"Dad. Hi. It's me. I-It's Kurt."

"Yeah, I can hear you, buddy. You on your way here yet?"

"Um, y-yeah. Actually, I just stepped off the plane a few minutes ago."

"Oh. Did you need me to pick you up? I can come if you need me to."

"No, it's okay, Dad. I can just get a cab." Kurt led Blaine around the familiar airport on their way to get their luggage. Blaine remained quiet and allowed Kurt to talk to his dad, who still had no clue he was expecting an additional visitor for Thanksgiving. It was the Tuesday before and they'd just flown into Columbus on the mid-morning flight from New York.

"When do you think you'll get here?"

"Um, maybe two and a half hours, give or take." There's our bags, Kurt mouthed to Blaine as their suitcases passed by on the conveyer belt. Blaine slung Kurt's bag over his shoulder and pulled the handle up on his own suitcase.

"Alright. Well I hope you're hungry. Carole's making a big homecoming dinner for you."

"Dinner? Thanksgiving isn't for another two days, Dad. She knows she doesn't have to cook, right?"

"It's Carole. She's as happy to see you as I am, and I think this is her way of convincing you to come home more often."

"Well that's good. We're actually starved. We didn't have time to eat breakfast."

"We?" Burt wasn't sure if he misunderstood Kurt.

"O-Oh. Um, yeah. I-I brought someone home with me. I hope that's okay." Kurt glanced over at Blaine as he walked patiently beside Kurt. They headed out of the front of the airport and Blaine managed to flag down a taxi and loaded their bags in the trunk as Kurt slid inside.

"Kurt, if this is another cat, you better make sure Rachel doesn't see it. Remember the last time you-"

"Dad," Kurt cut him off and Blaine slid in beside him. "It's not another cat. He, um, h-his name is Blaine." He reached out to grab Blaine's hand and snuggled up to his side. "I'm sorry if this is short notice, but I wanted you to meet him and-"

"Is this Blaine guy, uh, who is he?"

Kurt hesitated. This was the conversation he wanted to have with his dad in person. The one where he introduced Blaine as his boyfriend, and Burt could see how great Blaine was for himself before forming an opinion. Kurt didn't want to tell his dad that his only son was bringing home his first boyfriend over the phone, but it seemed he had no other choice. "He….Blaine is my….boyfriend," he finally said, letting out a deep breath.

Burt was silent on the other line for what seemed like an eternity to Kurt before responding. "Y-your boyfriend."

"Yes. My boyfriend," Kurt repeated, this time with a little more ease.

"Is…does he make you happy?"

Kurt smiled up at Blaine who was gently rubbing his arm as he spoke with his dad. Blaine stared out of the taxi and took in the unfamiliar city he'd just stepped foot into. Kurt watched Blaine's profile and noticed the corners of his lips turn up, the way his long eyelashes curled perfectly, and felt the warm arm around his side pull him closer. "Yeah, Dad. He does."

"Well, I'll let you…go. Um, I'll see the two of you in a few hours?" Burt suddenly wished Kurt had been bringing home a cat instead. A cat would be much easier to prepare himself for than Kurt's boyfriend. Boyfriend. The word seemed so foreign when associated with Kurt. His Kurt. The Kurt he'd had tea parties with. The Kurt he'd helped patch up after a bicycle accident. The Kurt who put on numerous mini concerts in their tiny living room as he grew up. To Burt, it didn't seem real that Kurt had other priorities in his life now like, dare he say it, love.

"Alright. I love you, Dad."

"Love you too, Kurt." Kurt didn't miss the way his voice cracked on the last word.

"Bye." Kurt ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket and yawned.

"You were up all night packing and barely got any sleep. Why don't you take a nap on the way to your house?" Blaine suggested.

"I don't want to leave you by yourself for two hours."

"I'll be fine. I'm enjoying the scenery. It's something new and different from New York." He pulled Kurt's head against his chest and kissed his soft hair, smelling the sweet smell of Kurt's organic, coconut shampoo. Kurt closed his eyes and hummed into Blaine's shirt. "You got the hard part over with, at least—you told your dad about me."

Kurt laughed quietly. "If you think that was the hard part, you're in for a treat."

When the cab pulled up to one of the many unfamiliar houses, Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead and nudged him in the side, fully aware of the two faces peeping through the curtains. Kurt tossed and mumbled a bit, but cracked his eyes open just enough to prove he was awake.

"We're here, sweetie." Blaine forced him to sit up—over the course of the two hour car ride, he'd managed to shift into a laying position with his head wresting in Blaine's lap. Blaine didn't mind of course. It allowed him to absentmindedly play with the thick hair on top of Kurt's head as he gazed out the window.

Kurt sat up and looked towards the house. "We are," he smiled, suddenly much more awake. "Come on. You have to meet them eventually." He took Blaine's hand and pulled him out of the taxi. Blaine paid the driver as Kurt hoisted their luggage out of the trunk and he drove off at once. He extended his arm in the air with his palm up and waited for Blaine to take it before pulling him close to his side. Kurt led them down the sidewalk and past a few well-trimmed coniferous bushes, his grin spreading wider with each step they took towards the house.

Blaine's nerves were starting to get to him and he hoped Kurt couldn't feel his palms start to sweat or his pulse start to accelerate. Meeting someone's parents was a big step in any relationship, but for Blaine, it was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences he went through. Blaine was broken. He was haunted with past experiences, past mistakes, and past rejection. He was afraid that Kurt's family, however kind and accepting they may be of Kurt's sexuality, wouldn't like him because they wanted more for Kurt.

"….which is actually the same one my mom planted when I was little." Kurt stopped talking when he realized Blaine wasn't paying attention. "Blaine, is everything okay?"

"What? Yeah." Blaine felt bad that he'd spaced out when he realized Kurt had been talking about his mom, something he didn't often feel comfortable doing. "I'm sorry, I just got distracted. This is all so overwhelming. What were you saying about your mom?"

"I was just talking about how-"

"Kurt!" Carole opened the front door and stepped onto the porch, pulling Kurt into a hug. "It's so good to see you, honey!"

Burt stepped through the door behind Carole and immediately looked Blaine up and down as if his appearance was the only thing influencing his opinion. Blaine awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he glanced at Kurt and Carole interacting. When Kurt looked up, Blaine gave him a desperate look as if pleading to help him, which he quickly complied to.

"Dad, this is Blaine." Kurt resumed his position close to Blaine's side and wrapped a comforting hand around his waist. "Blaine, this is my dad, Burt, and his wife, Carole."

Blaine moved forward and held out his hand, hoping Burt would at least be kind enough to shake it. Instead, he was surprised when Burt wrapped his arms around him and gave Blaine a hug. "There's no need to be formal. We love hugs around here," Burt said, pulling away, "don't we, Kurt?"

"Of course we do," he grinned in response.

Blaine sighed in relief when he felt Burt's acceptance. The three men made their way inside and sat down on the couch as Carole made tea. Blaine didn't want to push his boundaries; didn't want Burt to regret giving him a chance. He kept a small distance between himself and Kurt on the couch, but Kurt wasn't having any of that. Kurt moved over and curled up against Blaine's side.

"Dad likes to watch the sports channel with Finn," Kurt explained. "Finn and Rachel will be here any minute, so now is your only chance to escape."

Blaine glanced a Burt who was reclined in his chair and intently watching the game on the TV. "It's fine. I'll watch the game with them. Football isn't too bad. You might be able to enjoy it too." He thought he heard Burt chuckle, but insisted it must've been his imagination.

Kurt didn't point out that it would be nearly impossible for him to enjoy watching the game, short of Blaine putting on the uniform and playing himself. Instead, he kept his head rested on Blaine's shoulder with his legs draped over Blaine's knee and pretended to watch the game.

Not too long after Finn arrived—Rachel ended up driving separate and hadn't arrived with Elizabeth yet—Kurt wandered into the kitchen in hopes of escaping the rest of the football game. To Kurt's surprise, Blaine seemed to be enjoying himself. He knew more about football than Kurt had expected him to, which made it easier for him to interact with Finn and his dad. They talked about other teams, past players, predicted what plays the teams would make, and groaned in unison after each incomplete pass. It made Kurt happy to see Blaine fitting in so well with his family. It felt like Blaine had become a part of it long ago, rather than a few hours earlier.

"Hey, sweetie. Game not too interesting?" Carole was in the process of cutting up some fruit for their fruit salad.

"Not at all. I just don't understand the point of a sport like football or what could possibly claim the attention of a man for such a long period of time." Kurt sat down on the bar stool behind the counter and picked up a knife to help cut the strawberries.

"You used to play, Kurt," Carole laughed. "Didn't you at least have a little bit of fun?"

"Carole!" Kurt hissed and looked into the living room just as the three boys erupted in cheers. Obviously something good had just happened. "Blaine could hear you!"

"You don't want him to know?" she eyed him cautiously.

"I just…he doesn't know that much about my time in high school; at least not yet. I'm not ready to explain everything that happened."

Carole nodded, but remained silent. They continued chopping the fruit and once that was finished, Kurt stood up and headed to the pantry. "Mind if I make dessert?" he asked as he browsed the shelves.

"Not at all. Any idea of what you want to make?"

"Just whatever I can find. Blaine loves anything sweet, and although I shouldn't encourage his unhealthy eating habits, I want him to feel comfortable here." He pulled out a box of gram cracker crust mix.

Carole placed a hand on Kurt's arm and pointed into the living room. Kurt followed her finger to the three men, all sitting on the edge of the chairs and incredibly close to the TV in anticipation of the next move. He noticed Blaine's smile, and the way he seemed so relaxed while sitting next to Kurt's dad. "I think he'll be fine," Carole said softly. She looked up to study Kurt; the way he was looking at Blaine, the things he said about the man in the other room, the way he acted when they were around each other. "You really like him. I can tell."

Kurt blushed and tore his eyes away from Blaine. He pulled a few bowls out of the cabinet after deciding on a raspberry cheesecake. "I do. He sort of popped up out of nowhere when I least expected it, but he's exactly what I've needed." He smiled affectionately at Blaine before pulling the ingredients he needed out of refrigerator. "It's funny because until I met him, I had no clue what I was missing out on. I had convinced myself I was happy with my life and how independent I was, but now I don't know how that could've been possible."

"How long have you known him? I mean, when did you guys actually start dating?" Carole had stopped everything she was doing and totally focused all of her attention on Kurt. It was one thing Kurt loved about Carole. No matter what she was doing, she always took the time to be there for Kurt. She was there to listen, to comfort him, to be a friend when he didn't have anyone else to go to. He had grown quite fond of his stepmom and although no one could replace his mom, Carole was the best alternative he could've asked for.

"We met a little over a month ago, but we've only been together for a couple of weeks. It seems like so much longer though." He measured out a few ingredients and poured them in a bowl. Carole took the measuring cups from him and quickly rinsed them out before setting them back on the counter. "I… It's crazy how close to him I feel. I've told him things I've never told anyone else. Things about my mom and conversations I've had with her. Those were things I kept so private because they were a part of her that only I knew about. They were memories I didn't have to share with anyone else. But with Blaine, I want to tell him everything about her. I want to share her with him. I want Blaine to feel like he met her himself because she was so important to me. I…." He continued stirring the contents in the bowl as a tear escaped his eye. "I'm sorry. I should've have gotten into this. I don't want you to feel like she's more special or her opinion is more important than yours is."

Carole reached across the counter to stop Kurt's hand from stirring. Once he looked up, she smiled. "Kurt, I know how important your mom is to you. I love you, but she'll always have a special place in your life. You don't have to worry about that."

"Do you like him? Blaine?"

"Yes. He's sweet. I don't know much about him, but I can tell he's a good guy with the right intentions."

"What about my mom. Do you think she would like him?"

"Of course she would. You were in entire world, Kurt. If I know anything about your mom, it's that her number one priority was to see you happy. Blaine makes you happy and that's all that would matter to her." She brushed away the tear on Kurt's cheek and began stirring. "Mind if I help out? I'm just waiting for the chicken to finish in the oven."

"Of course."No, Carole wasn't Kurt's mom, but it was times like these when he didn't know what he would ever do without her.

"Touchdown!" Finn shouted and bounced in his chair. The game went to commercial, signaling that halftime was starting. "I'm going to go grab a snack and call Rachel. You guys need anything?"

"No thank you," Blaine said politely.

Burt shook his head. Once Finn left the room, Burt turned to Blaine. Blaine was suddenly uncomfortable being alone with Kurt's dad. All of his fears came rushing back to him. Yes, Burt had accepted him at first, but that didn't mean his opinion wouldn't change once he got to know him better. Burt could have put on an act to satisfy Kurt, trying to convince him he was okay with the situation when, in reality, he wasn't. Blaine stiffened and sat up straighter on the couch before meeting Burt's eyes.

"So you like football?" Burt asked. He was still leaning forward in his chair in a casual pose, something that made him a little less intimidating to Blaine.

"Yes, sir. A little," Blaine replied. "My brother used to watch it when I was younger and I'd picked up on the basic rules and principles of the game." He realized that was the first time he'd mentioned his brother. He hadn't even told Kurt about Cooper Anderson, his defiant brother who broke out of the Anderson household and never looked back, something Blaine wasn't able to do. He rarely talked to him, not because they didn't get along, but because his father had forbid him from doing so. Yes, Blaine was an adult and his dad was no longer able to stop him, but talking to Cooper was hard on him. He was envious of the life Cooper had and how brave and courageous he had been. Cooper was stronger than Blaine; strong enough to leave the house when Blaine was just fourteen.

"If only Kurt had been that easy-going. He always complains when we turn on a game. Maybe you can be the one to change him," Burt laughed.

Blaine didn't. His tone was serious when he spoke. "I would never do that. I don't want him to change anything about himself. At least not for me. He's perfect." Blaine's voice was barely above a whisper.

Burt rubbed his hands together and eyed Blaine. He reached for the remote and muted the TV while the halftime show was going on. "What are your intentions with Kurt?"

There was the question Blaine had been dreading. He wasn't ready to have a serious conversation with Kurt's dad. He wanted Burt to get to know him first; to form a solid, positive opinion about him before getting into anything regarding his relationship with Kurt. "What do you mean?"

Burt leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his soda. "I just want to make sure you aren't going to hurt Kurt. You're the first boyfriend he's ever had. You're the first person he's ever brought home to us, so he must see something good in you. I'm not saying I don't because I do. I think you're a great person and you seem to care a lot about him, but I want to hear it from you. I want to hear in your words what your intentions with Kurt are."

Blaine took a deep breath and let Burt's words sink in. He took a few seconds to think about how to start and what to say to convince Burt that he was whole-heartedly in his relationship with Kurt. "Kurt makes me happy. He's teaching me to… He's the person who's gotten me to open myself up again. When I'm with Kurt, it's like everything else in the world disappears. Every worry, every fear, every complaint. When I'm with him, the only thing I care about, the only thing I see, the only person I want to be with is Kurt. No one else. It seems as if there's no one else in my world because no one else matters. I am in this relationship with the best of intentions and I never want to hurt Kurt. I never want to see the smile on his face and the light in his eyes disappears because it's a beautiful thing to see."

Burt studied Blaine as he spoke. He listened carefully to every word he said and the way he said it. He watched as Blaine's eyes communicated the emotions behind what he was saying. There was one thing Blaine hadn't mentioned. One thing Burt still wanted to know. "Do you love him?"

Blaine froze. His heart picked up speed, his hands tightened, and his clothes felt like a confinement of fabric and heat. Love. After everything that had happened in his past, love was something Blaine was convinced didn't exist. He had believed he'd never fall in love; until he met Kurt that is. He knew he was falling in love with Kurt, despite everything that had happened to convince him otherwise. Falling in love with Kurt wasn't something he could prevent from happening. Perhaps that's why it felt so right. It wasn't forced. It wasn't something he willed to happen. It just happened. Blaine finally looked up at Burt, wanting to convince him that his love for Kurt was something real, something that ran deep in his veins. "Yes," he finally said. Once the words were out, he couldn't help but to smile. It was the first time he'd admitted to anyone how he felt. For the first time, Blaine was able to say the words out loud. "I'm completely in love with your son. He's everything to me, now."

Burt smiled and placed a hand on Blaine's knee. "Welcome to the family, Blaine." He felt Blaine relax beneath his hand. "And it's Burt. Sir makes me feel old and Mr. Hummel is too formal." Burt turned his attention back to the TV, leaving Blaine feeling like he finally had a place to call home.

"Guess who's here." Rachel sang as she peeked through the kitchen doorway with Elizabeth's carrier in her hands and a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. Kurt immediately set the dishes he was washing down and rushed over to the two of them. "Sorry we're late. I had to take advantage of the little one sleeping and clean the house up a bit."

"You're not late, Sweetie. There wasn't a set time for dinner." Carole followed Kurt over.

"Can I hold her?" Kurt asked with excitement and bounced up and down in anticipation.

Rachel rolled her eyes and set the carrier down on the table. "She fell back asleep on the car ride over, so if you wake her up, you get to deal with her."

Kurt was barely listening to a word she said though, as he unbuckled Elizabeth and gently eased her out of the carrier. He wrapped a blanket around her and held on tightly, looking down at the face of the beautiful baby in his arms. She had already grown much more than he was expecting and the hair on the top of her head was thicker than the last time he had seen her. He frowned when he realized how fast she was already growing up and that he wasn't home to see it.

After a few minutes of staring at Elizabeth, lightly running his hands along her nose, brushing his fingers across her hair, playing with her delicate hands, he turned to Rachel. "Rachel, there's someone I'd like you to meet." He spun around and walked towards the living room, leaving Rachel turning to Carole for clarification. Carole just smiled and shook her head before nodding in the direction of the living room.

Kurt walked into the living room to find Finn back on the couch and Blaine and Burt much more relaxed than before. "Blaine, I have someone I'd like you to meet." He moved to the couch and sat down next to his boyfriend. "Actually, two someone's," he corrected when he noticed Rachel in the doorway. "This is Elizabeth."

"The one and only," Blaine joked. Blaine would be lying if he said he didn't like the sight of Kurt holding the little baby girl. It looked as if it were something out of a magazine, something staged. The way he smiled down at the little girl and held onto her protectively seemed like something that couldn't be real. He looked happy and his face lit up, as if holding Elizabeth was his favorite thing in the world. "She's pretty."

"Would you like to hold her?" Blaine nodded and Kurt carefully placed her in Blaine's arms. He rested his chin on Blaine's shoulder and scooted as close to his side as he could. "You look amazing holding a baby," he said, smiling up at Blaine.

"You should see yourself," Blaine retorted. The two of them stared down at Elizabeth again and Blaine reached his hand up to play with her fragile fingers. She stretched her hand open and wrapped her tiny fingers around his own, much larger, finger.

"I think she likes you," Kurt said with a smile. Rachel cleared her throat from where she was watching in the doorway, startling Kurt and bringing him back to the present. "Blaine, this is my sister-in-law and best friend for all intents and purposes, Rachel." Rachel stepped closer to the couch. "Rachel, this is my boyfriend, Blaine."

Rachel smiled knowingly, as if she had already suspected as much. "Nice to meet you, Blaine." She held out her hand, but withdrew it when she realized he couldn't do the same with her daughter in his arms.

"It's nice to meet you, too," he said politely.

Kurt kissed Blaine's cheek and snuggled close to his side. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's side and nuzzled his nose into Blaine's neck. He actually shocked himself with how affectionate he found himself towards Blaine with his family in the room, but he didn't care. He wanted to show them how he felt about Blaine and how much he cared for the man he'd brought home to them.

"Hey, Rachel, I think you have two people you're going to have to pry away from Elizabeth now," Burt joked.

"Elizabeth loves us, Dad. We're going to spoil her rotten. Aren't we Lizzie?" Kurt cooed. She began to shift in Blaine's arms and slowly opened her eyes, allowing them to see her bright blue irises.

"Kurt, you have to stop calling her that! I already told you she is going by Elizabeth!"

Kurt ignored her attempts at correcting him and brushed his fingers along her cheeks. "You're much softer than your Uncle Blaine. His cheeks are all rough like sandpaper." He moved his hand up to run a finger along Blaine's jaw.

"Hey, I didn't have time to shave before we left. That's not very nice of Uncle Kurt to say, is it, Lizzie? He didn't shave this morning either."

"Blaine, not you too," Rachel groaned.

"He knows what's best for him," Kurt chuckled.

"Wait, you said Uncle Blaine," he pointed out. "Are you sure you want to compete for her favorite uncle?"

"There won't be any competition. It'll be me," Kurt replied with confidence.

"Yes! Another touchdown!" Finn yelled, oblivious to anything else going on around him. He looked towards the other people in the room and muttered, "Sorry."

"When is this game going to be over? It's all you can talk about," Kurt complained.

Rachel sat down next to Kurt on the couch. "Oh, don't pretend like you don't like it. It should remind you of the glorious days when you played yourself!"

"Rachel!" Kurt hissed.

"You played football?" Blaine raised his eyebrows with curiosity.

Kurt sighed before explaining. "It was just one game during my sophomore year. I was trying to hide my sexuality and got the position of kicker. I actually helped to win the game."

"Wow. I never would've thought that of you," Blaine sounded impressed.

"I try not to think about it too much. It wasn't the best part of my teenage years."

Elizabeth started to whimper in Blaine's arms. "She probably wants her swing. That always calms her down." Rachel stood up and took the fussy baby from Blaine.

"Dinner's actually done if you guys are ready to eat," Carole said as she came back from the kitchen. "Kurt, Blaine, why don't you guys go get washed up and Finn can help me set the table." She looked towards her son who was too into the game to even realize she was talking.

Kurt pulled Blaine off the couch and led him upstairs to his bathroom. "You can use this bathroom to wash your hands. I'm just going to run to my room for a second." He kissed Blaine's cheek before prancing back out into the hall.

Blaine quickly washed his hands, enjoying the way the foamy soap made his hands smell like Kurt—clean with a hint of sweetness. He wandered out into the hall to find Kurt's room, but stopped when he noticed numerous photos in various sizes of frames hung up on the wall across from him. He studied each one—school pictures of both Kurt and Finn, one of Kurt and his dad, a family portrait including what had to be Kurt's mom, a few pictures of Carole and Burt's wedding, Finn's football pictures—and paused when his eyes moved to a close up of Kurt and Finn on a stage in matching black and gold uniforms. It looked like they were performing and he could see other people in the background dressed the same. Kurt and Finn were both smiling, though their mouths were both open. Blaine assumed they were singing; however, Kurt had never mentioned being in any type of show choir before.

"Whatcha looking at?" Kurt emerged from his room.

"Oh, uh, this picture of you and Finn."

Kurt moved closer and discovered which picture Blaine was talking about. He froze when his eyes moved across the familiar black shirt and golden bow tie and suspenders. Blaine's hand found his and squeezed it tightly. "That….that's nothing. It's just a silly picture. I don't even know why they've still got it hanging up on the wall."

Kurt tried to brush it off as if it was nothing, but Blaine didn't buy it. "Is this a show choir, Kurt?"Kurt tried to pull away, but Blaine held on, sensing his hesitation. "Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I... I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything."

"I didn't get in," he said suddenly. Blaine cocked his head Kurt continued. "NYADA. I made it to the finals. I went in for my final audition and I was so sure I was going to be one of the very few applicants to make it, but I wasn't. They rejected me and in that moment, it felt like my entire world was crashing down around me. Everything I'd worked towards for the past three years no longer mattered. Every glee club practice and competition; every solo I got; every time I fought to sing lead. None of it mattered. I felt like I had nothing going for me anymore. NYADA was the thing that was going to get me out of Ohio. I was going to move to New York and not only pursue my dream of being a performer, but I was going to do what my mom wanted as well. I was going to see the world and experience things that she never got to." Kurt looked back up at the picture hanging on the wall. "This was during the regionals performance my senior year. It wasn't too long before my NYADA audition. At this time, I had my entire future planned out. Rachel and I were going to move to New York together. We were going to struggle in the city, but in the end, we were going to be stars. We'd be on Broadway and get to live our lives doing what we loved."

"Did she get in?" Blaine spoke for the first time since Kurt began.

"No, and that's one of the only things that got me true. We were there to support each other through that time. She didn't give up though. She got involved in local theater the summer after we graduated and got into Julliard under late admissions. She begged me to apply, but in the end, I could no longer see myself as a performer. Glee club was everything to me. It was where I was finally accepted and the members were some of my best friends. They were the first people I came out to." He paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "But it wasn't for me anymore, and that's when I decided to become a flight attendant. I did all of the necessary training and applied to the airline and got the job. For the first time since NYADA turned me down, I felt like I was in control of my future."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him tight to his chest. He pressed his lips against Kurt's and didn't waste any time before deepening the kiss. Blaine wanted to convey to him how much it meant to him that Kurt was so open and trusted him so much with the things in his life he wasn't comfortable talking about. He ran his hands through the hair at the base of Kurt's neck just before he pulled away. They rested their foreheads against each other while their breaths steadied enough to speak again. Blaine felt like it was almost the perfect moment to tell Kurt he loved him, but it was too soon. He didn't want to scare Kurt away, especially not right when he was becoming so close.

"I think you are an amazing singer," Blaine whispered.

"How would you know?" Kurt asked, just as quietly.

"Because you have the voice of an angel."

Kurt laughed and placed a kiss on the tip of Blaine's nose. "Is that so?"

"Yes."

"How about I take you on a tour around Lima tomorrow. I can show you where I went to school and the places Rachel and I used to always hang out. Would you like that?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I would."

"Then that's what we'll do." Kurt kissed him again. "Would you like to go eat dinner now? Everyone's probably waiting for us."

Blaine nodded again and followed Kurt to the kitchen.