So your brother totally knocked out Rachel. -B

Oh no! What happened?! -K

He was trying to dance again. -B

And he hit her doing that? -K

Yup. They went to the clinic to see if he broke her nose. -B

Finn must feel awful.... -K

I have been in this club for a lot less time than Finn has and I have better moves than he does. The guy is awkward as fuck. -B

Hey! That's my brother you're talking about! -K

And if you ever met my brother and told me he's an arrogant arse I wouldn't hold it against you because it's the truth. -B

When do I get to meet your brother? -K

Maybe when he's done having sex with all the women in California and wants to try some from Ohio. I wouldn't hold your breath though... his long term memory leaves a lot to be desired. -B

Sibling rivalry much? -K

You have no idea. -B

Afraid I might like him? -K

Oh I know you'll like him. He charms the pants off everyone who isn't me. -B

Coffee tomorrow? -B

Absolutely. I need a break from overly polite boys and want to see my less than polite man. -K

Rrrowl. ;) -B

"I can't believe Rachel is considering getting a nose job. She looks fine! She has Barbra-esque features that even I'm jealous of." Kurt admitted, stirring his coffee after he listened to Mercedes and Tina fill him in on the gossip from New Directions. Blaine was at his side and Santana was also at the table, though eyeballing Artie and Brittany who were off at another table. Their coffee date had been intruded on by half of New Directions, but Kurt wasn't the least bit upset. He was happy to feel a part of the old group again.

"Like I said in club, we all have something we don't like about ourselves - Rachel doesn't like her schnozz, so she should be able to get it fixed. Like you wouldn't change your girly voice if you had the opportunity Kurt." Santana said, causing Mercedes and Tina to roll their eyes and Blaine to tense up beside him.

"Actually... I don't mind my voice.. at least not anymore. I've come to accept it about myself, and appreciate it. Not many men can brag about being a countertenor. I have a greater range than most men... or women for that matter." Kurt acknowledged, looking towards Santana while putting a calming hand on Blaine's thigh under the table. It was true. There had been a time when he kept making his dad take him to the doctor to see if his voice would deepen, but since New Directions, he had embraced his unique voice.

"Whatever." Santana rolled her eyes and went back to staring at Artie and Brittany.

Mercedes and Tina went on to note how much they missed Kurt, warming up his heart, and wondering if there was any way he'd consider coming back to McKinley.

"I offered to beat up Karofsky multiple times to get him out of McKinley to make Kurt feel safe there... but it's a no go." Blaine noted.

"I don't want to talk about it...." Kurt said sadly. He didn't want to be reminded that the only thing keeping him from being with his family and friends with a moronic brute who couldn't come to terms with his own homosexuality.

"It's still an option as far as I'm concerned." Blaine insisted.

"Anyhow! Rachel's nose!" Kurt pointedly changed the subject matter before he actually started considering Blaine's proposal. "Girl needs a Barbra-vention."

"I need to gay! GO! I need to GO!" Santana stammered, standing up and walking off abruptly. Amused smirks and glances between those left at the table were shared, and Kurt shook his head.

"ANYHOW!" Kurt reinforced, "She can't get that nose job. It's an insult to our idols... Barbra, Patti, Whitney... they made it on their own qualities. They didn't change themselves to become stars. I propose a Barbra-vention."

Kurt outlined a plan to get Rachel to accept herself, and her nose, while Mercedes, Tina, and Blaine listened on. Periodically Mercedes or Tina would give their input, but Blaine was quiet throughout the planning, just keeping an arm around the back of Kurt's chair and watching Kurt with adoring eyes.

Kurt wished this was his everyday.

"I don't know what to put on my shirt.... I'm too fucking awesome for this assignment." Blaine murmured into Kurt's neck. They were tangled together on Kurt's bed after a particularly hot make-out session on Saturday that ended when Finn had walked in wanting to know what a parka was - for whatever reason - and then backed out with the reddest face known to man - and that was saying something coming from Kurt.

Kurt hummed thoughtfully, fingers wrapped up by Blaine's curls as he idly played with Blaine's hair. "Well you could always put down arrogant. That seems pretty appropriate for how sure you are about yourself."

Blaine huffed a little, "It has to be something we were born with.... not something I developed because of my aforementioned awesomeness." Blaine's huff left Kurt tingling as the hot breath landed on his neck.

His neck. He needed to remember to cover up those hickey's later with scarfs. He used to accessorize to hide his bruises, now he did it to hide the hickeys. It was a welcome change of motivation.

"Short?" Kurt offered.

Blaine snorted derisively. "I accept my height... I more than make up for it in other areas though - wouldn't you agree?"

Kurt chuckled bashfully, "Yes... I guess so..."

"Maybe... is there a word for being afraid of turning out like your parents?"

Kurt blinked a few times and then looked towards Blaine steadily, "Blaine... you don't actually think you'll turn out like your dad do you?"

Blaine shrugged a little and averted his gaze from Kurt's, "No... never mind. Forget I said it."

Kurt pushed himself up onto his elbows, forcing himself to sit up despite Blaine's whines and repositioning so his head was still rested against Kurt, though on his stomach now. "I'm serious. Why do you think you'll be like him?"

Blaine shrugged and ghosted his fingers across Kurt's stomach, "I don't want to talk about it."

Kurt reached over to take the hand strumming across his stomach in his own and gave it a small squeeze, "You aren't like your dad, and you won't ever be like him."

Blaine groaned and shot a look up at Kurt, "I don't want to talk about it."

Kurt persisted, "What brought this on? More court stuff?"

Instead of again insisting that he didn't want to talk about it, Blaine just stopped responding period, shutting his eyes as if that would block out the conversation being forced on him. Kurt sighed and leaned back against his headboard, letting his fingers idly wind through Blaine's hair again.

He needed to not only do a Barbra-vention for Rachel now, but had to figure out what was going through Blaine's mind to make him feel so insecure about himself.

This would be a lot easier if he was still in Lima 24/7.

On Sunday, after listening to Blaine talk to his mother over the phone, though not understanding what they were saying because they were speaking in Tagalog, Kurt was able to get a little more insight into what Blaine was upset over.

"I know I won't turn out like my dad..." He said after he had put his phone on the nightstand with a sigh.

Kurt frowned, "Your mom? What's wrong with being like your mom? She's calm and kind and..."

"... and she doesn't fucking protect those closest to her." Blaine snapped back at Kurt. It was unusual for Blaine to snap at Kurt, so clearly he had hit a nerve. Recognizing that he had freaked out though, he apologized in the next breath and put his head down in Kurt's hands, who immediately went about playing with those curls again. God, Blaine didn't even pay attention to what shampoo he used and his hair was amazingly soft.

"Blaine... you told the officers that she was held back by your grandma, and couldn't help you."

Blaine grumbled, and Kurt could see that he was determining whether or not to say anything more.

He did.

"That never stopped her from making me see him... and she's played it off that because she was blind she couldn't possibly see my bruises and cuts... but she had to know... she had to..." Blaine insisted sadly.

Kurt frowned, considering that. Since Blaine had become a fixture at their home on weekends, he rarely ever, if ever, saw Blaine's mom. Even when he had gone to Blaine's house daily for a while back at the beginning of the year, he didn't see her much. Maybe he didn't know as much about her as he thought he did.

"... Blaine... you've been nothing but a good son to your mother... do you really think she'd send you into the jaws of hell like that knowingly?"

Blaine shrugged a little, nudging his head into Kurt's hands as he non-verbally requested a head rub which Kurt was happy to give him.

"They act like I can't understand Tagalog sometimes... I can hear what they argue about though..."

Kurt tensed up a little, but kept rubbing Blaine's head, knowing that he would need to be kept soothed if he was going to keep talking about this.

"... My mom might accept that I'm gay, but she has no problem letting her mother and her ex-husband control her. I don't understand it... and yes, I'm a good son because that's something I want to be... because I feel bad about her not seeing and that she got stuck with an asshole husband, but since... since you I just don't understand her anymore."

Kurt sucked in his lower lip and gave it a small nibble - one of his thoughtful tics, and also him keeping from saying something as Blaine talked. He didn't want to interrupt for fear that Blaine wouldn't continue.

"I mean... I would do fucking anything to protect you from any kind of harm... and she... she had to know, and she didn't. What kind of parent does that? What if that happens to me? What kind of dad would I be?"

Kurt sucked in a small breath. While he might never acknowledge it publicly, he loved that Blaine was so protective of him - it made his heart swell with love, and then, that Blaine had mentioned being a dad... Something about that made Kurt's heart feel like it might explode in his chest from being overfilled with affection.

"You'll be an amazing dad..." Kurt uttered softly, brushing back Blaine's curls away from his eyes so he could see those hazel eyes he loved so much.

"How do you know?" Blaine whispered, looking back up at Kurt imploringly.

"Because you're worried about being a good dad... so you're conscious of the choices you make... even though you're still in high school and being a dad should be a long way off for you." Kurt purposely teased at the end of the statement, wanting to lighten the mood a little if he could.

It worked. Blaine chuckled and lifted his head to kiss Kurt chastely before returning to Kurt's hands for more scalp attention. The boy was always hungry for head rubs and scratches.

"I love you..." Blaine murmured, shutting his eyes again as he enjoyed his head rub.

Kurt smiled down at Blaine, even though he couldn't see it, "I love you too."

So the photo composites Rachel showed us today made her look like a brown haired Quinn. -B

Ugh. -K

What's so wrong with that? From what I understand, Quinn is hot shit for those men who like chicks. -B

But Quinn is also a dime a dozen. Rachel is unique and still beautiful. -K

You keep saying things like that and I'm going to question your devotion to dicks. -B

I can still appreciate female beauty, even if it doesn't turn me on. -K

Finn said it too, in front of everyone, that Rachel was beautiful just the way she way. LOVED the bitch face Quinn put on after that little tidbit. -B

Finn still loves Rachel. He's just too much of a dope to realize it. -K

Mr. Relationship expert in the house! -B

Oh please. You can't tell me you can't see it either. -K

Yah... I guess. I just never really worried or thought about it. Not my business. -B

Yet you love it when shit goes down in the choir room. -K

You know when you swear, even when it's a text, I get immediately hard. -B

On Wednesday after classes, Kurt's phone began buzzing with intensity as if it had a life of its own. He started receiving texts from everyone in New Directions faster than he could check them, and before he was even able to read them, he got a call from his dad.

"What's going on dad? My phone is freaking out. Is everyone alright?"

He could hear Burt's hesitation as he spoke over the phone, "Yah... got a call from Principal Figgins at McKinley today... Apparently that Karofsky kid wants to have a meeting with you... reach out to you."

Kurt's heart leapt and then immediately dropped. Was Karofsky really capable of a change in heart?

"When?"

"We could do it tomorrow kiddo... I just... I don't like it. This kid threatened you...."

"Let's just see what he has to say at least." Kurt offered, knowing his dad couldn't refuse him that.

"Fine. Just... this doesn't mean you're going back... don't get your hopes up kid."

"I won't. I love you. Text me the time and I'll be there. Love you."

"Love you too son."

Kurt grinned to himself and then started going through the texts.

I wanted to punch his face in! -Sam

It was like being in a dream sequence, although not a very romantic one. -Rachel

I had to hold your boy back from hitting him everytime he mentioned your name! -Mercedes

It was revolting! -Tina

If you come back, we've got your back. -Mike

It seems almost too good to be true. Much as I'd like to see you back, be careful. -Artie

I had to vomit afterwards. Santana and Karofsky. If they have sex, it'll be like I had sex with Karofsky by rules of transfers and shit. -Puck

B carful lil bro. Well watch out 4 u. -Finn

I don't like it. -B

There were certainly more texts than just those ones, but those summed up the situation nicely. Karofsky had come to apologize to the New Directions and tell them he would be reaching out to Kurt through Figgins. Then, of all revolting things, Santana and Karofsky announced they were a couple and had started an anti-bullying club.

I'm meeting him tomorrow with my dad. -K

My offer still stands. -B

Blaine, please, let me hear him out. -K

Should I be worried? -B

About what? -K

About you liking him. -B

Oh please. You're cute when you're jealous, even if it is unnecessary. -K

Fine. I'll be waiting outside the office the whole time though. -B

That's fine. I think Finn said he would as well, though with his texts it's hard to tell. -K

I will personally kick Karofsky's face in if he even looks at you funny. -B

How romantic. -K

I'm serious. -B

Look at the bright side. You can see me tomorrow. -K

Mmm... that's true. -B

Better get those flowers redirected to your house. -B

Kurt looked up at his dorm room, at the ridiculous amount of flower arrangements he already had all over the place that Trent was much too alright with, despite it clearly aggravating his allergies and making him sneeze constantly.

Probably a good idea. -K

Kurt remained quiet throughout most of the meeting, letting his dad speak on behalf of him. When finally asked his opinion, Kurt asked to be left alone with Karofsky.

That was how he got the truth. Karofsky and Santana were working together to get elected as Prom King and Queen and thought getting Kurt back to the school would help with the votes. Kurt was impressed, though he used the information to his advantage, making Karofsky agree to start a chapter of PFFLAG up in the school as well.

He was coming home.

After the Karofsky's had left, they set up his transfer. Tomorrow morning he and his dad would gather his stuff from Dalton, and then tomorrow afternoon he would return to McKinley and resume his old schedule.

He also told Mr. Schuester that he expected to lead them in the Born This Way group number on Monday.

He wasn't going to allow himself to be walked over again.

As they left the office, they were immediately flanked by Finn and Blaine who were adamant that they would be looking out for Kurt and that he shouldn't have to worry about anything. He smiled to himself, loving that he was so clearly loved.

Blaine was, of course, invited to dinner that night. He was caught up on all New Directions drama, as well as school drama in general, so that he could more seamlessly reintegrate into school. Blaine also let him know what he had been working on in French class, and much as Kurt was excited about sharing a class with Blaine again, he didn't have the heart to tell him that his French class at Dalton had been more advanced than their advanced work in Mademoiselle Bouvier's class.

He had sent off a text to his Warbler friends earlier, letting them know what was happening, and that he hoped to say goodbye to them tomorrow. Throughout the evening, texts trickled in from them expressing their sadness at his departure.

Yet on Friday morning, none of the Warbler's were there for him to say goodbye to, and he felt more than a little sad that they hadn't made the effort to say goodbye to him as he packed up his side of the room and left Trent with all the chocolates that Blaine had sent as a parting gift.

He didn't let it get to him though, letting his dad return to their home with the boxes from Dalton after being dropped off at McKinley. At Mercedes request, he made his grand appearance in the courtyard outside, immediately drawn into hugs from his New Directions friends.

And then, Mercedes announced that they had met in the courtyard for a reason, and the Warblers, all of them, came out singing Somewhere Only We Know all together, each saying their respective goodbyes to Kurt and giving him hugs as Nick and Jeff belted out the lyrics.

He couldn't help but tear up.

Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist and whispered, once they had all left, "I think they all have the hots for you."

Kurt laughed and nudged Blaine playfully back. "Too bad I only have ever had my eyes on you."

"What about the guy you wanted to serenade on Valentine's day?"

Kurt laughed, and as Blaine watched him in confusion, Kurt admitted, "That was you. I was going to serenade you."

Blaine beamed, and when Kurt noticed the courtyard was quiet, and that all eyes were on the both of them, he realized that while New Directions knew they were an item, that the rest of the school didn't.

In fact, they probably didn't even realize Blaine was gay until this point.

Blaine had just outed himself and didn't even seem to care about it.

He hoped this wouldn't have any consequences for Blaine, or anyone who tried to make it an issue with Blaine.

Entering Glee Club that afternoon, he sang As If We Never Said Goodbye, receiving a standing ovation from the group. It was good to be able to sing what he wanted, when he wanted again. He got a fair amount of duet parts in the Warblers, but they rarely, if ever, entertained members just singing to express their emotions or as a way to showcase their individual talents.

He took a seat beside Blaine, who scooted his chair as close to Kurt as he could get while Rachel gave them the latest update on her nose job.

Kurt looked back at Puckerman, who nodded to him.

Operation Barbra-vention was a go.

"God you are freaking hot in that hat... and those pants... and..." Blaine's eyes were glued to Kurt, who had just danced Duck Sauce's Barbra Streisand in the mall with New Directions and all the Cheerio's he could muster up on the weekend. He felt it had gone well. He hoped it had anyhow. Personally, Kurt thought there was no better way to get Rachel to appreciate her uniqueness than to show her how much she was like Barbra.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and led the way to the food court. He desperately needed a drink after all that dancing. Blaine meanwhile was clearly trying to undress Kurt with his eyes.

"You are going to people whispering..." Kurt noted to him.

Blaine shrugged, "Let them whisper. They can whisper all they want about how I have a sexy ass boyfriend that only I get to touch and kiss....."

Kurt chuckled, cheeks flaring red at the compliment. He admittedly had picked out this outfit with Blaine in mind and was glad it had the desired effect.

"Have you decided what's going on your shirt yet?" Kurt prompted as they waited in line at Kurt's favourite Chinese food place.

Blaine shook his head, "No... I don't know what to put."

"Well I'm putting on mine Likes Boys. It's something I was born with, and I had a difficult time accepting it and wishing I didn't before, but now... with you... it's definitely something I've accepted about myself."

Blaine smirked a little, "I've never been ashamed about liking boys..."

"Oh really? Never?" Kurt found it hard to believe.

"I've only ever been ashamed of showing it before.... and getting the backlash from people who didn't accept it."

"Yet you're all about the public displays of affection now..."

"Because I don't give a fuck anymore. If I don't get to show you off then what's the point?"

Kurt gave Blaine's hand a small squeeze. "Well I, for one, am at a loss as to what to put on your shirt. You're perfect to me."

As they waited to start their rendition of Born This Way, Kurt kept looking over at Blaine curiously. He could see the white shirt under the hoodie Blaine had on, but Blaine hadn't told him what was on it.

Rachel announced that she had cancelled her nose job, much to Kurt's relief, and Mr. Schuester showed off his Buttchin shirt... if only he knew how appropriate that was given how Blaine referred to him as Mr. Butthead.

And Kurt sang. He got to sing Lady Gaga, with Mercedes and Tina, and loved it. One at a time, the group revealed their quirks to the audience, made up of Karofsky and Santana, who was sitting this one out for some reason.

Kurt was Likes Boys, Mercedes was NO Weave, Tina was Brown Eyes, Mike was Can't Sing, Finn was Can't Dance, Artie was Four Eyes, Puck had an arrow pointing to his crotch that said I'm With Stupid, Brittany had an arrow pointing to her head that said I'm with Stoopid, Sam had Trouty Mouth, Quinn had Entitled, and Blaine...

Blaine had put on his Loves a Boy.

Kurt had a hard time getting through the rest of the song when he had seen that. It made his heart melt and his cock press into the zipper of his pants simultaneously. It wasn't something that Blaine was born with, but it was something he had come to accept about himself despite perhaps being uncomfortable with it before.

Blaine was definitely getting kissed after this song.