When Blaine entered his apartment Kurt was on the couch reading a magazine. He had told the doorman to let Kurt in while he picked up Marilyn since it had been a lot easier for Kurt to go there straight after school and Blaine was picking her up after a meeting in Columbus.

"Hey there. You made yourself comfortable," Blaine noted as he and Marilyn came into the living room.

"Hey you two. I was starting to wonder if you'd forgot where you live," Kurt grinned as he looked up from the magazine in his hand and took in the sight.

"Almost. The little fox talked me into stopping for hot chocolate -"

"Yeah, like you even resisted when it was her," Kurt said with a raised eyebrow in feigned suspicion.

"Alright. You got me," Blaine caved and helped Marilyn get her coat off. The little girl was grinning widely at Kurt and waved at him – naturally her clothes were gifts from Blaine. She had to be the only four year old in Ohio who dressed in Gucci.

"Bunny, how about you take your suitcase and go to your room so you can help Whiskers get comfortable? I'll be right there, I just need to talk to Kurt for a moment," Blaine smiled at the girl and gave her the handle of the little pink suitcase.

"Okay. I think he's mushed," she said and squinted her nose with a glance to the suitcase.

"Hi Kurt," she smiled and started determined steps down the hall.

"Whiskers?" Kurt asked with an arched eyebrow, questioning the identity behind the newly mentioned name.

"Yeah. The plushy cat she sleeps with," Blaine told with a nod, Kurt responding with a nod of his own.

"I didn't know she had a room," Kurt said in surprise when Blaine walked over to him after watching the girl disappear.

"She does. It's right down the hall, next to the guest bathroom," Blaine shrugged and sat down on the couch next to Kurt. He put an arm around the boy and pulled him close for a kiss that made his insides shiver. Kurt immediately fell into Blaine's embrace, his lips returning to the familiar moving against Blaine's and his hands resting softly on Blaine's chest, cold all the way through his shirt.

"Mhm, you're cuddly today. Who would've known you had it in you," Kurt commented as he backed out of the kiss and squeezed his lips together like he was trying to make the feeling of Blaine's lips brand into his own.

"Is that bad? I missed you," Blaine said shyly. They hadn't seen each other since he dropped Kurt off after they came home from New York, and they had hardly talked at all. The most was Blaine texting Kurt a picture a night he was horny and Kurt responding with a not as sexy picture, but enough to get Blaine off, and the following day where Kurt had called him to say that he would come Friday.

"Aww, that's cute. I missed you too," Kurt smiled blushingly.

"So... are you gonna tell me how you got out of that issue with paps?" Blaine asked and snuck a hand discretely under Kurt's top to rub a thumb over the warm skin of his hipbone.

"If you really wanna know... Carole talked my dad down to earth and convinced him that I will need some space to adjust to being with someone after years of bullying - she insisted that it was important for me to feel wanted or something. After the typical grumping and other dissatisfied groans he caved in. I was really surprised that she managed to talk him into letting me go to here for the weekend, but I told her about Marilyn. The criteria for me to be allowed to go was that I keep my phone close at all times and that I give at least a text every few hours to confirm my still beating pulse, though," Kurt told with a heavy breath. Blaine wasn't really sure how to feel about it. He was definitely relieved that Kurt hadn't got into more trouble than that, and even more that he hadn't had to tell his family about Blaine's age - yet. And he was especially happy that he hadn't been forced into a family dinner, because his criminal record was nice and clean and he liked it like that.

"Cool. So I shouldn't expect a SWAT team to storm the place anytime soon?" Blaine teased, and Kurt rolled his eyes before grappling a fistful of his tie to drag him in to a kiss.

"I better go down and check she's got herself settled," Blaine said and pecked Kurt's lips quickly before getting to his feet and following his niece to her room.

xXx

The evening was a cozy affair. Blaine cooked dinner while Marilyn asked Kurt all her questions. About his clothes, about her clothes, if he was in school and if he had any pets. She asked him for his favorite color and his favorite thing to do. Basically, all the questions a little girl asks when she finds a new friend with outstanding taste in clothes.

After dinner Kurt cleaned the kitchen and let Marilyn time to show Blaine all the things she wanted she hadn't been able to while he was away in New York. Blaine followed her to her room where she showed him her newest dresses from her parents, a picture of the kitten they had finally allowed her to get and the fancy suit she had got for Whiskers ("Just like yours, Uncle Blaine!"). He showered her in presents he had found for her during the holidays. Fancy dresses of designer brands she knew nothing about, matching shoes and the iPad he knew Cooper and Sebastian would kill him for having given her ("It's just for games, I swear.").

Blaine let Marilyn ride on his back to the living room where they found Kurt with his phone. Blaine noticed that he looked a little tensed as he was staring into display, but when Kurt noticed them he hurried to put it away and let his face be dominated by a giant grin.

"So - the little lady has to take a bath and after that its bedtime and then tomorrow -" Blaine started but was cut off.

"ICE SKATING! Are you going ice skating with us, Kurt?" Marilyn burst out, and Blaine couldn't help noticing the genuine flash of joy that was streaming from Kurt by her question.

"Oh, I am so ice skating with you. We need to do pirouette contests," Kurt exclaimed eagerly.

Blaine's heart was swelling. Seeing Kurt interact with Marilyn for an entire weekend was the final test to whether or not he would believe in the substance of their relationship - and he was already sure that they would be great friends before the weekend was over. It was perfect.

He took the girl to the bathroom for supervising while she was splashing around the bathtub. He made sure to help her wash her hair and avoid the soap running for her eyes. It wasn't even until his Hugo Boss shirt was drenched that he realized that Kurt was in the door watching them with a soft smile.

As soon as Marilyn was clean, dry and in her nightgown Blaine scooped her up in his arms and had her say goodnight to Kurt with a kiss on his cheek. He tucked her in and sang her a lullaby, but she quickly drifted into sleep with Whiskers under her arm. When he came back to the living room Kurt was in his pajamas. He was sitting on the sofa with the news rolling over the screen and his temple resting against the back of the couch. His knees were tucked under him and he looked like he was just as tired as Marilyn had been.

"Hey stranger. Up for adult-time now?" Blaine whispered into his ear and press a kiss to his cheekbone.

"Hey there. I'm sorry. I'm just so tired. I think it's from going back to school," Kurt yawned.

"It's okay. You wanna just go to bed?" Blaine asked as he crawled over the back of the couch to slip down next to Kurt. He didn't really care that it was only 8.30 - he was tired himself after a crazy week of the last phase of preparing for spring fashion having started.

"No. No it's fine. We don't have to -" Kurt assured him but Blaine could feel that he was spent so he picked up the remote and turned off the TV before he stood up and started turning off the small lights around the living room, expect for the little one in the corner he always kept on when Marilyn was there.

"Come. We're going to bed. Besides; I have something for you..." He smiled softly down at Kurt and beamed as Kurt stood up.

"You have something? For me? It's not more dresses is it? Cause you have a serious shopping issue when it comes to buying dresses for that girl - and that's me talking," Kurt chuckled, nerves playing lightly around the tip of his voice.

"It is not a dress. I promise! But come on and I'll show you."

They walked to the bedroom and started preparing themselves for the night in Blaine's bathroom. He watched as Kurt focused deeply on his skin care routine, impressed by the passion he put into something as simple as taking care of himself. When they were back the bedroom Blaine asked Kurt to get into bed as he opened the closet and found something out before turning back to Kurt where he put the bag on the bed in front of him.

"What is this?" Kurt asked as he stared at the black bag with a hunger filling the room like a halo. Blaine wondered what would happen if he didn't say anything and Kurt would have to fight between his manners and his curiosity and craving for anything in a bag like that. But he quickly found that to be too mean and crawled into the bed in his own side.

"Well, if you dig in you'll find out," he smiled, honestly just as curious for a reaction from Kurt to the contents as Kurt was to actually seeing the contents. So he watched as Kurt was close to exploding and carefully opened the bag by the handles before letting a hand down to pull out what looked like a thick stack of tissue paper, but when he bright-eyed got rid of the scrunching material a small gasp erupted from the back of his throat.

"Blaine, is this really..." He asked, his eyes not leaving the fabric for a second, not even for silly things such a blinking.

"Alexander Wang. These aren't even in production yet. There's only like five of them produced at the moment and not all of those are completely alike because they're like drafts, so they'll be altered a bit before hitting the stores. I just - figured you would like it," Blaine explained like it wasn't a big deal, like he hadn't just given Kurt a piece of clothing that was one of a kind from one of his favorite designers.

He had folded the sweater out to take its entirety in. It was oversized and dusty blue with navy seams and matching square buttons and a triangular pocket on the left side of the chest. Blaine was certain it would look perfect on Kurt.

"Oh honey, you didn't have to - it's incredible," Kurt breathed out as he let item in his hand drop so he could use both hands to cup Blaine's face for a deep kiss.

"Of course I did. They can alter that shirt all they want but it was made to be on you! But check the bag again, it's not all -" Blaine grinned with a weird twirling in his stomach and the a lightness in his head.

"There's more? Blaine, you are totally insane!" Kurt exclaimed and returned his attention to the bag. He didn't fumble around for long before he pulled out a little box and Blaine watched Kurt's face tighten in anticipation, Blaine unfortunately completely unable to read it, so he really hoped that he hadn't gone wrong with this one.

With trembling fingers Kurt opened the box to reveal the insides; a small G-clef brooch with the dramatic arts masks over, complete of the finest silver. (Sketch of both items here)

"Custom made from Tiffany. Even though they thought it was weird that I asked for something without diamonds so I had them put a tiny one in the eye of the sad mask," Blaine said indifferently, holding his breath in wait for the verdict.

"I'm sorry. It's stupid. I can just take it back -" he said after way too long silence and reached out for the box but Kurt snapped it close and clung it to his chest.

"Kurt? Are you - crying?" Blaine asked in a near-whisper when he realized a tear on Kurt's cheek. His insides tightened up. He couldn't do anything right! He had just wanted to make him happy.

"No... Yes... A little, maybe. It's just - so beautiful. I can't believe... that you even did this. You are such a stupid, stupid man," Kurt smiled stammeringly through tears as he turned to clasp his arms around Blaine's neck, the box still clenched in hand.

"So you like it?" Blaine asked tryingly, not daring to assume anything too fast.

"Blaine it's Tiffany's. Tiffany's! And Wang! It's amazing. I don't deserve this..." Kurt blabbered eagerly out as he backed away.

"Yes you do! You deserve everything and I'm gonna give you everything. Don't think that just because we're actually together you'll get rid of new clothes. I want my - boyfriend - happy and good looking," Blaine declared, still a little unused with the term boyfriend, but forcing it through.

"I don't have anything to get you back -"

"Yes you do. You're doing it right now. You look beautiful and you're smiling at me - and some time you will let my hand between your legs," Blaine grinned, the last part only a teasing. He really was just satisfied with Kurt being happy. Kurt's cheeks blushed and he started to fold the shirt back up and put all of it back into the bag. He put it on the floor and smiled at Blaine before curling up against his chest. He put his arm around his waist and squeezed like he was afraid Blaine would run away if he didn't keep him there. Blaine turned off the light and considered if he should let Kurt sleep or take up what was bugging him. In the end he figured that he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway if he didn't at least ask.

"Besides all that - are you okay? When you were sitting with your phone earlier you seemed... less pleased." He tightened his grip on Kurt's shoulders and held his breath, hoping he hadn't poked something Kurt would rather forget than discuss.

"Oh... yeah. That's fine. It's just - of course my idiot brother couldn't keep his mouth shut, so now everyone knows that I'm seeing someone, and people keep asking me about it. About you. And I don't know what to tell them," Kurt said, trying to hide the hopelessness in his voice.

"But - why don't you just tell them? I don't really see the problem," Blaine said truthfully. He definitely wasn't going to keep Kurt hidden if people asked about him.

"Blaine. I am so happy to be with you - but if I tell people about you I, we, can get into a lot of trouble. I might be sent to the school psychologist, or they might even... report you to the police," Kurt said and tugged Blaine a little tighter to him, as if that would be able to keep him hidden from the police.

Yeah, he had considered the possibility of someone wanting to do that. But he simply couldn't bring himself to think of what they shared as anything criminal.

"I see your point. But maybe you could just - keep them satisfied by telling them stuff and just avoid my age. It's not ideal, but it's better than the alternative," Blaine shrugged. They really hadn't thought it all through, he saw that now.

"Yeah. I just... need a friend, you know. Someone I don't have to hide you from. Someone I can tell all about you without having to worry," Kurt sighed. He liked that thought. That Kurt was so happy to be with him that he wanted to tell someone about him and what they had together. It gave him a sense of pride; to know that Kurt wasn't embarrassed by being with an old man like him.

"I know - but maybe you should just give it some time. Let it rest over the weekend and ignore them. Then maybe you'll have a better look at it then," Blaine suggested, but was mentally kicking himself for not being able to come up with a proper solution when Kurt clearly was distressed by the issue.

"Mhm yeah. I will. Did you go through the extended interrogation with your brother?" Kurt asked and surprised Blaine that he even cared to ask.

"More or less. They tried. But I told them that if they didn't have anything good to say about you, about us, they should simply shove it. At first I thought they would say that I couldn't see Marilyn if you were here, but luckily they didn't," Blaine told and felt the relief wash back in over him. He wouldn't have put it past Cooper to use his time with Marilyn against him in the case of his relationship with Kurt.

Like she had heard the mention of her name a tiny figure was suddenly standing next to the bed. Marilyn was clutching her fluffy, striped cat to her chest and staring at them with big wary eyes.

"Hey bunny. What's wrong?" Blaine asked, immediately awake and all senses alert.

"I had a bad dream..." She mumbled with a pout into the golden fur that was grazing her face.

"Oh sweetheart. I'm sorry, bunny-girl. Should we see if Kurt wants to scoop over so you can sleep here?" Blaine asked and was suddenly very happy that they had kept sense enough to keep their clothes on for once.

Kurt moved over instantly with a silent, but genuine, smile. That was good enough and Blaine lifted the comforter to let the girl crawl over him to lie down between them. Blaine put his arm around her right away and she quickly snuggled into him and was heavily back to sleep minutes later, so Blaine kissed her forehead and carefully adjusted himself to go to sleep himself.

"You're adorable," Kurt said sweetly and let his hand find Blaine's to let their fingers fall into place.

"I couldn't just let her be scared," Blaine grunted.

"I'm glad you didn't. She's precious - goodnight, Blaine."

"Goodnight, doll-face."

xXx

Blaine headed directly for the gym when he woke up so he could have it over with before he was to take Marilyn out. When he was dressed and had his bag he went into the bedroom where he found Kurt and Marilyn snuggled around each other, the view making his heart throb. Before he left he kissed Marilyn's forehead and put a lingering peck to Kurt's lips, both receivers giving a slight sigh from the affection.

He spent a good two hours in the gym and was back home by ten where he went directly to his bedroom to get rid of his bag before looking for his visitors. He found them in the kitchen. Both white from flour and broad grins on their faces. Marilyn was sitting on the counter and Kurt was whisking something.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he came over to kiss them both.

"Cupcakes!" The girl exclaimed proudly and giggled with her hands thrown in the air, sugar and fruit color spreading all around her.

"You guys are crazy. Do you have any idea how many calories there are in those things?" Blaine said with an arched eyebrow at Kurt, but a wide grin nonetheless.

"No. But I don't care. And neither will you as soon as you taste them," Kurt retorted with a wink at Marilyn.

"Uncle Blaine, you smell..."

Kurt laughed at the girl's statement, a wholeheartedly laughter that mostly resembled chiming tinkerbells in summer rain. So there was nothing else for Blaine to do than drag Kurt close, into his still sweat-damp embrace with kisses pressed to his face, making Kurt laugh even more.

"Ew, stop. It's true. You smell, Blaine. Go shower," he chuckled when he finally got control of his laughter. He pretended to be icked out by Blaine pressing his lips against his neck, but Marilyn's grinning made them all laugh before Blaine went to shower.

They all went ice skating together. Blaine made sure his niece was wrapped in enough layers of clothes to not even let a hurricane affect her and he couldn't stop himself from watching Kurt as he pulled his skinny jeans over a pair of woolen tights, matched up with a dark red sweater Blaine had once given him. Everything was so tight that Blaine had to remind himself that they were not alone and he couldn't just rip Kurt's clothes off right away. However, when he saw that Kurt ended his outfit with the gray scarf Blaine had given him for Christmas, and as a final touch the silver brooch he simply had to pull him close for a deep kiss with his hand discretely squeezing his ass so that Kurt blushed and giggled into his mouth.

The ice rink was crowded, but not so crowded that they couldn't let Marilyn on her own because they were still able to see her. Kurt, of course, was an artist in his classic white skates and spent a lot of time dancing around with the girl who adored him to no ends. Blaine followed them around and joined their games, but every now and then he would stay a little back to watch them goof around.

Marilyn met some of her friends from kindergarten who were there with some of the girls' older sisters who always watched Blaine with mooney eyes whenever he picked up Marilyn and they were there. While the girls played together Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and led him over to get some coffee.

The line seemed endless and Blaine quickly got bored so he started kissing Kurt instead of just standing there - he knew that it was risky, but the way the frost made Kurt's face even paler and his cheeks even more pink, his lips constantly kept moist and shiny from his lip balm and his hair perfect; it would be torture for Blaine not to kiss him right there.

"Mhm, you taste so good," Blaine murmured and was happy that it made Kurt smile.

"You too. Delicious. Can I just... lick all over you?" Kurt whispered against Blaine's neck, obviously holding back a giggle from his own words and his face flaming when he realized what he had just said.

"Yeah. I could be good with that," Blaine hummed in agreement, happy that his coat covered his crotch so the world wouldn't see the evidence of their private conversation. They were dragged out of their love-haze as it was suddenly their turn in line and Blaine bought them both coffee and tea for Marilyn. They brought it back to where the girls were in the middle of a race and their older sisters were indiscreetly whispering about Blaine holding offs hand and kissing him so openly.

"I didn't know he was gay!"

"Her parents are too, you know. It's his brother."

"Why do the good ones always have to be taken? And gay?"

"And have hot boyfriends -"

Blaine chuckled and leaned in to kiss Kurt under his ear, having to nuzzle his nose deeply into the scarf to find a spot of exposed skin. Kurt gasped by the cold so directly hitting him, but let his fingers run into the curls at the nap of Blaine's neck. This had to be heaven.

"Kurt? What are you doing here?" A guy suddenly burst out and Kurt stiffened where they were sitting on the fence with their coffees and arms around each other while keeping an eye on Marilyn drinking her tea over by her girlfriends.

"Oh my god. Puck!" Kurt burst out and Blaine could feel him shrink under his arm.

"What the hell? I didn't believe it when Mercedes said that you finally got some action, thought your ass was too tight - but you're a fucking stepdad?" The guy, sporting a beanie with a colored Mohawk and a group of teenage girls giggling behind him.

"It's not like that! Puck, please promise me you won't tell anyone. We're just here with his niece - my dad doesn't even know how old Blaine is... Please," Kurt begged as he skated over to the other boy, leaving Blaine to watch them from some few feet away. The other boy, Puck, stared at Blaine with a frown before he stared back to Kurt. He narrowed his eyes with pouty lips and cocked his chin.

"How old's he anyway?" He asked. Kurt bit his lower lip and sent Blaine a glance he could only interpret as apologetic before he turned back with scared eyes.

"He's... 32. Please don't tell anyone. Anyone! If Finn finds out hell tell my dad and everyone will know - and I don't know what'll happen to Blaine of it gets out," Kurt pleaded with shaky voice, so Blaine skated over to put an arm around him.

"32? Jesus, Hummel. You're freaking jailbait," Puck exclaimed with a shocked expression.

"Hey - watch your mouth!" Blaine snapped, unable to stop himself.

"It's okay, babe. Puck is cool with us. Right Puck?" Kurt's eyes were huge and waiting. Blaine knew that if he ever found himself by the end of that stare he would run the world around for Kurt, so he hoped it had the same effect on other people as well. He really couldn't see how it couldn't.

"Sure. You got yourself a deal. I'm proud of you, man. But if he ever hurts you he's gonna deal with me!" He snarked with a probably meant to be menacing glance in Blaine's direction. Such a big kid playing tough.

"Thank you!" Kurt smiled and relaxed in Blaine's grip around him.

"And his ass is tighter and way better than any cunt you've ever had," Blaine snarled at Puck as they turned to find Marilyn, Kurt scooting himself a little closer to Blaine on their way back.

"Uncle Blaine, Kurt! Will you see what I can do?" Marilyn squealed at them as she saw them approaching her. With no shame or fear at all they locked their fingers to watch the girl dance around for them with her girlfriends to a cheer from the older sisters. When the girls were done with their show Marilyn skated over to them and yawned heavily through an open mouthed grin.

"I'm cold. Can we go home soon?" She asked and let her head dump against Blaine's hip, so Blaine ran the fingers of his free hand through her hair and watched as she stared up at him with big, bright eyes.

"We can go home whenever you want, bunny -" Blaine promised and had to remind himself that usually she had a short nap over heavily active days like this, so he figured he had to get her to bed as soon as they were back home.

They got rid of their skates and walked back through the park to Blaine's apartment on the other side. Marilyn insisted on walking between them so she could hold both of their hands and neither Blaine or Kurt had any objections. Once they were back inside Marilyn fell flat on her back before even getting out of her coat and shoes. She was splayed out, arms and legs wide like a starfish and her eyes clear evidence that she was drifting to sleep. With that Blaine let her be until he was out of his own outerwear before he got on his knees to strip her off her coat and boots so he could pick her up and carry her to her room. He quickly got her lazily into her nightgown and tucked her in. When he left the small bedroom he surprisingly enough found Kurt in his bed, only in his underwear waiting for Blaine to join him.

"The wise say that we should use our bodies to keep ourselves and each other warm - I can live with that," Kurt mumbled into the comforter without even opening his eyes. It didn't matter, though, because Blaine had got rid off his own clothes down to his underwear in the matter of a minute and was in bed and pulling Kurt close to feel his skin against his own.

"Jesus, Kurt. You're freezing," Blaine noted as he felt Kurt's freezing skin against his own. He dragged the comforter closer around him and started stroking up and down Kurt's back as they slowly let themselves fall into a nap.

xXx

After dinner Marilyn talked them into playing Twister. That was; Kurt and Marilyn played Twister while Blaine spun the arrow and gave them directions – and watched Kurt's every move, each one more impossible than the other considering the tight jeans he was wearing.

Blaine couldn't remember when it was the last time he had laughed until it hurt, or stopped thinking about that email he needed to send or those pictures he had to pin to his report. He was completely in the moment and enjoying every second of being there and spending time with the two most important people in his life.

After playing they sat down on the plastic of colored dots and had cupcakes with tea. To both Kurt and Marilyn's surprise Blaine allowed himself two and naturally Marilyn couldn't see herself free from clasping a cake directly into his face. It had to be.

She told them about the promise her dads had given her, that when she turned 6 years old she could start singing and dancing lessons. "I wanna be like you and Kurt!" she said and Blaine had to bite his lower lip from the overwhelming affection the girl showed him.

His heart's throbs doubled for a moment and he promised her that he would do anything to help her as much as he could. Kurt leaned against him so Blaine could put an arm around him while Marilyn danced around for them while singing her own interpretations of songs she had heard on the radio.

Around nine they took the girl to bed – together this time. They kissed her and sung for her, Blaine completely stunned by Kurt's voice. It was beautiful and soft. When he stopped Blaine nearly told him not to, but restrained himself. They both kissed Marilyn and wished her a good night before heading slowly for their own bed.

"We're old," Kurt grinned as he pulled his t-shirt off and started folding it, his usual ritual.

"What?" Blaine croaked in confusion.

"It's only a little after nine on a Saturday night and we're on our way to bed," he explained and folded his arms around Blaine from behind so he could look at them together in the mirror where Blaine was brushing his teeth.

"We're not old. I'm not old! I'm going to bed because I wanna grope you, not because I'm tired or need my sleep or anything," Blaine grunted in response, but was secretly enjoying the view of their faces matching each other so perfectly.

"Alright. If you say so," Kurt smiled teasingly and kissed his cheek before he left the bathroom.

When Blaine crawled into bed he did it to lie directly on top of Kurt. He chuckled by the sound of Kurt's squeal from the surprise and nudged Kurt's collarbone with his nose like had been a dog or a cat demanding his owner's attention. He let his one hand slide under Kurt's pajama top, feeling his skin and warmth on his palm.

"What are you doing? Not while Marilyn is here, Blaine. What if she comes in like yesterday? That would be a disaster. I don't wanna scar the girl for life," Kurt tried to lecture him, but was way too caught up in writhing and dwelling in Blaine's touch to seem the slightest bit serious.

"I'm not planning on fucking you. Not until tomorrow when she's left, at least. But when I do it will be good," Blaine smiled and squeezed a hand on Kurt's ribs as he kissed his exposed neck.

"I just – wanna feel you. I'm used to not having to share you, remember? And 88% of the time I usually have you naked," he said with another smile and let his other hand under Kurt's shirt as well so he could slide both hands under his back to embrace him the best possible for the position. He relaxed his head in the crook of Kurt's neck and purred a little when Kurt responded by folding his arms around him.

"Mhm, see – this is nice," Blaine murmured against Kurt's skin.

"Yeah. You're really just a big toddler, right?" Kurt chuckled, making Blaine's torso vibrate as it was clasped down against Kurt's, but making him ease completely up when he started running his fingers through Blaine's curls.

"I thought you said that I'm old?"

"Ugh... I didn't mean it like that. You're not old, baby. Old men aren't cute and hot and sexy," Kurt assured him, playing a little with the locks at the nape of his neck. Blaine let himself vanish in his touch, let the caresses fill up his body and bloom in all of his cells. Kurt really made him feel like no one else ever had – was this what being safe felt like?

He didn't know how long he stayed in Kurt's arms, listening to the tender drum of his heartbeat and allowing the warmth from Kurt spread to his own body. When he finally moved Kurt was looking at him, observing him, with a soft smile and bright eyes.

"Are you really sure that you don't think that I'm old? Like, old-old," Blaine asked insecurely. It wasn't something that had bothered him, or something he had even considered before, but now that Kurt had mentioned it he wasn't sure if he would be able to take it if Kurt thought he was closing in on pension and hospices.

"You're stupid, you know that? Of course I don't think you're old – an old man wouldn't have been able to stay on the ice for as long as we did today, an old man wouldn't be able to obsess over the gym like you do, not to mention that our sex would be a lot more boring if you were old. And of course there's the fact that I would never fall in love with an old man," Kurt sighed and stroke a hand over Blaine's hair.

Blaine rose to all four above Kurt, surrounding him with his body, before leaning down to kiss him with a humming from Kurt, the vibrations running through their joined lips and down Blaine's spine.

He dumped down on the bed next to Kurt, his arm and leg automatically wrapping themselves around Kurt's body. Like the most natural thing in the world Kurt turned on his side to melt into Blaine, his face hidden against Blaine's chest.

xXx

The morning started out wildly with Marilyn running into the bedroom where she crawled into the foot of the bed and jumped a few times before dumping down between Kurt and Blaine. She snuck her way under the comforter and squealed in excitement when both guys put their arms around her and moved closer.

"You've got a lot of energy this early in the morning," Kurt groaned, but Blaine could hear that he was grinning.

After having simmered in the cozy warmth under the sheets they all got up and had breakfast together. It wasn't a sad event, but a sad tension was lurking under the surface of the atmosphere. They all knew that both Kurt and Marilyn had to go and pack their bags so Blaine could take them home.

"I was thinking... eh – my mom is having her annual birthday-dinner the 26th. Would you – you know, come with me? It's just gonna be some family having dinner and stuff. It's nothing big," Blaine said while he watched Kurt pack his clothes into his bag.

"Are you sure? Won't it just make trouble with your brother and his boyfriend?" Kurt asked and shot him a worried glance.

"Kurt, I really don't give a fuck about it. They wouldn't cause a scene, because they would never do anything to screw up a family party. Those things are sacred to them, because Cooper enjoys being 'the good brother', and I honestly don't care. If he can bring his boyfriend I should be able to bring mine. Sebastian's like five years younger than Cooper," Blaine argued.

He refused to let Kurt's age be something that restricted them from doing stuff together that other couples could easily do. Besides, it wasn't like his mom had seemed to have any problems about Kurt being younger than him.

"If you're sure then I would love to go with you," Kurt smiled and zipped his bag.

They drove Marilyn home first. Blaine took her inside while Kurt insisted on staying in the car after having hugged the girl goodbye and promised to see her as soon as he could. Cooper asked why he hadn't brought Kurt and Blaine's best response was "I don't think we should discuss that now", naturally making Cooper and Sebastian both look offended, but Blaine was only sad that he couldn't see their faces once Marilyn started telling them about all the fun she had been having with Kurt over the weekend.

Blaine parked the car a little from Kurt's house. He wasn't up for meeting Kurt's father so soon, he thought he would need some mental preparation for that – at least fifty years.

They hugged and kissed, and to Blaine's heartache Kurt turned horribly sad when he realized that he couldn't postpone their parting anymore. It only made it worse when Kurt said that he couldn't promise when they could see each other again, because he knew that his father would be setting all in to figure out more about their relationship and probably do his best to arrange it for him to meet Blaine.

But Kurt had to go, and Blaine watched him as he walked down the street towards his house with his bag over one shoulder and constantly turning his head to send Blaine brave smiles.

And when Blaine went to bed that night he couldn't stop twisting and turning, unable to fall asleep. It was like something was missing in this apartment where he had always thought he had everything.