Me;

09.11

Honey? XX

Blaine;

09.13

..Sweetheart? Xx

Me

09.13

May the Fourth be with you!! XXX

09.14

..It's May 4th, it's Star Wars Day...Happy Star Wars Day xx

09.14

…Elliott just text me that…

Blaine;

09.15

Kurt, you are the cutest thing!! : ) Get your ass over here, where are you? I've missed you : ( xx

Me;

09.15

.. : )We're leaving in five, Rachel's coming for breakfast too, get our orders to the kitchen ; ).. I think I may have  missed my boyfriend a little too ; ) Xxx

Blaine;

09.16

I'll let him know ; )  XX

Me;

09.16

Hey honey?X

Blaine;

09.16

Yes.. Sweetheart? X

09.16

…Good morning, I can't wait to see you : )! XX

Blaine;

09.17

: ) Good Morning Baby ...see you soon xxx

*

“Ugghh you two are disgustingly adorable, you know that?”

Both Kurt and Blaine looked up at Rachel who was sitting across from them, smirking behind her mug and watching them with big, dark eyes. Blaine had come over to their table between serving other customers, perched on the edge of Kurt's chair, almost on his lap, stole the forkful of Blueberry pancakes and syrup which was on it's way into Kurt's mouth and washed it down with a mouthful of his Earl Grey Tea, then made a face because he remembered he didn't like it.

Blaine winked at her, squeezed Kurt's hand then got up when he heard his name being called from over near the kitchen, he positively strutted across the room like a man who's every Christmas's had came all at once, to the young waitress holding a tray full of food and a completely confused, bored look on her face.

Kurt rolled his eyes, watching him saunter off, smiling to himself as he cut off another piece of pancake, “You are though,” Rachel continued as she smiled into her cup of Green Tea, “I mean your text messages last night and this morning were strangely sweet and erotic, and yes I sneaked a peek at your phone whilst you went to the bathroom and it wouldn't stop buzzing, and don't think just because my eyes were closed behind my Cucumber Gel Eye mask, doesn't mean I couldn't hear you typing away, I could practically hear you're smile-”

“Are you trying to make me blush whilst I enjoy my breakfast, what's up with you? Cut it out.” Kurt teased with a smirk and picked up his mug, settling back into his chair, “But you know, we haven't seen each other properly in a few days right, you and I had our plans last night, and I was at that sponsors event with Isabelle all day Friday, he had a meeting with the Brewery on Thursday and-”   

“Ok ok, sorry I know, I get it, you're both just so put together, natural, like you were meant to be together, I just love that you have each other you know?” Kurt nodded and smiled, he nudged her foot under the table with his, “I know, and we love having you around too, you know that right?” She scoffed, “Oh god Kurt, I'm not some hag, I don't need you guys to want me around, but I do loving hanging out with you both-” Kurt looked at her pointedly, raising an eyebrow, Rachel was so direct and forward and at the same time strangely sweet, he valued these honest moments and conversations with her, above it all there was nothing but sincerity dripping from her words.

Last night they had planned a small quiet slumber party and to enjoy some long awaited private time together back at their place, they were able to catch up and chat a little about Kurt and Blaine's blossoming relationship, the juicy and the heartfelt stuff that Kurt just loved getting Rachel's perspective from, but after a few girls from Rachel's show had turned up, closely followed by Isabelle and some pals from hair and make-up, a few Martini's and Tequila Sunrise's later, and all conversation and face peels were lost to the sounds of high pitched giggles and the Dreamgirls Soundtrack.

Rachel gave him a look right back, dipped her tea bag in and out of her cup a couple of times then looked out over the almost empty bar, save for a few tables dotted around, enjoying a quick breakfast before a mundane working Sunday, when Blaine or any other staff were nowhere to be seen, she scooted forward in her chair.

“So, about last night before everyone arrived, you were saying about how you didn't know about any of Blaine's past relationships, if any at all, well I'd say talk to him Kurt, you're at that stage now when you should be able to voice anything that is important to the future of your relationship in some way, ask him-”

Kurt nodded along, he knew she was right, but discussing past relationships wasn't the real goal here, it was the sheer curiosity of someone as amazing and gorgeous as Blaine, still being single at his age, that's what Kurt couldn't wrap his head around. 

“So how's your dad?” Rachel had moved on, Kurt started to feel sick inside, he knew what was coming next, he and Blaine had become so close the past few months but there were still aspects of their relationship that needed to grow, there were still new and unlearnt details, subjects to broach and people to meet. “What's have you told him about Blaine? Is he coming to visit soon?”

“You know Rach that I haven't really, my dad he, Blaine is-”

“The best boyfriend ever? Waiting for his beautiful better half and his equally beautiful friend to finish up so he can whisk him away upstairs for the rest of the day-”

Kurt tried to turn in his chair, struggling with Blaine's arms around him suddenly out of nowhere, he looked at Rachel across from him, panicked, but her face remained expressionless save for her sweet smile, but her eyes were perfectly readable to him, ‘don't worry he didn't hear us'.

Blaine loosened his hold, placed a quick kiss to Kurt's cheek and slid into the chair between the two, “Now, you're done now?” Kurt tried to remain calm but couldn't help the flood of excitement, an almost full, lazy day of Blaine.

“Yep, all done, I only had myself on the rotation for the opening shift, but um, but that's only if, if Rachel-” He looked at her, suddenly weary that he'd disrupted their morning, Rachel smiled and reached over, patting his hand and pulling her jacket from the back of her chair, “Don't you worry Mr Anderson, I've got an hour or so spare to get home, and freshen and liven up before sound checks-”

“Freshen and liven up huh? Sounds like a wild slumber party-” He looked back at Kurt with a cheeky smile and rubbed his foot slightly up his denim clad leg under the table.

“Yeah well, that's what happens when you plan stuff, Isabelle and co show up, they un-plan everything and when you're supposed to wake up feeling fresh and rejuvenated, you in fact wake up like you've been hit by a bus-”

Blaine stands when Rachel does, ever the gentleman, he holds her bag whilst she slips her jacket on and un-tucks her hair, she leans in to kiss him on the cheek, a polite thank you and winks at Kurt with a meaningful look that Kurt is well aware of before skipping off to the exit and calling out over her shoulder, “Catch you guys later, love you.”

Blaine smiled and extended a hand to Kurt, he picked up his messenger bag that had been resting by the table leg and slung it across his shoulder, earning a grateful smile from Kurt as he stood and leaned into Blaine's side, they walked slowly hand in hand, through to the back of the bar, “So hung-over Kurt huh?”

Kurt gave him a guilty half smile, “Only a little, just tired more than anything-” Blaine squeezed his hand a little tighter as he lead him further, his eyes lighting with mirth and utter contentment as he looked at him.

“Mmm, sleepy, pliant, snugly Kurt…my favourite.”

*

“I'm glad you had a good night sweetheart, sounds a lot better than mine, my security staff had a field day with this persistent drunken jack-ass that thought it was ok to grope every woman in sight-” Kurt shuddered slightly as Blaine's voice echoed from the kitchen, he was lying on the in a nest of cushions and fleecy blankets, where Blaine had placed him the minute they entered his apartment, he left a lingering kiss on his forehead and disappeared to fetch them some drinks and snacks.

Kurt hated the thought of trouble at the bar, he always did, hated the thought of Blaine having to be in the middle of possible danger, drunken idiotic people, with hurtful slurs and possible weapon yielding hands. It didn't always happen and Kurt was beyond thankful for that, but he always had to put it to the back of his mind the best that he could, Blaine knew how to handle himself, Blaine would keep himself safe, Blaine would always come home to Kurt.

Kurt smiled as Blaine continued his mindless rambling in the next room, easy, boring conversation, never a dull moment or awkward silence between the two to share, cupboards clicking closed, dishes clattering together, the steady rush of water, the hum of the tea kettle. He could just see him in his mind, his face full of expressions, enthusiastic hand gestures, and wide eyes, cute pointy eyebrows raising high with each breath. His eyes flicked over Blaine's coffee table as he listened, his ever expanding fruit bowl of memorabilia and up towards the mantle, where Blaine's newest decoration piece sat proudly in the middle.

The photo had been taken at Elliott's and Jon's housewarming, where the two had been sitting on the floor side by the side, Kurt hand was placed on Blaine's knee and Blaine was leaning to the side a little, leaning into Kurt almost, his arm was stretched behind Kurt, his palm resting on the floor just beside Kurt's thigh. Their faces were close, Kurt's chin tilted down a little, his nose almost brushing Blaine's cheek so that he could speak into his ear, they looked to be in mid-flow of talking about something amusing, something private and just for them, their eyes lit and sparkling, crinkled and soft, lips parted and the widest toothiest grins gracing their lips, and obviously completely oblivious to the flashing camera pointing at them from across the room.

Elliott had emailed it to Blaine a few days later, and after a late night movie showing the following night, Kurt had backed Blaine into his dark apartment and onto his couch, had his wicked way with him and when he woke up naked and glued to Blaine's side with the sunrise painfully early the next morning, realising they hadn't actually made it to bed, Kurt crawled down Blaine's body, leaving a trail of wet kisses from stomach to destination and woke him the best way he knew how, upon seeing the photo in a black, red and silver mosaic type photo frame, front and centre.

Previous words that Blaine had told him not too long ago swirled around in his head deliciously, fondest and most important memories, Kurt's heart sang each time his eyes fell upon the photo and let's not forget the little beauty pinned to his fridge.

A couple of weeks after that, Kurt donated his own photo to Blaine's apartment, it sits in a small clear glass frame by Blaine's side of the bed, and each time he goes to bed sometimes alone, he's still greeted with Kurt's beautiful face and flushed bare skin. Kurt had taken it one bright afternoon when Blaine had fallen asleep in his arms, happy and sated, his back was turned and face down into the pillow almost unseen, Kurt was pressed up behind him, an arm draped over and the other holding out the camera phone as he pressed his face into the nape of Blaine's neck, not much sentiment or explanation was needed with that one at all, a photograph can speak a thousand words.   

“So what's going on with Rachel then huh, no love interests?”

Blaine had entered the room, a tray in his hands, with everything Kurt knew would cure all of his problems, Blaine included. Kurt always felt guilty when Blaine did this, he spent most of his time serving people and Kurt always liked to reciprocate, but sometimes Blaine just demanded to do these things for Kurt, to lay him down, and take care of him in all ways possible and Kurt be damned if he dared stop him.

He slid the tray onto the coffee table and lifted the blankets, he scooted in close next to Kurt, who sat up slightly and rested his feet in Blaine's lap. Kurt reached forward and picked up one of the steaming mugs that Blaine had made, he leaned back, inhaling deeply the rich, strong scent and closed his eyes momentarily.

“Nah, not Rach, she's happy doing her own thing at the moment you know, too much going on-”

Blaine hummed, rubbing Kurt's feet under the blanket and reaching forward to pick up a cookie from one of the plates, he took a bite and Kurt resisted the urge to lean in and lick a smudge of chocolate from his bottom lip.

“You um, you remember what I told you about my Tattoo on my shoulder? I got it after a rough time I'd been through, a-and when my brother, my um step-broth-”

“Finn, yeah I remember honey-” Blaine always remembered, he Scooted closer causing Kurt to curl in slightly on himself but loving the warmth and feel of having Blaine just there, his voice was quiet and soft, and he placed the half eaten cookie back down, turning to Kurt, giving his full attention, his whole self to him.

Blaine's eyes always seemed to soften and turn almost liquid golden, with a piercing green rim at the mention of Finn, of either of their brothers in fact. He remembers fondly the conversation they had not long after they started dating, filling each other in a little things, sharing personal stories. Cooper is Seven years Blaine's senior, and a very handsome and not at all looking his Forty-two years. He lives in LA with his wife, a TV executive, they met during a production meeting for an Ad Campaign Cooper was taking part in and the rest was history, they have a Nine year old son Devon, who Kurt positively melted at when looking through Blaine's flip book of his baby pictures, and learnt that he was named after Blaine, sharing his middle name.

Kurt also realised that he did indeed recognise Cooper from the photo on Blaine's mantle, from an old string of popular advertisements, now Cooper is a paid Actor/Model with steady work and simple recognition, not exactly the big time but he's happy and Blaine always smiles when he talks about him. Kurt had spoken to Cooper on the phone once, when Blaine had gone to the bathroom, recognised the familiar jingle ringing and shouted through for Kurt to answer knowing it was his brother, the conversation was amusing and light and heartfelt and Kurt got the impression that these two no matter their age gap or differences from when they were younger, thought a hell of a lot of each other now and would always be there for each other.

Except for their Mom who Blaine had excitedly told about Kurt over the phone and had even emailed her a photograph of them both, one of the more normal, smiley ones from their collection, Cooper and Blaine were each other's family, they were the important steady, Male, Alpha presence for each other that they should have had from their father. Kurt knew that Blaine's relationship with his Dad was better now but he still wasn't in any hurry to meet the guy and Blaine never showed any enthusiasm in the idea either.  

Cooper has since insisted many times Blaine and Kurt visit them in LA, and Kurt secretly looks forward to a long weekend maybe a few months down the line when they're strolling hand in hand, wearing nothing but shorts and sandals, along a sandy beach, watching Cooper and Devon try to push each other into the water, Blaine joining the fun and Kurt and Cooper's wife rolling their eyes fondly and carrying on their conversation about the latest In-Style craze.   

“He um, he and Rachel were- n-not at the time when he…you know, but they were, they had been-”

“Oh,” Blaine's eyes widened, realisation dawning, he rubbed a thumb over Kurt's hand curled around the mug, “Oh god, poor Rachel, that's awful, awful for everyone but-”

“Yeah-” Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand with his spare one, “yeah, it was a long time ago now, well a good few years, but she's just, she's-”

“It make sense Kurt, I don't see how anybody could recover completely from losing their-I mean I know that if I lost y- well I'd just, It's-”

Kurt placed his cup on the table and sat forward, pushing the blanket back and slinging a leg over Blaine's, straddling his lap and resting his hands on his chest, Blaine's breathed hitched and eyes darkening, lips parting. Kurt leaned in and whispered against his lips, “You must know how glad I am to have you Blaine-” Blaine smiled, closing his eyes, pressing his lips closer to Kurt's, brushing them slightly together and whispering back.

“I love you so much, you know that right, it's crazy how much and how fast but it's just, it's-”

“Yeah, I know honey, I know-” Kurt breathed into his cheek and moved back to his lips, tracing the crease with his tongue, asking for entrance.

Kurt's tummy danced and tickled, and his heart skipped a beat, in the past month since they'd first shared those Three sacred with words it each other, they had been spoken so many more times, in a variety of ways, first thing in the morning, last thing at night, via text messages, little notes, written amongst steam and condensation on the bathroom mirror. But they were never overused, or in the wrong context or time, it was always enough and just right and it never got old.  

Kurt pulled back after a final peck on the lips, pressing their foreheads together, he didn't want to ruin the moment and he hoped that he wouldn't but the time felt right, appropriate to bring up the past and use it to propel their future. He wound his fingers into Blaine's hair and sat back slightly, still sitting in Blaine's lap, his legs folded at the sides but at a comfortable distance where they could talk and look at each other clearly, Blaine straightened up and tilted his head, knowing Kurt was readying himself to say something.

“Shoot,” Kurt smiled and tickled Blaine's neck, Blaine got him, he knew him so well.

“I uh, I really hope that I don't upset you or anything, I mean I hope you don't mind-” Blaine moved his hands to Kurt's thighs, rubbing them up and down to his knees and back again, repeating the pattern soothingly.

“Kurt, come on we've been over this a hundred times, nothing you say or ask, can upset me, I know that whatever it is you wish to say, no matter how it comes across isn't with the intent to hurt me in anyway, therefore I trust you to speak your mind, come on honey what is it-” Blaine always manages to blow Kurt away with his words, such quiet simple words that speak loud and clear and nudge their way into Kurt's heart and soul and mind. He leans in, kisses him on the nose and pulls back, breathes in and out, resumes the playing of his fingers in Blaine's hair, it steadies him somehow.

“Ok, well I guess, I was, have been wondering, how you are Thirty-Five, how when we met you were, you're-” He paused, looking up, obviously searching for the right words, Blaine was watching him closely and intently, he bit his lip to quell his sudden smirk and moved his hands up and around Kurt's waist, clasping his hands together at his back.

“You want to know how I got to this age and still single?” Kurt's eyes snapped to his, wide and a little surprised, with a tiny cute pout that Blaine couldn't help but giggle at and lean forward to a place a peck there, Kurt nodded silently, and secretly grateful he didn't have to finish that sentence.

“So in college, I guess I was young and free, happy in myself, doing my own thing, you know the score-” Kurt nodded and grinned, his body relaxing in Blaine's strong embrace.

“It wasn't until I was about your age that I started to settle down, I met someone, over in Boston, during one of our Warbler meet ups actually, we hooked up initially, but then I returned to Boston for a meeting a week or so after, we met up again and not long after that started dating, the distance was obviously not a huge one but still a roadblock, but I liked it at first having the space and time apart,” Kurt tensed a little, he tried not to let it show, but Blaine gripped him tighter, his eyes never leaving Kurt's, imploring, he kind of got the impression that Blaine was happy Kurt had brought this up, like he had been waiting to share this with him for some reason.

“But then the dynamic changed, a little over a year later we were still travelling to and from separate cities, we were exclusive and committed, well I was, but there was no talk of moving forward, of becoming something more, this carried on for another year or so after that, and when I finally got the courage to talk about it, he filled me up with all this bull-shit and promises, so we stayed together another year and when I pretty much said I was going to pack up and move to Boston to try and help and make things works between because I didn't know at the time that ending it would in fact be the better option, I fast came to realise from his reactions that he couldn't give me what I never knew I needed from another person…and it shouldn't have come as a surprise either when I found out a few weeks after our split that he hadn't been entirely faithful the whole time-” Kurt gasped quietly, his hands moving to Blaine's cheeks, stroking lightly, Blaine smiled and leaned into the touch, kissing the palm of his hand.

“I got lucky to get out of that one-” Kurt nodded, unsure what to say, what to do, “So I've been single ever since I guess, well not involving myself in any heavy relationships anyway, I guess I kept telling myself that I would know, that it would feel normal and ok when I met someone new, if it was meant to be then it would be, you know-” Kurt gently kissed his lips, once, twice, over and over, there was so much weight and hidden meaning behind Blaine's words, they hit him full force, right in the chest making him light headed with it.

Blaine smiled at Kurt's reaction, this conversation had gone the exact way both of them hoped that it would, they had already discussed the ins and outs of Kurt's precarious love life already and Blaine understanding and knowing that in a way Blaine's history had been the same, similar, he was just waiting for the right time to share his with Kurt also.

He pulled back and slowly started to unbutton his shirt, grinning at Kurt's wide eyed reaction and slight lip biting, he folded the fabric back over one shoulder and down and in doing so revealing his tattoo on his arm. He rubbed a finger over the pattern, tracing the letters and elegant swirls, the colours catching in the late morning light.

“So this, this is Italian,” Kurt blew out a breath, his heart pounding in his chest, excitedly and also strangely fearful for what Blaine was going to tell him, the  mystery tattoo, and suddenly Kurt felt sick, maybe it was something related to that relationship. Blaine caught his gaze, held his face steady in one hand and smiled, if not a bit shyly and with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

“I um, I got it when I was over in Italy, at the time I thought that it only really related loosely to my music, my career, my ambitions and dreams, my relationship with my father even. But afterwards, a few years down the line and after that ridiculous relationship I realised that it means a number of things, more, deep and meaningful and it's always been there, permanent, etched into my skin, reminding me to look up, to think positive, and then one day, not too long ago actually, after meeting a certain somebody, the meaning suddenly became a conclusion-” Blaine brushed a finger over Kurt's cheek and nose, Kurt choked on a breath, trying to inhale deep from his lungs, he was hanging on every one of Blaine's quiet, hushed captivating words.

“It means, ‘When The Time Is Right', and I know now that it's you, I've been waiting for you, he couldn't give me the stability and hope and love and life and laughter and the drive to want more, he wasn't you, nobody has been you, and I'm not afraid to admit that now-” Blaine swallowed around a lump in his throat, his eyes so big and clear, wet and so fucking gorgeous behind long dark fluttering lashes, he brushed a stray tear drop away from Kurt's eye, he smiled and moved closer when a steady trickle started to cascade down Kurt's rosy cheek with each blink, he kissed them all away, and the two giggled quietly and wetly together, holding each other impossibly close.

Kurt sighed into Blaine's cheek, so this is what felt like, what it felt to be wholly happy without actually trying, without having to adapt for somebody else and change your own wants and desires, this is what it felt like to be completely adored by somebody and have the feeling be mutual. He was breathless and giddy, as he spoke into Blaine's stubbly skin, “What was his name?”

Blaine kissed at Kurt's ear, his voice low, a deep rumble, maybe a warning that he most certainly did NOT want to talk about him, not now, not ever, “Seth.”

“I want to both punch Seth and thank him-”

Blaine laughed into Kurt's throat, heartily and watery, he left a trail of kisses before being pulled back up to Kurt's waiting lips, Kurt picked up Blaine's arm and kissed the ink there, glancing up to Blaine, finding him smiling, blissful and utterly content. Kurt marvelled at everything they were sharing together now, but left his last thought at the top of his mind, ready to pull out another day, as he was pushed back and sideways onto the couch, clothes becoming loose and fewer between them and lips and hands mapping out exactly how the next few hours would be spent, worshipping, sharing, loving, always loving.

*

“How's it going son? I've missed our little chats, I'd chastise you about it if I didn't know that you wouldn't miss them for just anything-”

Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes, he was watching his reflection in the mirror across from his bed where he sat as he held the phone up to his ear, It was an early, quiet Tuesday night, Burt's early close at the workshop, Rachel working and Blaine on the late shift, if it wasn't too late by the time he finished his phone call with his dad, he'd go over to the bar, hopefully find Blaine in his office, kiss him silently whilst he fished for the apartment key in Blaine's pants pocket, then go upstairs, leave a trail of his clothes for Blaine to find like a treasure hunt and wait for him in his bed.

“Yeah, yeah sorry Dad, it's just that, you know-”

“Come on Kurt, spit it out, I'm not getting any younger, who is he? I want a name, I want details, how long?”

Burt sounded formal over the slightly buzzing line, his tone a little deep and harsh but Kurt knew fine well that his eyes would be sparkling and his smirk would be sitting proudly on his lips, it was times like this that Kurt wished his dad would learn how to use Skype.

“Dad, you know that I haven't been hiding it from you right? Never that, it's just that, it's he's-”

“I know son, I get it, I get you, your heart is precious, the love that you have inside and choose to share with someone is so damn precious, you had become used to keeping it close and locked up and hidden, where it wouldn't be tampered with anymore, and I know that whoever this guy is he must be so worth the wait and the fact that you haven't been able to tell your old man about it-”

Kurt smiled, his heart thumping and eyes threatening to water, his dad was the greatest person and influence in the world, but he couldn't help but wince and bite his lip at his last words.

It had become a private joke between he and Blaine, pet names if you will, that they sometimes call each other ‘kid' and ‘old man', it was certainly not a kink of any kind, just something fun and playful that they threw at each other now and then, teasing when discussing how old some movies were, how old actors really are no matter their appearance and the decade in which their oldest, favourite songs were released. He cleared his throat, there really was no problem, they were adults, they were in love, they connected so much more and better then anyone Kurt had ever met no matter the age, his dad would get that. He would just have to filter it out of his mind that his dad likes to use the same nicknames also.

“He's um, he's really great dad, he's called Blaine, he works in Bar Management (there would be another time to get into the actual Bar Owner discussion), he loves music and stuff like me, we have a lot in common actually, Rachel loves him too-”, His dad chuckled, “we've been dating a little over three months I guess, I lose track, but we met on December 31st actually, last year, in his Bar-” Kurt smiled at the memory.

“Oh I see, a New Years fling is it-”

“Definitely not a fling Dad, this is, Blaine is something so much more than any of those other idiots I may have told you about, he um, we're really close, he has his own place and I spend a lot of time there-” Burt hummed down the line.

“He sounds great son, mature, well rounded, must be pretty responsible to work in management and have his own place, must have good money too, living alone without a roommate in grand old New York-”

“He's uh, yeah, well he's a little older, so makes sense, b-but when you meet him you'll totally get him, you'll see-”

“How much older Kurt?” Kurt drew a deep breath, no backing out, what could his dad do anyway? Seriously? Grow up Kurt, your dad is not a monster and you know it, he loves you-

“Kurt?”

“He's Thirty- Five dad, but if it makes you feel any better, my birthday is before his-”

Burt laughed, a deep but short chuckle and Kurt's heart lodged in his throat, his breath choking off beneath it, this was not the initial reaction he was expecting.

“Kurt? So I'm gonna take from your rambling that you automatically assumed I wouldn't be thrilled with the age big difference? I can't say that you are completely wrong but you're not right also-” Kurt held his breath, staring into his own clear blues eyes, in the mirrors reflection, letting his dad say his piece, this had to be timed perfectly, not speak too soon or too late, gage his response, approach carefully.

“The thing is son, your an adult too, a responsible, sensible, hard working and damned inspiring young man, and there is nothing actually wrong with the age thing, what I worry about is yours and Blaine's personal journeys, life paths and goals, are they different? Could you end up hurting each other in the long run, by maybe wanting different things?”

And suddenly Kurt felt light headed, he tumbled back into the pillows with a huff, closing his eyes, letting his dad's words sink in, forming his thoughts and responses, he and Blaine had been so consumed in each other, so wrapped up in love and the there and now of it all, yes they had thought about the future and the fact that they both wanted to be centred in each others along with their other goals and aspirations, but they hadn't actually discussed it in great detail, or any at all.

He thought about the Piano on the lone stage in the bar, Blaine sitting at it, playing, singing, composing, he thought about the conversation he still wanted to have with Blaine about it, his praise and encouragement and wanting for Blaine to want more then just settling, doing a job his father had cut out for him, even if Blaine had taken the reins in the end, spun it all round on its head, done his own thing and fell in love with the place and the job in the process and on his own terms.

He swallowed hard, blinked his eyes open and slowly started to rise from the bed, “Kurt? I hope I haven't said anything-”

“No dad, no, it's fine, it's-you're right, you are but I think that we're good, more than good, I don't think hurting each other is a possibility-” He nodded along to his own words, believing himself completely, his own words washing over and calming him,  he had to give this, he and Blaine the benefit of the doubt

“Ok Kid, I'll take your word for it,” Burt did not have to hear his son tell him that he loved this Blaine, that he was in-love with Blaine, and things were moving fast between them but maybe not too much so, he could hear it, he could feel it, and his heart swelled with pride and worry bust mostly joy for his boy and the adventure he was about to embark on, “I'm happy for you son, I really am… now when can we meet him?”