Sleep had never come so easily, or felt so safe.

Before Blaine had come to New York, Kurt still struggled to sleep. The city was so loud and alive, even at night, and it had been quite an adjustment from the dull tranquility of Ohio. Elliott snored (even though he insisted he didnt), and working nights on the show had totally screwed up the schedule Kurt had been keeping for years, especially since late-night cast dinners and drinks had become the norm. He had no need to get home at a certain time, and certainly no one to go home to, so Kurt had been staying up at ungodly hours in the city, sometimes just walking around until dawn.

Blaine being there changed it all though.

On Tuesday, Kurt had performed with Blaine in the audience, and somewhere between curtain call and Kurt getting out of the change room, Blaine had purchased a bouquet of roses for him which made Kurts heart try to jump out of his chest. Everyone wanted to meet his beau, so Blaine was dragged along to dinner and, to his credit, fielded a variety of questions about himself, Kurt, and their new relationship. Chief among those inquiries was how was were they going to make a long distance relationship work.

"Well need to talk about it." was the go to answer given by both of them.

Talking didnt happen though, at least not for the first few nights where they were happy to just enjoy one another in every imaginable way. Sex aside, there were shared showers, late brunches, walks and tours, and, of course, actually sleeping together.

They alternated who spooned who at the beginning of each night, even though they inevitably woke up with the blanket kicked down and each trying to cling to separate sides of the tiny bed. It was summer in New York after all. It was hot, humid, and the apartment had no air conditioning. Going out was as much about tourism as it was about finding a place with a livable temperature.

Kurt rushed through his nightly clean-up now after the shows, wanting to get back to Blaine as soon as he could and forgoing the invitations for dinner. If this was what love was like, he didnt know how people managed to work apart or even travel away from one another. The tug his heart felt to be with Blaine was unbearable when he was acting, and that only took a few hours of his time.

But the talk had to come, and with the end of Blaines visit looming, Kurt was dreading it. So much so that instead of heading straight home after his second Friday night show that he detoured and picked up some ice cream for them to share. Ice cream made everything better.

Once Kurt returned to the apartment, he found himself struggling with carrying his grocery bags (ice cream alone was a good idea in theory, but so was chocolate, popcorn, licorice, and diet coke) and getting the key out for the lock.

"Let me help you with that."

Kurt startled and spun in place, his tight expression loosing dramatically when he saw who it was. "Dad!"

Burt Hummel chuckled and embraced his son outside of the door. "Missed you. Had a voucher that was about to expire and thought - what the hell!"

Kurt laughed and let his dad take the key to open the door, leading the way up to his suite when he was gobsmacked in the head by the realization that his dad was about to meet his boyfriend for the first time… a boyfriend he had failed to call and let his dad know about.

"Ah… so dad… theres this thing Ive been meaning to tell you…"

"Mmm… You can tell me anything son. But how about we crack open that ice cream you have first? This city is sweltering!"

"Yeah.. but…."

Burt opened the door to the suite before Kurt could get the words out and snapped it shut just as quickly, face bursting red. "Maybe you should tell me now. I imagine it has something to do with the naked boy I just saw in there."

Kurt groaned and tipped his head forward as his cheeks went red. Why the hell hadnt he snatched the key back? "Yeah… so… dad… my…. my…."

"Please tell me its a boyfriend and not one of those dial-a-hookers I saw on the news."

Kurt nodded frantically, "Yes! Yes! Hes mine. I mean…. hes my boyfriend. Blaine!"

"Okay… I guess… I guess I need to give you a call before impromptu visits in the future…." Burt sighed, shaking his head. "Think I gave him a good scare though. He jumped behind the couch when he saw me."

Kurt let out a weak giggle, playing the scene in his head and then rapping his knuckles against the door. "You dressed Blaine?"

"Yeah." was the muffled, cheerless reply from within.

The door was slowly reopened, this time with Kurt turning the knob and taking the lead. Blaine was sitting on the couch, dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that Kurt recognized from being thrown to the floor earlier in the day during a fit of passion. Hands settled in his lap and head trying to retreat between his shoulders, Blaine was the picture of adorable bashfulness.

"So… dad… Blaine… Blaine… my dad…." Kurt gestured between the both of them, offering Blaine a little grin which only seemed to make his boyfriends face redder.

Burt, however, was not deterred. He reached over and grabbed Blaines hand when it was offered and gave it a firm shake. "Sorry to interrupt what was clearly going to be a fun night."

By this point Kurt and Blaine both were so red they were turning purple, while Burt seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the fact that he held the power at the moment and using it to his advantage. "So, what are your intentions towards my son Blaine?"

"I - er - I -..." Blaines eyes got round and snapped onto Kurt in a panic. Kurt knew his dad well enough to know when the man was making a joke, but Blaine certainly didnt, and the pointed question looked like it was going to make him bolt out of the apartment then and there.

"Blaine… hes just -" Kurt began, intending to settle Blaine and out his dads mischievousness in the process. However, Blaine interrupted, eyes flitting back to Burts.

"My intentions are to woo him to the point where hell marry me one day…. ah… with your blessing of course… sir."

The floor could have fell out from under Kurt and he wouldnt have known the difference. Now it was his turn for his eyes to pop out, and his dads in turn.

"Sir? Blessing? Marry?... Woo?!" Burt looked back and forth between the pair and then let his gaze linger on Kurt. "Where the heck did you find this one?"

"Ohio… sir." Blaine offered, now standing as tall as he could manage with his chest puffed out.

Burt again looked back to Blaine for a moment, regarding the young man, and then again to Kurt, "Ohio. You talk about escaping to New York since you were young to find "your people" and it turns out that you get a guy from Ohio… who uses the word woo."

Remembering to breath, and that he was the tape binding his dad and Blaine together in this situation, Kurt took in a breath and then exhaled as he spoke. "How about we just order some dinner and we can all talk."

"Certainly." Was Blaines response, so much more tense than Kurt was now used to.

"Pizza." Was his dads response, a roll of the eyes accompanying.

FinnTastic
Dudes! My dad went to New York to surprise Kurt… and guess what! There was totally a naked guy in Kurts apartment!

AuntieSnix
Only one?

Quintessential
Must be Blaine.

FinnTastic
Whos Blaine?

KittysKorner
Do you even go online Finn?

FinnTastic
Oh… the guy it said Kurts in a relationship with? I thought that was a joke.

AuntieSnix
Why would you think it was a joke?

FinnTastic
Because the last time I saw Kurt he said hed get a boyfriend when hell froze over.

Quintessential
Well then, grab your ice skates. Satans playing hockey.