Sources tell us Kurt Hummel was invited to speak at McKinley High School, where he got his start in performing and began the training that would eventually lead him on to fame and fortune, but he refused. Even a personal plea from a close personal friend who used to run the school's blog had little effect. Is he afraid to return to face the people he has defamed with his tall tales about alleged bullying and so-called abuse? Is he too much of a coward to face the teachers who gave so much to him and are still waiting on recognition or even a 'thank you'? Or is he just selfish and unwilling to spend even a few hours passing on the knowledge he has gained to the next generation? — TheirDirtyLaundryUncovered blog, November 5th, 2018.

=^..^=

Blaine was awoken from a most excellent dream involving shopping with Kurt in a store that was filled with thousands of styles of bow ties by the sound of the intercom buzzing. He partially sleepwalked over to the intercom panel and peered at the small video screen to identify their mysterious early morning visitor. The sight that greeted him was so shocking he thought for a moment that he must be still dreaming. He hit the button to open the gate and rushed to the front door. "Cooper?" Blaine blinked owlishly, not sure he could believe what he was seeing. "What? How…how did you get this address?"

His brother reached an arm out and wrapped it around Blaine's neck to pull him in for a hug, much as he had done when Blaine was still a child. "I stopped by Kurt's manager's office yesterday and charmed it out of her lovely assistant. She's a big fan. Knew all the words to my jingle."

Blaine made a mental note to have a serious conversation with Kellie as soon as possible and stood aside to invite Cooper inside. He couldn't believe his brother had showed up at Kurt's house. At the crack of dawn. It was so inconsiderate, so inappropriate, so…Cooper. It had been months since they had last spoken and Blaine wasn't even sure where Cooper was living at the moment. A mildly (to put it in the most polite terms) successful commercial and bit TV actor, Cooper was always on the move, going where the jobs took him. They had never really been all that close, since Blaine was 10 years younger and Cooper had seldom visited once he left for college. The disinterestedness with which their parents had treated them had spread to their own relationship and now they spoke only about three or four times a year, usually on the major holidays. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

Cooper flung himself down on the wing-backed chair in the living room and kicked his feet up on to the ottoman, slouching enough to cause his black leather jacket to bunch up a little at his waist. "What, I can't stop by to see my wonderful little brother without an ulterior motive?" The look Blaine shot him spoke volumes. "Okay, you got me. Imagine my surprise when I got back from Mexico where I was filming my role in an upcoming Lifetime movie of the week — I play this henchman of the main villain. It's a really meaty role, despite not having any dialog, and I must say I think I overshadowed the lead in several scenes. I'm expecting a call from the director for a bigger role in his next project — anyways, I get back and go online to catch on the industry scoop I've missed and what do I see? New Hollywood 'It' guy Kurt Hummel has a boyfriend and it's my darling brother."

Blaine felt the flare of happiness that Cooper's appearance had caused drain away in the wake of the confirmation that he hadn't really come to see Blaine at all. "Sorry Coop," Blaine said with a twinge of regret, "it just happened so fast and we haven't talked in a while." There was no way he was going to tell Cooper the truth about his relationship with Kurt, since he couldn't be trusted to keep his mouth shut, but he could have at least called to tell him the cover story.

"I just wanted to come by and see how you were doing," Cooper smiled, clasping his hands over the stomach that he kept flat and toned by doing over 500 sit-ups a day, if his repeated boasts could be believed. "To see if you're happy and more importantly, to find out how this going to benefit me."

And Blaine's regret was now gone. "Why would my relationship benefit you?"

"Kurt's an actor, I'm an actor." Cooper waved his hands in the air, nearly knocking a lamp off of the nearby table. "If he's going to be family it's just natural that we would help each other out, squirt."

"Don't call me that. I'm sorry Coop, but I can't think of a single situation where you would be able to help Kurt."

"Well, sure, not now, but someday, eventually, yes. And I'll be happy to do it, whatever it is, to pay him back."

"Pay him back for what?" Blaine asked, already anticipating the answer.

"For introducing me to his agent, of course. Mine has been a little…lackluster lately and I'm thinking I need to upgrade. I'm sure Kurt's agent has a ton of scripts that come across his desk with roles for a strapping, classically handsome chap like me."

Before Blaine could respond Kurt came shuffling out of the bedroom, dressed in a silk robe covered in a tartan pattern. "Was that the intercom I heard buzzing? Who on earth is here at six o'clock in the morning?" Kurt's eyes widened when he saw Cooper and Blaine could have sworn he saw him do an exaggerated gulp.

Introductions were made and Cooper managed to (mostly) keep his more obnoxious qualities in check. He was charming and funny and soon had Kurt eating out of his hand. They conversed easily until Blaine's stomach reminded him that they hadn't yet had breakfast. He coaxed Kurt out of the room with the suggestion that they put something together to eat and apologized as soon as they got into the other room. "I'm so sorry. He just showed up with no warning, Kurt."

"It's okay. I just…he's… Your brother's extremely good looking, isn't he?" Kurt gave a dreamy sigh and looked back towards the living room with a goofy expression on his face. "He kind of looks familiar. I can't quite place him…"

Blaine waved his hand in front of Kurt's face to get his attention. "I'll get him out of your hair. Just give me five minutes and —"

"No! I mean, far be it for me to cut your reunion short," Kurt interjected. "Why don't we all go out to breakfast? Get to know each other better?"

Kurt's undisguised eagerness to spend more time with his brother didn't sit too well with Blaine. "He'll just spend the whole time trying to convince you to set him up with your agent. He's just looking for a career boost."

"Bah. I'm sure that's just an excuse. I bet he missed you and doesn't know how to say it." Kurt threaded his arm through Blaine's and looked down at him happily. "Come on, pancakes are on me."

"I think you'll regret this."

"Doubtful. I can't think of anything better to do than to spend the day with the two best looking guys in North America."

=^..^=

They ended up at Peggy Sue's, a small café they had discovered a few weeks earlier. The place was small, with only a few tables, and neither the customers nor the staff had ever seemed to recognize Kurt. They were able to slip into a table at the back and Kurt and Blaine quickly put in their orders for pancakes with all the fixings. Cooper took a little while longer to order and flirted a bit with the waitress, asking about the specials and what her recommendations were.

Blaine felt a warm breath on the side of his face as Kurt leaned over to whisper, "Blaine, why is your brother speaking in a bad Italian accent?"

"It's…just a stupid thing he does. Please just ignore him."

Just then Cooper finished making his selection and the waitress left them to place the order with the cook.

"So, the movie star and the commoner, huh? Is it true love or what? Give me all the scoop. Everything that's not fit to print. No need to skip the sexy stuff either, I'm a big boy." Cooper leaned back in his chair with a giant grin on his face and waggled his eyebrows.

Blaine looked around the room furtively. Though no one had recognized them so far there was no need to push their luck. "Cooper, I'm hardly going to talk about the intimate details of my relationship with you."

Out of the corner of his eye Blaine saw Kurt narrow his eyes at him in confusion. When Cooper became distracted for a minute by the waitress bending over to pick up a fallen napkin Blaine shook his head at Kurt, hoping he would get the message that he didn't want Cooper to know that they weren't really dating. He saw the comprehension on Kurt's face, then a spark of something else.

Cooper refocused his attention on them and Blaine gave a start of surprise when Kurt scooted his chair closer and leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder. "Oh, it's true love, definitely. Your brother is the most incredible man I've ever met." Kurt turned his head and kissed Blaine softly on the cheek, his face radiating sweetness, but his eyes promising of a morning of torture.

"I'm glad to hear it. I was worried about him for a while when he was a kid. I know it's difficult when you grow up with a supremely talented older sibling, but I didn't think he always applied himself as much as he could when it came to acting and dance lessons," Cooper declared, obviously missing the point that Kurt was talking about him as a man and not a performer.

"I was eight the last time you saw me dance," Blaine grumbled softly into this coffee.

"You two used to take lessons together?" Kurt looked delightedly between the two of them, probably imagining them dressed as orphans from Oliver! or acting out a scene from Huck Finn. He reached down and put his hand on Blaine's knee, only looking back innocently when Blaine nearly jumped out of his skin.

"No, the lessons he's referring to basically consisted of him trying to teach me these bizarre techniques he picked up from some old book at the library and then ridiculing me whenever I got something wrong," Blaine replied, distracted by the feeling of Kurt's hand still touching his leg.

Cooper set down his glass and pointed at Blaine emphatically. "Hey, don't knock my methods, little brother. The things I learned from that book made me one of America's best loved credit rating spokespeople."

"I knew I recognized you!" Kurt cried, bouncing up and down in his seat excitedly. "I used to love those commercials. I actually had the song as my ring tone for a while in high school."

Kurt and Cooper began to talk about Cooper's commercials and the evolution that the Free Credit Rating Today jingle had gone through over the years. Blaine took another sip of coffee and remembered how proud he'd been when he'd first seen Cooper on TV singing that stupid song. Proud that was until he realized that Cooper hadn't even bothered to call and tell him that he had gotten a big national commercial. It had hurt, because he knew that there was nothing Cooper liked better than talking about himself, so he must have called almost everyone he knew and told them about the job. Everyone except his brother, that is. Blaine had tried calling him that night, but the phone number he had was disconnected. It had been another five months until they had spoken again.

The feeling of Kurt's hand on his brought Blaine's attention back to the present.

"Blaine, honey, your food's here."

Blaine looked down to find a plate of blueberry pancakes sitting in front of him. Kurt and Cooper were both looking at him, Kurt with some concern and Cooper with annoyance probably because the conversation had moved off of him for a moment.

"So I saw that interview you did on the red carpet," Cooper said, gesturing with his fork at Blaine, nearly causing the bite of scrambled eggs sitting on it to fly into his lap. "Very nice. You have good presence in front of the camera, but I have a tip for the next time. You should always try and make sure you're photographed from your right side."

Blaine was unexpectedly touched that Cooper would study pictures and videos of him enough to know what his best side was. "Thanks, Coop. I'll keep that in mind."

"Yeah, your left side is much more photogenic and we can't have people thinking you're the better looking Anderson brother, can we?"

Ah yes, it was good to see Cooper again.

=^..^=

In what he hoped wasn't the beginning of a pattern, Kurt woke up at six o'clock again the next morning. Unable to get back to sleep, he dragged himself out of bed towards his in-house gym. He opened the door to find Blaine already there, deeply immersed in his own workout. Kurt knew Blaine worked out every morning, but this was the first time he had ever witnessed it. When he had moved in, Blaine had asked if he could add a workout bag to the gym and now Kurt was very glad that he had said yes. Blaine had his back to him and he was rhythmically hitting the bag, the muscles in his back bunching and releasing, sweat dripping down and making each muscle glisten. It made Kurt flash back to the very hot (and wholly inappropriate) dream he'd had the night before that involved him being in the middle of an Anderson brother sandwich.

Meeting Cooper had been very enlightening and had given him some much needed insight into Blaine's life growing up. It was obvious that the two men didn't feel completely comfortable with each other and that there was some baggage carried on both sides. There had been only a brief mention of their parents and Kurt was surprised to hear that it had been several years since either of their sons had seen them. Most of the conversation had centered on Cooper and his career, as Blaine had forewarned, but Kurt hadn't minded. The scenery had been beautiful (man, those Anderson genes were of good quality) even if much of the talk had been less than interesting.

They'd finished eating and then sent Cooper off with a promise that Kurt would see if his agent had any open appointments for the following week (Cooper, of course, had just happened to have some head shots with him, which he'd given to Kurt). It was a promise that Kurt planned to follow through on. He had no idea how good (or bad) an actor Cooper was, but he was amazingly good looking and Kurt had a feeling his agent might be interested. And besides, even though Kurt now had some success, he still knew what it was like to get a rejection without even being given a chance to show what he could do. He'd seen the desperation in Cooper's eyes, the need to prove himself and get beyond the bottom of the barrel roles he'd been getting and Kurt wanted to give him that chance.

He also hoped that helping Cooper might bring Blaine and his brother closer together. Cooper had spent almost the entire visit talking to Kurt and Kurt had seen the sadness under Blaine's eyes as he watched them. Cooper was Blaine's only family really and the fact that he had shown so little interest in Blaine had obviously been painful. Maybe if Cooper was more successful, more sure of himself, he would become less self-involved. It was a long shot, but Kurt wanted to try. Blaine had done so much for him, been so supportive, and helped him so much, he needed to start giving back and until he could find a better way to do it, helping Cooper would have to do.

The clanging sound of weights dropping brought Kurt back to the present. Blaine had finished with the bag and had moved over to the weight bench where he was now wiping the sweat off his brow and Kurt could have sworn the whole thing was happening in slow motion. He began to get a great idea (well, he had more than one, but there was only one he was going to act on) and slipped out of the room to give it more thought.

=^..^=

While Blaine finished up his workout, Kurt retreated to the kitchen and began the first step in his plan. Blaine's favorite breakfast food was Belgian waffles, so Kurt whipped up a batter and set it to chill in the fridge. He then set about making his secret recipe (and oh, so bad for the waistline) cheesy scrambled eggs and finished up by frying some bacon until it was perfect and crispy. When Blaine emerged from his bedroom freshly showered he found Kurt standing next to the delicious bounty with an enormous smile.

"Did you have a good workout?" Kurt asked as his waved Blaine to the table.

Blaine's eyes widened as he took in all the food. "Yeah. Sorry if I woke you this morning. Cooper's visit…I had some aggression to work through."

"No, I woke up on my own, don't worry. I thought I'd celebrate this lovely day with a big breakfast. Come. Sit."

"This looks delicious. Why do I get the feeling you're buttering me up for something?" Blaine asked suspiciously, taking a seat at the table and shaking a napkin out onto his lap.

Kurt put a hand to his chest dramatically. "I'm hurt that you would doubt my intentions and cast such aspersions on my character."

"Uh huh. It's too soon after Cooper's visit for me to fall for this. It might have been more effective without the Southern Belle accent too. What do you want?" The last words were a little hard to understand because Blaine already had his mouth full of eggs.

"Well, since you offered," Kurt smiled beauteously, leaning over and pouring maple syrup onto Blaine's waffle like the housewife in a 1950s sitcom. "There's a role I've been thinking about going out for, but I'll need to prove to the studio that I'm physically able to do it. I was hoping you might consider training me."

"You have my attention. Do go on." Blaine joined in on the game and rolled his hand in front of him in a pompous magnanimous gesture.

Kurt dropped the act and cleared his throat nervously. "They're…they're rebooting the X-Men franchise and one of the characters is going to be Northstar. He's —"

"He's gay," Blaine said, his eyebrows even pointier in his surprise. "He's an openly gay superhero. Wow, I-I can't believe you're going out for that role."

Kurt felt a prickle of pain at Blaine's reaction, but tried not to show it. Did Blaine think he wasn't masculine enough for the role? "Why? You don't think I can do it?"

"No, no!" Blaine covered Kurt's hand with his on the table and squeezed. "I just meant that it doesn't seem like your thing, that's all. You don't strike me as the graphic novel sort. Have you ever even read an issue of X-Men? Or seen a superhero movie for that matter?"

"Sorry, I'm kind of over-sensitive about people implying I'm too 'feminine' for a role. Ancient history." The feeling of Blaine's hands on his was so comforting that Kurt didn't want to move. "As for reading the X-Men, I hadn't until this role came up, but my agent sent over a bunch of issues with Northstar in them and I've read them all. And while superhero movies are not really my cup of Earl Grey, you're forgetting I lived for several years with my very straight, football playing step-brother. I've seen more superhero movies than I care to admit. Some of them do have a certain…appeal."

"The spandex?" Blaine put his elbows on the table and set his chin in his hands innocently.

Kurt sighed blissfully and nodded. "The spandex." He picked up his knife and began to twist it back and forth between his fingers nervously. "I know I'm probably not the first actor that comes to mind for the role, but I really think I can do it and he'll be the first gay superhero in a movie. I just…it will be iconic and I want it to be me."

"Kurt, you don't have to convince me. I think you'd be amazing and I'll do whatever I can to help. Let's go over the script and figure out what we should train on."

Kurt gave a delighted squeak and clapped his hands together. With Blaine's help that part was his.

=^..^=

Blaine sat next to Kurt on the living room floor, the script and graphic novels spread out around them. Northstar was described as a French ("Oui, je parle français, Blaine") professional skier ("Ha, never even tried a pair of skis on. I look amazing in a good ski sweater, though"), whose special power was superhuman speed. In addition, he was a skilled trapeze artist with exceptional agility, enhanced reflexes, and advanced martial arts training. Blaine couldn't help with the superhuman speed, but he could definitely teach Kurt some martial arts basics for the audition.

He had Kurt give him a demo of any skills he already had that would be useful and was stunned to see an amazing display of Sai sword work and flexibility. After his brain had recovered enough from the sight of Kurt doing the splits and almost putting his leg behind his head that he could form a coherent thought, Blaine suggested that they start training the next day with fencing. Though there was no specific call for sword fighting in the script, Blaine had found that fencing helped with grace of movement, balance, and reaction times. Kurt already had an inherent natural grace, but it would be good to get a little discipline behind it.

Blaine made an appointment at a specialty gym that specialized in fencing, careful to time it so that they wouldn't be caught in the nightmare that was Los Angeles traffic. There weren't many things that made Blaine loose his cool, but sitting still on the highway, trapped between a low-rider with the base turned all the way up and a sedan with a right-wing bumper sticker on the back was one of them and one should never fence angry.

Once at the gym they visited the equipment rental area for their clothing, pads, and foils. Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes widened in amazement at the shear amount of equipment. They made their way to the locker room and Blaine dropped his things on a bench, not commenting when Kurt moved over to the next row of lockers, out of Blaine's sight. The basic clothing was simple: tight white knee-length breeches, knee-high socks that covered the ends of the pants, and a long-sleeved shirt that hugged the body tightly. The pads came next: a chest protector, underarm protector for the sword arm, and, of course, a protective cup. Once he had finished putting on his padding Blaine waited for Kurt to finish, since the jacket that went over the top of everything fastened in the back and was difficult to put on alone.

Kurt joined him a few minutes later, jacket in hand, and Blaine felt all the moisture leave his mouth. Kurt looked good in white (and by 'good', Blaine meant 'mind-blowingly amazing') and the tight breeches were a look he should consider adopting in real life. He helped Kurt on with his jacket and fastened the back enclosures, running his hand across his back to make sure that he had caught them all. Kurt returned the favor and all that was left was the final strap.

"This is called the 'crotch strap', so it's pretty self-explanatory," Blaine explained awkwardly. "It fastens in back with a buckle. To keep the jacket from riding up when you move. Um…yeah."

Kurt hesitated before reaching down to pass the strap between his legs and held it out behind him for Blaine to take. Blaine knelt down to fasten the buckle and found his face very near an area that thousands of fan girls and boys would probably pay a lot of money to touch. He finished quickly and Kurt did the same for him and they were done.

They picked up their masks, gloves, and foils and started out of the locker room. On the way they passed a full length mirror and Kurt paused to look at himself critically. "I kind of like it. I might have to use this as inspiration for some new designs."

The time for their appointment arrived and they entered the fencing strip assigned to them. Blaine explained the basics then helped Kurt put his mask and gloves on. They practiced simple moves for about an hour before Blaine led Kurt through a short match. He was impressed with how quickly Kurt had picked things up. He had great form (and a most impressive lunge) and was quickly picking up the strategic aspects of the sport. If he ended up getting the role, Blaine was going to suggest that he continue the training. He called an end to their session and Kurt pulled off his mask, shooting a triumphant grin Blaine's way.

They returned to the locker room to shower and change. After piling his discarded clothes and pads in a neat pile Blaine headed to the showers. The gym had excellent water pressure and he just stood beneath the beating water for a few minutes, letting it wash away any tension. He dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist before leaving the shower stall. As he turned the corner he ran into Kurt, who had just finished his own shower. Like Blaine, Kurt had a towel on for modesty, but while trying to avoid running full into Blaine he'd lost hold of one edge. For a split second the mirror behind him reflected him in all his toned glory for Blaine to see. Blaine put on a poker face and pretended he hadn't seen anything. He just smiled apologetically and continued on to his locker. Once there he leaned his forehead against the cool metal and took in a shuddering breath. This was the universe trying to balance things out after the dressing room incident, he just knew it. He took another deep breath. Kurt was much more muscular than he would have ever guessed. Lean and hard in all the right places. Blaine shook his head and started to put on his street clothes. Kurt should be naked in his next role. That should be a thing.

=^..^=

After a week of fencing lessons, Blaine had declared it time to move onto martial arts training and Kurt was glad for the change. He was enjoying fencing, more than he thought he would in fact, since it was a sport and Kurt was, well, Kurt, but the constant talk about 'thrusting' had made him want to request that they turn up the air conditioning in the training room.

They had discussed the different kinds of martial arts that Blaine was trained in and had decided on taekwondo and aikido for some classical style moves and krav maga for a more modern take. The fights scripted for Northstar were very physical and always against two or more opponents, so while they would start out with some simple sparring, the plan was to get into some more complicated moves. Blaine even hoped to add in some parkour, which seemed like something Northstar would do in order to get the advantage in a fight.

The first few days were about the basics and Kurt was pleased to catch on relatively quickly. Now, on the third day of training, Blaine had told him they were going to do some actual sparring and maybe learn a flip or two.

As Kurt watched Blaine cover the floor with mats that would cushion them a bit when they fell, he realized that this was the start to every cheesy training montage that had ever graced a movie screen. Only unlike in most of those montages, the trainee was silently lusting over the trainer.

They warmed up before doing a short review of moves Kurt had learned on the previous days. When the sparring began Kurt was fully aware that Blaine was holding back a lot, but that didn't lessen his feeling of accomplishment. After about an hour they took a break to get some water and prepare for the flip training. Kurt watched as Blaine ran a towel over his head, rubbing some of the moisture out of the curls that he hadn't bothered to gel that morning. A bead of sweat ran down his neck before taking a detour across his torso once it met the resistance of his chest hair. Kurt was imagining tracing the trail it left with his tongue when he heard his name being called.

"Kurt? Are you ready?"

Kurt refocused his attention. "Absolutely. This training may really come in handy the next time there's a sale at Barney's. Oh! Black Friday is coming up. It's the most cutthroat shopping day of the year, you know. Let's go Mr. Miyagi, teach me your mysterious wax on/wax off ways."

"Mmm…this is more aikido than karate, but I'll accept the comparison," Blaine said, moving into position on the mat.

Blaine showed Kurt the basic moves of the flip, which used an attacker's own body weight against them, several times before actually demonstrating on Kurt himself. One second Kurt was standing on the mat and the next thing he knew he was laid out flat on his back looking up at Blaine, who was holding out a hand to help him up. They did the flip several more times before Blaine felt Kurt was ready to try it himself.

Kurt tried unsuccessfully several times to replicate the flip, Blaine offering little corrections each time. Finally, everything clicked and Kurt swept his arm around, flipping Blaine over his shoulder in one smooth move. He was so surprised that it had worked that he forgot to let go of Blaine's arm and the momentum brought him down too, where he landed right on top of Blaine.

Kurt closed his eyes as he landed and after the initial shock of the impact dissipated, he opened them, anxious to offer an apology for his clumsiness. The words stuck in his throat, though, as he found himself face-to-face with Blaine, their lips just inches apart. There was a hush in the room, with only the sounds of their heavy breathing echoing off the blank walls. Neither one of them moved as they stared into each other's eyes. As he lay there, Kurt became aware of a hundred sensations: the sponginess of the mat beneath his knee and hand, the roughness of the hair on Blaine's ankle, the surprising softness of the chest hairs where his other hand lay,

the chill in the air made all the more evident by the heat coming off of their bodies. He watched as Blaine's pupils dilated and one of his hands came up to rest on Kurt's waist. As he became lost in Blaine's eyes, he dropped his head slightly, their lips moving closer and closer with each passing second.

Their trance was broken when music erupted from Kurt's phone as a call came in.

Kurt pushed himself off of Blaine slowly and they both sat up, gasping to regain their breath. Blaine looked over towards Kurt's phone then back, a disbelieving look on his face. He ran his hand through his damp curls and got to his feet, quietly slipping out of the room. Kurt watched him go in confusion, before groaning when his phone rang again. He threw himself back on the floor, his hands covering his face, as he listened to the sounds of the ring tone he had set up the week before: Cooper Anderson singing the Free Credit Rating Today jingle.

=^..^=

After he took a shower and dawdled by spending way too much time fixing his hair, Kurt slunk out of his room and grabbed a few slices of pizza from the fridge to bring back to his room. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't avoiding Blaine again, he just had things that he'd been putting off that required his attention. He needed to experiment with that new box of French skin care creams that had arrived the week before and he also had to perform a long overdue rearrangement of his closet (he'd found a Paul Smith scarf mixed in with his summer sweaters the other day and that kind of chaos could not continue).

It was almost Thanksgiving and the holiday couldn't come soon enough for Kurt. He desperately needed to see his dad again and take comfort in the quiet, steady strength he always offered. It also wouldn't hurt that there would be someone around to act as a buffer between Blaine and himself for a few days. The little moments of being caught in an inappropriate daydream or almost acting on his attraction were coming closer together now. He didn't know what it would be, but something was going to have to give, and soon.