Night had just about fallen, and Kurt and Blaine were strolling up the Anderson's driveway.

"Oh, come on, Blaine," Kurt protested. "Romeo and Juliet is toxic. The only reason they're together is because they're naively excited by the prospects of forbidden love."

"What about you? Falling for the leading member of an opposing Glee club," Blaine widened his eyes and opened his mouth in a mock 'o' of surprise. Kurt stared at Blaine, eyebrows raised, silently judging him. They were nearly at the front door now.

"You have to admit it's kind of sweet." Blaine continued. He turned and plucked a deep red carnation from a nearby flowerbed, and held it dramatically in front of him as he spoke. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Kurt tried to remain serious, which wasn't easy, a smile tugging relentlessly at the corners of his mouth. With a roll of his eyes he gave up, took the flower and clutched it to his chest, exaggerated each movement. "'This bud of love by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.'"

"That rhymed!" Blaine grinned. "We could do it, you know. Be the modern Romeo and Juliet. Romeo and Romeo."

Kurt tucked the carnation behind Blaine's ear and cried out in a British accent, "Oh, Romeo, where art thou? Pick up thou cell phone!"

"Romeo! Why dost thou call?"

"Romeo, I'm running away to be with you!"

"Oh, Romeo, how romantic!" Blaine cried, lifting Kurt off his feet and spinning around. "Let us live happily ever after!"

Kurt laughed - at Blaine's ridiculous grin, at the flower behind his ear, at the childish innocence of the game. Blaine lowered Kurt to the ground, but kept his arm around his waist, and opened the front door. The two stumbled inside together, giggling like idiots, each laughing more the more the other laughed.

"Blaine, what on earth are you doing?" Mr Anderson said from the other end of the hallway, his eyes burning. "Get that thing off your ear. Boys don't play with flowers."

Blaine snatched at the carnation and held it behind his back, bowing his head. "Sorry, Dad."

"Oh, you're back," Mrs Anderson said with a warm smile, bumping her suitcase down the stairs. "We thought we might miss you. How was dinner?"

"It was lovely, thanks," Kurt said, smiling back.

"Sweetie, are you sure you're okay with us leaving?" She asked Blaine, concern growing on her face. "We can cancel with the hotel if you want, it's-"

"No, Mom, it's fine," Blaine replied, trying to force a smile.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Come on, Jen, you heard the boy. Let's leave them to it," Mr Anderson huffed, pulling his own suitcase past the boys and out the front door.

"Oh ignore him, he's just worried we'll miss the train," she replied, waving her hand dismissively. "Sorry we can't stay and chat, it was lovely seeing you, dear," she kissed Kurt's cheek and was gone, the door banging shut behind her. With the light from the streetlights gone the hallway was dark, eerily silent. That's not fair. Things were going so well, Blaine thought. But sadness always came back around. These zombies in the park are looking for my heart.

"Blaine…" Kurt whispered after a long pause.

"Just leave it," Blaine replied, hurrying into the front room collapsing face down onto the sofa. He pushed his face into a pillow, groaning in frustration. Kurt noticed the flower on the floor, trodden into the carpet, and carefully picked it up. He followed Blaine, flicked on the light, and perched on the edge of the sofa next to his boyfriend.

"Hey," Kurt said softly, gently stroking Blaine's hair. Blaine twisted to look at Kurt, his eyebrows pulled together to disguise the hurt in his eyes. "Don't let him ruin this weekend, okay? It's just us now. We've got all night. So you know what we're going to do? We're going crack open a tub of Ben and Jerry's, and drink some cocoa with the little marshmallows in while we're waiting for it to soften up a bit. We'll close the curtains and turn out the lights, and we're going to get a blanket, curl up on the sofa and watch The Breakfast Club."

Blaine's expression softened into a smile. "I love you."

Kurt leant forward and gently pressed his lips to Blaine's forehead. "I know. I love you, too."

Blaine watched him head out into the kitchen, listened for the click of the kettle and the crunching of ice in the freezer. Once again, Kurt had lifted him out of a funk as easily and naturally as breathing. Maybe tonight's not the night, Blaine thought, maybe I shouldn't ruin it by telling him just yet.

Rachel picked up a remote and television clicked off with a flash. With her legs crossed, she turned to face Finn. He'd been staring a little left of the screen for almost half an hour, and Rachel had noticed.

"Finn?"

His attention shifted to her.

"What's the matter? You seem really quiet."

"I'm always quiet around you. Generally I just let you do all the talking."

"I know, but there's something else this time. You know you can tell me anything."

"I've just been thinking that, maybe we should be out doing something instead of sitting around watching Rent." He said with a slight shrug, averting his gaze.

"Well that's because we just finished watching Pay it Forward. You know that always makes you want to change the world."

"No, it's not that, it's because-" He caught himself just in time, but Rachel's eyes were boring into him. He sighed, knowing it would probably be easier to just tell her now. She'd force it out of him eventually. And did it really matter if she knew? Blaine was going to have to tell Kurt soon anyway.

"Blaine has cancer," he said quietly.