Why hadn't Kurt as much as called him? He had promised that it wouldn't be the last time he would see him and he had promised that he could come visit him - but Kurt was so flighty and lived so much in the moment, so what if he had completely forgot all about Blaine? Out of sight out of mind.

Blaine had been sitting on the floor next to the phone reading comic books all day, but not a sound from Kurt, and he couldn't even call him, because he didn't have his number, and he had long ago realized that he didn't even know Kurt's last name so he couldn't just look it up.

The clock turned 6pm and he figured that if Kurt wasn't going to call him he might as well go to bed and read until he fell asleep. There was no purpose in him sitting on the floor looking at the phone every other minute, waiting for it to ring when it clearly wasn't planning on it.

He got up from his spot and kicked the leg of the little table that held the phone before he turned up the stairs.

Maybe it had been the last time he had seen Kurt. Maybe Kurt had changed his mind and didn't want to see him again. Maybe it was too complicated to be with someone who couldn't tell his family or friends. Maybe Kurt had found out that he could do better. Or maybe he hadn't believed him when he said that he wasn't going to military school. Or maybe he simply had forgotten all about him because he had found a new adventure.

Blaine crashed his head against the tiles of the bathroom wall while brushing his teeth. He had fought the thoughts away so strongly for the past two days, but now it was too much and they all came crashing in on him. All of his worst fears and frightening theories explaining why Kurt hadn't called or showed up after he had left four days earlier was racing around his brain.

Four days. That's almost a week, Blaine thought to himself and pulled a grimace in the mirror before he spat out a stream of water when the door bell rang.

Blaine almost choked in the water remaining in his mouth before he dried off his face with the back of his hand and ran down the stairs to the door.

"Hey there," Kurt hazed as soon as Blaine got the door open.

Ugh. Why did he have to look so gorgeous right when Blaine should be mad at him for not giving a sound for almost a week. It wasn't fair play.

"Hey. You're alive?" was all Blaine could think to say without sounding too angry or too happy - he didn't want to start a fight, but he still wanted Kurt to know that he had been worried sick.

"Yeah. Shouldn't I be?" Kurt asked confounded with his brows furrowing and the tiny well-known lines forming over his forehead.

He was wearing his usual tight jeans, a pair of converse and a black leather jacket. Needless to mention his perfect James Dean hair, and the dimples showing even though he wasn't even smiling.

"It's just… you left four days ago, and I haven't heard a word from you since. I was starting to fear that…" but he stopped. He couldn't get himself to speak the words. What if Kurt got mad that he could even think such things about him?

"What, Blaine? What did you fear?" Kurt inquired, suddenly sounding different than Blaine had ever him, and his eyes seemed hard.

"That maybe you had changed your mind. About me -" he burst out, deciding it was better to get it out than to circle around it and make everything awkward and uncomfortable between them.

Kurt pushed Blaine hard away with his shoulder and stepped around him into the house where he grabbed the door out of Blaine's hand and slammed it behind him. Then he grabbed around Blaine's hips and forced him against door to kiss him aggressively, his lips moving determined and his tongue strong and hard against Blaine's.

"Is that answer enough?" Kurt asked as he let go.

Blaine had to take a second to find his breathing and shake his brain in place again so he could regain control of his voice after the kiss. That was so hot and in the same time worrying.

"I could never change my mind about you. I actually came here to ask if you wanted to come to my house tomorrow. You need to trust yourself enough to trust that I want you - because I do. I wanna be with you," Kurt said and let his hands on Blaine's hips go from forcefully to soft, a cold thumb sneaking its way under his t-shirt.

"I am so sorry that I haven't been… accessible. When I got home my dad was thrilled, and it was all good - but his heart is bad, so I thought that I would put all of my focus into being with him now that I had finally got home. And just… a lot of family things. I am so sorry. Please forgive me," Kurt explained talking very fast and high pitched, almost like he had rehearsed the speech in his head multiple times.

"It's okay. I just… I got worried. But it doesn't matter now - live in the moment, right? We are in the moment right now," Blaine smiled at him, before he let his hands around to Kurt's back.

"Just listen to you - how far way you have come. Be in the moment. That's true," Kurt nodded at him. All of the lines on his face had disappeared and his brows were completely back where they belonged.

"But… your house. You want me to go to your house tomorrow?" Blaine continued as it hit him that Kurt had actually invited him over - and that he had walked from one end of town to the other just to invite him over the next day.

"Yeah. If you want to. I was thinking that we could meet in front of the library, and we could go to my house together. There's not really anything to do there. I don't have a gramophone, or a guitar, or anything really - but there we could be together," he said with his eyelashes flashing and his lips still glistening from their kiss.

"I would love that. It sounds great. I'm sure your house is lovely," Blaine assured him and leaned in to place a gentle peck on his lips, feeling Kurt's thumb grow a little stronger against the bared flesh on his hip.

"Cool. I'll see you tomorrow then. I guess -" Kurt whispered and reached his hand out to grab around the doorknob next to Blaine, and for a brief second Blaine considered asking him to stay the night - but he knew that it wouldn't be any good, and his father would flip if he found out, and Kurt probably had to go home to his dad.

So he stayed with the door open and watched as Kurt walked out the driveway and disappeared down the sidewalk in the dark before he closed the door and walked to his room.

He didn't fall on his bed to read comic books, instead he picked up his guitar and played whatever crossed his mind while he watched the trees outside his window sway in the wind and the fallen leaves fly around like lost children.

Kurt was sitting on the wet steps to the library when Blaine came. He was wearing a black pair of jeans, the same blue converse and the same leather jacket he had been wearing the previous day, and Blaine's heart made an individual decision to start with a jump rope in his chest as he stood up and smiled at him.

They didn't say anything, not even a simple hi was exchanged, but Kurt got to his feet and started walking in the opposite direction of the one Blaine had come from, and naturally Blaine followed without any questions.

As they walked Blaine couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to take a step to the right so he could be closer to Kurt, or stretch out his arm and take Kurt's hand - but it wouldn't go. They couldn't do that where there were people. People who would whisper about them only to tell Blaine's dad.

After 15 minutes walk Kurt led them up the driveway of a white house with a neat front garden. For some reason it wasn't what Blaine had expected, but when he thought about it he really didn't know what he had expected.

Kurt unlocked the door and they entered in silence. They left their shoes in the hall and walked through a small living room to come to a staircase they proceeded to climb, where they went into a room that Blaine could guess to be Kurt's.

The room held a bed in the corner, a bookcase and a desk with drawings all over it. Drawings were covering the walls too - peace signs and doves and anti nuclear symbols. Leaves and trees and flowers.

But the thing that caught Blaine's attention like a bolt of lightning was the poster next to the bed. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Not only that, but next to the bed was a wooden box with records that looked all new - like they hadn't even been out of their covers. Which wasn't hard to imagine, because when Blaine looked around the room one extra time he couldn't see a gramophone anywhere. Just like Kurt had said.

Blaine's heart felt like it grew a size by the sight of those things that would probably mean nothing to Kurt, but meant everything to him - and now they apparently meant something to Kurt too.

"I wanna have a picture with you. I… I came to think that, when I didn't know if you were going here or back to Washington, I don't have a picture of you. But I want one. I wanna be able to see your face even when you aren't with me. And it would be so much better if that picture could be of us. Together -" Blaine turned to burst out, not having any idea why he was saying that now, and not knowing how he could possibly have forgotten about it.

Kurt smiled, and let his hand slide into Blaine's to squeeze it. His eyes were smiling, and even though the room was tiny, Blaine felt so free that they might as well have been on an empty stadium or on open sea.

Kurt took his jacket and hung it over the chair at the desk, before he took off his own, and hung it into a closet that was built into the wall. Under the leather jacket he was wearing a light blue shirt tugged into his jeans, the three upper buttons open and the top of a white shirt showing under it with the collar cut low enough to show of his collarbone when he moved.

"It's not really much. I told you it was boring. Compared to your room at least -" Kurt apologized in a humble tone, with a flushed face and dry lips from the howling wind outside.

He shot a quick glance around his little room, before he looked to Blaine, waiting for his verdict.

"No. I love it," Blaine exclaimed truthfully. He wanted to run over to kiss the poster of The Beatles on the wall, and go through all of the records, but instead he carefully sat down on the bed, waiting for what was to happen next.

He leaned against the wall so he could take in the sight of the sketches that was almost covering the wallpaper, wondering if Kurt had made them.

Kurt crossed the floor in a few steps and placed a knee on each side of Blaine so he could sit down on him, surprising Blaine with the new position. Kurt cupped his face and leaned down so he could kiss him passionately, but in a dozy way that let all movements of their lips feel deep and burning in a way that made Blaine lose breath and his head cloud up.

He let his palms slide up Kurt's back to feel the soft cotton of his shirt, feeling how cold he was from being outside. He wished that he could warm him up to protect him from the aching of cold muscles and skin. Even his lips felt dry and rasp from being abused by the cold.

"You're amazing," Blaine uttered as their lips parted and Kurt pulled his torso into a close embrace. He felt Kurt rub his cheek against his curls and Blaine felt his own lips and skin like they were about to tear open from a mix of freezing on the outside and flaming on the inside from Kurt's closeness.

"I missed you," Kurt stammered with his arms still locked around Blaine's neck.

The room smelled like Kurt - not like the scent of summer rain that always was around him, but in another, unexplainable way like Kurt. As if his presence had its own scent, and this was it. The same way Blaine's room had smelled when Kurt had been there.

For a split second Blaine got the urge to fling himself to lie down on the bed and bore his nose into the pillow and the sheets, because the fragrance from them had to be intoxicating. The thought led Blaine to think that falling asleep and waking up surrounded by hat scent had to give the best, most comforting sleep ever - only triumphed by falling asleep and waking up with Kurt in his arms, of course.

"I missed you too," Blaine responded, squeezing him closer, feeling that no matter how close they got it could never be enough.

Even though it was early afternoon the room was dark because of the gray sky and the dimmed light from the lamp on the ceiling, and Blaine imagined that during the nights it would be completely black and comfortable.

He wondered if he would ever get to experience Kurt's room at night, to sleep there and be sucked in by the darkness folding around him like a protecting blanket.

"Come here," Kurt crooned and moved to softly push Blaine to lie down on the bed, Kurt still on top, now sitting on his hips.

He ran his fingers up and down Blaine's chest and arms, with a smile that indicated a mix of satisfaction and mystery. How could it be that Kurt knew him better than he knew himself, and he felt like he knew Kurt so well - and yet sometimes it was like he didn't know anything about his thoughts at all? He would always surprise him, and when Blaine expected him to do something he would do the opposite.

"You're letting your hair grow back. That makes me happy. I like that," he said, with his fingers lightly brushing over Blaine's curls.

"I know you do," Blaine smiled, letting his hands brush up and down Kurt's thighs. He was well aware that Kurt loved his curls - the wilder the better.

"My father will probably try to get me to cut it off again. I guess it's my immature way of showing him that I won't let him send me away." The thought was saddening. He still had no idea how to get out of that issue, and the day where he was to take the bus with the other kids going to the military school was coming closer.

"Finn is coming back on Friday," Kurt said out of the blue. Blaine couldn't really decide if the look on his face was sad or excited. He wanted to ask, but if he was sad he didn't want to upset him by digging into the reason.

"His girlfriend, Rachel, is coming over and we'll be having this ridiculous party. Celebrating how he's a big killer and all -"

Kurt dumped down on the bed next to Blaine, no question now that he was deeply troubled by his brother's return.

"But it's gonna be good to see him. See that he's okay, and that he's alive, won't it?" Blaine tried, desperate to take Kurt's mind off the fact that his brother had turned into a killer in his eyes. He didn't want that for Kurt, because he could feel that he really cared about Finn.

"But all of those people whose homes he's stolen - they aren't okay. He's been out trashing and killing and now he's returning to be celebrated as a hero. It's not right," Kurt pouted with a look of despair in his eyes.

Affection filled Blaine - it was incredible how much Kurt cared, how compassionate he was.

"Then don't be there. I mean - I think you should say hi to him, and welcome him home, but… if you don't want to celebrate what he's done then just don't be there. Stay in your room, or go out - or come to my house," Blaine blabbered out, not really feeling that he was in a position to have an opinion, but hating to see how much it troubled Kurt.

Kurt shifted to rest his chin on Blaine's shoulder so he could look up at him under his eyelashes, his eyes mixed with blue and green and a stroke of golden making Blaine's heart jump.

"Would you come?" Kurt's eyes suddenly lit up.

Blaine had no idea what he was talking about. Come where? When?

"To the party. On Friday. Would you be there? If you were there I could just… stay in the background and excuse myself that I can't ignore my guest." Kurt's eyes were flirting, but so obviously begging Blaine to say yes.

He couldn't just show up at a private party in a family where he hadn't even met anyone but Kurt. This was a private moment, and it should only be shared by those close to the person returning from war.

"Kurt, I… I'm not a member of your family. I can't just intrude like that. It's a priva…" Blaine started apologizing, but Kurt interrupted.

"Please Blaine. My dad should be home by now so I can go and introduce you to him and…"

"Kurt, just because I introduce myself it doesn't mean I'm a member of the family. I don't have an invitation -"

"I'm inviting you!" Kurt kept going. Obviously he wasn't planning on letting it go and he was getting stubborn in a way Blaine hadn't seen him before.

"Please. For me. I can't stand through this alone. Smiling fake and acting like he's been out doing an honorable job -" Kurt's face dropped, and the light in his eyes disappeared.

"Okay. I'll… let's go introduce me to your dad and you can ask him if it's okay. I don't wanna crash a family moment," Blaine caved in, watching Kurt's face go from sad and troubled to ease up and go close to a smile, and it was all worth it.

Kurt's lips parted and the corners of his mouth let a grin flash his pearly white teeth, before he stretched up to kiss Blaine's nose.

"You're the best!" he beamed, before he fell down to squeeze his arms around Blaine's torso and bore his cheek down in his chest.

"You could be a part of this family though…" he whispered so low that Blaine was unsure whether he actually meant for him to hear it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

Kurt rushed energetically back to his spot on Blaine's hips, letting his fingertips lightly over his abdomens and his cheeks were back to being flushed.

"One day they will let boys marry boys and we will run away together and… I will get to call you my husband. I am sure of this."

Kurt surprised him more than he ever had. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that Kurt could be one to believe in marriage - because it was a way of locking two people together forever; taking away their free will.

But Blaine knew that he meant it. He could see it in his eyes, and the glow around his face. Kurt was convinced that one day they would be able to run away to be together, and there would be a place where they could get married and proudly show their love to the world.

He had never thought about marriage. The thought had never crossed his mind, because why would it? All he knew of marriage was that it was a cage, something that locked people together and made people who once loved someone hate that person instead - all Blaine had ever seen of marriage was that it created fear and hatred.

But now that Kurt said it like that - it sounded like something he could do. Maybe. One day. When the time would be right for them.

"But we're only teenagers. Who knows what can happen? The world could turn upside down tomorrow. We could die in a tragic accident, or get torn apart by some horrifying event - but I know that -" Kurt leaned down to let his lips almost touch Blaine's, with his fingers twirled around the collar of his shirt.

"…no matter what happens, nothing can tear our souls apart - because our souls are one."

He unbuttoned Blaine's shirt just across the chest and let his cold hand slide in, palm on his chest, making Blaine shiver and his nipples go hard from Kurt's touch, chills spreading and the hair on his neck stand.

"My heart is yours, and your heart is mine. Always," Kurt whispered, and pierced his eyes into Blaine's and Blaine knew that he wouldn't be able to blink, even if he wanted. But he didn't want to - he wanted to stare into Kurt's eyes forever.

He could taste Kurt's breath on his lips and on his tongue. He wanted to lick his own lips, just to get closer to Kurt and desperately wanted to stretch out to kiss him - let their lips meet for a split second, let them be one for just a tiny bit; but he didn't want the moment to pass.

"Always," Blaine whispered back, swallowing and letting his hand up to place on Kurt's on his heart, an assurance that he meant it.

"We should go down and introduce you to my dad," Kurt said before he placed a peck on Blaine's forehead and started buttoning his shirt again. He moved down to sit on his thighs and help Blaine to sit up.

"Are you ready?" Kurt asked seeming excited.

He wasn't. In no way at all. Regardless, he nodded and did his best to convince Kurt that he meant it. Even though he knew that he was a terrible liar, and that he would be shaking like a leaf once they started to go downstairs. On the inside at least.

"Let's get this over with then," Kurt rushed under his breath and hurried off the bed with his hand closed around Blaine's. He dragged him with him, and led him out of the room and down the stairs.

Blaine pulled his hand from Kurt's when they were almost down the stairs, and entered the living room behind Kurt with his hands locked on his back, not knowing how on Earth he was supposed to live through this. Why had he proposed this?

A man was sitting in an armchair listening to the radio while reading a newspaper. He was wearing a baseball cap and a beer was sitting on the table next to him. It was hard to see his face in the dimmed light from the lamp in the corner, and even though Kurt cleared his throat he didn't even look up.

"What do you want, kid?" Kurt's dad asked as he turned a page. Kurt rocked a little back and forth on his heels, sending Blaine an anxious glance.

"Dad, please. Look at me for a second. There's someone I want you to meet," Kurt announced, his voice a little more high pitched than usual, making a chill run through Blaine.

The man let the paper drop to his lap as he looked at his son, then at Blaine and returned his gaze to his son. That's when it seemed like something happened in his brain - like a bunch of puzzle pieces fell into place, and Blaine wasn't sure he liked it.

"Dad. This is Blaine. He's my…" Kurt started when his dad got up from the chair and started walking towards them, making Blaine feel incredibly tiny and wishing that there was some way he could run away. Sprinting, actually.

"You're my son's boyfriend?" He asked, eyes locked on Blaine as he stood a foot away from them.

He's going to kill me now, I'm sure he is, Blaine thought to himself.

What was he supposed to do? Nod? Say yes? Deny it and pretend to be a homophobe?

Blaine wished so bad that he could look to Kurt for advice, that there was some way he could take him aside and ask what he should answer - and why hadn't Kurt prepared him for this? There was no way that he hadn't seen this coming.

"Yes, dad. Blaine is… my boyfriend," Kurt cut in and let his hand onto Blaine's back to slide his hand into his, Blaine only then realizing that he was sweating and his palm was wet from it, afraid to let Kurt hold his hand, but not daring to do anything but accept it.

"How long has this been going on? Do your parents know? How old are you? You look 14," Kurt's dad blabbered out, his questions streaming out like they weren't going to end and Blaine started to feel dizzy.

"Dad. Stop, okay - it's… it's complicated. I'll explain it all I promise, but please be nice. Can we go sit? Blaine looks like he's going to be sick or something," Kurt rushed in and started to drag Blaine around his dad, leading him over to a small sofa they could sit down on. Luckily Kurt sat between Blaine and his dad who sat back down in the chair after a short couple of seconds.

"Dad, please just… hear me out, would you? We met in Washington and… we've been together since. Sort of -"

"What do you mean 'sort of'?" Kurt's dad interrupted, making Kurt purse his lips and look aggravated.

"Blaine is 17 - not 14, regardless of what you think, and I'm not really sure I wanna know what you're implying. He'll turn 18 soon, so don't worry about that. But - and this is very important for me. For us…" he emphasized and squeezed Blaine's hand, and suddenly Blaine felt all color desert his face.

"No. The first thing you are telling me here is what you mean by 'sort of' - I don't like the sound of that, Kurt." The man's voice was deep, and Blaine couldn't stop imagining the way he would be able to roar at them like thunder if he got angry - something Blaine was afraid was smoldering just beneath the surface.

"Like I said - it's complicated… Blaine lives at the other end of Lima. We came to Washington on the same bus and stayed at the same place. We met the first night and we just sort of… clicked, and hung out since," Kurt explained in a careful manner, taking in every fraction of his dad's facial reactions.

"That's not what I mean, and you know it. Kurt, just come clean - you know we'll get there somehow. How long have you been.. Together? Or what it is you kids call it -" his dad demanded to know.

Kurt took a deep breath, before he let go of Blaine's hand, leaving a panic to run through Blaine's entire body, completely freaking out without knowing what was going on.

"Dad. I… I honestly don't know how long we have been together. We're in love. We have been all along. Blaine just needed some time to… figure it out. Figure out who he is. When we met he didn't even know that he's… gay. But in the end… how do you really know when love begins? I mean… it just happened, and it wasn't something we… like discussed or agreed on. We just knew it, and we know that it's right - but what does it matter?"

Kurt's voice was starting to get high pitched, and a mix of desperation and excitement was heard in his tone as he started telling his dad about their relationship.

"But what's really important here is that… Blaine's parents doesn't know, and - no one can know. His dad is - he's a military man, and he's not exactly… he would kill him if he knew that he's gay -" Kurt said without as much as blinking. Blaine stared at him; he looked scared and fragile - like his porcelain skin could crumple any second.

"And what about his mom? Doesn't women usually have a more… soft, view on these kinds of things?" His voice hadn't changed, and he wasn't looking at Blaine - he more or less pretended that he wasn't even in the room.

And Kurt's hand was back in Blaine's, squeezing it, letting a thumb brush comforting strokes over his hand.

"Blaine's mom died. Two weeks ago. That's why I came back to Lima. Because he needed me - because his dad…" Kurt's voice rose and then suddenly silenced. Like he had stopped his mouth from running over with words he wouldn't say.

"I'm very sorry for your loss, kid," Kurt's dad said, suddenly looking uncomfortable - as if he wanted to keep up the hard façade, but couldn't get himself to do it with a boy in front of him who had just lost his mom.

Blaine shuffled a little in his seat, uncertain how to react. The way the conversation had steered in on his mom made his stomach roll and his throat tie up. He was sure that the only thing that kept him from throwing up was Kurt's hand holding his, so he settled for nodding in return - very much aware that if he tried speaking no sound would come out.

"Dad - all I am asking is that… we can keep it within the four walls of this house. We need this. Blaine needs a safe haven -"

"And he isn't safe at home?"

"His dad was away when she died, and still he didn't come home till three days later. He knew it, and he just left Blaine to himself, not a care about him in the world. And then he came home and he was just… he was so cold. You should have seen him dad! I heard him - the way he talked to Blaine…"

Kurt was nearly screaming, his voice frantic, and Blaine could feel that his grip around his hand had slowly turned clenching and strong. Blaine had a theory that it was only a matter of seconds before tears would break out on Kurt's face - but he didn't look at him, he just clenched his hand back.

"Well… fine. But I gotta tell you, Kurt, I'm not comfortable about this. If people start asking questions, and I'll have to lie or something - I don't like it," Kurt's dad said, shooting a glance at Blaine before he let his attention back to Kurt.

"But I'll allow it - I just don't want any… shenanigans - in my house. Alright? You're 18, and if he's still 17..."

"It's not like that, dad -"

But his dad held up a hand, indicating that he wasn't to speak yet, and Kurt shut off almost before his hand was all up.

"If you ever need a place to be my house is open for you, Blaine. We don't judge people here."

He held his hand out for Blaine to take it, and Kurt looked at him; silently telling him that it was okay, so Blaine released Kurt's hand and shook it.

"My name is Burt. And yes, you can call me that. If my son loves you, then I guess I will learn how to care for you too… in some time."

He released Blaine's hand and Blaine felt like the weight of the world had just been lifted off his shoulders. It was a relief without comparison, and he wished that he could hug Kurt but guessed that it wasn't exactly a good idea.

Kurt stood up and so did Blaine.

"Thank you, sir -" Blaine said and followed Kurt to the staircase.

"Don't with the 'sir'. I don't like that; too formal. But before you leave I just want one thing clear here -" Burt said as they were about to climb the stairs for Kurt's room. They both turned around to face him.

"I don't care if you are straight, gay, lesbian or even a freaking Martian - if you hurt my son your dad's military ways will be the least of your problems, you get that?" Burt was pointing a threatening finger at Blaine. His voice was firm and serious, but his face a bit more soft than it had been during their entire conversation.

"Of course, sir. Burt - I could never dream of hurting Kurt. I… as Kurt said… I love him," Blaine gulped, completely taking himself off guard; not in a million years would he have thought that he could say those words out loud to anyone but Kurt - at least not so soon. Especially not to Kurt's dad.

"Good. We're on the same page then," Burt said, nodding at him in agreement.

Without warning Kurt hurried off the stairs and across the floor to throw his arms around his father.

"Thanks, dad. Thank you so much," Kurt mumbled, his head resting on his dad's shoulder, sending Blaine a heartfelt smile.

Burt looked a bit surprised, but nonetheless returned the embrace, before he let go of his son.

"Now you two go upstairs again so I can finish this paper. I had a long day at work." He let a few strokes of his hand up and down Kurt's back before Kurt returned to Blaine and they went back upstairs to Kurt's room.

As soon as they were back in his room Blaine let his shoulders fall, and his brain was spinning in relief. He had been so scared - and all that for no reason.

"Jesus, Blaine - you're shaking," Kurt exclaimed and pulled him close to put his arms around him.

They stood like that, arms around each other, for a few moments before they retreated to sit on the bed. They spent the rest of the day on Kurt's bed, not letting go of each other for more than a minute a time - they stayed close, they kissed and cuddled, and simply enjoyed to have a place where they didn't have to worry.

When it started getting late Blaine knew that he had to go home. There was no way that his father would find it acceptable for him to spend the night and he knew that he would be home, so he couldn't exactly just sneak around it. He was also sure that Burt didn't think it would be the best idea either.

"I don't want to go home - I wish I could stay here with you," Blaine crooned into Kurt's neck, feeling Kurt's lips on the soft spot below his ear.

"Me too. But you have to work tomorrow. But we'll see each other soon. Friday - alright? I'll talk to my dad when you leave, and then I'll call you tomorrow," Kurt said, letting his forehead meet Blaine's.

Kurt leaned in to kiss him, before they got off the bed so Kurt could lead him to the door. As they passed the kitchen Blaine politely said goodbye to Burt before they reached the front door in the hall.

"I tugged my number into you pocket, call me if you need anything. Promise me -" Kurt whispered as he hugged him tightly in the hall.

"Thank you. I will," Blaine promised as he released his grip and opened the door.

"Take care of yourself, Stardust -" Kurt said after him as Blaine was almost down the few steps at the front of the house.

Blaine turned and smiled warmly at him before he turned and knew that he had to go home now, or he would never get himself out of there.