Note: In this fic, Blaine is older than Kurt by a year but they are in the same grade.

Blaine was the first to wake up. He first noticed the warmth of his boyfriend's arm loosely wrapped around his chest. Blaine then glanced at the clock; six thirty. He slightly nudged Kurt. The taller boy groaned and buried his head into his boyfriend's neck. The short boy laughed but kept prodding Kurt. "Kurt sweetie, you need to wake up. It's six thirty." Kurt groaned again and wrapped his arms tighter around Blaine. "Nun, uh," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine laughed at his boyfriend's antics and just when he thought Kurt could get any cuter. "Sweetie, you need to get up. We need to eat dinner. Kurt pulled himself of Blaine to end up eye level with him. He smiled softly, "Only because you called me sweetie." He leaned in and pecked Blaine lightly on the lips and left the room.

Blaine watched Kurt leave and sighed, sinking into the couch. "God, I love him," Blaine whispered to himself. The tenor was scared to death but he was filled with so much joy. He followed the younger boy off the couch with a smile on his face.

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"Hello Blaine, would you like to stay for dinner? Carol offered. She was stirring what looked like a pot of pasta this Alfredo sauce. Blaine stomach growled and the older women smirked."I take that as a yes then?"

Blaine grinned sheepishly,"Yes Ma'am." Kurt set the table as Blaine called his mom. When the gelled haired boy returned, he sawFinn practically inhaling his food while Kurt tried to stop him, Blaine laughed and sat next to Finn.

Blaine quickly started to eat and Kurt sighed, defeated. The two boyfriends sat next to each other and theolder couple sat across from them. The five of them talked casually."So Blaine," Burt began,"Do you do any sports?"

Blaine smiled at the topic because most people thought because he was gay, he like shopping and getting his nails done, which he does but he does like sports."Well, I did play ice hockey, lacrosse, Eventing-."

"What's that?" Finn interrupted with a mouth full of food."Finn!" Carol scolded him. Blaine put up a hand,"That's okay. Before I moved here, I rode horses." The others looked shocked, not expecting that answer. Because no one did."Like the cowboy stuff?" Burt asked.

"No, I did English. No horn on my saddle," Blaine joked but no one getting his humor."I did dressage, cross country, and show jumping. Like the stuff you see on the Olympics." Everyone nodded, clearly impressed."I ride flat and also jump."

"How high do you jump?" Carol asked, clearly interested. Blaine's faced was slowly painted with a pink blush. Blaine mumbled something but no one could hear him."What?" Kurt said."Three foot nine inches is my average but I've jump four feet." Everyone's eyes budged and Carol and Kurt gasped. Kurt hand caressed Blaine arms as he smiled,"Wow Blaine, I never knew that about you. That's very impressive." Blaine blushed harder."I guess I don't say it that much."

The two adults retired from the table. Thetwo boyfriends cleaned the kitchen for Carol, leaving them alone."Could you stay over?" The countertenor pleaded."Sorry Kurt but my dad's home and I have to go to...to." Blaine fade out embarrassed."What Blaine?"

"Church. When my dad's home, he forces our family to go church." Kurt tried toclutch his stomach to stop laughing."I have not problem with Christians but this one isn't to accepting. I don't not believe in god but I don't really believe in him either. Complicated, I know." Kurt lightly laughed at his boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around the shorter boy's waist. Pulling in him in closer, their noses almost touching."I better get going," Blaine whispered softly, his warm breath was felt on the taller boy's face.

Kurt leaned forward so their lips were closer to touching, he pause,"See you Monday." Both boys initiated a soft kiss that ended to soon. Blaine grabbed his jacket from the coat rack and closed the door behind him. A few seconds later, Kurt saw Blaine walked back into the house."Blaine?"

"I don't have a car." They laughed together and Kurt yelled down the hall."Going to take Blaine home. Be back soon."

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Blaine quietly opened the door, trying to sneak upstairs. He made it the third step when he heard his father's voice."Hello Blaine." The younger boy's heart stopped. He turned slowly and wandered into the living room where his father sat."Where have you been?" Blaine rung his hands nervously. "I was at a friend's house sir. My car broke down so I stayed at his house. His dad is a mechanic."

He glared andmade his way next to Blaine, passing him and walking up the stairs and not looking back. Blaine knew he was in trouble but he could deal with it later. He was used to it by now.