But he needed to go. He had to be a comforting presence for his ailing boyfriend. Besides, Blaine said they had to talk. That had to mean he was well enough to do that. Yes, he had to visit Blaine. They had to talk. And, even if they couldn't, Kurt could at least try and make Blaine feel better. He knew how to make soup and things like that. He had good experience at taking care of people. He had nursed his dad back to health afterall. He could do the same with Blaine.

He heard the click of a lock being undone and smiled, excited to see his boyfriend. So he was surprised that instead of seeing Blaine on the other side of the door, it was a tall woman in a light blue dress. She had dark, curly hair and sky blue eyes framed by thick lashes. Her lip stick covered lips were curved upward in a friendly smile. Was this Blaine's mom? Kurt had never met Blaine's parents before.

She gave him a quick once over and the smile became a bit strained. "You must be Blaine's friend. He mentioned you would be coming over. I'm his mom."

Kurt felt his own smile slip a bit. Didn't Blaine's mom know he was Blaine's boyfriend? Hadn't Blaine mentioned him to his parents? Why wouldn't he? "Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel." He said poiltely, holding out his hand.

Mrs. Anderson gave it a gentle shake. "Pleasure to meet you, Kurt. Please, come in. Blaine's room is just up the stairs, third door on the right."

Kurt decided not to mention that fact that he already knew where Blaine's room was. Instead he thanked her and stepped inside the house. He again took time to admire the decor. Oh how he wished his father would allow him to redecorte their own house. He would go for a similar color scheme, with maybe a bit more modern twist. This place was just a little too mansion like for his tastes. "I like the color scheme you've used in this room, Mrs. Anderson" he commented, hoping to get into the woman's good books.

Her face instantly lit up. "Why thank you! Finally some one who appreciates it! My husband wanted to go with a grey color theme, can you believe it? Luckily he isn't one for making those type of decisions or else our house would be an utter mess!"

Kurt smiled as he started up the stairs with Mrs. Anderson by his side. Interior design was an area he was comfortable with. He could talk about that. "Grey? I shudder to think what your house would be like if you hadn't stopped him. Grey is unflattering to Blaine's skin tone. Perhaps you could pull it off, but most can't."

"That's exactly what I told him. It's so nice to finally meet someone who understands. I work so hard to make this place look nice and my husband takes it for granted."

They continued their conversation all the way to Blaine's room. When they reached the door that lead to Blaine's room, Mrs. Anderson gave a shrap rap on the door. "Blaine, dear, your friend Kurt is here. Are you well enough to see him?"

"I'm fine, Mom." said Blaine's voice groggily. "Send him in."

"He's been grumpy all day." Mrs. Anderson said to Kurt. "Try to make him feel better?"

Kurt nodded. "I'll do my best."

Satisfied with this answer Mrs. Anderson gave him a smile and left down the stairs. Kurt opened the door and went inside. He located Blaine sitting on the bed. He couldn't help the tiny gasp that slipped from his mouth. Blaine looked...hot.

His hair was messy from sleep and ungeled, so some of the curls fell in his face. But that wasn't shocking. What was shocking was the fact that Blaine wasn't wearing a shirt. Not even a tank top. Kurt's whole face turned a bright red color. For most guys being shirtless wasn't a big deal but for Kurt...well, Kurt didn't like showing off his body. That's why he always stopped Blaine when he tried to take their make out sessions farther. He was just so afraid that Blaine would find him ugly and leave him. Kurt liked his clothes. He could hide under them.

Besides, how could he ever compete with Blaine. The boy was gorgeous! His arms were muscular though how they got that way Kurt didn't now, since Blaine didn't seem the type to work out. There was a small spattering of chest hair on Blaine's mocha skin. Kurt hadn't thought he was the type to like chest hair but Blaine pulled it off. Two cinnamon colored nipples were visible poking out from the patch of hair. Kurt's gaze lowered and he bit his bottom lip. Blaine had abs for Gaga's sake! How had he not noticed that? How had he got those? Were the Warblers secretly body builders or something? He doubted dancing had given Blaine muscles like that. His blush deepened when he realized Blaine had what they called a 'teasure trail'. It disappered under the pajama pants he was wearing.

There was no way Kurt could possibly wish to look that sexy. He was fashionable, not hot. No matter how many times Blaine or Sebastian told him he was hot, he just didn't believe them. What was he compared to either of them? Sure he could dress better than both of them combined, when it came to stuff like sex, he was the world's worst blushing virgin.

Blaine didn't seem to notice his discomfort. He smiled sleepily at Kurt, brushing a stray curl out of his face. "Hey, baby." he mumbled, holding out his arms for Kurt. When Kurt remained where he was, Blaine frowned. "Is something wrong?" His eyes went wide when he saw how red Kurt's face was. "Oh, Kurt, I'm sorry about the whole 'baby' thing." Blaine said, looking embarassed. "If you don't like it I won't say it anymore. I just thought, we don't really have nicknames and stuff, and I'm tired. We can come up with something else if you want. I don't really..."

Kurt cut him off mid ramble. "It's not the name, Blaine. I'm fine with that. It's just..." Kurt averted his gaze. "You...you don't have a shirt on."

Blaine looked at him, confused, and then glanced down. Understanding dawned on his face. He pulled the blanket up to cover his chest. "I'm sorry, Kurt, I didn't know. I normally sleep like this. I should have thought..." He trailed off, staring at the covers. "I can get a shirt if you want."

Kurt hated the look on Blaine's face. That was it. Kurt needed to stop being such a wimp. Blaine was his boyfriend. Boyfriends were supposed to see each other with their shirts off. Besides, Blaine said he loved him. That meant he would love him no matter what he looked like under his shirt.

"No, Blaine, it's fine." He said quickly before he changed his mind.

"Kurt, if it makes you uncomfortable it's not a problem. I mean,"

Kurt cut him off again. "Blaine, really, it's okay. It's not like you have anything to be ashamed of..." He blushed deeply when he realized he had said that last part out loud.

Blaine flushed a bit too, but then he grinned. "If you really don't mind, Kurt, then you would comfortable with coming over here so I cuddle with my boyfriend."

Kurt shook his head firmly. "I don't think so, Blaine. You're sick. I'm not going to get sick. I'll talk to you, but touching is a no no. I do not make sick look fabulous."

Blaine pouted and turned on his puppy dog eyes. "But Kurrrrrrrtttttttt!" Blaine whined. "I want to hold you. I haven't able to all day! A whole day! You know I can't live without my Kurtie kisses!"

Kurt stood his ground. He was not going to get sick. "No, Blaine. It's not going to happen. You can get your 'Kurtie kisses' when you are no longer contagious."

Blaine frowned. "But, Kurt, I haven't been sick since this morning. Mom just wouldn't let me leave because she's paranoid about that sort of thing." Blaine stretched his arms out farther, reaching for Kurt without leaving the bed. "Please, Kurt? Pretty please?"

Kurt cocked a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at him, wordlessly asking Blaine if he were crazy.

"If you get sick, Kurt, then I promise to be there with a bowl of soup, a stack of Disney movies, and a brand new scarf. Okay? Just please come here." Blaine begged.

Sighing, Kurt finally relented and went over to Blaine. He allowed himself to be wrapped in his boyfriend's arms and kissed. He rested his head against Blaine's warm chest and let out a content sigh. Blaine's skin was warm and the fuzzy chest hair tickled hs face. He brushed his finger tips along Blaine's stomach, feeling Blaine shiver at his touch. This, Kurt decided, was his favorite place in the world. Blaine put one of his arms around Kurt's waist, holding him close. "I feel much better now, Kurt." Said Blaine while lifting his hand to run it through Kurt's hair.

"If you touch my hair, Blaine Anderson, I will end you." Blaine quickly retracted his hand at these words. He instead moved it to Kurt's tie.

"Kurt, is this a Gryffindor tie?" Blaine asked while sliding it through his fingers.

Kurt leaned his head up and pressed a kiss to the underside of Blaine's jaw. "Yeah, it is. It's the one you gave me. I found it in my car when I was driving over here." He kissed Blaine's chin. "I thought it would cheer you up." He knew how much Blaine was into Harry Potter. His boyfriend was such a dork sometimes.

Blaine let out an apperciative hum as Kurt continued to pepper him with little kisses. "It does." he muttered, running his hand down Kurt's side. "My little Gryffindor boyfriend..." Blaine pulled him up slightly and connected their lips. The kiss started out slow and passionate, but that quickly ended. They moved their lips against each other feverishly, like they couldn't get enough. Without the kisses that they snuck when at school, they were needy for the each other. Blaine gently prodded at Kurt's mouth with his tounge, asking for entrance. Kurt parted his lips and Blaine dived in. He traced every bit of Kurt's warm, inviting mouth, moaning as Kurt's tounge danced with his.

When they parted for air, Blaine said, "You're like the Harry to my Draco." Then returned to kissing. Kurt ran his hands through Blaine's curly hair. Making out with Blaine felt so good. He couldn't think of anything besides the feel of Blaine's warm, slightly chapped lips on his. Blaine parted their lips, making Kurt let out a little whine of protest. Blaine made up for it by latching on to Kurt's neck. Kurt moaned, stretching his neck to give Blaine more access. His eyes fell closed as he felt Blaine lick and nibble on his pale skin. He was going to have to wear a scarf when he went home so his dad wouldn't see. He felt like he was forgetting something important. What was it?

Blaine moved back to his lips and kissed him roughly while fisting Kurt's shirt. Kurt slapped his hand away but didn't stop kissing. "Don't...wrinkle...my...shirt." Kurt mumbled inbetween making out.

"God, Kurt..." Blaine moaned. "You're so amazing. I love it when we kiss." Blaine rolled them over so he was on top. Blaine got really into the kiss, doing things with his tounge that should be illegal. "Sebastian could never kiss you like this."

"No, just you, Blaine." Kurt whispered, lost in the moment. But the name Sebastian kept running through his head. It was then he remembered one of the main reason he came over to Blaine's house.

He tried to push Blaine away. "Blaine...Blaine, stop, we have to-ah!" Blaine sucked on the senstive spot under Kurt's ear. The pleasure was intense. Kurt fought to regain himself. They had to talk. He placed his hands on either side of Blaine's face and lifted it away from his. Their lips separated with a loud pop. Blaine pouted at him. "Blaine, we have to talk about Sebastian."

Blaine tried to kiss him again. Kurt blocked him and Blaine instead kissed his palm."We can talk later, Kurt, just please..." He lowered his face again. Kurt wrapped his slim fingers around Blaine's shoulders, taking just a moment to appericate how muscular they were, and pushed back harshly. Blaine lifted himself up so that he was straddling Kurt's hips, looking hurt.

Kurt sat up, staring into the beautiful hazel eyes of his boyfriend. "We have to talk about him at some point, Blaine. Kissing will only prolong the inevitable."

Rather reluctently, Blaine agreed. He got off of Kur and moved to lean against the head board of his bed. He patted his lap and Kurt crawled into it. He could tell Blaine was nervous about something. He wanted Blaine to tell him, so he could help. As Blaine didn't seem like he was going to start the conversation, Kurt started. "How did you find out about Sebastian?"

Blaine sighed and placed his chin ontop of Kurt's head. "I got a call from Nick. He was ranting and raving about how the New Directions were stealing all their singers and how it was obviously a plot to take them out. I, of course, asked him what he was on about. Then he told me about Sebastian." Blaine paused for a moment. "I didn't hear what else he said because I sort of threw my phone at the wall." Blaine gestured with the arm that wasn't wrapped around Kurt to a dent in the wall and the broken remains of a phone. "It broke, which is why I had to text you on my mom's phone."

Kurt took Blaine's large hand into his own and stroked it. "It doesn't make any difference, Blaine. I still don't like him. I love you."

"It does make a difference!" Blaine snapped, glaring at the wall. "He's there, Kurt. He's going to be there everyday, and he's going to try to take you from me. He's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. And I'm just so scared, Kurt. He's taller than me, he can probably sing better too. He's not ugly. Most guys would jump at the chance to go out with him. And I know you're not like that, but...it's that fact that he's thinking about it, planning how to get you away from me. He wants to split us apart." Blaine slid his fingers so that they intertwined with Kurt's, as if holding on for dear life.

Kurt leaned his head back, resting it against Blaine's shoulder. He had never seen Blaine like this. Blaine seemed so scared. "Blaine, don't compare yourself to Sebastian. You are so much better than him. You're the most dapper, most caring boy I have ever met. Sebasitan can go crawl back into the ground were he belongs with the rest of his ferret brethren. And look at me, Blaine Anderson," He waited till Blaine looked down at him. "You're shorter than most guys. It's not something you can control. But I love it. If you were any taller, how would we make out all the time, hmmm? While I have worn heels before, it's not something I enjoy unless necessary for my outfit." A small smile tugged at Blaine's lips. "And yes, most guys would trip over their own feet in an attempt to get near Sebastian. But why would I when I have this incredibly gorgeous boyfriend whose voice can make people swoon. Whose style is just adorable. Whose hair is incredible even though he insists on gelling it back, though I can't imagine why. He's my boyfriend, who succeeds in making me fall more in love with him every day." Kurt lifted his head slightly to whisper into Blaine's ear. "Not to mention the fact that he is much, much hotter than Sebastian Symthe." He trailed his hand down Blaine's stomach, blushing as he did so.

Instead of relaxing, Blaine only seemed to tense up more. "Kurt..." he whispered, averting his gaze again. "I love you so, so much. You know that, right?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's kind of hard to forget when you tell me everyday."

"Good. I just want you to know that, because I have to tell you something."

Kurt nodded that he was listening and for Blaine to continue. "Remember when we were backstage at West Side Story and you yelled at me for being so angry all the time? Well, I have a reason for tht. Well, it's sort of a reason."

"You can tell me anything, Blaine. You know that." Kurt assured him. He really wanted to know what Blaine's sercret was. He thought they knew everything about each other. They were always honest, about everything.

"Can I get a kiss first?" asked Blaine, his lips searching for Kurt's. He succeeded in looking like a fish out of water.

Kurt laughed at the goofiness of his boyfriend. He pressed a lingering kiss on Blaine's lips and then settled back against Blaine's warm chest. "There. I kissed you. Now tell me what you are hiding, Blaine Anderson."

Looking wary, Blaine spoke. "Well, I guess I first realized it when I was five. For Christmas I had gotten games, play stations, remote controlled cars, all that cool stuff from my parents. But from my Uncle Lance I got a teddy bear. It was soft, with light brown hair and it had this little red bowtie around it's neck. My father thought it was girly and totally dismissed it. I acted the same, but when I was taking my presents to my room I put it on my bed. It became my favorite toy for two reasons. One, because I thought itwas a totally awesome bear. Two, my uncle and father got in a huge fight a few weeks later and I haven't seen my uncle since."

"I always knew you would be the type to have a teddy bear." Kurt teased.

"Are you saying you never had a teddy bear, Kurt?"

"Nope. I had a blanket. It was blue, and fluffy. Stuffed animals used to creep me out because I thought they would come to life and eat me. So instead my mom got me a Ken barbie doll. I had a feeling she always knew about me being gay."

"So Kurt Hummel's greatest fear is stuffed animals? Interesting..." Kurt glared at him and opened his mouth to defend himself but Blaine cut him off. "Anyway, that doesn't matter. Back to the story. I went everywhere with that bear. My father didn't think highly of this, but my mother convinced him that it was harmless. So I was allowed to keep it. I talked to this bear and played with it, because I didn't have many friends. I didn't count the kids of my father's business associates as my friends. Some of them were really mean. Like this one kid, Jacob. He came over all the time and made fun of me. He said my hair was like girl hair and he put gum in it more than once. Then one day he decided to be really mean. I didn't know he was coming over, so I didn't hide my bear. Apprently his father had taken away his gameboy, so he took it out on my bear. He ran up, took it off my bed, and ripped it's head off.'''

"Oh, Blaine." Said Kurt, wrapping his arms around Blaine and holding him close. It seemed that Blaine had really liked that bear. Blaine had experience bullies even eariler than him, and was teased all because of his adorable hair.

"I just remember getting really, really angry. So angry that I just saw red. I seemed to black out for a second and when I came to I was on top of Jacob, who was crying and had blood on his face. Needless to say I didn't see Jacob again after that. And my dad took away my bear. That was when they first suspected that I had anger problems. Many little instances afer that finally convinced them to get me help. I went to a threapists, but it didn't really help. They just suggested that I find a way to vent my anger, so I took up sports. And I had some control. I was working on it. But then, something happened that triggered it again."

"Was it the dance?" Kurt placed a tiny kiss on Blaine's cheek. He now understood what Blaine was afraid of. He was worried that Kurt was going to be scared of him and leave. But Kurt wouldn't. He loved Blaine, and that included his faults. Kurt was anything but perfect himself, even though he acted like he was.

Blaine nodded. "When those jocks came and beat me and my friend up we were stuck in the hospital for weeks. The damage done to my head only made my anger problem worse. I was released first and the only thought on my mind was to get revenge. My parents knew this. They could see the warning signs. So they decided to send me to Dalton. So it wasn't really protecting me from bullies, but more protecting the bullies from me.

"At Dalton I made friends and joined the Warblers of course. But I didn't have a way to vent when I got really mad. So I started the Dalton Fight Club, which I can't really talk about."

Kurt rested his hand on Blaine's abs and traced them. Fight Club would explain how muscular Blaine was. But he just couldn't see his sweet, dapper boyfriend doing something like that. "I never noticed you sneaking around Dalton all mysteriously. When exactly did you attend these secret Fight Club meetings?"

Blaine smiled down at him. "That's the thing, Kurt. When I met you, I just wasn't angry anymore. I mean, when you first tapped me on the shoulder I was going to snap at you because that day had just been garbage. But then I turned around and looked at you. All the anger just went away. Because standing in front of me was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen." Blaine pulled him closer. "And he had the most adorable smile on his face. And I knew I just had to hold his hand." Kurt blushed. He liked being complimented by Blaine. His boyfriend made him feel beautiful and that was one of the best feelnigs ever, since for most of his life he had been told he was an ugly fag.

"When you came along, if I was ever angry I could just call you and you would calm me down. I didn't need to take my anger out with fighting anymore, espically when you were at Dalton. If I wanted to calm down I could just go to your dorm and hang out or go get coffee with you. And when I finally took my head out of my butt and made my move, kissing you calmed me down like nothing else did. That fact made me love you even more.

"But now that I'm at McKinley, it's been harder. What with the bullies and everything. When I see you covered in slushie or being shoved into lockers it takes everything I have not to smash their faces in. I just want you to be safe because I love you so much."

"And I'm guessing Sebastian isn't helping much?" At the other boy's name anger filled Blaine's eyes. Kurt sat up and placed his forehead against Blaine's. He stared into the hazel eyes. It took Blaine awhile, but eventually he calmed down and give Kurt a soft kiss. Kurt was concerned. They couldn't have Blaine get like this every time Sebastian was just mentioned. "They have medicine for things like this, Blaine. Medicine to help you calm down."

Blaine shook his head. "I tried that before. My parents got it for me. But I hated it. It made me feel so...weird. Like I wasn't myself. Fight Club worked better than any medicine."

"Well, maybe you can get something similar at McKinely. When I dare to venture into the vomit inducing world that is the boy's locker room, I notice that they have punching bags and weights. Things like that. Would that help?"

"You know I'm about as welcome in the boy's locker room as you are. I'd get beat up before I could even walk through the doors if I went there after school."

"I'm sure I can convince Finn to do something about that." Kurt resumed his regular postion of leaning against Blaine's chest.

"And how would you manage that?" Blaine asked, leaning his head against Kurt's, taking in the scent that was purely Kurt.

"Finn really needs to learn how to clear his browsing history." Blaine laughed along with Kurt and then they sat in a comfortable silence for a few mintues. Blaine was relieved. He had been so worried that when he told Kurt the boy wuld leave, worried that Blaine would somehow hurt him. But Blaine would never do that. He wouldn't even think it. While most of the time his temper was uncontrollable, he would never raise a hand against his boyfriend. He never hurt people he loved. While he would blow up at his father and tear up his office, he never did anything to his mom, even if he was maad at her. It was the same with Kurt. Kurt was the most amazing person ever. There was no way to described how happy he was that Kurt was okay with his problem. He had only ever told Wes and David in case they ever needed to help him. And now he had told Kurt. It was like a great weight had been lifted off his chest.

But there was still the Sebastian problem to deal with. He didn't know how he was going to control himself around that ferret faced asshole. If Sebastian made another move on Kurt...God, Blaine would explode into a firey ball of rage that would not only cause Sebastian to lose his head, but also cause Blaine to lose Kurt. That couldn't happen.

"What are we going to do about Sebastian?"

Kurt looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes. They always took Blaine's breath away. "You don't need to prove to me that you are better than Sebastian, Blaine. I already know that. What you need to do is prove to Sebastian that you're better than him. I'm sure you have a song up your sleeve that could express that. Because I can bitch and whine to Sebastian all day to leave me alone, but the only one whose going to stop him is you."

Kurt let out a yawn and stretched like a cat. "No more talking. I want to take a nap." He snuggled up to Blaine's side and closed his eyes. Blaine moved down a bit and pulled the covers over them. Kurt let out a happy hum. Blaine chuckled and too closed his eyes. He could hardly wait for the day when he could fall asleep like this every night with Kurt. But first he had to deal with Sebastian. Perhaps he could sing a song. That's how he expressed his emotions best. Or he could just beat the crap out of the boy. No, no, he would try Kurt's way first. But if Sebastian forced anything else on Kurt, then Blaine was going straight to to police, dragging Sebastian's beaten body behind him.

Now wasn't the time for such thoughts. Now was the time to cuddle with Kurt and just enjoy this time with his boyfriend. It had been pure torture not seeing Kurt all day. He needed his daily dose of Kurt just to not go insane. The warmth of Kurt seeped into his very bones and chased away the anger. Blaine reached between them and grabbed Kurt's hand. A smile tugged at Kurt's lips as he intertwined their fingers.

Mrs. Anderson came up a bit later to see if the boys wanted any snacks. When she opened the door to her son's room and smiled. They were both sleeping. Blaine had his arms wrapped around the smaller boy and had a soft smile on his face. He looked so happy. Happier than she had seen her son in a long time. Mrs. Anderson had been uneffected when Blaine had told her and her husband that he was gay. It wasn't much of a shock for her. Blaine had never taken an interest in girls, so she had just always assumed. And she didn't really mind. If it made her son happy, then why not?

It was Blaine's father that had taken the news badly. He was determined to force the gay out of Blaine. And because of this Blaine hated his father. But always had an open ear. If Blaine wanted to talk about a cute boy he had seen at the mall, or go on and on about some new play, then she was there to listen. Blaine was her son and no matter what his sexual orientation, she still loved him.

Blaine had told her about Kurt before. She remembered the phone call when Blaine had been so excited, saying he had met the most amazing boy that day. She had smiled and shared in his excitment. She really did want Blaine to find a boy he could be happy with. And it seemed like Kurt was that boy. She wasn't offended that Blaine hadn't told her that Kurt was his boyfriend. She understood. If his father caught word that Blaine had a boyfriend it would not be good at all. But Blaine couldn't hide it forever. It would be better if his father found out from Blaine rather than by himself.

Perhaps she could plan a dinner and invite Kurt and his parents. In that setting her husband would have to be a bit more civil and there he could learn about Kurt. Yes, that was the plan. She knew it would make her son happy not to hide anymore. She could always see the hearts in his eyes everytime he talked aout Kurt. It was love.

With one last smile at the two sleeping boys, she left to start planning. The dinner was going to be perfect and her husband was not going to ruin Blaine's relationship.