"So this is it." As he opened the door Blaine swept his arm around the olive green room. It was nothing like Kurt had expected and was drastically different from his own bedroom. The many times he'd tried to imagine what Blaine Anderson's bedroom would look like he pictured muted blues and soft greys, something that would reflect his strong and steady disposition. Despite being not at all what he expected seeing it now, nothing could have encapsulated his boyfriend better. Pictures of Cooper and Blaine; Blaine, Cooper and their Mother and various pictures of the Warblers were placed almost in disarray on every possible surface. Grade certificates from piano hung aside old 48 records, jackets were thrown over bed rails and backs of chairs and almost inconspicuously in the corner of the room were a pile of soft toys ranging in size and species. "Is that… Is that what I think it is?" Kurt glanced in the direction of the stuffed animals. "Umm no, no it's just… um. My cousin just had a kid and I was cleaning out all my old toys to umm.. give to her." Kurt despite Blaine desperately attempting to hold him back made his way over to the mound of toys. "Oh my god, Blaine this one still has the tag on? How long have you had this for?" The animal in question was a snow leopard it's tag a little worn but still intact the name Sneaky was inscribed on the back. Blaine seeming to resist the urge to lunged forward, murmured,” Be careful with him, my mom brought him back from a business trip in Vancouver when I was five." Kurt scanned the pile, "You have quite the collection." Blain shuffled his feet, "My dad wanted me to collect stamps, he's was really into it as a kid. Really wanted me to be into it too. But when mom brought Sneaky home I guess, well it's stupid but, My brother had started middle school and he had all these new friends and…" He paused and looked up at Kurt. "It's stupid forget it." Still holding the stuffed cat Blaine made his way over to his bed and sat down.

Kurt guiltily followed Blaine and sat down beside him, He made several attempts to apologize but couldn't quite form the words. Here was Blaine letting him into a part of his life that he'd always kept to himself and all Kurt had done was tease him about it. When they first met and even into the beginning of their relationship it was all about Kurt. Kurt was being bullied so Blaine came to rescue him, Kurt liked sushi so that were they went on their dates. Kurt hadn't had a boyfriend before so the relationship was defined but what he could handle, what he wanted, what he needed. Blaine was so unassuming that Kurt hadn't realized he'd been taking and taking and never giving. Instead of apologizing he instead offered up a part of himself. “Ever since I was about four, maybe five, I forget now, my mum used to give me these figurines for my birthdays and Christmases. Sometimes she would just buy them for me because she saw one and she could. Just a combination of people and animals, I have around twenty or thirty of them, no double ups, we were proud of that, Mom and me. I don’t let anyone touch them not even dad.” Kurt sighed and nudged Blaine’s hand with his own smiling slightly as he took it. Still looking at his feet Kurt continued. “I kept collecting them even after she died because for a fleeting moment I could almost hear her whispering to me that we didn’t have that one yet. They were my crutch for a long time, that and her dresser, which you already know about.” He moved closer to Blaine and he finally met his eye. “I’m sorry for teasing you about the TY toys, you never gave me a hard time about my crutch so I should respect yours.” He lifted the head of the stuffed cat, “He’s actually kind of cute, so I don’t blame you for falling for him.” Blaine gave him a soft smile and walked back over to the pile of soft toys, “Would you like to meet the rest of them?”

It was quarter past ten on a crisp Saturday morning and blunders, burdens and bliss spilled out of fur and button noses.