Days passed and Kurt felt as happy as ever, but today was Friday, which meant he had to be apart from Blaine for the weekend. He suddenly remembered his father's invitation to bring Blaine over for dinner one day.

(07:30) Good morning you! - xx K

(07:31) Good morning, baby. Have I slept in again? - xxxx B

Kurt couldn't help but smile at his phone. They hadn't reached the point where they would call that way to one another in public, but every time Blaine made an attempt, Kurt felt amazing.

(07:33) Is that the only reason I have to have to send a text to my sleepy boyfriend? And no, you didn't sleep in. I have a proposition to make. Meet you in ten outside? - xxxxx K

(07:37) Blaine? You are asleep right? Anyway, I wanted to tell you about something my dad told me, but it is only for boys who are fully awake - xx K

There was a slight knock on his door. He opened it and found a smiling- Blaine with two cups of coffee and a little brown bag.

'Fancy breakfast?' Blaine's grin widened. Kurt stepped aside, letting Blaine in. He felt conscious; Blaine hadn't been in Kurt's room before. It wasn't different from any other Dalton bedroom but it was his room; his privacy; the tears he'd shed, the smiles, the conversations and the dreams, all happened in this room, and Blaine was in it.

'How do you do it?' Kurt asked.

'Do what?'

'Appear all of the sudden at my door at nearly eight in the morning, holding coffee and muffins with a huge smile on your face. I guess you are a morning person right?'

'I'm not actually. It's just- you-' Blaine was struggling with words, Kurt noticed. 'You make me want to do this' Kurt's heart started beating faster as he approached and pecked Blaine on the lips.

'Let's get breakfast, ' Kurt chuckled. They ate in silence, until Blaine broke it.

'I'm a "fully awake boy" now. I just needed my medium-drip. What did you want to tell me?' Blaine asked, as he examined his last piece of banana muffin.

'Well, today's Friday'

'Is that everything you've learned here at Dalton? I'm impressed!'

'I've also learned that when you were in the forth grade you peed on yourself because you hadn't done your math homework. Also, Jeff told me one time in freshman year you went out and you were utterly drunk and started singing something like 'I'm Harry Freakin' Potter'. Oh, this one is great! You were- '

'OK! Ok. I think I got the point. I have to tell you, though; I know some stories about you too. Remember… Rachel's brother'

'Let's not dive those waters yet, Mr. Anderson. Any way, I told my dad about…us. At first he thought I had a crush on you but you didn't answer back, then I explained to him that we were sort of dating. And he… invitedyouoverfordinner'

'He… ehm… invited me? I bet he owns a shotgun. I would own one if I had a son as gorgeous as you'. Both boys blushed. Kurt took Blaine's hands.

'Would you come over for dinner tonight? It's just going to be Carole and my dad. Finn's at your house. We can head there as soon as classes finish. What do you think?'

'I would be honored to share dinner with you and your family, Kurt'

'Well, hello Dapper Blaine! Great. Wow, I'm so excited. What's your favorite dish? I mean Carole can maybe cook it- God I have to call Carole!'

'Kurt? Kurt! Relax. It's just me and your family. Now that I think about it, I'm nervous. What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm a preppy- private school- boy and decide to tear us apart? If that happens, I'll retire myself to some lost city in Africa. Or maybe Mars. Yep, definitely Mars'.

'You are so cute when you are nervous. How about we both take it easy and just go through this together?' He intertwined his fingers with Blaine's.

'I think that's a great idea, bab- sorry I- I don't want to rush things, I know we agreed on this but… I… sorry, Kurt. It's just- '

'Also, you are so cute when you ramble! I think we are ready for nicknames. I know I'm kind of conservative when it comes to other areas, I want everything to be special for the both of us' he raised his coffee cup and so did Blaine. 'Let's make a toast. Here's to baby steps!'

'Here's to us' Blaine replied, caressing Kurt's knuckles as their cups met.
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Classes passed too quickly for Blaine. He wanted to go to Kurt's house and find everything about him, even how his sheets are folded into his well-organized drawers. He felt afraid of not being liked or welcome, of not reaching up to Kurt's familiy's expectations.

'Wes! Man, I've been looking for you. I have so many things to tell you' he smiled 'I'm happy, bro'

'Tell that to your face Blaine! What's wrong bud? I'm happy that you are happy but… your face shows otherwise'

Blaine told Wes everything, since the first day he met Kurt till two hours ago in his boyfriend's room. He'll never get tired of saying that, his boyfriend. His Kurt.

'You are scared of meeting Kurt's family? Are you nuts Blaine? Look at Kurt. Why do you think he is the way he is? As far as I can tell, Kurt's a loving person, full of joy and well… he's nice Blaine. You of all people should know that. Why do you think his family is going to be any different?'

'His dad owns a shotgun. A SHOTGUN, WES! A freaking shotgun. I bet he knows how to use it, and if he doesn't know how, he's going to make his first attempt towards my head'

'Woah there cowboy. You are freaking ME out. Breathe man! There's something else, isn't there? Why are you so afraid? Apart from all the nonsense about Kurt's dad shooting you'

'I'm afraid I'll loose him. If his family doesn't take me in, Kurt will probably leave me.' Blaine's face broke.

'I don't think that will ever happen' a sweet voice said behind them.

'Hi Kurt! Can you get a hold of your boyfriend here?. He is driving himself nuts. I think he lost it the minute you told him your dad has a shotgun. I should've warned you about Blaine's fear towards guns and angry dads with guns, which is even worse. I'll leave you guys alone, talk, love, do whatever you want' Wes patted Blaine's shoulders and gave Kurt a small smile.

Once they were left alone, Kurt grabbed Blaine by the hands and dragged him out of the hallway.

'What's going on? That's not the way to classes, Kurt' Blaine said, worry filling his voice. 'Where are we going?'

Kurt made a sudden halt and looked straight at Blaine's eyes. Blaine felt lost. He looked around and found himself in the middle of the campus.

'I don't want you to be nervous or scared, Blaine. If you don't want to come to my house, I'll go by myself and we'll see each other on Monday. I'll forget about ever proposing it to you, and I'll come up with it again, whenever you feel ready. I know it is a huge step for us and as we agreed before, we shouldn't rush things, hon'

Blaine was consumed by his love for Kurt as he grabbed the taller boy's face and kissed him lovingly. The feeling of Kurt's lips on his was unique. He had kissed boys before, but he had never seen fireworks whenever their lips touched or even brushed. As he dived into the kiss, tasting Kurt's mouth, all of the fear and the nervousness went away.

Kurt hold on tightly to Blaine's hips as the kiss ended. Although Blaine didn't want it to end, they were in the baby steps' stage.

'I would love to go to your house, Kurt. I really do. I don't have to be afraid, because I know you will be there for me. We'll go through this together, as you said before'. A small tear fell from Kurt's eyes. Blaine took it away with his thumb, taking his time to caress Kurt's cheek. 'It's just dinner with me and your family, what can go wrong?'

'It's not dinner with you and my family. It's dinner with my family' Kurt corrected.
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(03:30) Yay! I'm out of Italian and off to my room. Meet you in the parking lot at 4? Who's driving?- xxxxxx B

(03:32) I like your excitement! K, 4 o'clock, parking lot. Just need to wash up and wear some proper clothes. Can you please not gel your hair? I like the way you look with your curls everywhere :) – xxxx K

(03:35) Shall I wear a tux?- xxx B

(03:37) Don't even think about it. I know you would probably do it, but please not tonight. I don't want them to meet your dapper self just yet. Remember, ungelled hair! – xxx K

(03:40) Ungelling- done. Tux in the closet- done. Dragon t-shirt on- done.- xxx B

(03:42) Dragon t-shirt? Oh God, don't tell me you are wearing that thing! My dad's a mechanic but he knows a bit about fashion. Gotta rush if I want to look nice. See you in a while, baby. – xxx K

(03:45) You look nice, Kurt, even without changing from this lousy uniform ha! K at four. I'm missing you already!- xxxx B
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At four o'clock Blaine was bending over Kurt's Navigator as he saw his boyfriend approaching.

'Wow' was everything he could say, considering how ravishingly beautiful his boyfriend looked. He was wearing tight white pants, with knee length black boots, a red shirt with a blue handkerchief tied around his neck.

'Wow to you too!' Kurt replied, blushing. Blaine was dressed with tight dark pants, a green tight fitting shirt, with a couple of buttons undone. His hair was loose as Kurt had demanded.

They stared at each other for ten minutes until Kurt coughed.

'Ehm, I think you should drive, because you have to return to your house, at some point, and me driving there… Rachel… I don't want to see her yet. Oh! And I not having my car would be an excellent excuse for you to pick me up on Sunday afternoon to return here.'

'I like your evil thinking, Mr. Hummel. I agree completely' Blaine took Kurt's hand in his and they walked towards his car. They hopped in and Blaine started the engine.

It was a two-hour-drive from Westerville to Lima so they talked about everything, from music to politics to shoes to coffee. The topics never seemed to end; they could spend hours and hours talking about everything and anything. Even if they were silent, they would enjoy it because they were together.

Blaine's eyes were focused on the road ahead, but every now and then he would glance briefly to his boyfriend by his side. Suddenly, he felt a hand resting in his thigh.

'Is this okay?' Kurt asked shyly.

'It's wonderful, baby' Blaine replied, trying his hardest to focus once more on the road. Kurt's hand never moved, nor up nor down. It was resting there, as if claiming the territory. Blaine couldn't be any happier.

'Turn right at the next street and keep going just a few blocks down. I'm so happy you are here, Blaine'.

'I'm happy that you are happy! I want to know everything about you, Kurt; I want to know every little detail from your childhood, from your life. When did your first tooth fall, your first steps, your first words, everything. Meeting your family is meeting another side of you, which I already like. Is this your house?'

'Yes!' Kurt squealed. 'Park there' he said pointing at his garage.

Blaine turned off the car and made his way out quickly so as to open Kurt's door.

'Thank you, sir' Kurt said as they walked towards his house. He put the key on the lock and the door opened. 'Welcome to the Hummel-Hudson household'. Blaine took a big breath and entered, never letting go of his boyfriend's hand.