On the trip home to Ohio there wasn't much contact. Kurt didn't say much but Blaine had decided to stay quiet as well, giving Kurt the space he seemed like he needed. He knew that it couldn't be easy for Kurt to go back, so her let him stick to stare out the window and Blaine settled for pondering about what to do next.

He had taken the next week off work. The next day Kurt's parents and Blaine's lawyer would come to Blaine's apartment so they could discuss the situation face-to-face and make a decision together based on what Blaine's lawyer had come up with.

Kurt had called his dad in the morning and refused to go home until they knew more. At first Kurt's dad had been against it, but after a little back and forth between them Kurt's dad had asked to speak to Blaine.

"You take care of my son. I don't approve of this, but I can't force him to come back home if he will only feel scared and miserable here. This isn't a permanent solution. It's only until we know what to do next," Burt had said and Blaine had been appreciative.

So when they were in the car they drove directly to Blaine's apartment. When they were home it was late afternoon. Blaine went out to stock up the kitchen, understanding when Kurt said that he didn't want to go with him.

When Blaine returned home he started to cooked them a light meal while Kurt was seated on the couch. He wasn't doing anything but staring out the window on the rooftops of Lima, so Blaine have him a glass of wine and kissed his temple before returning to the kitchen.

"Can I help you?" Kurt asked. He had appeared in the door to the kitchen, looking careful and uncertain.

"It's okay. You don't have to. I've got this," Blaine assured him softly.

"I know. But I want to. I need something to take my mind off things," Kurt explained with a sigh as he entered the kitchen, glass empty and eyes occupied.

"Alright. Come here then," Blaine accepted and grabbed Kurt's hand.

He pulled him close to nuzzle his nose into Kurt's face and press a peck to his cheek before guiding him through the different tasks of what he was cooking.

The kitchen filled with silence, vegetables being chopped and the buzz from the cooking hood. Every now and then Blaine would smooth his body close behind Kurt's, sliding his hands over Kurt's arms or his back, doing his best to give Kurt some closeness and every time it felt like Kurt loosened up.

After dinner Kurt insisted that he cleaned up while Blaine took a moment off, and it was one of those times where Blaine knew that arguing would be absolutely purposeless. So he withdrew to the living room where he went through his mail and checked up on important messages. When Kurt joined him he curled up in the couch to watch Blaine.

It didn't take long for Blaine to get done as soon as he saw that Kurt was waiting for him. He grabbed an envelope from the coffee table and moved to Kurt's end of the couch.

"This is yours," Blaine said and handed Kurt the envelope.

"What is this?" Kurt asked confused, eyes narrowing as he looked on the white paper in his hand. It held his name, but Blaine's address.

"It's the card for your savings-account," Blaine said casually as he brushed a hand over Kurt's shin.

"I don't want your money, Blaine," Kurt sighed and tried to give it back, but Blaine wouldn't have it.

"It's not. It's your money. For your future. So you're secured with or without me," he shrugged and rested his head on Kurt's knee, looking up at him.

"Blaine, I can't take this. I can't pay you back," Kurt sighed, shoving the envelope under Blaine's thigh on the couch.

"I don't want you to pay me back. But we're gonna be together always, so it's only a hypothetical issue. It's like when people get a prenup before getting married," Blaine pointed out and put the envelope back on the coffee table.

"But we're not getting married. And I don't want a prenup. Even if we were getting married I would gladly sign that I would never want a dime from you. But you don't want marriage, so it doesn't matter. We're not getting married, we're not getting a prenup, and we're never breaking up. So let's cut up that card and pretend it never happened," Kurt said and ran his fingers through Blaine's hair.

Blaine considered that for a moment. Kurt did have a point. But he would rather be on the safe side of things even if it was only hypothetical and the situation would never occur anyway. Better safe than sorry when it regarded Kurt's security.

"How about this: I'm gonna give this to your dad tomorrow. He'll keep it safe and if anything should ever happen you will still have it as a last resort. Think of it as if I had written you into my will and this was what you would inherit when I die," Blaine tried.

"Don't say that…" Kurt said softly, his eyes looking pained.

"But I'm gonna do it. Put you into my will. You and Marilyn will get everything when I finally crack," Blaine shrugged.

It wasn't something he had thought about before. Marilyn had been signed to get everything since she was born and Blaine had fallen in love with her. He knew that he would never have kids, and he wasn't going to get involved with anyone, so he might as well leave everything to the one he loved more than anything. But now the tables had turned, and his love had been split.

"Don't you dare. If you die, I die. That's how it works," Kurt declared firmly, sounding like he had planned this for a long time.

"Maybe we should find a less morbid way to spend our night. Just a suggestion, you know," Blaine said, scrunching his nose.

xXx

Everyone were sitting around the table; coffee in the mugs and dead serious expressions on their faces. Kurt was sitting as close to Blaine as he could without being inappropriate for the nature of the gathering.

"Internal Affairs have been on the case, and it hasn't been a malfunction with the police," Blaine's lawyer, Mr. Macy, told.

Everyone stayed quiet. Even Blaine didn't have plans on speaking up before he was invited to say something. This meeting would be deciding Kurt's future and he didn't want to step so much as one inch to the side.

"What happened takes root at the doctor's office," Mr. Macy explained, and Blaine was grateful for his use of doctor instead of gynecologist.

With that statement everyone turned confused. Kurt's parents looked at each other before to Kurt and Blaine, then they looked back to the lawyer.

Blaine, however, didn't look away from the spot on the table he had been focusing on since the meeting started. Next to him Kurt was clenching his hand hard, so Blaine let his free hand up to close softly around Kurt's that was folded in his own, silently trying to tell Kurt that things would be okay.

"Apparently the doctor is the mother of a boy who goes to Kurt's school. The boy works in his mother's office for allowance and accidentally came across the file. The doctor had been working on the report and went out to get lunch while her son was sorting out her cabinets. He recognized the name and emailed the electronic file to himself to print everything out later. His mother never knew a thing," the lawyer told.

Next to him Blaine could feel that Kurt was clenching his thighs together. He was looking away from everyone, probably trying to hide the inevitable tears in his eyes.

"Then what do we do now? What will be the best thing to do for my son?" Kurt's dad asked, his voice thick and harsh.

Mr. Macy cleared his throat and turned his coffee cup around on the table in front of him. He had an iPad with him and a yellow pad with notes Blaine recognized from other times he had been having meetings with his lawyer.

"My intial advice would be to let it go…" The man in the suit started saying, but Kurt's dad lost his temper.

"So you want me to just sit back and watch while some ignorant kid is ruining my son's life?" He growled, making Kurt shift nervously in his seat.

"Sir, I understand that this is very upsetting for you, but please let me finish," Blaine's lawyer said, not so much as raising an eyebrow from the reaction.

"As I was about to say: my advice would be to leave it be. Then the situation may never be forgotten, but in time with other news coming up it will be pushed away. Just like any other small town scandal. The alternative is that we build a case, suing the boy for emotional damage and suing the doctor's office for breaking doctor-patient confidence. But the process is long and slow. Getting a hearing can take weeks. If the judge declares it for trial, and I don't see any reason not to, the trial will be dreadful. It will be very ugly; every detail of your lives will be twisted and turned. Scrutinized to pick it apart. Especially Kurt's relationship to mr. Anderson will be a big issue. It is not illegal, but Kurt and mr. Anderson will have to answer for every tiny part of their relationship. Their sex life will be painted vividly out in front of the entire court room," he explained.

Blaine saw Kurt's dad wince by the thought. When the lawyer mentioned their sex life Blaine thought Kurt's dad was about to either be sick or rip out Blaine's throat. Nonetheless, he kept silent, holding his wife's hand.

"We can argue for the trial to be closed, so only the involved parties will have access to the court room. But if the media hears about this, and they will, I can assure you that they will be waiting on every street corner. After one day it will be plastered all over the news and papers. If some people don't already know they will definitely know after a few days trial," Mr. Macy explained.

Blaine was well aware of all of that. He had considered every option. He also knew that if the media ever found out there were only three kinds of people Kurt would meet in the world: the sympathizers - people feeling sorry for him and wanting to protect him. The ignorantly - people telling him to stop whining and move on. And finally the bullies - the people calling him a freak, telling him that he wasn't a man and that he would be better off locked up.

Not to mention the emotional hassle he would put through in an actual trial. He would have to sit through people talking about, and asking intruding questions into, the one thing he had been trying to hide his entire life. He would have to witness an authority figure defending the person who did this to him.

"I think I need a moment to digest all of this," Kurt's dad said, his step-mother nodding in agreement next to him.

Blaine pushed a bottle of water towards Kurt. He hadn't seem him eat or drink all day, so he was starting to worry. Yet, Kurt didn't take the bottle. He shot a glance from the corner of his eye, but returned his gaze to where his hand was locked with Blaine's.

"Doll-face, will you please drink something? The temperature is tropical. You'll get sick if you don't," Blaine tried, rubbing a hand down Kurt's back.

Kurt didn't say anything, he just shook his head lightly. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek and stared into the table.

"Kurt… what do you wanna do? In the end this all comes down to you. I'm not gonna take action without you having agreed to it," Kurt's dad declared firmly, eyes locked on his son.

"Please don't sue the doctor. It's not her fault that her son is a jerk. She was so nice and discrete with me. She even came in outside of her usual office hours for me," Kurt peeped out carefully.

All eyes went to Kurt when he finally spoke. He hadn't said a word during the entire meeting. Actually, Blaine wasn't sure he had said anything all day. When he woke up Kurt was still asleep so he had kissed his forehead and taken a shower. Throughout the day they had been doing their separate things until the others arrived.

"Are you sure, Kurt? She raised this guy to be a bully. She didn't lock up her files when she left her office," Blaine said, shocked that Kurt could simply forget those important factors.

"Blaine, parents can't be held responsible for all of their child's actions. And it's not her fault that her son chose to be a bully. Her only crime is to trusting her son to not be a bad person. Does that make her a bad person?" Kurt sighed, looking like he wanted to roll his eyes at Blaine's logic.

"If I sue him it will hurt her too. It will automatically be on her, because he's a minor. It will hurt her business, she could end up having to close down her practice. This could ruin an entire family," Kurt said, for the first time looking Blaine directly in the eyes.

"But, baby, what about your life? Why won't you let that count for anything?" Blaine asked in a pained tone, brushing his hand lightly over Kurt's cheek before he remembered that they weren't alone and let his hand back to the table.

"I don't… I am just so tired. So damn tired. I can't think of this anymore. It's eating me up, and it's eating you up…"

"Don't worry about me. That isn't important. I just want to see someone pay for what they've done to you," Blaine said, clenching his jaw.

"But I don't want anyone to pay. I don't want money or people humiliated. The only one who's going to be humiliated in this will be me," Kurt said firmly.

He let go off Blaine's hand and let both of his disappear under the table. He curled in on himself and was back to being a scared little boy.

"There is also another option. But if that doesn't go well we can still end up in court. And with a case like this I think that it is very likely that we'll go there anyway if you choose to go through the law." This time it seemed like the lawyer was addressing Kurt rather than the entire party.

"I can contact the boy's lawyer and suggest that we meet to work out a discrete settlement. However, that way a judge won't get involved and again this will only be about money. If we take it to a courtroom the judge will be able to do more than give him a fine - he can get a punishment. Community service, or time in a facility where he will learn how to treat people, or therapy. That wouldn't hurt his parents, that wouldn't be about money. That would be something he would actually feel. And it would go on his record. Then you're sure he, or any of the other bullies in your school, won't ever bother you again," mr. Macy told Kurt, speaking to him more like a support than an authority figure talking to a kid.

"They won't anyway. I'm moving to New York with Blaine over the summer," Kurt said.

It was like all air was sucked out of the room. This wasn't how Blaine had wanted to discuss the matter with Kurt's dad. Everyone's eyes were drifting between Kurt and Blaine, shock taking over their faces. Kurt's dad looked like he was about to blow up.

"You what?" He burst out, clenching his fists and jaw.

"I'm sorry, dad. I was gonna talk to you after this meeting. But… Blaine suggested that to get me away from - this - he would move to New York and take me with him. So I can start over in a place where no one knows me, or anything about me. He's thought about everything. I told him I had to think about it… and I did. I wanna go with him," Kurt explained. He seemed very scared to tell the story to his dad, but very secure in his decision.

Blaine's heart was pounding and his face glowing even though he was trying strongly to keep his thrill hidden until he would be able to celebrate properly with Kurt alone.

"Kurt, you are sixteen! I can't let you run off to live with some guy in a different state!"

"He's not just some guy, dad. It's Blaine!" Kurt argued emptily, but his voice had turned shrill.

"No. No. Absolutely not. And you! You've put these ideas into my son's head and now I have to pick it down again," Burt snarled, index finger pointing at Blaine and anger painted on his face.

"Sir, I can assure that this was definitely not the way I had planned to put this out for you. It is actually much more reasonable than this," Blaine tried, hoping to save a bit of the shattered pieces on the floor but knowing it was a completely impossible quest.

"I think we should get back to why we are here so we won't take up anymore of the mr. Macy's time. We can let this sink in and discuss it later," Carole suggested.

Kurt's dad's eyes had turned small and lightning. He was looking at Blaine like he was prepared to snap his neck at first given opportunity. However, he slowly let his gaze back to his wife where his features softened up.

"Based on what you've said, Kurt, my advice now would be to go for a closed trial. To get closure for you, and to send the message that this kind of terrorism isn't something to joke about. The kid stole confident documents from a doctor's office. That is a felony. The judge in the minor-court of Lima is a very reasonable lady and she is very respectful. I think she would do the best to make this experience the least terrible for you. Of course I understand why you would want to turn your back on this, but do you really want to if you can send a message that bullying like this will have consequences for the offender?" Mr. MAcy asked, yet again directing himself to Kurt rather than to the entire party around the table.

Blaine squeezed his hand lightly around Kurt's thigh under the table. He seemed extremely concentrated, but looked from his parents to Blaine. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, the wheels turning in his head almost filling the silent room with a creak.

"It's your choice, Doll-face. I'll support you no matter what, you know that. I'm not gonna force my beliefs on you. I trust your judgment," Blaine repeated. He had said it a thousand times, but he knew that there was a possibility that Kurt would need to hear just once more, and he would rather say it to a point where Kurt felt like punching him in the face, than he would have Kurt doubting, if even for just one minute.

Kurt sent him a weak, feigned confident smile at him. He put a hand on Blaine's on the table between them before he drew a heavy breath and returned his attention to the suited man in front of him. Insecurely, he cleared his throat and dragged out his most mature tone of voice.

"I uhm - let's… let's do it then. I really don't feel like this, but it's true - and I have to admit that… I sort of wanna see him fry," Kurt announced.

"Doll-face… love," Blaine beamed at the declaration and pulled Kurt in to press an eager kiss to his cheek.

"Don't let yourself get carried away. This may be your house, but I'm still not too keen on you," mr. Hummel said, making Kurt back a little away.

"Alright. I am gonna file a lawsuit and start the preparations. This means that you and I will see a lot more of each other in the future. I'll let you know when we have a date for a hearing and I'll make sure it will be discrete. I'm sure the judge will understand. But just remember: once you enter that court room you won't have any secrets anymore," the lawyer said. He scribbled down some things on his notepad and packed his things away before getting up to shake everybody's hands. Blaine followed him to the door, thanking him endlessly for helping Kurt.

When he returned to the kitchen the tension was electric. Kurt looked extremely uncomfortable an his dad looked like a simmering volcano, Kurt's stepmother looked like she was fearing the moment everyone would blow up.

This was the moment Blaine had feared, the moment he had dreaded and hoped that he could prepare himself mentally for. Unfortunately Kurt's little slip of the tongue didn't give him that luxury, and now he had to grab the bull by the horns and get it over with.

"I have considered this since Kurt told me what happened in his school. I'll be the first to admit that I never planned on my life getting tangled up with someone else's. I never wanted to fall in love and move in with someone. Hell, I never even cared enough about anyone to want to protect them. But I do with Kurt. Kurt has taken me by storm, and I see my life with Kurt, now. That's why I searched for the best way to protect him and to secure his happiness and safety. And that won't happen in Lima after all of this. So I thought about Dalton - but that's just too close. Rumors spread like wildfire in this tiny community. So my only option was New York. It's Kurt's dream. They have schools that specializes in preparing kids with Kurt's dreams for the real world. It would give Kurt a place to fit in and be himself without fearing the reactions from his surroundings if he decided to wear a sequined jacket to school. And of course I've checked schools, made decisions on how to make sure that he would still be a teenager such as homework and curfews and allowance. And I've planned out a schedule of how often he would go home to visit you. This is not some scheme to get Kurt to run away from you," Blaine explained as carefully as he could without offending Kurt's dad further. He was on thin ice and he needed to take cautious steps to not make the situation any worse than it already was.

"What's in it for you? Why would you move up your entire life just because there's been stirred in the pond of Kurt's life?" Burt asked, eyes sharp on Blaine, his tone hard.

"I get to be with a happy Kurt. Before I met Kurt I was already planning on moving to New York anyway. It's easier for me to work there because then I won't have to fly out to all events there every other weekend. But when I met Kurt I decided to stay a little longer, and I'm happy that I did. I love him, and it feels like the right time to reconsider moving since it's for Kurt's safety," Blaine said, hoping he had emphasized his feelings properly without overdoing it.

"Why did you stay in Lima to begin with? If your work mostly is in New York?" Kurt's dad continued to ask, clearly determined to twist and turn every little detail out of Blaine.

"I used to be, somewhat, close with my brother and his boyfriend. Their daughter used to be the only person in the world that I would do anything for. I didn't want to move away because I didn't want to miss out on her life. But things have changed since then. I don't speak to my brother and his husband anymore. I still love Marilyn, but I can't force her parents to let me be a part of her life. I have to resign to see her at family events and just hope that they will ever let me be an actual part of her life and not just the distant uncle they have degraded me to be," Blaine told.

He had done his best to not consider his situation with Cooper and Sebastian. He didn't like to think about how long it had been since he had seen Marilyn the last time, or the fact that he had no idea when he would see her again. He missed her, but he knew that if he wanted to be a part of her life he would have to be a part of Cooper and Sebastian's as well, and that was something that was doomed to go downhill.

"But now you feel about Kurt the way you just said you feel about that girl?" Kurt's dad asked.

"Well, not exactly that way. Marilyn used to be my little princess. I spoiled her endlessly and her dads hated me for it. I wanna spoil Kurt endlessly, I love him more than anything. I wanna treat him like a king. But Kurt is also my equal. Kurt is mature enough to give me resistance and kick my ass when I need it. I'm not gonna put him on some piedestal and treat him like a trophy – I want us to be equal," Blaine sighed, so done with having to defend his love for Kurt, and to constantly having to tell people that he wasn't the big bad wolf with dark intensions.

"Would you excuse us for a moment? I think we need to talk," Carole suddenly said, for the first time stepping into character as one of Kurt's guardians.

"Of course. Take all the time you need," Blaine said and got to his feet.

Burt looked confused, Kurt as well. It didn't seem like Burt thought there could be the slightest thing to talk about, but he also seemed like he wasn't going to turn down his wife if she felt like she had something important to add to the discussion.

Blaine went to the door, and when he was about to leave the room Carole asked Kurt to follow. They went to the living room where Kurt sat in a corner of the couch, staring blankly down to the floor. Blaine sat down on the arm rest next to him, not sure what he should say or do.

"I didn't mean to just blabber it out," Kurt said apologetically after a long time of silence.

"It's okay. They had to know some time," Blaine crooned and ran a hand down the back of Kurt's head. Kurt leaned into the feeling and rested his temple against Blaine's arm.

"I mean it, though. I wanna go with you, Blaine. I wanna live with you. I miss you so much when I'm not with you. I just want to wake up every day for the rest of my life and see you. I've never felt as safe as I do when I'm with you," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine sighed heavily and got to his feet so he could walk around to sit on his knees in front of Kurt. He ran his fingers through Kurt's hair before he let both of his hands slide down his face, cupping his cheeks with a smile.

"Some day we'll have those things. I promise you it will happen. But as for now we have to wait until your dad has made up his mind. I'm afraid it doesn't look too good. But, Doll-face, I'm not gonna give up fighting for you. You belong with me," Blaine told him softly, nearly beaming from the stars that were lit in Kurt's eyes from his words.

"It's the only place I wanna be," Kurt said thickly. A vague smile ghosted on his lips, but he still looked nervous about the outcome of his parents' shielded conversation.

The worst part was that when Carole called them back to the kitchen they didn't get a reply. They sat down and Carole explained that they had agreed that they would need time to think things over, turn them and talk them through. Much to Burt's dismay, it seemed by the look on his face.

Kurt's parents got up and said that Kurt could stay for the next few days. When they had thought things through they would need to talk to Kurt alone. Then they would make their final decision. They thanked Blaine for his help with the lawyer and for letting Kurt stay with him. Blaine assured them that he would gladly do those things for Kurt before they said goodbye and Kurt's parents left.

When the apartment finally had emptied out they didn't discuss the events of the day. They seemed to have a silent agreement that they needed some time to put a distance to the happenings, so instead they ordered in food and crawled into their pajamas. They turned on the TV but ended up talking and laughing even more than watching what was acutally happening on the screen. For the first time since the incident they completely forgot the black cloud over their heads and were back to being together the way they used to be.

xXx

When Blaine finally woke up the next morning Kurt wasn't lying next to him. He hurried to get out of bed and pulled a t-shirt on since he had only slept in his underwear, but figured it was the most appropriate. He didn't find Kurt in the living room and the bathroom door was open, so he figured he would have to be in the kitchen. There he found Kurt in Blaine's shirt from the previous day. He was dashing around, singing to himself, dancing around on bare feet.

"Oh no! I was gonna surprise you," Kurt pouted when he turned around to see Blaine watching him from the door. He was making breakfast in the form of scrambled eggs and fiber muffins with fruit salad and juice on the side. He had even prepared Blaine's usual green smoothie for him.

"You certainly did. What's the occasion?" Blaine asked, crossing the floor to lean against the counter. He watched while Kurt finished up, loving the way his shirt was smoothing around Kurt's body, see-through enough to give a tell of pink nipples and firm muscles, but not enough to show details that Blaine could vividly imagine.

"How about I have the best man in the world?" Kurt suggested, his cheeks growing pink and his knees closing together in shy self-awareness.

"Not really. I was lucky to run off with him. I'll never understand why he'll want an old asshole like me, though," Blaine joked, scrunching his nose and shrugging his shoulders.

"You're a dork," Kurt smiled and walked around the counter. He grabbed Blaine's hand and led him to the table so he could make Blaine sit down.

The table was already set and Blaine got ready to dig in, but right as he was going to move to the table Kurt sat down, straddling him and locking his arms around neck. His eyes were strong and intense as they found Blaine's and it was undeniable that there was something Kurt wanted to say.

"I've tried and tried and tried to figure out a way to thank you for everything you've done for me. But I can't. Nothing I could ever say would be enough. You really did turn into my knight in shining armor," Kurt smiled.

"Doll-face, you don't have to thank me," Blaine said and placed his hand softly on Kurt hips, painfully aware of the short distance between their crotches.

"I do. Because it's too much. You've turned your life upside down for me. I can't…" Kurt took a deep breath and slipped off Blaine's thighs to sit on the chair next to him instead.

"Blaine, I've been thinking a lot about it. And then you said those things yesterday, and it just made me… I can't make you move to New York just for me. I just can't… It's changing your entire life, taking you away from your family. What about Marilyn?" Kurt sighed sounding like he was in pain from saying the words out loud.

"Doll-face, don't you wanna live with me anyway? Cause it's okay to have changed your mind. We'll look for other options to keep you safe then," Blaine said, only then realizing his mouth had gone dry and his head heavy. Kurt had his finger crooked in the hem of Blaine's boxers, his naked legs tangled together.

"Blaine… I could never change my mind about you. Waking up next to you for the rest of my life would be a dream - but that was never the life you dreamed of. To live with someone, to share your bed with someone," Kurt said, the pain in his voice clear, but the maturity stronger.

With a grin filling up his face Blaine grabbed Kurt's biceps. He squeezed his arms and led Kurt back to sitting in his lap, this time like he was a kid sitting in his dad's lap.

"Doll-face, I'm gonna say something and you're gonna listen very carefully. You are in my shirt, you've slept in my bed with and without me almost every weekend for months. I have an entire part of my closet dedicated to clothes I have bought you that I'm just letting stay here in case you'll decide to stay for the night unplanned. I've got nude photos of you framed in my bedroom. And not with the sole purpose of me having something to wank to, but because I think you're beautiful, and I like being able to see you, and your body whenever you're not around and I miss you. It's art, not porn," Blaine explained seriously.

He was staring directly into Kurt's eyes, doing his best to show that this was no time for jokes and games.

Kurt's cheeks were blushing and with every word the stars in his eyes twinkled.

"I cried the day you called me, telling me what had happened. I cried because I was scared something was gonna happen to you. I've never cried for anyone in my life before. Not even for myself. I was ready to quit my job to fly home to take care of you. Doll-face, I think it's safe to say that you're my new dream," Blaine smiled as he ran a hand up Kurt's back.

Before he could react Kurt had flung himself close, wrapped his arms around his neck and smashed their mouths together.

"You take my breath away," he said as he backed away, his voice light and honest.

"We should eat. I have a surprise for you around noon, and I think you wanna shower first," Blaine said, resting his hand on Kurt's naked thigh. Kurt's face lit up, but turned suspicious as well.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"We're not going anywhere. It's coming to you," Blaine assured him, aware that Kurt still wasn't comfortable about the notion of leaving the apartment. Blaine knew he would have to at some point, but he didn't want to push him too far too soon.

"What? Are you… please tell me you didn't get me a stripper to cheer me up, cause that's more your thing," Kurt teased and rolled with his eyes.

"Unless your friends are planning a show they haven't mentioned I haven't ordered any strippers," Blaine said with a chuckle, but actually enjoying the idea of seeing the Mohawked guy put on a show.

"My friends? You got my friends to come here?" Kurt burst out in shock.

"Yeah. I sort of lurked on your Facebook and sent them a message last night. They'll be here around noon," Blaine told casually.

"Blaine, oh… but -"

"You miss them, Kurt. If you can't go to them I'm gonna make them come to you," Blaine said.

"You're the best!" Kurt grinned and pressed a kiss to Blaine's mouth.

"I know. I'll cash in your payment in sexual cheques later," Blaine smirked and rubbed a thumb under the hem of Kurt's briefs, massaging where his thigh met his vulva so shivers ran through his body.

"You're a perv."

"You love it."

Kurt rolled his eyes and forced Blaine's hand out of his underwear. Then he returned to his own chair before they ate their breakfast. Kurt told eagerly about details of every single member of his glee club and Blaine listened. He didn't remember one word, or could even make sense of which name belonged to what story in the middle of teen pregnancies and backstabbing cheating. But he listened and he smiled and nodded in all the right places, bathing in the sunlight from Kurt's joy.

xXx

Kurt wasn't sure why he had been nervous. It wasn't like he hadn't seen them outside of school before, and it wasn't like he had anything planned for them. It was just his friends coming over to hang out.

Now they were all sitting in the living room. They were all very impressed by Blaine's apartment and Kurt had been patient with their big words on Blaine being his sugar daddy.

Before they arrived Blaine had packed his bag and told Kurt that he would go to the gym so Kurt could have a little alone time with his friends. As much as Kurt wanted to show off Blaine and gloat to the others about his mature and sophisticated relationship to a gorgeous and sophisticated adult man, he appreciated that he could get some time with his friends without Blaine.

Everyone seemed to really strongly avoid the subject of Kurt's situation. He thought that it was really sweet but also annoying. He could feel that they were curious, but also scared to step on Kurt's toes.

"Can we please stop pretending nothing has changed?" Kurt finally asked.

They had spent over an hour talking about summer plans and bad grades. Laughing about teachers and students, discussing the upcoming year with prom and the promise of senior year right around the corner.

Kurt hadn't mentioned his plans of moving to New York with Blaine though. He didn't want to say anything until he knew that it was definitely going to happen. He didn't feel like stirring anymore up than he already had.

"Come on. I'm not stupid. I know you've all been talking about me while I've been away; and Puckerman, your eyes practically haven't left my crotch since you came here," Kurt sighed.

He wasn't angry. He would just really prefer that they actually talked to him and asked their questions instead of pretending that everything was fine. He didn't want his friends to look at him differently, but he was afraid that if they didn't lay down all cards everything would be different.

"Kurt, I… is there any other - things - of you that's, you know, girl?" Tina suddenly asked, her cheeks burning and her eyes looking down in her lap.

"No. There isn't," Kurt replied, doing his best to not show exactly how uncomfortable he was about it.

"If Kurt has a V he must be my perfect match since I like both," Brittany said, making all eyes rush to her.

"Kurt, do you wanna date again?" She asked deadly serious, Santana's eyes lightning.

"Britt, I'm dating Blaine. And I'm still a gay boy," Kurt said firmly.

"And you're dating me!" Santana huffed out, turning her back on Brittany.

"Dude… I still can't see? I mean, we're bros, right? Is it like really good and juicy, or is it flat and boring?" Puck asked, making everyone flinch and scrunch their noses.

Kurt was just about to snarl for Puck to forget about ever coming near his pants when someone was faster.

"If I ever hear you, or anyone, talk about my boyfriend like that again I'll kick you the fuck out of here, and then continue to kick your ass down in the street," Blaine growled from the doorway to the hall.

He was still in his sweatpants and a tight, moist tanktop. His curls were ungelled and a light layer of sweat was shimmering over all exposed skin. He was visibly tan from his weeks in LA and the freckles on his nose were much clearer than usual. For a moment Kurt wanted to tell anyone to leave so he could rip Blaine's clothes off and have him right on the floor.

"Blaine… I didn't even hear you come home," Kurt burst out, noticing his voice go light as he squeezed his legs together.

"I only just did. I was just gonna go straight to take a shower, but I won't listen to that - you shouldn't have to listen to that," Blaine responded harshly, eyes flickering to Puck with caution.

"It's okay, Blaine. I told them to ask their questions, and I was just about to tell Puck that I won't be answering those kinds of questions. And if he doesn't get it he can leave," Kurt said assuringly to Blaine, with a side of acid in Puck's direction.

Blaine shifted his weight on his feet a little before he crossed the floor, threatening eyes trained on Puck before he leaned down to press a kiss to Kurt's forehead. He brushed a hand over his hair and turned to resume to his original plan of a shower.

"He's a little over-protective sometimes," Kurt said, his smile impossible to lessen. He couldn't be prouder to have Blaine kiss him and protect him in front of his friends. He had spent two years watching everyone else hooking up in every possible combination while he had to stand on the sideline being lonely without any hope of affection from anyone. Until his birthday, and now here he was.

"But he could kick your ass. He boxes a few hours a week. He was teaching me, but… I quit. Because of uhm - tests in school and stuff. But he's really good," Kurt told happily, wanting to tell them everything about Blaine. To tell them about this amazing man who wanted him, and only him.

Next to him Quinn was grinning widely. Her eyes were sparkling and she seemed like she was itching to be the next one to speak, but still waiting to make sure it was okay for her to do so, so Kurt smiled at her and nudged her with his shoulder.

"You guys are the best together! So perfect. I love to see you guys with each other," she burst out, a giggling waiting at the end of her words.

"I wish you would have told me, though. So I could've been there for you," Quinn said, but squeezed Kurt's hand.

"But… please use protection. Teen pregnancy is not fun, and your body isn't build for it," she warned him, her own experience shining through her warning.

Everyone were gaping open-mouthed at them. Clearly they hadn't taken the pregnancy issue into consideration or they were simply shocked that Quinn would touched the subject so bluntly.

"Don't worry. I can't get pregnant, so that's not gonna be an issue," Kurt sighed, feeling his cheeks flame.

"So you don't even get periods?" Rachel burst out, seeming offended.

"That is not fair! So ladyboy gets to have awesome, unprotected sex using the best version of genitals there is, and he doesn't even have to struggle with cramps once a month. Maybe God do like gays after all," Santana remarked dryly.

"That Blaine is a lucky guy. I bet Kurt's a real minx in bed. He was on the Cheerios, he's in glee club and he does yoga - and he's a guy so he's probably just as horny as we are, and like to experiment. Dude, if I had been gay or bi or something…" Puck grinned, sending seductive eyes in Kurt's direction.

"That's enough! You're on thin ice, kid. And you're on my list too, missy!"

Blaine had re-appeared and was switching his sharp gaze between Puck and Santana. He was standing in the doorway from the bedroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. To be honest Kurt had a hard time not letting his eyes drift to the outline of his dick.

Puck looked a little startled from the surprise that Blaine was back. He sat moping on the floor next to Mike who hadn't dared to look anywhere since Tina was right on his other side. Santana on the other hand had her attention back to Brittany.

"Doll-face, got a sec?" Blaine asked, and Kurt's nerves worried.

"Wanky," Santana said and locked her fingers with Britt's, her eyebrows dancing as Kurt smiled excited at his friends.

Nervously Kurt got to his feet and walked towards the bedroom where Blaine closed the door. He let the towel drop and started to get dressed. Kurt gulped - he really had a hard time controlling himself when Blaine was naked around him.

"It's nothing. That's just how Puck And Santana are. They don't mean anything by it," Kurt stammered out, eyes locked on Blaine's naked frame, impossible to drag his gaze away.

"It's okay, babe. I don't care because I know he'll never find out how crazy sexy you are naked. And she should keep her mouth shut. I don't want anyone calling you that," Blaine smirked and pulled oun the boxers he had put on the bed in front of them.

"But I really just wanted to ask you if you want me to stay or leave? I don't wanna bother you, but I can stay if you want me to," Blaine said and pulled his polo over his head.

He started dragging on his jeans, Kurt's eyes swallowing every movement with troubles of hiding the needy whimper in the back of his throat.

"You're staring," Blaine pointed out when he closed the zipper, pulling Kurt from his thoughts.

"Of course I am. You've just been naked in front of me," Kurt reminded him, and watched as Blaine started to gel up his hair in front of the mirror on the inside of the closet.

"But - do you wanna stay? Cause I feel sort of weird that my friends and boyfriend my doesn't know each other," Kurt said awkwardly. He hadn't given it much consideration, but now that he was sitting there with his friends around him, almost all of them dating each other and being friends with each other, while he was in his boyfriend's apartment but they didn't know him at all.

"You just wanna show me off. Make me your trophy wife," Blaine teased and dried the gel off his hands so he could pull Kurt closer.

"A little bit, yeah. What's the point in having a hot boyfriend if I can't take him for a victory round every now and then?" Kurt chuckled.

Blaine pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, making Kurt giggle, before he grabbed his hand so they could walk to the living room together. Kurt felt put on display from the way they were all gawking at them, but he still obliged when Blaine sat down and pulled Kurt down to sit in his lap.

"I am only gonna say this once: Kurt is the best sex I've ever had. And I'd been around before I met him. But all you need to know is that you'll never find out for yourself. The only reason I'm not bragging to everyone is because I know Kurt doesn't like everyone knowing what we're up to when we're alone. And since you're in our home I expect you to have the same curtesy towards him," Blaine said firmly, sharp eyes directed at Puck and a hand squeezing on Kurt's thigh.

Kurt was beaming. Blaine had called it their home, not just his. Blaine wanted Kurt's friends to know that he wanted to live with Kurt. And he had just told everyone that Kurt was great in bed, but not in embarrassing details. This was better than Kurt had imagined.

"I knew my boy had some tricks up his sleeve," Mercedes chuckled and sent Tina a high five.

The rest of the afternoon they all talked and laughed, forgetting about the seriousness of Kurt's situation. Kurt stayed in Blaine's lap, dwelling in Blaine's hands territorially staying on him, like he was marking him off if anyone should be doubting where Kurt belonged. Whenever Blaine wasn't a part of the on-going conversation he pressed kisses to Kurt's neck and caressed his fingers innocently around Kurt's body. Whenever Blaine was discussing something Kurt didn't care about he resigned to watching Blaine get along with his friends.

His friends he would soon have to say goodbye to if eveyrthing went according to the plan.

xXx

It felt great to be back in his own bed again, Kurt next to him and his own sheets surrounding them. The feeling of Kurt finally being comfortable about sleeping in his underwear again felt like home when their limbs slid over each other, their skin creating sparks to fill Blaine's body.

"How was you day? Nice to see the guys again?" He asked and ran his fingers trough Kurt's hair.

"Mhm… it was perfect. Thank you," Kurt hummed lightly.

His eyes were closed, but his fingers were running up and down Blaine's naked arm. Chills ran under his skin, setting his nerves on fire and tickling his need for kurt. He could taste and smell how close he was, but it still felt like he was too far away.

"I did miss them. Thank you for inviting them," Kurt smiled through the darkness.

The kids hadn't exactly been Blaine's own choice of people, but he had been happy to find that he didn't completely had a need to scratch their eyes out, which was good because it meant that he could do stuff like that for Kurt again. With the way Kurt had lit up when Blaine had sat and talked with them he definitely wanted to do that for Kurt again.

"You seemed happy with them. I'm glad," Blaine cooed.

"Yeah. And just… don't worry about puck. He's got a big mouth, that's all," Kurt assured him, opening his eyes.

"I know, babe. I just want to make sure no one makes you uncomfortable," Blaine sighed, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's.

"I know. And uhm... about that. My dad texted me earlier. He wants me to come home tomorrow so we can discuss if I can go with you," Kurt told insecurely.

"Good. That's good. As soon as he says yes I'll call the realtor. The sooner the better. I hear summer is a tough month to buy real estate in manhattan," Blaine said excitedly.

"Just - please don't get your hopes too much up. I understand why he isn't too good about this," Kurt said.

"I know. Me too. But it'll work out. I can't imagine that he would keep you here to eternal torture. He doesn't want anything bad for you, that's the whole point, he'll come around?" Blaine assured him as he pulled Kurt close for cuddles.

"I guess we'll know the verdict tomorrow," Kurt said with a heavy breath.