The first Friday night didn't compare to the others. It was so new and exciting that Kurt didn't think anything could top it. The ones that followed were beautiful, and days of biology, coffee, Wicked rehearsal, and time in between were also on Kurt's scale of awesome. Still, that first one with Singing in the Rain would be the Friday to remember.

Blaine fit in well with Kurt's friends, and by friends Kurt meant Rachel and Finn. He hadn't met so many others here at school yet. Not like it mattered at the moment he had Blaine. Rachel had dropped her cold bitchy act toward Blaine but still frequently complained about her role as Madame Morrible. Kurt apologized relentlessly for it but Blaine was too nice for his own good and would sit and listen. Finn talked football with Blaine, which was nice since Kurt knew very little.

And with great luck Kurt hadn't come across Penny or her annoying hamster of a brother Sebastian. He had spotted them a few times in the union but was good with staying out of view usually dragging Blaine with him. Kurt never did tell Blaine of the last annoying encounter of the Smythe Clan kind. It didn't seem too important. There was no way Kurt was breaking up with Blaine because some dizty bottled blonde told him to.

Kurt glanced up from his biology notes at Blaine relaxing on the futon with his own notebook. His pencil tapped rhythmically and his mouth quietly sang the words to some song Kurt couldn't quite make out. Either way around it Blaine was looking to be more into the song than studying for their next exam. Kurt watched him with a little pride for a moment.

"Do you think I'm boring?" Kurt asked leaning on the crossbar of his loft bed.

Blaine stopped his lip-syncing and looked up to Kurt. His eyes were slightly wide trying to process the question as though he was trying to solve some kind of difficult math problem.

"Are you kidding me? You're the single most interesting boy in all of Ohio." Blaine set his book and notes aside on the floor. He scooted over on the futon so that he was positioned next to the crossbar where Kurt laid his chin.

Kurt gave him a thin weary smile. "I'm glad you think so."

"Is there a reason you ask?"

With slight hesitation Kurt replied, "Not really."

Blaine bowed his head forward directing his gaze straight at Kurt. His hazel eyes piercing into Kurt melting him. "Kurt."

In Blaine's hands Kurt's name held so much power. Kurt sat back and turned his attention back to the notes on cells. He pretended to be reading them when in reality he just needed another place to look that wasn't Blaine's eyes.

"I was just curious Blaine, nothing to get upset over."

It was Blaine's turn to lean on the crossbar. He wrapped his arms around it and hung slightly off the futon. He was smiling at Kurt. Damn that smile of his.

"What did you mean by boring?" Blaine asked.

Kurt clenched his jaw and slowly glanced over at Blaine. There was another meaning behind it but Kurt was not all for disclosing that information right now. It was stupid to bring it up. He cleared his throat.

"I just…never thought of myself as an interesting person that's all. I like scarves, men's fashion. I could tell you the year and month just by looking at a Vogue magazine cover. That's just sad to most people. I'm not even sure what I consider it."

"You're rambling again." Blaine sighed and moved back on the futon. "Come here."

Kurt turned a little pink. "Finn is going to be back soon."

A cheeky smile played on Blaine's lips. "Kurt. You're blushing."

This only made him blush further. Kurt hung his head and fidgeted in his chair. Nervously he reached his hand up to fix his hair. Blaine chuckled.

"Come on." He said again opening his arms for Kurt.

Kurt pursed his lips only debating for a second. He stood up and casually sat down on the other side futon. Blaine rolled his eyes. He grabbed Kurt by the arm and pulled him over. Kurt let out a small cry of surprise as he toppled sideways onto Blaine's chest.

They laughed for a minute. When they stopped Blaine took a deep breath and let it out.

"I don't date boring or uninteresting people." Blaine said.

Kurt scowled. Sebastian crossed his mind and for that instant Kurt thought about saying something. Blaine, however, continued.

"You couldn't be boring if you tried. And if you did try to be boring I think I would be offended."

Kurt lifted his head to make eye contact with Blaine, his anger subsiding. "I do like to try and keep things interesting. I thought my outfits were an indicator of that."

"Then stop being silly asking me if you're boring." Blaine said. "And I love the way you dress."

Kurt smiled and went back to laying his head on Blaine's chest. Blaine took his hand and entwined his finger's with Kurt. "You know what I'd love to see? That blazer you are always talking about. I mean I've seen pictures in your room, but I they pale in comparison to seeing it in real life."

Blaine laughed quietly his chest vibrating in a fashion that caused Kurt's head to bounce a little. He smiled at this. "Next time I'm down in Westerville I will make sure to grab it."

When Blaine's thumb rubbed the back of his hand, Kurt went to doing the same. He stared at their hands moving together as one. "I wanted to talk to you about that. I hope this doesn't sound forward or creepy, but, I was hoping you'd spend Thanksgiving at my house. I want you to meet my dad and my step-mom."

When Blaine didn't respond right away Kurt quickly rambled on.

"It's just because you live so close and you'll be there for Thanksgiving I figured-it's too much too fast isn't it?" Kurt sat up burying his face in his hands. Blaine's voice found him again. He pulled Kurt's hands from his eyes.

"No. I'd love to meet your family, the rest of it. It's just I'm actually going out of state for Thanksgiving this year. My aunt is having it at her house in Illinois." Blaine frowned, he didn't let go of Kurt's hands since pulling them from his face.

Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine. There was regret and guilt in his eyes and there was no way for Kurt to be angry with him. Kurt smiled sadly and nodded.

"It's alright. It was worth a shot."

"I swear, Christmas, I'm all yours." Blaine said. He leaned over and Kurt leaned in. Their lips were just about to touch when the door knob jiggled and Finn came into the room. Blaine and Kurt flew back and were on opposite ends of the futon. Kurt was ridged his eyes staring at a blank spot on the wall. Blaine was rubbing the back of his neck trying to look casual. Finn froze in the doorway, his hand still on the doorknob. He knew he had almost walked in on something private. The expression on his face was that of a teenage who caught their parents doing the nasty. The air was intensely awkward.

"Uhh. Hey, guys." Finn let the door close now. He glanced over to Kurt's deak, saw the textbook and went for it. "Getting some studying done?"

Kurt cleared his throat. "Y-yes. We have an exam tomorrow." he finally moved his gaze around but still kept it from Finn.

Finn nodded stiffly. He gave a fake cough and turned his back pretending to be busy at his dresser. Blaine snatched up his books and shoved them into his bag.

"I should really go." Blaine stood up slinging his bag over his head and onto his shoulder. "I'll see you later Kurt."

He gave Kurt a real quick awkward kiss on the cheek and left. Kurt kept a poker face on. He smoothed his jeans and picked at the random pieces of fuzz. Finn shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and turned to Kurt. They were silent. A minute later when neither of them moved, Finn cleared his throat. A cocky smile formed in the corners of his mouth. "So. Studying, eh?"

"Kurt are listening to me?" Rachel snapped her fingers in Kurt's face from the front passenger seat. He blinked and his eyes rolled to focus on Rachel. He had zoned out he wasn't sure how long back. The last thing he remembered hearing from Rachel was something about her wanting to go to New York for winter break, probably to try her luck on Broadway. She often spoke about how one day she was just going to leave Ohio and make it big on Broadway because, as Kurt understood it, she was so talented.

"Sorry Rachel I was thinking. But I'm sure you'll be great." Kurt replied. Usually praise worthy compliments were safe whenever zoning back into a Rachel conversation.

She turned in the seat further, "I asked if you invited Blaine for Thanksgiving."

Kurt sat there for a second and nodded. "Oh. Yes I did. But he's going to be out of town. Out of state actually."

"That sucks dude, I'm sorry." Finn said, his eyes still on the road.

"It's fine. He promised me Christmas so I'm holding him to that. Besides, I haven't told dad about Blaine so much yet. I mentioned there was a boy last time he called. I haven't told him about having a boyfriend yet." Kurt flicked a fuzz from Rachel's excessively fluffy scarf that had fallen onto his leg.

"You know he'll be supportive of you Kurt." Rachel said with a smile.

Kurt bit his lip. "I know he will, but it doesn't make me any less nervous. At least this way I can introduce him to the idea of Blaine and then for Christmas they can meet."

Finn looked in the rearview mirror at Kurt and smirked. "There's a way to look at it. Besides, I think Burt and mom…I mean Dad and Mom are going to be heading out of town for most of the holidays." He looked to Rachel mischievously.

Kurt sat at attention in the back. "They are?" This was the first time Kurt was hearing about this.

"Dude I thought they told you? They're going on some three-year honeymoon thing. They're leaving after Christmas and won't be back till New Years. Mom told me the other day."

Kurt put on chilled expression to show Finn that it really didn't bother him that he wasn't informed of this. It wasn't anything to get too upset about but he would have liked to had known. He thought it was very romantic and he was happy for his Dad and Carol…Mom….no she was still Carol. As much as Kurt loved her she would never take the title of Mom officially. That was reserved for the one he lost.

"The house to ourselves?" Rachel asked with a dream like voice. She reached over and took Finn's hand.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Mercedes should be in town." he said carefully. "Perhaps a good old McKinley get together?"

This idea excited Rachel more. She let go of Finn's hand. He pouted.

"That is a fantastic idea! Maybe we could go back to the old Glee room and see Mr. Schue." Rachel gushed, stars in her eyes. "Tina will still be there, and Artie. And if we visit right after our exams we can visit them while they're still in school!"

Kurt knew Rachel just wanted a chance at some boasting rights also she wanted to check out who had become a new lead soloist of the New Directions. Jealous knew no bounds with her. It would be nice to go back and see McKinley again. Plus, Kurt could use that chance to show Blaine around. He was excited about this.

The remaining time back to Lima they put on a mixed CD with their favorite songs they had done in Glee club over the years. Kurt glanced to the empty seat beside him wishing that Blaine were there with them. He took out his phone and saw a text waiting with Blaine's name.

Miss you already. See you after the break! -B

Kurt smiled and his finger danced across the screen.

Enjoy Illinois. Ohio and I will miss too. But mostly me. :)

Send.

"So his name is Blaine?" Burt Hummel asked. He was working on mashing potatoes. He wasn't very good at it. Kurt came in and took the bowl from his.

"Yes. He's a freshmen too, music studies major. He's 5'8" with hazel eyes and dark hair and lives in Westerville. Anything else you want to know?" Kurt kept his attention on the bowl of potatoes.

Burt wiped his hands clean on a dishtowel and shrugged. "He treat you….okay and all that? I uhh don't need details."

Kurt glanced up and gave his dad an displeased expression. "He's very nice and polite if that is what you're asking." It probably wasn't. Burt nodded considering.

"Good."

Kurt poured a splash of milk into the potato bowl. "Dad, Blaine is really great. And don't worry we haven't done…anything." he said carefully not exactly wanting to have this conversation with him here and now. Burt looked just as uncomfortable as Kurt.

"Ah, too much." Burt chuckled nervously. "But I'm glad you found someone. And the uh, musical that's going well too?" He put his finger into the bowl and scooped out some mashed potatoes. Kurt made a face and smacked his dad's hand away.

"Wut?" Burt asked with a smirk, his mouth full.

Kurt shook his head and continued to mash.

"It's fine. Opening night is in two weeks, you and Carol will be there right?" Kurt looked a little worried. Burt swallowed and dried his finger off on the pant of his jean.

"Are you kidding me? Of course we'll be there. You just try and stop us." Burt said.

Kurt smiled. It was nice to be home again for the first time since the end of summer.

"But really, I'm very happy for you." Burt clapped his hand on Kurt's back sending him forward a little. The bowl of fresh mashed potatoes almost fell from his grasp. Burt gripped Kurt's shoulder and gave him one of those proud father smiles. They shared the smile for a moment before Carol came bustling in looking for the potatoes. She took them from Kurt and ordered them both to the table as dinner was almost ready.