To not have the slightest problems with Kurt anymore was strange, but a good kind of strange. Okay, it wasn't that there were no worries or troubles left, they simply didn't seem as pronounced as before.

Kurt still didn't really tell much about himself but at least he didn't get pissed anymore when Blaine asked. Now, instead, he would say that he didn't feel like talking about it or that he would tell some other day. He still wasn't all awesome with his phone yet, every now and then there would go nearly an entire day without Blaine hearing anything from him and it would turn out he had forgot where it was or simply forgot to bring it out. He was also turning more needy in time; not like he couldn't do anything by himself, but he got easier sad or annoyed when Blaine said he had other plans and sometimes he would sound really sad when he called him at night to tell him that he missed him.

Tina told that Kurt had started to actually acknowledge their relation in school. One day she had called him in the middle of the day and sounded frantic. "Oh my god Kurt just sat next to me an entire lunch break and I had no idea what to do," she said in shocked voice. Blaine was surprised too. In his imaginations Kurt always hung out with puck or sat by himself without talking to anyone. "He asked me how I was and I sort of panicked," she said embarrassedly. After that Kurt started sitting at Tina's table nearly every day. Usually they didn't talk, but when they did it was mostly random conversations of "how's it going".

A little more than a week after their visit to the free clinic they went back to get their results. Kurt was scared, Blaine could feel it - but he obviously didn't say anything. He made sarcastic jokes and sharp comments on everything he could see. In the end Blaine stopped him before he got out of the car and kissed him. "It's okay to be scared. But I'm sure everything is fine. I'm sure you are okay." Kurt had attacked his mouth for a needy kiss and as soon as they left the car he hurried to grab Blaine's hand and squeeze it really hard.

They were both clean though. They insisted on getting the message together and as soon as the doctor told them that they were both fine and healthy Kurt turned to throw himself into Blaine's arms. As soon as they were in the parking lot Kurt stopped Blaine by getting in front of him. "Thank you - for forcing me to do this and for not letting me freak out." They never got around to celebrate though. Blaine had a lot of tests in school that he needed to prepare himself for and it made Kurt sad even though Blaine took a few classes off here and there to be with Kurt.

Now Blaine was in the middle of what could easily be the most boring biology class he had ever attended. It was almost two weeks since they had their results back and they hadn't had a single fight since the terrible fight of the condoms. Blaine was pretty satisfied about it all. He looked at the clock and the last 15 minutes of the class seemed like they were planning on getting him completely down. Until a text ticked in.

Kurt: "I think it's completely outrageous how much time we spend at school compared to how little time I get to be with you."

Blaine snickered to himself. He loved it when Kurt sent him messages like this one. He tried so hard to show how much he cared. It was very obvious to Blaine that Kurt still felt like he wasn't good enough for him and it pained him.

Blaine: "I think you are right. If only we were in the same school we had been able to see each other there too."

Next to him Nick pushed him with his elbow. He sent him a glance Blaine could only really interpret as "pay attention" but he didn't really care. He did his best to hide his phone a little better under the table and ignored Nick's stare as his phone vibrated again.

Kurt: "How do you feel about ditching school and be with me all day tomorrow?"

At first Blaine almost said yes. It was so tempting, oh so tempting. He was sick of school and whenever he was in his uniform all he could think of was how Kurt had once called it kinky, or how much he'd rather wear his own clothes (or no clothes) and be with Kurt instead.

It was terrifying because Blaine had always loved school. After he transferred to Dalton he had always been excited to go to school to be with his friends and even the teachers were really cool there. Now going to school had started to seem like a duty that only took time away from Kurt.

Blaine: "I would love that - but I can't."

It only lasted a moment before his phone vibrated again.

Kurt: "Why not? Don't you wanna be with me?"

Ugh. That was unfair. He was completely playing dirty.

Blaine: "That's not what I meant and you know that. I can't just ditch school for a whole day. But I can come to your house after."

He sighed internally. He hated when Kurt played the "don't you love me"-card. Kurt knew perfectly well that Blaine wasn't one to sneak away from his duties such as school and it had nothing to do with how much he loved him - still Kurt seemed like he thought he could use it against him and it was nerving.

Kurt: "Alright. Will you come to the tire shop today?"

And naturally he acted like everything was forgotten. Like everything was fine. Never had Blaine experienced anyone with mood swings like Kurt's. Sometimes when it really annoyed him he suspected he was bipolar.

Blaine: "I have Warbler practice and a music lesson after school."

Not even a moment was before his phone was off again.

Kurt: "But I feel like I never see you. I miss you when I'm not with you."

Blaine: "I can come over as soon as I'm finished."

Blaine: "I really miss you too. It's not because I don't wanna see you."

The bell rang and the other boys started to collect their things and leave the classroom around Blaine. For a moment he didn't do anything but stare into the blackboard, waiting for his phone to buzz again, but when it didn't happen he shoved his books absentmindedly into his satchel. Right as he walked out of the room and started down the hall his phone went off.

Kurt: "I know, baby. I just wish we could be together all the time. But see you later then."

Blaine: "Good. I'll text you when I'm on my way."

Kurt: "Blaine?"

Blaine: "Huh?"

Kurt: "I love you"

Blaine was sure his smile was illuminating the entire school. He was ready to jump on the furniture and sing all the love songs of the world. He really hoped they were doing a love song in Warbler practice today.

Blaine: "I love you too."

"Anderson, do we have your attention?" a sharp voice said and Blaine was aggressively pulled out of his love haze to face that he was already in the practice room and every single Warbler was staring at him.

"Yes. Sure. I am… focused," he stammered and let his phone dump to the bottom of his bag.

Apparently they had all been waiting for him and everyone was already in their usual seats so Blaine hurried to find his place on the neat sofa. It suddenly occurred to him that the atmosphere was different than usual and even though he was sitting down and paying attention all eyes were still on him.

"What's going on, guys? Did something happen?" he asked nervously. He loved being in the spotlight and he loved being the frontman of The Warblers, admittedly he was a bit of an exhibitionist, but not in this way.

"After several members have approached The Council with their concerns we have agreed to let today's Warbler practice be a Warbler meeting instead. Throughout the last few weeks a lot of the Warblers have expressed their concerns for one of our members and we see it as our duty to do something about this," the leader of The Council explained in his usual official tone.

Blaine looked nervously around on his friends. He hadn't noticed anything to worry over in any of his friends. He had to have missed something and he didn't like that no one had told him what had happened. If something was wrong with one of The Warblers he surely should know.

"This is officially a Warbler-vention!" The Leader said and banged his hammer once to declare the meeting open.

"A Warbler-vention? What is this? Who does this concern?" Blaine whispered to David on his side, but he merely looked at Blaine like he had fallen directly from the sky.

He had heard about Warbler-ventions but never been to one. The Warbler practices stuck to the music and choreography and all personal life was kept outside the practice room. The Warblers were all friends and took care of each other but once they were in the practice room they were more colleagues acting professionally. Warbler-ventions were only held if something really disturbing was going on with one of the members - like drug-use or increasing fowl language in classes.

"Mr. Anderson - lately it has been brought to our attention that you have had… a change of nature. And it worries our members and The Council," The Leader said and all eyes were back to Blaine.

He felt like he had been slapped in the face. Like he had just been thrown into a pool of ice water. Everything inside him froze and he wasn't sure whether he was going pale or scarlet. He opened his mouth to speak but no words left his mouth so he shut it again and closed his eyes in attempt to figure out how to tackle this.

"What? I - I didn't do anything," Blaine tried but knew that this wasn't exactly helping his position.

His friends were watching him with lines on their faces and squinted eyes. Several of them had crossed their arms over their chests now and Blaine saw Nick and Trent looking like they mostly wanted to hide. Jeff looked incredibly uncomfortable; he kept looking around the room and was sitting restlessly in his seat, constantly changing his position. Jeff had never been good with serious matters - he was more one to play and have fun.

"It's just that… lately you have changed. You have been skipping classes and the other day when we met at the mall I heard you lie to your mom. You've even started canceling your music lessons with the kids - its really not like you, Blaine," Trent said. He looked like he was ready to dig himself into a hole. He was clearly feeling guilty about putting Blaine on spot like that, but Blaine was well aware that Trent would never do this if he wasn't deeply troubled.

"Guys, it's fine really. I've just had a need for some free time. That's all," Blaine tried but he already knew that he couldn't brush this off so easily. They would never agree to let it go.

"This is more than just a matter of having some free time. More than once have you been seen walking into Scandals. That's a bar, Anderson. You're not even old enough to come there," one of the other Council members said and a low murmuring spread throughout the room.

It was true. He and Kurt had been to Scandals a lot over the past few weeks. They came there early to have a drink and talk to some of the other guys there. Kurt was teaching Blaine how to play pool and they had found fun in the way people were staring jealously at Blaine whenever Kurt was kissing him or touching him. They were never asked for ID because Kurt was known there, and now Blaine was known as Kurt's boyfriend.

"Yeah. So what? Kurt and I come there to hang out and play pool, that's all. I don't get drunk or anything."

It seemed like most of the Warblers flinched by the mention of Kurt and Blaine didn't like it. His nerves were starting to turn into irritation. They had no right to snoop in his privacy like that.

The murmuring grew to a little louder talk between the members and all Blaine heard was "Kurt" and "boyfriend" and "bad influence". He wanted to stand up and tell them to mind their own business but he was shocked by the way they apparently had been talking behind their backs.

"I will have order!" The Leader of The Council demanded and hammered aggressively to pull people's focus back. Everyone returned to whispering before the room turned quiet.

"It's just that… we're worried about you, Blaine. You hardly ever pay attention in class anymore because you're always focused on your phone, you forget our choreography and I swear I saw Mr. Michelson sent you a warning look when we were handed back our reports the other day. You always get top grades in every class. And if you're lying to your parents…" Nick tried with hopelessness filling his entire presence. He really didn't wanna do this either.

"This is about Kurt. It's simply because you don't like me being with Kurt, right?" Blaine burst out. He was now sitting on the edge of his seat and he could feel that adrenaline was slowly getting ready.

"It's not that - we really want you to be happy. We really do. It's just that all of these things started when you began seeing him. We're not saying that… we just feel like he's a bad influence on you. You're a good guy, Blaine," someone behind him said, but he didn't even bother to look who it was.

Blaine got to his feet and looked around the room. This room had been his other home ever since he had been driven out of his old school. These guys had welcomed him in when he didn't have anybody else. These guys were his friends, his other family - at least he thought they were. Now he didn't really feel that way.

"So I'm a good guy and he's not? Is that? You want me to break up with him so I don't screw up your choreography?" Blaine exclaimed.

Deep down he knew that they were only doing this out of concern. That it was because they were worried about what consequences it could have for him if he kept skipping classes and didn't pay attention. Actually, it was the exact same concerns he had for Kurt.

"No. We're not saying that you should break up with him. We're just saying that… maybe you should consider putting a bit more effort into your school and obligations instead of, you know - being with him all the time. He doesn't exactly have a good reputation, he might hurt you, and you've been through so much already -" Trent tried carefully, clearly nervous that he was crossing the line.

"Kurt loves me, okay? Remember what I told about the night we got together? He saved my life! He would never hurt me. We have our differences, but that's all -"

"I - I saw you at the free clinic some time ago. I've heard that he's - been around. Did he get you sick? Do you have some sort of creepy STD now? Is it serious? You're not going to die are you?" Jeff blabbered out. He obviously regretted his words instantly. He fell back in his seat and looked like he wanted to apologize.

Blaine rushed to his feet in horror. He couldn't believe what they were thinking about him. How could they actually say these things. He headed for the door, sure that if he stayed he would say something he would regret later - he just couldn't stand being there right now.

"And just for your information - I love Kurt as well, alright? I thought you guys were my friends. I thought we were supposed to support each other not… bitch about each other," he said with a disgusted face before he turned on his heel and marched down the hallway.

xXx

The Lima Bean was comfortably chill from their excellent air conditioning. Blaine really enjoyed that since he was dying from the heat in his Dalton uniform. His ice coffee was a good help for his headache and he wished that he didn't have a music lesson in half an hour. He really wasn't prepared to be anywhere where he had to be nice to anyone.

For a moment he considered dropping it and go to the gym instead, but he figured he had to do it or he would have to listen to more complaints in school the next day.

His shock of the Warbler-vention had gradually developed into anger. He was mad that they felt that they had a right to even do it. They hadn't exactly been supportive of his relationship with Kurt. When he had told them that he had got a boyfriend they had all been excited and congratulated him - when they heard that his boyfriend was Kurt most of them turned awkward. Their faces dropped and they started fidgeting around with other stuff. They had clearly heard about Kurt before.

Blaine tried telling himself that he didn't care, but it was a lie. He did care. He cared a lot. The looks on their faces and the concern in their voices made him feel sick. Of course he was aware that they were doing it because they cared about him, but it didn't make him feel any less sick because he knew that apparently all of them had been discussing it behind his back for quite some time now, and not one of them had mentioned anything to him.

And that they actually felt that way about his relationship with Kurt, that they actually wanted him to consider taking a break from Kurt - he couldn't stand the thought. He wondered how they would feel if he suggested that one of them were to break up with their girlfriend. Would the others just go along with that then?

xXx

The boy he had for vocal lessons this afternoon was a bit distracted so luckily his mom asked for only doing 30 minutes. When he left the house he was relieved, but his headache had got worse. He knew he had promised Kurt to come over when he was done but he wasn't in the mood for hanging out at the tire shop.

He drove there nonetheless and sat for a moment in his car before finally convincing himself to get out. As he crossed the parking lot he could see Kurt walking around in his torn jeans, a greasy tank top, worn out converse and aviators hanging from his pocket. His hair was looking messy and as Blaine came closer he could see that the sun had spread more freckles than usual over his nose.

"Hey there, sexy. Is this an invitation for playing?" Kurt smirked and grabbed around his tie when he saw Blaine. He pressed his lips to Blaine's and grabbed his lower lip between his teeth before smiling against his face.

"I love it when you wear this. So hot," he teased and tugged a little more on the tie.

"Hey you," Blaine said, forcing a smile out. Kurt seemed to be in a good mood and he didn't want to bring him down. He wanted to be happy and enjoy their time together.

"Are you okay, cute-face?" Kurt asked and released his tie. He took a step back and let his eyes eat up Blaine's face. His forehead lined up and his eyebrows furrowed a little.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it. You look good today," he lied and tried steering the conversation in another direction. He crossed the asphalt and peeked inside to see what Kurt had been doing when he came.

A big, old-school Cadillac had all windows, lights and mirrors covered in plastic and tape. The paint was partially worn off and Blaine was sure Kurt had been getting ready for painting. He wondered if Kurt would be the one doing that, if he had some artistic skills he hadn't revealed to Blaine.

"Why are you lying to me? Don't think I can't see when something is nagging you," Kurt said sharply. When Blaine turned around his arms were crossed over his chest and his lips were pursed. He definitely wasn't amused. He had cocked his chin up the way he always did when he expected a fight coming up, and his eyes were hard. He wasn't going to let this go before he knew what was going on.

"It's really stupid. I'm not feeling that well. I think I'm just gonna go home. I'll text you later," Blaine sighed and started walking towards his car.

He couldn't tell Kurt what his friends had said about him. He couldn't tell him that he had a reputation of being loose. That his friends had accused Kurt of ruining everything for Blaine that way.

Kurt's footsteps were coming closer behind him and Blaine hadn't expected anything else. When he was by his car he turned around and was faced with an annoyed expression covering Kurt's face. He stopped when Blaine was trapped between him and the car and put his hands on his hips.

"Don't just walk away from me. If something is bothering you then tell me. Did I do something?" He said, and Blaine could see in his eyes that he was nervous that this was about him, that he might have stepped out of line without knowing it.

"No. You didn't do anything, I swear. I just don't feel like hanging out here today, that's all." It was stupid that he was lying, he knew that - and it wasn't because he wanted to. He was going to tell him, just not now when it would only spoil his mood.

"Baby, I could just close this up and we could home. Do you wanna do that? I can always finish this another day," Kurt asked and let a finger crook itself into Blaine's.

"You are - the best boyfriend - ever," Blaine smiled and punctuated his words with chaste kisses to Kurt's lips.

"But I think I really just need to get home, take a shower and forget about the world for a moment," Blaine said apologetically and tugged a little tighter around Kurt's finger.

He couldn't believe that he was actually turning down those gorgeous blue eyes. Kurt's face transformed from annoyed to worried and sad. His pursed lips turned into a pout and his eyes went big and glassy.

"Alright. Okay. Will you be okay? I don't like it when something is wrong with you," he said and let all of his fingers fall in between Blaine's. He kept Blaine's eyes locked with his and brushed a lock away from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Yeah. I think I just need some time to get rid of my headache. You're so sweet though," he assured him and tried avoiding his gaze to keep the guilt to a minimum.

"I'll text you later. Don't worry about me." He feigned a smile and kissed Kurt before getting into his car so he could drive home.

xXx

It really did help to shower. The water had really soothed out the worst of his headache and he felt like he could take a round with his homework. He collected his books and his laptop and sat in the kitchen. He loved doing his homework in the kitchen because it reminded him of his childhood where the hardest of his worries were whether Cooper was in a bad mood or not.

"Hey. I thought you were with friends today," his mom said confused when she entered the kitchen. After putting her purse down she came over to sit next to him offering him a bottle of water.

"Are you okay? You look sick, honey -"

Concerned mother-mode was full on, he could feel it and he was not up for it. He missed the time when he told his mom everything, but if he was to tell her about what had happened in school he would have to tell her about Kurt as well.

"Yeah. I just started feeling a little bad in school, but I'm better now. Don't worry about it," he lied and accepted her kiss on his cheek.

He texted Kurt that he still wasn't all good but a little better and thanked him for being so understanding. He apologized for dropping out on their date and promised to make it up to him somehow. He wasn't sure what he meant about that but he made a mental note to figure something out. Kurt was cute; he told him to get better and said that if he wanted he would call him later before ending his text with a few X's.

Blaine continued with his homework while chatting randomly with his mom. She was rummaging around the kitchen to cook dinner and he nearly felt like things were back to before he felt like he had to hide things from her.

"Mom, I… do you ever think it's weird that I'm gay?" Blaine asked when he closed his computer and laid over the table to rest his head on it. He wasn't sure why he was asking but now that he had he was really curious to hear her answer.

"What? No. Why would I do that?" She asked. She stopped chopping vegetables and turned around to stare confounded at him.

"I don't know. I just figured that… maybe sometimes you could hope that I would come home with a girl instead of a guy, that's all -" he shrugged.

"Blaine, I thought we discussed this," she sighed and put down her knife. She dried her hands in a dishtowel and crossed the kitchen to sit down next to him.

He turned his head, still resting his cheek on his laptop, to have a better look at her. Sometimes he found it incredible how beautiful of a woman his mom was. He couldn't believe that she was only a lawyer when a face like that could have taken her anywhere in the world. When he looked at photos from she was young he always imagined that she could have been whatever she wanted, because she held the combination of brain, beauty and humor that was rarely seen openly in women in the circles she grew up in.

"Yes. There once was a time when I was dying to have a daughter-in-law that I could take shopping and get manicures with - but hopefully one day Cooper will get me that. And who knows, maybe you'll get me a son-in-law I can do those things with… for now I'll just do that with my friends - and you every now and then." She smiled and tilted her head in that way only his mom could do without making him feel like he was being patronized.

"Are you sure? Do you ever think of what it would be like for you - for me to have… you know, a boyfriend?" Blaine asked and tried imagining Kurt in a nail salon or Kurt arm-in-arm with his mom on a shopping spree, and he nearly giggled by the thought - now, there was an image he would never get to see.

His mom looked pensive. Like she was really turning over the question to weigh her answer carefully. Blaine couldn't figure out if he saw that as a good or a bad sign, but he appreciated how serious she was taking the conversation.

"Yes. I do. And I'm really scared. I'm scared that I will mess it all up and be completely terrible. I'm scared that I will do all the things I shouldn't do and embarrass you in front of this… boy, that will be so important to you. But as to whether I will feel weird about it - not at all. I really don't think so. Sure, it might be odd for me to see my beautiful son holding the hand of another boy, and look at another boy with hearts in his eyes. But baby don't think I could ever feel uncomfortable about it. If the boy you will take home one day makes you happy he will make me happy," she assured him with big weary eyes.

Blaine didn't know why, but suddenly he felt on the edge of tears. He couldn't stop himself from sitting up and pull his mom into a hug. He felt overwhelmed by this revelation, but he also felt guilty. He couldn't stop this chaos of feelings running around inside of him and he knew that they were on the tip of his tongue waiting to blabber out.

"Thank you, mom," was all he settled for saying, and he knew that he could never express his gratitude properly anyway, regardless of how much he said.

"Why are you suddenly asking this? Is this about the boy you were -" She started asking but Blaine hurried to stop her.

"No. It's just… I was just curious. Thank you. I think I really needed to hear that," he smiled at her and started fumbling with the label on his bottle.

"You would tell me if there was anything, right?" She asked one last time before she stood up and headed back to the counter.

"Of course," he lied and was happy she wasn't looking at him. He seriously needed to figure this out soon.

xXx

His mom didn't mention anything over dinner, which was a good thing because he definitely wasn't ready to have this conversation with his dad. He had a feeling that he wouldn't have quite the same approach to the subject as his mom had.

Luckily his dad was in a good mood. He had been driving by the tire shop again and Blaine's blood froze over when he mentioned it, but apparently all he had seen was Blaine taking in the sight of the taped up car Kurt had been working on, and Kurt walking around looking over what he needed - at least that was Blaine's dad's version, Blaine was pretty sure what Kurt had been looking over was his ass in his uniform slacks.

After dinner Blaine helped his mom cleaning the kitchen and sat down to have a cup of coffee with her before heading for his room. He figured that he wouldn't sweat anymore over his homework for the day so he thought he was allowed to disconnect his brain and watch some TV instead. When nothing caught his attention he put on Moulin Rouge with the thought that it wouldn't matter if he fell asleep to it.

He only reached 20 minutes into the movie before there was a knock on his door. He paused the movie and sat up, a little confused since no one ever really came to see him in his room.

"Blaine. There's a boy at the door asking for you. I said he could just come in but he said that he didn't want to interrupt but he just had something for you," his mom said when she opened the door.

Blaine was confused. Was Puck back? He really hoped Kurt hadn't done anything stupid, or that he was back to being a mess again.

He assured his mom that he would come down and zipped a hoodie over his t-shirt. Suddenly he was very aware of the fact that he was in his sweatpants and an old Dalton t-shirt. He hurried down the stairs and felt his heart jump when he came down in the hall.

Kurt was waiting for him. He had clearly been home to shower because his hair was in its usual flow, he was wearing his black studded boots, black jeans and a white, tight blouse under his leather jacket.

"I know you said you just wanted to be alone, I just… I was worried, so I figured I'd drop by with this. But I promise I'll leave you alone now. I - I just don't like it when you're not feeling well," Kurt shrugged and handed Blaine a bottle of vitamin D water with elder flower - his favorite.

Kurt pulled a plate of white chocolate and a rolled up magazine from the inner pocket of his jacket. He handed it to Blaine with a sheepish smile.

"I know how much you love this stuff, and I just hoped it would cheer you up a bit," he said awkwardly. He was staring around the hall like he wasn't really sure what to do about himself. He kept speaking very low as if he was afraid to be heard and Blaine appreciated the gesture since he had no idea where his dad was in the house.

"That is so - Kurt, you didn't have to do that," Blaine smiled and had to stop himself from kissing him right in the middle of where his parents could come and see them.

"I know, but I wanted to. I'm just gonna…" he said and started turning around to reach for the doorknob.

"Wait… wanna come up? You don't have to leave," Blaine invited as he unrolled the magazine. It was the newest issue of Nylon. He wasn't sure how Kurt knew that, but Nylon was definitely on the top of the list of his favorite magazines.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna intrude, or make you feel like you have to be with me, I just wanted to help you get better -"

"Kurt, come on. I will get better if you go upstairs and watch a movie with me, okay?" He assured him and wished that he could hold out his hand for Kurt to take it.

Kurt smiled and Blaine saw his eyes going for his lips, but fortunately he had sense enough to hold himself back. It was almost like Kurt was changed, like he wasn't his bad, going-for-menacing self, but more the guy under the surface, the guy Blaine so often had hoped to see. Just a boy meeting his boyfriend's parents for the first time - except they had no idea what the real nature of their relationship was.

It was strange to have his parents in the house while Kurt was there. The other times Kurt had been there they hadn't even been in town, and now they were only in the next room. They walked down the hall and Blaine hoped they wouldn't stumble into any of his parents on the way - naturally his wish wasn't granted.

"Blaine? Are you going back upstairs?" His mom asked as they passed the kitchen door and he knew that he had to go back to face her.

He carefully appeared in the door opening and he could feel that Kurt had no idea what to do about himself which he didn't blame him the slightest for.

"Yeah. Kurt is staying for a movie so we're just gonna… you know, go to my room," Blaine shrugged hoping it would be enough to satisfy her curiosity.

Of course not.

"Well, are you planning on introducing me to your friend?" She teased, and Blaine knew that she was only teasing. She was probably expecting that Kurt was already upstairs, but before he realized it Kurt was next to him in the door opening.

"Hi. Mrs. Anderson," he stammered awkwardly and Blaine felt his entire face flame.

Kurt had just, completely polite and appropriately, introduced himself to his mom. Never in a million years would Blaine have thought this day would ever come - especially not so soon.

His mom hurried across the kitchen floor to stretch out her hand. Kurt quickly accepted and shook her hand, following all the rules of being a gentleman and Blaine was afraid a squeal might slip his mouth because the entire situation was way too surreal.

"Mom, I think we're just gonna… you know, go upstairs," Blaine stammered and hoped she couldn't see how flushed his face was or noticed the wide grin he was struggling to hold back.

"Alright. Have fun, boys," she cheered and winked at Kurt before she returned to whatever she had been doing.

Blaine hurried up the stairs, on the edge of scared to look at Kurt after the embarrassing encounter that had been his mom.

The second they were in Blaine's room and the door was closed Kurt grabbed Blaine's face to kiss him. Blaine dropped everything he had in his hands on the bed behind him and let himself into the act. He quickly got Kurt's jacket pushed off so he had better access to holding around him while Kurt hummed into his mouth.

The second they broke apart Blaine pressed his lips together to not scream from his happiness. Kurt smiled crookedly at him and kicked off his boots before crawling onto the bed. He padded on the bedspread next to him in indication for Blaine to join him.

"I'm sorry about that. That was really - awkward. My mom is a bit…"

"Your mom is cool. I like her. And she's really pretty - no wonder you're so gorgeous," Kurt chuckled as Blaine crawled across the bed to sit next to him.

"Yeah, she's really something," Blaine said a little embarrassed.

"What are we watching?" Kurt asked, and Blaine was caught off guard by the sudden change of subject. Suddenly Blaine wished that he had chosen something other than Moulin Rouge when he had decided what to watch.

"Uhm… Moulin Rouge - I really like the music." He blushed and was glad that the only light in the room was from the TV.

"You're such a softie. You're adorable. Come here and lie with me," Kurt grinned and made room for Blaine to lie so he could rest his head on Kurt's shoulder.

Blaine turned on the movie and folded his arm around Kurt's waist. The way Kurt was clenching around his shoulders made him feel safe and loved, and he was pretty sure the world had completely disappeared around them.

"Are you planning on telling me what was wrong earlier?" Kurt asked softly after a little time where they had done nothing but watch the screen. He placed a kiss on Blaine's hair and brushed a hand up and down his back.

Blaine's stomach took a roll. He had finally forgot about it. Now it all came streaming back to him and all of his frustrations took over. He squeezed as hard around Kurt's waist as possible. He buried his nose in Kurt's chest and took a deep breath before forcing himself to letting it out.

"It's really stupid -"

"I know. You said that. But if it was stupid it wouldn't make you so damn upset," Kurt objected.

"It was today in school… I came to Warblers practice and everyone was just acting weird. And it turned out they were all - I know they're just worried about me, but I really felt sort of betrayed -"

He knew that to Kurt he probably wasn't making any sense. He was just rambling around. He simply couldn't bring himself to tell Kurt the things they had said about him.

"What did they say to you, baby?" Kurt's voice was soft and patient and filled with concern.

"Basically they want me to break up with you. They say that I've started to fall behind in school and that I'm acting weird, that I'm not myself and they say it's because of you - and then one of the guys said he'd seen us at the clinic and then they all thought you had given me all kinds of weird diseases and asked if I was going to die. And they said some really mean things about you - and Kurt, I just couldn't listen to it," Blaine blabbered out and before he could stop it tears were welling out of his eyes.

It was like all the frustrations and all the anger he had forced himself to hold back when he had been sitting in the practice room took over and he couldn't get away.

Kurt hurried to sit up behind him and let his hands softly cup Blaine's face. His thumbs brushed the tears carefully away and his eyes were piercing into Blaine's, holding them locked with his own.

"I just - I thought they were my friends, that I could count on them. And now they're -" Blaine cried and rested his face in Kurt's hand, only now realizing how immensely exhausted he was after this long and painful day.

"Baby, sweetie - listen, if they can't accept that you wanna be with me then screw them. I wanna be with you, and just because some clones in a crappy rich-kid school doesn't like me I don't give a fuck. All I care about is you, and I won't let them hurt you. You want me to kick their asses? I bet you could beat all of them up yourself," Kurt cooed and gave him a trying smile.

"That's the point - I don't want to kick their ass or anything. They're my friends. I want them to be happy for me. I want them to - see how amazing you are, and how happy you make me," Blaine sniffled, glad that his tears had stopped before he turned into a sobbing mess.

Kurt let his arms drift down around his shoulders so he could hug him. This was exactly what he had been needing all day; Kurt's arms to make him feel safe and loved. Kurt's arms to make him feel that nothing else mattered. Kurt's arms to make him forget the world.

"Seriously, babe. If they treat you like that either they're really worried about you, or they're some real assholes. Just… relax. But don't think for a second I would let you go without a fight -" Kurt said as he laid back against the pillows.

"I'm not breaking up with you. It's not gonna happen, so don't worry about that," Blaine sighed, still trying to get back to normal after his embarrassingly lame outburst.

"Oh I'm not worried. You love me, you're not going anywhere -" Kurt grinned and drew a heavy breath. He looked tired and for a moment Blaine considering asking him to stay for the night - he knew that his parents would never allow it, but he figured they could just pretend they had fallen asleep during the movie.

"That's true. I'm not going anywhere -" Blaine agreed and fell back to the pillows.

They locked their hands and sat as close as possible while watching the last bit of the movie. That would be Kurt was watching the last bit of the movie, Blaine was watching Kurt. He was astounded by how beautiful he was. By how his features managed to go so soft and delicate now they were hidden in the dark of his room and Kurt seemed to have forgotten that he had a reputation to keep up.

"Kurt - are you crying?" Blaine asked as he noticed Kurt's eyes go moist as they watched Satine fall to the floor on the screen. He couldn't believe it. He moved so close to Kurt that his lips were nearly grazing over his skin. He kissed his cheek and a stunned smile filled his face.

"Crying? Pft… No!" Kurt objected in a thick voice before he looked away.

Blaine knew that he was lying. He had been crying. He was crying. Kurt was crying over a movie, not just any movie; one of Blaine's favorite movies.

He stretched up to press a kiss to Kurt's lips and was relieved when Kurt returned the action. They sunk down on the bed and entangled their limbs in each other as the credits rolled over the screen.

"Seasons may change

Winter to spring

But I will love you until the end of time…"

Blaine sang quietly against Kurt's lips as he watched Kurt's closed eyes and felt his breathing ghost over his lips. Kurt's eyes flickered open and Blaine could swear his cheeks had turned slightly pink.

"You're such a cunt," Kurt whispered, but Blaine knew that it was in the most loving of ways ever. His eyes were glistening and filled with stars. The credits ended and the room fell completely dark around them.

It was time for Kurt to leave. As much as Blaine didn't want him to leave his bed ever there really was no way he was going to wait until his mom came and told Kurt that he had to go. As if Kurt had read his mind he pressed his lips softly against Blaine before he sat up with heavy movements.

"Will you come see me after school tomorrow?" He asked as he started pulling on his boots.

"Are you going to school tomorrow?" Blaine asked, hoping it would make Kurt at least consider it. He was so close to his senior year exams, and Blaine figured that if he could only keep him going for a few more weeks he might even be able to get him out of high school alive.

"Are you gonna blackmail me into going to school for the rest of my life?" Kurt rolled his eyes and dragged his jacket on.

"Only until you're out of high school. It's not so long, you'll make it. After that I promise I'll let it go -" Blaine assured him and got off the bed.

"You know I never really thought I could find sweats so fucking sexy - but somehow you make it work," Kurt sighed and demonstrated just exactly how much elasticity the waistband of Blaine's sweats held.

"I think you can make anything work. Or maybe I'm just really horny for you." His voice was nearly just a breathing now, his eyes piercing into Blaine's.

"I think it's the last one," Blaine gulped.

It was now. It was nearly 10.30 and Blaine knew that if he didn't get Kurt out of the door soon his mom would come banging on the door and he definitely didn't have any plans of that happening so he pressed his body against Kurt's with his arms locked around his neck so he could have one last kiss.

"You're really good at that. We should do that more often," Kurt grinned and walked towards the door with heavy steps.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I just need to get to the gym. If not I'll get fat and you won't want me anymore -" Blaine grinned.

"Shut up. You won't get fat - if you get fat I'll whip you to the gym. I can always use the whip for other things after," Kurt laughed and opened the door.

Blaine walked him to the door. Before he left Blaine carefully squeezed his hand around Kurt's and smiled softly at him, hoping he would ever find a way to express how grateful he was for Kurt actually loving him and being there whenever he needed it.

After Kurt had closed the door and Blaine had to face that he wasn't coming back tonight he locked up and headed for the living room to say goodnight to his parents. He quickly hurried to brush his teeth and change into his pajamas so he could sink under his covers and bury his nose in the scent of Kurt.

He was just on the edge of falling asleep when there was a knock on the door. He rushed his eyes open, a quick thought that maybe Kurt was back anyway sneaking into his head but was pushed out again just as fast it had entered, before he called whoever had knocked.

"Are you asleep, sweetie? Can I come in for a moment?" His mom asked as she showed in the door.

This was strange. His mom never came to his room after he had gone to bed. Well, his mom usually didn't come to his room, but lately it felt like she was starting to make a habit of it. He nodded and rubbed his eyes before turning to lie so there was room for her to sit down.

"Why didn't you just tell me that you have a boyfriend?" She asked.

"I don't - he's not -"

"Blaine. I saw the way you looked at him. And the way he looked at you. Don't think a mom won't see when her son is in love." She shook her head. She wasn't angry, she wasn't even disappointed. She merely wanted to let him know that she knew.

"Have you said anything to dad?" Blaine settled for asking, not seeing any point in arguing and lying. His mom had seen that he was in love with Kurt, and that Kurt was in love with him.

"No. I think we should wait for the right time, don't you think?" She asked and drew a heavy breath.

"Thanks mom. Thank you," Blaine said relieved and squeezed his mom's hand on the bedspread between them. It felt like the world had just melted off his chest and shoulders. He could breathe a little more freely in his own home again.

"He's cute. You really could have told me. If I had known you would run off with such a babe I would have kicked you out to fall in love a little sooner," she laughed and Blaine cringed.

"Mom, really - my… boyfriend," Blaine said and rolled his eyes. It definitely was weird to hear his mom call Kurt "a babe". He seriously hoped he wouldn't hear that some time again soon.

"I'll let you sleep now. Just… don't keep secrets from me again, Blaine. And please don't lie to me. You used to tell me everything that was going on in your life - I really miss that," she said and kissed his cheek before going for the door.

"I promise, mom" Blaine yawned and hoped she was planning on letting him sleep soon.

"Good. And I expect to hear all about him. So sweet! Now, goodnight sweetheart."

And she left. Finally she left. And Blaine could squeal into his pillow from the thought that his mom finally knew about his boyfriend, about him being in love, about who he was in love with.