The Anderson's household was divine, to put it in the simplest way. 

A gorgeous garden along the driveway into the house, solid mahogany doors, the floorboard at the hallways are also mahogany. The interior design was simply splendid, with family portraits and photos hung at the stairs tastefully with a few prints and paintings, cream coloured wallpapers, the pattern was classy but again, tasteful. 

Kurt was amazed by the height of the ceiling, a chandelier could fit in here, he thought.

"Mom won't be home in an hour, dad probably will be back around that time, too." Blaine explained the empty house, leading him upstairs, "dinner would be at half six, if that's okay for you."

"Of course." He replied absentmindedly, it's his first time in Blaine's room, hell, it's his first time being in a boy's room. Well, if you don't count Finn's. 

This is the room of the boy I'm having a very, very embarrassing crush on, and very much possible be the only love interest in my life.

The room was more boyish than he imagined, but nonetheless, as tidy and neat as he would expect from Blaine. The beddings were a matching set of navy, lined with white threads, very high threat count, possibly eight hundred by the looks of it, Kurt noted. The walls were fitted with two layers of bookshelf, the front layer was similar to a sliding door, revealing the back layer. Great reader, a lot of CDs as well, great variety of movie, are those music scores?

"So, am I up to par?"

Kurt immediately blushed, he didn't mean to judge, "I'm sorry, your room is lovely."

"My mom designed it, she's great with the home stuff."

The conversation was stopped by a shuffling pace of steps progressing up the stairs. It should be Blaine's parents, they won't be back in an hour..?

A golden figure rushed into the room and hopped on the bed. A dog.

"Oh, Kurt, this is Dash." He pointed to the animal who made himself comfortable on the duvet, "Dash, meet Kurt." And he bent down to pick him up into his arms, "Missed me? Sorry I wasn't home much these days, buddy. So, a walk? Or you want snack?"

"Sorry, I usually walk him everyday before school and after school, but uh, lately, you know." Blaine smiled shyly as he shrugged his shoulders, "do you mind going for a walk or do you want to stay here?"

It was true that Kurt was hoping he had a list of things he wanted to achieve during this visit, moving forward with the relationship and kissing Blaine would be one of them, sure. But it's obvious that Blaine was very fond of the dog, and honestly, Kurt was a little, too. His eyes resembles so much of Blaine's.

So he nodded, "I'd like to."

There was a small piece of meadow at the end of the estate, and the walk has evolved into Blaine playing fetch with Dash. Kurt with his tank wouldn't be too much of a walker or runner, but it was fun to see Blaine acting younger than his normal self. It was like pealing off a layer of facade, seeing the real Blaine. Blaine at his most vulnerable and original state.

It was something new to him, no one ever opened up to him in a completely trustful fashion other than his dad, it was a great responsibility.

But it was also the very best.

No one can hurt you more than the one who knows you best, because they know how to hurt you.

He stared at Blaine, being tackled on the ground by Dash, licked and nudged, Kurt couldn't help but to laugh with him. 

"So." Kurt went over and offered his arm, "Having fun, I see."

"You can't not have fun when a dog is around, they're human's best friend, especially Dash!" 

Blaine smoothed his shirt, patting the grass and the little bits of dirt that stuck onto the fabric, "Sorry, I wasn't much of a company just now."

"Oh don't worry, I know you're feeling guilty for not spending enough time with him, which I am partly responsible for it." 

He simply shrugged, "You know you can always come over to spend time with him, I'm sure Dash likes you, too, he normally barks whenever he meets someone new." Kurt eyed the dog who was standing patiently, looking expectantly at Kurt, and he knew, he could love this dog, too.

Love me, love my dog, right?

+

The kitchen was walled by blackboard material at the left side, where obvious doodle by Blaine were drawn in pink chalk and some phrases about asking for permission to buy Dash a new sleeping mat, the yellow colour belongs to his mother, Kurt believes, as it was covering the recipe for baking a cake, which leaves green, for Blaine's father. It was a series of comic strips of his day.

And everything seemed like perfect and dreamy, even it was real.

"Blaine must be so jealous of me right now," Blaine's mother, Emily, chuckled, "That boy was pretty obvious, you know. He likes you, so much that he wouldn't want to have you by anyone's side but his."

"I know my boy, and I know you're good for him." She turned and kissed his forehead, "You're enough for him, please don't ever think otherwise."

Kurt looked at her, and all he saw was genuine empathy and affection, no wonder Blaine was who he is now. A tear escaped the corner of his eye, "I don't know. I don't want to----"

I don't want to die on him. I don't want him to remember me forever. But I don't want him to move on for me as well. I don't want him to blame me for letting him go through this again. 

Emily wrapped him up in a hug, kissing his hair, "Honey, don't think what you can't have. Think what you need, what you can have. And I know you want to protect him in your ways."

"But often enough, you don't get to choose when to get hurt, how you'll be hurt, but some occasion, you can at least choose who hurt you. And I know, you'll be worth it."

He was awfully aware of the french glass of the french glass the separates the kitchen and the backyard, Blaine may be witnessing this, with his dad. But Kurt couldn't stop his tears, even his cries were muffled by the Stella McCartney sweater Emily was wearing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Oh, Kurt." She shushed him, "If I could choose anyone that deserves my son and deserve to break his heart, it would be you."

"Because he loves you."

And I love him, too.

+

Kurt was pretty sure this family would be the perfect clinical evident of children inheriting the best personalities from their parents. Blaine's father, Michael, was as charming as Blaine. 

Friendly, checked; humorous, checked, attentive, checked. He's really Blaine's father. And Blaine seem to talk exceptionally lot about me with his family, which can be flattering and embarrassing, even I'm pretty sure most of the things he said were praises.

"And boom, we turned around, Blaine was at the bottom of the stairs and Cooper was at the top of it. Guess what Coop said?" Michael laughed along with his wife and son, "he said, ‘Blaine pushed me to fall off the stairs.'"

"That was the end of us entrusting Blaine with Coop." Emily shook their head, laughing a little.

"Well at least you won't have a stepbrother burning a toast and blame it on your father," Kurt offered, "My stepbrother, who was also in Glee with Blaine, can be such a five year old sometimes."

"He was hungry and impatient, so he decided to stuff two pieces of toast at each compartment."

"Obviously, the toast would be stuck and burnt, smoke came out and the fire alarm went off."

"I came back from class two minutes after that and that's what he said, unabridged or edited, ‘No one but Burt will ever think of stuffing four toast into one toaster.'"

"And the truth is, I didn't even see the toaster through the thick smoke, and my dad just texted me from the garage. Epic fail."

"Oh Finn." Blaine covered his face with a palm, "Such a five year old."

Michael and Emily barked out a laugh at the same time, "Honey, you're not far from that, you're five and a half."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!"

+

As the sky started to dim, Emily and Michael insisted to clear the table, "so you and Blaine can have sometime alone before curfew." They both received a wink from Michael, and decided to retreat  in order to avoid another one.

"Seriously, he has to stop doing that. It gives me a chill every time." He said, as they walk down the hallway.

Kurt bit his lips, "Your parents are nice."

"They are," Blaine replied softly, "and I don't think I can ask for more."

Kurt ended up in the Anderson's ‘leisure room' as they called it, where various instruments lined up at the side of the wall, a few canvases and completed paintings were at the other side of it, and a proper chess table at the corner near the fireplace. 

"This is where our family bond," Blaine explained, "board games, chess, Chinese chess. My mom paints sometimes, I play the instruments, my dad would play snooker on his own at the basement."

"Sometimes, we just sit here and talk."

The room was dim lit, adding on to the coziness of it, and Kurt was feeling a little drowsy of the warmth. He was also a little drunk with how well the evening went. "Will you playing me something?"

Blaine led him to the armchair, carefully wheeling his tank to the side, before picking up the flute. "This is something I've been working on, so, here goes."

It took less than two bars of the music for Kurt to realise what it is, it was his theme in life. Defying Gravity. How Rachel and I fought over it during Sophomore year, how I realised no matter how good I am, I will never be the chosen one.

But this, this is beautiful. This is hopeful, this is tender, this is a paean for believing.

He was engrossed in performing, with his eyes closed. Kurt was feeling Blaine, through the music, even he wasn't trying to convey a message, he was communicating. And he was glad Blaine's eyes were closed, he couldn't see Kurt's tears.

Even he was pretty sure it wouldn't stop even after the song ended.

And it didn't.

Blaine knelt in front of Kurt, placing the flute at his lap before wiping his tears away, "Did anyone tell you, you look beautiful when you cry?"

"No? I don't cry often."

He pulled him into a hug, Kurt decided to hell with everything, and rest his cheek against Blaine's chest. "I'm glad to know that I'm special to you, even I love your smile more than anything."

"And I love you more than anything."

Kurt's breathe hitched, because as much as he knew it, as much as it was obvious to both of them they're already in love, he wouldn't expect to hear it so soon.

  He wouldn't expect himself to want to say, "Me too." And feel brave about it.

"Blaine, I know I said I can't have you." He bit his lip uncertainly, "but can I want this?" Can I want you? Despite what will happen, despite what we will experience.

Despite fate will do us apart with death.

"Of course." He cupped his jaw, kissed him hard, "of course."