"I have a surprise for you. You should get yourself dressed up. We're leaving in two hours,” Blaine smiled and was just about to nuzzle his nose into Kurt's neck, when Kurt jumped off the couch like he had been burned.

"Dressed up? In two hours? That's crazy!" He shrilled, but Blaine pulled him back down, making Kurt squeal and giggle as he landed flat on top of Blaine.

"Doll-face, you just need to fix your hair and change out of your pjs. You look amazing as you are," Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's nose as a smirk spread over the boy's face.

"Sounds like someone has some special wishes for later with all that sweet talk you've got going," Kurt chuckled and wiggled his ass in Blaine's hands.

"That was not what I meant! But now that you mention it I have a few ideas."

In the end they got off the couch and took turns showering. Kurt had no idea where they were going and Blaine wasn't telling him. He was happy to find that Kurt had simply given up on trying to get stuff like that out of him.

In great surprise they were both ready in good time and Blaine was happy to see Kurt in a midnight blue suit with sharp edges, red shirt and blue waist coat matching the suit. He looked nothing less than stunning.

After they checked out of the hotel where Cooper and Sebastian's wedding was held they had gone straight to Blaine's NY apartment. They were staying until Tuesday and now it was Monday evening. Blaine was holding Kurt's hand in the backseat of a car that had just picked them up, and he could feel that Kurt was getting more and more curious, so when the car stopped Blaine knew he was about to explode.

"At least it could've been a car with normal windows and not black ones so I could have seen New York on the way," Kurt sighed heavily.

"Would you shut the hell up and wait for the bitching until you know what's coming?" Blaine said and opened the door so he could pull Kurt out with him before Kurt could grasp what was going on.

To Blaine this was standard but he knew it had to be overwhelming for Kurt. They were on a long black carpet with people on one side, photographers and journalists on the other side - and the cream of fashion waiting for them at the end. It only took Kurt a second before he realized what was happening and Blaine could feel his excitement.

"Is this really what I think it is?" Kurt whispered as Blaine turned a little and sent a few smiles in the direction the people and paparazzis staring.

"If you think that this is the Mulberry summer collection fashion show you are correct. And I think it is time for the rest of the fashion world to meet my prince Kurt," Blaine chirped and grabbed Kurt's hand so he could lead him up the black carpet to join the party behind doors that would only open for the ones with invitations.

They stopped as a couple of people were posing and when Blaine saw someone he knew he squeezed Kurt's hand and led him in that direction. He hugged and kissed and complimented everyone in the group when he noticed that no eyes were on him.

"Oh yes! This is Kurt - Kurt, this Janet from Elle Magazine, Karyn who's the new face of Sephora and Jean who's a stylist," Blaine smiled and watched as Kurt shook hands with everybody, but quickly saw the stares they were giving him.

"Oh la la - Blaine never brings dates. So far he's declined all of my invitations. If I hadn't been on the ride myself I would be starting to guess that he might not be gay after all," Jean said with his French accent and pursed lips, eating Kurt with his eyes in a way that witnessed of the stylist's obvious inner battle of whether he wanted to fuck him (again) or kill him

"That's true. I've known Blaine for ages and he has never brought a date. If he doesn't come alone he comes with girls - and then picks up a guy during the night," Janet told and it pained Blaine that he couldn't read what she could be thinking about Kurt.

He was just about to come with a remark when Karyn grabbed him to come pose for the tabloids with her. Kurt watched with big eyes and a bright smile, but it really wasn't enough, so he pulled Kurt with him and made sure to have him as close as possible with a respectful hand at the lower of his back as he pressed their chests together.

"What are you doing? I can't -" Kurt started to panic.

"Of course you can. I am making us official. I am not a model or designer, but I do have my name in this business, and like they said; no one ever saw me with a date - tomorrow everyone will know that you are with me," Blaine explained under his breath while they continued to smile and shift for the blitzes flashing before their eyes.

"You're doing great. They love you. See that way they're whispering over there? That's a good sign," Blaine assured him. He tightened his grip on Kurt and brushed his thumb over his back to ease his breath before he turned his head to press a kiss to Kurt's mouth.

As soon as Blaine was sure the photographers had enough pictures he locked his fingers with Kurt's and steered them towards the doors. The second they were inside he started his usual trip around the guests to greet everyone and introduce Kurt to all the top dogs in fashion.

They had good seats and Blaine was thrilled to see how Kurt barely dared to blink during the show. He was absorbing every detail and clenching Blaine's hand bloodless. After the show Blaine made sure he and Kurt had champagne enough and was happy to find that Kurt easily fell into conversation with people. Not that he had doubted it - fashion was Kurt's turf, after all.

"A new model you've got there?" Jay, a couture photographer, asked when he found Blaine watching Kurt discussing the upcoming trend of tight body suits.

"Kurt? No, I don't think he's tall enough," Blaine said casually, but discretely smiled by the thought that Jay considered Kurt hot enough to be a model - he couldn't blame him, though. Blaine would happily put his beauty on display.

"I didn't mean for runway, but for art - but I'm taking that he's not a model. Maybe I should give him my card. Tell him to stop by the studio," Jay suggested, more like he was thinking out loud. Before Blaine could say anything Kurt was by their table and Jay was clearly measuring him out.

"Hi. I'm Jay. I do couture photography, but I have a little studio where I do more artistic pieces. Is that something you could be interested in?" Jay asked Kurt, taking him completely off guard as the man pushed his card over the table.

"No. He wouldn't. Don't say yes, Kurt -" Blaine exclaimed and tore the business card to pieces.

"What? Who are you to decide?" Jay huffed offended.

"Because I know what you do with your artistic models in your studio, and Kurt is not one of your brain dead holsters that you can just fuck and throw aside," he snapped determined.

"The way you always do with all the models, you mean? You're not any better yourself."

"This is my boyfriend, and you'll keep your filthy paws off him! If I hear that you've got close to him again I'll tell your wife about your love for pills and young boys. Not that she doesn't already know - but if she gets some proof it won't be much fun to be you in this business; or when you get a letter from her lawyer," Blaine hissed and put his arm around Kurt so he could lead him away.

"Please promise me you won't agree to anything with any of these bastards before I know who they are. Those bitches are animals," Blaine explained.

"Sure. Okay," Kurt agreed insecurely.

The rest of the night Blaine made sure to keep Kurt close. From there on he made a big deal out if introducing Kurt as his boyfriend, and kept an eye on everyone watching him. By the end of the night Kurt had a good bunch of offers of modeling - either for stylists or photographers. Blaine couldn't be prouder, nor could he be more on the watch.

Everyone in fashion wanted Kurt, but he wasn't sure what good it would be for Kurt to be in fashion.

xXx

The week after they had appeared at the fashion show Blaine's phone had been going crazy. Everyone wanted to know about Kurt - friends and colleagues, even a few journalists had contacted Karyn to ask about him since she had been in the first few pictures they had posed for.

Blaine kept refusing to tell them anything but "His name is Kurt and he's my boyfriend." Nothing more should be needed to know. There was no way he was going to deliver everything about Kurt on a silver platter. He had seen both photographers and designers and tabloids stare at him and he knew that if first they saw a chance they would pull Kurt into the industry and in Blaine's opinion he was not ready for that.

Kurt told that people from school had seen the pictures on fashion blogs and in fashion magazines. Everyone had been impressed and Kurt seemed to be gloating in the attention.

As long as it doesn't get him beat up it should be good, Blaine thought, appreciating that at least Kurt hadn't had any bruises for a long time.

The following weeks after went by uneventful. Sebastian and Cooper were on their honeymoon in Italy and the mistake between Blaine and Sebastian before the wedding didn't come up again, so Blaine figured that it had all been nerves and insecurities and that it was over now.

Marilyn stayed for a week with Blaine's mom and for a week with Sebastian's parents while they were gone. Blaine took her out a few times and had her stay over for a few nights before they returned. He was preparing summer fashion at work and Kurt was swamped by tests and glee club rehearsals in school.

On a completely different note, though, Kurt had been reporting back whenever he had been having a conversation with his guidance counselor, the lemur lady.

The first talk had been a week after they came home from the wedding. It was a Wednesday night and Blaine had promised to pick Kurt up so they could have dinner at Blaine's place before watching a movie.

However, an hour before Blaine was supposed to pick him up there was a knock on the door to his apartment and when he opened the door Kurt took a step forward and thumped his face against Blaine's shoulder.

"Hey. What's going on? I thought I should pick you up at four," Blaine said confused.

Kurt expressed an animalistic growl into Blaine's shirt and walked with heavy steps to the living room. He went directly to fall face forward down on the couch. He stayed like that for a moment before he grasped a pillow and clenched it to his chest as he curled up around it.

"What happened? Talk to me, babe," Blaine said worried and rushed to snap his laptop closed even though he had been in the middle of a job related video-call.

He hurried over to sit on the couch where he made Kurt lay his head in Blaine's lap. He stroked his fingers through Kurt's hair and watched him. He was clearly struggling for words and Blaine just wanted him to say something - anything.

"I had my first talk with Miss Pillsbury today. It was terrible. She is so nice but she kept talking as if I was ten years old and you were, like, sixty. She talked about how it might seem good and exciting for us now, but when I get older it won't be as good - but that's not true!" Kurt blabbered out.

Before Blaine could do anything Kurt was sitting up, facing him. He was on his knees on the couch and he was clutching the pillow to his stomach with one hand while using the other for lively gesturing as he talked.

"And then she talked to me like you were some old creep who forced me into this. Like - like you were just some old, nasty guy who picks young boys up at bars," Kurt huffed out with shock painted all over his face.

"Well, I was... that is how we met. I saw you at a bar and harassed you into going home with me," Blaine point out with a grin.

Kurt's head fell forwards and his entire body vibrated with laughter. He fell forwards and let his forehead rest against Blaine's shoulder as he continued to laugh.

"That's not what I mean! She's just... and then she asked me if we had sex and it was so awkward because lord knows she never got anything herself, and she kept telling me to not let you push me into anything, but I want you to push me into things because its always so good," Kurt continued to explain.

"Listen, it sucks, but you just have to stand through this until they feel like it's fine. So we won't get any problems. And you don't have to tell her anything you don't feel like. If you wanna tell her about when we cuddle up and make out then it's fine," Blaine smiled and leaned closer and let his voice drop.

"If you wanna tell her about how my dick looks in your mouth or feels in your pussy... then I am all fine with that as well," he smirked and let a hand run up Kurt's thigh where he stopped by Kurt's hip and started massaging his thumb over Kurt's vagina.

For a moment Kurt moaned and let himself relax and enjoy the friction but when he remembered what they were talking about he quickly snapped out of it.

"Don't distract me with your magic fingers! It's just horrible. There are kids in that school who are clueless to what they are doing with themselves and their lives and their bodies - but still they find it necessary for me to go into counseling because I am the only one in that place with a mature boyfriend and a healthy sex life!" Kurt whined.

Blaine retracted his hand and sighed heavily. He cupped Kurt's face, kissed his forehead and stared into his eyes, his thumb caressing his cheekbone.

"That is exactly the point! You are so mature and strong and you are keeping it up so well. Just put up with their crap. You know what we have and you can just roll your eyes at them because it doesn't matter what they think," Blaine said and was happy to be met by a smile spreading on Kurt's face.

"You're right. It just feels like such a waste of time," Kurt sighed and turned his head a little in Blaine's hands so he could press a kiss to his wrist.

"There uhm - there's something I haven't told you. I wasn't sure what to make of it," Kurt said insecurely and Blaine immediately felt his insides tie up. This didn't seem good.

"What?" He asked and let his hands drop to Kurt's knees in front of him.

"It was - this girl from glee club told me that she heard our glee club teacher talk to Miss Pillsbury about you. He called you a sexual predator," Kurt said and let his eyes flicker away from Blaine's face.

"What? When did this happen?" Blaine asked in shock.

This was not good. This was definitely not good. If Kurt's teacher was talking about him like that he could never know what he was telling the other teachers and stuff like that spread like a wildfire.

"She told me shortly before your brother's wedding. But nothing's happened," Kurt hurried to say with uncertainty filling his face and eyes.

"What? Why the fuck haven't you said anything? Kurt, this is important for me to know! What were you thinking? What if someone wrong had heard and people had come to me in my office? I wouldn't know what it was about, then!" Blaine thundered and got off the couch, pacing the floor in front of the TV.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't consider it to be a big deal. No one has said anything to me," Kurt said apologetically.

"Dammit, Kurt. You can't keep things like that from me. I have to be prepared if people start asking me stuff!" Blaine growled, horrible images of being picked up by the police in his office flying around his brain, followed by images of himself in a witness stand looking down on Kurt being referred to as 'the victim'.

What was he supposed to do about it? He couldn't have people walking around calling him stuff like that. Especially not in Kurt's school. It was a miracle the media hadn't snatched it up yet and blown it out on newspaper fronts. Lima was a small town and news of an adult sleeping with a teenager would make media and lawyers horny for work, while the housewives would be tripping over themselves to get with the gossip first.

"I'm sorry I just didn't know what to say. I know you're not like that," Kurt said apologetically, close to a whimper as he had shrunken on the couch and looked very hurt and scared, so Blaine forced himself to calm down and hurry around the coffee table to pull Kurt into his arms.

"I know. I know. It's not your fault. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm just scared of what will happen. I don't wanna lose you, Doll-face," Blaine said and stroked a hand up Kurt's back.

"I don't wanna lose you either. And you won't," Kurt mumbled and tightened his arms around Blaine.

"But - I don't think Mr. Schue will do anything. I just think he's worried about me. But he knows I won't let myself be fooled into something. Relax," Kurt cooed and pecked Blaine's mouth before running his fingers through his hair.

"You're no 16 year old. You're older than I am with that attitude," Blaine teased and bit down on Kurt's lower lip before standing up.

Kurt followed him to his feet and they headed for the kitchen. Blaine knew how much Kurt loved to watch him cook so he always made a big fuss of it whenever Kurt was there.

"That can't be much older considering it's your birthday next week," Kurt teased as he jumped to sit on the kitchen table, spreading his legs with palms teasingly sliding down his inner thighs.

"Oh no no. I am not doing anything birthday shit. My mom has a birthday dinner Saturday and you're coming with me. But on my birthday I am not seeing anyone so you can drop any plans of rubbing it in my face," Blaine declared.

If there was anything in this world he hated it definitely was his birthday. It had never been a success and he was not planning on celebrating the fact that he was growing older, steadily closing in on fifty, which would lead him to a hundred.

"Are you serious? I can't celebrate your birthday with you?" Kurt asked, his hands dropping disappointed to the counter and his eyes huge in surprise.

"No. Because there is not a fucking thing to celebrate. And I'm not discussing it. And you can say no to that stupid dinner if you want. I don't want to go myself," Blaine exclaimed and started rummaging around the fridge.

"No. I'll go. I wanna celebrate that you were born. It was a luck for me," Kurt said, clearly bummed out.

The rest of the evening they didn't touch the subject of Blaine's birthday anymore and Kurt slowly eased back up. They had sex while dinner was getting done and then they ate. After that they cleaned he table and watched a movie before Kurt sucked Blaine off, making him rip off Kurt pants so he could fuck him on the edge of the bed. Then Blaine drove Kurt home and called him to say goodnight.

xXx

Kurt looked stunning when Blaine picked him up. He always did, but today he had a different glow. The moment he got inside Blaine's car Kurt threw his arms around his neck. Blaine knew that he was trying to make up for their lack of contact on his birthday but he honestly didn't care because he hated his birthday with a burning passion and all he wanted to do on this horrific day of his was to bury himself in work at the office, go home and eat sad food before going to bed early or maybe go to a bar and get wasted. He definitely wasn't planning on seeing anyone, and it didn't exactly help that his boyfriend was only half his age.

It was only a matter of time before he would need Viagra to please Kurt and help to get up the stairs.

Nonetheless he always agreed to attend the annual birthday dinner his mom threw for him. He could never see a valid reason to not make her happy, and lately it seemed like all family events gave Kurt more attention than him, so if he could get along with drinking his brains out while everyone chatted with Kurt he would be fine with that.

All the way in the car Kurt filled him in on things from school. He had heard nothing from his teacher concerning his rough wording about Blaine, and it seemed to Blaine like Kurt was taking it pretty casually. He rambled on about stuff that was completely insignificant and Blaine had to admit that he wasn't paying much attention to anything but the sound of Kurt's voice and the way he looked. It didn't seem like Kurt minded though since Blaine did his best to nod and grump and comment at the right times.

When Blaine parked the car in his mom's driveway Kurt flung himself against Blaine, pressing kiss as deep as he could to Blaine's lips, his tongue in his mouth and Blaine was sure that he was doing his best to put all of his passion into the kiss so he could share it with Blaine before his birthday.

"I love you so much, Doll-face," Blaine smiled as he finally backed away.

He loved it when he could do tiny things to make Kurt's cheeks blush like they didn't know. That little spread of pink in his cream colored skin was adorable in Blaine's eyes.

"I love you, too -" Kurt smiled and suddenly seemed so innocent and untouched.

After exchanging a few loving kisses and light, caring touches they got themselves together and headed for the house with Blaine holding the door open for Kurt and their hands locked.

Kurt hugged everyone, even those Blaine stuck to shake hands with - but neither Cooper nor Sebastian received a hug, despite how good things had been between Kurt and Sebastian. Blaine saw Kurt sent Sebastian a raised eyebrow accompanied by pursed lip and a mean glare before Kurt turned on his heel to chat with Blaine's mom.

As soon as the living room was buzzing with the entire party doing their formal chitchatting Sebastian grabbed Blaine's elbow and forced him to the hall with him. To his terror he just made it to see Kurt follow them with his eyes.

"What the fuck was that about?" Sebastian hissed, and Blaine managed to twist his arm out of his grip.

"What the fuck was what? What fuck do you think you're doing?" He retorted through gritted teeth and wondered if his elbow would be too sore to wank tonight.

"You told him! You told Kurt what happened!" Sebastian burst out in a frustrated voice.

"Of course I told him! I couldn't lie to him. How the hell was I supposed to look him the eyes after that little stunt of yours?" Blaine retorted. It definitely was tricky to argue when no one in the next room was supposed to hear.

"I didn't tell Cooper. I could never tell him," Sebastian argued, as if that settled it and proved that his decision of telling Kurt was a bad idea.

"That's the difference between you and me: I actually love my partner and I don't want to be with anyone but him," Blaine snapped, sick of this and surprised of himself that he hadn't foreseen this from a dinner where his entire family would be present.

"What is going on here?"

Out of nowhere Kurt had popped up in the hall and was watching them with hawk-eyes and arms crossed over his chest, staring from Blaine to Sebastian and back again. Blaine's heart was racing as if Kurt had just caught them in the act.

"Nothing. I was just about to come back," Blaine assured him and took a step towards Kurt. To make his heart drop, Kurt didn't do much but glare at him before he determinedly stared back to Sebastian.

"I know what happened. And it's not happening again, so spare yourself. If it hadn't been for Marilyn I would have spread the news like a spray tan on Jersey Shore by now. It's so damn obvious that you're only with Cooper because Blaine didn't want you," Kurt hissed and cocked his chin.

"Kurt - that's not how it is. Please don't say anything to anyone. I don't want Marilyn to grow up in a broken home," Sebastian said, pleading.

"Luckily for you I don't wanna see that either," Kurt declared.

Blaine was just starting to think it was over and they could return to the party as if nothing had happened, but boy was he mistaken.

"It was Blaine, wasn't it?" Kurt suddenly asked, and to Blaine's relief Sebastian looked just as confused as Blaine felt from the question.

"Don't pretend you don't know. It was because of Blaine you tried taking your own life, right? Because he didn't wanna date you," Kurt explained, his voice as neutral as it could be, not really helping considering Blaine had no idea how to react to this.

"What? What are you talking about?" Blaine burst out.

"How do you know about that? That's.... private!" Sebastian stammered, clearly nervous.

"Sebastian - you didn't... that's not true is it? You didn't do that over me, did you?" Blaine asked, almost forgetting they had been in the middle of a fight.

"Not even Cooper knows about that. Blaine - I was... it was right before I met Cooper and I was so down, and I missed you but you had just told me to... I was really young," Sebastian rushed out and Blaine stomach curled up.

"That's fucking ridiculous," Blaine said dryly and turned to walk away.

"Get over him. For your own good. If not for anyone else then for your daughter. Cooper is not Blaine but he is the father of your child. Appreciate what you have and make your marriage work. Blaine will never be yours," Kurt said and followed Blaine to grab his hand so they could walk to the living room together.

It didn't take long before Sebastian reappeared with a deep kiss to Cooper's mouth. In response Cooper smiled and wrapped his arms around him and Sebastian let himself melt into his husband's embrace. He rested his head against his chest and sent a vague smile in Blaine and Kurt's direction.

"You do know it won't happen again, right?" Blaine asked when he finally had a second where no one was over him and Kurt.

"I know. I'm just not sure Sebastian knows," Kurt sighed heavily, but accepted a wet kiss to his cheek.

"He'll be fine. He just needs time to adjust to married life," Blaine assured Kurt and started kissing him behind his ear, earning a little giggle.

"Have I told you that you look stunning? And you taste so good," Blaine mumbled as he continued his kisses, but unfortunately was interrupted by his mom declaring that dinner was ready.

They all settled at the table, Marilyn insisting on sitting with Blaine so he could pretend she was a princess and he could be her prince. It was amazingly easy to get through the the first courses. The chats were the usual: politics, the lives of the different people present and what current events were happening around the world - not to mention a good bunch of gossip of the different social circles people came in.

Everything went smooth - until dessert. But of course something had to happen.

"So - Blainey... did you ever get around to tell mom about Kurt?" Cooper said out of nowhere.

"About what? She's met him. He's practically sitting next to her," Blaine groaned annoyed and bopped his head in Kurt's direction.

"I mean - about his age."

Everyone went dead silent. All eyes turned to Blaine, Kurt and then back to Blaine. The scurrying of cutlery over plates had silenced and Blaine was pretty sure people had stopped breathing.

"Kurt - how old are you?" Blaine's mom suddenly asked.

"Mom, really? Come on... you can't just -"

"Blaine, shut up!" She snapped at him and directed her attention back to Kurt.

"Kurt, I asked you - how old are you?" She repeated.

Kurt looked anxiously around on people staring a him, then shooting Blaine a panicking look, begging him to save him, but in the end Blaine figured there was nothing left to do, so he squeezed Kurt's thigh under the table and sent him a nod.

"I ehm... I'm - 16," Kurt stammered out, obviously embarrassed.

Whether it was the situation, his actual age, that he was being caught in a lie or what it was that made him so embarrassed Blaine didn't know, but his confession was followed by an even thicker silence – followed by a shocked mumbling.

"Blaine - you can't be serious," his mom said, white as a sheet.

"And you've finally hit rock bottom. It was only a matter of time," Blaine's uncle said, and Blaine could see from the corner of his eye that Kurt was shrinking in his seat.

"That was not okay," Sebastian hissed at Cooper and got to his feet so he could storm out of the room.

"Don't you wanna settle down like your brother? Get married and have kids? You can't do that if you have to wait for him to get out grade school first!" A snarky aunt commented and all flames of hell fueled up inside of Blaine.

"Would all of you just mind your own fucking business? Kurt is not in grade school! And I don't give a shit about kids and marriage. Kurt and I have only been together for some months and I couldn't care less about his age - which appealed to you fine before my idiot brother couldn't keep his stupid mouth shut. Now back off," Blaine grunted to the entire gathering.

"Blaine, that is illegal. In a week you'll be 33 for Christ sake. He's just a child. It's pedophilia!" His mom cringed and looked like she couldn't decide whether she was mostly headed for explosion or tears.

"It is not pedophilia. Neither of you had a problem with us being together when you thought he was 19 - that's three fucking years," Blaine argued, anger boiling inside of him.

"That was because then he wasn't a minor. The least you could do would be to find someone who isn't in school anymore. Someone who isn't on a curfew and can drink legally," his mom continued.

"He's not on a - you know what, I don't have to answer to you and neither does Kurt. His dad is being supportive and I honestly thought you would be too," Blaine growled and threw his napkin at the table before he stood up and grabbed Kurt's hand.

"And I don't wanna see you again," Blaine snarled in Cooper's direction where he had been smirking arrogantly during the entire scene.

Blaine stormed out of the dining room, Kurt right at his heel. To his relief he found Sebastian sitting on the mural at the front yard smoking a cigarette.

"I thought you quit," Blaine snapped at him.

Sebastian shot him a vicious glance and blew out a cloud of smoke.

"I did. When we had Marilyn. But how the hell do you expect me to get through that without a cigarette?"

"Look, I don't give a flying fuck about you and Cooper's problems. But I am not putting up with that shit. So now I'm begging you - please don't take Marilyn away from me. Please don't say I can't see her, that's really all I would ever ask from you. That girl is my everything," Blaine pleaded, feeling pathetic but he didn't have a single care because the thought of never seeing his niece again was one of the most painful things he could ever consider.

"Blaine - of course I would never keep her from you. I could never so that. Not to you, but definitely not to her. You're the sun in her universe," Sebastian assured him, and Blaine could feel relief wash over him like a tidal wave.

"Good. Cool - thanks," Blaine muttered and walked towards his car, starting to worry considering Kurt hadn't said a word since hell broke loose and turned dinner into apocalyptic mayhem.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he put the key in the ignition, impatient to get away.

"I'm fine," Kurt muttered and looked down his lap where his hands were neatly placed.

"Don't listen to them. They can just shut the hell up," Blaine said softly and stroked Kurt's thigh. He didn't like the look on his face, the expression that always filled him when he felt like everything was his fault.

"Can we just leave?" Kurt sighed and took a deep breath before returning his attention to the window.

They drove back to Blaine's place where they watched TV. The moment Blaine hit the couch Kurt curled up to lie on him and it didn't take long before he fell asleep with Blaine stroking his fingers up and down Kurt's back.

Blaine himself woke up in the middle of the night with Kurt still safely snoring on top if him and the TV showing some 70's movie. For a moment he considering just turning off the TV and go back to sleep so he wouldn't have to wake up Kurt, but when he noticed how cold Kurt's arms were he decided he would need to do it, so he kissed his hair and hoped for the best.

Somehow he managed to wake up Kurt without it being too brutally and still have their limbs untangled from each other free of injuries. Kurt was sleepy and clingy, keeping his arms wrapped around Blaine's waist and his head on Blaine's shoulder all the way to the bedroom. The second they were in bed Kurt melted back into Blaine's embrace like he tried becoming a part of Blaine's body.

"I love you, Blaine -" Kurt mumbled against his jaw, with a handful of Blaine's shirt tightly hugged between his fingers.

"I know, Doll-face. I know," Blaine whispered back and kissed his forehead, hoping that they would be able to go back to sleep.

It was in times like these Blaine wondered how he had ever doubted that being with Kurt could be right for him. It was in times like these he was sure that being with Kurt was the only right thing for him. He didn't want marriage or kids or a house in Hampton like so many other in his circles did when they 'settled down', but as for now he didn't want to be anywhere but where he was: in bed with the sexiest guy in the world, still dressed, but that was just an unimportant detail. He really loved Kurt as much with clothes on as he did without clothes.

xXx

The week after his birthday dinner at his mom's house was exhausting. He was negotiating big things at work, juggling with new contracts on the side of being consultant for a stylist who was looking to give her client a full makeover.

He was happy that he had a two hour break to go meet Sebastian at the park where he had taken Marilyn for the playground. Blaine brought her an adorable pair of shiny shoes making Sebastian yet again ask him to stop bringing her such expensive gifts. He told that he had started therapy, but Cooper didn't know about it. He just needed someone to help him untangle the mess of threads that were supposed to be his life. Whenever Blaine looked at him he couldn't help remembering what Kurt had said, what Sebastian had admitted, and Blaine knew that if he had heard about it a year ago he couldn't have cared less. It hit him how much meeting Kurt had changed his life and changed him. Right now Blaine felt sick to his stomach that he had driven Sebastian so far out.

Kurt was busy preparing for his glee club's ending competition. It was at the end of May and Blaine knew that Kurt and his choir put all of their time and efforts into perfecting their performance. Needless to say, Blaine was planning on being there to cheer for Kurt in his big moment.

Blaine was happy to hear that Kurt's talks with his counselor had turned in to conversations of their activities when fully dressed. He knew Kurt didn't feel like discussing their sexlife with others, so Blaine did his best to make sure that Kurt had other things to report to his counselor about their relationship.

However, it was now late Friday evening. Blaine had just come home from work where he had been working closely with Kate. They had been working nonstop for twelve hours only interrupted by the sushi guy dropping off their food.

Needless to say he had done a pretty good job distancing himself and he was now ready to go strip all of his clothes off so he could eat the chocolate cake he had picked up on the way home while watching bad sitcoms on the couch, wearing nothing but his underwear. He was ready to float around in self-pity because he was already old, but now he was even older according to his calendar.

The apartment was cold and dark when he entered and he didn't even bother turning on the light in the hall. He went directly to the kitchen to find a knife for the cake before he headed for the bedroom, tie and shirt already starting to come off. For once he was actually glad that he had asked Kurt not to come so he could have some time to himself. There was just one problem...

His bed wasn't empty.