Three weeks, it continued like that.

Every weekday, Kurt would go to Blaine's, and they would snuggle on the couch and watch every Disney movie ever made with several bottles of beer in between. Their dialogue was very stunted – Blaine didn't dare go into Kurt's life at home, and so they talked about miniscule things, such as the weather, or which movie they'd watch next.

It was the perfect escape, and David hadn't suspected a thing.

It wasn't long before Kurt realised how much he looked forward to his visits with Blaine. On weekends, he managed to play happy families with David, and every night David would either force him into sex, or beat him into submission.

If Blaine saw the bruises, he didn't comment.

But Kurt refused to completely acknowledge it. Blaine was just an outlet – nothing more.

But Blaine, in turn, was beginning to realise how much he needed these visits from Kurt. He spent the nights and weekends writing his songs – not getting out much and meeting up with some of the Warblers. His life revolved around their little meetings, because he didn't have much else going for him.

Blaine didn't want to admit it – that he needed Kurt - because he knew that one day he'd have to go again. Breaking himself like that wasn't something he wanted to do anytime soon.

"Why are we almost out of Disney movies?" Blaine said sadly, scanning the list of ones they hadn't watched yet.

"Because we skipped the crap ones, and the ones with real people in them." Kurt answered from where he was sprawled on the couch.

"Mm. Maybe we should actually watch them…" Blaine said softly, pulling out Tangled and putting it into the DVD player.

Kurt watched him with amusement, before stretching out his arms. "C'mere."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, grabbing the remote before heading over to Kurt and settling in his arms. Kurt leant against him, cuddling into him more than usual. Blaine just reciprocated, turning the movie on and pulling Kurt further into his arms.

"Thank you." Kurt said quietly, and Blaine looked down at him.

"What?"

"You're just…a perfect friend. You don't ask about what happens at home, and you're always helping me…I mean…" Kurt buried his face into Blaine's shoulder. "Just…thank you."

Blaine pulled him even closer. "Kurt, you're my best friend…and I really care about you."

Kurt looked up at him. "Despite my problems?"

"Despite your problems."

Their gazes locked, and suddenly Kurt was pushing up and their lips were touching in a perfect, long awaited kiss. Blaine didn't freak out this time, his hand moving up to the short hair at the back of Kurt's head, pressing him closer as they kissed.

Kurt finally pulled back, resting back on Blaine's chest and nestled into him.

"Thank you."

^.^

"I ... I have a secret." Kurt announced one day, looking down, away from Blaine's curious gaze as he focused on twining their fingers together.

"Mmm?" Blaine prompted non-committedly, dropping a kiss on the top of Kurt's head.

Kurt sighed, cuddling closer, dropping his hand to pet idly at Blaine's thigh.

"I'm not sure if I can tell you yet." He admitted, biting his lip nervously. "But I will tell you – eventually – just not yet."

Blaine snorted. "Unfair." He whispered against Kurt's temple, but he wasn't really that upset. "But…when you're ready, I'm ready to listen."

Kurt just nodded, tangling their legs together. They'd moved onto Pixar now, and Monsters Inc' was playing in the background. These days – two months after they had started their little arrangement – they didn't really pay attention to the movie, and spent the days just talking quietly.

A loud alarm went off, and Kurt sat straight up as Blaine sighed.

"See you tomorrow." Blaine said softly, and Kurt nodded, collecting his bag and heading to the door.

Kurt was always strict about leaving. No last kisses, no 'at the end of the movie' – he left precisely an hour before David was due home, and Blaine adhered to his rule. Kurt offered him a last smile, before turning and heading to the stairs.

Blaine shut the door with a sigh.

He was in love.

He couldn't deny that fact. It was far too strong and far too poignant to be ignored. Kurt was taking up every fibre of his being, and he couldn't not think of him. It was ridiculous, and there was no way Kurt could ever find out.

To be honest, Blaine expected it.

He expected to fall in love – hell, Kurt pretty much opened up the opportunity by presenting his case as 'just like when we were teenagers'. Teenage Blaine was desperately in love with Kurt, so his only defence was that he was playing the part.

He shook his head and wandered over to the couch, turning off the movie and collapsing onto the comfy cushions. It was Wednesday – he had a gig on Sunday – nothing too big, but his publicist had set it up and it would give him some extra cash. Not that he needed it though – he spent his days holed up in his apartment – he only needed grocery money and some for topping up his supply of beer. Even then, they didn't drink it very much these days.

It was just them, and Blaine was happy with it.

^.^

Kurt hit his head on the steering wheel.

What was he even doing?

He asked himself the same question each time he left Blaine's place – there was no way he should've been getting away with this for so long. It was ridiculous.

But if he wasn't getting caught, then that meant he could keep doing it, right?

It was wrong. So wrong. No matter how cruel Dave was, he still trusted Kurt, and Kurt was throwing that trust away. He assumed Kurt was working at home – and in truth, sometimes Kurt did pour over his designs while he was with Blaine.

Blaine had this weird, new innovative ideas that freshened Kurt's mind, and it reflected into his designs. If it weren't for David being around...life would be perfect.

So why didn't Kurt just divorce him?

Kurt gave himself a little sigh as he turned into his driveway, the question swirling around his head. His mind flickered back seven years, to when Kurt and Dave had first established their proper friendship. Dave had been there when Kurt had needed him. Dave was once a good person. Perhaps, Kurt mused, he was just waiting for that person to come back.

And could Kurt just abandon Blaine if that side of Dave came back?

Kurt turned off the engine and thumped his head on the wheel again. He didn't know the answer to that question.

He didn't want to say he was in love was Blaine.

He wasn't sure if it was true, and until it was, he wasn't keen on telling himself so.

^.^

"We should get a dog." Kurt laughed as Blaine made a trail of kisses down his neck.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, pausing on his adventure to Kurt's clavicle. "A dog?"

Kurt grinned. "Yeah. To keep you company on the weekends."

Blaine placed one more kiss on his skin before propping himself up on one elbow. "Also, we?"

Kurt bit his lip. "Yeah. We. As in…the two of us."

Blaine closed his eyes, and he let out a short laugh. "Kurt…"

"I know." Kurt whispered. "But you need to let me pretend a little longer."

"It's been three months." Blaine said softly. "This isn't a game anymore."

Kurt glanced at the floor, before taking Blaine's hand and grinning.

"Come on Blaine. We'll take the train…"

Blaine blinked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Kurt…"

"Please Blaine…" Kurt whispered. "The train…"

Blaine decided to indulge him, just this once. "Where are we taking the train?"

"Anywhere!" Kurt declared, and suddenly he was up, standing on the couch with his arms outspread. "Everywhere. As long as we're together…"

Blaine stared up at him, eyes wide. Maybe Kurt had gone insane….

"They wouldn't think we'd do it…" Kurt muttered, and Blaine wasn't quite sure what he was referring to. "But we would. Together." He let out a small laugh. "We'd take all your flowers, and we'd get a cottage in the woods. They'd be the brightest things that stand out of the green and grey of trees…"

Blaine listened in wonder as Kurt described what could only be paradise.

"We'll have neighbours who won't care who we are or where we came from…" Kurt said softly, slowly sinking onto his knees. "Nobody would judge us…and commitments wouldn't exist." He crawled forward until he was straddling Blaine's hips. "And we'd be together…"

He pressed their lips together in a kiss that was nothing like the few they'd shared before. It was intense – full of feeling, full of everything that was Kurt and so much more.

Kurt's hands were on the buttons of Blaine's pants, and their eyes locked.

"I want to do this with you."