He opens the door and is knocked to the floor with an “oomph”. He winces as his stitches are stretched.

“HI BLAINE!” Kurt almost shouts.

“Hi Kurt.” Blaine says and laughs at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. “Are we just gonna lie here on the flo-“

He gets cut off by Kurt pressing his lips to his own. Blaine relaxes and puts a hand on the side of Kurt’s face. A car honks outside.

“I should get my bag!” Kurt says and jumps off of Blaine and runs back to the car.

Blaine gets up, wincing a little more but laughs when Kurt comes skipping back towards him. Blaine waves at Burt, Carole and Finn in the car when they drive away. Kurt walks inside and drops his bag by the couch.

“You look nice today, Blaine. But how can you wear a long-sleeved shirt in June?”

“Thank you, Kurt. You look amazing, as per usual. We have air-conditioning and aunt Sarah likes it colder than I do. I got ingredients for dinner.”

Blaine watches Kurt as he walks into the kitchen in his shorts that fit just right and a black, bedazzled, pretty tight tank-top. Kurt’s hair is flawless as usual and Blaine can’t wait to ruin it later tonight.

“Hey! Eyes up here!” Kurt laughs and points to his face.

Blaine blushes and walks over to him. They make the chicken pasta together and eat it with candles lit on the table.

“Did you miss me?” Kurt asks.

“Hmm, I have to think about that one. YES!” he smiles.

I should tell him about what happened. He is gonna ask later when he sees my stitches. I’ll tell him tonight, just not now…

“Did you like the pasta?” Kurt asks then.

“Yes. Did you?”

“I did. What kind of ice-cream did you buy?”

“Cookie dough for me and raspberry for you.”

“Ah, you know me so well.”

“Indeed I do. What movie did you choose?”

“You’ll see.”

They finish dinner and bring the ice-cream, two spoons and all the candles into the living room. Blaine gets a blanket while Kurt put’s the DVD in the player. Blaine recognizes the music as he gets under the blanket on the sofa.
“The Little Mermaid!” Kurt smiles and joins him under the blanket.
They watch the movie cuddled up together under the blanket, eating their ice-cream and singing along to the music. They kiss and feed each other ice-cream occasionally. They finish their ice-cream and Kurt goes to the bathroom while Blaine puts the spoons in the dishes and the ice-cream tubs in the recycling.

They watch the rest of the movie and when the credits start rolling Kurt throws the blanket onto the floor and pushes Blaine into the cushions of the sofa. He straddles him and starts kissing his neck. Blaine hums in the back of his throat.

“We are going to get sick of the menu-music looping.” Blaine whispers.

Kurt leans back and looks at Blaine, his eyes dark.

“Let’s move to the bedroom then, shall we?” he says.

They practically run into the bedroom. Now it is Blaine’s turn to push Kurt down into the softness beneath them, straddling him. They kiss and sigh happily into each other’s mouths. They smile and clank their teeth together which only make them smile even more. Blaine moves his mouth to whisper sweet nothings into Kurt’s ear and the boy whimpers beneath him. Blaine kisses the spot right below his ear and grazes Kurt’s earlobe gently with his teeth. Kurt groans and Blaine does too. Blaine then sits back and tugs at the bottom of Kurt’s tank-top. Kurt leans forward and Blaine brings it over Kurt’s head and throws it on the floor. He takes a few seconds to admire Kurt’s hairless, pale chest. Kurt leans forward again and tugs on the bottom of Blaine’s shirt. Blaine hesitates but let’s Kurt slide it off and throw it on the floor too. I’ll keep my arm under him so he can’t see the lines. That has worked the other times… And I am going to tell him about the cut on my stomach tonight anyway. He leans down again and kisses Kurt, sliding his tongue gently across Kurt’s lower lip. Kurt takes in a breath through his mouth and Blaine sees his chance. They duel their tongues for a little while, fisting each other’s hair. Kurt makes a noise in protest when Blaine let’s go but makes another sound, one of approval, as Blaine starts to kiss down his jaw and neck. Blaine leaves a small mark on Kurt’s left clavicle. He looks at it and smiles. He continues to kiss down Kurt’s chest, paying extra attention to both of Kurt’s nipples with his tongue. Blaine kisses his way down Kurt’s stomach and when he reaches Kurt’s waistband he licks from hipbone to hipbone right above it.

“Pants. Off. Now!” Kurt’s says with a raspy voice.

Blaine crawls down to Kurt’s feet and pulls his shorts and boxers down in one swift motion. Kurt giggles as Blaine scoots down the bed and stands up at the foot of it. He pulls his jeans and boxers off while watching Kurt waiting for him on the bed. Kurt licks his lips and Blaine practically jumps back over him. He puts his left arm underneath Kurt’s body and grinds his erection into Kurt’s. They groan, rubbing together for a long time. Blaine kisses Kurt’s neck and leaves a mark on his right clavicle too. Kurt suddenly rolls them over and straddles Blaine. He leans down to whisper in Blaine’s ear while grinding his hips down.

“I want to fuck you.” Kurt whispers and Blaine just groans in response.

Blaine points wordlessly to his nightstand where Kurt digs out some lube and gets his fingers wet. He lies down leaning his chest against the side of Blaine, one arm under his head and nudges Blaine’s legs apart with his hand. Blaine spreads his legs, throwing one over Kurt’s and bends the other to put his foot flat against the mattress.

He hisses and then lets out a groan as Kurt works his fingers inside him. They kiss and Kurt leaves a few marks of his own. One behind Blaine’s ear, one in the dip of his throat and one next to his nipple. When Kurt thinks that Blaine is ready he gets between his legs and looks Blaine in the eyes as he sinks into him. Blaine moans loudly and wraps his legs around Kurt’s waist to bring him even closer. They move in sync, fitting together perfectly for what feels like hours. Blaine claws at Kurt’s beautiful pale back, sure to leave red lines from his nails. He winces at the thought though. I don’t want to ruin his perfect, soft skin… Kurt stops moving and looks at him. Blaine just angels his head back and moans, so Kurt continues. They come together, chest to chest, forehead to forehead and lips on lips. They ride it out together and fall into a heap of limbs. After lying in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Kurt suggests a shower. They shower together, Kurt rubbing shampoo into Blaine’s hair. When they are clean and dry back in bed in boxers only , Blaine has his left arm safely behind Kurt’s body while the boy leans against him. Blaine pets the small of Kurt’s back and rubs circles there. Kurt traces a finger in shapeless patterns on Blaine’s chest (that is darker than Kurt’s even though Kurt has never seen him tanning).

“I’d say this was our best time yet.” Blaine says and smiles up at Kurt.

Kurt brushes a few still damp curls from Blaine’s forehead and says “You have said that every time.”

“Yeah, but I really mean it this time. Holy hell!” Blaine exclaims.

“Language.” Kurt says.

“You’re one to talk.” Blaine says and winks at Kurt, who blushes.

Kurt has now moved his pattern-making finger down to Blaine’s stomach. He feels something weird so he looks down.

“What is this?!” Kurt says and sits up, but bends his back so he can look at Blaine’s stomach closely.

“Stitches.” Blaine says so quietly that he doubts Kurt will hear it.

“I see that! Why? What happened?” Kurt practically yells.

“Come here.” Blaine says and pulls Kurt back down to lye beside him. “I have to tell you something.”

“Yeah, you do.” Kurt says angrily but Blaine can hear the fear in his voice.

“You know how my dad did not like me being gay?” Blaine begins.

“Yes. He threw you out so you moved here.” Kurt says.

“Yes, but that is not the whole story. He beat me.”

Kurt gasps.

“I got 20 minutes to pack my things. I moved in here with aunt Sarah… This Wednesday when I was at the park a man stabbed me.”

“Wh- what?” Kurt asks and Blaine can feel Kurt’s rapid heartbeat against his side.

“I was in the hospital for two and a half days. The knife didn’t do any real damage so they just stitched me up and let me on my way.”  

“What does that have to do with your dad beating you?”

“Well, the man that stabbed me told me that my dad says hi. My dad probably sent someone to hurt me.”
“Or kill you!” Kurt yelled and started sobbing against Blaine’s chest.

“Shhh. I’m fine, Kurt. Don’t cry, baby.” Blaine cooed and combed through Kurt’s hair with his fingertips.

“I’m fine, okay? I’ll just have a scar. That is supposed to be sexy, right?”

Kurt continued sobbing and pressed his face into the space between Blaine’s neck and shoulder. 

Blaine continued to pet Kurt’s hair and used his other hand to draw shapes on Kurt’s hip.

“The police fixed a restraining order. So I shouldn’t be in any danger.”

“Shouldn’t!” Kurt croaked and put his arms around Blaine’s torso, trying to squeeze them into one being.

Blaine moved up into a sitting position, moving Kurt into his lap. He cradles him to his chest and starts rocking them lightly back and forth while whispering things to Kurt. “I’m fine. It won’t happen again. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. Don’t cry, baby. Calm down. I love you.”

After about an hour Kurt has calmed down.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he sniffs.

They are lying on their sides, face to face with legs tangled together.

Blaine uses his right hand - that isn’t hidden behind Kurt - to brush Kurt’s tears away with his thumb.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to worry you. I was going to be fine. And if I had, you would have made your dad drive back here immediately.”
“You were stabbed Blaine!” Kurt snaps.

“I know. I’m sorry. But no one had contacted you until I did, and by then I already knew I was going to be just fine. Aunt Sarah should have called you right away, though.”

Kurt doesn’t say anything. Blaine takes his chin gently in his hand.

“I’m fine. I love you.” he whispers and kisses Kurt softly.

They fall asleep in each other’s arms, whispering “I love you” and “Don’t ever leave me”.

Blaine wakes up before Kurt, his left arm still underneath him. Kurt is lying on his back, arms and legs out like a starfish. His face is tilted towards Blaine, lips slightly parted. Blaine brushes a few strands of hair from Kurt’s forehead and starts to trace patterns on his stomach. He writes “Blaine”, “I love you” and “Kurt” on Kurt’s pale stomach. Blaine’s brain reminds him of when he wrote their names in his own blood on the tile floor of the bathroom. He shivers and Kurt stirs, rolling up into a ball. Blaine pulls the covers over Kurt and gets out of bed. He puts on the same dark purple shirt as the day before. Fashion be damned! He does change into a pair of blue jeans though. He walks into the kitchen singing “Candles” under his breath. He makes waffles and when he has a decent pile on a plate he walks back into the bedroom. He leans down and kisses Kurt’s exposed neck. Kurt shivers and gets adorable goose-bumps all across his skin.
“Wake up, babe. I made you waffles.” Blaine whispers.

“Watse time?...” Kurt mumbles.

“It is about eight.” Blaine answers and pulls the covers off of Kurt.

Kurt whines but gets up.

“I thought you were the morning person, and I wasn’t?” Blaine says and giggles when Kurt puts on his shorts backwards.

“You didn’t sob for an hour last night.”

“What are you gonna have the zipper on your but for?” Blaine asks and Kurt looks down.

“Crap.”

“I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen.” Blaine says and walks back in there to save the last waffle from getting burnt.

Blaine gets whipped cream, jam and sugar and puts it all on the table. He cuts a waffle into a heart and puts it on the plate opposite of his own. He then puts a glob of whipped cream - which he has made pink, using food coloring - in the middle. Blaine grins wildly when Kurt walks into the kitchen, also wearing the same clothes as the day before and sits down. He smiles at Blaine when he sees his plate.

 “You are so cheesy.” Kurt says but he gives Blaine an adoring look.

“Which is part of why you love me.”

They eat their waffles and talk about what they are going to do that day. Blaine suggests staying inside the apartment all day, eating more ice-cream and watching more Disney-movies. Then I won’t have to sweat like a pig in my long-sleeve outside. Kurt says they can’t stay in on a perfect summer day. Blaine suggests going to Kurt’s house. They also have air-conditioning… Kurt uses the same argument again. Blaine suggest going to the park but Kurt refuses due to what happened to Blaine there a few days before.

“We can go to the mall?” Kurt suggests.

Air-conditioning!

“Sure. What are we going to do there?”

“There is always shopping to be done! You could use a few pieces of clothing that don’t have long sleeves, for example.”

They go to the mall where Kurt drags Blaine in and out of the stores. He makes Blaine try on a bunch of t-shirts and tank tops. Blaine keeps his arms glued to the sides of his body the whole time. They buy a bunch of the clothes for him and then start looking for clothes for Kurt. Blaine loves to watch Kurt burst out of the changing rooms, arm stretched out as if to say “TADA!”. They buy some extravagant clothes for Kurt. The whole day they ignore people looking at them when they occasionally hold hands while walking from store to store. When Kurt is satisfied with the shopping they go to the Lima Bean to get coffee and then they restock ice-cream for later that day (Blaine also buys a tub of chocolate flavor that he knows Lorily likes).

When they get back to the Anderson apartment Sarah and Lorily are there too. Blaine and Kurt spend the day playing with Lorily (one of the games being hide and seek, just like Blaine had promised her earlier) while Sarah does some errands. In the evening they decide that Kurt will stay over one more night. Sarah sits with Lorily in her lap in the armchair, so Blaine and Kurt snuggle up on the sofa. They watch “The Lion King” and eat the ice-cream together.

When the movie is over Sarah turns the TV off and she and Lorily goes to bed, while Blaine and Kurt stay cuddled up in the sofa, finishing their tubs of ice-cream.

“Kurt?” Blaine says into the silence.

“Yes?”

“I have been thinking.”

Kurt takes a deep breath. “About what?”

“About transferring to McKinley.”

Kurt looks absolutely shocked.

“I want to spend all day with you, I want to get to know your friends better and I want to get out of the cage that is Dalton.”

“That is not all, is it?” Kurt asks and raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“No… I want to stand up to the bullies, like I didn’t have the guts to do at my old school.”
“You won’t be safe at McKinley, Blaine.”
“I know. But then either are you. If I am there, we will at least have each other.”

“Well, I would love to have you there. I think you will be safer at Dalton and get a better chance at collage if graduating from there, but it is your choice in the end.”

“I think I have decided already.”
“To transfer?”

“Yes.”

Kurt squeaks and wraps his arms around Blaine in a tight embrace. They talk about what Blaine should wear for his first day, how he should burn all his hair-gel (or at least throw it away), how they are going to ride together every morning, how Blaine should always keep an extra set of clothes in his locker AND in the car, how Blaine wants to join the football team, how Kurt thinks Rachel will be furious about Blaine getting solos and how they thinks things are going to go with Karofsky.

“Do you think he is in love with me?” Kurt asks.

“I do. If not, kissing you was rather odd.”

“Then, how do you think he will react when I walk around holding hands with you?”

“He might get jealous and angry, and go back to his pre-Bully Whips-ways. Or he might be sad for a while, but then see that you are happy and realize that he can be too. He might even come out.”

“Maybe.”

“Should we try to be friends with him?”

“I would do that if he wanted too. He is probably lonely.”

“Yeah. I love how you are willing to do that for him even after what he put you through.”

“Well, he did apologize. And he hasn’t done anything since I came back. I can imagine how he feels, I feel sorry for him. I think our biggest worry will most likely be Azimio.”