“Kurt, that’s your phone.” Blaine muttered, rolling over and wishing with all his might that Britney Spears would stop singing. Kurt groaned, stretching and trying to reach for it blindly before realizing Blaine’s body was in the way. Groggily he rolled over to his hands and knees to climb over Blaine and reach into his bag, pulling out his cell phone.

Rachel Berry Calling

Kurt groaned, lying back down on his back next to Blaine and hitting the answer button.

“Rachel, darling?” He asked snarkily, his eyes closed.

“Oh, Kurt, good!” Rachel said, altogether too perky for… eight sixteen in the morning, Kurt discovered, checking the time on his phone.

“Rachel, you know where I am. Why are you calling this early?” Kurt asked.

“Oops! I didn’t wake you and Blaine up, did I?” Rachel asked guiltily. “Mercedes said to wait, but I know you usually get up early so you can jog before the sun’s all the way up… so I thought…”

“Yes, you did.” Kurt cut her off.

“Sorry! Tell Blaine I’m sorry, too.” Rachel said, making her voice as sweet and innocent as she could.

“Rachel says she’s sorry for waking you up.” Kurt said, turning his face to Blaine.

“Hi, Rachel.” Blaine said, moving close to the phone so Rachel could hear him. Kurt smiled when Blaine’s face settled so close to his, and Blaine returned his smile before settling down, his nose touching Kurt’s.

“Hi, Blaine.” Rachel said. Kurt sighed, turning the phone on speakerphone and setting it below their faces on Kurt’s pillow. “Listen, the reason I’m calling is that Mercedes and I have an idea, and we’d like to share it with you two before we go to the whole group about it.” Blaine’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Me included?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Rachel said on the other end of the line. “If you’ll help us. We like having you around, Blaine. Besides, you make Kurt happier and less of a bitch.”

“HEY!” Kurt said, only faking his indignation. Blaine laughed.

“So what’s the idea?” Blaine asked, cutting off his laughter and reaching an arm around Kurt’s waist.

“Well, I was hoping you two could come over here. It’s going to require a lot of planning, and we need your input.” Kurt and Blaine frowned, wondering what it was that she wasn’t telling them.

“Well, my sister’s nanny isn’t going to be here until noon.” Blaine said, knocking sleep from his eyes with his fingers. “But we could grab lunch and head that way after.”

“Yeah, do that. I bet I can get my dads to make dinner, too.” Kurt was concerned now at how much of their day Rachel was planning to take. “I’ll see you guys around one, then?” She asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” Kurt said. “I wish you’d just tell us.”“It’s a surprise, you’re going to love it! See you guys later!” Rachel said brightly.

“Bye, Rachel.” Kurt and Blaine both said, and Kurt hung up the phone, letting it slide off his pillow onto the bed. Blaine pulled Kurt closer to him, resting his forehead against Kurt’s and sliding his arm around his backside so that his hand was against the back of Kurt’s thighs.

“Good morning.” Kurt said quietly.

“Good morning. I like these pants, they’re soft.” Blaine said, twisting some of the fabric between his fingers.

“Silk.” Kurt muttered, snuggling into Blaine.

“Should have known.” Blaine said, moving his arm back up so that it was holding Kurt’s firm body to him as Kurt ducked his head under to lie on Blaine’s chest.

“No you wouldn’t have. And you shouldn’t. That’s my job.” Kurt said. Blaine laughed a little bit.

“How presumptuous of me.”

“It’s too early for big words. And you need to brush your teeth.” Kurt muttered, holding Blaine so closely that Blaine didn’t think Kurt would let him do as commanded if he tried.

“So do you.”

“Sorry, I had my mouth around your dick last night.” Kurt said, causing Blaine to arch into his stomach a little bit and hold his breath. “I don’t see why you’re getting hard right now, it’s not like I’m about to do it again.” Kurt teased. Blaine groaned.

“I’ll have you remember that I had my mouth on yours first.” He said, smirking as he felt Kurt grow hard against him. “Hypocrite.”

“Just touch me, won’t you?” Kurt murmured. There was no way in hell Blaine was going to refuse. Kurt was driving him wild by talking about it. Thinking back, Blaine was pretty sure this was the first time Kurt had said the word ‘dick’ around him.

“I take it you don’t want me to ruin these nice pajamas of yours? Blaine asked, turned on further by the feel of Kurt stiffening against him.

“Right…” Kurt said. Blaine extracted himself from Kurt’s arms and turned Kurt on his back, unbuttoning Kurt’s pajama shirt and sliding the halves off of his chest. Blaine pressed a kiss to the hollow below Kurt’s neck, making him moan. He moved his hands to the sides of Kurt’s chest and placed his thumbs on Kurt’s nipples, moving them outwards in a sharp circle and causing Kurt to squirm. Blaine grinned, removing his hands from Kurt’s chest and moving them to his waist, where he pulled Kurt’s pajama pants down and out of the way, followed by his underwear.

Gently Blaine took Kurt in his hand, but realized he was dry. Looking up, he saw his bottle of lotion on his desk. Wondering why he hadn’t thought to bring it closer to the bed in anticipation of need, Blaine apologized to Kurt and went for the bottle, bringing it back to the bed. He squirted some on his hand and took Kurt in his hand again, fisting down firmly, making Kurt murmur. He continued to work firmly on Kurt, his knees on either side of the younger boy as he watched him sleepily react to every move he made. Blaine took Kurt’s balls in his other hand, pressing them lightly. Kurt’s eyes flew open and he reached for the lotion bottle, putting some on his hand and sticking his hand down Blaine’s pants. Blaine gasped as Kurt gripped him and pulled on Kurt stronger than he would have, causing Kurt to moan and pull on Blaine as well. Blaine moaned in return, letting the feeling go through him before pausing to look Kurt in the eyes.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He said breathlessly. Kurt basked in his declaration, stroking his thumb back and forth at Blaine’s base and smiling as Blaine moaned again. Blaine braced himself above Kurt with the hand not on his penis and looked at Kurt while they both stroked. Blaine was nearly overwhelmed by watching Kurt react while Kurt was touching him as well.

Gradually the two built up steam, watching each other reaction as they moved in tandem. They reached the point where they were both breathless and sweating, Kurt’s eyes closed and Blaine’s beginning to drift that way.

“I’m gonna come, Blaine.” Kurt whispered, and Blaine picked up his pace a little until Kurt did come, briefly pausing on Blaine as he did. Kurt’s bliss brought Blaine all the more closer, and it wasn’t long after Kurt started pumping him again that he came as well, biting out Kurt’s name before plopping down on the bed next to him.

“Your pants are ruined.” Kurt said, rolling over to face Blaine, stealing a glance at the wet spot on his crotch.

“I don’t care, that was fantastic.” Blaine said. Kurt nodded in agreement, but realized Blaine’s eyes were closed and settled on kissing him on the forehead before rolling over to the Kleenexes on the bedside table and swabbing himself off. He pulled his pants and boxer briefs back up and settled back into Blaine’s arms.

After about ten minutes of gentle cuddling, Kurt sighed.

“I’m going to go wash off really quick and then start on breakfast.” Kurt said, making Blaine sigh. “You should probably take a shower.”

“Probably.” Blaine said, making a face. Kurt laughed, kissing him on the nose.

He climbed over Blaine and off the bed, took his toothbrush and toothpaste from his bag and walked into Blaine’s bathroom. Like the bedroom, Blaine’s bathroom was green and neglected. Faded, worn-out green towels hung from the walls and all of Blaine’s toiletries were in a little pile in the corner of the sink. He brushed his teeth and washed his hands and abdomen, the high water pressure drowning out any sound behind him as he splashed a bit of water onto his face. He turned for a towel to find Blaine standing behind him, holding one out to him.

“Ninja.” Kurt muttered, trying to take the towel from his boyfriend. Blaine shook his head, grinning as he held the towel fast. He took each of Kurt’s wrists in turn, wiping his hands off before dabbing the water from his stomach.

“There. All dry.” Blaine announced. “You should comb your hair, it looks like something got ahold of you.” He said with a smirk, leaning around Kurt to the sink, taking his toothbrush and toothpaste.

“You should talk.” Kurt said, examining their disheveled appearances in the mirror. It was incredibly sexy, he realized, to see their effects on each other this way. Blaine’s hair was flattened on one side of his head but pulled straight out of his curls on the other, and he had light stubble growing in around his jaw that he would normally never let Kurt see. Kurt could see his own stubble as well, but it was so light and delicate he didn’t think Blaine would notice. Blaine was right to notice Kurt’s hair, though: the fair hairs were piled on top of each other in every which way, giving him the most splendid bedhead anyone could ever achieve. Lending more to their wanton appearances, the hickey on Kurt’s chest was still visible.

Kurt retrieved his comb from his bag in the room and returned while Blaine was still brushing his teeth. Blaine kept brushing until Kurt was done combing, which the younger boy tested by running the comb through his hair a few more times than usual just to see how long Blaine would keep his toothpaste in his mouth.

“Now I can say good morning the right way.” Blaine said after spitting and rinsing.

“I’d say the way we started as pretty damn right…” Kurt said, rolling his eyes. Blaine laughed, turning to him.

“Not sweet enough.” He said gently, and Kurt couldn’t help but smile as Blaine took his hands in his, entwining their fingers as he tipped his head up to catch his boyfriend’s lips. Their mouths were both cold from the mint of their toothpastes, but Kurt couldn’t help giggle at their flavors. Blaine’s was vanilla, sweet and light. Kurt’s toothpaste was lemon flavored, which was more sour and had a bite to it.

“We taste like a pastry.” Kurt murmured a beat after the kiss ended. Blaine giggled; pressing his lips lightly back against Kurt’s again.

“It’s funny because you’re usually the sweet one.” Blaine mused, reaching up and running his fingers through Kurt’s hair. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“I think we’re both so sickly sweet that we’re going to melt.” He said, scrunching his nose at his boyfriend.

“Guess that’s an excuse not to get in that shower.”

“Then I wouldn’t have you anyway.” Kurt teased, making Blaine pout.

“Maybe you are the sour one.” Blaine said, scrunching his nose back at Kurt.

“Shoo! I have food to make.” Kurt said, playfully pushing Blaine toward the shower.

“Fine.” Blaine sighed, playfully dismayed as he turned around and made to obey orders.

“Oh, but one more thing.” Kurt said, pulling at Blaine’s t-shirt until the older boy turned around. The second he saw Blaine’s confused look, he let his smile explode from his face and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck and kissing him forcefully. Dazedly, Blaine slung his arms around Kurt’s waist and kissed the younger boy back.

“I like waking up with you.” Kurt said as a breathless explanation after ending the kiss, taking Blaine’s hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Blaine smiled, and Kurt could see that he was lightly blushing.

“I like waking up with you, too.” He said seriously, his eyes soft. “Even if Rachel Berry interrupts.” He added the last bit in a flippant tone, grinning and losing his momentary seriousness. Kurt winced.

“Never again.”

“Go make food, I’m hungry.” Blaine said, kissing Kurt beside his eye. Kurt smiled and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He went back over to his bag and put on deodorant and buttoned his pajama shirt. Just as he was leaving the room he heard the shower start.

Kurt descended the Andersons’ large staircase to find the girls still in their sleeping bags, though Jessie was awake and looking at him as he reached the bottom. She smiled at him, and Kurt smiled back, tipping his head in the direction of the kitchen. Jessie climbed out of the sleeping bag and followed him in.

“Good morning, Miss Jessie. How are you this morning?” He asked, looking in the Andersons’ refrigerator to figure out what breakfast foods were available. He pulled eggs, milk, ham and cheese from the refrigerator and set them on the island.

“I’m good. How’s your lip?” She asked. It took Kurt a few seconds to figure out what she was talking about, especially after his internal freak-out the night before over how puffy his lip was after he finished with Blaine.

“Oh, it’s fine. Your brother was totally overreacting about it.” He said. “Can you find me a skillet and some vegetable oil? I think your brother told you I was going to make breakfast, and I want to make some omelets as well as pancakes.” He said, and Jessie set about the task.

“What did you do to your lip, anyway? Bite it?” Kurt had to try hard not to laugh as he remembered that Jessie didn’t know what happened to his lip in the first place. It seemed downright angelic in comparison.

“Yeah, bit it.” He said, taking the materials from her and setting her after the dry materials for the pancakes. When she brought them and a bowl back, he set her on the island and directed her on beginning to make them as he started on the omelets. He was particularly surprised when he had to teach her how to crack an egg.

“Jessica I-Don’t-Know-Your-Middle-Name Anderson, are you telling me that you’re nine years old and don’t know how to crack an egg?” He said, the aghast tone of his voice only half-faked. Jessie shrugged.

“Natalie.” Jessie supplied. “Jessica Natalie Anderson. And no one’s ever taught me to cook. How’d you learn?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Well, my mom taught me the basics when I was really little, and then I had my babysitters teach me until I was old enough to start learning for myself. Rachel Ray helps, too.” He said, demonstrating how to crack an egg for his omelet now that his ham in the other pan had cooked.

“Why’d your mom stop teaching you?” Jessie asked, watching him. Kurt took a deep breath and sighed, turning back to her.

“Well, she died.” Kurt said softly before sprinkling some cheese into his omelet.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” Jessie said guiltily. Kurt gave her a small smile.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know. Besides, it’s not like I don’t know she’s gone.” Kurt said with a little smile. “But I am going to teach you how to crack an egg. Here, hold it like this.” He said, demonstrating and walking her through the steps without actually cracking the egg. He let her do it, and smiled as she did it almost perfectly. He picked the little bit of shell that had fallen in out and gave her the egg in his hand.

“That was great, Jessie. Here, do it again.” He said. Concentrating, she did it again, this time managing to get the egg in without the shell.“I DID IT!” She screamed ecstatically, clapping her hands and beaming at Kurt.

“You did! That’s great!” Kurt said, smiling as Jessie moved to give him a hug.

“What’s being accomplished in here?” Blaine asked, entering the room. Jessie turned around, beaming at her older brother.

“Kurt taught me to crack an egg!” She answered him. Kurt smiled, trying not to blush at the pleased look on Blaine’s face.

“She did it without getting any shell in on her second try. The girl’s a natural!” Kurt answered, turning back to the omelet and flipping it.

“Nice one, Jess. If there’s anyone to learn to cook from, it’s Kurt. Actually, go wake up Allie. I’ll stir this, and when you get back you can help make the pancakes on the skillet.” He said, lifting his little sister from the island and watching as she left the kitchen. As soon as she was gone, he walked over to Kurt and put his neck on Kurt’s shoulder, looping his arms around him.

“How is it the past two times I’ve walked into this kitchen, you’ve been doing something wonderful for my little sister?” He asked, watching over Kurt’s shoulder as the younger boy scooped the omelet off of the skillet and onto the plate before turning around in his arms.

“Jessie’s sweet.” Was all he said, smiling.

“You’re sweet.” Blaine countered, standing on his tiptoes and kissing him before landing back on his heels, turning around to stir the pancake batter as Kurt diligently began another omelet.

“I’m just glad she likes me.” Kurt admitted as he pushed chunks of ham around with the spatula.

“Of course she likes you.” Blaine said, reminding Kurt of that time around Valentines’ day when Blaine was surprised Kurt didn’t take it for granted that he knew the younger boy’s coffee order.

Jessie came back in and Blaine showed her how to help him finish stirring the batter. Kurt interrupted and contradicted something Blaine said more than once, causing the older boy to roll his eyes and tell his sister to do what Kurt told him to.

Allie wandered in, dragging a blanket behind her and plopping down on the floor disinterested as they worked.

“Allie, what time is your mom picking you up?” Blaine asked, beginning to show Jessie how to scoop pancake batter onto the electric skillet.

“Ten-thirty.” Allie said sleepily.

“Do you want an omelet, Allie?” Kurt asked, taking the third omelet off the skillet.

“No thank you.” Allie said. Kurt and Blaine both covered laughter. Kurt turned the oven off and put the skillet he had been working on in the sink, opening the bottom cabinet to look for soap. Blaine turned to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m going to do the dishes.” He said, snatching the soap away. “You help Jessie with the pancakes, master chef.”

“You keep calling him ‘master,’ do you always do that?” Allie asked sleepily from the other side of the room. Kurt and Blaine both bent over in half from laughter that they weren’t even bothering to restrain.

“No.” They answered at the same time, sending them into further laughter. Jessie looked down at them from the counter, confused.

“Kurt, I think the bubbles are stopping!” She said, pointing at the pancake.

“Okay, good, see if you can scoot the spatula under the pancake, and if you can, flip it over.” He said breathlessly. Jessie did as directed, accomplishing her task on the first try, but smearing the batter a little bit. Kurt gave her a high five and set her on to starting another one, this time showing her how to make it a smiley face.

Eventually the four set about sitting down tat the small four-person table in the kitchen to eat the meal Kurt, Jessie and Blaine had concocted.

“I have half a mind to start calling you master.” Blaine whispered in Kurt’s ear as they sat down next to each other, earning him an elbow in the ribs. The four talked and ate, and Kurt and Blaine made a large deal out of telling Jessie just how good the pancakes tasted.

Kurt, the last to finish, was just done eating when Allie’s mom showed up for her. The little girl grabbed her things and stumbled out sleepily, forgetting to thank Jessie and Blaine for allowing her to stay and coming back in five minutes to say a quick “thank you for inviting me.” Before leaving again.

Kurt made to pick up his dishes, but Blaine put a forceful arm out in front of him, giving him a firm look.

“Don’t even think about it.” Blaine said, picking up Kurt’s dish and walking to the sink. Kurt looked at Jessie and rolled his eyes. “Do you want to go take a shower?” Blaine asked from the sink.

Kurt ran a hand through his hair, hating the oily, gross feeling of having sweated in it. He was pretty gross all around, really.

“Go on, use mine. We’ll be down here when you’re done.” Blaine said, turning around and giving Kurt a little smile.

“Okay, thanks.” Kurt said with a returning smile and left the room.Blaine’s face fell a little as his boyfriend left. Even as necessary as it was, he felt a little let down every time one of them left the room for more than a second without a little kiss or a hand squeeze or other small acknowledgement. How long had they been that sort of couple, Blaine wondered, that it was such a constant? He didn’t think they were too touchy-feely…

“Kurt’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?” Jessie asked from the table. Blaine shot out of his reverie to look at his little sister, kicking her legs back and forth and grinning at him in triumph.

“How’d you figure that out?” Blaine said, shocked. Shocked and worried, really. They hadn’t been that loud, had they? Blaine’s blood began to run cold. What if she slipped and mentioned it to their parents? Then he’d be in trouble for not only having a boyfriend, but for bringing his boyfriend around Jessie.

“It’s kind of obvious.” Jessie snickered, picking up her plate and the one Allie had left and bringing them to the sink, standing next to Blaine. “You guys look at each other more than boys usually do, and when you do it’s all gooey. I can’t remember you ever having someone stay the night. You’re always with him, and you’ve told me about him before, and you’re always smiling when you’re talking about him. He makes you happy, doesn’t he?” She asked, catching him off guard.

“Yeah,” Blaine smiled, “he does.”

“I can tell. You’ve been a lot happier this summer.” Jessie said, scraping the plates into the garbage disposal. “How long have you been dating him?”

“Just over two months. But we’ve known been friends since November, so it feels like a lot longer.” Blaine explained. It was true, he felt like he had been in a relationship with Kurt for seven months instead of two. He always became flustered with Wes and David’s remarks on how he and Kurt were ‘painfully obvious’ the entire time Kurt was at Dalton, but they had a point.

“Does that make a difference?” Jessie asked, handing Blaine the plates to put in the dishwasher.

“Yeah, it really does.” Blaine said, setting the plates down inside. Blaine felt as though a weight had been taken off his chest by talking about Kurt with Jessie. It had been physically straining him to lie to his little sister about such a big part of his life. But Blaine couldn’t help but feel a little panicky over the idea of his parents finding out. “Listen, Jess…”

“I’m not going to tell them, Blaine.” Jessie said softly. Blaine was beginning to wonder where a nine-year-old learned to be so perceptive. “I remember when they yelled at you last time.” Blaine tried to give her a little smile, but he knew they were both thinking about “last time:” the Sadie Hawkins dance.

It had gone worse than the beating, Blaine remembered. It was weird to remember how young Jessie had been at the time.

“You’re the best, Jess.” Blaine said with a smile, bending over to kiss her on the top of the forehead. Jessie just smiled. They continued to clean the kitchen in a comfortable silence until Kurt bounced into the kitchen. He had on that hat again, but this time he wore tight jean capri-type shorts that went to just over his knee instead of the short pants he had been wearing the day before and a faux-faded red short sleeved cardigan over a white t-shirt.

“That hat covering something?” Blaine asked with a smirk. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Well, my hair’s still damp because I couldn’t find a hairdryer, so yes. But I did plan to wear it again today so I wouldn’t have to put it in my bag.”

“Oh, forgot.” Blaine said with a laugh. “I don’t have one. My hair poofs like an afro if I blow dry it.” Blaine said with a laugh.

“Mine too.” Jessie said from behind Blaine. “Kurt, can you do my hair again today?” She asked a little sheepishly. Kurt smiled.

“Bring me a comb and I’ll do it.” Kurt said with a winning smile. Jessie smiled back.

“You should know,” Blaine said, leaning on the island counter, “that Miss Jessica figured out that we’re dating.” He shot Jessie a look and she grinned deviously. Kurt’s eyebrows lifted, but he couldn’t help but beam at how happy Blaine seemed about it.

“Uh oh, am I in for a ‘don’t hurt my brother or else’ speech?” He asked, not able to stop smiling as he watched Blaine’s reaction to his little sister out of the corner of his eye.

“Just take it for granted.” Jessie said with a matching smile. Kurt had a feeling Blaine was about to burst.

“Well, go get that hairbrush and I’ll do your hair, I have the perfect idea.” Kurt said, and Jessie smiled again and ran off.

As soon as she was out of the room, Kurt and Blaine both started walking toward each other instantly, and when they met Kurt ambushed Blaine with a tight hug. Kurt pulled back and kissed Blaine lightly.

“I know this means a lot to you.” He whispered, his forehead against Blaine’s. He smiled and began to bounce up and down a little bit out of giddiness. Blaine laughed and started to bounce up and down, too.

“What are you guys doing?” Jessie asked, reappearing in the doorway. Kurt and Blaine nearly fell over from laughing.

“We’re just excited you know we’re dating.” Blaine admitted.

“Then you could have just told me in the first place. You guys aren’t going to start kissing, are you? Lucy Montgomery is always kissing boys at the country club and I hate it. Kissing is gross.” She said, pulling a face and sticking out her tongue.

“I couldn’t agree more, Jessie.” Kurt said, scrunching his nose at Blaine and laughing. Blaine rolled his eyes. “Come on, let’s do that hair.”

Kurt put Jessie’s hair in a ballerina bun on the top of her head, with some of her shorter curls peeking around the edges of her face.

“You’ll hear other girls talking about messy buns,” Kurt said as he showed her what her hair looked like in the toaster again, “but don’t do it. Your hair has texture already, so you don’t need all the pieces everywhere. They’ll just look cluttery.”

“Thanks, Kurt. Why do you know this stuff?” She asked.

“I read a lot of magazines. I want to design clothes someday.” Kurt said with a smile. Jessie nodded.

“Speaking of clothes, you need to change, Jess. Therese will be here in an hour and won’t be pleased if she gets here and you’re still in your pajamas.” Blaine said, pointing her upstairs. Jessie sighed and went.

Exactly at noon, the nanny arrived. Again, Kurt was taken aback by how impersonal Blaine was with the nanny. Kurt had already retrieved his bag from Blaine’s room, so the two left almost immediately after she arrived, each giving Jessie a hug before exiting the house and getting into Blaine’s car.

“So, I take it Therese wasn’t your nanny?” Kurt asked, looking over at Blaine as they pulled away from the house. The older boy nodded.

“My nanny was an Italian woman named Felicita.” He said the name with a particularly pretty accent. “She was Jessie’s too, obviously. My parents let her go after I came out to them.” Kurt winced.

“They blamed her?” Kurt asked, knowing they were getting on a hard subject for Blaine. Kurt still didn’t know all the details about Blaine’s coming out.

“They said she had facilitated it. It was dumb. I was in high school. But they tried to change as much as possible. I remember overhearing my parents talking about how Jessie was still young enough that ‘things’ could be prevented from spreading.” Blaine said wearily.

“That’s ridiculous.” Kurt said, frowning. “How old were you?” He held his breath, waiting to see how Blaine would answer. Kurt had never pressed for the details on what happened to Blaine before.

“Nearly fifteen.” Blaine said, his voice low as he got on the highway and sped the car up. “It was an after-effect of that Sadie Hawkins dance I told you about.” Kurt’s frown grew in intensity as he waited to see if Blaine would go on. He did.

“We… we ended up in the hospital.” Kurt gasped. “I had a concussion and a fractured wrist, and Robbie, my date, had a broken collarbone. A couple that had gone out back of the school to make out found us and got the principal, who called for the ambulance and called my dad’s cell. He had already been picking us up from the dance, which he thought we were just going to together like any normal friends. He and my mom got to the hospital at different times, and started asking questions.” Blaine swallowed. “Finally Mom came across Robbie’s mother, who knew he was gay and that we were going to the dance together. She told her, and my mother fainted. They came in and asked me if it was true, and I said yes. My dad was furious. When they brought me home, he couldn’t stop yelling. Jessie was seven at the time, and she was really scared.”

Kurt put a hand on Blaine’s back, rubbing softly. He wanted to take Blaine in his arms and hold him, but of course that wasn’t possible with Blaine driving. Kurt was lucky. Blaine wasn’t.

“He told me never to act on it. He told me if I did, there’d be consequences. That’s why I can’t tell them about you, Kurt.” Blaine said, looking over at Kurt apologetically. Kurt ran his hand through Blaine’s hair.

“It’s okay. And now Jessie knows!” He said with a small smile that Blaine returned, turning his eyes back to the road. He took Kurt’s hand and held it to his lips, pressing a kiss against it for a few seconds.

“The two of you mean the world to me.” He said, resting their hands on the armrest between them, his fingers laced with Kurt’s. “I’m really glad you two could meet.”