Kurt knew he'd been on Blaine's balcony for over an hour, but he couldn't bring himself to slip back inside and face the friends he'd just met hours earlier. Though he wasn't completely to blame, he'd screwed up on a night that was important to Blaine. A night in which two different parts of Blaine's life were supposed to merge together and become one unified body. He felt bad for embarrassing Blaine and himself in front of their guests, but a part of him knew he had to say what he said.

The sun was setting behind the city and the air was just beginning to pick up a chill when he heard the glass doors slide open behind him and felt a blanket being draped over his shoulders. He looked to the side to see Blaine kneeling down on the ground next to him. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Blaine spoke up. "Jonah and Stacy had to get home to put Carla to bed and Luke went with them, but they said it was nice meeting you. They hope to do this again sometime. Dinner and all that."

Kurt didn't say anything, just giving a slight nod. He buried his face in his knees which were pulled up close to his body. Blaine shifted slightly and wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder to pull him closer. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I-I shouldn't have done that. Told you in there like that. It wasn't the right time."

"Shhh. It's my fault too. I shouldn't have overreacted the way I did. It's your life, not mine. I have no right to tell you what to do or how to live it, I just care about you. I want to make sure you're doing everything you can to make yourself happy because I want you to be happy. You deserve all the happiness you can get. Kurt, look at me please." When Kurt's eyes were on his once again, Blaine continued. "Kurt, your family is in Ohio and a raise would be great for you. It'd give you a little extra money to go home and see them. You could watch your niece grow up. I haven't known you for very long, but I do know how important your family is to you, and I don't want to see you giving up that opportunity just to be my flight attendant."

"Blaine, it's not like that. The raise is the only good thing about flying to Ohio, but it's nothing substantial. I'm happy where I am. I only work three days out of the week, sometimes four or five, and I get to spend my flights with you. Please, understand that I gave this a lot of thought. I even went so far as to make a pro/con list. The pros were so much more numerous." Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's side and the warmth of his body felt nice in contrast to the cold air surrounding him. "And don't apologize for giving me your opinion. Sometimes that's exactly what someone needs to hear. I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you when you cared so much. I'm just not used to that."

Blaine buried his face in Kurt's hair and kissed the top of his head. "I didn't mean that, by the way. About us not being together for very long. I just wanted you to think about yourself and not worry about me. You may not be used to people caring, but I'm not used to things lasting."

"I'm sorry your friends had to see that."

"It's okay. They're used to it. Luke always fights with his boyfriends; that's why he's still single."

"He's gay?" Kurt asked, shocked and feeling a little threatened that Blaine was so close to someone who would be so eager to take him away from Kurt.

Blaine just shrugged it off. "Yeah. The more you get to know him, the more obvious it gets."

"Earlier, when you introduced me, you introduced me as your boyfriend." Kurt tilted his head so he could look at Blaine again.

"Oh. W-was that okay with you? I-I didn't mean anything by it. I guess I just assumed. I mean, we've kissed and went on a date." Blaine was rambling, quite quickly and without pausing for a breath. "It seems like you maybe liked me as more than a friend. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. We can just forg-"

Kurt placed a finger over his lips to silence him. "Do you want me to be your boyfriend?" Blaine nodded slowly. "Good. I want you to be my boyfriend, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine's smile was bright enough to light the entire city. "I feel privileged to be dating one Mr. Kurt Hummel."

"You should. I don't let just anybody claim that title." Kurt let out a content sigh. "I don't think we should tell anyone though, at least not yet. I'm just afraid that my bosses won't like me having a romance with one of the passengers. It sounds like a scandalous movie to me," he laughed.

"If that's what you want. Like I said, I just want you to be happy." Blaine pulled Kurt as close as possible and began kissing him, this time not worrying about being gentle or sweet. The kiss was full of passion, emitting every emotion Blaine had been trying so hard to keep inside. Kurt's lips moved against his in a way he had never felt with anyone else before and it sent shivers down his spine. Their tongues found each other and began exploring as their hands intertwined and Blaine's free hand reached up to cup Kurt's face. Blaine felt intoxicated by Kurt and found it almost impossible to pull away.

Kurt looked through the glass doors and into the kitchen, noticing the stack of plates and pans on the kitchen counter near the sink. "Would you like to clean up the dishes now? I can help."

Blaine released Kurt and tugged on the blanket as he stood up, forcing Kurt to his feet as well. "Thank you for tonight. Things may not have gone as planned, but they really did like you."

Kurt didn't say a word, but instead, walked into the kitchen leaving a love-struck Blaine on the balcony.

They found themselves curled up on the couch later that night, finally able to finish their Harry Potter marathon—Kurt had brought the DVDs with them in the event they had some time to themselves. Kurt listened as the familiar scenes played on Blaine's screen and it wasn't until he had allowed his face to bury in the crook of Blaine's neck that he realized how exhausted he actually was. His eyes began to close involuntarily but he quickly opened them back up.

"Tired?" Blaine asked. He had his right arm wrapped around Kurt's body and the fingers on his right hand danced around on the open palm of Kurt's left hand.

Kurt lifted his head up just enough to look him in the eyes. "I haven't gotten much sleep the past few nights. It's no big deal."

"Is everything okay?" Blaine asked, worried.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I've just had a lot on my mind."

Blaine leaned forward to and grabbed the remote to pause the movie. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Kurt sat up slightly and supported his weight on his elbow. "I've been thinking about you." Blaine's mouth formed an "oh" but no words came out. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course." Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's temple.

"How many relationships have you been in? Serious relationships, that is."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably and looked away. He wasn't expecting that question to come out of Kurt's mouth, at least not yet. He knew they would eventually have to talk about it, that it would eventually come up in one of their conversations; topics like that always did. But he wasn't ready to talk about it yet. His past wasn't something he was proud of or liked to think about too often, and he was scared that the truth would make Kurt reevaluate a future with him. "One," he finally muttered and began to stare at the paused frame on his TV.

Sensing Blaine didn't want to say much more about his past relationship, Kurt moved on to talk about his own experiences. "I've never been in a serious relationship. I've dated guys, but never for more than a few weeks at a time. It was never something I wanted. Not until I met you. It may seem silly to be thinking about having a future with someone you've only known for a couple of weeks, but it just seemed like new possibilities had come up. Possibilities I didn't even know I had."

"Are-Are you going to run out of his relationship?" Blaine was worried he'd end up heartbroken with nothing left of the boy who was unknowingly teaching him how to love; teaching him what real love could be like.

"What? No!" Kurt finally sat up all the way. "Blaine, you don't have to worry about that. Those guys, the ones I dated, they just weren't right for me. That's why it never lasted. I'd intentionally picked them because I knew after I started to get to know them, they'd be the complete opposite of what I wanted. It was easy to let them go. It would be much harder to allow you to slip out of my life. You are exactly what I want. It's scary as hell, but it feels right. So please, don't worry about that, okay?"

Blaine forced Kurt to lie back down beside him and quickly kissed him. "Today has been good for us, don't you think? This is kind of our first real conversation, at least about relationships and our futures."

"Yeah. It's been nice. It feels better to know things are out." Kurt smiled into Blaine's shirt.

"Are we ready for the rest of the movie?"

"Tired," Kurt yawned and closed his eyes once again.

Blaine pushed play anyway, knowing it would only be a matter of minutes before Kurt was asleep in his arms.

"What is that?" Kurt was sitting on Blaine's couch after work the following night when Blaine walked out of his room carrying a box. When Kurt spotted the familiar logo, he stared at him as if he were crazy.

"Twister." He sat the box down on the coffee table and removed the lid. "Come on. Didn't you ever play this when you were younger? It will be fun." He unfolded the plastic mat and spread it out across the floor. After picking up the spinner, he removed his shoes and stepped onto the mat, spinning the plastic arrow. "Left foot blue." He glanced at Kurt and waited for him to stand up.

"You're serious…" Kurt laughed.

"I wouldn't joke about something like this. Now get over here." Kurt did as he was told and placed his left foot on the blue circle next to Blaine's. Blaine spun five more times before handing it to Kurt. "Your turn."

Kurt sighed, but took the spinner from Blaine anyway and gave the little black arrow a flick. "Right hand read." Blaine immediately reached in front of him and placed his hand on one of the red circles. "Hey! You stole my circle!"

"What do you mean your circle?"

"I mean that's my circle. You made it impossible for me to reach any of the other ones."

"Not impossible, just challenging. You can always crawl over me." Kurt shot him a look of annoyance. "Hey. I'm in it to win it."

"If I fall, you're going down too."

"We'll see about that," Blaine said as Kurt began to reach across his back. Before he could put his hand back on the ground, he felt something poke him in the side. He immediately squirmed and by the time he realized it was Blaine's finger it was already too late. He lost his balance when Blaine tickled him and fell down on top of him. "I think it's a tie," Blaine declared.

"I think you're a cheater!" Kurt stuck his tongue out at him, but sat between his legs and let his back rest against his chest. Blaine put his arms around Kurt's stomach and held tightly on to him.

"Do you really think that wasn't fun?" Blaine whispered in his hear and reached up to run his hand through Kurt's hair. "Have I mentioned how much I love your hair?"

"I don't think so," Kurt said quietly, leaning into his touch.

"Well I do. Never change it. I like the way it curls around your ear. It's cute, just like you." That's all it took for Kurt to melt inside and the millions of butterflies in his stomach took off at once. It had been a while since someone had genuinely called him cute. "You ready for Willy Wonka now?"

"Willy Wonka? That was your big plan for the night? Watching a bunch of oompa loompas dancing around in a chocolate factory?" Kurt chuckled and nestled his head against Blaine's shoulder. "Sounds perfect. You know, when I was little I wanted to be an oompa loompa. That or marry one. I hadn't decided."

"Really? Well I must be disappointing then. I'm no oompa loompa."

"Eh, things change. I'd choose you over an oompa loompa any day." Kurt pulled away from him and stood up, extending his hand for Blaine to take. Once he helped him up, he sat down on the couch and waited for Blaine to slip in the DVD. "You know, I haven't even seen the new Willy Wonka movie. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. One should just never remake the classis. It's like if they were to redo something like The Sound of Music or Dirty Dancing. It's just wrong."

Blaine took his place next to Kurt and laid down on the couch, as close to each other as they could be while still comfortable. "You're so silly sometimes, but I agree. You aren't missing out on much. Johnny Depp isn't even that great of an actor."

"Yeah. He's not even that attractive," Kurt pointed out and he noticed Blaine rolling his eyes. "What?"

"Nothing. I just can't believe you said that. Can't say I disagree with you though. I'm much more of a Chris Pine type of guy myself."

"He has pretty eyes," Kurt agreed. "Not as pretty as yours though. You may like my hair, but I love your eyes. I could never get tired of looking at them."

"You're perfect, you know that?" Blaine began rubbing circles into his side.

"Not quite," Kurt rejected. Blaine kissed the top of his head before turning his attention to the movie. There wasn't anything else he'd rather be doing.

"I have an idea," Kurt said when Blaine returned, carrying two cans of pop in his hands. When the movie ended, the two of them remained curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over their warm bodies. After about ten minutes of silence and just enjoying each other's presence, Blaine sat up, pulling Kurt along with him. They decided they were both thirsty so he quickly disappeared into the kitchen.

"What is that?" he asked as he sat down on the couch across from Kurt, facing his direction and crossing his legs. Blaine handed him a coke before taking a sip from his own can.

Kurt mirrored his position on the couch and placed his hands on his knees. "We should go to a bar tonight," he suggested. "I mean, I don't want to get drunk, but I want to go. I can't remember the last time I allowed myself to be so loose and let go of reality for one night. I mean…we don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd like to."

"Of course we can. I know the perfect place too." He placed his hand on top of Kurt's.

"You know where the good bars are? Should I be worried about that?" Kurt joked.

"I don't drink, so I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"Ever?"

"Not anymore."

Kurt sensed there was more to the story but shook off the feeling. "Stop giving me reasons as to why you're perfect. No one is supposed to be perfect."

"I'm not. Now come on. I wanna take you through Central Park along the way. I'll take you to a bar, but I want a little more sober time with you first." Blaine stood up from the couch and made his way over to the coat closet.

"Not that I'm complaining about a walk through Central Park with you, but I already told you I'm not getting drunk. It's already 7:00 anyway. I just want one drink, and then we can leave."

"You say that now, but just wait," Blaine contradicted. He pulled on his shoes and grabbed their jackets while Kurt tied the laces on his knee-high boots.

"You have so little faith in me!" Blaine held up a jacket and Kurt slipped his arms through the sleeves. Their hands found each other and they walked out of the apartment, pausing just long enough to lock the door behind them.

When they finally made it out of the building and onto the streets, Blaine moaned. Kurt looked up to the sky to find dark clouds streaking across the sky and a few drops of water landed on his face. "I guess we can take a cab instead."

"No," Kurt grabbed his arm and turned him around when he started to head towards the street and pulled himself close to Blaine's side. "Let's walk anyway. When's the last time you danced in the rain? I mean, people always do when they're younger but never when they grow up. There's something magical to me about walking through Central Park with you. I always feel like I'm sharing a part of myself that only you understand. It'll be a blast, so what do you say?"

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and their bodies were pressed so close that Kurt could almost feel Blaine's heart beating inside of his chest, despite the numerous layers between them. He imagined Blaine could feel his as well. Blaine had the ability to make Kurt feel nervous as well as strangely at ease all at the same time.

"I think that sounds like a plan. We better get going, though. You've got a long night ahead of you."

By the time they reached Central Park the drops of rain falling on their faces had grown in size and number. Kurt's jacket was damp and he could feel the warm water seeping through his jeans. They jumped into every puddle they saw as Blaine held his hand and led him around the park. By the time the rain was steadily falling, the sun had completely set behind the horizon and the only lights in the park were the lamps set periodically along the sides of the paths. When they finally stopped running around, Blaine pulled Kurt as close as he could. "Thank you for playing in the rain with me," Kurt whispered in his ear as a smile spread across his face.

Blaine looked him in the eyes as if he were searching for permission for what he was about to do next—afraid Kurt was scared of what might happen if they kissed in public. Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine's and wrapped his arms as tightly around him as he could, clasping his hands together against the small of Blaine's back. Blaine moved his head closer and lightly placed his lips against Kurt's. Kurt could feel the rain enter through the corners of his mouth when Blaine's warm lips opened up, continuing the kiss. He brought his right hand up to Kurt's face and slightly deepened the kiss. His tongue barely found Kurt's before he pulled away. The entire kiss was tender, yet passionate, and to Kurt, it was perfect. When they pulled away enough to look at each other once again, neither of them said anything; but they didn't need to. Their smiles were confirmation enough of how happy they were in that moment. They were together, and for the first time, Kurt had someone to be affectionate with in public without the fear of being abused, physically or emotionally. He had someone to stand up with him, his knight in shining armor, as sappy as that sounds. He wasn't in Lima anymore, and he definitely wasn't with someone who was just looking for a one-night stand, something Kurt was used to.

Blaine finally broke the silence. "Are you ready to go get drunk?"

"I'm ready to go get one drink." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I'm just predicting it'll have more of an effect on you than you believe." He pulled away even more and laced his fingers in Kurt's before bringing their hands to their face and kissing the back of Kurt's.

"We'll see about that," Kurt challenged.

"Kurt, come on, get in the cab." Kurt felt Blaine pull on his arm, trying to force him inside the yellow car. "We're going home."

Kurt stumbled off the sidewalk and almost fell off the curb, but Blaine caught him and wrapped a hand around his waist. "I don' wanna go home. I wanna play in duh rain," he said, slurring his words.

"The rain is gone. Come on. Turn around." He sat Kurt down on the seat and slid his legs inside. Kurt felt Blaine's hands push on his side, moving across the seat just enough for him to slide in beside Kurt. He told the cab driver the address of his apartment as he shut the door and buckled up.

"Tired," Kurt said, laying his head on Blaine's chest.

"We'll be home soon," he responded.

"M'I brunk?"

"Shh. Just a little. It'll wear off in a few hours." He rubbed Kurt's arm and sat back against the window. To Kurt, it only seemed like a few minutes had passed before Blaine was dragging him through the front door. "Go sit down on the bed. I'll be right there." Kurt stumbled through the door and pulled off his coat as he sat down on the bed. Not even a minute later Blaine appeared in front of him and unlaced his shoes. "Just lay down for a bit, okay? Get some rest. I'll be right in the living room if you need anything."

Once he left the room, Kurt rested his head on one of the pillows at the head of the bed. The past couple of hours were no more than a blur. He didn't know how much he drank or how long they were even there. All he knew was that he was definitely a little tipsy.

Kurt drifted off to sleep and woke up two hours later when Blaine came into the room to change into sweats. He shifted in his bed and looked in Blaine's direction. "Oh. I'm sorry for waking you." He quickly pulled his sweats over his boxers and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"It's fine. I'm sorry for drinking so much."

"You actually only had one drink. It was just big and you asked for extra tequila. I knew it would affect you more than you thought it would," he laughed.

"I guess I should've listened to you."

"It's okay. You were having fun and I was there to take care of you. That's all that matters." Blaine moved onto the bed and rested his back against the pillows next to Kurt. "I was going to go to bed, but if you want to do something else I can stay up."

"It's fine. I've actually got a headache now. I should probably get some sleep."

"Alright. Well if you change your mind, don't be afraid to wake me up." When Blaine pulled back the covers and slid under them Kurt started to move, but Blaine stopped him. "Why…why don't you, you know…stay in here tonight?"

Kurt stared at him, trying to comprehend what he was saying. "With you?"

"Yeah. I mean, you're already in here and this bed is much more comfortable than the couch," Blaine paused. "But, I mean, if it makes you uncomfortable in any way you can just forget it."

"No. It doesn't." Kurt crawled under the covers next to him. "Thanks for tonight," he said and leaned up to place a kiss on Blaine's lips.

"You're welcome. It was definitely on my list of favorites. At least the first half was."

"What? Do you mean you don't like to take care of my drunken ass?"

"No, I like taking care of you. It was more of the fact that you were trying to make out with me in the middle of the bar. Gay bar or not, I've never been one to flaunt my relationship in public."

Kurt blushed. "Was I really? I'm sorry."

"Yeah. That's why getting you into the cab was so difficult. I had to help you remain upright but every time I would get close to you, you would try to force your tongue into my mouth. It made walking rather difficult."

"Oh my gosh. I'm never drinking again," Kurt groaned, covering his face and burying it in Blaine's chest.

"You can drink again. You just can't have tequila in public anymore."

"You'd really go to a bar with me again after tonight? Are you aware that you're kinda crazy?"

"I think it's cute. Plus, you weren't that bad. If we weren't in the middle of a crowded room, I don't know that I would've stopped you."

"Oh really?" Kurt said, shifting into a more comfortable position. "We're not in public right now…" He trailed off and a grin spread across his face.

Blaine leaned closer and Kurt felt Blaine's lips crush against his own. "You're right. We're not," Blaine mumbled. Kurt wasn't expecting him to actually go along with what he was suggesting, but Blaine grabbed the side of his face and Kurt felt Blaine's tongue test its boundaries on his lips. When Kurt opened his mouth slightly, Blaine slipped his tongue inside and sucked on Kurt's bottom lip. The entire kiss was wet and Kurt's slightly drunken state couldn't have helped any. Blaine briefly pulled away and his eyes met Kurt's as if they were searching for some kind of permission to continue. Kurt placed his lips back against Blaine, this time forcing his tongue into Blaine's mouth. Their legs intertwined and Kurt buried his right hand deep into Blaine's thick curls. Blaine pulled away before anything more could happen but rested his forehead against Kurt's. "I could get used to this," he said, giving Kurt one more kiss, much more chaste than the first one.

"I think I could too." Those were the last shared words that night before the two drifted off to sleep.

"Shit." Blaine woke up to the sound of Kurt scrambling out of bed. "Shit shit shit."

He grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him back down onto the bed. "What's the matter?"

"Blaine, it's 5:45. I have work today. We have to be at the airport in forty-five minutes and I still have to go home to get my uniform!"

"You look adorable in that little hat, by the way." Blaine smirked and enjoyed the pleasant picture in his head.

"Don't even try to make me feel better." He leaned forward to kiss Blaine. "I'll just go grab a cab home and see you later."

"Wait." Blaine stopped him from standing. "Let me just change and I'll go with you."

"Blaine, I-"

"Just give me five minutes, okay?"

Kurt silently nodded and Blaine disappeared into his walk-in closet. Kurt impatiently drummed his hand against his knee and didn't take his eyes away from the closet's doorway until Blaine emerged three minutes later, full dressed. By the time they reached the cab, they had thirty-seven minutes before Kurt had to be at the airport. They arrived at Kurt's apartment in a decent amount of time, and Kurt tossed his car keys in Blaine's direction.

"What are these for?" Blaine picked them up and inspected the little, silver keys.

"Can you get my car while I go change? It's in the lot I always park it." He hopped out of the cab, but stuck his head back inside the door. "You can pick me up in front and drive to the airport while I finish getting into my uniform.

"But, I-"

"Please, Blaine? We have to be at the airport in twenty-five minutes."

"Y-yeah. I'll go get it," Blaine gave in, knowing he'd do anything Kurt asked him to. He hated that, because there was still the fear that Kurt would run. That Kurt would ask him to leave because he wasn't used to being in a relationship, and he knew if those words ever came out of his mouth, he'd have to obey. Kurt wasn't used to making a commitment with someone, and commitment was something Blaine had also begun to fear over time.

"Thank you," Kurt sighed in relief and ran up the stairs into his apartment complex.

Blaine paid the cab driver and stepped out of the taxi to find Kurt's car. It didn't take long—it was in the exact place Kurt had parked it for the past two weeks. He stuck the key in the ignition and Kurt's car roared to life. It wasn't the first time he'd driven a friend's car, but it was the first time he'd driven Kurt's. It'd been awhile since he'd driven in the city—for his own convenience, he preferred to take a taxi—and all he hoped was that he would make it to the airport with little to no trouble.

He pulled the car around to the front of the apartment and saw Kurt already waiting on the curb, dressed in his pants, white button up shirt, and untied shoes with his jacket and hat in hand.

"Thank you so much, Blaine." Kurt slid in the passenger's side door and began lacing up his shoes. "We have eighteen minutes. Apart from the event of any roadwork or heavy traffic, I think we'll make it on time."

Blaine reached over to rest a hand on Kurt's leg. "You have to admit that we both slept pretty well last night."

"Yes, because I had a hangover and passed out." He slipped his jacket on and buttoned it up.

"So it had nothing to do with you sleeping beside me?" Blaine said with wide, puppy eyes.

"Maybe a little bit." Kurt reached over and brushed a curl away from Blaine's forehead. "You know, you're not looking so dapper today, Mr. Anderson. The people at the office might wonder what you're up to."

"I'll just tell them I had this horrible flight attendant who made me want to pull my hair out so much, I went so far as to actually attempt to do so."

Kurt rolled his eyes and grabbed Blaine's hand and rested them on the console between the two. "If my dad knew I was dating someone who was so rude to his son, he would put a stop to it."

"Wait, your dad doesn't even know about us?" Blaine took his eyes off the road for a few seconds to look at Kurt, wanting to see his expression when he answered.

"Well, no. We agreed not to tell anyone."

"But he's your dad. My friends know!"

"Yes, but they knew before I did. You introduced me as your boyfriend before we agreed not to tell anyone."

"Your family isn't just anyone, Kurt. What happens if they come to New York to visit you? Are you just going to lock me away while they're with you? Do I not get to meet the people who are most important to you? Are you that ashamed of me?"

"What? Why would I be ashamed of you?" Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, but Blaine quickly pulled his hand out of Kurt's. "Blaine, I didn't know this was so important to you. I would've told them if I had known, I just…my dad can be a little overprotective. I've never really talked to him about boys, and I've never had to bring a boyfriend home to him. I'm just worried about how he'll react."

"Well the last time I was brought home to a parent, they disapproved and nearly threw me out of the house. I'm not expecting anything better than that." Blaine's eyes grew wide and he instantly regretted mentioning that part of his past, no matter how small a piece of the puzzle it was.

"What do you mean? What happened?" Kurt held his hand out, palm up, but placed it back in his lap when Blaine didn't take it.

"Nothing. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Blaine, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Kurt finally asked.

Blaine shot a few side glances at Kurt before shaking his head. "I don't know. My dad gives the office the week off, but he still goes in. I usually just take that time to catch up on errands and stuff."

Kurt extended his hand again. Blaine looked down at it for a few seconds before finally taking it.

"Will you come home with me? Not to my apartment in New York, but to Ohio? I want you to meet my dad. You can see Elizabeth and Rachel and Finn. You can meet Carole. Carole is going to fall in love with you." Blaine's grip on Kurt's hand tightened. "Oh, turn left up here. We're parking in the employee lot," Kurt pointed when he noticed they'd arrived at the airport. "So what do you say? Will you spend the week with me?"

Blaine's breath caught in his throat, but he finally managed to exhale and loosen his hold on Kurt's hand a little. "Kurt, you don't have to."

"But I want to." He leaned over to rest his head on Blaine's shoulder and smiled up at him. "Please?"

There was that look again; those words that Blaine couldn't resist. All it took was Kurt asking him once before Blaine knew it'd be impossible to turn him down. "I'd like that."

"Good. I'll get the flight set up when I get home." He kissed Blaine on the cheek before pulling away and returning to his side of the car. "You'll have to show them my ID when you get to the gate. It's the only way you'll be able to get in."

They made their way inside and Blaine found a spot relatively close to the front. He unfastened his seatbelt and reached towards the door handle.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked.

"I'm opening my door." Blaine acted as if Kurt were going crazy.

"You can't go in there yet. We can't show up together. Let me go first, and you can follow in a few minutes, okay?" Blaine pulled his hand away from the door and nodded his head in agreement. "Thank you." They each leaned in to kiss each other goodbye. "I'll see you on the flight."

"I'll be waiting."