Kurt and Blane were sitting on the couch in Kurt’s basement room, watching TV. It was late but both of them had slept some in the afternoon so they weren’t tired. Kurt was much calmer now, resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder. They weren’t touching otherwise. But they still were alerted by a sharp knock and then heavy footsteps. Kurt raised his head and both of them looked at Burt who was standing on the stairs, leaning against the railing.

"Oh, sorry, Burt, we lost track of time,“ Blaine said and looked down at his watch. „We‘ll just say goodnight and I’ll go to the guest room.“

"‘s okay, kid,“ Burt shook his head. He always addressed Blaine as 'kid‘ and it made Kurt wonder if his dad thought of Blaine as his other son. It would be sort of sweet. Though awkward. "No, rush. You know, I was thinking… you should stay here tonight. I mean, here in Kurt’s room. I think he needs you tonight. And I’d be happier if he wasn’t alone,“ Burt continued with obvous discomfort in his face although he meant it. 

"Yeah, that’s… a good idea. Thank you, Burt,“ Blaine nodded with a little smile. 

"Thanks, dad,“ Kurt piped up. Then Burt nodded and straightened his spine. He turned to leave and when he was almost out of sight, he looked down at them again and added:

"Just be reasonable.“ 

Everyone knew what he meant. It made Kurt blush (he was so grateful for the dimness of his room) and Blaine was apparently taken aback too. But he found his words quite quickly.

"Don’t worry,“ Blaine promised and added a solemn nod. 

"Good night, kids,“ Burt said with a faint smile before really disappearing, slamming the door, probably on purpose. Kurt and Blaine weren’t sure if he caught their reply.

"What. Was. That,“ Kurt murmured and glared at the stairs in confusion.

"I have this feeling your dad just let us sleep in the same room. Consciously,“ Blaine answered with the same surprising tone. 

"It’s like he just gave us tickets to Sexland,“ Kurt commented. Blaine gave him a look.

"Tickets to Sexland? Seriously, Kurt?“ 

"Fine. Whatever,“ Kurt rolled his eyes, "but it’s awkward. It’s really as if he gave us permission to… well.“

"Which doesn’t mean something has to happen,“ Blaine pointed out. 

"Yeah, but… it could,“ Kurt cocked his head and his look wandered between them. Blaine took his hand and held it between both of his.

"Kurt, only because there’s opportunity now…“

"No, really,“ Kurt interrupted him and shook his head, "it’s been three months. And we have never done anything further than kissing. Which is amazing and I’m not saying we have to… you know, go all the way today or anything but maybe we should move on. Don’t tell me you don’t want to.“

"If it’s about me because you think I’m sexually frustrated…“ Blaine started again with this argumentative voice. 

"Well, you wouldn’t be the only one,“ Kurt gave him a meaningful gaze. Blaine shut up. He was silent for a few seconds before replying slowly and thoughtfully.

"Okay… but we take it slowly. As you said, no big steps yet. We have a lot of time. Right?“

"Sure. I don’t plan to dump you in the near future and I guess you don’t either,“ Kurt joked.

"Of course not,“ Blaine rolled his eyes. Then he leaned forward and pecked Kurt on his lips. 

"Did I tell you my dad gave me the speech?“ Kurt remembered suddenly.

"That must have been awkward,“ Blaine commented with a light chuckle.

"It was. And he said I matter. That I shouldn’t throw myself around. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I already did,“ Kurt said in sad voice and snuggled to Blaine who hugged him with his arm immediately.

"But you can start over. The way it counts. With me, if you want it to. And I want it to be perfect for you. So I say, we won’t rush. Because you do matter, Kurt. You matter to me, a lot, to let you know,“ Blaine retorted seriously. Kurt wasn’t saying anything for long. Once again he was thanking God in whom he didn’t believe for sending him Blaine. He might have been exaggeratedly worried but he was so nice. 

"Could we… could we snuggle without clothes?“ Kurt asked sheepishly but he was resolute. Nervous, but resolute.

"Sure,“ Blaine smiled almost amusedly. They turned off the TV and stood to move to the bed. The only source of light was a small lamp and everything was quiet. Burt was probably already asleep two floors above them. Kurt removed the comforter and they laid next to each other. For awhile they were just kissing lazily, stroking each others cheeks, hair, arms or sides. Nothing unknown to them. But something new was going to come and Kurt was nervous. As much as he wished for it, he couldn’t stop his heart from beating dangerously fast or his hands from their slight tremble. Blaine’s fingers brushed against the hem of Kurt’s shirt – probably just by accident.

"Undress me,“ Kurt ordered breathlessly because he didn’t trust himself to do so. He was afraid that Blaine might misunderstand his trembling fingers. 

"Okay,“ Blaine whispered calmly and made Kurt lie on his back while he hovered above him. And Kurt let him without the slightest protest. Blaine’s hands were steady and experienced, unlike Kurt’s, and they unbuttoned his shirt without any problem. Then he slid the fabric off Kurt’s shoulders and put it aside. 

"Just throw it on the floor,“ Kurt said and watched as Blaine obliged him nonchalantly. Afterwards he leaned down to kiss him shortly.

"Arms up,“ Blaine was the one to give an order this time. He took the hem of Kurt’s undershirt and peeled it off of him, tossing it beside the shirt. To Kurt’s displeasure he took a long glare at his torso. It wasn’t as if Kurt was ashamed of his body. He was alright with it, glad he was able to keep his nice figure and condition. But when Blaine was looking at him, he had to think how many other boys Blaine had seen like this and wonder if he was satisfying for him. But obviously he didn’t have to worry about it. 

"You’re beautiful,“ Blaine said in soft voice and his hands were wandering around Kurt’s torso, caressing and examining. 

"You’re saying that so you can get in my pants,“ Kurt snorted with mock smugness. 

"I don’t think it’ll be too much trouble,“ Blaine grinned with a little bit of mischief. One of his hands hovered teasingly over the button of Kurt’s jeans and Kurt swallowed dryly. He was already half-hard. But Blaine just withdrew his hand and bent down to kiss Kurt instead. Making out without shirts on was new and exciting and Kurt wasted no time before touching Blaine’s (absolutely amazing) muscles. He couldn’t understand why everyone made such a fuss about boobs when the hard surface of a male torso was so much better and hotter. But it was his personal view of the situation. Makyla would probably argue the reverse of that idea. 

"Wow,“ Kurt said without thinking. 

"Is it good?“ Blaine’s smirk indicated he knew too well to ask. His confidence in this area was obviously strong. Kurt just nodded sharply although he wanted to give some witty reply but he was afraid his voice would be even higher than normal. As if Blaine knew he started to kiss his jaw and neck in a well thought out manner. It made Kurt whimper unvoluntarily and grip tightly to Blaine’s shoulders. 

"Wait.“

Blaine’s head shot up immediately. His expression showed apparent concern.

"Is somet…“ he started but Kurt interrupted him before he could say something absurd.

"I don’t want it to be just about me,“ Kurt explained.

"Okay,“ Blaine replied slowly, "what do you want then?“ 

"Can I touch you?“ Kurt’s voice was barely audible but Blaine heard it clearly. And knew exactly what he meant. 

"Of course,“ Blaine gave him a tender smile. He shifted on his side and let Kurt unfasten his belt. Kurt was surprised and relieved at the same time that his hands stopped shaking. He took off Blaine’s jeans (and Blaine insisted Kurt had to do the same). All Kurt was able to look at now was Blaine’s crotch. He was about to have his first gay experience and it was the most exciting thing he had ever experienced. And then they were both naked and Kurt held in his hand Blaine’s cock and it was fucking amazing. 

"Wow, I feel…“ Kurt chuckled shortly which made Blaine give him curious look, "I feel like laughing at all the homophobes in the world. I’m so gay and I’m happy for it.“

"If I knew that touching my dick would make you out and proud, I would have let you do it sooner,“ Blaine retorted dryly but he was secretly happy how he made Kurt feel. 

"Hmm, you romantic,“ Kurt snickered giddily. Yes, he felt wonderful. He wanted to dance under the moonlight naked and sing It’s Okay To Be Gay. Well, at least he felt like it. 

"Kurt,“ Blaine piped up in a more desperate voice, „I’m glad you’re so fascinated but either remove your hand or do something…“

„Oh, sorry, I got carried away,“ Kurt answered in a rushed voice. Poor Blaine must have been holding himself back. Although Kurt didn’t ask him to. However he took pity on him and started to move his hand. It was familiar yet strange. It wasn’t the same as when he was doing it to himself because he couldn’t feel it and he had to watch Blaine’s reactions carefully to know what he was doing was right. And though he wasn’t touched yet, he felt harder than ever. Kurt started to understand why everyone says giving was better than taking. 

„C’mere,“ Blaine prompted him all of a sudden and made him move closer with his hand around Kurt’s waist. Kurt knew he was strong but now he felt it more than ever before and it was hot. With girls one had to be strong and take the initiative, but with Blaine he didn’t have to pretend he was some butch lummox. Letting Blaine take care of him and do whatever he wanted was making him feel good. He enjoyed it. Heterosexual sex was like a difficult game for him. This was natural. 

Blaine batted Kurt’s hand off gently and before Kurt could protest he shifted him closer. Suddenly he was holding both of their cocks, his movements sure and competent. Kurt couldn’t help but moan because it was the best feeling ever. His fingers dug into Blaine’s shoulder and he tucked his head under his chin. Blaine was murmuring something in a loving voice but he didn’t understand. There was just hot tension in his stomach and then it was over. Kurt hoped he wasn’t too loud. 

„Oh, Jesus,“ Kurt breathed out without thinking. 

„I’m not sure whether he would be thrilled you’re calling him right now,“ Blaine commented with light chuckle. 

„Sorry, I can’t give you a proper bitchy reply, I’m seeing stars right now,“ Kurt muttered thickly. He was in awe that Blaine could be so wry in the post-coital state. But he didn’t say anything else, just laughed and hugged Kurt tightly, kissing him in his messy hair.

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Burt, Blaine and Kurt came to an agreement that Kurt would go back to school and if anything happened (no matter how trivial) Kurt would transfer to Dalton Academy. It meant that Kurt could be nearer to Blaine, but Burt wanted his son to return home for the weekends. But Kurt was still excited. Going back to school wasn‘t as terrifying as before.

When Kurt was walking again in McKinley High‘s halls, clad in his cheeleading outfit and chin held high, it seemed like nothing happened. A few people gave him odd looks but they were hard to read. The surface of his locker was clean – probably the work of cleaners (Kurt doubted the school board would search for a culprit). But Kurt felt something was different. The word may have disappeared from his locker, however it was hanging above his head like a curse. Kurt knew. He avoided everybody who tried to approach him (Santana) and only spoke to Mercedes. But he expected someone would bother him about the rumour. It took three hours before someone did. And of course it was a jock, Dave Karofsky, who liked bullying weaker people and looked similar to the bullies from Kurt‘s middle school. 

"So, I‘ve heard you like sucking cocks now,“ he leant against a locker next to Kurt‘s. Kurt didn‘t look at him. He didn‘t show any emotions though he felt an abstract punch in his stomach. A sudden quiver of panic went over him, but he managed to keep his deadpan face and steady voice.

"Why, would you be interested?“ Kurt replied dryly. Oh, thank god he was good at it. "Because I‘m not. You‘re like the ugliest guy at the school.“

"What the fuck? You think you can go and insult me?“ Kaforsky was making this disbelieving expression. 

"Well, you started it,“ Kurt turned to him to give him a fake smile. Though he was terrified, he kind of enjoyed it. 

"You‘re asking for a blow,“ Karofsky seemed to get angry upon Kurt‘s sarcasm.

"Then blow me,“ Kurt hissed. He wouldn’t run away no matter what. "But I‘ll hit you back.“

"Oh, you wouldn‘t dare, ladyface,“ Karofsky laughed. Some people around were watching curiously the row.

"I‘m not weak. And I‘m not afraid.“ No, he wasn‘t afraid of Karofsky. Not exactly. It was rather the memory of his bullies which scared him. And his reputation. His future. But not Karofsky. 

"You should be. ‘cause I‘ll be watching you from now on. You gays are nothing but a shame to this school,“ Karofsky almost spit the last words. Kurt was genuinely disgusted. 

"No. People like you are shameful,“ Kurt snapped back. And Karofsky fisted his hand in his cheerleading uniform. There wasn‘t any way now that this could end well. 

"Fags should be shot,“ Karofsky said hatefully. 

"You asked for it,“ Kurt decided before dropping his bag and raising his fist for the p. 

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Kurt was sitting in the principal‘s office lobby waiting for his dad to pick him up. He and Karofsky had both gotten expelled for a week. Nothing could make Kurt more happy. Yeah, he shouldn‘t be proud of himself for being violent, but at least he showed everyone he wasn‘t some weak homo now. He was able to stand up to them. Even physically. Though he wasn’t able to win the fight, it didn‘t last long anyway. He got his bottom lip cut, his ribs ached and he literally felt the bruise forming on his jaw. But he was alright. 

"Oh, so you‘re a badboy and gay now, huh?“ Kurt turned his head to see Santana approaching him. 

"Get lost,“ Kurt snapped at her right away but she sat down next to him already. She didn‘t look offended at all. Well, it was Santana.

"Such a gentleman you are,“ she grimaced and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I know what you want. And no, I won‘t tell you anything.“

"You always were a smart one,“ Santana snorted. "But I’m not asking so I can have rumour number one to spread.“

"No? Then why?“ Kurt gave her a questioning look. He knew her too well. 

"I have my reasons,“ Santana shrugged and she looked a bit more serious. "C‘mon, you can trust me.“

"Don´t make me laugh,“ Kurt deadpanned.

"Ok. If you‘ll tell me your secret, I‘ll tell you mine,“ she suggested and offered her hand to shake.

"Tempting.“

"Hey, I‘m not pulling your leg, Hummel,“ Santana rolled her eyes. At that he narrowed his eyes but took her hand in the end. 

"Fine. Ask me.“

"So, are you really gay?“ 

"Yeah, I am,“ Kurt let out his breath. Santana actually looked happy. And self-satisfied.

"I should have known! But I had my suspicions. You never tried to hook up with me.“

"What about your secret, Miss Brazil?“ 

"Fuck you, my family is from Puerto Rico. Right right. So, I hated you,“ she replied then not looking at him.

"That was ever a secret?“ Kurt raised an eyebrow. It took them a long time to get used to each other but they respected each other now and might even call themselves friends.

"Ask me why,“ she suggested him without bothering to give him her bitch look. Which was weird. 

"Why?“

"Because you‘ve slept with Brittany. You know, I hate every guy who slept with her,“ she explained in a quieter voice. 

Kurt wanted to point out that was a lot of guys but he didn‘t want to upset Santana. She was more agressive than Karofsky. "So, you‘re jealous?“

"Yeah, you could say that. I mean, I slept with her too but that‘s… that‘s not enough. I want her to be mine,“ she sighed and it was probably the first time she was serious and open around him. 

"But you‘re afraid,“ Kurt added, because he knew. 

"Yeah,“ she nodded and looked at him. She was tense and on the edge of tears. But she was too proud to cry in front of him.

"And if I‘ll be out and everything, would you come out too?“ Kurt asked softer than he usually talked to her. 

"I don‘t know. I mean, it wasn’t so long ago I realised I don‘t like boys at all and if Brittany doesn’t want me I have no reason to come out but… I‘d do it for her,“ Santana admitted and Kurt understood. She didn‘t want to be alone. Not only when talking about her love life.

"I‘m not sure what will happen in the future,“ Kurt said, and meant his possible transfer, "but I‘ll support you no matter what. We have to stick together, right?“

"Sure, Rainbow Power,“ Santana grinned more confidently and reached to squeeze his hand. "Thanks.“

"Don‘t call me that or I‘ll enroll you in Golf Club.“ Santana hopped to her feet and started to walk away.

"Very funny, Hummel,“ she shouted without turning around.

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Of course, neither Burt nor Blaine were happy about Kurt‘s violent attitude. It led to a long lecture about how violence wasn‘t a solution (Kurt knew but he had to promise to try not to lose his temper if there ever was a next time). But Blaine told him later he was sort of envious and proud ("You have no idea how I‘d like to punch all the bullies from my high school days.“). Burt grounded him for that week but since Blaine could come over, it wasn‘t much of a punishment. So Kurt spent most of his expulsion helping his dad in the garage. They talked a lot and Burt said the row was enough reason for Kurt to transfer – if he wanted to. However Kurt wasn‘t as sure as he was before. So he spent all week thinking about it. 

"Coach Sylvester will probably kill me for missing so much of training. There‘ll be Nationals soon,“ Kurt said laughing a bit. He and Blaine were in his room, just talking and enjoying each other before Blaine had to leave. 

"You can still practise your exercices here.“

"With your help?“ Kurt raised his eyebrows half-mockingly, half-hopefully. However Blaine rolled his eyes and laughed.

"You really are a teenager. Your dad is upstairs, I remind you,“ Blaine said bitterly.

"Oh, I like how you always try to look so polite and innocent, college boy,“ Kurt snickered. 

"What? I‘m polite, am I not?“ Blaine looked almost offended. Almost. Kurt gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Of course. I just can’t help teasing you,“ Kurt grinned maliciously and sat on the floor between Blane’s legs (he was sitting on Kurt‘s bed). He tilted his head back to look at Blaine‘s face and Blaine stroked his features lightly. 

"Speaking about cheerleading, there isn´t such club at Dalton,“ Blaine started their most discussed and least favourite subject. 

"Hmm,“ Kurt mumbled, closing his eyes and surrendering to Blaine’s touch. 

"Have you decided yet?“ Blaine asked softly – he didn’t have to specify the question. 

"No, not really,“ Kurt sighed and opened his eyes again. His voice was saying he wasn’t thrilled about the theme of their conversation but he didn‘t want to avoid it. It would be childish and Blaine wouldn’t appreciate it. 

"I’m not pushing you it’s just… there’s only two days left before your expulsion ends,“ Blaine reminded him. "And if you want to leave your school before that…“

"Yeah, I know,“ Kurt replied with a hint of weariness. "But it’s not so easy. I thought I’d be happy to leave but more real the possibility is… less appealing it seems.“

"How come?“ Blaine asked softly and curiously. He was so patient. As many times before Kurt felt so grateful for having him. 

"Well, it feels like running away. Like I’m too weak, too afraid to stand up to them. I know I was afraid before but I’m feeling much more confident now. Nothing will be the same again but if I can stay in Cheerios and glee club, I won‘t lose that much.“

"I see your point. I always regretted a bit that I ran away to Dalton,“ Blaine sighed softly. 

"But your case was different,“ Kurt shook his head. "You were beaten up brutally.“

"Yeah. That’s why I’m worried. I don’t want that to happen to you. The guy you fought with… what if he tries to attack you?“

"I’ll be careful. And if anything happens I can still transfer,“ Kurt shrugged. He knew too well it was a risk but he hoped Karofsky learned he wasn‘t an easy target. And being head cheerleader he thought he could lean on Coach Sylvester to keep him alive and safe for the sake of the Cheerios (and he knew he wouldn’t get kicked off the squad for the fight because who had won them Nationals the last two years?).

"Well, you can do as you want but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you,“ Blaine retorted frowning a bit. His concern made Kurt smile. It was nice he cared about him so much. "And I thought that if you transferred, we could have more opportunities to see each other.“

"You know, I have thought about it a lot,“ Kurt cleared his throat before continuing. He had to choose his words carefully to explain his thoughts. "Firstly I was so keen about transferring because of this very reason. But then I started to imagine how it would be and… I doubt it would be better. Yeah, it’s hard to be together when you live so far away but we always have all weekend for ourselves and we’re busy during the week anyway – with schools and your work and my clubs… But if I go to Dalton, we won’t be able to spend weekends together, unless you go with me to Lima but I’d neglect my dad like that. And I don’t want that, he’s my only family. And imagine – me at Westerville, busy with school and you busy with college, work and your music… It’ll be worse. So, staying in Lima would be better for us.“

The speech made Kurt short of breath and his heart fluttered with nervousness. He needed Blaine to understand he wanted to be with him but transferring to Dalton wouldn’t ease their situation. And fortunately, Blaine always did his best to understand.

"Hmm, yeah, I must admit you have a point,“ Blaine nodded thoughtfully after awhile. "Of course, I thought about it too but when you say it aloud, it makes more sense. But I don’t want you to decide to stay just because it’ll be better for our relationship.“

"No, no,“ Kurt affirmed and stood so he could sit down next to Blaine. "It’s one of the reasons but not the only one. I just feel that staying at McKinley – at least for now – is more reasonable. I want to be strong, I want to be brave. Thus I need to fight.“

"Well…“ Blaine smiled and trailed off as he was searching for the right expression. "To be honest, it’s something I wanted you to come to. Although I hope you don’t mean it literally, one expulsion for a fist fight is enough.“

"Says you, Tyler Durden?“ Kurt smirked knowng too well about Blaine’s liking of boxing and establishing a fight club in his high school days.

"I don’t know why I’m telling you everything,“ Blaine rolled his eyes. 

"Because you love me,“ Kurt sang still grinning. 

"Oh, God help me, I do,“ Blaine sighed melodramatically and laughed consecutively when Kurt hugged him so hard, they both fell on the bed.

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"I can’t believe that out of all of us, Jesse is the only one without a date,“ Makyla chuckled maliciously. Everyone looked at her and silently agreed.

"Who says I will be before the parade ends?“ Jesse grinned to let her know she couldn’t offend him so easily. Their fighting was never-ending. At that moment Blaine and his friends – including Kurt, of course – were participating in the gay parade which was at the height of Columbus Pride. Kurt’s school was almost over and when Blaine suggested to him that they go to the parade, he couldn’t decline. But it was a bigger step than it seemed. There were hundreds of people (not to mention TV cameras and photographers). It was like coming out to the whole state. However Kurt wasn’t anxious. Everybody knew already. 

He was right – he didn’t lose that much. Some classmates kept giving him looks and whispering behind his back but that wasn’t a big deal. Yes, it was uncomfortable. But nobody bullied him. Not even Karofsky. Kurt didn’t know if he put him off when he fought him back or if Karofsky didn’t want to get in trouble again. So Kurt continued his surviving at McKinley. It wasn’t great, but it was manageable. And Kurt wasn’t afraid anymore. He had no secret – nothing to be afraid of. That felt great. 

He even started to be more open around people and thus he found some friends. Rachel decided they had to get to know each other since she had two dads. Tina and Artie approached him to appologize for spreading rumors about his sexuality and somehow they ended having an epic discussion about Harry Potter. Santana and Brittany weren’t just his „so-called“ friends, they became real friends because he was the only one who knew about them. Santana didn‘t feel strongly enough to come out but she told Brittany who returned her feelings. Kurt introduced them to his and Blaine’s friends (Santana brilliantly seconded to Jesse’s and Makyla’s arguments) and even invited them to go with them to the parade, but Santana didn’t want to risk getting caught by some camera and being seen on the telly by some of their classmates or her relatives. But Kurt was glad he had at least some friends at McKinley. Funny that three of them were best friends since sophomore year and never knew about each other.

"I think I do know why David couldn’t come,“ Wes raised his eyebrow and glanced at Jesse. Wes and Sunshine were straight but they always went to the parade to support their friends. They were here together but only as friends (they found out years ago it wouldn’t work out in a different way).

"Nah, he has some family thing today,“ Jeff shook his head (his date was his new boyfriend, a student from Greece whose name nobody could remember because it was difficult). 

"I think Jesse asked him to be his date and that made him not want to go,“ Sunshine teased. Makyla seemed to amused by it but she patted Jesse‘s arm in the end and promised to help him get some hot guy drunk at the evening party. 

"This year it’s nice. Not many Christians waving around their crucifixes,“ Blaine commented looking around. Kurt wondered if it happened often.

"That’s why I made this,“ Mae made herself heard and waved her banner (God loves us) though they’d already seen it. Kurt loved the slogan. And Makyla’s (Since you are a homophobe, why are you watching lesbian porn?). 

"Hmm, I see some nice back. Gonna check out if it has equally nice front,“ Jesse announced and disappeared in the mass of bodies.

"He really thinks he’s a real life Brian Kinney,“ Makyla shook her head.

"I swear you have him on your mind more often than me,“ Mae rolled her eyes and Makyla immediately started to assure her it wasn’t true. The other two couples were busy talking between themselves, so Kurt turned to Blaine.

"You know, I’m really glad we’re here,“ he informed him and squeezed Blaine’s hand.

"Yeah? Well, I’m glad too, obviously,“ Blaine smiled widely because he was. Kurt could tell it meant a lot him. It meant a lot to Kurt too. 

"It’s weird you know? Half a year ago I wouldn’t dare check another guy out and now… and of course it’s all your fault,“ Kurt accused his boyfriend and jabbed him in his ribs but his smirk was too big.

"Oh, hey now. You weren’t complaining last night.“

"That’s so cliché, can’t you come up with something more original?“ Kurt grimaced. Blaine was joking like that all the time and Kurt loved it because we always love the silliest things about the ones we love. Even though it was cliché too.

"Well, you weren’t complaining fourteen hours ago,“ Blaine replied with smug expression. Kurt laughed. Then he leaned to Blaine’s side so he could put his arm around his waist and rest his cheek against his shoulder.

"I’m proud I’m with you,“ Kurt said simply because it was what he thought about all day. Today was the right day to say it.

"I’m proud of you too,“ Blaine retorted without hesitation and kissed Kurt in his hair clumsily. 

"I look into the window of my mind, reflections of the fears I know I've left behind…“ Blaine started to sing softly.

"Oh no, nothing sentimental, I’m on the edge of tears already,“ Kurt lifted and shook his head. He didn’t want to cry today even from happiness. 

"Fine,“ Blaine chuckled, "you asked for it, boy. He´s thought about it for a long long time, about being attracted to his own kind, he´s ready to take those fantasies, and make them into something real…“

Kurt recognised Pansy Division’s song and started to laugh loudly. Leave it to Blaine to sing something optimistic. 

"And finally do all the things, he´s been dreaming of, he´s joining the cocksucker club,“ Kurt continued where Blane left off and they were looking and grinning at each other. Mae and Makyla turned to look over their shoulders at them. 

"You don’t have to be that gay,“ Wes made himself heard but he was laughing too. Some people around who heard them singing continued to sing a less synchonized version of the song. 

"Goin´down for love
He´s joining the cocksucker club
He´s ready for the cocksucker club
He´s a member of the cocksucker club…“

Blaine took Kurt in his arms and swung him around. Kurt didn’t stop laughing. 

When you’re a boy you doesn’t have it easy. But boys are tough. They always work it out.