Saying goodbye to Cooper was sad, but Blaine was eager to go back home. However, his brother followed them to the airport and promised to come visit soon and Kurt suggested they could all do something together.

Blaine's mom picked them up at the airport back in Ohio. She hugged both of them and Blaine felt warm inside from the sight of his mom so close with Kurt. She asked Blaine how his time with Cooper had been and she asked about what they had done together after Kurt had arrived.

No one mentioned anything, but there was a clear tension in the car around the subject of Blaine returning home. He hadn't talked to his dad during his stay in New York and his mom hadn't said anything about how he was taking the situation at this point.

When they were at the Anderson house his dad's car wasn't in the driveway so that made Blaine relax a little. Kurt went inside with them and they promised to have coffee with Susan as soon as Blaine had unpacked his things.

The second they were back in Blaine's room Kurt grabbed around his neck and pulled him in to a powerful kiss, like it had a purpose other than him just wanting to be close with his boyfriend.

"No matter what happens when your dad gets home he won't come between us, got that? It doesn't matter what happens, because we'll be together always. Okay?" Kurt said as he rested his forehead against Blaine to let their eyes meet. He brushed his thumb over the nape of Blaine's neck and bit his lower lip.

"Yes. Always," Blaine agreed and was surprised about the forceful reaction. He knew that it was bugging Kurt, but not that it was bugging him so much.

Kurt pressed a hard kiss to Blaine's lips before he released him and fell down on the bed. His mom had changed his sheets and it seemed like she had cleaned his entire room as well. He couldn't remember when it was the last time she had done that. Apparently she felt guilty about Blaine having to leave like that.

While Blaine unpacked and put away his clothes and things Kurt was on the bed watching him. Every now and then Blaine would look in his direction and he would look pensive, but when he noticed that he was being watched a broad smile would spread on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine asked when he was finally done and laid down on the bed next to Kurt to have a moment together before going back downstairs.

"You. I enjoyed watching you be all domestic," Kurt revealed and turned to lie on his side with a finger strolling down Blaine's bicep.

"What does that even mean?" Blaine chuckled, thinking that was the weirdest thing ever.

"I just... like the idea of that. Of you being out of your parents house, and being grown up and doing all of those things it takes to be like that. Out on your own, living life that's not high school and homework."

He didn't look at Blaine, he kept his eyes following his finger that was still running up and down over the fabric of Blaine's sweater.

"That's pretty... random. Deep. Sort of."

They didn't get any further than that because Kurt sat up and took a glance around the room before he got to his feet and left the room. Blaine stayed on the bed for a moment, turning over Kurt's words in his head before he got up himself and followed Kurt downstairs where his mom was waiting with coffee.

It occurred to him that it was like Kurt was a whole new person. He was sitting by the dining table with his soft sweater and tight black cotton pants with zippers and studs, his legs crossed and his head resting on one hand. He was chatting politely with Susan and had made sure to keep a chair out for Blaine.

After taking in the scenery for a moment he crossed the floor and sat down. Kurt's hand immediately rushed to his and gave it a little squeeze paid with a smile before Kurt returned his attention to his conversation with Blaine's mom. Like they had known each other forever and there wasn't anything odd to them talking over a cup of coffee.

"Blaine, I talked to your dad. He has come down to earth and accepted that we can't take you and Kurt apart. That this is the way it is, and he doesn't have any right to interfere with your relationship as long as it is healthy. He's not exactly keen on the idea, but he has agreed to butt out. Don't expect a family dinner invitation anytime soon, but you can be together here as much as you want," Susan told and Blaine felt a stone fall from his heart.

To his surprise Kurt threw his arms around his neck with a slight squeal in a pitch he hadn't known Kurt was even capable of reaching, and what else could he do than respond with his own arms around Kurt and a sigh so relieving that it felt like he had been holding his breath since that terrible day a week ago.

"That's amazing, Blaine! I told you it would all be alright," Kurt beamed and kissed Blaine's cheek eagerly with starry eyes and a broad smile.

"Let's not go over the top here, boys. I think we need to see it best if you keep a low profile when you're here. Maybe not too many sleepovers, and keep it PG outside of Blaine's room," Blaine's mom said with an implicit sharp edge in her voice and a little narrowed eyes.

"Of course. It's not like I was planning on ravishing him on the dining table or anything," Kurt grinned and Blaine felt his facial temperature skyrocket within a second.

"Thanks, mom. I really wish he wouldn't be like that, but... I guess it's alright. I can live with that. I honestly don't feel like spending a lot of quality bonding time with him anyway," Blaine said and shrugged, unable to push away the sadness over his father still being so reluctant to his relationship with Kurt.

"He really is just trying to take care of you, honey. He thinks that he's got a hold of the right end. That was the way he was raised," she said a little heavy.

"I know. I know – but he should really just get updated with how the world is now. Not everyone can be straight."

Blaine felt a babbling coming on. This wasn't right. He should be happy. They didn't have to hide, and he wouldn't have to fear his father's rage – it was, under the circumstances, all okay. Yet all he felt was anger and despair.

"I... I think I'm gonna go upstairs," he sighed and got out of his chair, heading for his room without knowing what he was going to do or why he felt like he had to flee that way.

"Blaine! Come back," Kurt called after him, but he didn't stop.

When he entered his room he slammed the door hard and kicked the wastebasket so hard it tipped over and crumpled up papers fell all over the floor. He opened a window and kicked at the chair before he started to wander around the room, hands in pockets and eyes trained on the thick carpet under his feet.

He took a few rounds in the middle of the room, every now and then kicking a little at the floor. He growled a little under his breath and wondered what he would do now. It wasn't like he had much to do than go back to his boring high school life of people trying to protect him by telling him his boyfriend was a bad guy.

It was a few minutes before he was dragged out of his grumping by a quiet knock on the door.

"Blaine? Can I come in?" Kurt asked and eased the door a little open.

"Yeah. Sure," he murmured and watched as Kurt open the door and entered so he could close it silently behind him.

"What's going on? What happened down there?" Kurt asked as he sat on the bed and crossed his legs. Kurt crossed his legs, in what world did Kurt cross his legs when sitting down? It was like he was a completely different person.

"I -" Blaine started, his voice close to thundering, but when he saw the startled expression on Kurt's face he stopped his walking around the room and forced himself to cool down before he could continue.

"I don't know. It's just so frustrating. I can't... it doesn't matter what I do, he will always find a way to let me know how – worthless I am," Blaine said, a little more strained in voice than before.

With that Kurt's eyes narrowed and his lips pursed. He was quickly on his feet with strong hands locked around Blaine's arms and steel gray eyes piercing into Blaine's own.

"If you ever call yourself that I'm gonna fucking slap you. I am not kidding. Don't ever use that word about yourself again. I am sick of that idiotic self-pity thing you've got going. Honestly, Blaine, it's starting to go pathetic. Instead of getting pissed and bitch around in your room then go the hell out there and do something," Kurt snapped at him.

So maybe he wasn't a completely different person after all.

"That was harsh, I know. But you are fucking frustrating! All of that worrying, and self-loathing is lame. If he doesn't like that you're with me, then fuck him! I know it sucks, but it won't get any better by you whining over it."

"I don't know what to do, Kurt! I'm sorry, but I am losing my mind. If you don't care then I am really sorry, but this is a big deal to me," Blaine hissed back, feeling guilty that he was taking it out on Kurt, but it wasn't exactly like Kurt was helping himself.

Kurt pursed his lips and turned his back on him with crossed arms. Blaine could hear him mumbling something under his breath, but it was incoherent and he wasn't sure that he actually wanted to know what he was saying if he had the chance. But before Blaine could even prepare himself Kurt twirled around on his heel, his eyes flaming and his lower lip quivering.

"Do you think that I don't care? Do you really think that I just think it's all good? Don't you think I've already considered to fuck it all and take you with me away from this stupid ass town so no one can harass us anymore? I have. It fucking keeps me awake at night, Blaine! Because I wanna protect your stupid ass, and because I want your stupid ass to stay mine!" Kurt close to yelled at him, taking Blaine completely off guard.

"Sometimes... it feels like you don't think I wanna fight for this, for us. That you think it's just something I'm saying. And now that feeling has been confirmed. Thank you, Blaine – for your enormous trust in me, in my investment in us," Kurt sighed, exhausted.

Blaine was embarrassed. He had no idea he had made Kurt feel like that. He never meant to. Of course he knew that Kurt loved him and wanted to be with him as well, he knew that Kurt wouldn't want to let them slip apart. But sometimes Blaine just felt like he was taking things a little too lightly.

"I didn't mean that. That's not how it is. Of course I know that you – want us to stay together. I know that you love me, Kurt. If I could I would run with you. It would make everything so much easier," Blaine sighed heavily.

"I would run away with you if we could – but some asshat is making me finish school, so I'm bound here at least until summer. Besides, you need to finish school as well. And fleeing would only give us new problems. So I suggest that we stay here, finish our schools and then we take a proper farewell with this shithole. Blow it up or something," Kurt grinned and dumped down on Blaine's bed.

"I hate it when you're right," Blaine groaned and fell down on top of him, making Kurt grunt out a huff of air.

"It's my best and most annoying trait," Kurt chuckled and kissed his nose with his fingers playing at the hem of the sleeves of Blaine's t-shirt.

"What do you say that we forget about this whole thing as good as we can and I will take you out this Friday?"

Blaine's insides bubbled. He loved it when Kurt talked about taking him out – it made them sound so official and it was so nice to know that Kurt didn't mind being seen with him in public. Not to mention how proud he felt to hold Kurt's hand in front of other people, to let the whole world see that they were together.

"That sounds good. What do you have in mind?" He asked and nuzzled his nose against Kurt's, chuckling by the sight of Kurt purposely going exaggeratedly cross-eyed.

"Eh – Puck asked me to come to this party. With some of the guys who take their bikes to the tire shop. We're just gonna talk bikes and drink some beers and..." Kurt started to explain and Blaine could hear that he as well could hear how ridiculous it sounded for Blaine to go to a party like that.

"It's okay if you don't want to. You'll probably be bored anyway. I'll just tell Puck I've got other plans and we can do something instead," Kurt hurried to say.

It would be a lie if he said that he wasn't feeling guilty. He and Kurt had spent so much time together lately that they nearly hadn't seen their friends. He missed Tina and he was sure that Kurt missed hanging out with Puck, but there was no way Kurt would ever admit that, and he knew that Kurt would pick him over anyone any day.

"No. Go hang out with Puck. I'll call Tina and ask if she wants to hang out. Then I can come to your house Saturday and you can tell me all about your crazy adventures and about mechanical motorcycle stuff I won't understand anyway. And then we can have a lot of sex because I really miss having sex with you," Blaine suggested and felt satisfied as he watched an affectionate shine fill Kurt's eyes.

A broad grin spread on Kurt's face and it was like the entire shade of his skin turned lighter. He pressed a quick series of wet kisses to Blaine's face and clenched his arms tight around his midsection.

"Best – boyfriend – ever," he grinned and let his head dump back to the bed.

Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's thighs and rutted his hips against Blaine's while pressing deep kisses onto his mouth. The heat went out of control and Blaine couldn't stop the moans escaping his throat as he opened his mouth to let in Kurt's tongue. He was hard to a point where he hadn't known that it was possible, and Kurt clearly felt the same way. Blaine spread his legs lightly and made his hips rub into the movement of Kurt's pelvis, taking every bite and suck and groan Kurt had to offer him.

"Oh god. Fuck... Kurt... god, Kurt, don't stop – shit. Stop, stop – we have to stop," Blaine blabbered out, incoherent at first but forced himself to take control of his brain so he could stop his hips and wiggle himself out of Kurt's grip.

"Fucking hell, Blaine. I was so damn close -" Kurt grunted and palmed around his erection over his pants.

"Me too. God I want you so much, Kurt – but we can't. I promise I'll make it up to you this weekend, I just don't think coming in my pants would be the best way to kick off my time at home," he apologized and blinked quickly a few times to regain control of his eyesight.

"I'm gonna wank so hard when I get home," Kurt retorted.

"I can call you," Blaine offered and a small smile peeked out on Kurt's face.

"Hot."

Kurt rolled on his side and pulled Blaine closer for more innocent kisses and cuddling. It wasn't long until Kurt had to go home, and they had to say a sad goodbye in the hall before Blaine's dad came home.

He was terrified to face his dad.

xXx

The head of the Anderson house was a strict man who didn't gave up so easily. Blaine already knew that. But it didn't change how depressed it made him that his dad hadn't said a word to him since he returned from New York. All he had got was grunts.

"I've reached a point where I don't know if I'm more depressed or pissed," Blaine scowled and let his pencil drop to his notebook before picking up his coffee.

Being back in Dalton was nice. It was like returning home. When he had showed up Monday morning his friends had all been excited to see him and they had ended up slowing down first period for an impromptu performance in the lunch room. Just like things used to be.

Now it was Thursday and he was seated at the bench in the magnificent garden behind the school with some friends, doing their history essays and gossiping about all the things they hadn't talked about for the close-to-month they hadn't talked.

"He'll get used to it. He can't stay grumpy forever," Jeff tried. Sunshine Jeff who always tried cheering people up and usually did a good job regardless of the state they were in.

"You don't know my dad. When Cooper told him he didn't want to go to law-school it was all cake and rainbows, but when I said I didn't want to go to law-school he freaked out and didn't talk to me for three months except for when my mom sent him evil glares over the dinner table," Blaine groaned as he slammed his book closed.

"That sucks. My sister once refused to talk to my mom because she wouldn't buy her a ticket for a Britney Spears concert, but she gave it up after four hours because she wanted money for pizza," Nick told with a cringe.

"Well, that is Britney, so who can blame her. But still – the silent treatment is just the fucking worst," Blaine said and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Fucking? Since when do you curse?" Nick raised an eyebrow and scribbled down a few more notes.

"Sorry. Kurt's kinda... he likes the word. A lot," Blaine shrugged but felt his cheeks redden. He hadn't talked much about Kurt to his friends at school and doing it was new and exciting in a whole new way. Tina already knew Kurt, but talking about him to his friends who didn't know him gave him a chance to go into details about all the things he loved the most without them rolling their eyes and saying they already knew.

"Kurt likes a lot of stuff that's not really your thing. How do you even make it work?" Trent asked.

He had stayed quiet during their entire homework session. Trent was the type of guy to work the hardest on his school work and not stop for anything, and while the others were still struggling to even writing an introduction he would be sitting with an A+ report a week before it was due.

"It's easy. Just because there's stuff he likes and I don't and the other way around we still have a lot in common," Blaine said and realized that all eyes were on him now.

"What's it like? Dating a guy?" Jeff asked curiously.

It was cool. None of them seemed degrading or arrogant – they all simply seemed curious. Apparently it was something they were all interested in hearing about.

"It's... just like dating. We just hang out and... do stuff together," Blaine stammered, not sure what it was they wanted to hear about the time he spent with Kurt.

"So you have a lot of sex?" Jeff asked and Trent pinched his arm with a shocked expression.

"Auch! I'm sorry – it was a legit question. I mean – two guys dating, that's hormones for two guys. That's gotta be a lot of sex drive. Who wouldn't take advantage of that?" He tried defending himself.

"We can just say that... Kurt likes sex. And I do too," Blaine revealed with burning face, but pride from the fascination shown on his friends' faces.

He couldn't stop thinking of the times of their hot, sweaty skin sliding against each other, or the way Kurt's dick filled him up to a point where the lines between pain and pleasure blurred out, or the way Kurt was tight and snug around him like his ass wanted them to stay connected forever – not to mention the excessive amount of phonesex they had been having over the past week with Kurt moaning and groaning about what he wanted them to do together.

And of course he was wearing the very same uniform he had been wearing that rainy day Kurt had fucked him senseless before he made Blaine fuck him for the first time and he had felt milked and drained and happy after.

"I'll take that as a yes," Jeff laughed.

"It's not like it's all we do. We have substance... we talk and watch TV and go shopping and stuff," Blaine said and snickered a little by how it would sound to other people when he said that he took Kurt shopping. It wasn't exactly like when he went shopping with Tina.

"He surprised me when I was visiting Cooper. My mom asked him to bring me my ticket home and suddenly he was just there. And we went to the park and had coffee and... we went dancing on Times Square. It was good. Kurt really isn't as hardcore and tough as you think. It's not like he spends his Tuesdays sacrificing rabbits to Satan or anything," he said and pushed his books over the table, facing that the rest of the day would be spend on talking about Kurt and not his homework.

"We never said so. We just... I just can't picture it. But – when he was here and you had that asthma meltdown – he treated you really good. It was really cool to see. I think that was what made up my mind about him," Trent shrugged and to everyone's surprise he closed his books as well before he had finished his essay.

"He really does. He always put me first. When we met – the first time we talked or anything... I was lying there on the ground and he could've just walked away, but he didn't. He picked me up and got me to the ER. And then he stayed with me all weekend because my parents were out of town. And he's cut down on smoking for me and rarely even does it when we're together," Blaine told and felt affection fill him from the thought of how much Kurt actually did just for him.

"What... what was it when you were at that clinic?" Jeff asked carefully. He didn't look at Blaine and the others fell quiet when he asked the question. Had they discussed this?

"It was... Kurt had been safe before me. Always. And we were always being safe together. But he was still afraid. So I promised to go with him to get checked, so we both got checked. Just to be sure, but neither of us had anything. We were both clean. And now it doesn't matter, because we're only with each other," Blaine shrugged, hoping he didn't make Kurt sound cheap and slutty – because that definitely wasn't how Kurt was.

"So not only do you get a lot of sex, you also get to do it without condom. Freaking great to be a hetero guy here. You're killing our spirit, man -" Nick groaned teasingly and the others laughed.

They all laughed, and Blaine laughed with them – and that was the moment Blaine knew that he hadn't lost his friends. He still had his friends and his boyfriend; all at the same time. Now all he needed was his father to stop being a jackass.

xXx

Friday night was incredible. He and Tina were in their pajamas and had been through the fifteen minutes facial mask and followed up with moisturizer, they had made sure to have the healthiest dinner they could find and made sure to have lots of bottled water in the fridge – and now they were sitting on the couch with snacks and ice cream enough for weeks.

They were lying on Tina's bed with their pillows ready, scary movie on the blu-ray and were chatting about their boyfriends. He had missed this to no ends and it was hard for Blaine to not put his arm around her and hug her all the time. He felt guilty for having neglected their friendship, but the amazing thing was that regardless of how long time was between they hung out it never became awkward.

"So you have Nationals soon? Did you find some proper costumes instead of the disaster that I still have proof of on my phone?" Blaine laughed and poked her in the rib.

"Yes. As a matter of fact. Kurt and I put some pretty good designs together and we're sewing the last details on the guys' blazers on Tuesday," she said and stuffed her mouth full of popcorn.

"What? Kurt? No... you must be – Kurt?" Blaine asked, scrunching his nose, not sure if he had heard wrong of if she had said wrong.

"Yeah, Kurt. He's really incredible with designs and sewing. You should see some of the outfits he used to wear. Honestly, every girl in McKinley wish they had his flair for fashion... not that anyone would admit it," she shrugged, still chewing on her popcorn.

That was a new one. He knew that Kurt had a thing for clothes, he had seen his Vogue collection (which Kurt still had no idea about) and he knew that he put a great deal more into brands and products than he would ever admit – but never could he see Kurt sewing and sketching out designs. That was impossible.

"I don't – I..."

"Blaine, come on. Have you not seen the clothes he wears? The brands of his outfits? I'll show you something," she said and propped herself on her elbows so she could sit up and reach for her laptop.

She turned it on and found a folder full of pictures – obviously pictures from New Directions parties or choir room performances or other stuff like that.

"See. Kurt was so different back then -" she said and clicked on a thumbnail.

As it popped up and turned into a full picture Blaine nearly choked on his own tongue. It showed Kurt wearing a tight pair of white jeans and a navy old-fashioned military jacket. His hair was much different, but the details on his jacket were incredible. His entire posture and even his face looked different. This was another Kurt.

She clicked to the next and went through a few pictures of the other glee club member until she stopped again on Kurt. He was leaned against a piano with smoothly combed hair. His cheeks were brightly pink and his face was covered in a bubbly smile but with a tint of sadness in his eyes – and he was holding Rachel's hand, obviously in a deep conversation with her. His outfit was a silver suit with patent leather shoes, all fitted perfectly on his body. There was no way that a suit like that had just been this perfect for him directly from the store.

She skipped further to a picture of Kurt in a tightly fitted yellow knit with matching boots. He was leaning against a locker and looked incredibly lonely. It was heartbreaking to watch. Next picture was Kurt in a red Cheerios uniform – he still didn't look happy, but he looked a bit more as if he felt okay. But in all the pictures it struck Blaine how sad he looked, and he hated to see it.

"I – I get the idea now," Blaine said, a lump in his throat.

He turned around to face the TV where some girl was walking around a dark house with a knife in her hand. He bit his lower lip and snuck out his phone. He knew that they had agreed for being no-boyfriends but he just needed to see Kurt for a second. He clicked on the lights and smiled at Kurt's cocked up chin and sex-hair, his ripped t-shirt showing off his collarbone and his lips still swollen and pink from a blowjob that no one but them would know about if they looked at the picture. The afternoon had been perfect of them lying on Kurt's bed and Blaine had been singing under his breath so Kurt had blackmailed him with a blowjob into singing for him, and when he was done Kurt had kissed his temple and wrapped his entire body around Blaine's to hold around him, followed by eating pizza in bed and talking about their friends.

"Was he really that lonely? Didn't anyone ever talk to him?" Blaine asked as he let his phone drop back under his pillow when Tina returned to her spot next to him.

"Yeah. It seemed like he didn't really want to speak to anyone, but he was always so sad. And Rachel was constantly on his back, and when his dad started dating Finn's mom it turned really awful. He felt like his dad wanted Finn more, it was heartbreaking. But he's so proud and won't let anyone in so it's really hard to be there for him, you know -" she explained, sounding sad about the memories she was looking back at.

Yeah, Blaine knew. He knew all too well how hard it was to be allowed to be there for Kurt.

"But – he's happy now. With you. He wasn't happy when he was just hanging out with Puck all the time. He got by. Felt like he belonged somewhere, to a group. But I don't think that he ever really felt like he belonged to them. I've seen him peek at high fashion on eBay and stuff. He misses being free to be himself. But with you he's free, you set him free -" she smiled.

It was nice to hear that people looked at it that way. He hated to hear about how hard it had been for Kurt before they met. He never wanted him to be lonely ever again. Blaine pulled his phone back out and typed out a quick text:

"I love you. So much. Don't ever forget that."

xXx

Blaine grunted as he faintly realized why he had woken up. His phone was ringing. It was in the middle of the night. Tina was lightly snoring next to him and he had no idea where his phone was. He fumbled a bit around and grabbed it out from under the bed where it was lying in a pile of his clothes.

"Kurt? It's 3.30 in the morning. I'm a Tina's house," he mumbled and tiptoed to the little bathroom so he didn't wake her up.

"Blaine? Blaine... please come and get me. I uhm... I'm really sorry. I can't call my dad. Please just come and get me," Kurt whispered into the phone. His voice was shaking and broken, instantly putting all of Blaine's senses on their toes.

"Kurt? God, Kurt what happened? Where are you?" He asked and turned around himself in the small bedroom, the tiles freezing under his feet and the light way too sharp in his eyes.

"I'm uhm... at the station. The police station. Please just come and get me. I promise I'll explain it all, I just don't wanna be here anymore," he begged and it sounded like his voice was about to crack.

"The police station? Kurt, oh god, Kurt... what did you do?" He asked, but there was a rustling and voices noisy in the background before the phone was hung up.

Blaine stared at his phone like it would ring again any minute now, but he knew that it wouldn't so he hurried out of the bathroom. He had to wake up Tina, he couldn't just leave in the middle of the night like it was a bad one night stand.

"Tina. Tina – please wake up."

"Blaine? God, go to sleep. I wanna sleep," she groaned and pulled the comforter over her head.

"No, Tina. I have to leave. I need to pick up Kurt at the police station," he said and started pulling on his jeans as Tina sat up in the bed, staring at him with groggy eyes.

"The police? What did he do?" She asked and rubbed her eyes with two fingers.

"I don't know, but I can't just leave him there. He sounded scared. Just... go back to sleep, I just didn't want to leave without telling you," Blaine sighed as he pulled his sweater over his t-shirt.

"Are you sure? You don't want me to come?" She asked, not seeming as sleepy as he had done before.

"It's okay. I think I need to do this alone. But thanks..."

"My keys are on the desk. Just push me if there's not room enough for both of you -" she said and fell back on her pillow.

"Are you sure? Because we can go to my house or his and I can come back here tomorrow," Blaine said.

"No. You can't drag him to your house in the middle of the night, and if he's in the police station I'm not sure it would be good for him to go back to his own house because he will need to get a hold of himself before facing his dad," she explained and waved at him in a manner of telling him to get out.

Tina really was the best friend in the world.

xXx

This was a situation he had never expected to find himself in. He had never been at the police station before. He had never been at any police station before, except for when he was in second grade and they were on a field trip that ended up in his friend throwing up all over police man's shoes because he had eaten too much candy on the bus.

"Hi uhm... I'm here to pick up Kurt Hummel. I don't know where to go or anything, really -" Blaine mumbled shyly at the man sitting at the desk just inside the door.

"It will be this way," the man said with a raised eyebrow and led Blaine through a series of desks.

The man stopped and whispered something at a woman in uniform who took Blaine down a hall to where there were a few cells, obviously meant for temporary stays. The woman unlocked the door and called Kurt's name only to have Blaine attacked by Kurt's arms locking around his neck before he had even noticed he was in the room.

"Oh god, Blaine, I am so sorry for dragging you out here in the middle of the night," he apologized.

He was clenching so hard he was nearly choking him. When Blaine looked into the cell he recognized a few guys Kurt had been talking to outside of Scandals before. Kurt was wearing an all leather suit, reeking from the scent of leather mixed with the scent of beer sharp in his nostrils, Kurt's own scent barely breaking through.

Kurt was swaying lightly as Blaine made him release his grip around his neck. He allowed Kurt's hand to find his, but he wasn't planning on going cute and cuddly until he knew what was going on – and Kurt was clearly drunk.

The woman led them back to the receptionist that had Kurt sign some papers before they could leave. Blaine didn't take Kurt's hand again as they walked over the parking lot, and when Kurt crawled into the passenger seat he rested his forehead against the window, getting ready to fall asleep.

"What happened, Kurt?" Blaine inquired, not letting it go before he knew the full story of why he had been woken up in the middle of the night to get his boyfriend out of prison.

"Not now. Talk in the morning," Kurt grunted and hid his eyes against his arm.

"No, Kurt. You tell me now," Blaine kept up, refusing to let it go.

"You know, the car drives better when it's turned on."

"Kurt – we're not going anywhere until you tell me what happened. Tina said we could sleep at her place, but I'm not taking you back to her house where she and her entire family is sleeping until you have told me why I just had to bail you out." He was starting to go angry. It wasn't fair of Kurt to act like this was no big deal, that this was something that could wait until the morning.

"Did you beat someone up? Or did you steal something? Please tell me you didn't break in somewhere or something -" He had no idea if this was stuff Kurt would even do. He knew that he had been in fights, a lot of fights, but he didn't know if he had ever stolen something or broken in somewhere, but he had to fumble in the dark to get Kurt to speak.

"I didn't do a damn thing, okay? I didn't beat anyone up, I didn't steal anything – I promised you I wouldn't do those things again. Don't you trust me?" Kurt suddenly snapped and stared at him with lightning eyes.

"It's a little hard to trust you when I'm picking you up from the police at 4am and you won't even tell me why!" Blaine hissed, not backing off just because he used the trust-card.

"Tell me what happened. Please, Kurt. You have no idea how worried I was when driving here. How worried I still am. I don't know what to expect here. Should I wait for someone to come pick you up and send you to jail? Should I wait for you to tell me that you're going to court? What is it? Please, Kurt. Please," he knew that he was pathetic, but he didn't care. He needed to know.

Kurt's shoulders eased down. He was still a little drunk, but he seemed more clear in the head. After letting his eyes flicker a few times between Blaine's he moved in closer and suddenly his hand was on Blaine's.

"I didn't do anything. I promise I didn't do anything. It was just a stupid misunderstanding. Some guys were selling drugs and it was just kids, they were trying to sell them to kids, and the kids kept saying no. I don't think they were anymore than 15 or something. So the guys started beating them up, so Puck and I pulled the kids away and the guys started beating us up instead and we had to defend ourselves, but then the police came and their friends said that we just started beating them up out of nothing. I'm okay, I just have a little scratch on my arm, but Puck looks terrible. No one believed anyone so they took all of us to the station. Now I have to go to court or something where those kids will come and tell what happened. Puck was picked up by his mom right before you came. He offered for me to go with them, but I... I just needed you. I'm sorry," Kurt said, his eyes brimming with tears and his hand shivering on Blaine's.

So – Kurt hadn't done anything wrong. He had saved some kids, not just thrown himself into trouble as he used to.

"I really don't understand anything. You might have to explain it to me again tomorrow. I'm just happy that you're okay. I was so scared," Blaine cooed and brushed a hand down Kurt's cheek making tears follow.

"I'm so sorry I always make trouble for you, Blaine."

He pulled his arms around his chest with a cry. He was shaking and Blaine couldn't do anything but drag him close and kiss his forehead.

"It's fine. You saved some kids right? You're a hero, Kurt. Let's just go back to Tina's house so we can get some sleep and you can sober up," Blaine sighed and kissed his cheek before pulling back and turning on the engine.

They drove down the deserted street in silence. Kurt was sniffing and Blaine knew that he was trying to stop crying. He hated crying and Blaine wasn't going to give him a hard time about it.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer your text earlier. It made me happy. I love you too," Kurt whispered as Blaine turned off the car in the Cohen-Chang driveway.

"Oh Kurt. I love you too. Always," Blaine assured him and leaned over the gearshift to press a deep kiss to his mouth.

They tiptoed to Tina's room where Blaine dragged his pajamas back on and Kurt stripped his leather suit off before they curled up around each other next to Tina who was fast asleep. They didn't say anything, but Kurt cried silently against Blaine's neck while Blaine stroked his hair and caressed his back until Kurt fell asleep so Blaine could sleep himself.