When Blaine woke up the next morning his head was buzzing. He moved his nose into Kurt's neck and kissed him gingerly before the events of the previous night came crashing back over him.

He squeezed his eyes hard and hoped that some miracle would look his way and let him go back to sleep where he didn't have to worry about that. Kurt was boiling hot against him, but as much as he wished that they could open a window he only shuffled closer to his sleeping boyfriend. He prayed that Kurt wasn't planning on standing up anytime soon so they could stay there. Maybe just be forgotten by the world so they could grow old and die in each other's arms right there in Kurt's bed.

Kurt turned to lie on his side so he could press Blaine's body closer to his own. He purred into his ear and kissed his forehead, cheek and nose gently, with a hand on his hip and his thumb brushing softly over his exposed skin.

"Goodmorning Starshine," Kurt mumbled and dug his nose into Blaine's hair. A chill ran down his back from the feeling, and for a moment he forgot that he had been sad only a minute ago. Kurt just did something to him that made his mind clear for up to several minutes every now and then.

All Blaine answered was a low humming from the back of his throat when he snuggled his face down in the pillow and felt Kurt's arms tighten even stronger around him. He could hear in the silent sounds coming from Kurt that he was smiling against his temple.

"I uhm… is your dad home now?" Blaine asked, uncertain if Burt went to the tire shop on Sunday mornings.

"I don't know. He might be. Why are you asking? Oh… you want a little morning -" Kurt asked a little confused, but a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and a blushing in his cheeks spreading, only underlined by the sparks in his eyes.

"What? No. No. That wasn't what I… you're so hot right now. Always. But… it was last night when I came here, your dad and I talked and uhm - he wanted to know what happened. At the party. So I told him, and… we agreed to discuss it today," Blaine explained, feeling a little strange by the fact that he had taken that conversation with his boyfriend's dad.

"You talked to my dad? About what happened last night…" Kurt repeated. It was impossible to decipher his expression. Was he hurt, or maybe even mad that Blaine had talked to his dad about what had happened at Dalton, when he had tried to avoid talking to Kurt about it?

"Mhm yeah. Sorry," Blaine confirmed sheepishly. Kurt's green eyes were piercing into the skin on his face, burning and scrutinizing his every feature.

"Sorry? Stardust, I think it's amazing. You were so scared of him in the beginning, and now look at you - I think it's wonderful, baby," Kurt beamed at him before he leaned in to place a warm, wet kiss on his cheek.

Blaine grinned awkwardly and relaxed back into the pillow. Good. The last thing he needed right now would be to have Kurt be angry with him too. He didn't think he would be able to stand that.

"I love your freckles. It's so sad that they're almost invisible in the winter," Kurt announced out of the blue after having watched him for a while. Somehow he made it sound like they had spent a thousand summers and winters together. He smiled heartily at Blaine from his spot next to him, and Blaine had an urge to kiss him all over his face, but instead he stretched his neck to peck his nose innocently.

"Then let's see if my dad is home," Kurt declared and crawled over Blaine to get up. Blaine followed quickly, nearly falling out of the bed when his head started spinning from the feeling of Kurt's fingers on his naked chest.

When Blaine was safely at his feet he started to put on his clothes from the night before but Kurt shook his head and rolled his eyes. He turned around to his closet and found a red tunic that he threw at Blaine.

"You can't run around in shirt and tie here, silly. It's Sunday morning," Kurt said like he should have known. Blaine shrugged and pulled the fabric over his head.

The tunic was a little longer on Blaine than on Kurt and he felt strange to wear something that loose compared to his usual polo shirts or plaid shirts.

"I love that color on you. You look great," Kurt commented sweetly and blushed a little. Blaine smiled at him and pulled on his slacks from the night before, and he was ready to go downstairs.

Kurt opened the window and they left the room. Blaine's stomach started to tie up. He wasn't ready to live through it all one more time. He actually just wanted to forget it and enjoy his last day without his life being turned upside down.

"Hey boys," Carole chimed as they entered the kitchen. She hurried to fix both of them up with a cup of coffee and started making breakfast for them as they dumped down in a chair each.

"Burt will be in any second now. I heard what happened last. I am really sorry, sweetheart," Carole cooed as she put toast and jam on the table before she sat down with a cup of coffee of her own.

"We'll figure this out, okay? You're a part of our family now," Carole assured him with a squeeze around his wrist before she let them eat their breakfast in silence. Blaine smiled gratefully at her, but felt a knot in his throat by her words; a part of their family. Kurt's family thought he was a part of their family.

They got to finish both their coffee and toast before Burt entered the kitchen. He took in the scenery without a word before he grabbed some coffee for himself and sat down at them table with them.

"How are you? Feeling any better today, kid?" Burt asked Blaine. He nodded in response, unsure how to tackle the situation. He could feel his nerves tingling, and as if he had asked for it Kurt let his fingers smoothly slide into Blaine's.

"Have you made any thoughts about this? How you are going to handle this, I mean?" Carole asked, the question addressed for both Blaine and Kurt. It suddenly occurred to Blaine that to Burt and Carole this was never just about Blaine; it was about Kurt just as much. It was about both of them; as a couple.

"No. I don't know. I mean; there's not really anything I can do but… wait. See what happens, I guess," Blaine shrugged. He felt stupid; how could he not even have as much as a suggestion for how to avoid a disaster to hit all of them - caused by him.

Kurt started stroking his thumb slowly over Blaine's. Like he knew that he needed it to not break down, or go crazy. He returned his affection by squeezing his hand a little harder in his own.

Burt and Carole looked at each other. Apparently they had discussed the subject deeper than first appeared, and Blaine wondered if they had anything in hand.

"Carole and I talked it over. We came to the conclusion that we think you should try to contact your friend from Dalton; that Trent kid or what's-his-name. Hear if he knows that the others are thinking. As some sort of damage control. Other than there's not really much to do than wait and see -" Burt told and emptied his cup. He stared from Blaine to Kurt and back again. Blaine started to worry that he wanted him to say something but he had no words.

"But - we agreed that if something is to happen that will… you know, make it impossible for you to be at home; our home is your home. So don't worry that you will end up with no place to go. You will always have a place to go here. And if your old man has a problem he is free to pay a visit," Burt wrapped up and Carole smiled warm at her husband.

"I - don't know what to say. Thank you," Blaine stammered, truly speechless and blown away by how much thought they had put into this. He felt a rush of emotions taking over him, and an urge to run around the table to hug both of them had to be suppressed.

"Thank you, dad - and Carole. Thank you so much. That really means the world to me. To both of us," Kurt said in a broken voice, before he stretched his free arm over the table to grab his father's hand.

They stayed in the kitchen and talked a bit about Blaine's upcoming conversation with Trent about what happened. At first he didn't really want to do it. He felt that he had bothered Trent enough with his problems, but in the end Burt convinced him by pointing out that when he had put so much into helping him already he would definitely be ready to help him again.

After lunch, where Finn and Rachel joined them, Blaine and Kurt returned to Kurt's room. They listened to music and Blaine watched Kurt draw a few sketches before it was late and he had to think about going home.

Their goodbye was terrible. Blaine felt sick and worried, and he wanted to coil up in Kurt's arms for the night instead of going back to where his father probably was at home. What if he had heard what happened at the party? A lot of the guys' dads came in the same club as Blaine's father so if the guys had mentioned it at home their parents would have passed it on.

The only thing that could him the slightest comfort was the last thing Kurt had said to him before he left.

"Whatever happens this will be alright. We will be alright."

As much as the fear of his father hearing about the party at Dalton constantly roamed in the back of his head, Kurt's words kept dragging him out of the whirlwind and back to the thought of Kurt, and the way his family had reacted to the story of the party.

Maybe they could be alright.

When he came home the entire house was dark, so Blaine could relieved conclude that his father wasn't there. He headed for the bathroom where he hurried to strip of all the clothes from the party and rush under the water. He desperately wanted to wash off the bad memories of the night that was the beginning to the end of his life.

When he was done he wrapped a towel around himself and tiptoed to his room. On his bed was a note in Ms. Johnson's nice handwriting.

"Your friend Trent called. He will be stopping by after school tomorrow."

Blaine felt his insides curl up. What could have made Trent feel the need to call him to say that he would drop by the next day? Did something happen? Everything was whirling around in Blaine's head - one theory more horrifying than the next. He decided to hurry to sleep so he wouldn't be up when his father got home late at night, and so he didn't have to speculate.

"I was actually planning on calling you," Blaine mumbled as he showed Trent to a chair in the kitchen. He put two cups of coffee on the table and sat down himself. He turned the cup in his hands a few times, his gaze locked on the black liquid before looking up at Trent.

"Please. Be honest to me. How bad is it?" He asked, knowing that they might as well get it over with. He was in no way interested in taking up the subject, but the sooner he could get the verdict, the sooner he would have some sort of sense of his future.

"Yeah. That's why I'm here. I went back to Dalton. After you had left…" Trent looked awkwardly at his hands. Like he was ashamed that he went back when he had told Blaine that he wasn't going to. That he didn't want to hang with people who had treated his friend that way.

Blaine wanted to tell him that it was okay. That he didn't blame him for wanting to return to the party. It was his friends, after all. But he couldn't get a word over his lips. He was afraid that if he dared to open his mouth he would be sick on the table between them, so instead he waited.

"I didn't want to go back. But I figure that I had to. You know, to try and sort things out -" Trent started explaining, and let out a relieved sigh as he looked at Blaine and found that he wasn't looking angry, more so holding his breath.

"I went back and it was mayhem. Everyone was yelling at each other and I am pretty sure that Jeff was about to kick Daniel's ass. But Thad and David held him back. Nick had completely left the room. When they saw I was back they sort of froze and just stared at me -" he told, and sipped his coffee while collecting his memories of the horrible party.

"Jeff came over to me and he said that hell had broken loose the minute we left, and everyone were fighting because you know us, your friends, were pissed at Daniel and his idiotic friends because of the things they… said to you," Trent said and clenched his fists on the table. Anger was welling up in his face, blushing his cheeks and he pursed his lips.

Blaine emptied his mug. His guts were tying up from the tension of waiting. Anxiety rolled down his back like ice cubes and he had to tighten his grip around his mug to not jump to his feet and pace up and down the kitchen floor.

"Listen… they won't tell on you. If they tell on you, to anyone at all, we will tell the principal about their stash of weed in the pots behind the rehearsal room. They know that it will get them kicked out and Daniel's dad is some fancy executive in some big firm, and the other guys have some fancy dads too. I am pretty sure Daniel's dad will beat him up if he gets kicked out of school - so you should be safe. And they don't even know who Kurt is," Trent closed up and drew a heavy breath from having released it all.

Blaine was speechless. He had no idea what to say. It was all so much at once and it was overwhelming to know that Trent, and the other guys as well, had gone to those lengths to protect him and Kurt from whatever terrible outcome could have been resulted by those guys outing him.

"I don't know… thank you," Blaine started to stammer frantically but Trent cut him off.

"All the original guys are on your side, man. They don't care. They know you and they're all happy for you. The other guys are just freshmen, and ignorant ones," he hurried to say.

"Thanks. I don't know how I could ever repay you. What I could ever do for you - all of that. Trent, thank you," Blaine kept saying, looking for words that would express his gratitude, but no matter what nothing would ever be enough. But the incredible thing was that he could see in Trent's face that he knew.

"There's just one thing though…" Trent said and looked down in the table. Blaine's stomach filled with ice. Had he missed something? Had someone already said something somewhere?

"The other guys wants to have another reunion… just us. And - you need to bring Kurt of course," Trent grinned, and Blaine was certain that his insides melted and dropped to his feet. He chuckled under his breath, awkward and threatening to punch his insides through his mouth.

"Yeah. I'm sure Kurt would be up for that," he agreed and feared that he would start crying from the relief.

The day continued with the guys talking in Blaine's kitchen until it started getting dark and Trent had to get home to do his homework. It made Blaine sad that he had to leave. He felt light and tipsy from the massive weight falling from his chest, and he just wanted to hang out with Trent for hours more.