Watching Kurt and his dad interact made Blaine both jealous and so happy.

Jealous because the way those two just hugged and consoled one another other the loss of each other and their reunion made Blaine, for the first time with Kurt, feel unnecessary.  He had always been the one to hold Kurt and soothe him, and now there was this other man there, that always seemed to get to Kurt first when he was looking like he was about to breakdown, that was able to calm his boyfriend down.

On the other hand though, he was so happy for this major step in Kurt's healing process, and so happy that Burt was the politician that Blaine had always hoped he'd be based on his speeches.  This was a father that loved his son and cared for people.  With no questions he had so eagerly taken Kurt back into his life and given him the love that Blaine now saw Kurt desperately needed - the unconditional love of a parent.

Those two weren't the only ones crying though.  Blaine had firsthand witnessed Carole break down a few times in the kitchen or heard her crying in the bedroom, heard how Burt had tried to console her as well.  She was happy Kurt was back, but it just reminded her that she would never have that chance with her own son.  She had seen his body lowered into the ground and there was no coming back from that.

Burt had made a point to tell Kurt that Finn had really changed over time and Kurt probably would have really gotten along with him.

“He told us… everything you didn't.  The bullying in high school, Karofsky, his part in it all.  He felt horrible.  Went without sleep for days on end when we started looking for you after you went missing because he didn't want to stop.  Never gave up hope… he wanted to apologize you know… do what he could to make things better….”

Kurt looked uncomfortable with the whole topic of Finn.  Blaine would watch Kurt as he looked at pictures of his step-brother with clear uncertainty.  He didn't know how involved Finn had been in Kurt's bullying, but it was clear it was enough that Kurt had a hard time stomaching what his dad told him.

Regardless of Finn's death and Kurt's absence until now, the house was littered with pictures of both boys from babies to the last ones they had taken.  Kurt was an absolutely adorable child - all cheeks and freckles, and on more than one occasion Blaine would get nudged in the side and told to stop staring at one of the many pictures of a young Kurt by Kurt himself who insisted that he was a homely child.  

“You were absolutely precious.” Blaine argued.

“Uh-huh.  Says you and my mom.  I'm so glad I grew out of my baby fat finally.”

Blaine would laugh and shake his head in disagreement.  If they ever had kids, they would definitely need to have Kurt supply the sperm because no child of his could possibly be ugly if the photographs were any indication.

Most of the week was just spent hanging around the house.  Burt shows Blaine old photo albums, much to Kurt's chagrin, as well as old home movies, which made Kurt cringe and groan throughout.  Burt's aide stopped by at one point and they sat down together to draft a statement about Kurt's return, asking for the press and public to give them their privacy during this special occasion in their lives.  Burt was especially adamant that no photos or interviews be done with Kurt, which relieved Kurt to no end, and that anyone looking into what Kurt had done for the past few years should be politely told to stop.  He didn't want anyone causing Kurt any unnecessary grief by bringing those matters up.

Of course, the press only listened for a few hours before photographers started hanging out across the street and phone calls from news agencies started coming in.  The curtains were drawn and the phone unplugged while Burt grumbled about needing a more aggressive aide.  

Burt couldn't take a vacation though from office, and after the first week, he sadly excused himself for a week back in Washington, holding onto Kurt for a long time and pleading with him to not disappear again.  Kurt readily agreed.

Which is how they found themselves snuggled up in the guest bed a couple days after Burt and Carole had left (but not before ensuring the fridge was stocked and Burt's local secretary was informed to get them anything they needed if they called).  For the week they had been there with Kurt's dad and step-mom, they had refrained from having sex.  It would have just been too weird.  Now Kurt was naked with a sheen of sweat coating him and comfortably tucked in aside Blaine who happily had his arms around him, sheets and blanket strewn around them haphazardly.

“It's weird seeing my dad in a suit…”  Kurt murmured out of the blue.

“All those photos and home movies show him in flannel….” Blaine admitted.

“More comfortable he always said… I always complained about his limited wardrobe back when I cared more about my own clothing.”

“He said he has boxes of your old clothing packed downstairs still… you could put on a fashion show for me.”

Half an hour later, Kurt was parading through the doors of the bedroom every few minutes, each time in a new outfit that made Blaine openly gawk.  Kurt had been into designers.  He had form fitting clothing of every cut and style imaginable, and while Kurt played it all off with a giggle, Blaine could see the twinkle in his boyfriend's eyes when he looked at himself in the mirror.  Some kind of nostalgia or reminiscing.  Meanwhile, Blaine couldn't help but check out Kurt in the tight pants he was wearing which were definitely a throwback to his days on the street.

“You make everything look so good…”  He murmured when Kurt came in wearing some tight white pants and a blue button up shirt.  “And how many scarves do you actually own….?”  

Every single one of the outfits Kurt had walked in with had included a different scarf.

Kurt reached up to twirl the end of the current scarf in between his fingers, “About as many as you have bow ties…”

“So… a lot.”

His boyfriend laughed at that and crawled up over Blaine, straddling his lap and looking down at him as his arms roped behind Blaine's neck.  Blaine didn't think he could get much more content than having Kurt like this over him.  

“We should go to Scandals.”

Blaine blinked a couple times, “Huh?”

“You came from Westerville right?  Scandals is the gay bar between here and there.”

“Oh… well… I never went there… I was underage when I lived in Ohio…” Blaine was taken aback.  Since when did Kurt want to go to a bar?

“Quinn and I always went in high school… fake ID's…”  Kurt admitted with a half smirk “We don't have to drink… but it would be fun to just get out and dance.”

“Really?”  Blaine cocked an eyebrow up, looking at Kurt curiously, skeptically.

Kurt gave Blaine a quick peck on the lips and then nodded eagerly, “Yeah… I feel like… like I could do anything right now… and all I want to do is dance with you.”

Blaine's lips quirked up into a smile.  “Sounds like the lyrics to a song.”

“Well then let's make it one we dance to.”

The spent the rest of the afternoon in happy domesticity - watching movies, mutually reading, and making dinner.  When it came time for them to go, Blaine found himself being dressed by Kurt who even insisted on styling his hair - with a lot less gel than Blaine was used to.

“It's going to go crazy…”  Blaine whimpered, eyes rolling up to peak at a curl that was already ready to bolt free.

“Good.  It's pretty fucking hot when it's all curly.  Untuck your shirt.”

Blaine blinked, but did as instructed.  Kurt was never this demanding, and, truth be told, Blaine has mixed feelings on it.  On one hand, he was worried his boyfriend was pushing himself out of his comfortable little box and might end up freaking out when he found himself completely out of it, on the other hand, it was hot, and Kurt's demands were going straight to his cock.

They left when Blaine was deemed “club worthy” - untucked dress shirt with an open vest on top, and no bow tie to be seen.  Kurt in pieces from his youth - tight white skinny jeans and a black button up with half length sleeves and accessorized with some kind of chain that started off like a necklace but tucked into his breast pocket.  Blaine's boyfriend was a fox.

Kurt drove for part of the trip there, insisting that he refresh his driving skills he hadn't used in years, and, remarkably, didn't hit anything (though there were a few near misses that had Blaine bracing his hands against the dash for most of the trip).  Scandals stood still, one of the magical bars that had managed to stick around and not swap owners or names over the years like the clubs did in New York, and the bouncer didn't even give their ID's a second glance - a good thing too since Blaine was still underage.  

“Fuck!  This place hasn't changed a bit!” Kurt declared and grabbed Blaine by the wrist, dragging him onto the dancefloor where Blaine quickly developed a severe case of sexual frustration as Kurt ground up against him in time with the beat of the music.  He had never seen Kurt so open, so free, and it was intoxicating more than any alcohol could ever be.  Blaine saw other men looking lustfully at Kurt through the corner of his eyes and made his claim - clasping his hands onto Kurt's hips and dancing just as feverishly against Kurt as he was getting from him.  

They lost a whole hour to the music, both sweating profusely by the time they made it to the bar and each got a virgin drink as they took a break.  The neon light from the novelty light up signs in the room reflecting off Kurt's eyes and giving him a soft glow around all his features.  He laughed and joked with Blaine, talking about how Wes would never step foot in a place like this and telling Blaine all about the time Quinn and him came into Scandals and never had to pay for drinks because all the guys bought Kurt drinks and all the girls bought Quinn drinks.  

“Wow… Huh.  Kurt Hummel.”

The intruding voice came from a burlier looking man that stepped up behind Kurt, and Blaine could see that Kurt recognized the voice by the way his eyes snapped open, looking back and tailoring on that smirk and glare he used as a wall against those that might hurt him.

“Karofsky.”

“Read that you were back in town.  Glad uh… you didn't end up the other way.”

Kurt snorted, and Blaine reflected back on a conversation from earlier.  Hadn't Burt mentioned a guy named Karofsky?  “Right.  Can I help you?”

The man shook his head quickly, “No… no… just… glad you're okay is all.  I felt real bad after you went missing… and… just glad.”

Another contemptuous huff came out of Kurt and Blaine gently set a hand on his knee to just make sure he knew he was there.  “Got it.  You're glad.  Now get out of my face.”

The man looked somewhat taken aback by the curtness but stepped back and then turned around, retreating quickly to the crowd.

“You okay Kurt?”

His boyfriend sighed and the wall came back down as the muscles loosened under Blaine's hand and Kurt's back went slack.  “Just an asshole from high school.”

“You going to tell me about him?”

Kurt shook his head, “Not here… later.  Tonight I just want to fucking lose myself on the dance floor with you if that's alright.”

Blaine nodded slowly, giving Kurt's knee a gentle squeeze.  “Sure.  Let's finish these and get back out there to show them how it's done.”

He got a grin and the flash of humour in Kurt's eyes when Blaine said it, and before long they were back on the floor, more one than two, as Blaine held Kurt close and warded off any onlookers with threatening glares.

This was his boyfriend, his friend, and he while his walls were down, Blaine would be the one that protected him from anyone and anything that could hurt him.