"Kurt? Is that you?" oh great why didn't I check my caller ID, the last thing I need is my dad finding out about this.

"Hey dad! Sorry I'm not feeling so great today!" I smile even though he can't see it, just in case.

"That wouldn't have anything to do with that article I saw online would it?" how the hell did he see that? He's not computer literate...

"How? Dad how did you see that blog?" I ask still not mentioning key facts until I know what exactly he is referring to.

"Finn showed me it this morning......he seems to think its true....I'm undecided...although in the picture you look drunk Kurt....and is it true someone was giving you trouble?"

"Dad I had a few champagnes and then Mrs Benson cut me off! I was just caught off guard by what Blaine did....he didn't have to hit the fucker...I was dealing with it!" I sigh exasperated.

"Language! This is why I don't like you going out without a big group....you could have gotten hurt kid!" I can hear the worry in his voice, I know he doesn't like that I'm out here and he can't defend me but I'm a grown up.

"Dad I'm fine! He just grabbed my ass...I would have kneed him in the crotch if he didn't take the hint...but Blaine kind of beat me to the punch.....literally!" I state and clutch the thud reappearing again in my head.

"Well good I just worry...you're still my baby boy even if you can have a baby boy!" I smile at the sentiment because I know I will be in his shoes one day. "So do you want to tell me something?"

"Tell you what dad?"

"I dunno kid...... something about a certain curly haired singer perhaps?"

"Nothing to tell!"

"That's not what it looked like....." he trails off and I can picture the intense Burt Hummel stare I would receive if he was in front of me.

"Pictures aren't always what they seem....it was nothing! I promise" I almost shout.

"It's never nothing with you two! And he looked kind of sad and happy at once-"

"Dad! Nothing is going on...we just got back in touch after 5 years...we are trying to get back to where we were..."

"Well Santana seems to think that you still have feelings for him" oh so that is what all of this is about.

"Dad did Santana send you the link to that blog?" a silence follows. "I'll take that as a yes shall I!"

"Kiddo don't change the subject..."

"Dad I set him up with another guy....why would I do that if I liked him?" Santana is going to get a major lecture on privacy after this.

"But from what I hear he isn't going out with him again....and if you ask me you did it because you're scared to tell him." Oh he's good that father of mine.

"Well that's just...."

"True. You don't need to say anything to me but maybe you should try telling him..."

"He's not ready dad....I can't lose him again" I sniff back the few tears threatening my eyes.

"I think he's not ready for just anybody. But we both know you're not just anybody...." I sigh refusing to talk about it any more. "Listen Kurt, I have to go...but just think about it? I'm here if you need me! Love you to the moon and back kiddo."

"I love you too dad..." I reluctantly hang up the phone and try to drift back off in to a sleep but knowing my brain is far too preoccupied.

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"Uncle Kurt!!!!!!" Landin's tiny footsteps echo through the living room before he jumps up onto the couch beside me. "Daddy says you're sick! Is it like when I had chicken spots?" he lifted his hand to my head, lifting my eyelid to see into my eye.

"No buddy! This is champagne sickness...." I smile as he nuzzles in beside me and Dale walks in through the front door with a bag of goodies. "Hey Chip!" he takes a bow and offers out a tub of ice cream to me.

"For my poor hung over Floppy! Don't say I never get you anything..." he grins as I take the carton and spoon he has in his other hand, sinking down onto the couch beside me and Landin. "So that picture...."

"What about it? I swear you would think none of you had a life....Santana, Mrs B AND my dad have all weighed in with an opinion and it's not even 2 in the afternoon....So what oh wise sir do you have to add?" I quirk my eyebrow at him and he chuckles nervously.

"Am I that transparent?" he asks snapping open a bar of chocolate and handing some to Landin. "Don't tell your dad I gave you this as lunch!"

"Just don't go into spy work is all I'm saying.....stay in the kitchen!" he slapped me on the leg playfully.

"Well I think I deserve a say seeing as you dumped me because of your feelings for him all those years ago....."

"You and Uncle Kurt used to kiss?" a small shocked voice pipes up from between us.

"Shit! I forgot he was there..." Dale closes his eyes.

"Dad you just said a bad word!" Landin's chocolate covered face looks at him seriously.

"Yeah dad! Watch the language....and anyway we were kids back then. Things change!" I swat at his head trying to get him to stop this conversation in front of the nosiest 4 year old ever.

"Well I see right through you! And you kind sir are very much still in love with the curly haired boy....the picture proves it!"

"Why did you and Uncle Kurt used to kiss?" Dale flops his head down into his hands and Landin looks seriously between us. "Does Daddy J know?"

"Listen buddy...Me and Uncle Kurt used to love each other but now it's a different kind of love! Like you and Mrs B are best friends? And I love your Daddy lots and lots and lots and you too. Okay?" Dale tried to rationalise with him.

"So you don't kiss any more? Just Daddy?" I smile over his head at Dale. "And Uncle Kurt wants to kiss Blaine?"

"Exactly baby boy!" Dale scoops Landin on to his knee and kisses his hair.

"Excuse me? Don't bring my gorgeous nephew in here in an attempt to get me to admit things....I don't want to kiss Blaine you goof!" I swat his nose and scoop some ice cream into my mouth.

"The picture proves it!" he mimics his dad and I spoon some ice-cream into his mouth.

"How do you know huh?" I prop my head up on my arm.

"I listened to my daddies talking this morning!" he says proudly.

"Oh you did huh? Maybe I should cut your ears off?" he shakes his head fiercely at me "it's just complicated buddy! Grown up stuff!"

"Why is it though?" he looks intrigued and Dale just shrugs his shoulders.

"Just because it is...he might not even like me...so it doesn't matter what I think!" I try to explain my thought process to him.

"I think he does!" Landin says with belief "I think he wants to kiss you too!" he looks up at Dale hopefully "Don't you think so daddy?"

"I do Lan! You are a genius you know that?" He sticks his tongue out at me and pats Landin on the back.

"I don't like either of you very much right now! Where's Jake when I need him? He's clearly the better friend out of you both...." I can't finish the sentence as they both pounce on me.

"Damn if I knew I'd be walking into an orgy I'd have worn less clothes..." A shrill voice comes from the corner and we all pop up to look in the direction.

"Aunty Tana!!!" Landin is off like a freight train in to her arms "Hey bug! I didn't see you wedged in between your Dad and Uncle Kurt...."

"Yeah about that! Survey the room before you speak? A little filter is all..." Dale sighs getting up and heading to the kitchen. "You guys want a coffee?" we both nod our agreement as Santana comes to steals his vacated spot with Landin still in her arms.

"So how's the hangover?" Santana shouted loudly into my ear making me groan. "That bad huh?"

"Did you know daddy and uncle Kurt used to kiss?" Landin rests his head on to her shoulder.

"I did! In fact I walked in on them lots of times!" she ruffled up his sandy blonde hair.

"Ewww that's gross!" he pulled a disgusting face "and now Uncle Kurt wants to kiss Blaine!"

"He does huh?" she grins at me. "You know I used to kiss Blaine when daddy kissed Uncle Kurt..."

"What!!" he jumps to his feet on the couch.

"Blaine didn't like it though..... Your aunty Tan was a bit of an exhibitionist in high school!" I said to him and he looked utterly confused.

"Oh don't listen to Uncle Kurt bug....he's just in love with Blaine and bitter about it!" Santana pokes me in the side and I poke her back. Landin takes this moment to start jumping up and down on the couch.

"Kurt loves Blaine! Kurt loves Blaine! Kurt loves Blaine!" He screams happily over and over jumping in time with his chant.

"Landin Alexander Porter! Get your butt down off that couch or you'll be sitting on the floor for the rest of your life!" Dale comes back from the kitchen wielding steaming mugs of coffee and a hot chocolate for Landin. As Landin tries to sit back down Santana springs up on to her feet and joins in with his jumps, subtly flipping the bird at Dale.

"Relax Dad! We are just excited that Peachy loves Bumble....true love always.....if destroyed still true...." She sing-songs jumping out of my reach as I try to pull her down.

"What are you 4?" I ask snarkily, I've seriously had enough of everyone's inputs for the day. The only opinion I want about the blog hasn't gotten in touch with me at all....even though he promised.

"I am!" Landin giggles as he jumps closer to me.

"And you won't live till your five if you don't stop bouncing..." he slams down hard beside me and Santana quickly does the same. "I thought as much you goof!"

"Peachy don't blame the kid.....you just need to lighten up a bit....your only 23 once.....live a little!" she scoops out some now melted ice cream and points the spoon in my direction.

"Tan don't you dare this is Gucci!" I squeal trying to get off the couch but she's there in an instant pinning me down and smearing it on to my face as Landin giggles beside her. "Oh you think you're so funny huh?" I push her off me and pick up the tub.

"Run bug!" She screams as we all take off into different areas of the apartment. A chaotic fight ensues with food and pillows and water flying everywhere, I eventually get pinned down by the tag team of Santana and Landin who take great delight in smearing my face in ice cream. The door being knocked on brings us all back to reality and I run over to open it, little clouds of flour shifting from my body as I moved.

"Hi Jak- Blaine what are you...?" Standing before me in a tight t-shirt and very fitted yellow pants is Blaine wearing an adorably confused look.

"Can we talk? Or is it not a good time?" he looked me up and down and I couldn't help but cringe at the thought of what I looked like.

"No! Its fine we just kind of had a food fight.... Come in! These three goons were just about to clean up any way..." I glare at them all and lead Blaine in to the kitchen (the only averagely clean area left) and indicate for him to take a seat while I pull off my t shirt and rinse my face with warm water. When I finish drying it off with the tea towel I notice him staring down at the table. "Blaine its okay you can look at me...it's not like we have never seen each other topless before..." I mentally kick myself for how loose that makes me sound but it seems to remove the awkwardness he had been feeling as he meets my gaze with a smirk.

"Kurt Hummel and food fights are not something I thought I would ever say in the same sentence." He laughed softly as I took the seat opposite him.

"Yeah well.....when I have a beyond adorable nephew to mess around with anything is possible...he's like a sneaky little emotional blackmail ninja! He even got me to watch a basketball game!" I smile softly and try to lean on my arms to cover up my body suddenly feeling very subconscious. "But anyway what did you need?" he gulps and his breath stutters at the same time. It was subtle but I saw it.

"Well you see....I kind of have a problem!" he starts and I hope to god this isn't a 'we can't be friends anymore' chat but instead of interrupting I just nod. "You see I've been told that I have a problem trusting people, ever since what happened in high school with Sebastian. I constantly get told by my parents, Cooper, your dad and my AA sponsor that I need to learn to open up more and really start living my life."

"Okay....." I don't quite know where this is going, so I make a decision to just let him talk.

"So when you set me up with Callum, I thought 'this is it Blaine, time to stop hiding, time to trust' and as we were sitting at the table of the cutest restaurant ever and he looked at me with all this hope.....I couldn't do it. I couldn't even tell him the basic things like who my secret celebrity crush was or anything! So I started to doubt myself....I thought I wasn't ready to let someone in to my heart....because the last time I did my whole life sort of spun out of control...." I just have to sit here and try to follow his chain of thought, even if I'm still not quite sure what it's all about. "But then when I got home last night I started thinking....I know no good comes from thinking at 3am...but I realised, it wasn't that I didn't want to let someone in....it was that I had already and they blocked any spaces for anybody else to fill properly..." okay he already has a crush on someone else, this is fine Kurt breath, that thing with the oxygen just keep doing it! "and I started to think about my past and realised that they were the reason I had been so unsettled the last few years...just drifting....because I know that the only place I do belong is with them, that's why I couldn't trust anybody because I've always been comparing them subconsciously to this person....I think somewhere deep down I always knew and I thought I wasn't good enough for them....but I've had time, a lot of time to work on myself and now I think I'm ready to admit it....to them I mean I just don't know what they will think..." He's stopped talking Kurt say something! Say something right now!

"Well....hmmm...I mean you won't know if they reciprocate unless you say something or make a grand gesture! You should do it if that's what you really want..." I stumble over my words trying to keep my shallow breathes as even as possible.

"How would you want somebody to do it?" He's got an unreadable expression on his face.

"Well you could....stand up!" I move onto my feet and pull him up to face me. "You could just show up at his door and do that adorable look you get when your vulnerable...that's the one! And just take his hands in yours and softly trace your thumb across the back, its soothing! Yeah just like that Bee! And then look into their eyes...really connect with them and just say what you said to me and then kiss them...softly! If they don't like you they will pull away and you can hide in shame with us..." I try to pull my hand back out of his but he holds it tightly still circling his thumb around. I look at him with wide eyes a bit confused and flustered.

"Say something like...it's you Kurt? I'm in love with you?" the way he is looking at me is sure to make any boy drool and I swallow thickly.

"Yeah that will definitely do the hmmmph" I'm cut off by his lips pressing softly against mine moving slowly but so very sure and after the shock wears off I'm reciprocating.

"Dad they're kissing!!!!" Rings out from the door way and I try to pull myself right back but Blaine just rests his forehead against mine.

"About fucking time!!" Santana yells just as loud and I know the three of them have been eavesdropping this entire time.

"Fucking time!!" Landin squeals.

"Landin!!!!"

"Sorry dad!" I break into a small fit of giggles at the situation but Blaine just keeps his gaze on me smiling softly.

"Kurt Hummel would you go out with me?" he's a little breathless and all I can do in that moment is press my lips back onto his but before I can get into it a small hand pulls at my pants causing me to break away from Blaine.

"Is that a yes?" Landin looks up at us and I look back over at Blaine feeling like I could float on clouds.

"That's a definitely!" I'm not going to say I wasn't freaking out - I was - but the little jump Blaine did seemed worth it.