Me;

18.35

Sooo, just thinking…you remember what Saturday is right??...Saturday as in tomorrow??... ; ) xxx

Blaine;

18.36

Is that a serious question?!? Like you even have to ask… and where are yooouuu, I got off downstairs early!! Xxx

Me;

18.36

Just checking ; )…leaving now honey, just wanted to grab some fresh clothes and stuff first, see you in 5 xxx  

The discovery of their upcoming Six month anniversary had been both a special and an experimental occasion, they first had to work out when it actually was before they could celebrate it. Heaven only knows that everything between them had been all whirlwind-romance like from the off, and they were so wrapped up in each other, caught up in falling hopelessly in love with one another that they hadn't actually recognised when they'd officially started dating, they just were, natural, simple, them. Of course it wasn't as a big as a whole year together or even a wedding anniversary, but it was big all the same, for them everything they shared together was big and special, a day to mark them finding each other, a day to remember when they first realised they could change each other's lives for the better.

Blaine thought that it should have been the weekend after Valentines Day which roughly worked out at the 22nd February, because that was when Blaine adorably fumbled his way through a romantic relationship based declaration starting off with toothbrushes.

However Kurt thought that it was the 12th February, when they finally took their relationship to that next step, closing the deal so-to speak and spending the night together.      

So with both options in mind and both parties able to debate and voice their opinions freely like it was some kind of important political party broadcast, which in a way it was important, everything that had to do with the other was important to them, always, they realised that they weren't getting anywhere, and the debating had turned into play fighting which was swiftly turning into something else, which was not getting them anywhere at all helpful, pleasurable yes, but helpful no, not in that moment anyway.

So they resorted to the next best thing, text messages and social media, Blaine didn't have a Facebook account, and he rarely tweeted, he's too impatient nor does he have the time for social networking. He remembers with a sly grin the time he had tried to explain that to Kurt, who had then started lovingly teasing and taunting and throwing in some playful age related scenarios and of course his favourite pet name for his handsome older boyfriend. However his jokes and names were lost to the gorgeous sounds of breathless pants and wordless moans and the very obvious slide and squeak of bare skin on leather cushions, as Blaine proved just how very young and agile he actually was.

He scrolled back through his Twitter feed anyway to try and find some inspiration, on the 17th January he found that he'd tweeted a heart emoticon along with the top trending hash tag at the time #SuccessfulNewYearResolutions.

He smiled shyly to himself as he remembered the night he'd tweeted it, he and Kurt had been to the revival theater down on Houston and had enjoyed a back to back viewing of some old black and white musical three-part series. The picture was a little grainy and the sound echoed a little annoyingly, but the music from the general Fifty's era, the fashion and the plot were all gripping and wholly entertaining. The screening was dark and small and quiet and they sat on the second back row, a diet soda between them with one straw and behind their shared bag of chocolate M&M's they held hands, legs out and crossed and ankles brushing together as their feet bopped to the music coming from the surround sound. Before then, nothing had been more perfect to Blaine than that moment, that whole day, spent with Kurt. 

He grinned wider, screen captured the page and was just about to turn to show it to Kurt, when Kurt's phone was pushed into his eye line and Kurt's beautiful, bright, beaming face beyond it, and open on the screen was a text message conversation from the same date.

Me;

23.27

Elliott u awake?? Sorry if you're not but…oh my god!! ; ) he is just so… OH MY GOD, he just walked me home, I didn't want it to end.. : (

Elliott;

23.30

STFU Kurt it's late and we're busy over here, if you know what I mean..!! ;p…just kidding…not about the sex though…I'm happy for you Kurt, so happy, did u get down and dirty in the back row?? ;p

Kurt giggled as Blaine's eyes lit up as he scrolled down the screen, blushing and rolling his eyes as the messages went on, Kurt had nothing to hide now, nothing to be embarrassed for and Elliott was just…Elliott, Blaine knew that and knew him well enough now, he loved the friendship his friends and boyfriend had. Sharing these past deep rooted feelings with Blaine dug up some sense of pride and unbreakable love and closeness that only grew stronger with time. 

So the 17th January had been decided as the date they officially became a couple, although no words or grand gestures or next steps were needed at all, it just made sense, this then ultimately lead to the 17th July, Saturday-tomorrow, marking their half year anniversary together, and what a beautiful past Six months that had been, what a beautiful New Year all together so far.

They had mutually agreed that they weren't going to do anything too big or needy to celebrate, all they needed was each other, their time and personal space and nothing else, although it was fairly obvious that neither man was going to stick to their word. Blaine had booked himself off Rotation all weekend and Kurt had booked vacation time in for the Monday as he usually did, but still no plans other than wrapping themselves up in each other and the walls of Blaine's apartment had been made, none were needed.

Kurt loved Blaine's apartment, it pretty much was his second home, and both pleasantly and scarily starting to feel like his actual home, new and still just as old and comforting as his other past homes. Slowly but surely and without the other actually saying something aloud about it, it was very clear that Kurt was becoming happily comfortable and domesticated within Blaine's space, Blaine would come home to find a new small, centre piece on the kitchen table, or a new Loofah brush hanging in the bathroom, Kurt's shampoo and conditioner would be mixed with his on the shower shelf, and sometimes his would go missing completely and the new type that Kurt had recommended for his particular hair type and colour would magically appear in replacement.

Kurt would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about where he would end up, be living in the next year or so, his lease on the apartment he shared with Rachel was going to be up soon, and he and Rachel still needed to talk about that, and what they were going to do, they had both been so busy to actually sit down and really think about it and discuss it, let alone his and Blaine's possible future scenario.

When first realising where Blaine lived that first night they spent together, when Blaine had guided him through those locked doors and steps and hallways, there was a strange feeling of fear and panic that Kurt couldn't quite place, like being above a busy bar had some vulnerable and noise polluted feel to it, but Kurt happily learnt that he was very mistaken.

It was almost the opposite actually, it was nice to know that there were people down stairs, but also too far away and closed off to actually hear or get to them, friends and trusted work colleagues, security cameras and brick walls and padlocks and key pads were both far and near and Kurt loved it, loved that it was Blaine's, all Blaine's and he slowly becoming his to share.

He remembered the time when Blaine had given him a personal fully detailed tour of the place, making him laugh when he faked a posh accent and pretended to be some phony Realtor guiding him from room to room with anecdotes and useless information. He was surprised to find that the apartment had a few other spare rooms, one maybe a little bigger than Blaine's bedroom which made Kurt secretly wonder why that wasn't used as the master bedroom, and two smaller box rooms, all of which were empty save a for a few boxes and storage units, a guitar and a clothes drying rack.

Blaine had told him that the decision to use the Third floor of the old building as living quarters had actually stemmed from a drunken conversation-obviously one sided- with Wes one night, when he had business in New York to tend to at the time of the revamp and had paid Blaine a visit, Wes had then went on to help him plan the layout, how many bedrooms and bathrooms and such, and before The Stage had reopened for business in September Blaine had moved into his new home a couple of weeks before, proud happy and ready, ready for more.

Kurt had learnt that Blaine used to live in a small but homey two bed Brownstone on the upper eastside, after graduating college his father bought the place and rented it out to him until he was financially stable enough to take the place on himself, Blaine's father is part Italian though he was born and raised in Ohio and has some distant family still living in Italy, who Blaine had stayed with during his gap year, and even though his sometimes slightly too cold hearted and stiff nature take front and centre, his beliefs and priorities have forever remained cemented with his Italian blood, family first. Even when Cooper had left for LA Blaine had explained that though the two weren't on great speaking terms Mr Anderson had his wife send money over often, always making sure that Cooper would never find himself without it or struggling. It had become very obvious to Kurt that Blaine's dad used his money and assets to show his love, which in a way was better than nothing, but Blaine was thankfully nothing like him.    

Blaine's family are wealthy, Blaine is wealthy, this was a known fact between close family and friends and although rarely discussed, something Blaine had very coyly shared with Kurt, but it did not determine in anyway Blaine's personality or his being. Kurt earned a reasonably healthy wage for his age also but that never came into their relationship, money was never a factor, financial security and thoughts for the future yes, but who had the most in their bank account, certainly not. The two would still squabble over who paid for what, who's turn it was to buy the popcorn and the other the tickets, and on a Sunday morning when Blaine wasn't needed downstairs they very much enjoyed being curled up in bed together with coffee and a plate of French toast whilst they searched for and cut out coupons, whilst Blaine even though serious would usually quip ‘Every little helps'.

Kurt often gets the feeling that Blaine is a little embarrassed about it all for some strange reason, but Blaine cant help the family he was born into and their wealth and background or how he was raised, all that mattered now was who he is, and Kurt had the great pleasure in getting to know and understand that Blaine's a well rounded, charismatic, talented, successful and incredibly kind man and without words being spoken Kurt knows that had he been born into a different family, he would not be any different, just him, perfect and all for Kurt.

Blaine had wanted to completely cut himself away from his fathers business, detach himself from him and it completely, and buying the bar was the perfect way to do that. Although Blaine worked for his father and within the family business for many years, he still had his own side projects and his own way of getting by, his savings built up nicely and Kurt secretly loved the idea of Blaine being able to give his brownstone back to his father with a satisfied brush of his hands and a smug grin.

Kurt knows that Blaine has a great sense of quiet pride about the bar and his home, it's his, and his only, he built it back up from the ground and remains protected within its walls, his father can't get to him here, neither can his school tormentors or his Ex or any ghosts from the past. The Stage is his future, a way to look on and up even though it is a well known fact that this job was never Blaine's real ambition, it is still something that will always remain close to Blaine's heart, because it's his success, his own little project rising up from the ashes, and of course where they met, and Kurt knows that Blaine is proud of that too, very much so.

*

“I should have known you weren't going to comply with the rules-” Blaine smirked and rolled his eyes at Kurt who sat across from him at the kitchen table, which was covered with a red and white checked table cloth and between that sat a deep green glass bottle with a tall white ivory candle poking out of the top, burning away lazily and dribbling wax down the glass sides. The apartment was filled with candlelight and slow instrumental guitar music which quietly filled the space from the surround speakers.

Blaine swallowed his mouthful of Chicken Parmesan and reached for his water glass, his eyes sparkling mischievously in the flare of the small flame between them, “Well neither did you-”

“I made you a Bowtie from leftover material and fabrics, and one side is bigger than the other, if I'd known you were going to do-” Kurt paused and waved an arm around the room, where over on the kitchen counter was a range of dishes, appetizers and tasters, three different bottles of wine to compliment each new taste which Blaine would actually have a very small taster of along with Kurt and a selection of small finger desserts, as it happens Blaine had had a lot of free time that afternoon than he originally indicated, “all of this I would have-”

“I love my bowtie,” Blaine fiddled with the ends, a proud grin splitting his cheeks, he of course had to change his polo shirt to a button down straight away so that he could wear it when Kurt presented it to him, “and this is all of nothing, it's just-”

“Our very own Italian restaurant in your kitchen, with the most delicious food all prepared by my amazing boyfriend, my boyfriend who just so happens to be part Italian-”

“My father is-”

“But you speak the language-” The familiar teasing, flirting tone edged it's way between their back and forth banter and Kurt's eyes darkened as Blaine's flashed, matching smirks spreading across their lips.

“I do-”

“And you know what that does to me-”

“Faccio-”

It was fair to say that it was evident how the rest of the evening was going to pan out.

*

“Happy anniversary” Kurt smiled into the pillow as the words were whispered into his ear as he was pulled into wakefulness, there was warm familiar breath blown around the shell of his ear and warm sun highlighting the outline of his face and bare shoulder, an arm wrapped tighter around his chest pulling him back and snug against equally bare skin.

“Happy Sixth month Anniversary-” the low and quiet voice continued to rasp reverent words into his ear as soft lips closed around his lobe, sucked at the skin just below, a nose nuzzled into the hair at the nape of his neck and Kurt could hear the smile in his voice, could feel it against his skin. He blinked his eyes open slowly, allowing the remnants of sleep to break away, he inhaled deeply as those soft lips made their way down the length of his neck, his shoulder blades and back up, worshipping ,sucking, lazy and perfect. He turned over in the embrace of strong arms and snuggled his head into a warm chest, kissing at any stretch of skin he came into contact with.

“Mmm, can you believe it? Happy Sixth month anniversary honey-” His voice was low and rough and mixed with the deep rumble of Blaine's and the soft crumple of the sheets, it was the nicest most loveliest sound. Blaine chuckled, brushed his hands over the expanse of Kurt's bare back and shoulders and kissed the top of his head over and over, small butterfly kisses.

“I cant believe I got so lucky no-” Kurt scoffed and if he wasn't so tiredly blissed out he would have poked a finger into his ribcage, but instead closed his eyes and nuzzled further, mouthing at bare skin and a spatter of dark hair.

“Whatever,” he mumbled and smiled into Blaine's chest, “I can't believe that we celebrated last night when it's actually today-” Blaine stiffened momentarily, his breath catching slightly and quietly in his throat and his heart beating a little faster, he continued to rub circles into Kurt's back hoping to disguise the sudden slight tremble of his fingers and that Kurt wouldn't notice.

He did have something that he wanted to do today, something to give to Kurt, to celebrate, something that he had been waiting to do for a long time, waiting for the right moment.

Many a time last night he had to stop himself from just caving and doing it there and then, or over the past few weeks whenever Kurt would accidently put the lube away in the night stand drawer instead of the basket under the bed, Blaine worried at what he might find. It wasn't a huge thing, it didn't need a big gesture or build up as such but it still had to be right, and now was perfect, he thought, he hoped. 

“Well we've got all weekend right, that was the plan-”

“We've got forever-” And then Kurt froze, shocked at his own words tumbling from his mouth, his lips parted against Blaine skin, eyes suddenly wide and eyelashes fanned against Blaine's chest. Blaine tensed with him and then almost instantly relaxed a smile and almost giggle threatening to burst from him, like he'd just heard the silent answer to an unspoken question, he'd just heard everything that he'll only ever need to hear and just like that he wasn't trembling anymore, just like that he knew.

He lowered himself and pulled Kurt up slightly so that they were lying face to face, chest to chest more or less at the same level, it was raining outside and although the sun was still out and warm, trying valiantly to outshine the rain clouds and bring in the Summer, the room was still a little dim and dull, but Kurt's face was lit up beautifully. His eyes as they bore into Blaine's, were stormy green and blue, he blinked once, twice, his cheeks a little flushed and chest heaving with anticipation and the weight of what he'd just said, unsure as to whether it was too soon.

Blaine smiled and lowered his chin, placing a long soft kiss to Kurt's lips, leaving his lips there, waiting for Kurt to respond, and when he felt him smile into the kiss and his body easing and melting into his hold once again, Blaine nodded very slightly against the press of lips on lips, smiling wider and then opening up, brushing and sweeping, hard but gentle, unhurried and the slow slide of their tongues teasing at the crease, another question and answer spoken between them with no words needed.  

Before the kisses could get too heated and the momentum of the atmosphere could overpower what was coming next, Blaine pulled back, it was now or never, he smiled at Kurt's groan of a protest and placed kisses over his cheeks and nose as he reached up and over his body, and pulled at the drawer, his fingers wiggled around inside until they closed around the small cool piece of metal with a round head and jagged edge and he sat up.

Kurt rolled onto his back, looking up at Blaine quizzically, expectantly, eyes wide and hair dishevelled, a slight shadow of light hair growing over his jaw line, stark against his pale skin, utterly gorgeous.

“How do you get to keep the lube in there when I always get told to put it-” Blaine laughed as he pulled back his hand and bent down to kiss Kurt quiet, Kurt giggled into the kiss with him before startling with a quiet gasp, his hand flying to his chest where a cool touch of a metal heavy weight had just met his bare skin, tickling his fine hairs and causing gooseflesh.

His fingers closed around the object, feeling their way, the sharp teeth of the edge prodding into the pad of his thumb and as realisation started to cloud over he sat up slightly, resting on an elbow as he held the key out with his free hand, he knew what this was, knew what this meant, be he needed to know what Blaine wanted it to mean.

“I um, I wanted you to have this-” Blaine cleared his throat a couple of times, his eyes a deep honey mixed with mints and greens, flicking between the key and Kurt's beautiful face as he watched him carefully, spinning the key around in his fingers and willing his smile to hold back so that Blaine could say what he wanted to, needed to say. Blaine struggled at times in these situations but he was better than he thought he was, a lot better, and sometimes fewer words spoke volumes, because no matter how much Blaine said, it was always the right thing, like music to Kurt's ears every time.

“I um, this is yours, I got it made for you-”

Kurt couldn't help himself, “thank you honey, but um I have a spare key for here, I normally just come and get it from you downstairs and then-”

“But what if you didn't have to do that anymore, what if this was yours, just yours to keep and you could come and go as you please, pleasantly without me knowing-” Kurt smiled and nodded and held the key tighter in his grasp, just one more little push.

“I love it thank you, I'll attach it to my other key for mine and Rach-”

“What if that was your new key, your only key, for um, where you would need to use it when you leave for work and come back, and every morning I could wake you with coffee and kisses before slipping downstairs and knowing that no matter where you disappear to during the day you'd always be here when I come back up later that night-”

Bingo, Kurt smiled wide and toothy, his eyes threatening to spill trapped happy tears and the key digging into his skin turning the flushed pink faded white.

“Blaine-” His voice was hushed and hoarse as he sat up and moved closer to Blaine who was watching him so intently, his eyes wide and dark and lips parted.  Blaine moved closer with him, noses nuzzling and lips brushing but not kissing, just touching and feeling, breaths panting and voices so rough and gentle.

“Is it too soon?” Kurt smiled into Blaine's jaw, moved lower and mouthed at the strong edge, nipped at Blaine's tiny scar hidden beneath his stubble and shook his head, he felt Blaine smile into his neck as he ducked his chin and wrapped his arms around his stomach, closing the smallest gap between them.

“So um, you'll, you're gonna-”

“You remember what I said to you that night, after we um, we slept together that first time?” The sound that slipped from Blaine's throat was a mixture of groans, giggles, and sighs of both happiness and pure want and desire, he sucked at Kurt's throat humming slightly in response, nipped at the skin, all the while smiling, delighted, like he was walking on air.

“You remember what I said to you right, on Valentine's night in my office-”

The key fell loosely from Kurt's fingers and hit the mattress soundlessly, Kurt squeaked as Blaine pushed him down and gently rolled him over on to it, kissing a trail down low and the coolness of the metal met his naked skin once more. Blaine laughed into his stomach as he fished the key out from underneath him and placed it neatly on top of the night stand, ready to be connected with Kurt's keychain, a permanent residence and a heavy reminding weight in his pocket or satchel. He kissed his way back up to Kurt's waiting lips, their eyes shining and faces lit with pink cheeks and pure joy.

“Happy anniversary Blaine, I feel like I need to make you another bowtie now-” Blaine laughed against his mouth, shaking his head and moving up to kiss his forehead, he pulled back to look into his eyes, his smile almost splitting his face.

“Happy anniversary baby, no you don't need to give me anything more, although I never would say no to what your talented hands can do-”

“You know you've set the bar here now right, you're only going to have to outdo yourself next time in terms of gifts-” Kurt was teasing, bypassing Blaine's flirtatious comment, his tone was playful and Blaine knew it, he nodded and laughed into the kiss as Kurt dragged him down and held him tight, although inside, deep within, Blaine both frightened and excited himself slightly with his thoughts, because he already knew what he wanted to do next time, what he wanted to happen.

*           

“Kurt I'm home, you he- oh my god is that Bruschetta with Salsa?” Rachel's eyes dropped to the dining table that they never used and all of her senses were suddenly engulfed with the delicious sights and smells of Kurt's cooking, dishes and dishes spread out over the table top, all Vegan, all Rachel's favourites, there were even several small silver tea pots smelling of rich citrus and honey, her favourite throat and vocal chord soothing drinks.

“Yup and here we have roasted asparagus and spinach pasta tagliatelle with a touch of your favourite-”

“Garlic and Basil sauce,” Her nose carried her forward, her mouth almost watering as she took a seat at the table eyeing all of the food and back up at Kurt carefully, “Kurt what is all of this?” She watched as he busied himself, hurrying between the table and the kitchen fetching different things, cutlery, water glasses and napkins before taking a seat opposite her at the table, careful not to look directly at her.

“Nothing, it's nothing, I just, we never see each other anymore and I knew that it was your night off tonight so I thought what better way to welcome you home from sound and tech rehearsals than with all of your favourite stuff and me-”

“Uh huh, yeah right, Kurt as amazing as all of this looks and how nice it was of you to do so and to have you here for once, come on spare me the preamble, I have something I need to tell you too so come on, lets have it-” She picked up a serving spoon and started scooping pasta on to her plate whilst taking a bite out of a freshly baked dough ball with garlic butter and olive oil, Kurt paused with his glass raised to his mouth, he watched her carefully and read nothing but sincerity and general curiosity in her features. He pushed around a chickpea and rice meatball on his plate with a folk and took a deep breath.

It had been two days since Blaine had asked him to move in with him, and he could not have been happier or more eager to get packed up and move in, taking a new step together, but he knew that he could not rush as much as he wanted to, and Blaine understood perfectly that too. The new key was clipped proudly to his Givenchy key chain he'd received as a secret Santa Christmas gift from work one year, and it was nothing but a simple metal small key, but Kurt still loved to rub his fingers over it, thrilling in the feeling and what the thing actually meant, not just a hunk of metal.

But this was Rachel, his oldest friend, his partner in crime through good and bad, on more levels than less they were essentially family and he hated the thought of leaving her, although they both knew that eventually this day would come for one of them. Secretly they both thought that the first time it happened, it would have been the other way round and Kurt couldn't tell what hurt the most, the thought that it should have been Rachel with her special someone or that he never thought he would have this, lucky enough to find someone, someone like Blaine.

Blaine had been nothing but his normal, graceful charming self and told Kurt to take all of the time that he needed to tell Rachel, but it was no secret that they were both chomping at the bit, eager and ready, ready for this, ready for each other and sharing their personal and private space and time.      

“It's um, it's Blaine, he um, he-”

“Oh my god, are you two ok?” Her eyes widened and her folk came to a halt whilst spiralling through a lump of pasta.

“What? Yeah, are you crazy, were great, more than great, why would I make you a feast if something was-”

“What is it Kurt?”

“He gave me a key to his place-”

“That's nice but you already had one right?” She was either being especially dense today or especially awkward.

“He gave me a key to keep, my own, f-for my new apartment, his apartment, with him, god-” He rubbed at his temples and dropped his folk with a clatter to the plate, there was no point in beating around the bush, he tried to approach it in the best way he thought but maybe some things just had to be spelled out plain and simple, “he asked me to move in with him-”

“Kurt that's, that it so great, so so great-” Kurt peeked up to see Rachel staring at him and smiling hard, her arm stretched across the table and hand extended to him palm up, she made grabby fingers and he smiled placing his fingers in hers.

“Were you afraid to tell me, why were you so worked up about this? Good for you Kurt, really, for you both, you two are so right for each other, there's no point in wasting time and living a few blocks away from each other-” Kurt fought to hold back the tears, he never expected Rachel to be awful about this, she was one of their biggest supporters, she'd already made that clear a number of times, but he didn't expect it to be this easy.

“Rachel I, I didn't, I don't want you to be alone, I'll miss you, those are just two of the reasons why I was finding it hard telling you-” She squeezed his hand and rolled her eyes.

“When did he ask?”

“Saturday, on our anniversary-” She smiled and made a little squeaking, excited noise.

“Ah it's been Six months right? Wow, how time flies-”

“You don't think it's too soon do you?” He already knew the answer, and at any other time or if the question was aimed at anyone else he probably would have answered yes, but that would have been the old Kurt, the Kurt who had lost hope and still clung to his naivety, the Kurt who was too scared to try. But now he knew nothing else, nothing but Blaine and the new thoughts and hopes he had brought him, no matter what Rachel answered, he knew the correct answer, the only answer that mattered, and that and that alone carried him through.

“No, no I don't, and you know that I don't and you don't think so either, it feels right for you Kurt, finally, something is going right for you, the way you want it to, hold on to that, and don't think about anything else, not even me, this is your time now Kurt, your chance to be happy, don't keep your man waiting.” Kurt stood up from the table, his chair screeching with the urgency against the wooden floorboards and Rachel did the same meeting each other half way around the table and throwing themselves into each others arms.

“You're still my favourite Rachel Berry-” Rachel gave a watery laugh and squeezed him tighter.

“I know I'm the best right,” She pulled back and winked at him, taking his hand and guiding him back to the table, as he sat she went over to the fridge and pulled an already open bottle of wine from the shelf and carried it over to the table, grabbing two wine glasses on the way.

“What are you gonna do Rach? Will you stay here for a while?” He accepted the glass of wine from her and took a big sip waiting for her to sit and answer, money wasn't an issue for Rachel he knew that, she certainly wasn't loaded but she could afford to live by herself now, she was making enough appearances and was offered the odd interview here and there to keep herself supported on top of her salary from the show, the issue was simply just Rachel, would she be ok.

It wasn't like he was going to be far and he'd always be around to call in and they'd still have their dates and stuff but he couldn't help but worry for his friend no matter how tiresome she could be, she was his to complain about, nobody else's.

“Well it looks like you and I have reached our perfect best friend in-sync time of the month, I had something to tell you too right?” Kurt quirked an eyebrow, curiosity peaked as he swallowed another mouthful of light, crisp wine.

“You remember the lease for this place right?”

“Well yeah, that's why I've been worried, she'll be back soon right? Does she want this place back?”

“She's back already-” Kurt almost choked on a bite of tear of share cheesy garlic bread as he started at Rachel wide eyed, but Rachel only grinned back at him, like she didn't even understand her own words and the meaning of them.

“Oh my god what? When? Why? What are we gonna-”

“WE are not going to do anything, she is back because of a small injury she sustained, so she's staying over at this respite facility an hour or so away, catching some R&R courtesy of the company, she'll be there for another week or so, she called me this morning-” She paused to gage Kurt's reactions, and reached forward to rip a piece of bread out of his hands, smirking at his lost expression.

“When she comes back home, she'll be on rest for a little while before returning to find work some where more local, and she needs a helper, a sitter sort of, which means that I will stay here, and YOU will move out and make room for her-” Kurt wanted to laugh, something that he expected to be so pedantic and stressful had turned out to be a complete walk in the park, it all sounded too good to be true.

“But Rachel what about when-”

“Kurt she needs a roommate, and I'm it, I'll stay here as long as she wants me, needs me, then if I've got to move and find my own place, I will, I'm a big girl, maybe I'll look in the upper East-”

“God you make it sound so easy-”

“It is-”

“But it wont be us anymore-” And suddenly Rachel's eyes cleared and filled, she sniffled and smiled trying to disguise the emotion filling her features, and Kurt got it then, the façade, the brave front she was trying to show, for him, this whole time, she laughed and swiped a finger over a smudge of wet mascara.

“God Kurt, is this what you wanted? Do I want you to go? No I do not, not at all, am I jealous? Yes, very much so, will I miss you? You're irreplaceable, but am I happy for you? Yes even more so than any of those other feelings I have Kurt, I am so, so happy for you, so forget about worrying about me and let's get you packed and shacked up-” Kurt wiped away his own tears around a half sob/half giggle and drained his glass, picking up the bottle and topping up both glasses.

“I'll always be here for you, you know that, we'll always be friends right?”

“Always, we'll always be there for each other Rachel, I'm not going far, I'll never be far,” They squeezed their fingers together tightly over the table top, through the array of plates and bowls, smiling before sharing an excited mutual squeal and a slight chair bounce at the thought of the future and what it could bring. Kurt looked down at his glass, smiling as he brought it to his lips, he couldn't wait to call Blaine, to start making arrangements and plans, he thought about their shoes lined up side by side beside the door, their socks folded neatly together in the drawer, maybe they'd share some days, mix and match-

“Kurt?” He looked up and smiled at Rachel wiping the back of her hand over her cheeks with a sheepish grin, smudging make up every where, uncaring and un-ashamed, “You um, you do know that you can't possibly move in with a guy without introducing him to your dad first right?”

*

“Blaine, honey, you can only a fluff a cushion so many times, so please stop it, I thought I was bad and honestly I've never even seen you do that not once before-” Blaine made a face and put the cushion, perfectly fluffed back down beside the others on the couch.

“When's Rachel coming?”

“She's meeting us downstairs later, what you think she'll be your bodyguard?”

Kurt simply could not hide his smirk, he was absolutely no doubt about it, One Hundred percent amused by his adorable, nervous boyfriend, his boyfriend who was Thirty-Five years old and acting Twenty years younger. Blaine's antics and constant unneeded worrying should have been unsettling Kurt but honestly he couldn't help feeling giddy with it all, with how real it all felt. He understood he really did, Blaine didn't even get along that great with his own dad let alone anyone else's, there were trust issues there, a sense of pride at stake, but Kurt knew that his dad deep down would do nothing but try to make Blaine feel part of the family, he was a part of Kurt, he was what made him happy and his dad would do nothing to take that away from him.  

Yes he was nervous too, yes this was a big thing, but he had no doubt that his Dad and Carole would love Blaine as much as he did, they'd spoken multiple times on the phone since telling his dad about their relationship, all good and positive things were said and discussed, and Blaine even shared a quick, shy hello with them once after Kurt had sent him his best death glare one early night when they were curled up in bed together quietly reading and Kurt had answered one of his dad's quick check-up calls. In that time Kurt had also explained more in depth about Blaine and the bar, and enjoyed seeing Blaine flush red when he'd told him that his dad couldn't wait to talk to him about it all. After telling his dad about planning to move in with Blaine about a month ago, he had shared his usual parental reservations but had enthused his happiness nonetheless for the pair and that he was already looking for flight times.

Which brought them to now, three weeks later, all boxes unpacked, clothes hung up and folded in the newly made extra space in the closet, pairs of shoes as predicted lined up together, lotions and hair products standing together on the bathroom unit and shared towels draped over the heating racks. Kurt was now fully settled into his new home, his new life with Blaine, three weeks already of domestic bliss, play fights with soap suds when washing up after dinner, flour fights when baking and sharing recipes, foot rubs and massages in the tub among other things, folding laundry together, picking out new plates and tea sets from the new home and easy living store down on the corner, settling on a mutual laundry detergent, choosing which recordings to delete from the TiVo to make more space, grocery shopping and linen choosing, all mundane typical couple like things, but all perfect in everyway.

“Ha ha smart ass,” Blaine slumped down onto the couch and leaned back into the cushions, Kurt bit his lip and smirked.

“Hey watch out, don't squish your handy work-” Blaine lunged forward and grabbed Kurt by the hips pulling him down onto him, he playfully swatted his backside and gently placed his bent knees on either side of his own legs, he cupped Kurt's face in his hands and pulled him down, kissing him gently, whispering against his lips.

“You're mean-”

“Sorry,” Kurt kissed back, he didn't sound sorry at all and his smile and playful nibbles and tongue swipes certainly didn't seem very apologetic either, “It'll be ok you know, my dad's excited about this, about coming here and meeting you and seeing the bar, he's not coming to pack up my stuff and march me back home-”

“I just feel guilty you know, I should have called him, I should have met him before now, before having you live here with me-”

“Blaine what would any of that have proved, it's ok, we weren't ready to talk about it, to share us, our relationship with anybody before now, but we're ready now, and people get that, it's all good, we moved fast but steady and people will just have to move along with us at the same pace.” Kurt couldn't even believe his own positivity, his new found confidence and way of finding humour in maybe not so funny things.

He was pulled back down to Blaine's waiting lips, whilst their fingers entwined together, “When did you get so brave huh?” Kurt smiled and prodded at his shoulder, knowing Blaine was only teasing, the kiss started to deepen dangerously and Kurt could feel Blaine starting to relax beneath him, if only he could keep it up. His cell started to buzz on the coffee table and Kurt leaned back, glancing over his shoulder to look at the new message pop up window.

Dad;

13.46

We're here kid, outside, Cab driver's just unloading the stuff and Carole's trying to tip him way too much…

Kurt smiled and with a groan and a sharp tug he pulled himself away and off of Blaine, patting down his pants and extending his hand to Blaine to help pull him up.

“Showtime, come on lets go get them from the back entrance, you'll be fine, great even, everything will be great, they'll love you I know it, but don't forget I'll always love you more-” Blaine smiled as he stood and picked at his dark skinny tie and pulled his matching suspenders back into place, ruffling a hand through his curls with minimum product thanks to Kurt's persistent advisement, he curled his arms around Kurt's shoulders as he backed him closer to the door..

“I love you too Kid-” Kurt winced and halted on the spot, causing Blaine to freeze, his arms dropping to his sides and grin starting to falter, eyes widening, alarmed. Kurt cleared his throat as he reached for the door handle, not quite meeting Blaine's eyes.

“Um honey, sweetheart, you may not want to call me that until my dad is safely back in Lima.”