Kurt had called Blaine's phone every ten minutes until it just went straight to his voice mail. Then he left five minute long voice mail messages until the inbox was full. It was obvious that Blaine wasn't going to pick up the phone.

Cleaning up the Anderson household was a task. Kurt did the best he could, since he wasn't sure where Blaine was. The party went on for hours. Santana and Brittany tried to get him to drink, and while he wanted to, he just couldn't. His thoughts were filled with Blaine and worrying about him.

Kurt had made Santana and Brittany help him clean up after the party. They really didn't talk to him.

"You know I think you needed to let loose," Santana said breaking the silence.

Kurt just glared at her, "I don't even know where he is Satan."

Santana threw the trash bag down, "We both know exactly where he is, so get your head out of your ass and just go over to Berry's house."

Freezing, Kurt didn't even think about Blaine going to Rachel's house. "I can't."

"Of course you can't," Santana said picking up some cups, "You think he is all kinds of mad at you for just wanting to celebrate his birthday."

Kurt sighed because what Santana was saying was partially true. He did want to celebrate Blaine's birthday in the best way he knew how and that was a gigantic party. Yet that wasn't how Blaine wanted to celebrate his birthday. His mind was all jumbled.

"It's okay, your dolphin will come back," Brittany patted Kurt on the shoulder.

Kurt went home that afternoon and crawled into bed. He stayed in the basement and didn't want anyone to bother him. Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, Kurt pulled the blanket tighter.

"Hey Kurt," Burt said pulling on the blanket, "Let's go."

"Go where?" Kurt said underneath the blanket, but it was muffled and Burt couldn't understand him.

"We are going to check out that house," Burt said, "Remember moving into a house."

Pulling the blankets off his head, Kurt stared at his dad, "Does that have to be today?"

"You promised to come, now get out of bed," Burt said, "I can't imagine what you and Blaine did last night."

"We didn't do anything," Kurt groaned, "I spent the night with Santana and Brittany."

Burt lifted an eyebrow, "Well I'll just pretend to believe you, but come on let's go."

Kurt reluctantly got out of bed and got dressed. He fixed his hair in the mirror and walked up the stairs seeing his dad waiting for him.

"What's with you?" Burt asked him.

"Nothing," Kurt said shoving his wallet in his back pocket. He reached for his phone, "Shit."

"Language Kurt," Burt warned him.

"I left my phone at Blaine's house," Kurt groaned.

Burt shrugged, "You'll get it tomorrow at school. We need to get going the appointment is for two."

Kurt followed his dad out the truck and they drove to the house. He had to admit the house did look nice. It wasn't that much different from what they had now, but it came with three bedrooms.

Burt talked with the realtor while Kurt looked at the house. It didn't have an upstairs, but a long hallway which lead to all of the rooms, plus the bathroom and hall closet.

Kurt had to admire the bigger rooms. He walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter looking at the house.

Burt walked in and stood next to Kurt, "So what do you think?"

"It's a nice house," Kurt shrugged.

"That's all you got?" Burt asked with a laugh. "I mean it. If we are going to live here I need an honest answer."

Kurt sighed, "It's great dad really. It looks great."

"Good," Burt patted him on the shoulder, "Because we just got it. I put in a bid in a few weeks ago."

"What?" Kurt looked at his dad, "I thought you weren't sure yet."

Burt smiled and patted Kurt on the back, "Oh come on kiddo. I can't have a bit of fun with you."

Kurt glared at his dad and then gave him a smile, "When do we move in?"
"Next weekend," Burt said to him, "Ready?"
"I suppose," Kurt shrugged.

"What's with you?" Burt asked him sounding concerned, "Did something happen between you and Blaine yesterday?"

"Maybe," Kurt said.

Burt nodded his head, "You'll work it out. I know you kids are crazy about each other, so let's call Finn and Carole to tell them the good news."

"Sure," Kurt nodded his head. He went back to his own thoughts and trying to figure out what was going on.

Kurt went to school the next morning ready to talk to Blaine. He went straight to his locker, but he wasn't there. The first bell rang and Blaine still didn't show up.

Rachel walked up to him and started to open the locker. She stayed silent as she put the combination in.

"He was with you?" Kurt asked her.

"I'm not talking to you," Rachel said to him, she opened the locker door and took out the books. "And if I was talking to you, I would ask you what in the hell you were thinking."

"I don't know," Kurt groaned, "I guess I thought maybe a party wouldn't be such a bad idea."

Rachel stared at him, "Oh my god. Now I am officially done talking to you, not that I was talking to you in the first place."

Kurt grabbed her arm, "No, I want to talk to him."

"Then talk to him," Rachel slammed the locker door shut and walked away.

Letting his head hit the lockers, Kurt let out a groan. The second bell went off and he knew that he had to get to his class.

Kurt didn't get to see Blaine until lunch. He was sitting with Tina and Rachel on either side of him. He bit his lower lip and turned his head up, if Blaine wanted to ignore him then fine. He can do it too.

Santana met Kurt at his locker later that day and she was smirking. Kurt knew something was up. "What do you want?"

"I haven't seen you around the Hobbit lately," Santana said to him.

Kurt gave her a look, "Drop it Santana."

"You know I used to be his friend," Santana crossed her arms over her chest.

"Exactly," Kurt said shutting his locker, "You used to be his friend. He is my boyfriend now, so if you would please just go away."

"Look," Santana pointed over her shoulder.

Blaine was standing at his locker changing his books out. Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He walked over to him, "Just look at me will you."

Letting his shoulders fall, Blaine turned around slowly, "What?"
"You have been ignoring me all weekend and day," Kurt said throwing his arms in the air, "What is wrong?"

"Can we not talk about this here," Blaine said to him.

"No, because I think I deserve this," Kurt pointed between the two of them.

A crowd started to gather around the couple as they were getting louder. Kurt couldn't have cared less, he just wanted Blaine to talk to him.

"Fine," Blaine said to him, almost yelling, "I'm mad and furious and confused and I don't know what else."

"Well finally," Kurt rolled his eyes, "Like always you are the one mad."

Blaine pointed to Kurt, "I told you, I didn't want a party. And then you went behind my back and planned one at my own freaking house."

"I was just trying to do something nice," Kurt said blowing up at him, "Come on, you know who you were dating when we got together."

"You're right," Blaine said to him, "I'm sorry I forgot I'm dating an idiot in a cheerleading uniform."

"Don't you dare," Kurt pointed his finger on Blaine's chest, "I have been the only one making all of the scarifies in this relationship."

"Excuse me, but that is so not true," Blaine yelled back at him, "I haven't even visited the Warblers in weeks because we have been hanging out and I didn't even take a summer job this past summer because I wanted to spend my time with you. And I am way behind in Glee because I need to spend so much time with you."

"You can't use that, I'm cheerleading and I'm fine," Kurt said, "Besides all you had to do was freaking ask, it's not like you've brought up Glee."

Blaine's eyes widened, "We have all been begging you to join since the beginning of the year. I don't understand why you won't do something for me!"

"Do something for you? Like what?" Kurt asked him, "It's not like we have even had sex since prom last year!"

Everyone in the hallway gasped. Santana, Quinn and Brittany even knew Kurt had crossed a line. They were waiting for Blaine to shout or yell back, but he didn't.

Blaine shook his head, "You had to bring that up. You know what Kurt, I get it alright. I'll talk to you later maybe when your head isn't up your ass." He slammed his locker shut and walked away.

Kurt was breathing heavily and finally he turned seeing everyone, "What the hell are you all looking at?" The crowd scattered and Kurt stomped to his locker getting his things out.

Quinn looked over at Santana and urged her to say something, but she just held up her arms. "Kurt, are you alright?"

"I think Coach wanted us there early today," Kurt said getting his stuff out of his locker and then shutting the door, "Hopefully we'll get done early since I need to start packing. My dad said we should start moving into the house this weekend, so then there won't be anything to worry about with their wedding coming up."

"Kurt," Santana touched Kurt's arm.

"By the way you are all invited," Kurt pointed at them. "Make sure you wear your best outfits." He then started to walk away and turned around, "You coming."

"Yeah we are," Quinn nodded her head and the trio followed behind Kurt to the gym for rehearsal.

Kurt spent most of the rest of the week trying to just forget about the fight he had with Blaine. Acting as if it didn't happen was easiest for him. He was busy packing at home, and with cheerleading and classes at school.

The weekend came slowly and Kurt was piling boxes onto the moving truck when his dad finally stopped him, "Alright you need to spill about what is going on because you have been acting weird all week."

"It's nothing," Kurt said pushing a box further to the back.

"So is that why Blaine hasn't been around?" Burt asked him.

Kurt sat on the edge of the truck and the tears finally came falling down his face. Burt wrapped his arms around him. "I didn't mean too. I just...I just wanted..."

"Hey," Burt rubbed his back, "It's alright. Everything will work out."

Kurt didn't say anything else as he cried his dad's arm. He finally let all of the emotions go he had been holding in all week. When he was finished Burt finally let him go and he wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Burt said, "Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?"

Giving a nod, as they finished packing up Kurt told his dad everything. He was surprised by how truthful he was being with his dad. It was something they used to do, but he missed it.

That night, they all slept on the mattresses on the floor and then the next day they worked on moving all of the boxes the next day. Finn and Carole had their own boxes to load in the house.

Kurt moved a few boxes into Finn's room and when he walked back outside he saw Blaine leaning on his car. He looked around and saw Finn give him a shrug. "You okay dude?"

Giving a small nod, Kurt put his hands in his pocket and he made his way over to Blaine. "Hi."

Blaine looked up, "Hi."

They both just looked at one another neither of them saying anything. Opening their mouths to talk, they both looked down and apologized.

"You go ahead," Kurt said to him.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said wrapping an arm around himself.

Kurt shook his head, "I should be the one saying sorry."

"It was quite the blow up," Blaine said with a nod.

"Yeah, it was," Kurt sighed, "I think we both said some stuff that wasn't exactly great, but I said the worst."

"No," Blaine shook his head, "I mean, I guess it hurt, but you always keep everything inside until you burst. I want you to talk to me and the whole not having sex thing yet, I just want to wait for the perfect time with you."

"I know," Kurt said feeling tears start to come out of his eyes. "I should learn to listen better to you. And the whole party thing, I really am sorry."

Blaine shrugged, "I know. Actually Santana came over and told me what happened. She apologized too."

"She did?" Kurt asked confused by his friend's actions.

"Well she used to be my best friend," Blaine smiled, "I guess she still knows me better than I thought she did."

"She is always a surprising one," Kurt let out a laugh.

Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand in his, "I missed you," he said as they laced their fingers together. Neither of the boys realized how much they missed one another the past week until their hands touched.

"I missed you too," Kurt brought their hands up and he kissed Blaine's hand. "I'm so sorry."

Blaine pulled Kurt towards him, "I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt said as he pushed himself on Blaine and pressed their lips together. Their kiss became more heated as Blaine pushed his tongue into Kurt's mouth. They kissed until someone cleared their throat behind them.

Kurt pulled away and saw his dad standing there grinning. "Hi Burt," Blaine said giving a wave.

"Nice to see you Blaine," Burt smiled, but he kept staring at Kurt, "So we were going to order pizza for dinner, do you want in?"

"That would be great," Blaine said to him, "But I'm grounded. My parents only let me come here today because of how miserable I looked."

"Why are you grounded?" Kurt asked confused.

Blaine lifted an eyebrow, "It seems that someone may have roller bladed on our ceiling, not sure who did that."

Kurt's eyes widened, "Oh no."

Burt laughed, "Alright kid, well come in when you are done doing whatever you are doing," he said to Kurt and then turned around walking into the house.

"I'm so sorry," Kurt pleaded to him.

Blaine laughed, "To tell you the truth, it was the most awkward conversation I have ever had with my parents. They seemed like they didn't know what to do with me."

"Oh god," Kurt let his head fall onto Blaine's shoulder. "Hey, I had a question for you."

"Sure what is it?" Blaine asked him.

"Is that invitation to join Glee club still open?" Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck.

Blaine looked shocked, "Wait, really?"

"Of course really," Kurt smiled, "So do I just get to jump in or do I have to sing an audition?"

Blaine pulled him in for a hug, "This is going to be amazing." Kurt could only smile as he hugged Blaine back.