really cute too."

"Thank you Blaine," Elizabeth smiled as they entered the living room where Mildred and herself were having a cup of coffee.

"It's nice to see you again Mrs Hummel," Blaine greeted her politely and both women beamed at his politeness.

"Call me Elizabeth or Lizzie," She smiled at him. "This is my sister Mildred. Feel free to ignore her."

"Oi!" Mildred protested and Blaine laughed while Kurt rolled his eyes.

"We're going to get going," Kurt said, jerking his head towards the door. "We'll be back later."

"Sure thing. Blaine, are you staying for dinner? I'm making a roast," Elizabeth asked and Blaine's face lit up.

"I would love to, if it's not too much trouble," Blaine agreed looking at Kurt who smiled and nodded his head.

"It's fine," Kurt assured him. "Let's go. Bye mum."

"Have fun you two and call if you need anything," Elizabeth called after them as they left. The two sister looked at each other and grinned mischievously.

"It's a date," they laughed.

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"Thanks for letting me stay for dinner," Blaine said as they waited in line to get their tickets.

"It's no problem," Kurt assured him shyly. "I'm glad you want to stay."

Blaine grinned at him shyly and nudged his shoulder. "Of course I do. You're mum is really nice."

"She's the best," Kurt agreed and the moved forward with the line. When it go to their turn, Kurt pulled out his wallet to pay for his ticket but Blaine had beaten to the punch and paid for both.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed. "You didn't need to do that."

"I wanted to," Blaine grinned carefree.

"Okay," Kurt stuttered. "But popcorn is on me."

"Deal," Blaine laughed and they weaved through the crowd to the concession stand. Kurt paid for their food and drinks before they headed into the theatre. They chose seats near the back and were surprised that not many people were in the theatre.

"I like it better this way," Kurt told Blaine as they settled into their seats. "You don't get as many people acting stupid or kicking your chair because you're too tall and can't see over you."

"People sitting behind me never have that trouble," Blaine winked and Kurt chuckled.

The lights dimmed and Kurt crossed his one leg over the other and settled in for the movie. Halfway through the movie their arms brushed against the arm rest and Blaine made no move to move his arm. Kurt blushed and was glad that Blaine couldn't see it in the darkened theatre. He had trouble concentrating on the movie, his mind over analysing everything.

He was surprised when the lights began to glow brighter and the credits were rolling.

"What did you think?" Blaine asked, turning to face Kurt.

"It was great," Kurt beamed. I'm sure it would be true if you could remember what happened in the second half, he scolded himself.

"You hated it," Blaine frowned and Kurt realized his smile wasn't that convincing.

"No, I liked it. I promise," Kurt assured him and Blaine pursed his lips.

"You sure?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded.

"Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a dirty needle in my eye. Eat a horse manure pie," Kurt rhymed and Blaine chuckled, shaking his head.

"We should get moving," Blaine winced as he saw one of the staff tapping her foot, waiting for them to leave so she could clean the theatre before the next showing. They scrambled out of their seats and hurried out, going straight to the car. They drove back to the Hummel home and Kurt noticed Mildred's car was gone.

Kurt led them up the garden path and inside, taking off their shoes before collapsing on the living room couch.

"How was the movie?" Elizabeth asked, looking up from sheets of music she had been looking through at the kitchen table.

"It was good," Kurt smiled and Blaine nodded his head in agreement.

"Dinner smells really good," Blaine added and Elizabeth smiled.

"Thank you. It shouldn't be too long." She moved from the table and into the kitchen. "Would you boys mind setting the table?" she called out and Kurt heaved himself off the couch, Blaine trotting after him.

Kurt handed him some silverware while he grabbed some glasses and they set the table.

"Is it just the three of us?" Blaine asked as he laid the cutlery down.

"Yep," Kurt grinned, popping the 'p'.

"Where's your dad?" Blaine asked carefully and Kurt blinked at him. He finished putting the glasses on the table and ushered Blaine to follow him. Blaine followed with a confused expression. They stopped at the piano and Kurt took down the picture frame and handed it to Blaine. Blaine too in the picture, smiling at a two year old Kurt before looking up at Kurt, his face a picture of a question.

"He died when I was nine," Kurt spoke softly. "He had a heart attack at work one day."

Blaine breathing hitched and he clutched the picture frame a little tighter. "Kurt – I'm so sorry."

"It's alright," Kurt smiled at him softly. "You didn't know." Blaine placed the frame carefully on top of the piano, dropping his hands by his side. "It's just me and mum. Aunt Mildred comes by as often as she can but she doesn't live all that close."

Blaine nodded and his heart broke a little more for Kurt. Only one parent, bullied so badly he was forced to move school – could it get any worse?

"I'm sorry," Blaine apologized again and Kurt squeezed his arm.

"Come on, we need to finish setting the table."

Blaine followed Kurt and was glad that there was no awkwardness between them. Blaine couldn't imagine losing a parent. His dad wasn't thrilled that he was gay but was slowly coming around to it like his mother. His brother Cooper had always been there for him when they had been kids.

They took their seats when Elizabeth came waltzing out, balancing three plates on her arm and she set them down in front of them. Blaine took a bite and nearly moaned out loud.

"This is amazing," he smacked his lips and Elizabeth beamed.

"I'm glad you like it," Elizabeth beamed and Kurt grinned at her. Dinner was smooth and Blaine felt very comfortable in the Hummel home, falling into their banter easily. Elizabeth was sweet, kind and caring – a real mother.

She shooed the boys away when they offered to help and they sat in the living room. Eventually Blaine had to get going and Kurt walked him to his car and was surprised when Blaine gave him a hug goodbye but returned it happily.

"See you Monday," Blaine grinned and jumped in his car and drove off. Kurt resisted the urge to skip like a teenage girl back to the house and bit his lip to stop the smile spreading across his face.

"He's cute," Elizabeth gushed as Kurt came back into the living room and he blushed.

"We're just friends," Kurt insisted and Elizabeth shrugged.

"Nothing wrong with saying your friends are cute," Elizabeth sung and Kurt flopped down on the couch beside her.

Yes Blaine was his friend at the moment – probably his best friend – and maybe one day they could be more, but for now he was happy being friends.