It had now been two weeks since Kurt sent in his NYADA application. Neither of the boys had said a word about it and whenever Blaine was around Kurt only mentioned it if someone asked. He was dying on the inside to constantly talk about NYADA or New York or graduation – but he didn't want to think about what it would mean for Blaine, and even less did he want Blaine to think about it.

To do something different for a change they invited Tina to a movie night at their house. Kurt's dad had a meeting out of the house. One of those important ones where their parents wouldn't be home until late Sunday night. This made a great opportunity for Tina to come over early Saturday so they could cook dinner and pick out movies together before letting themselves completely over to not leaving the couch, talk about handsome movie stars and gossip about people at school.

It was nice to be with someone and not have to hide. Kurt and Blaine weren't all over each other, but it felt good to be able to hold hands or sit close and still have a casual conversation with a friend.

Tina asked about their relationship. Curious, but not intruding. She asked how long they had been together and how it felt to be living with a secret boyfriend. She sympathized with the struggle it was to keep it a secret from everybody, but she also saw the fun in how romantic it was to have a secret of that sort.

They all went to sleep in Blaine's bed. All three of them were in their pajamas and Blaine was the first to cave in to fatigue. He fell asleep against Kurt's chest after him and Tina had tried explaining to Kurt how even straight women and gay men should be happy for Mila Kunis nude scenes.

"Thank you. For not telling anyone about us. It's been really hard to keep this a secret, but... it's easier now," Kurt whispered when he and Tina finally turned off the TV and sunk down the bed, Kurt's movement pulling Blaine closer in his arms. Blaine's hair tickled his chin as he made a sleepy sound and squeezed his arms around Kurt, not surprisingly making Kurt's heart jump.

"Of course. I'll keep your secret for as long as you want. I can't even imagine what it must be like," Tina whispered back.

"It's awful. Terrible. Whenever I see him I just wanna hug him or take his hand or kiss him – but I can't. And to see other couples be close... it kills me. I just wanna take him out and spoil him and show the whole world that he's with me. He's really had a rough time and he's only 15. I just want him to be happy for once," Kurt blabbered out, surprised by how he almost couldn't stop himself now he finally was allowed to speak up.

"He is happy, Kurt. He is happy because he's with you. I don't think anything in the universe matters to him as long as he has you. It shines right out of him," Tina said softly and Kurt felt a warmth spread in his belly. Others saw Blaine being happy with him. That had to be the best compliment he had ever gotten in his life.

"It's sweet how much you care for each other. You both deserve to be happy," she said and sleepily rubbed her eyes.

"When I move to New York it'll be easier. Blaine can visit me and we won't have to hide. But Tina... will you please promise me to take care of him when I'm gone?" Kurt asked, the New York-knot in his throat throbbing from the reality of speaking the words out loud.

"I promise. He won't be alone. I could never let him be," she assured him.

Yes, movie nights with Tina had to be one of the nicest things to happen. And now that she had promised to take care of Blaine a fraction of Kurt's worries had been calmed down. What more else could he do?

xXx

Waking up Sunday they felt more lazy than good was. They dragged themselves to the kitchen and settled for breakfast in the form of cereal and bagels with coffee on the side since none of the three was up for making anything more complicated than that.

They spent the morning in their pajamas on the couch, watching cartoons and talking about nostalgic stuff such as TV shows they had grown up with and singing along to Disney songs.

Around noon Tina got dressed and gathered her stuff. They all hugged goodbye and agreed to repeat the successful night. The moment she was out the door the boys put their arms around each other and stayed in each others embrace in the hall for a few minutes before returning to the living room.

When they finally convinced themselves they couldn't stay on the couch all day they decided to do a little stuff by themselves. Kurt had a big organizing task in his closet that he wanted to fix and Blaine had some homework he needed to finish, so they agreed to retreat to their separate bedrooms and do what they needed and get back together later.

A couple of hours later they met in the kitchen where they met in the kitchen where they arranged the leftovers from Saturday's dinner for lunch and sat down to eat while discussing an issue of cyber bullying the media had covered a lot lately.

They decided to take a walk to not feel like they had spent the entire weekend in the house, but after half an hour they headed back home. The minute they were back inside they went to the couch to entangle themselves in each other.

Kurt quickly took his favorite spot: lying on top of Blaine with Blaine's limbs wrapped as good around him as they could possibly manage. They fell into a nap almost immediately, Blaine with the thought that at this point nothing could touch them or take them apart as the last thing that filled his brain before sleep took over.

xXx

When Blaine woke up his watch said 7.30 PM. Their parents wouldn't be home until midnight so he figured a little public cuddling wouldn't hurt. He let his hand run discretely under Kurt's top to stroke his back. In response Kurt moved his head a bit and hummed against Blaine's chest with a smiling kiss pressed to his collarbone.

"We should get up," Blaine mumbled, not that he agreed in any way. Getting up meant being more than a millimeter away from Kurt and right now he found that about as good an idea as the holocaust.

"I don't want to. I just wanna stay here -" Kurt whined, sounding like a child refusing to go to school on an early winter morning.

"...so I can kiss you," he ended with a smirk and stretched his neck to kiss Blaine's chin.

How is he so perfect? Blaine thought with a chuckle and lowered his head so he could plant a kiss on Kurt's lips.

It all happened very fast. Suddenly there was much more energy flowing between them than had been in either of them over the entire weekend. Kurt's hands were under Blaine's shirt, a thumb massaging a nipple. Blaine's hands were cupping Kurt's ass, pressing him down so his erection – now very obvious through his pajama pants – rubbing against Blaine's crotch.

Their mouths were moving wet and sloppy. Both boys were moaning and groaning through kisses. Hips were rutting mindlessly against each other without any shame or thought for logic or sense.

"I love you, Blaine -" Kurt moaned and sucked Blaine's lower lip into his mouth. He let a hand down to rub his thumb harshly over Blaine's exposed hip, causing Blaine to rut his crotch even harder against Kurt's. The situation and action had now reached a point where it was so intense that Blaine could swear that he was on the edge of coming in his pants from the friction.

"What's going on here?" A shockingly well-known voice sounded behind the couch.

They froze on the spot. They could feel Blaine's mom watching them with her voice as a horrifying echo in the back of their minds, but both too terrified to look. Their parents weren't supposed to be home until in the middle of the night – they should have hours left for casual fooling around.

Kurt was the first. He bucked his hips as discretely as possible to indicate for Blaine to remove his hands from his ass. With a throbbing in his throat he took a deep breath and turned his head. He was met by both of their parents watching them with shock taking up their faces.

From the sight he rushed to sit up, pushing Blaine's legs away to untie from their place around him. That was enough to shake Blaine out of his paralyzed state and hurry to sit up himself.

They didn't dare look at each other, but from the corner of his eye Blaine could see Kurt do his best to hide his boner – which was visibly bulging behind the soft cotton. Kurt squeezed his thighs together, but gave up and pulled his knees to his chest.

"Dad! I – we – I... you weren't supposed to be home until tonight," Kurt choked out, but immediately regretted. In hindsight that probably wasn't what he should have broken the silence with.

"I find my two sons humping each other on the living room couch, and you complain that we're home early -" Kurt's dad snapped in a dark voice.

Blaine felt himself shrink. Next to him Kurt was pale as a ghost and Blaine himself was sure his face was about to explode from overheating.

"We weren't... humping," Kurt groaned embarrassed.

"What is this? You better not have any plans cause it seems like owe us an explanation, and I'm pretty sure this is gonna take some time," Blaine's mom said. Her face bore evidence of a noisy war between shock and horror roaming in her head.

"Can I just -" Kurt started and got to his feet, but his dad pointed a finger to the couch. No one was leaving now.

"Sit! We're gonna go get out of our coats and then we will all discuss this. And keep your hands to yourselves," Burt declared, the order firm and left no room for questions.

Their parents disappeared to the hall, leaving a pounding silence in their wake. The boys didn't so much as look at each other. The atmosphere was thick with fear and embarrassment. Not to mention the sexual tension that had been so close to being released that it only made it even more frustrating than it was before they started.

Blaine clenched his thighs together, wanting to press his hand against his crotch or do anything that could make the throbbing stop. Yet, he didn't even move, which only increased how startled he was when Kurt abruptly turned on the couch, out of nowhere facing him.

"I think we need to tell them. Everything. How long we have been together, how we've been sneaking into each others beds, why we kept it secret," Kurt blabbered out, desperate to have it said before their parents returned.

They could hear them talk in the hall, their voices sounding like they were discussing but trying to avoid the boys hearing. Then there was rustling of coats and they knew it was a close call.

"How we love each other... it will only make it all so much easier if they know," Blaine said weakly and dared his hand to scoop over the couch to put it lightly on top of Kurt's.

Kurt looked down on Blaine's hand covering his and smiled. It was true. That was the most important part – how much they loved each other. How much they only cared about being together. How much that had become the most crucial point in their life – even despite how certain Blaine been that he would be alone forever.

He was just about to agree. To tell Kurt that he also thought it would be for the best. Then their parents returned to the living room. They sat down in a chair each and stared at their sons for what felt like the longest wait in the history of waiting.

"Would either of you care to explain what's going on?" Blaine's mom asked, both boys curling in on themselves with shivers down their spines.

"I... Blaine and I are – together," Kurt mumbled thickly.

"What?!" His dad burst out, shock – but not surprise – filling his voice and features.

"You need to give us a little more to work with here," Susan exclaimed, her expression matching her husband's.

"It's my fault!" Blaine said out of nowhere. He wasn't sure what he meant by that, but he knew that he wasn't going to let any of this get Kurt into problems. On his side Kurt was staring at him like he had just declared he was Superman.

"I liked Kurt... and he didn't know. But one day I just couldn't keep it in anymore. So I told him. Because I had been so depressed – and Kurt was worried. But then I told him, and he returned it... and we've been together since," Blaine explained awkwardly, avoiding all kind of contact with anyone in the room.

"How long has this been going on?" Burt asked. His voice was sharp and threatening to rise. Blaine knew that if he looked at him he would start crying. He felt more guilty than he ever had in his life.

"Since October, dad -" Kurt said quietly.

"When were you planning on telling us?" Susan inquired.

Blaine dared to shoot a quick glance in Kurt's direction and watched him chew on his lower lip as he was looking down on his fingers nervously twisting on his knees.

"We weren't," he muttered guiltily.

"It's not like we threw ourselves mindlessly into something. We discussed it very closely. About what it would mean for us, for you, if people knew. We know it could cause you trouble with your jobs, and we didn't want that for you – so we kept it to ourselves," Blaine tried to rationalize.

"So you were just gonna lie to us for the rest of your lives, is that it?"

The respect Blaine felt for Burt crept under his skin and he felt like giving him a standing apology. He knew that wasn't how things were done in the Hummel-Anderson house, but all of his instincts told him that he had gone against the wishes of the man of the house and he should fix it – now!

"No! Of course not! We just haven't talked about when or how to say anything. I guess we were nervous about how you would take it," Kurt made clear and let his feet slide down the couch. He sat straight and forced himself to look at his dad.

"Dad – Susan... this isn't just some – fling. We've thought this through, talked this through. We really care about each other. We love each other. Trust me; I've considered that maybe it would be for the best if we weren't together, but... I don't want to be without Blaine. And I'm pretty sure Blaine doesn't want to be without me either," Kurt said, suddenly feeling very steady and clear in his head. Certain that this was what needed to be done.

"It's true," Blaine confirmed and felt himself move to the side so he was sitting closer to Kurt than probably was reasonably at the moment, but took his hand nonetheless.

"Mom... you know how I've felt about myself all of my life – but with Kurt I don't feel like that anymore," Blaine admitted. At this moment he didn't see any point in keeping anything in. He might as well get everything out in the open.

"Have you..." Susan started, but trailed off and squeezed her lips to a thin line. It wasn't hard to guess what she had been about to ask.

"I know about Blaine. About his – condition. We haven't done anything and we agreed not to. But it's not because of that. That doesn't mean anything. It doesn't make me love him any less. It makes me love him even more that he trusted me enough to tell him. I admire him for holding his head so high," Kurt declared and subconsciously tightened his grip on Blaine's hand.

"You sure never... did anything? We've heard you sneak into each others rooms in the middle of the night, noticed how much time you've been spending together behind closed doors – always an excuse for being alone," Burt pointed out.

He didn't seem sharp anymore. He seemed confused and uncertain. Burt Hummel never liked when he wasn't aware of what was going on in his house.

"Of course we're sure! We talked about – those things. And we agreed to wait. There are a lot of things we've taken into consideration, but honestly, dad, that's not really something I'm comfortable discussing with you," Kurt said, a little snappier than he should have, but there was no way he was talking about his sex-life and plans for such with his father and his step-mom.

A veil of thick silence filled the living room. For some reason Blaine couldn't stop focusing on the fact that the clock said 9.30 and suddenly he felt exhausted. He knew that it really wasn't appropriate considering the situation they were stuck in, but a need to curl up with Kurt in bed was simmering around his body.

"I – think I need to have some time to let this sink in," Susan said. She seemed just as exhausted as Blaine felt. Out of the blue Kurt noticed how much Blaine looked like his mom. They had the same gorgeous dark eyes and thick, dark curls. Their tan skin was interrupted by a tiny handful freckles only visible in the summer and they moved their hands with a grace and softness Kurt hadn't seen before. And now that they were both sitting in the dimmed light of the living room lamp hanging over the coffee table, casting heavy shadows over the family, they looked so alike that aside from the age difference they could have been twins. No wonder Kurt had always found Susan to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

"Yeah. You two go to bed and we'll talk about this. We'll discuss this in the morning," Burt said, an intensely glared locked on his sons in front of him.

"Alright. I guess we'll just... go to bed then," Kurt said and took a heavy breath.

Both boys got to their feet and took uncertain steps towards the stairs, like they weren't sure they were allowed to leave yet – and really they were both still waiting for their parents to call them back. They were just about to go up when they were stopped.

"And no sneaking into each others bedrooms tonight," Burt warned them.

Ice filled Blaine's stomach – how was he supposed to sleep without Kurt tonight? After this. He needed him. They needed to talk to each other about it. What if Kurt decided it wasn't worth it, or that he didn't want to do this to their parents? He had to be with Kurt to make sure he didn't change his mind.

Kurt could see the wheels turning in Blaine's head. He could see in his eyes how the worry spread through his brain and filled his body, making his nerves scratch on the inside of his skin.

"Blaine, it's okay – it'll be fine," Kurt said softly and closed his hand around Blaine's wrist. There wasn't much he could do for him in front of their parents, but it didn't make it any less painful for Kurt to witness.

"Mom... please -" Blaine said weakly, his voice so low that Kurt wasn't sure he had even heard right.

"Burt – come on. They've been doing it for so long, one night can't change anything," Susan said, a hand on her husband's arm and her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Only her concern for Blaine could make her adopt this look. Everyone knew that.

Burt sighed heavily, groaned a little as he shifted in his chair. He rubbed his hands over his face and shot a glance to the teenagers with locked hands and pleading faces.

"Alright. Alright – but hands above the sheets and a foot's distance. Just because neither of you can get pregnant doesn't mean I'll allow any funny business going on under my roof," he caved, eyes staring and warning.

"Dad -" Kurt started.

"Just go to bed. We'll take this back up in the morning when we've talked about it. Goodnight," Susan said, shooting them a look that could only be interpreted as "end of discussion".

They mumbled a rushed "goodnight" and hurried up the stairs, afraid that if they waited for too long Kurt's dad might change his mind and they would have to part anyway.

Neither said a word as they brushed their teeth. In silence they crawled into Kurt's bed and Kurt was ready to fall into Blaine's arms as usual. But tonight Blaine wasn't opening his arms widely for him.

"I'm sorry," he said, voice muffled by his mouth being hidden by the comforter.

"What? You didn't do anything wrong," Kurt said and moved a little closer. He put a hand to Blaine's cheek and kissed the tip of his nose.

"If I had just... if I hadn't been so damn jealous, and if I hadn't been such a jerk and tell you we wouldn't have been together now. Why do I keep making my mom miserable? I don't mean to," Blaine said.

When his eyes met Kurt's they filled with tears and pain was painted all over him. The sight was crawling under Kurt's skin and made his heart cramp. He put his arm around his boyfriend and pulled him close, letting Blaine bury his face in the crook of Kurt's neck.

"Blaine, sweetie – don't say that. You do not make your mom miserable. You can't think like that. You make your mom happy, because she loves you. I actually think it went pretty well. They just need time to get used to the thought. She was the one who said we could share bed tonight," Kurt cooed and stroked his back.

"I love you so much, Kurt. I can't... I just need to be with you," Blaine cried.

"I love you too, Blaine. We'll be alright. I won't let you go," Kurt assured him and kissed his hair.

They didn't share anymore for the night. Kurt comforted Blaine until he had cried himself to sleep. When he was sure Blaine would be sleeping through the night he allowed himself to drift away as well, not so much as loosening his grip around his boyfriend.