It was the morning after, in the Hummel household. Burt looked at the time. If Kurt and Blaine didn't get downstairs for breakfast in two minutes he would have to wake them up. He knew they talked until pretty late but that was no excuse; it was mandatory for Blaine to go to school if he wanted to stay with them. He had to have a note from a doctor if he missed school or else there would be trouble for Burt and for Blaine.

When two minutes had passed, Burt went up to Kurt's room only to find it empty. The bed was neatly made and there was no sign of Kurt's presence.

He walked the short distance to Blaine's room and he slowly opened the door. What he saw almost brought tears to his eyes; both boys were profoundly asleep. Kurt had Blaine in his arms and Burt was able to see some dried tear tracks along both their cheeks.

Closing the door softly, not to wake them up, he decided to call the school and let them know that both boys were taking the day off, no matter the consequences, if there were any!

When Kurt woke up, he knew he had slept too long. His eyes were still shut as he mentally cursed his father for not telling him to get up. He tried not to move too much, as he felt a familiar body encased in his arms.

When he opened his eyes, he was able to see, by the uncovered window, that the sun was already high in the sky. Blaine was still in his arms, his fists tightly clutching at Kurt's shirt, as if he was scared he would leave. At this precise moment, their conversation the previous night hit him. He faced again everything Blaine had said, had remembered, and had re-lived by telling his story. Kurt also remembered the hundreds of questions he wanted to ask Blaine.

Not daring to move, waiting for the curly haired boy to wake up, Kurt decided to do some cleaning up in his mind, choosing which questions to ask Blaine and how to ask them. He couldn't be too invasive with what he had to ask but he needed to know and he needed Blaine to understand some things. He ended up with two specific questions he wanted to ask his boyfriend.

Lost in his thoughts, he nuzzled Blaine's soft and curly hair, waiting for him to wake up. It may have taken two minutes, or two hours, but Blaine finally started to stir a little, stretching his arms and legs. Kurt waited for him to open his eyes and spoke softly:

"Good morning, honey."

"'Morning" Blaine said, his voice still raspy from all the crying.

"Sleep well?" Kurt asked, with the same soft voice.

"Not really... What time is it?"

Kurt moved a little so he was able to grab his phone and look at the digital clock.

"It's 10:30..."

Blaine immediately sat up, un-tangling himself from Kurt, looking panicked.

"We're late! We have to go! Burt will be in trouble! I'll be in trouble!"

But Kurt sat up too and began soothing his boyfriend

"It's okay, honey! I'm sure dad let us sleep in. He'll call the school. We had a bad night; I'm pretty sure Principal Figgins will understand."

"Yeah... You're right..." Blaine said a little relieved.

"Speaking of last night, you do realize I have a couple of question, don't you?" Kurt asked, his tone serious.

"Yeah... I figured you'd have some, sweetie." the other teen said with a sigh.

"Why don't you get out of these clothes, take a shower and put your pyjamas on? I'll make us brunch, and then, we'll talk, okay?"

"Yeah... Okay."

A few minutes later, when Blaine turned on the water in the shower, he couldn't do anything else but wonder what questions Kurt would ask him. Maybe the classic ones everybody always asked when they knew his background.

How did you feel when that neighbour of yours told you your parents were gone? Liz voice repeated in Blaine's head

Hey, kiddo... I know you miss your parents but I'm here, 'kay? Burt once told him.

Blaine, let's talk about the man you wanted to service. Tell me exactly what happened in your head. Did you agree to do this first because you wanted to prove something? To your lost parents, maybe? Did you want to punish them? he heard Dr Somers ask, in a very professional voice.

Blaine hated to even think about his parents. He hated them to his core. How could two people, who'd once agreed to have a child and made a vow to love him no matter what, do that? Blaine knew he lived in a twisted world but this was beyond twisted.

Letting the warm spray splash all over his face, and keeping his eyes closed, he concentrated hard so as not see the smiling faces of his mother and father - smiles from another time, another dimension, when he was not a failure in their eyes.

Sighing, he turned off the water and took his pyjamas. Kurt wanted to have a lazy day and he was glad. This meant that they probably would do nothing but cuddling while watching movies. But before that, he had to go through a bunch of questions he didn't want to be asked.

When he arrived in the kitchen, Kurt was there, in his own pyjamas, surrounded by plates of French toast, fruits, bacon and roast potatoes.

"I didn't stay that long in the shower, did I?" Blaine asked, amused by the amount of food Kurt made.

"Potatoes were frozen, I just had to put them in the oven; bacon was in the oven at the same time as the potatoes and the fruit was already in a bowl in the fridge - all I had to do was the French toast. Now, have a seat!" Kurt said, really fast.

Silently, Blaine sat, waiting for the flow of the familiar questions to arrive. But it didn't. Kurt placed the food on the table and grabbed two empty plates. He placed one in front of Blaine and the other on the opposite side of the table. He grabbed some juice from the fridge and finally sat down.

Looking at Kurt filling his plate, Blaine didn't move. He was just wondering when Kurt would finally speak. He was dreading this moment.

"You okay, Blaine?" Kurt asked, looking straight into the hazel eyes he loved.

"Oh, come on, just do it already!" Blaine almost exploded in front of his boyfriend's innocent look.

"Do what?"

"Ask me if I miss my parents! Everybody does... And I know you want to ask because you said you had questions for me! Come on! Ask! You know you want to!"

Kurt didn't say anything and waited a minute for Blaine to calm down. He knew Blaine didn't want to blow up like that but he also knew he kind of looked for it, putting off the moment he actually asked the questions he wanted to know the answers to.

"Of course you miss your parents! I don't need to ask to know that." Kurt said calmly but firmly "I lost my mother Blaine, in case you don't remember. I know how it feels. Not feeling abandoned but missing a parent. I know what it is."

Blaine was shocked; it was not what he expected. He tried to speak but no sound would come out. Of course Kurt knew the feeling. It wasn't quite the same but still, he was one of the only people to understand him on that level.

Seeing that he was unable to respond, Kurt spoke.

"I'm not mad at you, so stop with the kicked puppy face..." Kurt said, softly "I had two questions, not even related to what happened to you. You told me what you had to and it's not my place to ask for more. You've given me plenty already."

"So what did you want to ask, then?" Blaine said, barely whispering, still ashamed of his silly outburst.

"Let's eat first, then we can talk." the other teenager responded.

"So what did you want to ask?" the curly haired boy said to Kurt, as they were cuddling wrapped in a blanket on the couch. The Wicked soundtrack was playing in the background.

"Did you keep it?" Kurt said simply, looking at Blaine's face. Just by the eyes Blaine made, Kurt knew that his boyfriend understood what he meant.

"Yeah... It's been in my backpack ever since... I never reopened it since my second hospitalization but it's in there..." Blaine said, thinking of the framed picture of his family

"Can I see it?" the blue eyed boy asked. He really wanted to see the souvenir Blaine kept. The one that was so beautiful even if it was so hurtful.

Blaine disentangled himself from the polar blanket and jogged upstairs. He couldn't deny his boyfriend the favour. But he couldn't open his bag either. So he just picked it up from the back of his wardrobe and went back to the living room where Kurt was waiting patiently.

"There!" Blaine said, handing Kurt the blue backpack.

"Blaine, that's not a picture. It's a bag!" Kurt said, half frowning, half smiling.

"I know! The picture's in it!" the hazel eyed boy said

"I know! But I need you to open the bag, take the picture and show it to me!"

"Why?"

"Because you need to do it." Kurt simply said.

Okay! Easy! Just open the back and give him the picture! Blaine thought. It's easy!

But as he grabbed the zipper, he couldn't open it. As though he were not able to face what was in it. Every memory, every moment from his last summer. He looked helplessly into Kurt's eyes, waiting for him to tell him that it was okay, that he didn't have to do it.

"Come on! I want to see you when you were a baby!" Kurt said, encouraging Blaine to take out the picture.

Inhaling deeply he opened his backpack slowly, inch by inch, until the content was visible. He rummaged a little bit inside until he took the picture out, not even looking at it, and handed it to Kurt, still breathing deeply.

"It's beautiful," was all that Kurt said.

Blaine closed his eyes, seeing the picture in his head. It truly was beautiful, full of wonderful memories from a lost time.

Kurt set the picture aside on the coffee table so it was facing Blaine. Then taking Blaine's hands he asked him to open his eyes.

Blaine did so, staring into Kurt's eyes, not daring to watch the portrait. Raising his hand, the chestnut haired teen just let it rest on Blaine's cheek, pushing gently, urging him to look at the picture, as though he was saying: why did you keep it if you won't even look at it.

Ever so slowly, Blaine turned his gaze and stared at the picture. He stared at his two year old self, who was laughing. He stared at his curly haired mother, looking at him as if he was the most precious thing in the world. He stared at his ever so serious father who was openly smiling and looking at his son so fondly it was heartbreaking when you know what would happen fourteen years later.

Seeing the tears raising into his boyfriend's eyes, Kurt pulled him up immediately close to his chest, soothing him, telling him that it was going to be all right. Blaine didn't cry, though. He was done with crying, he didn't want to cry. So he just listened to the sweet voice he loved so much and closed his eyes, believing that everything was going to be okay.

When he felt the lump in his throat melting, he also felt lighter. Some of the heavy load from the summer was finally getting off his back.

"How do you feel?" Kurt asked as Blaine was sitting straight on the couch.

"Better... I guess." he said simply.

"Can I ask you one more question?"

"Yeah."

"Why did you snap at Liz, yesterday?"

"She – I – Um – Well..." Blaine stuttered

"Take your time" Kurt told him

"They – They managed to find my parents with credit cards transaction..." the shorter teenager explained, matter-of-factly. "She – Liz – wanted me to write them a letter... About me... About my life with all of you. To help me find – well- closure I guess."

"And why won't you do it? If she thinks that it would make you feel better? It's logical to want to find closure with them, honey. That would only help you."

"Because they don't care! They don't want to know I have a boyfriend and a caring foster family. I shattered their perfect American dream by being gay. By being myself. They moved, end of story! They don't need to know! They'll just come back here and give you and Burt some shit!"

"Why don't you write them a letter but we'll not send it. Just for an exercise. That might help you."

Blaine took a few minutes to think, snuggling closer to Kurt under the warm blanket.

"Yeah... I guess I can do that." he finally said

Blaine let the words sink in. He was agreeing to "talk" to his parents, through paper. Of course, they'd never find out about the letter and they would never be able to read it, but to Blaine, it was still a huge deal.

"How about we watch a movie or two so we can cuddle and just be happy without thinking about my parents?" Blaine proposed, wanting to forget these heavy conversations for the rest of the day.

Smiling, Kurt stood up and took a DVD from the shelf.

"Sound of Music?" he asked

"Only if I get to sing the Captain's parts." Blaine responded

"You can't pull off Maria as well as I can, anyway!" Kurt countered, going back to the couch and claiming his boyfriend's lips.

Kurt set the movie but neither of them sang their parts. Kissing in the empty house was far more interesting.