Kurt was on cloud nine all week after their date, he noticed that Blaine was too. All they had to do was look at one another and would both smile or laugh. Their friends didn't think anything of it. Santana kept assuming they finally had sex, but neither of them cared.

Blaine was happy to have Kurt around more. He and his sister would go over to Kurt's house more often to study or just to hang out. Kurt never cared when he brought his sister either. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to find someone like Kurt.

But that is what worried him. He wondered if maybe Kurt would just forget about him in New York. They never really discussed life after graduation and it worried Blaine. He tried to bring it up once with Kurt, but he just brushed it off and started one of their make out sessions.

Blaine was over at Kurt's house right now and he wasn't doing his homework, because every time he looked up, he saw the beautiful man that was lying down next to him on the bed. He just watched the way Kurt would write and his hand would sweep to the next line or how he would bite his bottom lip when he would start thinking about something.

"Are you watching me?" Kurt asked not looking up from his work.

Blaine coughed, "Oh no, I'm not," he quickly looked down at his own work.

Kurt turned to stare at him, "You know, I wouldn't care if you were. I look at you sometimes."

"You do?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded, "You never noticed?"

"I guess I did, I just..." Blaine smiled to himself, "It sort of makes you feel good."

Kurt smiled, "Yeah," he rolled over and folded his hands on his stomach, "Can I ask you something."

"Course you can," Blaine laughed, "You can talk to me about anything."

Kurt nodded and stared at the ceiling, "I just-Rachel told me something the other day that sort of got me thinking."

"What's that?" Blaine asked a little more worried then he was before.

Kurt fidgeted on bed, "She showed us the engagement ring that Finn gave her."

"Wow," Blaine leaned back on the bed, "That's sort of...wow."

"Yeah," Kurt bit his bottom lip, "I mean Rachel is a great girl and I love her, but I just think its way too soon for them. We are only high school seniors right now and still have a life ahead of us. I honestly see them together like that in a few years, but in a few years not so soon. I mean am I crazy to think that?"

Blaine didn't speak, he didn't really know what to say. He stayed silent while he gathered his thoughts, "Did you know my parents met when they were in middle school."

"They did?" Kurt asked sitting up a little.

Blaine nodded, "Yeah, they did. And my mom hated my dad; she thought he was the worse guy out there."

"She really did?" Kurt sat up all the way and crossed his legs under himself.

"Yep," Blaine smiled, "She couldn't stand him. It wasn't until they were forced to sit next to each other in band while they were in high school that they actually got along. They finally decided to start dating senior year, my mom always referred to that year as her magical year."

"That's so sweet," Kurt swooned, "But what does this have to do with Rachel and Finn."

"I'm getting there," Blaine continued, "See prom night was the first night they you know."

Kurt blushed, "Oh right."

Blaine cleared his throat, "Well a couple of weeks later my mom wasn't feeling well at all. She started freaking out and then one of her friends suggested she get a pregnancy test."

"Oh my god!" Kurt's mouth fell open.

"No kidding," Blaine laughed, "Turns out she was pregnant with me at eighteen. And they did the only thing they thought to do, they got married. It was a small ceremony because they told their parents what happened. And neither of the families was practically happy with the situation, but in the end they realized it didn't matter and they learned to live with it."

"Is that why your sister and you are so many years apart?" Kurt asked him.

"Part of it," Blaine nodded, "My parents knew they wanted more children, but you know," he shrugged, "To tell you the truth I think Cassidy came on accident, a wonderful accident, but I was ten or eleven when she was born it didn't matter to me."

Kurt pulled his knees to his chest, "Are you saying that I should support Rachel and Finn?"

"Not necessarily," Blaine sighed, "I mean my parents rushed their marriage because I was going to be born and they wanted to get married. I hope to god that it's not because Rachel is pregnant."

"It's not," Kurt shook his head, "I swear if she was keeping that from me I would know."

"I guess what I'm saying is that do you think she is really in love with Finn?" Blaine reached for Kurt's hand.

Kurt nodded, "Yeah, she does. And I know he is crazy about her, even though they fight like no other."

"That could be a good sign," Blaine laughed.

"I suppose," Kurt sighed again, "I will think about it I guess. I mean I'm still not sure they should get married right now though."

"I have to agree," Blaine opened Kurt's hand and started running a finger along his fingers, "I know I haven't known them as long as you, but it's a big decision and you may be right saying they should wait."

Kurt smiled, "You always have a better way with words."

"It's a gift," Blaine said smiling cheesely.

Kurt lifted his pillow and hit Blaine in the face. Blaine's face looked surprised before grabbing another pillow and hitting Kurt in the back of the head. "That's it Anderson!" Kurt laughed as he started chasing Blaine around the room with a pillow.

Blaine jumped up on Kurt's bed and then Kurt found his chance. He leapt and pounced on Blaine causing them both to tumble off the bed and fall on the ground. They both started laughing through the small pain they had from landing on the ground.

Neither of the boys noticed that Burt had walked in, "What are you boys doing?" He looked around and found them on the ground with Kurt's blankets and pillows on the floor in a messy pile.

Kurt's head popped up, "Sorry Dad," he stood up and left Blaine on the ground, "Blaine started it."

"I did not," Blaine sat up, "He hit me with the pillow first."

Burt looked between them and decided to stay out of it, "Right, just wanted to tell you its going on five now, thought you might want to get going Blaine."

"Thanks Burt," Blaine set a pillow on Kurt's bed.

"Alright," Burt said with a nod and left the room.

"I don't think you're Dad will ever let me over again," Blaine said trying to hide his laughter.

Kurt hit Blaine on the shoulder with a pillow, "Whatever, it's not like you can't use that dapper charm you have on him."

"I've found it doesn't work well with the boyfriend's parents," Blaine teased, "Well more like boyfriend's dad, Carole seems to like me."

"My dad likes you," Kurt said fixing the blankets on his bed.

"Sure he does," Blaine rolled his eyes, "I'm going to use the bathroom before I head out."

Kurt nodded in his direction as he walked out of the room. Kurt walked over to pick up Blaine's backpack when he grabbed it by the end part of the strap and it fell with papers falling out. He kneeled down and started to pick up the papers putting them neatly back in the bag.

Until he found sometimes interesting, he couldn't believe what he was holding in his hands. Why hadn't Blaine told him about it?

"Oh did my bag break again," Blaine walked back in the room, "I swear I need...where did you get that?"

Kurt turned around and stared down at the papers, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Blaine reached over and tore the papers out of Kurt's hand, "Don't worry about it. I just got it to look at."

"Blaine you started filling it out," Kurt pushed on with the subject, "Someone who is looking doesn't necessary start filling out college admission paperwork."

"Just drop it Kurt," Blaine said shoving the papers in his bag, "It doesn't matter."

"Blaine that's from NYU," Kurt tried hiding his smile, "What is going on?"
"Nothing," Blaine said with his voice getting lower, "I said to drop it."

"Why? What's wrong?" Kurt asked, "I can't imagine what could be wrong."

Blaine said nothing and just stared at Kurt, "Nothing wrong?" He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, "You know what Kurt, can you just forget you saw anything because now I think you are getting your hopes up."

"What do you mean getting my hopes up?" Kurt asked sadly.

"Because a school like that isn't going to accept me," Blaine finally admits, "I have nothing to offer them except for some good grades and that's not good enough for them. I don't have extra curricular activities like I used too. I have to work. I have to take care of Cassidy. It's not easy. It will never be easy."

"I never said it would be easy," Kurt paced around the room, "I'm just surprised that my boyfriend is filling out college applications to the state I'm probably moving too in a few months."

"Well you are finally talking about it," Blaine throws his arms in the air.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Kurt looked at him.

Blaine groaned, "It doesn't matter, I have to go."

"You can't just leave," Kurt reached for him.

"I have to," Blaine took a side step to avoid Kurt's arm, "We can talk later, right now I think I need some time to think." And he walked out of Kurt's room leaving by shutting the front door a bit harder then usually.

Kurt was frustrated now. He slammed his own door shut and kicked it. He could feel the tears start to pool in his eyes. They just had there first fight and it was a heavy one. He just wanted to know why Blaine hadn't told he was thinking of going to a school in New York or even going to school at all. He thought they could talk to each other about anything. He flopped on his bed and tossed his phone on his pillow knowing Blaine probably wasn't going to text him tonight.

Someone knocked on his door, "Go away," Kurt mumbled into his pillow.

This person didn't listen, "Dude, are okay?" he heard Finn's voice. Kurt sat up and punched his pillow. "Blaine just took off like insanely fast, did you two-"

"Fight?" Kurt glared over at Finn. Finn took a step back towards his door, "Yes, we fought. And I don't want to talk about it right now. So will you please leave me alone?"

"Alright," Finn walked out of the room and shut the door.

Kurt fell back head first into his pillows, he honestly don't know what he did wrong or where he was wrong.

"Not that I don't appreciate when we talk Kurt," Mercedes pointed out, "But shouldn't Blaine be getting here soon."

"We had a fight," Kurt finally admitted to his friend.

Mercedes eyes widened, "You two fought?"

"Why is that so surprising?" Kurt picked himself off the wall of lockers, "We are just like any other couple. Are we supposed to be so freaking perfect all the time?"

"Calm down white boy," Mercedes placed a hand on his shoulder, "Do you want to talk about?"
"I don't really think it's my place to talk about what happened," Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, "Although I'm positive I didn't do anything wrong."

"Could you give me something," Mercedes sighed, "This is really weird. And I do think of you two like any other couple. It's just that your Kurt and Blaine, even before you were officially together."

"Whatever," Kurt rolled his eyes, "Look he just got upset over the fact that I called him out."

Mercedes looked at her friend, "If you can't talk to me Kurt, you really should talk to someone."

Kurt played with the notebook he was holding, "It doesn't matter. I have to get to first period before I'm late. I'll see you at lunch," and he took off towards his first class. He didn't realize he had his class with Blaine until he sat down and saw the empty seat beside him.

Kurt knew they probably weren't talking, but Blaine wouldn't skip school because they had a fight? Would he?

Through out the rest of the day he didn't see Blaine. Kurt was getting worried, he stayed silent the rest of the day and didn't talk to anyone. It wasn't until Glee club when Rachel sat down next to him he finally spoke up, "Have you heard from Blaine today?"

Rachel shook her head, "No, I heard you two got into a fight."

Kurt nodded is head, "I don't know why he didn't show up to school though, I mean all couples fight."

"True," Rachel smiled at him and took his hand, "You want to talk about it after Glee club?"

Kurt thought for a moment, "Actually I was going to head somewhere else, thanks though."

"Sure, anytime you want to talk," Rachel squeezed his hand.

Blaine parked the car and stared at the elementary school. He called Cassidy's teacher and the set up a conference for today. He was beyond nervous and considering he and Kurt had a bit of a disagreement yesterday, his nerves were all over the place.

Blaine opened his door and stepped out of the car. He knew that Cassidy was now at home with Katherine. Walking into the school, wasn't something he wanted to do right now, but felt he had too.

"Hello, how can I help you dear?" the secretary asked him.

Blaine gave her a small smile, "I have a meeting with my sister's teacher."

"Well then, I just need you to sign in and grab a visitor's badge," the secretary smiled at him.

"Great," Blaine said grabbing a pen and signing in. He took the offered badge and the secretary let him know where to go. He walked slowly through the halls and quickly found the classroom.

On the outside of the classroom Blaine saw the pictures the teacher had hung up. He found his sister's picture as soon as he spotted the drawings. It was a picture of something, he wasn't sure.

"She quite liked that one."

The voice made Blaine jump and he turned around to see her teacher, Mrs. Casters, standing next to him. "What was she going for?"

"She told me that she was trying to draw with emotion," Mrs. Castors said, "Would you like to come in."

"Sure," Blaine nodded his head as he followed Mrs. Castors into the room. She gestured towards a chair that was beside her desk, "Thanks."

"Thank you for coming in," Mrs. Castors said taking a seat behind her desk.

"Yeah," Blaine said looking down at his hands, "I hope it's alright I came in today."

"I had a question about that," Mrs. Castors pulled a file, "Now her emergency contacts contain you, a Kurt Hummel, and then Burt and Carole Hummel. Are they family?"

"No," Blaine shook his head, "Actually the first is my boyfriend and those are his parents."

"I see," Mrs. Castors said closing the folder, "I suppose that is why she had her outburst in class the other day."

"What outburst?" Blaine asked her. Cassidy didn't mention an outburst.

Mrs. Castors pulled a piece of paper from a file, "Cassidy was asked to present a small paper she wrote. You may read it if you want." She held out the paper.

Blaine took it hesitantly and started to read over the paper in his sister's handwriting. "What? I don't understand? She is just talking about her cat she got for Christmas."

"After she read it in class the students started to tease her," Mrs. Castors' explained, "Cassidy ran up to Billy and remarked how he couldn't understand because he was having problems reading."

Blaine's eyes widened, "Oh my gosh. I am so sorry. I don't know why she is acting out like this. Why didn't you call me? I would have spoken to her sooner, oh god," he reached up and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms.

"It's fine," Mrs. Castors reached over and pat his arm, "She received a punishment of sitting on the bench at recess. I have to ask though, your parents?"

Blaine sighed, "Deceased."

"Thought so," Mrs. Castors nodded her head slowly, "And I imagine that you don't live with Jack Anderson?"

Blaine shook his head, "We left. We had too."

Mrs. Castors stared at Blaine, she wouldn't mention it, but his body language was speaking the volumes he was afraid too. "I hope you understand that at this point, I have to ask about your living arrangements."

"I understand," Blaine said shaking his head. "But you don't understand she can't leave me. She is one of the only reasons I'm still here. I just...I just she is fed and has a bed to sleep in. I mean the Hummel's practically adopted us and beg to watch her even though I tell them they don't have too. And then Katherine her babysitter who barely charges anything from me and our other neighbors Irene and Eugene, they always make sure we have dinner with them at least once a week. I know it's not an ideal situation but its life right now and to us it's just us."

Mrs. Castors picked up Cassidy's file and closed it, stuffing it in her desk. "What I am about to say doesn't leave this room."

Blaine swallowed and nodded his head.

"There is not a single doubt in my mind you are not taking care of your sister," Mrs. Castors said, "I know you are trying your best and it sounds like you have so much help. I think when Cassidy lashed out it was because we have been talking about families lately and she sort of looked left out in our discussions."

"I see," Blaine sighed.

"I'll try to be more open in class about different families," Mrs. Castors said, "I mean so many families nowadays are different and it doesn't really fit the old style of normal."

"I have to agree," Blaine smiled over at her.

"Well then," Mrs. Castors laughed, "We both agree on that. And as for Cassidy, I think she is fine. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of the situation."

"Thanks," Blaine said scratching the back of his neck, "I could use some good news this week."

"She is a brilliant girl," Mrs. Castors said, "I think she should just work on her thinking time."

"I hate to leave, but I could only get two hours off today," Blaine said.

"That's fine," Mrs. Castors stood up and Blaine followed, "For what it's worth, I think you're doing a great job."

Blaine blushed, "Thanks. Thank you for everything. I suppose I'll see you later than."

"Alright, goodbye Blaine."

"Bye," Blaine waved and walked out of the classroom. But didn't go to work, he put his car in drive and drove somewhere else.

Kurt walked into his dad's shop. He smelled the oil and exhaust reminding of him of how his dad would smell when he came home.

"Hey kiddo, didn't expect to see you here today," Burt said walking around a car.

"Yeah," Kurt nodded as he leaned on the rack next to him.

Burt looked over at his son, "Something on your mind?"

"A few things actually," Kurt sighed.

"Why don't you hand me that wrench and tell me about it," Burt smiled at him.

Kurt picked the wrench from ground and handed it to his dad, "Blaine and I had a fight last night."

"I heard," Burt said sticking his head in the car and starting to work on the engine, "Wait," he stuck his head up, "Is this about him pressuring you into something?"

"No," Kurt said quickly.

"Are you pressuring him into something?" Burt then asked.

"No Dad, we aren't-it wasn't anything like that," Kurt sighed.

"Good," Burt nodded and went back to working on the engine, "So what was it about?"

"Well I found something in Blaine's backpack," Kurt shifted on his feet, "I found a college application for NYU."

Burt stood up straight, but he didn't look over at Kurt, "That's something."

"Yeah," Kurt nodded, "And he found me looking at them, because they fell out his bag and he ripped them out of my hands when I started questioning him about it." Kurt looked up and noticed his dad still didn't say anything so he continued, "I asked him why he was applying and he said he was just getting it to look at. But he started filling it out Dad. He had his name on there and his ACT and SAT scores."

"What did you say to him?" Burt asked reaching for a rag to wipe his hands.

"I just kept asking him why he didn't tell me. Then he went on this rant of how he can't leave and he has to take care of Cassidy. He also mentioned how he didn't have any extra curricular activities. But Dad you should see his grades, they are amazing. When he says he gets good grades, he is just being modest. I have never seen him get anything lower then A - for a grade."

"So are you saying you want him to move out to New York with you?" Burt asked.

"Well," Kurt didn't know what to say, he would love for Blaine to move to New York with him, but would Blaine do it?

"You know he has another person to care for Kurt," Burt sighed as he walked over to Kurt, "You understand he has Cassidy to. Not that I don't agree with you, I know the kid is smart, but he's right Kurt. And you two haven't been dating all that long either."

Kurt put his head in hands, "But we've been friends for a long time, best friends. I know that I love him and I don't want anything to happen. And I know he has Cassidy, I love her too. I think they have been through so much, I don't know why he won't do this for himself."

Burt set a hand on Kurt's shoulder, "Think about Kurt, he has had a tough life. I think someone needs to be there to tell him that he is an amazing kid. I see your point, but I understand how he got frustrated. You sometimes have that thick headed skull your dad has."

Kurt looked down, "Are you telling me that he's right or I am?"

"Neither of you," Burt laughed, "I think you need to put yourself in Blaine's shoes and sit on that. From what I know about you two, you will work it out."

Kurt nodded his head, "Thanks for listening Dad."

"Sure kiddo," Burt turned back towards the car, "I need to get going on this."

"Oh yeah," Kurt turned around to walk away.

"You love him?" Burt asked suddenly.

Kurt turned around and smiled, "Yeah. And he loves me back."

"Good," Burt nodded and went back to sticking his head in the car engine.

Kurt walked out of his dad's shop and straight to his car. He drove home and dug out his mother's old cookbook. He started baking instantly putting ingredients in the bowl and mixing.

He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. Wiping his hands on a towel, he didn't check the caller ID expecting it to be one of his friends, "KURT, YOU ASSHOLE!"

Kurt wasn't expecting that, so he dropped his phone and quickly looking at his phone he saw it was Ashley, "Ashley? Is something wrong?"

"You have some explaining to do young man," Ashley went on, "What do you think it's my surprise when Blaine comes walking in here like he hasn't gotten any sleep and begs for hours when he should be at school. I tried to get him to tell me numerous times what was going on, but he wouldn't talk."

"I know," Kurt sighed, "I'm trying..."

"Eventually I finally got him to take a break and he broke down. You don't want to hear some of the things he said to me because I was sick to my stomach when he told me. Basically he thinks he is a worthless piece of shit and you didn't help with knocking him yesterday."

"Ashley!" Kurt finally yelled into the phone.

Ashley sighed, "What?"

"I'm trying to fix it right now," Kurt said with his voice calming down, "I know I made a mistake and I need to talk to him."

"Oh well," Ashley suddenly went speechless, "He isn't at home."

"I figured," Kurt said.

"You know where he is?" Ashley asked.

Kurt thought for a moment, "If I know Blaine like I do, then yes I do."

"Well I guess I'll let you get back to what you were doing," Ashley sighed, "Please just fix it Kurt."

"I'll do what I can," Kurt bit his bottom lip worried about what Blaine had even said to Ashley.

They said there goodbyes and once Kurt was done baking, he packed some away and left some sitting on the counter with a note. After a quick Google search, he took off out the door, flying down the road hoping to drive faster and not get caught.

Kurt pulled into the cemetery and saw Blaine's car sitting there. He stepped out of his car and looked around until he saw him sitting on the ground.

Kurt walked over and didn't say anything as he sat down on the cold ground. He saw out of the corner of his eyes how red Blaine's eyes were and tear stains streaked down his face. He noticed how Blaine wasn't wearing any gloves on his hands.

Blaine brought up one hand and wiped his eyes, "They would have loved you."

Kurt swallowed, "I would have loved to meet them."

Blaine didn't say anything else he just lay his hands on the ground once again. Kurt reached over and set his warm hand on his, "Here," he handed one of his gloves, "To warm up the other hand."

Blaine made a slight nod and slipped the glove on his other hand while holding onto Kurt's hand. Blaine stared straight ahead at the graves in front of him. Sometimes he still couldn't believe what had happened just a few years ago.

"I wanted to apologize for pushing you yesterday," Kurt finally admitted, "I talked to my Dad, and he told me something that I never thought of before."

"What's that?" Blaine asked with his voice sounding a bit rough from crying.

"That I'm more like him then I want to be," Kurt smiled.

Blaine gave a sad smile, "Yeah."

"But that's the thing," Kurt sighed again, "I sort of did the stupid thing yesterday and didn't-"

"Stop," Blaine said squeezing Kurt's hand, "I know I said some things yesterday too, and I just...I don't know how."

Kurt turned and looked at Blaine, "How to what?"

"Believe in myself," Blaine looked down and felt another wave a tears start to flow down his cheeks.

Kurt reached over and wrapped both of his arms around Blaine, "That's why you have me to tell you that I believe in you until you believe me. You are amazing Blaine. You are one of the most wonderful people I have ever met. And I love you for everything you have done and will do." He tried to pull back slightly to look at Blaine's face.

Blaine just shoved his face further into Kurt's chest. "What if I can't do it," Blaine finally says.

"I know you can," Kurt kissed the top of his head, "Because you are Blaine Anderson and there son," he pointed over to his parents gravestone, "They would be so proud of who you are and what you have become. And love you just the same."

Blaine nodded into Kurt's jacket and finally pulled away sniffling. "I sometimes lay awake at night thinking maybe I will just wake up in that house with him. And while I miss having a room of my own, I wouldn't trade what happened these past nine months for anything, especially when it comes to meeting you."

Kurt now felt his own tear slide down his face. He reached over and placed a hand on Blaine's cheek. Leaning in, he brought their lips together for a cold kiss. Blaine pulled away with a smile on his face, "How did you know where to find me?"
"Because I know you much to well," Kurt laughed, "Are you cold?" Blaine nodded his head and leaned on Kurt's shoulder. "In my car I got some hot cocoa and fresh cookies."

Blaine looked at him, "Really?"

"Would I lie about fresh baked cookie to you?" Kurt asked with a serious face.

"Never," Blaine smiled.

Kurt took his hand and they walked over to Kurt's navigator. Kurt opened the back door for Blaine and he climbed into the warm car. Kurt climbed in after Blaine shutting the door. He grabbed the blanket and put it around them, "It's cold out there," he shivered against Blaine.

Blaine nodded, "I'm not sure how long I was out there for."

Kurt grabbed the thermos of warm hot cocoa and poured two cups, "Here we are." He took a sip.

"Where are those cookies?" Blaine teased.

Kurt rolled his eyes and reached in the passenger seat for the cookies, "I think you may get fat by the time we are twenty." He opened the container of cookies smelling the warm baked good.

Blaine snatched a cookie and crammed the whole thing in his mouth, when he finally swallowed it all Kurt was giving him a look. "Well if you keep feeding me all the food you cook then I will go happily."

Kurt smiled to himself as they both ate and drank the hot cocoa warming there bodies. Kurt set down his cup and sighed, "I know I don't like to talk about New York, but it's because I don't want to make you sad. It broke my heart the first time Cassidy found out."

Blaine nodded, "I know, and I really did get the application to fill it out."

"I saw you wrote down your ACT and SAT scores," Kurt told him.

"Yeah, I took those while I was still at Dalton," Blaine shrugged, "They were alright."

"You scored almost perfect on both of them," Kurt gave him a look.

"I did not," Blaine bumped their shoulders, "While they were high scores, they didn't appease my uncle at all."

"Is that why you try so hard in school?" Kurt asked reaching up and tucking a piece of Blaine's hair behind his ear.

Kurt's hand stayed on Blaine's cheek and he nuzzled into it with his eyes closed, "I used to," Blaine opened his eyes, "Now I try hard because I want to graduate, make my parents happy and to make a better life for Cassidy."

Kurt squeezed his hand under the blanket, "And they will be proud of you."

"I know," Blaine sighed, "And after going to that meeting today I just can't believe any of it."

"How was it?" Kurt asked him.

"Fine," Blaine shrugged, "Apparently Cassidy was just a bit outspoken about something. I will have to talk to her about."

Kurt nodded his head, "So I've been thinking."

"About what?" Blaine asked with cookie in his mouth.

"What if you joined Glee club?" Kurt offered, "Now we don't meet all the time after school and when you do Mr. Schuester doesn't mind if you bring Cassidy. And I know if you need a baby sitter either one of my parents are willing and Katherine will watch her I'm sure."

Blaine looked at Kurt, "You really have been thinking about this."

"Yeah," Kurt nodded.

"Alright," Blaine finally said.

"Really?" Kurt asked smiling.

"Yeah, I mean I will probably have to audition or something first," Blaine said modestly, "And clear it with Mr. Schue as well."

Kurt hugged Blaine, "This is going to be so exciting!" he squealed excitedly.