I AM SO SICK OF THIS,” Kurt shouted. “I’M SICK OF YOU AND YOUR HORRIBLE ATTITUDE. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE SUFFER—”

His rant was cut off by Blaine’s lips crashing into his. Blaine’s hands wrapped around the back of Kurt’s head, pulling his face closer, clinging almost desperately.

Something hot and wet landed on Kurt’s cheek, and he reached up to brush it away. Only after several drops fell did Kurt realize what was happening.

He placed his hands on Blaine’s cheeks, gently moving his face away so Kurt could look into his eyes. The two were silent for a few moments.

“Please…” Blaine whispered, biting his lip before continuing. “Please don’t yell at me. I understand that you’re upset but…but when you’re yelling…” More tears fell, and he took a ragged breath. “When you’re yelling all I can think about is what if this is the end, that you’re going to leave me because I’ve finally fucked up in some huge way an—”

Kurt placed a finger to Blaine’s lips, silencing him.

“Never, Blaine,” he whispered.

“I’m never saying goodbye to you.”

Blaine's mouth crashed against his again, and Kurt could taste the saltiness of the other boy's tears on his lips. He reached up, wrapping his hands around Blaine's head and burying his fingers in his curls. Blaine stretched upwards, his tongue darting out to lick across Kurt's lips.

Kurt tugged Blaine's head away, and the other boy whimpered in protest. Kurt leaned down, resting his forehead against Blaine's. "You and I both know exactly�where we'll end up if this keeps going. I have no idea how long my parents are going to be gone, and I'd prefer to not be interrupted." Thus far, the boys had managed to avoid having their time alone interrupted by family (or friends). Carole still asked questions from time to time, and Kurt made a sincere effort to be honest with her, even if the conversations were tremendously embarrassing.

"Let's watch a movie instead," Kurt suggested. "We can make popcorn, and you can lie down with your head in my lap so I can play with your hair!"

Blaine pulled away, shaking his head, a grin forming on his face.

"Come on, you know you love it when I play with your hair," Kurt wheedled. "Don't pretend otherwise!"

Blaine smacked Kurt's shoulder. "Quit trying to convince me that I want to do this and make me some popcorn already!"

Kurt grinned, giving Blaine a quick peck on the lips before sending him to the living room to choose a movie.

Five minutes later, Kurt entered the living room with a large bowl of popcorn. Blaine had chosen Toy Story 3.�Kurt quirked a brow at him, and Blaine merely shrugged, reaching for the bowl of popcorn and settling on the couch. Kurt sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close.

The popcorn was gone well before the movie was over, and the boys shifted on the couch so Blaine's head was laying in Kurt's lap, one of Kurt's hands playing with the soft curls. Kurt tugged the blanket down from the back of the couch, gently spreading it over Blaine. His boyfriend tended to get cold whenever he was lying down, unless Kurt was curled up with him.

Within minutes, Blaine's eyes had closed and his breathing had evened out. Kurt continued playing with his hair as he studied Blaine's profile. He knew they would need to discuss the incident that had set Kurt off so violently, but, for now, he was perfectly content to watch Blaine sleep.