The sun is high above in the blue sky, hidden behind a few white puffy clouds. Its comfortably warm and the wind blows just enough to make you feel amazing but not too cold. Its a beautiful Saturday afternoon and Im holding my boyfriends hand, walking by his side away from his house.

When we woke up today, we helped clean up the kitchen and the living room a little bit so Kurts mom didnt have to have so much work. She wants to start anew, to finally let go of her husband and move on. To understand her son and to get better. Its good for her, according to what Kurt had said about her and what have I heard yesterday. She couldnt have been a good mom, but shes at least trying. My dad on the other hand, is not.

I look back and see her head in the window. Shes waving her hand at us, so I wave back and nudge Kurt with my shoulder to do the same. After he waves too, her head disappears and we continue walking down the street, hand in hand.

"Its so nice that your moms trying to get better,"I say, looking at a bird sitting on a tree in front of us.

"Yeah, I guess," Kurt answers, looking down. "I just hope she wont be drunk again when we return." He says then. I squeeze his hand.

"Shes doing this for you Kurt." I tell him. "I think shes gonna do her best not to end like that." He looks at me and smiles.

"I hope youre right." He says. He looks in front of him, probably thinking. "Do you..." He starts after a while. "Do you think that your parents will ever try to make it better?" He whispers and holds my hand a little bit tighter.

"I-" I dont know what to say. I want them back. A Lot, I mean... theyre my parents. I just dont know if its ever going to happen. "I dont know." I answer. "I hope that theyll understand me... someday." I sigh and feel Kurts hand slowly sneaking behind me to hold my waist hesitantly. I laugh.

"What?" He asks.

"Kurt," I say and take his hand, the one that just quickly left my waist. I put it back around my body and hold his fingers with my other hand. "Youre my boyfriend, I even sleep in your bed." I laugh. "You dont have to be so uncertain when you want to put your hand around my waist."

He blushes and I swear its the cutest thing in this whole world. "Okay," He smiles a bit, sheepishly. "I know that weve been practically sleeping together, I just wasnt sure if youre okay with me touching you like that in public." He admits. "I know that I have no problem with it, but its not just about me anymore. And the last time we did something like that, when I kissed you, we got caught. So-"

"I am absolutely okay with it." I give him a broad smile and he smiles back. "My dad knows about us anyway, your mom does too and we dont care about any other people, so..."

"True," he smiles. "Besides, if someone from school sees us, I can always make them stay silent and write for me, right?" He jokes.

I stiffen but dont look at Kurt. He feels it anyway and looks down.

"Blaine, I know that you dont agree with the plan and youre right that I dont even need to finish the Literary Magazine anymore, but I feel like I do, and thats important to me. Its like my legacy, the last thing Ill leave behind as I move to the Northwestern University."

I sigh again. "I know, youve already said that and I think I understand." I say. "More or less." I add. "But I wont ever agree with this plan, so can we stop talking about this now?"

He doesnt answer, but we dont talk about it anymore. As I realize, were getting closer to the coffee shop. The same one weve been to before. Only now we dont have to be careful and we can finally be boyfriends. Not that we were careful the last time, it was the whole reason my dad... my dad kicked me out.

When we reach the entrance of the shop, Kurt opens the door for me and then orders us some coffee. He chose his and my favorite and I smile as I put it to my lips to take a sip. Were sitting in the corner of the shop so no one can bother us.

I take Kurts hand into mine and smile at him. He smiles back and swallows his first sip of coffee. Suddenly he grins.

"By the way, today I had the most amazing dream!" He says enthusiastically.

"What was in the dream?" I ask, smiling myself. Kurt grins even more.

"At first I thought I was having a naked-in-public dream, but then I realized I was editor in chief and an asshole! It was great!" I start laughing with him. It makes me feel so good that hes happy, then Im happy too.

"Really?" I laugh.

"Yes! I felt like Miranda Priestly in The Devil Wears Prada." He says and sips his coffee again. "And I was older. Remy was my receptionist and Claire brought me coffee, which I splashed then in Remys face." He giggles so adorably.

"Id like to see that!" I laugh. "I dont really know her, but she seems quite bossy." I comment.

"Shes practically my female version!" He says and takes another sip of his coffee. "Shes ambitious, smart and driven, but the difference between us is that she uses her power for evil." He looks so serious. "And she stopped growing around the fourth grade – Im not saying shes a hobbit, Im just saying if someone was missing in Middle Earth shed fit the description."

I start laughing again and he laughs with me. "Sounds like her." I say and drink a bit of my coffee.

"And I had the most breathtaking view of New York City... In the dream." He continues. "My office was as big as a small country and Malerie was my publisher. I even had a piano and you were sitting there, getting ready to play something for me."

I smile at him. "I love playing for you." I say. "I can teach you someday if you want."

"Oh Blaine, Id love that!" He smiles at me. "There was a photo of me and you and..." he hesitates a little.

"What?" I ask and take his hand again.

"I think we were married." He says then. I stare at him and suddenly smile. He smiles too. "Do you think well still be boyfriends in the future?" He asks.

I squeeze his hand. "I dont know, but... I really hope so." I say.

"Me too."

"I mean," I look into his eyes. "Ive never known anyone like you... Im crazy about you." I smile and lean closer to him, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes. He smiles and looks at my lips. My breathing quickens and my heart starts beating faster and then were suddenly kissing.

Its long and beautiful and oh my god his lips has never been this soft. I put my hand on his cheek and he grabs my shoulders, kissing me harder.

"Hey! Get your own room faggots!" Someone yells at us and we immediately pull away from each other. The man is sitting a few tables away from us and hes looking at us with disgust in his eyes. He has the perfect view of our table because this side of the coffee shop is almost empty.

I swallow and take my coffee. Kurt looks at him and yells back. "If you dont like it then dont look you shithead!" I look at Kurt wide-eyed, but he doesnt seem afraid. Hes angry.

The man narrows his eyes and spits on the floor, but he doesnt bother us again after he turns away. Then he leaves and we both sigh in relief.

I take Kurts hand and smile at him. "Youre my brave knight in the shining armor, have I told you yet?" I say.

"You havent." He smiles and kisses me again.

"I hate how people hate us and-"

"Not all people hate us, Blaine. They just dont understand," Kurt says. I look into his eyes.

"Do you know what my dream is?" I smile. "To be married by thirty... legally." Kurt smiles too.

"I hope that someday itll be legal in all fifty states. Can you imagine that?" He asks, looking somewhere behind me, slightly smiling.

"The perfect future." I say. Suddenly he smirks and looks at me again. "What?" I ask, smiling.

"You know what else happened in my dream?" He says.

"What?"

"I hung up on Oprah." We both laugh and kiss again. "And then there were alien transvestites taking over the Earth and I lost a game of limbo to Margaret Thatcher in a room full of ferrets." He adds.

"You and your imagination." I smile and finish drinking my coffee. It was almost cold anyway. "You know what did I dream about yesterday?" I ask. Kurt shakes his head.

"I was having a dinner with my mom, in a beautiful garden." I smile sadly. "You were there too." I add. "And she liked you and said that we could marry if we want."

"Thats beautiful." Kurt smiles. "Maybe itll happen someday. You and me with your mom having dinner. You never know."

"That will never happen." I say and look down. He takes both my hands and looks into my eyes.

"Always remember Blaine. Hope dies last."