“Dude, it’s dinner now. You can pack later!” said Finn, standing in the doorway of Kurt’s room. It was April 29th. Blaine and Kurt were leaving for New York on the 30th. It was Friday and Kurt was freaking out. He had no idea at all what to bring. He had had a lot of tests and homework during the week and hadn’t had time for anything else than focusing on school. He hadn’t seen Blaine outside of school for five days. They had both missed spending time alone so much, but the thought of spending an entire week together in New York had helped them make it through. Kurt still had the problem though. What the hell was he going to pack? What had Blaine planned for them to do? Would they do on romantic dates every day? If they would, Kurt would have to pack seven outfits that could suit for dates. He sighed loudly.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” said Finn and entered the room. Kurt just shook his head and sat down on the bed.

“I don’t know what to pack… Like, at all.” Finn laughed.

“That’s your problem? You don’t know what to pack?”

“Yeah… Why is that weird?” Finn smiled and sat down next to Kurt.

“Dude, I know this is going to sound all weird and cheesy, but Blaine loves you, man. He loves you whatever you’re wearing and however your hair looks. Hell, when you were sick a few weeks ago and I thought you looked like shit, I heard Blaine telling you that you were the most beautiful person in the world. He loves you. So stop whining and come downstairs and eat. I don’t want cold food.” Finn finished his small speech and then got up from the bed.

“Hey, Finn?” Kurt called. His brother stopped in the doorway and turned around.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” said Kurt with a smile. Finn smiled back.

“That’s what brothers are for, right?”

“Right.”

Kurt’s phone buzzed in his pocket again. It was the seventh time since they started eating dinner. They were never allowed to use their cellphones while they were eating. It had officially become a rule after Finn spent one entire dinner fighting with Rachel over texts. Kurt knew about the rule, but he couldn’t help but becoming very curious. The seventh time it buzzed, the rest of the Hudson-Hummel family were becoming curious as well.

“You can open it, Kurt,” said Carole. Kurt gave her a grateful smile and opened his phone. There was seven new messages, and they were all from Blaine.

(6.23) IIIII will always looooooove youuuuuuuuu!

(6.25) You’re the love of my life, Kurt.

(6.25) Kuuuuurt, why aren’t you answering? :(

(6.28) I feel hurt. I ban you from kissing me for 24 hours on, starting now.

(6.30) You’re my everything, Kurt. My heart, my soul, my true love. I love you more than anything on this planet. We’re going to spend all week kissing and making looove. I love you, I looove youuuu!

(6.45) Ohmygod. Cooper stole my phone. Those texts were all him writing. Oh god, I’m gonna kill him.

(7.03) I really am sorry about that. He’s weird. We can talk about it more tomorrow, okay?

Kurt grinned and blushed a little. He was sure they weren’t going to spend the entire week kissing and making love. Well, maybe kissing, but they had only had actual sex once, so certainly not that. He sent a quick answer and then put his phone back in his pocket.

“Was it Blaine?” asked Burt.

“Yeah, it was,” said Kurt and blushed a little bit more.

“Did he say what time he’s going to pick you up tomorrow?”

“Well, no… But I already knew that. He’s coming to pick me up at seven tomorrow morning.”

“That sounds good,” said Carole with a smile. “I hope you boys will enjoy it.”

“We will. New York is amazing as it is, but being there with Blaine is going to be even better,” Kurt grinned brightly.

“Hey, I was going to ask this before, but I kind of forgot… Why can Blaine and Kurt share beds when Rachel and I couldn’t before we got engaged?” said Finn and Kurt bit his lip.

“Oh, they’re not going to share beds, right kid?” said Burt happily and took another bite of his steak. Kurt was just about to answer when Finn opened his big mouth again.

“They are! Blaine told me the hotel room only has one bed.” Kurt kicked Finn under the table.

“Ouch! That hurt!” Finn exclaimed. Kurt just sighed and buried his face in his hands.

“Kurt? Is that true?” Burt looked at him seriously.

“Will you be mad at me if I say yes?” said Kurt, his voice muffled by his hands.

“Sweetie, just tell us the truth,” Carole said from across the table. Kurt looked up and met his father’s eyes.

“Yes, dad, Blaine and I will be sharing one bed.”

“Have you two had sex?” Burt asked immediately and Kurt’s eyes went wide. His mouth fell open as he stared at his dad.

“E-excuse me?” he stuttered out.

“I asked if you have had sex with Blaine and I want you to answer honestly.” Carole suddenly stood up and left the room, dragging Finn with her.

“I think it’s best if you two speak alone about this,” she said and Burt gave her a grateful smile, then he turned back to Kurt.

“Are you going to answer my question or not? I mean, I think I know the answer by now, but I want to hear it from you.” Kurt looked down, waited for a few seconds and then spoke quietly.

“Yes, we have.” Then he looked up and added, “Only once though. It was right after the West Side Story premiere this fall. But I promise, dad, he didn’t force me to do anything. He was so gentle and amazing, like he always is. It was a decision we made together and I don’t regret it at all,” Kurt finished and waited for his dad to react.

“Kid, I’m not mad. I trust you and Blaine to make the right decisions. I just wanted to know, as your father. And about the bed… Well, I trust you to be responsible. It would have felt better if there were two beds, but like I said, I trust you.” Kurt gave him a grateful smile and was about to say something when his phone buzzed. He opened a new text from Blaine.

(7.54) Hey! Since we’re leaving so early tomorrow, I thought that I could stay over at your house tonight? If Burt is okay with that. I miss you xx –B

Kurt smiled at the text.

“Dad, can Blaine stay over tonight? He told me to ask you.”

“Yeah, well, why not? But he’s sleeping on the couch tonight, just a fair warning,” said Burt and Kurt thought about arguing, but decided not to.

(7.56) He said yes :) But you’ll have to sleep on the couch… When will you be here? Can’t wait to see you, I miss you so much xxxx –K

(7.56) Open the door :) –B

Kurt’s eyes went wide as he read the text. He was just about to run to the door when he remembered his dad.

“Thank you,” he said and smiled. Burt nodded and smiled back.

“Go get your boy and I’ll do the dishes.” Kurt nodded and rushed to the door. He opened it and got greeted by a big smile.

“Hey there,” he said happily. His hair was adorably curly and he was carrying a big travel bag.

“Hey yourself,” said Kurt and smiled. Blaine stepped inside and put his bag down. Then he pulled Kurt in by his waist and kissed him soundly on the mouth.

“Mwah!” Kurt just laughed, squirmed a little in his boyfriend’s arms and poked his side.

“Dork,” he said and giggled.

“Hey! I’m adorable.”

“That’s what you think,” said Kurt and tapped his nose playfully.

“You’re mean,” said Blaine and pouted. Kurt smiled and kissed his cheek.

“I’m sorry, honey. Come on!” Kurt took his hand and dragged him into the house. “I know how I can make it up to you.” Blaine looked around.

“I’d love to babe, but isn’t your family home?” Kurt laughed loudly.

“I wasn’t thinking about that, silly. Come here.” He led him in into the living room and made himself comfortable on the couch. He opened his arms and looked up at his boyfriend.

“Cuddles?” he asked and Blaine’s face lit up. He snuggled into Kurt’s embrace and buried his face in his chest.

“Mmm… Your cuddles are the best,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by Kurt’s shirt.

“Movie?” asked Kurt.

“Mmm, you pick. Wait, no! Don’t pick. I don’t want you to get up. You’re warm…” Kurt laughed and kissed the younger boy’s curly hair.

“Then I’m not going anywhere.” Silence filled the room for a few moments. “I’m never leaving you.” Blaine looked up at him.

“Do you mean that? I know we haven’t talked about it, but I just want to make sure we’re on the same page about this. I know it will be hard next year, but I’m more than willing to fight for us. I want us to make it through.” Blaine had changed position in the couch so that their faces were on the same level. “Do you think we can make it?” Kurt smiled because he knew they could. The love they shared was nothing like anything he’d ever seen in sappy, romantic comedies or on TV. No, their love was a new kind of love. It was indescribable really. But if there was one thing that Kurt was sure of, it was that he was willing to fight, too. He knew it’d be hard, but the reward would be the best. He and Blaine would live in New York together. In a year and a half, they would. Kurt reached for Blaine’s hand and laced their fingers together, keeping the other arm around Blaine’s waist to keep him close.

“Yes, I think we can. I’ll do anything to make us stay together. I love you.” Kurt looked deep into his eyes.

“I love you too,” Blaine answered. Neither of them could recall leaning forward, but their lips somehow found each other. That kiss wasn’t like any kiss they’d ever shared before. It was sweet and loving, but it was something more as well. It was a promise. A promise that they would try to make things work, no matter what.

Burt stood in the doorway to the living room and watched the boys speak quietly. They were lying on the couch, impossibly close, just whispering things and kissing sometimes.

“You worry too much about him,” said a soft, female voice from behind. Burt sighed.

“I know…” Carole stepped up next to him, took his hand in hers and rested her head on his shoulder. “All I’ve ever wanted for him is for him to be happy, and he is now. He’s lucky to have Blaine. They’re both good kids.”

“But they’re barely kids anymore, honey. I just need you to remember that. Kurt’s grown up. He will be gone in a few months…” Carole’s voice trailed off as she leaned against her husband. “Do you think they’ll last?” she whispered after a few minutes. Burt watched the two boys for another moment. They had both fallen asleep, their arms tightly wrapped around each other and legs tangled. Kurt let out a small, content sigh and moved a little closer to Blaine in his sleep, burying his face in the crook of Blaine’s neck. Burt smiled and hugged Carole close.

“Yeah, they’ll last.”