He walked up Kurts drive way, moving towards the door though he wanted to run away. He knew that this would be the best thing to do at this time, but he couldnt remember the last time he did what was good for him.

He reached the door and knocked on it lightly waiting for someone to opened it, he looked at the address on his phone again as he heard someone coming towards the door just to make sure he was at the right place.

The door swung open and Kurt stood there with a small smile on his face.

"Hey," Kurt said gesturing for him to come into the house. He hesitated taking another breath before walking into the house, clinging his bag to his shoulder. "Did you find my house ok?" Kurt asked and he nodded taking a look around the house.

His house was beautifully designed, nothing clashed and everything blended perfectly. The cream walls and the dark brown curtains with swirls covering them.

"Nice house," he said turning back to Kurt.

"Thank you, do you want to put your stuff in my room?" Kurt asked and he nodded before following Kurt up the stairs to his room.

"Is your dad here?" He asked Kurt a little nervous that he was going to bang into him.

"Um, not right now, hell be back soon though, hes just gone out to get some food after I told him you were staying," Kurt replied and he suddenly felt guilty.

"He didnt have to do that," he said dumping his bag on the floor of Kurts bed room. It was decently big with a bed in the middle of the room and a sofa bed at the far end by the window. He had a chest of draws that sat neatly against the wall, he remembered the one he had in his room was always overflowing with clothes.

"I told him that we could just order again but he insisted that he make a proper meal," Kurt smiled and he smiled back. He appreciated it.

"Do you want the sofa bed or the bed?" Kurt asked.

"I dont mind, the sofa bed is fine," he said with a shrug.

"You sure?" Kurt said and he nodded picking his bag up before walking to the sofa bed and dropping his bag on top of it.

"Do you think it would be ok if I had a shower?" He asked. He was scared that he was going to say something wrong. He didnt want to get kicked out again.

"Yeah thats fine, its just through there," Kurt gestured to a door that he thought was a closet.

"Thanks," he said and started towards the door.

"Oh wait," Kurt said and he stopped. Kurt started to rummage through a draw and pulled out a towel handing it to him. "By the way when you meet my dad, I told him that I hit my lip while opening a door, and as clumsy as I am he believed me. So if he asks please repeat what I just said," Kurt asked looking a little worried that he might blurt out that an asshole punched him.

"Ok, dont worry about it," he said before he made his way into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, stripped himself of his clothes before climbing in, he sighed as the warm water hit his body. He rubbed his hands through his curls, he felt so much better now that he felt clean.

He looked around and chose a shampoo from the shelf that was attached to the shower and washed his hair, and then he grabbed the soap getting some on his hands before washing every inch of his body and then letting the shower water wash it off.

He stayed under the water for another couple of minutes before turning it off and climbing out. He wrapped the towel that Kurt had given him around his waist and walked back out into Kurts bedroom, Kurt was sat on the bed with a magazine in his hand.

"Ill leave so you can get dressed," Kurt said climbing off the bed dropping the magazine on top of it.

Kurt disappeared out of the room and he walked to his bag before rooting through it and pulling out a pair of clothes. He looked around the room making sure that all of the curtains were closed before dropping the towel and starting to get dressed.

It didnt take long to get dressed and he walked back into the bathroom collecting the clothes from the bathroom floor to put back in his bag.

Just as he was walking back into the bedroom there was a knock on the door. "Are you decent?" He heard Kurt call.

He walked to the door and opened it letting Kurt in.

"Wow, you look better," Kurt smiled.

"Yeah, I feel better too," he replied.

"My dads back, hes just started lunch, do you like spaghetti bolognaise?" Kurt asked and he nodded.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Are you ok? You seem a little nervous," Kurt said.

"Im fine, just not sure about meeting your dad thats all," he said honestly moving back to sit on the sofa bed.

"Blaine, you dont have to worry, Im sure hell like you," Kurt said walking up to him and sitting down next to him.

"What if he doesnt?" He asked looking at the floor.

"Then nothing, unless he has a really good reason he wont throw you out," Kurt said laying a hand on his shoulder.

He took a breath wanting to believe Kurt but he had been lied to so many times.

Kurt sighed; he must have seen his distress.

"Look at me," Kurt continued taking his chin in his hand and pulling it up so that he was looking into his eyes.

They paused looking at each other, staring into each others eyes. It was like the whole world had stopped, like he was realising something that he didnt quite understand. He hadnt felt like this before, it was strange and he wasnt sure that he liked it.

He pulled away and stood up pretending like it had never happened.

"Dinners ready," a voice called up the stairs.

Kurt looked to the floor before standing up and walking past him towards the stairs, he followed behind him unsure of what had just happened.