The door to the guest bedroom, which Kurt was staying in, clicked silently closed behind him. They made it to Rachel's family's house about noon-ish earlier that day. Charlotte and Jensen seemed to be very nice people, well from the twenty minute car ride; they had that kind of impression on Kurt. That was the only time that Kurt got to talk to them since they got picked up from the airport and it wasn't a one on one conversation either. This was all before they went out grocery shopping, Jeffery and Nathan option to go with them. Charlotte and Jensen first showed everyone to the room that they would be staying in over the week stay.

Kurt was staying in one of the four guest bedrooms there happened to be. Their house was huge; six bedrooms, four and a half baths, a kitchen for a champion, three car garage and enormous back yard. Oh, and an in ground pool. Not that the pool would have any use for Kurt the chlorine does horrible things to his skin. Kurt had never seen a house like this one before, only in his hopeful dreams of course. And this, this house was living the dream. This house was everything he could ever hope to live in the future and so much more. All he could ask for was a house are special as this one to achieve. He wanted to live like this. It was on his bucket list for sure.

Kurt spent the first hour an half after the adults left in a dazed and unpacking a few of his things. Anything that needed to hung up was now hanging in the walk in closet of the guest bedroom. He grabbed a pair of sweats and a McKinley cheerleading t-shirt and took a long shower. But he found in incredible hard to focus on anything. His mind kept on thinking back to the plane ride, the one from Pennsylvania to Connecticut. Kurt had the hardest time keeping his eyes from staring at Blaine's hand on his. The image so clear still to this hour, sort of like his mind took a snapshot with the best camera in the world then permanently saved it into his brain. He could remember the feeling of Blaine's fingertips gently on the top of his hand. He could trace the creases of Blaine's knuckles and what might have been the tiniest scar he has ever seen on the base on Blaine's pinky finger. The image stayed fixed in his mind.

Kurt was afraid to ask Blaine what and why did he do what he did, there was multiple times he could have mentioned or brought it to Blaine's attention, that hello he did notice Blaine's hand upon his. Like when they got off the plane or when Blaine passed Kurt's bedroom door the six times in the past two hours. Or simply just any time since they arrived at Charlotte and Jensen's lovely home. But he didn't. He couldn't. How could he? Kurt made a promise. And besides it didn't seem like Blaine wanted any recognition of it. Blaine had avoided Kurt like he was the black plague ever since they landed in Connecticut. Kurt didn't know how to take the saddened change in Blaine's attitude. He was intrigued by Blaine's tiny interaction of comfort. He wanted to know why. Okay, he didn't really want to know. As he said before he didn't want to be involved with Blaine in anyway, shape or form. But something, something inside Kurt urged and tugged at him. Pulling and pushing him to find out the reason or whatever the hell it was for Blaine to comfort him.

Kurt tipped toed down the hall trying to get to the stairs that would lead him to the main floor of the house. This house ever meant passing Rachel and Blaine's rooms and didn't really feel like having an interaction with either of them at this time. Kurt's sock covered feet moved silently across the deep burgundy-brown wood floor. The hallway was positively lit at this time of day. The four o'clock setting sun casted lights and shadows in through the window at the other end of the hall. Rachel's bedroom door was shut tightly for whatever she was doing, probably getting dressed from the shower she took. Kurt slide by quietly not getting her attention, only to find the next door diagonally across the hall, the bedroom occupied by Blaine, to be wide open.

Kurt held his breath as he took those last few steps toward the open door. He stood on the edge on the shadows that were made from the light radiating form the room. This could be it, this could be the time. Kurt could finally confront Blaine. He stepped into the light and turned his body slightly to face the open doorway. This is it.

Kurt opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it and covered his mouth with his hand, because there was Blaine laying a cross the bed on his stomach shirtless and wearing a pair of pajama bottoms. He eyes traveling from Blaine's curls and slowly down his back. Toned and all muscly. Kurt sucked in a breath when his eyes landed on Blaine's sleeping face. Peaceful and gorge… Kurt quickly averted his eyes.

"No," he muttered. You are supposed to be staying far away from this man. You can't have association with him what so ever. Kurt ran down the stairs and then down them.

"Oh hey Kurt!" a voice spoken out and Kurt let out a scream falling backward on to his butt. "Oh my god, are you okay?" Kurt looked up to see Nathan kneeling down in front of him. "I didn't mean to scare you." Kurt started to laugh bringing his hands up to cover his mouth with embarrassment. Nathan looked at him incredulous. "Did you hit your head?" Nathan asked him.

Kurt shook his head 'no', "My ass hurts though." Nathan couldn't help but crack a smile and join Kurt in a few laughs. He grabbed on to both of Kurt's hands, when he settled down from laughing, and pulled him to his feet.

"I am sorry for scaring you Kurt," Nathan apologized again.

Kurt shook his head, "No, no, it wasn't you. I didn't think you guys were back yet."

"Oh, yeah we arrived about ten minutes ago. I was going to see if one of you guys wanted to help me make dinner. I insisted that I made the first dinner as a thank you. Charlotte didn't seem to be too happy with that, but I convinced her. I would ask Jeffery to help but he is a terrible cook, like he burns water." Nathan tired not to show how desperate he was but Kurt caught on.

"That's my father, a water burner. I'll help you," Kurt complied. Anything to stay far away from Blaine.

"No, no, I couldn't ask you to do that, I'll just get one of my children," Nathan said and tried to move past Kurt to go upstairs.

"No, I'll do it. I love to cook and you guys included me on this and besides Rachel is taking a shower." Nathan looked at him in relief.

"Oh thank you! Rachel always messes things up; don't tell her I said that. And Blaine he used to be a fantastic cook but…." The smile disappeared from Nathan's face for a few seconds before one appeared again. "Anyway, come, come. Let's do this!" Nathan linked arms with Kurt and proceed to the kitchen.

Kurt was still in awe over how big it was, a breakfast bar, an island, and a refrigerator that matched the cabinets.

"I would like you to make bruschetta. Do you know how to make that?" Nathan asked unlinking arms. Kurt gave him a look. "Ahh, why did I even ask," Nathan said allowed with a small smile on his face. "All the ingredients are on the island. You work on that and I will start making the vegan meatballs," Kurt nodded and walked over to the island, he admired the ingredients on the surface and went over the recipe in his head.

Tomato's? Check. Basil? Check. Parmesan? Oh, a block of fresh parmesan, check. Garlic cloves? Check. Olive oil? Check. Salt? Pepper? Check. A bottle stood in the corner of the island which was unfamiliar to Kurt. He picked it up to read the label, balsamic vinegar, something that he never used before while making bruschetta. Kurt repositioned the bowl so it lay closer to him and then picked up an already washed tomato and a Bobby Flay knife that lay near. Kurt diced about twenty tomatoes and placed them into the bowl, he wasn't sure if the bowl was going to be big enough.

"Wow Kurt, those are really nicely cut. You should join me in the kitchen more often." Kurt let out a nervous laugh at Nathan kind words.

"Thanks, do you have a garlic mincer?" Kurt asked, Nathan gave a nod and retrieved it for him.

"Finding me a replacement already, are you?" Jeffery said walking in the kitchen and sitting down at the breakfast bar. Kurt looked up from mincing.

"Awe, I could never replace you. You're my knight in shining armor," Nathan said and stretched over the breakfast bar toward him. Jeffery met him halfway in a peck on the lips. Kurt quickly looked away back to the bowl of tomatoes.

"I'd believe that roles are reversed." Kurt heard Jeffery whisper. Kurt sighed to himself, because he knew he would never have that. He would never have someone that will love him unconditionally. Someone to hold him or be there when he get home from work to meet him. He would never be as lucky as Jeffery and Nathan. Never…

"Ouch, shit," Kurt muttered and quickly looking at his finger. He watched as the blood began to form from the cut.

"Are you alright Kurt?" Nathan grabbed on to Kurt's wrist and looked at it. "Oh, you're bleeding!" Nathan turned and pulled Kurt from the kitchen. "Jeffery! Be a doll and slice the bread will you?"

They entered the hall and walked toward the bathroom. When they entered, Nathan placed Kurt down on the closed toilet seat, while he looked up the sink for a Band-Aid. Kurt stared at the cut intently making sure it didn't drip anywhere on the bathroom rugs.

"You know Kurt, you are going to find someone one day," Nathan said voice muffled from under the sink.

"What?" Kurt questioned his heart raced afraid of where this could go. Was he that obvious that Nathan noticed his worry? Was he going to try and set him up with Blaine? Nathan removed his head from under the sink.

"I saw the way you looked at Jeffery and I. You wore the same look that I did when I was your age. Afraid to love, but wanting it so bad. Afraid to love someone because you don't know if they are going to leave you. I used to look at all the couples and admire their love and connections with each other." Nathan sat on the bath tubs edge and grabbed Kurt's wounded hand and began cleaning it. Kurt stayed still at Nathan's words.

"I used to wish for a chance at romance. Back then people were judgmental just like they are now. I used to watch the couples and tell myself I would never find someone for me, because of who I was, who I am. I would never find someone who was made for me, someone who could see past my flaws. I just wanted someone to love me but I had to remind myself that it wasn't possible and that I would be alone for the rest of my life. But then I met Jeffery." Nathan paused for a second before continuing.

"You know Kurt, life throws you so many curve balls but eventually it will throw one the right way and you'll hit it out of the of park. A home run. You'll find love in the strangest ways or in odd places or you could just happen to be at the right place at the right time." Nathan paused again. Kurt didn't know what to say. Was he really that obvious? Nathan dried the cut and examined it closely.

"Did Rachel ever tell you the story of how Jeffery and I met?" Nathan asked then unwrapped the Band-Aid from the package and threw the wrappers in the garbage.

Kurt shook his head, "No." It was barely a whisper. Nathan let out a small laugh and wrapped the Band-Aid around the cut.

"The way we met is an example of being at the right place at the right time." Kurt nodded for him to continue. "A strange meeting. It was December 24, 1989. I was in my junior year of college at Michigan State. The snow was falling down horribly for the past four days so there were no flights in or out of the airports. So I couldn't go home to Ohio. I was walking to the food store that happened to be around the corner from my apartment. There had to be at least five feet of snow piled on the sides of the roads and the roads covered in a layer as well. The snow plows couldn't keep up. It was a terrible winter.

"I had my coat collar pulled up close to my face and my fingers jammed tightly in to my coat pockets. I was minding my own business when I tripped over something. I didn't fall or anything, I caught my balance. But when I looked to see what I tripped over, I found a boy. And he only looked to be about a few years younger than I. He had made a kind of hole in the snow, half an igloo kind of? He didn't seem to be all there. I don't know what possessed me to pick up this boy and carry him all the way back to my apartment but I did." Kurt watched Nathan; he seemed distant as he thought of the past.

"At my apartment, I changed him into dry clothes. He was practically soaking. I put him in my bed and pilled all the blankets that I had on him and knocked the temperature up a few degrees ignoring the fact that I didn't really have money to be paying for heat. I stayed with him, for about two hours after that. I wanted, for some reason to be there when he woke up. I needed to be there. And when he did wake up he was hysterical! He wasn't sure where he was and he said he was scared. When I finally calmed him down he began to cry. I wrapped my arms protectively around this stranger that just took in from the street and let him cry in my arms.

"It was heartbreaking to watch him. He was all alone. I got him to calm down after a while and that when I started to ask some questions. He told me that he was kicked out of his house because he told his family that he was gay. He said that they beat him and drove him all the way from Kentucky to Michigan and just left him there three days before with only twenty dollars and the clothes on his back. I had never seen someone cry so much in my life. He told me that all he wanted for Christmas was for his family to accept him. That's why he came out. He hoped by Christmas Day they would be okay and accept him. I wasn't too sure how to comfort him, so I told him I was gay and that it was okay to be himself and then I told him that no one should be alone for Christmas. I told him that he could stay with me as long as he liked." Nathan laughed.

"What person would bring a stranger in his home then tell them they can stay as long as they like?" a smile formed on Kurt's face and he looked down at his hands. "If someone told me that day twenty-three years ago that I was going to marry and have kids with the boy I picked off the street I would have laughed in their faces. I guess what I am trying to tell you is that love comes in the weirdest ways and one day you will find that person who will love you for who you are. You just have to get past all the curves balls first." Kurt found Nathan giving him a cheerful smile but Kurt didn't respond, instead he just looked back down to his damaged finger.

"But what…" Kurt's voice was quiet. Nathan grabbed a hold of Kurt's hands.

"Kurt, look at me," he had no reason not to obey. Fresh tears where forming in his eyes.

"One day, that ball is going to fly straight, pigs will fly, hell will freeze over! If that's what you believe in. whatever, that doesn't matter, what matters is that you will find someone. Trust me, okay? Trust me, me who has been through what you are going through, okay?" Kurt gave a strong nod and a smile showed through his unshed tears. Nathan smiled back, "Okay good, now wipe away those tears and come help me finish dinner, yeah?"

Nathan released one of his hands so he could wipe his eyes and pulled Kurt up with the other. Nathan wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder and rubbed it in a comforting way. The way Nathan cared for him made his heart ache. He suddenly missed his mother and felt home sick. He was probably going to have to call his father later tonight.

When they made it back to the kitchen they found Jeffery snacking on the bread he just cut. Nathan slapped his hand away and told Kurt to set the table. Nathan put Jeffery in charge in finishing the Bruschetta and told him not to eat any while he was doing it. After Kurt finished the table he sat down at the breakfast bar and was memorized by the connection that Nathan and Jeffery. They almost were in sync with each other.

"I was just telling Kurt about the first day we met," Nathan said pouring the pasta into the boiling water on the stove top. Kurt froze eyes darting over to the island where Jeffery was. How was Jeffery going to take the news of his personal business being thrown around? Jeffery stopped what he was doing, but didn't look up. His face screwed up in curiosity. Probably wondering why he was brought up in conversation but eventually his lips turned up into a smile.

"Oh yeah?" Jeffery finally spoke up. Kurt wasn't sure if Jeffery was happy about him knowing.

"Mhm," Nathan agreed and walked over to Jeffery side, bumping him with his hip. While reaching to grab the bowl from Jeffery's grasp but Jeffery stopped him by grabbing Nathan's wrist and turning them face to face.

"Did you tell him how you saved my life?" Jeffery asked and kissed the tip of Nathan's nose. Nathan smiled broadly at him.

"Not in such words, cupcake," Nathan pecked his cheek and stole the bowl off the counter and began to journey to the table. Jeffery shook his head and lightly slapped Nathan butt before turning to the sink to wash his hands muttering, "Cupcake." Nathan gave Kurt a wink which made him giggle.

By the time they all sat down to eat, Blaine included surprisingly, Kurt was in a better mood. Spending that time with Nathan and Jeffery, really did wonders.

"Mm, this is great! Nathan you did a fantastic job. Everything tastes so good!" Charlotte said excitedly and Jeffery concurred.

"Oh my god, this bruschetta is amazing!" Rachel practically moaned in delight.

"Ahh, don't thank me for that, Kurt did most of it till he tried to chop off his finger," Nathan argued. Kurt held up his bandaged finger and muttered a quiet, "Guilty." Everyone laughed even though it wasn't that funny, well everyone but Blaine he stared bleakly at the dish in front of him, ignoring the lame chatter among the table. His fingers wrapped around the fork tightly.

When the chatter and laughter died down, charlotte spoke, "So did you guys enjoy your time while we were at the market?"

"Oh yes," Rachel spoke up first. "Kurt and I each had a shower. You know how great it feels to shower right after a long flight?"

"Indeed I do," Charlotte agreed, she opened her mouth to speak but Blaine beat her to it.

"I was trying to take a nap," Kurt froze and slowly looked up and found Blaine staring at him. Kurt's mind was running, did Blaine see me? Staring at him through the doorway? Was he still awake? "I was trying to take a nap but somebody decided scream bloody murder." Blaine's voice was a bit on edge. He lifted his glass and took a sip.

"Oh that was Kurt, I accidently…"

"You know Kurt," Blaine interrupted and all eyes were on him but Blaine's eyes remained on Kurt. "If you scream like that when I'm fucking you raw, we are going to need a sound proof room." Kurt's fork fell to the plate in a loud clank and a few gasp went around the table.

"Blaine," Jeffery spoke sternly, but Blaine ignored.

"The neighborhood may just phone the police."

"Blaine!" Jeffery shouted and Kurt's eyes frantically looked around the table.

"No, I . . . I," Kurt stammered. Rachel's hand went on his shoulder.

"Blaine, go to your room," Jeffery tried to stay calm but you could hear the roughness in his voice. Blaine didn't move from his spot. "Blaine now!" Blaine let out a tired sigh.

"I need a cigarette anyways," Blaine stood and disappeared out of the room. Jeffery sighed placing a hand on his temple. Kurt was still panicking and locked eyes with Nathan.

"I wouldn't… I would never… I never…" Nathan gave him a sympathetic look.

"I know," was all Nathan said.

"Char, Jensen, I'm so sorry sometimes he just gets like that," Jeffery said.

"It's okay, you told us that this happens," Jensen said looking at Kurt.

Nathan shook his head, "Yeah, but it shouldn't have happened… Kurt, has Blaine done anything like that to you before?" Kurt looked around the table feeling nervous cause all the eyes were now on him. Rachel's hand rubbed his shoulder.

"You can tell us Kurt," Rachel whispered in his ear.

Kurt let the memories fill his mind. He thought about the first time Blaine and himself met. Blaine shoving him against the lockers. He remembered how the lock left bruises on his back. Rachel saved him from that. Did she forget about that? Did she not remember? It wasn't that long ago. Kurt thought about the time he was in the parking lot where he slapped Blaine across the face. And then the time where Rachel left him in the hall to go to the bathroom. That was the time Blaine promised that he would get him in bed. Those were horrible times. He didn't like the way Blaine talked to him acted like he was a piece of meat.

But then Kurt remembered the time where Blaine saved him from bullies and then thought about the plane ride and he didn't feel so mad.

"I- uh –no. No he hasn't," and that was that Nathan nor did Jeffery bother him about Blaine the rest of dinner.

As Kurt laid in bed that night he thought about a lot of things. Like how he should call his father and how he misses his mother. He thought about what Nathan said earlier about finding someone who loves him. But he mostly thought about Blaine. He want sure why he didn't tell them Blaine was semi-harassing him. But that wasn't what his main thought was. Kurt wondered why Blaine was so nice on the plane but suddenly back to being a jackass at dinner. Kurt groaned annoyed. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was to stay away from Blaine and any trouble. But now all he could do was think about the asshole. Kurt didn't want anything to do with Blaine. Kurt hated Blaine. He hated him. Everything about him