"C'mon guys we have to go open your gifts!" Kurt immediately looked next to him to find Blaine on his air mattress.

"Finn you're like a five year old, we'll be down in five minutes. Five minutes now go away."

"Okay dude don't take ten minutes I don't open my presents until your opening yours!" Finn yelled as he ran out of the room. Kurt immediately fell back on his pillow with a sigh, he looked down at Blaine sleeping peacefully.

I don't want to wake you up, you look so adorable.

Kurt reached down and lightly shook Blaine's shoulder, "Blaine baby, you need to wake up."

Blaine's eyes shuddered open, "Morning Babe."

"Morning." Kurt giggled at Blaine's grogginess.

"C'mon its present opening time, don't want to make Finn wait or he'll explode." Kurt tugged on Blaine's shirt.

"I'm coming."

"Then get up."

Finally Blaine stood up from the air mattress and stretched, Kurt watched his muscles flex as he did. Kurt grabbed his hand and started to pull him down the stairs. He saw Finn had already separated all the gifts into piles.

"Hurry up I want to open this!" Finn whined and held up the biggest gift from his pile.

20 minutes later…

Kurt was cleaning up all of the wrapping paper that Finn decided was good to throw everywhere. Blaine was strumming on his new guitar with the one of the twelve guitar picks Burt, Carol, and Finn gave him. A song popped into Blaine's head and he started to sing random lyrics from it,

Scar tissue that I wish you saw.
Sarcastic Mr. Know-It-All.
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause with the birds I'll share…

He stopped and took a deep breath

With the birds I'll share this lonely view yeah.
With the birds I'll share this lonely view yeah.

Kurt looked at Blaine, he walked over and placed a tender kiss on his forehead and walked into the kitchen. Blaine looked down at the guitar and shut his eyes; he gently ran his fingers down the metal strings. The face of his mother flashed in his mind, hot tears threatened to fall from his eyes if he opened them. He remembered the burn he got from taking the guitar stings from the fireplace, his mothers necklace laying around the urn. His memories were stopped by a solid voice.

"You alright kid?" It was Burt. Blaine opened his eyes in shock which made tears stream down his face. A flush of embarrassment flushed over Blaine's sadness, he was crying in front of Kurt's father for god's sake.

"Sorry Burt I was.. was just uh…thinking." Blaine said as he wiped away his tears with the back of his hands.

"Listen, Blaine, Kurt explained to me everything and I just want to let you know it's okay to let go. Kurt's always here for you and so is Carol and I."

"Thank you it's just, having a guitar in my arm always kind of makes me...emotional. It just brings back a lot of memories." Blaine voice was almost a whisper, he stride his thumb lightly over the chords.

"I understand kid, when Kurt's mothers passed I couldn't smell gardenia's without tearing up a bit. It's the same exact thing with Kurt; sometimes you can't help but cry." Blaine looked at Burt; he was a good and respectable man. Blaine was proud to be with his son he didn't want to keep that from him anymore.

"Burt…I am…deeply in love with your son." Blaine hesitated to speak at first but the last few words came out like a blazing bullet.

Burt looked at Blaine and took a deep breath he quickly peered into the kitchen to see Kurt doing the dishes.

"Does, uh Kurt know you feel this way?" Burt asked.

"We've been together for about three months." Blaine tried his best to look Burt in the eye.

"I see." Burt mumbled.

"Burt, Kurt makes me happy and I make him happy, I love him." Burt nodded at him releasing another deep breath from his nose.

"I guess I should have seen this coming, I mean you've been looking at Kurt like he's pure gold since you got here." Burt gave a very light chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Just promise me that you will respect my son and his wishes. No funny business or I'll make you live on a liquid diet for the rest of your life got it?" Burt's tone wasn't threatening but was still serious.

"Of course not I would never want to disrespect Kurt in any shape or form." Blaine stated.

"Good, just keep him happy and we'll have nothing to worry about." Burt said as he sat up and patted Blaine on the back then walking up stairs.

Well that went surprisingly well.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

"Hey Babe." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear as he read his new Pattoi Lapone book on his bed.

"Blaine everyone still awake and the door is open are you trying to give my dad a heart attack. If he see's you in my bed…"

"Y'know I already told your dad." Blaine said as he took hold of Kurt's hand.

"You what?"

"I told him earlier I explained to him that we love each other and you make me happy, simple as that." Blaine shrugged.

"Simple as that? How did my dad not kill you or even me?"

"I guess he just understood don't worry he snuck a threat into the conversation so I think it's all good." Blaine said and kissed Kurt's knuckles.

"You do know that just because you told my dad that we're together doesn't mean you get to sleep in my bed?" Kurt giggled.

"So what, it does mean I get to hold you when I want, kiss you on the when I want, say I love you whenever I want." Blaine whispered before pecking Kurt on the lips.

"If my dad gives me another "sex talk" because of you I will never kiss you again."

"Oh please I think we both know by now you can't withhold kisses no matter how much you want to."

"Whatever." Kurt chuckled.

"I'm going to sleep I suggest you do the same or my dad will come in here to interrogate us." Kurt closed his book and laid it on his nightstand.

"Fine, fine. Goodnight babe." Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek and hopped off the bed.

"Goodnight baby." Kurt whispered as he lay down.