Well it had to happen sometime.  Frankly, Blaine was surprised it had taken this long given the circumstances.  Between his legs, first thing in the morning, he was sporting an erection with Kurt not even a foot away, using his chest as a pillow.

He bit his lower lip trying to think of things to will the traitorous appendage down.  His mother talking about setting him up with a nice girl back before he had come out, his grandmother coughing up phlegm, Sebastian talking about economics… wait… what?  Sebastian?

Shouldn't the thought of his boyfriend in any situation have the opposite effect?

No matter.  At least not now.  Blaine needed to get rid of his morning wood before Kurt awoke and teased him about it.  Think, think…. Cleaning up the kennels, listening to his boss with the nasal voice, his sister. Oh god yes.  His sister.  Perfect.  He was flaccid again and just in time because Kurt was shifting on top of him, murmuring in his sleep as he always did right before he got up.

Blaine moved his hand to pet over Kurt's hair, “Hey Kurt… wakey wakey…”

“Mrrph!” Kurt protested, lifting one of his own hands up to try and smack away Blaine's.  He was always so hard to get up.

“We're out of groceries so I thought I'd make a run to the baker and grab us some doughnuts…” Blaine chirped down.

That got Kurt's attention.  His head popped up and a grin was drawn over his face - half of which was red from being pressed into Blaine, “Doughnuts?”

“Yes.  I'll just toss on some clothes and run over.”  Blaine said, slipping out from under the boy and going to his drawers to find something quick and easy to put on.

Kurt hummed happily and laid back on the bed, petting Romeo who had crawled up to replace Blaine.

“Romeo wants jelly filled.” Kurt noted.

“Romeo is a dog and has kibble.”

Kurt snorted, “Romeo still wants jelly filled.”

Blaine rolled his eyes and ducked into the bathroom to change.  

He was out for a half hour.  It was Saturday and the bakery was always busy on weekend mornings with everyone getting treats on their day off.  The bonus was that the doughnuts were baked fresh and still warm as he re-entered his suite.

“You can't be here!” was what he was greeted with, though the shrill voice of his sister wasn't directed at him, but at Kurt who was deftly trying to ignore the female intruder as he watched TV on the couch with Romeo in his lap.

“Rachel?  What?  Why are you here?” Blaine asked in confusion, setting the doughnut box down on the coffee table in front of Kurt who eagerly grabbed it and set it in his lap so he could feed himself and Romeo.

“Why am I here?  Why am *I* here?” She huffed and directed a hand towards Kurt, who, try as he was to seem indifferent was clearly tense.  Blaine knew him well enough now to see the furrow in his brow and the way his shoulders tightened to tell. “Why is HE here?”

“Because he's my roommate.” Blaine said simply.  This was not the way he wanted to spend his Saturday morning.

“Oh no, no, no, no….  HE is a dirty prostitute… AND a crackwhore at that.  You can not have him living with you.” Rachel folded over her arms and Blaine couldn't help but roll his eyes.  His sister was a testament to insanity.

“He's neither of those things.  Not anymore.  And he has been living with me since you moved out.”  Blaine took a page from Kurt's book and tried to seem nonchalant about it, sitting on the couch beside him and grabbing a doughnut before they were all gone.

“But… but… that's been weeks!  Months now!” Rachel sputtered, her hands moving to her hips.  “I will tell mom and dad about this!”

“Go crazy.” Blaine stated simply.  Really, he didn't want them to know.  They still paid for the place and could make the moves to have Kurt kicked out if they wanted to, but if Rachel thought that Blaine didn't think it was a big deal, maybe she wouldn't be as inclined to tattle.

“You have a boyfriend though Blaine!  You can't live with a whore!”

Blaine could feel Kurt tense beside him, hear his breath as it became more shallow.  As much as Kurt tried to play off not being offended, Blaine knew he was.

“Shut up Rachel!  He's not a whore!  He's a human-fucking-being!  Unlike you you callous cow!”

All three of them in the room gaped.  Blaine because he had never said something so forthright in all his life and he was surprised at himself for being able to do so.  

“I'm… I'm…. “  Rachel took in a steadying breath and stood up straighter, “I am disappointed in you Blaine.  I thought mom and dad raised you better and I thought I was a better role model for you.  I stopped by so that I could make sure my baby brother was doing alright on his own and it seems without me being here to check on you that you've completely been corrupted by the evils of this city.  I'm sorry.”

Blaine groaned, giving his head a shake, “You're intolerable Rachel.  Just… go.  You haven't so much as texted me in the past few weeks and all of a sudden you think you're the sister of the year because you stop by?  Get out.”

She did, making sure to slam the door for added dramatic effect on her way out, and Blaine just sat back in the couch with a sigh, immediately looking towards Kurt.  “I'm sorry you had to go through that.”

Kurt shrugged, “It's fine.  I know what I am.  You shouldn't have to defend me.”

There it was.  “Just stop it Kurt.  Stop playing it down like it doesn't bug you.  I know it does.  Hell, it bugs me that you pretend it doesn't bother you.”

He watched as Kurt rolled his lower lip into his mouth and nibbled at it, tongue playing with the ring around his lip. “But she's your sister… you shouldn't have to pick me over her.”

“You're my friend Kurt… and I'm not picking you over her.  She left, you came.  End of story.  I was just trying to let her know that she can't dictate my life anymore.  I really don't think having you here was a bad choice.  I like having you here actually.  You are easily ten times the roommate she ever was.”

Kurt frowned, looking back towards the TV while he licked the sugar off his fingers.  Blaine didn't know what else he could say to Kurt to make him feel better, what he could say to make him see that Kurt wasn't just what he had done to survive since running away from Lima.

So he just sat beside Kurt, watching bad reality television quietly and letting Romeo lick the sugar and bits of dough off his own fingers until Kurt reached over to grab a paper from the coffee table - one of many that he and Wes had accumulated while trying to help Kurt plan some online course work.  “These are the courses I'm signed up for.”

Blaine took the paper, looking it over.  English, History, Psychology, Sociology, and Classical Literature.  It was the veritable hodgepodge of introductory courses and Blaine nodded approvingly, “Any and all of these will help you out no matter what you choose to focus on in the future.”

“That's what Wes said… though he was disappointed I didn't want to take any science courses.”

Blaine chuckled and set the paper back down.  “You should get your certificate in the mail any day now and we can register you.  Are you sure you want to use the money you're getting for academic upgrading like this?”

Kurt arched a brow, “Now you're asking that?  You and Wes have been pushing for me to go back to school or study something since I got here and now you're asking if I'm sure?”

“I just mean… you could have a lot of fun coming on campus with us… instead of staying here all day.”

“Trust Fund, I've got a nice ass groove going on in this couch and I don't want it to disappear because you want me to experience the ideal college life.  Fuck that.  Stop trying to get me to leave my comfort zone.”

Blaine smiled, “Alright… by the way, I hope you like writing papers because English and History profs love their papers.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, “Fuck ‘em.  I can write a genius paper with my eyes shut.”

“I'm sure you could.”

The rest of the day was typical of their weekends.  Blaine did the laundry and Kurt folded it and put it all away when he got back from the laundry room.  While Blaine spent some time at the gym, Kurt played the piano (Which Blaine had figured out because one time he had come back earlier than planned from the gym and heard Kurt playing.  Now he always came back a little bit earlier than he said he would and listened to Kurt play from outside of their suite.)  They would argue over who was making lunch and then supper since Kurt insisted that he didn't need to be treated like a kid and could help out and Blaine didn't want Kurt to feel like he had to act like a servant in his own home.  

Of course, on this particular day, Blaine was now worried that his parents would be calling him up at any second given Rachel's threats.  He pushed it to the back of his mind where it nagged at him quietly, but also allowed him to function and not upset Kurt.  

But the call didn't come and Saturday swept into Sunday which followed much the same routine.  Blaine picked up a little bit something more to go with their Chinese food take-out that evening.

“Mmm… kung-pow chicken!” Kurt exclaimed, grabbing at one of the boxes and shoving his chopsticks into it without delay.

Blaine laughed and set down the little gift box in front of Kurt at the table who momentarily held off on chewing to stare at the box, then up at Blaine questioningly.  Once he swallowed the bite in his mouth he asked verbally, “The hell is that?”

“Something for you.”  Blaine said with a smile, about to sit down and join Kurt at the table when a knock came at the door.

Oh shit, went the voice in his mind, they decided to visit personally instead of calling.  He took a steadying breath, left Kurt eyeballing the package and munching on his meal, and went to the door.

However, instead of his mother or father, or worse, both, there stood his boyfriend, grinning smugly and holding a box of take-out from an Indian food restaurant.  “Surprise!”