When Kurt invited him to lunch Saturday, Blaine had no idea what he might be subjected to. He was pretty sure hed left a bruise on his boyfriends neck when hed gotten bored waiting for that annoying Morning Report song to end (whoever decided to add to the Lion King when it came out on DVD was seriously deranged) and he wasnt sure how well Kurt had managed to keep it hidden at home. Sure, it was scarf weather and Kurt usually wore layers and everything anyway, but what about when he was just hanging out at the house? Surely hed be seen in his pajamas, and then theyd notice, and then Burt Hummel would murder Blaine.

So, when he entered the house around eleven oclock, Blaine wasnt exactly expecting the tall, slightly large, more than slightly intense man to be… beaming at him? "Hey, kiddo, you must be the boyfriend my son wont shut up about. I told Kurt it would be a hell of a lot easier if you just came over so I could meet you instead of him trying to explain everything about you to me in great detail."

Blaine gulped, then thrust out his hand and forced his voice to come out, even if it was a bit rough. "H-hello Mr. Hummel. Im Blaine. Blaine Anderson. Its um… great to meet you. Um… Kurts really talked that much about me?" The last bit he just couldnt hold in, and he actually squeaked when his boyfriends dad pulled him by the extended hand into a gruff half-hug which ended with a hard pat on the back.

"Its Burt, son. Nobody calls me Mr. Hummel. It makes me sound way too close to my age." The man winked at Blaine. Winked at him. If his own father ever winked at him, or at anyone really, hed think the world was ending. This man was… Well, honestly, he was pretty much as amazing as his son. It was no wonder Kurt was the man he was if this was his role model.

Just as Blaine was thinking this family was too good to be true, Finn came bolting down the stairs, followed closely by a wide-eyed Kurt. "OH MY GOD, FINN, SHUT UP!" It was half-shriek, half-growl and had both Burt and Blaine staring at the pair of boys with odd expressions of concern and amusement. Burts eyes basically said oh no, what now? while Blaine was pretty sure he was gaping at the pair and hoping Kurt wasnt seriously chasing his step-brother, who was clutching a scarf which was definitely not doing its job of covering the bruise on Kurts neck. Shit.

"Yes! He is here, I knew I heard Blaines voice! Oh my god, dude, are you like, a vampire or something? I mean, seriously!" Finns voice sounded, and Blaine closed his eyes in an attempt to steel himself for whatever was to come. Why did Finn Hudson exist? Sometimes he was wonderful, really, especially when he tried to keep the jocks from reigning terror on the school, but sometimes he was such a… brother.

Burt shot both Blaine and Finn looks before his eyes settled on Kurt. Or, more accurately, Kurts neck. Why did his boyfriend have to have such fair skin? If he wasnt so damn pale they might have been able to hide it at least a little bit, but Blaine could tell Kurt had even tried using some concealer and it was still so obvious youd have to blind to miss the hickey on his neck. He was going to die. This was it. First and last time meeting his boyfriends father, since Burt Hummel was going to kill him now.

"Kurt, you remember that conversation we had, right?" Burt asked, ignoring the other boys while Finn kept staring in wonder at Blaine. Whatever cryptic point he was making wasnt so cryptic to Kurt, as the boy turned scarlet and nodded at his dad. "Im trusting you, kid. Think I owe you as much, since youve never given any reason not to, but if you forget that conversation… Or if anybody needs a similar one…" Burts eyes fell on Blaine, who wasnt sure what exactly they were talking about but felt the need to blush anyway. "Im not afraid to say it again. Got it?"

At that, Kurt nodded again and came the rest of the way down the stairs while Burt snatched the scarf out of Finns hands and tossed it to his son. "Go help your mother with lunch, Finn. And dont pretend youve never been smacked by Rachel when you got carried away. I have ears, kid."

Blaine blinked as Finn blushed and tromped off to the kitchen to help his mom, Burt shaking his head at his retreating form. Kurt smiled even though he was still blushing heavily. "Thanks, dad," he muttered, which made Burt give him a small hug and shake his head at the pair that were left in their entryway.

"I meant that about trusting you, son. And Im trusting you too, Anderson. Dont make me regret it, okay? And… try to be a little more discreet. You know Finn will only get more obnoxious, and I can only handle so much of his squealing." The man winked again, which had Blaine both confused and impressed at the same time. It seemed he wasnt seen as some bad influence, nor was he judged for his sexuality or anything like that here. Once again, he was at home with Kurt, and hed never felt happier.

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Blaine was pretty sure Carole liked him, and Burt actually pointed out that Kurts skin was as sensitive as his mothers had been, which meant he kind of expected plenty of awkward bruises. Hed said something about how Kurt couldnt ever hide the bruises from those jerks at school either thanks to his genetics, which made Kurt grumble.

Finn had shut up after the Rachel comment from Burt, and theyd moved on pretty quickly to him asking Blaine if he played video games and inviting him to join the guys later that night for some old school Halo battles. It seemed Mike, Puck, and Artie were coming over and Puck was bringing his Xbox so theyd have plenty of room for Blaine to join. Hed agreed only if Kurt would also join, and the brunette grudgingly agreed, saying that Finn and Puck werent allowed to get mad at him when he killed them over and over by mashing buttons.

Hours later, Kurts scarf was being tugged on by an angry Puck who seemed to decide that strangling him might mess up his button mashing enough that he wouldnt be kicking so much ass. Blaine was literally rolling on the floor laughing, while Artie yelled about his teammates abandoning him since now Mike and Finn had open shots at the lone member of the Artie-Puck-Blaine team.

Kurt, not wanting to actually get strangled, had to release the knot of his scarf, which led to Puck falling over gracelessly, which only made Blaine laugh harder. At least, until Artie let out a whistle and Puck perked up to stare at the exposed skin. "Oh, for the love of… Yes. I have a hickey. No, Blaine is not a fucking vampire, Finn," Kurt snapped, grabbing for the scarf that Puck had wedged under his ass instead of giving back. "Fine. No scarf. Ill still kick your ass. Especially if youre going to be that distracted." As if to prove his point, Kurt took aim and pushed the button to shoot Pucks player right in the head.

That seemed to wake the mohawked boy up from his daze, and he cursed at Kurt before getting back into the game, sparing a fist bump for a confused looking Blaine in the process. Kurt just rolled his eyes and resumed button mashing, killing Finn, who was his own teammate, which only made Blaine fall back over in his default position of ridiculous amounts of laughter.

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On Monday, Kurt had his scarf knotted about his neck and threw his best bitch-glare at Puck upon entering the school, which made Blaine giggle at his locker. Oh god. He was giggling. These guys were going to out him just by making him react to their ridiculousness! He shook his head at the supposed badass before closing his own locker and wandering a bit closer to Kurts.

"Morning, boyfriend," he said so softly it was barely a breath of air between them, but Kurt heard. His mouth twitched at the corners even as he rolled his bright blue eyes at Blaine.

"Morning yourself. Youre going to get yourself into trouble, Blaine." He probably had a point. Blaine had never been very good at subtle after all. "Id rather not have to peel your broken face off the gym floor before Glee, so can you try not to make Karofsky attempt murder? Please? The guys arent in your PE class with him." And if Kurt batted his eyes a little at his boyfriend, Blaine wasnt going to call him on it. Nope. Hed just behave to the best of his ability to ease the other boys mind.

Once Kurt was done in his locker, the two of them wandered to English together. Just another boring day at McKinley. If he happened to smile a bit more that day, or checked his phone for texts more often (which was good since Kurt was texting him little hearts and random compliments all day) well… youd have that when a first date was still clear in a boys mind.

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The week went by without much fuss, especially considering it was the last chance for teachers to sneak in quizzes and big assignments before break. Kurt and Blaine had paired up for a big English project, which theyd work on together over the holiday. Theyd practiced their duet enough to know they would knock the socks off the school on Friday. Rachel had permission from her dads to have another house party right after the early dismissal on Friday, the two of them planning to go out for a romantic dinner and a show at a theatre in Columbus for the evening. It would be much like Halloween, only Blaine could spend the whole time drunkenly kissing Kurt without worrying about it.

All in all, it was shaping up to be a great break, so Blaine didnt even get too upset when Karofsky tripped him in PE on Wednesday and he skidded across the gym floor, running face first into another guys shoe and busting his lip, jarring his nose enough that it also started to bleed.

He showed up to Glee about ten minutes late with gauze shoved up the left side of his nose and a piece held to his mouth, not even having been able to put the material down long enough to change his clothes. He waved off the concern of Mr. Schue and Rachel immediately, but he couldnt stop Kurt from screaming, leaping up from his chair, and demanding to know what the hell happened and if he was okay. It was sweet, really, even if he did tug on the gauze too quickly and open his lip again.

"Im fine. Im fine, Kurt, seriously. I just fell and happened to land in one of the worst ways possible," he explained, trying his best not to spray blood when his lips touched. He knew he looked horrible, though. Blood was all down the front of him since he was still in his grey tank and sweats. (It was too cold for shorts, even if every jock thought that was crazy talk.) "I dont even think it was a purposeful trip this time. Usually its a little more obviously deliberate and involves smacking into a wall in some painful and awkward way…"

The look of horror on his boyfriends face told Blaine that he shouldnt really have voiced that thought aloud, but it was done now. No sense trying to cover the statement up, right? "You are impossible. Just… make your face stop bleeding before Glee ends so you can change and look less like the victim in a horror movie."

At that, the rest of the club started working on the numbers for the Christmas concert that werent Kurt and Blaines duet, while Blaine sat to the side nursing his wounds. Tina kept checking on him after every song and every time they stopped for someone to pick at some flaw in the performance, and Santana muttered something about teaching Karofsky a lesson, which Puck tried to team up with her about. It was strange in such a good way, knowing people had Blaines back and not having to worry so much. He felt… taken care of. It was a very warm feeling, and he found he was growing rather fond of it.

He was growing even more fond of the boy whod stolen his heart, especially when said boy told Finn to go ahead home without him (even though theyd come together today and Finn was Kurts ride) and hed catch a ride with Blaine. Kurt had pretty much dragged his boyfriend to the locker room and tenderly removed the gauze from his nose and mouth, checking that no fresh blood sprouted up and nodded his pleasure at it having stopped.

"Okay, strip, shower, leave me to stain duty," he commanded, reaching out a hand expectantly for Blaines clothing. Blaine, though, just squeaked and stared at Kurt. "Come on, Blaine. Blood is hard enough to get out when it hasnt had a ton of time to set in. Give me your clothes and go wash up. You smell like copper and its really disturbing."

Apparently the boy didnt find anything wrong with demanding that his boyfriend strip, which made Blaine giggle. Again with the damn giggling. "Dammit, Kurt, stop making me do that! Fucking giggling… I swear…" He yanked his stained shirt off and gave it a look before throwing a similar one at Kurt. "Can you really get that out?"

The brunette just rolled his eyes and snatched the material from Blaines hand, sparing an appreciative look for his exposed chest and abs. "I can get out stains from old ladies nightmares, sweetie. And apparently you do swear. Potty mouth." He huffed when Blaine got his sweatpants off and took them with a slight pout. "I swear, next time you strip for me it had better be for a much better reason, Blaine." He was blushing, but he still sounded so bossy Blaine could only laugh.

Kurt Hummel was completely and utterly adorable. That was the only way to honestly describe him. Blaine was still chuckling a bit as he turned toward the showers, pulling off his boxers and tossing them over his shoulder without much care, giving Kurt an eyeful of his perky ass. The appreciative whistle that followed him to the shower was definitely not the cause of Blaines blush. It was just the heat of the shower that made him flushed. Nothing more to the story.

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The concert started with Rachel belting out O Holy Night to a mixture of applause and obnoxious yawning. It wasnt that much of a surprise, really, so they simply enjoyed the fact that the applause was indeed there and moved right along. The next song was the duet, then theyd finish with the mash up, which Artie and the girls were already dressed for.

Blaine wasnt sure what to expect as he waited for the music to progress to Kurts cue. Hed been called a fag more in the last couple weeks than he had since… well, since his Freshman year, honestly, but it really wasnt bothering him. Which could have been seen as weird pretty easily, but he didnt read it that way. Blaine wasnt as bothered by the insults because he was finally confident in himself and his life. He had found Kurt. He found his happiness and love and acceptance. It was one hell of an ego and mood booster.

So, it was with confidence that Blaine took the stage with his boyfriend, still not saying he was gay, but no longer denying it either. People could say whatever they wanted about him. Blaine didnt really care, as long as he had the Glee kids. He had a family here now, and nobody could take that away from him.

Kurts grin matched his as they took the stage and started dancing around each other in a flirty little cat-and-mouse game. Blaine put up a good argument against the cold outdoors while Kurt slowly caved to his influence, and the two didnt even care about the gasps and whispers stirring in the audience. They only had eyes for each other, challenging themselves to make this their very best performance, and putting on quite the show if their friends faces were anything to go by.

There was more quiet muttering than applause when the two boys finished. There were some boos and somebody yelled about the fucking homos which had Coach Sylvester blowing her cheerleading whistle and threatening whoever it was with a lifetime of detentions when, not if, she figured out who they were.

Despite all that ruckus, Kurt was all smiles and each of the guys gave him a fist bump when he got backstage. Blaine, of course, gave him a giant hug. Nobody could see them in the hidden area of the wings, so he took liberties to show how much he cared. So sue him.

The final piece of their show went well, even if there was some jeering about the reindeers racks which had Santana not-so-subtly flipping the bird while she sang about Santa always watching. Guess she was okay with getting coal this year.

After the show, they went back to the choir room to change and get cleaned up before Rachel instructed everyone to show up at her place in about an hour. They all went their own ways, though Blaine didnt go all the way back home. He just spent the hour at Kurts house, where he left his car for the evening, an unspoken promise that they would spend at least Saturday together, if he didnt end up spending the night so they had the whole weekend with each other. But really, would he ever pass up the chance to spend an entire weekend with Kurt?