"I'm transferring to McKinley!" Blaine yelled, grinning broadly.

A smile bright enough to blind spread across Kurt's lips as he launched himself at Blaine, looping his arms around his neck and popping his foot slightly. He then pressed his lips to Blaine's before pulling away and feeling his cheeks heat up as he tried to hide the embarrassment he felt after overreacting to the small news.

"So, you're happy?" Blaine asked, a smirk apparent in his tone.

Nodding simply, Kurt kept his head turned away from his boyfriend, hoping his skin would return to its normal pale, yet healthy, complexion.

"Are you okay?" Kurt replied in the same way as before. "Sure?"

"Mmmm." Kurt mumbled, nodding again, the action lacking in enthusiasm. Kurt felt as if he'd just called his teacher 'mom' and hugged her in front of the class.

Though his need for motherly love was lessening, what with his doting step-mother, Carole, dishing it out more than he asked (not that he disliked her loving gestures, quite the opposite actually), he still missed the hugs that his maternal mother gave. From the age of eight, he'd never received the same kind of affection that she gave, and he knew that no woman's attempts could ever match those of his mother; not the hugs and tight embraces, nor the kisses on his forehead before bed, not even the gentle and kind words that were full of love. Nobody could ever compare to his mother.

"Hey. Hey, look at me." Blaine whispered, catching Kurt's chin in his hand and lifting it so he looked him in the eye. He looked into the eyes of the boy whom he loved and leant forward, pressing their lips together, enjoying the way that they fit together perfectly. As the boys kissed, a throat was cleared, Blaine opened his eyes, their lips still locked, and saw Burt smiling at the two of them. Blaine saw the way Burt twiddled his thumbs as he looked at them. He knew that Burt wasn't overly comfortable with seeing their 'moments', but he always made the effort. It was something Blaine admired about him. And Carole and Finn were both supportive, if a little more comfortable with it than Burt.

"Erm, you stayin' for dinner, Blaine?" Burt asked, looking in the direction of the boys, who had now parted and stood looking at him.

"I'd like that. Thanks, Mister Hummel." Blaine replied, smiling his thanks. Did Burt even have to mention how many times he'd asked Blaine not to call him 'Mister Hummel'?

As if to cue Blaine, Kurt snickered slightly."Sorry. Burt, I meant Burt." Blaine laughed nervously, feeling a little awkward that he'd forgotten.

"Great!" A silence hung in the air between the three of them before Burt said "Carole said dinner should be about forty minutes. If you're upstairs, keep the door open."

"Da-d!" Kurt groaned, his cheeks tinting pink.

"'Course, Mi - Burt." Blaine said, correcting himself and smiling at Burt before turning Kurt in the direction of the stairs. As Kurt sighed and muttered out a few apologies, Blaine shook his head, amused, and patted Kurt's butt swiftly.

Kurt let a small and surprised yelp before running up the last few steps and making his way down the hall to his room, Blaine following closely behind.

Resting his head on Blaine's chest with his arm wrapped around his boyfriend's waist, Kurt smiled up at Blaine and mouthed 'I love you' to him.

"I love you, too." Blaine replied, cupping Kurt's cheek that wasn't resting on his chest in his palm and caressing it lightly. "Someone's five o'clock shadow is starting to show. Blaine murmured as he continued to move his palm across Kurt's slowly heating cheek.

Kurt felt the light rumble of silent laughter tremble through Blaine's chest. It sent a swarm of butterflies loose in his stomach.

After dinner, the boys were back in Kurt's room and laying in the same position. "So, when do you come to McKinley?" Kurt asked as he ran his fingers in trails across Blaine's stomach. Oh, how he wished that Blaine wasn't wearing his shirt. Without even noticing that he was doing it, Kurt slipped his finger between the gap of two buttons and started running his index finger in circles through the hairs that decorated Blaine's toned stomach. Soon, he'd undone the two buttons, opened the shirt a little and pressed his lips to Blaine's stomach.

"Wh... what was it you said?" Blaine asked, each word stumbling from his lips. His breath was caught in his throat, and made talking all the more difficult. God, did Kurt know what he was doing to him?

Kurt lifted his head from placing butterfly kisses across the bare skin that was revealed, a dazed yet happy look on his face, and mumbled out a 'huh', not paying too much attention.

"Me... coming to McKinley."

"Oh. Yeah, sorry." Kurt muttered, his cheeks flushing as he went to sit up.

Putting a firm, but still gentle, hand on his boyfriend's waist, Blaine held him in place and moved his mouth closer to his ear, "I never said I didn't like it," Blaine started, "I loved it!", that part was fueled with lust as his breath was hot on Kurt's ear, his lips getting closer each time, "It's new to me, so don't let my childish reactions down your confidence." He then pressed his lips to the spot behind Kurt's ear before biting gently on his lobe.

"So, yeah, Blaine's transferring to McKinley." Kurt beamed, his knee brushing against Blaine's as the couple sat in Lima Bean with Sam and Mercedes.

"Guys, that's great! So, when?" Mercedes turned her attention to the two, tearing her eyes away from Sam.

"We're hoping that everything'll be done in time for the start of next semester." Blaine answered, locking his fingers with Kurt's that were sat on his knee.

Kurt looked at Blaine, sent him a warm smile and stroked his thumb across Blaine's pinky that was sat between his own thumb and index finger. Sighing contentedly, Kurt took a sip of his drink, and thought about how good life was for him at the moment.