"Have fun last night?" Cooper asked Blaine with a smirk when the younger of the two sat down next to him on the couch the following morning.

"You're an asshole," Blaine mumbled as he ran his hand over his stubbled jaw, "But if you really want to know, yeah, I did," Blaine replied as he turned his head to look at Cooper with a big grin spread across his face.

"You're so in love," Cooper teased, leaning over to pull Blaine into a head lock, ruffling his curls as he did. Blaine could only hum in response, "Wow, you've got it bad don't you B?" Cooper smirked, releasing Blaine.

"Yeah," Blaine sighed, still leaning against Cooper's arm.

"He was telling me yesterday that he's basically moved in with you?" Cooper asked, trying to sound like he didn't know that Kurt wanted to make the move permanent.

"Yeah," Blaine started, "His roommates been away with her show and he came to stay the first night she was gone and he just never left. I like waking up to him every morning,"

"Why don't you ask him to move in full time?" Cooper prodded.

"I want to. Rachel gets back this weekend and Kurt's said that he wants to spend a couple of days with her, but I think I'll ask after that. Plus I have to talk to Wes first," Blaine shrugged.

"Do you think Wes will agree?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded with a small grin, "He really likes Kurt, and he'd love to have him around,"

"And what about the future Blainey?" Cooper still hadn't told Blaine about the scenes Kurt had pictured earlier in the week.

"I don't want to lose him Coop," Blaine replied, looking up at Cooper, his eyes full of hope and fear at the same time.

"Hey," Cooper began, pulling Blaine in for a tight hug, "Unless either of you do something stupid, you're not going to lose him Blaine. Anyone who looks at the two of you can tell that you're in it for the long haul; besides, if you screw it up I'm going to have to fly over there a kick your ass,"

"I promise I won't screw it up," Blaine whispered into his brother's chest, "I'm glad I have you Coop," Blaine said as he sniffed quietly.

"Hey, no crying B, you'll make me cry," Cooper said as he pulled away enough to look Blaine in the eyes, "You're safe now, I promise I won't let anything happen to you ok?" he said, looking straight at Blaine.

"Ok," Blaine nodded in response, " I love you Coop," Blaine whispered as he hugged Cooper tightly again.

"I love you too Blainey. Now go and get back into beg so Kurt has someone to wake up next to," Cooper said fondly as Blaine nodded and pulled away from Cooper before moving back down to his bedroom. He stopped in the doorway and just took a second to look at Kurt. He was curled up on his side, clutching Blaine's pillow to his chest, his nose pressed into the soft fabric. Blaine smiled to himself before moving back to the bed and sliding in next to Kurt, gently tugging the pillow away and replacing it with himself. He laughed quietly as Kurt began to stir; nosing at Blaine's chest and wrapping his arms tighter around Blaine's waist.

"Mmmm," Kurt hummed as he let out a relaxed breath, "Morning," he mumbled into Blaine's t-shirt.

"Morning," Blaine replied as he moved his head to place a kiss to Kurt's hair, "You sleep ok?" he asked as he brought his left hand up to scratch lightly at the hairs at the back on Kurt's neck.

"Yeah, you?" Kurt asked, his eyes were still closed but his left hand still managed to successfully find Blaine's right and he tangled their fingers together.

"Best sleep I've had since I've been here," Blaine replied softly, his hand still rubbing at Kurt's neck.

"I'm glad," Kurt smiled sleepily, "What's the plan for today?" Blaine's face lit up.

"Today Kurt Hummel, I'm showing you LA,"

"Wes? Wes we're home," Blaine called out once he and Kurt had made it through the front door on Saturday afternoon after just returning from LA. They both waited for a reply, but there was nothing, "Must be at Jen's," Blaine shrugged. He took Kurt's hand and they both tugged their luggage back down to Blaine's room, "What time is Rachel due back tonight?" Blaine asked reluctantly, he took a seat in his barber's chair as he watched Kurt begin to fold up some of his things that were in Blaine's drawers. Blaine didn't want Kurt to leave, but he knew that he had to check with Wes before he just asked Kurt to move in.

"In a couple of hours," Kurt sighed, placing a small pile of folded shirts on Blaine's bed before moving to stand between Blaine's legs, slowly lifting each of his own to kneel on either side of Blaine's thighs, sitting himself back on Blaine's knees, "I really don't want to leave," Kurt said softly, looking up into Blaine's eyes and twisting his fingers with Blaine's.

"I don't want you to leave either, but I think we need to talk to our roommates first," Blaine replied with a defeated tone and Kurt nodded in response.

"I know," he sighed, leaning forward to press his forehead against Blaine's.

"I love you," Blaine whispered.

"I love you too," Kurt replied softly, moving to press his lips gently against Blaine's, pulling away before things got heated, "I'm sorry, but I really do need to pack up some of my stuff," Kurt sighed.

"I know, I'll give you a hand," Kurt nodded as he moved backwards to let Blaine out of the chair. Both men moved slowly around the room, collecting anything of Kurt's that he would urgently need. Blaine smiled to himself when he opened one of his draws and saw a small pile of Kurt's clothes still sitting in there. It was almost a silent confirmation that Kurt would be coming soon, and not moving back to his own apartment permanently. It only took them another twenty minutes to get all of Kurt's things in his suitcase.

"Well," Kurt paused, "I guess I better get going. Rachel will be back soon and I think I may need to do a quick clean up at the apartment," Blaine nodded, leaning into kiss Kurt.

"I know we'll see each other again on Monday, but I'm going to miss not having you next to me," Blaine said quietly into Kurt's ear as he hugged Kurt tightly around his waist.

"I'm going to miss you too, but we know that we're both busy tomorrow, which will help keep our mind off of things until we can see each other again on Monday. I promise it won't seem like too long," Kurt smiled and Blaine nodded, pulling away from the hug and taking Kurt by the hand, leading him out onto the street and calling him a taxi.

"I'll see you soon," he said as he gave Kurt a final kiss.

"See you soon," Kurt nodded as he opened the door and got into the taxi, waving goodbye to Blaine as it pulled off and down the street.

Blaine reluctantly turned and walked back into the house, going straight back to his room and collapsing onto the bed. It was going to be a long two days.

"Blaine?" Blaine was jolted awake from his sleep Sunday night at the sound of someone calling his name, "Blaine?"

"Wes," Blaine called back, just as his bedroom door was thrown open and Wes bounded in, jumping onto the bed.

"Blaine," Wes cheered, pulling his best friend in for a tight hug, "Congratulations!" Wes grinned, "You little champion,"

"Thanks Wes," Blaine laughed, "But what's got you all excited?" he asked, he was taking in Wes' huge grin and overly excited eyes.

"I have some news," Wes replied, his smile growing even wider, Blaine couldn't understand how it could get any bigger, "I proposed to Jen last night, and she said yes!"

"Wes," Blaine exclaimed in excitement, "Congratulations," he cheered as he tackled Wes into a hug on his bed, "Dude, that's amazing, I'm so happy for you two,"

"Thanks man," Wes said genuinely, "I'm so happy to, but before we get back to celebrating, I wanted to talk to you first," Blaine looked at Wes with a slightly confused expression, but nodded for him to continue, "It means that I'm moving out. I've pretty much been living with Jen anyway, just using this place as a storage unit, but now that we're engaged, I'm moving into her place until we can afford to buy our own house. Which means that you and Kurt will now have this place to yourselves," Wes smiled.

"Kurt doesn't actually live here Wes,"

"I know," Wes nodded, "But I've known for a while now that you want him to move in, and now is the perfect time. You can all the loud sex you want and no one to complain or walk in on you," Blaine laughed at Wes' shudder.

"Dude, that wasn't my fault, you knew what we would be doing and yet you still opened the door," Blaine smirked.

"I know, silly Wes," Wes laughed, "But I'm serious Blaine, I want Kurt to move in here with you. It's perfect for the two of you, and you won't have t worry about finding another place when you start having a family of your own,"

"Thank you Wes," Blaine said as he hugged Wes tightly, trying to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks, "And I'm so happy for you and Jen. I would call Kurt right now, but it's almost one in the morning,"

"Oh sorry," Wes apologised with a laugh at Blaine's unamused expression, "I'll leave you to your beauty sleep,"

"Goodnight Wes," Blaine laughed as Wes got off of Blaine's bed and made his way back out of the door.

"Night Blaine,"

Blaine awoke the following morning with a grin on his face. He got up and took a quick shower before getting ready for work and heading out the door.

"Morning Kelly," he greeted his assistant as he walked into work.

"Morning Blaine. Congratulations," she called as she ran across the salon floor and jumped into Blaine's arms; she was a very small young woman.

"Thank you," Blaine laughed as he set her back down on the floor.

"You're welcome. We were all so proud of you. We were watching the live feed online, you were amazing. I personally think you should have placed higher in your other categories too, but you still did yourself proud,"

"I'm not going to complain with second in colouring and a third in the overall look," Blaine grinned. Kelly smiled and hugged him again.

"Well as I said, we were all very proud of you," she said as she stood on her tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek, "Oh, and your eight thirty is here already to," Kelly finished as she turned and made her way back out onto the salon floor.

The salon was still empty due to the fact that they only opened this early for requested appointments. So Blaine put his bag away and made his way out into the salon to fins his eight thirty. He froze when he reached the waiting room and saw who was sitting there.

"No," Blaine replied strongly, shaking his head, "No I refuse," he watched with wide eyes as his mother stood and moved to walk past him to his station, "No," Blaine spoke more firmly, "Please leave," he said, holding an arm out, not letting his mother pass him.

"Blaine," his mother spoke in a warning tone.

"You have no right to be here," he said, looking straight into her eyes.

"Blaine?" Kelly asked, coming from the back after hearing his raised voice.

"It's fine Kelly," Blaine said, speaking over his shoulder, but never once breaking eye contact with his mother. Kelly understood Blaine's tone and disappeared again into the backroom.

"You can't treat customers this way Blaine," his mother said.

"I can if they put me in hospital," retorted strongly.

"I'm your mother,"

"Not while you're in my salon you're not. You've made that very clear over the last three years,"

"I will complain to your manager," Amelia snapped.

"You do that then mother, and we'll see who she believes after I tell her everything," Blaine replied, puffing out his chest.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, if you refuse me your service then this is it. Your father and I will not be speaking to you again," his mother spat through gritted teeth.

"Then goodbye mother," Blaine nodded once before gesturing towards the door. Amelia huffed in annoyance before turning on her heel and walking straight out through the door.

"Are you ok Blaine?" Kelly asked quietly when Blaine walked into the staffroom.

"I need to talk to Kurt," was all Blaine could reply with. Kelly nodded and left, but not before placing a comforting hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

Blaine rang Kurt's phone four times, but ending up in his voicemail after every last ring.

"Kurt it's me, I really need you to pick up please," he said quietly down the line, trying not to cry. He sighed in defeat when he hung up the final time, calling Wes instead.

"Hey man, what's up?" Wes greeted as he answered the phone. That was all it took for Blaine to lose it and cry to Wes down the phone.

After twenty minutes of Wes consoling Blaine, they finally said goodbye and Blaine pulled himself together enough to get through the rest of the day.

As soon as his final client had left Blaine was out the door and on his way over to Kurt's. He was buzzed in straight away and greeted by Rachel how opened the door for him once he had knocked.

"Hey, Kurt's in his room on the phone," Blaine nodded thanks before moving past her and down the small hallway to Kurt's door. He knocked twice before letting himself in. Kurt had his back to him, but Blaine could tell by his posture that he was upset. He moved forwards slowly and placed a gentle hand on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt turned at the feeling of contact and Blaine's breath hitched at the sight of Kurt's upset expression.

"Kurt?" he asked quietly.

"It's my Dad," Kurt replied quietly with a shaky breath, "No Blaine's here," he said to someone on the other end of the call, "Yeah ok, that's probably the better idea," Kurt pulled the phone away from his ear and handed it to Blaine before wrapping his arms tightly around Blaine and finally breaking down against his shoulder. Blaine gripped him close with his free arm and moved so they were sitting on the bed before bringing the phone up to his own ear.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Blaine honey, its Carole," Carole's voice was calm as she greeted him, "Sweetie, Burt's had a bit of a turn,"

"Is he ok?" Blaine asked, trying to keep his voice neutral for Kurt's sake.

"He's absolutely fine. We're at the hospital just having a few blood tests done, but basically his sodium levels got a little too high again today and he had a dizzy spell. He didn't collapse or pass out or anything, he just became short of breath and had to sit down due to his head spinning,"

"Ok," Blaine nodded, is there anything you need me to do.

"I'm going to put you on to Burt, he wants to talk to you," Blaine waited as he heard the phone pass hands at the other end.

"Kid, you there?"

"I'm here," Blaine replied.

"Look, there's only one thing I want you to do. Keep Kurt in New York," Burt's voice was strong and in no way showed that he was sitting in the hospital waiting room, "I know he's worried and I know he'll be a mess right now, but you have to promise me to not let him get on a plane. I'm fine, I'm not dying; this is not as bad as last time. He's going to over react and throw a tantrum and everything in between, but just please keep him there with you, ok?"

"I promise," Blaine replied with a nod.

"Thanks kid, now can you put my son on please, I need to tell him that myself," Blaine said goodbye before handing the phone back to Kurt.

"It's your Dad,"

"Dad?" Kurt asked the second he had the phone to his ear. Blaine held him close as he watched Kurt shake his head at Burt's words, "Dad I can't just leave you there," Blaine ran a hand across the back of Kurt's neck soothingly, trying to calm him down, "Fine, call me when you get home," Kurt finished as he hung up. He stood from the bed and began moving around the room, pulling things out of drawers.

"Kurt? Kurt what are you doing?" Blaine asked as he sat on the bed and watched.

"I'm going back to Lima, Dad needs me," Kurt replied without looking at Blaine.

"Kurt," Blaine warned, "Kurt stop," he stood and gently reached for Kurt's wrist, trying to halt him from his packing. Just as he had a grip on it, Kurt ripped it away from his hand.

"Don't tell me what to do Blaine," Kurt snapped. Blaine took a step back in shock.

"Kurt," Blaine replied softly, quietly pleading for Kurt to look at him, "Kurt he's ok, he said so himself,"

"No," Kurt shook his head, "I need to go home," Blaine sighed.

"Kurt, I know you're afraid of losing him, but he's going to be fine. Carole would have told you to come home if he wasn't. He's not going anywhere and neither are you," Blaine replied gently from his spot next to the bed.

"What would you know, you have both of your parents," Kurt snapped, turning around to shot Blaine a glare. Blaine felt his shoulders drop, shortly followed by his head. He told himself to not cry in front of Kurt. Without raising his head he walked past Kurt and out into the living room.

"Blaine?" Rachel questioned as she watched him open the front door. Blaine stepped out into the hallway and closed it without a sound.

"Kurt Hummel, what did you do?" Rachel yelled from the lounge.

When Blaine didn't pick up his phone after the fifth time, Kurt began to panic. He knew he had over reacted about his Dad but he never expected Blaine to just walk out without putting up a fight, Blaine always fought for what he knew was right. Kurt hung up after his sixth attempt at trying Blaine again, looking up from his phone to see that he was nearly at Blaine's street. He paid the cab driver and shot out of the car, up the steps and was hammering at Blaine's door before he even knew what he was doing.

"Kurt," Wes said as he answered the door, not moving aside to let him in.

"Please Wes, I need to talk to Blaine," Kurt pleaded.

"He's not here," Wes answered his voice sounding slightly angry, "I don't know what you said to him, but he's really upset,"

"I know, and I'm so sorry, but I really need to talk to him. Do you know where he is?" Kurt felt his stomach drop at the sight of Wes shaking his head.

"No, he didn't say anything, but I have a hunch,"

"Please Wes,"

"Here," Wes said, holding out a piece of paper with an address written on the front. I knew you'd turn up so I wrote this down to give you when you did. I can't guarantee he'll be there, but it's where he normally goes when he's upset,"

"Thank you Wes," Kurt breathed with a sigh of relief and turned on the top step before racing back down them and out onto the nearest avenue to catch a cab. He recited the address to the driver and was soon pulling up in front of what looked like an old warehouse.

He got out without a word a walked over to the small metal door next to one of the giant roller doors, he saw that it was unlocked and pushed it open, stepping inside to what looked to be a makeshift gym. He pulled the door shut behind him and made his way inside. It was a vast space with mirrors along one wall, and several boxing rings standing in the centre. Kurt stopped when he heard noises coming from the far corner. He made his way into the gym, passing the boxing rings and a section dedicated to weight machines. He stopped when he saw the figure who was attacking the punching bag in front of him. Even from behind Kurt knew it was Blaine. He had on grey sweatpants and a white tank top and his hands and fingers were bound with yards of white strapping, then covered with basic gloves, leaving his fingers exposed. Kurt moved slowly closer, coming around the side of Blaine; he stopped when he saw the tear tracks making their way down his cheeks. He felt as though his heart was being ripped in two, knowing that he did that to Blaine.

"Is that me?" Kurt asked quietly, referring to the bag Blaine was punching with every ounce of strength he had. Blaine froze for a second at the sound of Kurt's voice, before falling back into his rhythm, hitting the bag a few more times before finally stopping and turning to look at Kurt.

"No," Blaine whispered, his hands dropping to his sides.

"It should be after the way I acted," Kurt replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets, giving them something to do other than twisting in front of him, "I'm sorry Blaine," he said softly, taking a step towards Blaine.

"You don't have to apologise, you don't even know what you did wrong," Blaine said, tilting his head back to try and stop the fresh wave of tears from falling.

"I know, but that doesn't mean that I'm not sorry," Kurt took another few steps closer, finally reaching out and placing a hand against Blaine's neck, his finger tips rubbing of the short hairs on Blaine's nape, "Please tell me what's wrong, Wes wouldn't say,"

"Wes?" Blaine asked, chewing on his bottom lip to keep it from quivering.

"Yeah, I went to your house to try and find you but Wes said you'd already left. He told me that I might find you here," Kurt smiled softly at Blaine who had now brought his head back to be upright. He undid one of his gloves and pulled it off to wipe at his eyes with the strapping around the back of his hand.

"My Mom came into work this morning," he stated simply.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt gasped quietly, moving to pull Blaine into a tight hug. He didn't care that Blaine was sweaty, he knew that Blaine needed to be close to someone right now. Kurt held him close and waited for Blaine to continue.

"She came in like nothing had happened, she still expected me to do her hair. I told her to leave and she gave me an ultimatum," Kurt held him tighter as Blaine sniffed and wiped at his eyes again, "She said if I refused to do her hair, her and Dad will never speak to me again,"

"Oh sweetheart," Kurt whispered soothingly into Blaine's ear, "What did you say?"

"I told her goodbye, and then she left. That was it," Blaine cried harder into Kurt's shoulder, "I know that they never treated me well anyway, but they're my parents. Now they've voluntarily gone. How could someone do that to their own son?" Blaine asked to no one in particular, his sobs ripping through his body, Kurt had to hold on to him tightly to keep him from collapsing to the ground.

"Shh, sweetie, it'll be ok. I'm here," Kurt felt Blaine grip tighten around him.

"Wes and Jen got engaged on Saturday," Blaine finally spoke up once he'd calmed down a little.

"Wow, that'd good news," Kurt smiled, looking down at Blaine and pressing a kiss to his temple.

"He's moving out," Blaine stated, Kurt just hummed, letting Blaine know he'd heard him, "I want you to move in," Blaine finished, turning his head to look up Kurt, "Kurt, will you move in with me?" Blaine asked, his face open and honest. Kurt bit his bottom lip between his teeth as he smiled down at Blaine.

"Of course baby, I would love to," Blaine's face broke out into a wide grin as he turned as tightened his grip around Kurt's waist, picking him up off the floor. Kurt laughed and wrapped his thighs around Blaine's hips, helping to keep him in place and he moved so both of his hands were resting against Blaine's jaw. Kurt moved down and Blaine lifted his chin up to meet Kurt's kiss in the middle. Both men grinning against the others lips as their tongues slowly began working against each others, fighting for dominance.

After what felt like a life time, they both finally pulled apart and Kurt rested forehead against Blaine's to just look at him. Blaine could hide the grin spreading across his face as he raised his eyes to meet Kurt's.

"We're moving in together," Kurt whispered, biting his lip.

"We're moving in together," Blaine nodded against Kurt's forehead, leaning up to press another kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth.