Sunlight streamed through his window, falling over his chest and the face of the man using it as a pillow. Soft hair fanned across his skin, all traces of the sweat that had slicked their bodies cooled from the night.

Blaine looked, and looked, and could feel the words bubbling at the back of his throat. Three little words that had started trying to claw their way out of his mouth as they approached the three month mark. And now that he and Kurt had been…doing whatever it was they had been doing…for nearly four months it had been getting harder and harder to swallow them back down.

The gentle, slow breath hitting his stomach reassured him that Kurt was still asleep when he whispered those three words. I love you.

He knew that loving him was a dangerous thing. The past three months had been eerily quiet, but there had been stretches when he wore a Kevlar vest and a tracking device concealed in a cuff or watch. It had been too quiet…but it had allowed them to carry on as they had that first week, spending more and more nights at each other's apartments.

By the end of the first month, the all-consuming thirst for the other's body had been slaked. The passion hadn't gone, but the fear that one day he would wake up and Kurt would be gone without notice had diminished. They hadn't stopped fucking and their fucking hadn't stopped being mind-blowing. But they had slowed down, taken hours to tease and memorize the feel and taste and smell of the other's body.

By the end of the second month Blaine spent as much time with Kurt as he did alone or at the house. They watched movies together, cuddling on a couch, washed dishes together, dancing through the kitchen, wet hands leaving trails that only lasted a moment. They had the talk around then. Neither had been seeing any other people, but bother of them wanted it to be official.

By month three, Blaine thought he knew what he was feeling. He was happy in a way he didn't ever remember being. But Kurt hadn't met his family, though he did know that they had a…special situation. Blaine hadn't met Kurt's family either. He knew he would have to soon. That his declaration would have to come with an explanation. A complete explanation. Kurt felt like forever. And forever would include Blaine's family. It was only fair.

He only hoped Kurt, the brave man who faced down divas and ran around New York like a native, wouldn't run after Blaine told him.

For the moment, nearly four months in a steady, monogamous relationship based on truth and one lie, Blaine was content to hold Kurt in his arms and forget the world outside his apartment.

The breath hitting his chest changed: one deep sigh and then the pattern of someone awake.

"Good morning, beautiful." He heard the happiness in his own voice, covering the words and dripping like thick honey.

Kurt snuggled in closer, trying to burrow closer into Blaine's side. His leg, thrown over Blaine's thigh, pulled Blaine closer.

Blaine had learned that it was easiest to just let Kurt take his time waking up. Leaning down (pulling his back and oh, Kurt must have left marks across his back and where he hit the wall hurt), his lips brushed the top of Kurt's head before he started disentangling himself.

Gradually, he wormed his way out of Kurt's hold and off the bed. He pulled on boxers and went to make them coffee, glancing at the clock. Ten. Damn. No wonder he was functioning—it was barely morning anymore. Even though they both collapsed around three am that was still seven hours of deliciously restful sleep. And gods did it feel good.

He poured in enough water and grounds for two cups for each of them and surveyed his food supplies for breakfast. Maybe pancakes with a touch of lemon and blueberries.

His phone sang from where his pants had dropped the night before. He sprinted to it, turning off the Rio before it could disturb Kurt and answered.

"What, Cooper?"

"Can't a brother call to extend his brother's boyfriend an invitation to dinner so he can be introduced to the family? It's been what? Four months? For a one-time thing, he sure hangs around a lot."

"Can we not talk about this now? He doesn't know about the family and I don't think he's ready to."

"Then do it in stages and don't show him the armory. So tonight bring him to dinner. He can help in the kitchen during the meeting. And we may end early tonight. Then you can have the rest of the weekend except the call tomorrow to fuck his brains out. Or have your brains fucked out. Whichever."

"No, Cooper."

Cooper's response was a hum before the call ended in Blaine's ear. His brother was getting weirder by the day.

The skillet was on to preheat and he was finishing mixing the batter when Kurt walked in, clad in a pair of boxers and one of Blaine's shirts, too tight across his chest and too short for fashion but Blaine was not going to complain about that.

Long arms wrapped around his waist and lips kissed under his ear. "Good morning."

Blaine leaned back against the hard body behind him, neck twisted as he sought Kurt's lips. "Good morning, sleepy head. Welcome to the land of the living."

"So says the man who is morally offended by the existence of alarm clocks and tempts fate by cooking sans shirt." Kurt kissed his cheek and went to fix their coffee, giving Blaine's ass a light slap as he passed.

"I wouldn't do that if you don't want burnt pancakes." Blaine brandished his spatula, then blushed when he realized what it might look like and went back to his pancakes. Kurt leaned against the counter next to him, setting Blaine's coffee down and sipping from his own, a soft smile bringing light to his face.

Blaine cooked and Kurt sipped his coffee, a peaceful silence settling between them.

The pancakes were almost done when the knock at the door jarred their peace. They had done this for weeks. No one had interrupted before.

"Were you expecting someone?" Kurt cocked his head as he asked.

"No…" Oh no. He wouldn't have. Please, god of pancakes and morning sex, let it not be Cooper.

"BLAINEY. I know you're in there." Cooper's voice, entirely too chipper, sing-songed from behind the door.

The gods of pancakes and morning sex were apparently not on his side.

"If I don't get that he'll just use his key. I'm surprised he waited this long."

Kurt nodded stiffly, set his coffee down and took charge of the pancakes. Blaine, still clad in only his boxers, threw the door open, using his best bitch face on his brother.

"What do you want, Cooper? I am kinda busy, as I told you earlier."

"Yes, but since you wouldn't let me talk to your beau and I haven't gotten the chance to meet him yet, I decided I would drop by…Ooh. Pancakes." Cooper had shoved past his brother to and walked to the kitchen. "Hello, Kurt. I'm Cooper." He stuck his hand out. Kurt met Blaine's eyes over Cooper's shoulder. Blaine responded with a shrug, forcing his worries down.

"Hello Cooper, how nice of you to drop in on our breakfast for two." Kurt's tone was cool, eyes narrowing at Cooper as he flipped a pancake.

"Blainey can't cook for two and that smells like Mom's recipe. So there's plenty. Have any coffee?"

Cooper didn't wait for an answer, helping himself to what was left in the pot, oblivious to the uncomfortable silence. "Close the door, Blaine. You don't want to be flashing your neighbor." Blaine shook his head and shut the door, returning to the kitchen to grab another plate and fork for Cooper, since he had apparently invited himself to their breakfast.

Kurt, confusion and wariness dancing across his face, just stared at Cooper, who had taken the place and fork and helped himself to pancakes and a seat at the table.

"Come on. I know I'm pretty. You don't have to stare. Sit and eat."

Blaine shook his head and grabbed his and Kurt's plates. Arms wrapped around him from behind and he stilled, leaning back into Kurt's hold.

"Why is your brother interrupting our breakfast?"

Plates safely returned to the counter, Blaine turned in the circle of Kurt's arms, his own coming up to drape across broad shoulders. "The sooner we sit and eat with him the sooner he leaves."

Blaine felt Kurt searching his face. He sighed and nodded.

His heart could sing and he couldn't figure out why this made him so happy. But it did. So he settled on showing it. Rising up on tip toes Blaine cupped Kurt's face, stubble rough and wonderful under his palms. "Thank you." His voice was a whisper, private even with Cooper's prying eyes watching them.

Kurt smiled and nodded, ducking, lips soft against the corner of Blaine's mouth. Hands still cupping Kurt's face he guided pink bow lips back down to meet his squarely.

Vaguely aware of Cooper watching them, lips stayed closed as eyes drifted shut, the kiss lingering when they broke apart.

"NO SEX IN THE KITCHEN." Cooper's shout was muffled around the mouthful of pancakes but no less obnoxious. Blaine's head fell to Kurt's chest, the strong thump of his heartbeat soothing when he didn't know he needed it.

"It's my kitchen, Cooper. You're the one interrupting."

Kurt cuddled him closer for a minute, bending lower until his lips brushed Blaine's ear. "The sooner he eats the sooner he leaves, right?" Blaine nodded against his chest.

They broke their embrace at the same time, Blaine picking the plates back up and Kurt taking their coffee cups.

Cooper was nearly done when they sat down.

"So, Cooper." Kurt's tone epitomized formality. "What prompted you to drop in so suddenly on our breakfast when I know you are going to see your brother later?"

"Actually," he swallowed the last of his pancakes, "I wanted to talk to you. I called earlier but Blainey didn't put you on so I came over. "

"Why?" Ice crystals hung from Kurt's words. Blaine's annoyance with his brother faded as he watched Kurt take on the underboss of the Genovese family (not that Kurt knew that yet).

"I wanted to invite you to dinner tonight."

Blaine choked on his coffee. Kurt's hand rubbed circles on his back as he got his breathing under control, eyes unmoving from Cooper's.

"Is that an invitation or a demand?"

Cooper's eyes narrowed. "Do I seem like the type of person who would threaten his baby brother's latest beau?" Blaine was going to kill Cooper. "And it has been, what, four months? Isn't that long past time to meet the family? Unless it isn't that serious for you."

Oh, god. They were going to have to have a talk. The talk. And figure out where they stood. Cooper, why won't you let me have nice things?

"Blaine?" He looked at Kurt's face, unreadable. "Do you want me to meet your family?"

He wanted to dig himself a hole and hide. How did Cooper always frame it so it was Blaine's fault?

"It's up to you."

"What time?" This was directed at Cooper. Kurt's eyes held 6 words in them—we will talk later. For the first time in nearly four months, Blaine was worried he would never wake up next to Kurt again.

"Seven."

"Dress?"

"Business."

"We'll be there."

Cooper clapped his hands together, flashing a smile Blaine knew was supposed to melt hearts. "Fantastic. Now, enjoy your breakfast before it gets cold and I will see you at seven." He ruffled Blaine's hair and left.

An awkward silence fell in his wake. Apologies of all varieties built in the back of Blaine's mouth, fighting to be said.

"So. That's the infamous Cooper Anderson."

Kurt's words triggered the flood of apologies Blaine had been tamping down. "I am so sorry about that I wouldn't have let him in I understand you might not want to meet them yet we never had that talk I didn't want to pressure you I am so sorry he ruined our breakfast."

The torrent of words died with a finger pressed to his lips.

"Yes, that was unexpected, but Blaine, do you not want me to meet your family?"

"What? No. I want you to. But I didn't know if you wanted to."

"Blaine." Kurt's voice soothed, a balm against fraying nerves. "I don't know about you, but I haven't had anyone else in my bed or my heart for four months. I..." He trailed off, swallowing a few times. "I would love to meet your family. I didn't bring any of this up because you never spoke fondly of them. And I didn't know you needed a label for us. I would be proud to introduce you as my boyfriend and lover instead of just my lover."

Hot tears pricked the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over. "I..." the words caught and broke in his throat. "I'm glad. I want you to be." He tried to blink away the tears, embarrassed until he saw Kurt having the same problem. He leaned in, bringing their mouths together in the sweetest, most tender kiss he could remember.

When they broke, lips just beginning to swell and tongues still tasting the other, they smiled at each other. Blaine could float he was so happy. Even with the looming prospect of dinner that night, he felt like nothing short of a zombie apocalypse could kill his high.

"Now, how about we put breakfast away for now?"

"Why?" Kurt's eyes were adorably confused.

"Because I am feeling more in the mood for newly-officially-boyfriends sex in the kitchen I was told I wasn't allowed to have sex in."

Kurt chuckled, rumbling deep in his chest where Blaine felt it as he kissed a path down it. "Marking your territory?"

"Something like that."

When they had collapsed, smelling of sweat and sex and radiating happiness, neither mentioned (loudly) the twin marks on Kurt's hips or the one over Blaine's heart.