Blaine had smiled when Kurt started talking about Parson's – which he had looked into more and found suited him perfectly – and Blaine had divulged in his own little fantasy of New York too.

They had only been alone for half an hour when Blaine mentioned their future together. He was sat with his back against the headboard while Kurt sat in between his legs, his head resting back on Blaine's chest.

“Do you think we can do it?” Blaine asked, a finger trailing up Kurt's arm.

Kurt smiled and tilted his head so he could see Blaine upside-down. “I think we can do anything,” he replied.

Blaine grinned. “Really?”

Kurt laughed lightly and settled against Blaine's chest again. “We got your sister to approve of us, anything can happen now.”

Feeling Blaine's laugh rumble against his head was one of the most satisfying feelings Kurt could ever have. He got up and turned around in Blaine's arms, planting his hands either side of Blaine's head. Blaine's eyes were fascinating, golden honey with flecks of hazel and framed beautifully by his fan of eyelashes, Kurt truly believed he could look into them all day.

“I love you so much,” Blaine whispered, his bottom lip trembling a little bit.

“I love you too,” Kurt said equally as quiet. “And I'm never saying goodbye to you.”

Blaine smiled one of his devastating smiles and kissed Kurt chastely.

“Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurt!”

The scream was heard all over the house, and Kurt frowned, knowing that his time with Blaine was about to be cut short.

A bang came from the door as Rachel barged in. Scrambling away from each other, Kurt and Blaine both looked up to see Rachel in a black dress, her damp hair piled on top of her head and a make-up free face.

“Kurt! I really need to borrow you,” Rachel whined. “I have no idea what to wear tonight and my hair is a mess!”

Kurt sighed. “What you're wearing is nice,”

Rachel stomped her feet a little bit and Kurt reluctantly stood up, grabbing Blaine's hand when he went to move away.

“No, no, no. You have to suffer through this with me,” Kurt murmured as Rachel ran back to her room.

Blaine groaned, but let himself be dragged to his sister's room.

They settled on Rachel's bed, but this time Kurt leaned against the headrest while Blaine lay sideways, his head resting on Kurt's lap while he closed his eyes and drifted off.

Kurt watched as Rachel showed her different outfits off, absent-mindedly playing with Blaine's curly hair, which was thankfully free from gel that day.

“I still think the black dress is the best one Rachel,” Kurt lamented as Rachel stepped out in a hideous white blouse and dumpy red skirt.

Rachel nodded. “Well, ok then,” she agreed.

“What time does Finn arrive?” Blaine asked calmly, his eyes still closed as Kurt started to massage his scalp.

Rachel glanced around her room, looking for a clock. “At about half sev-oh my God! I only have five minutes to get ready!”

She started to frantically pull on her dress, let her hair down and blow dried it before starting on her make up. Kurt watched, slightly amused until the doorbell rang.

“I'll get it,” Blaine said softly, getting up from his spot and heading out of the door.

“What-what lipstick should I wear Kurt? Help me!” Rachel asked, still panicked.

Kurt stood up and looked at her selection. “Definitely not red. Maybe this colour? Highland Mist?” he suggested, picking up a square tube.

“Oh!” Rachel said, as though it was the most obvious answer. “Of course.”

Kurt unscrewed the lipstick and motioned for Rachel to tilt her head back. He carefully pressed it to her lips, gliding it easily. Just as he had finished applying, he handed her a tissue and Rachel asked, “what would I do without you?”

Kurt laughed at this. “Probably end up wearing a nun's costume that Blaine picked out for you.”

“Hey!” Blaine said angrily from the door. “I resent that. She would look lovely in a nun's outfit. Oh and yeah, Finn's here.”

Kurt laughed a little bit when Rachel practically zoomed out of the room, running back to grab her bag and shoes and then sprinting downstairs again.

“Did you have the big brother talk with him?” Kurt asked as he reached out for Blaine's hand.

Blaine chuckled. “No … a couple of weeks ago we spoke and said that we both felt the same way.”

Kurt smiled, nudging Blaine with his shoulder as his boyfriend pulled him across the hall to his bedroom.

“That's adorable,” Kurt said quietly, kissing one of Blaine's knuckles.

“Thank you,” Blaine replied, his blinking increasing along with his heart rate as Kurt glanced at him through his eyelashes.

“I love you,” Kurt whispered.

“I like you too,” Blaine said happily.

Kurt laughed at this. “You said it wrong,” he said, smiling.

Blaine pouted. “Don't laugh,”

“I'm sorry honey,” Kurt amended, stepping closer to him affectionately. “I do love you though.”

“And I still love you, even though you make fun of me,” Blaine said, smiling despite his pretence. “I might go for Italian lessons again though … I used to do it at Dalton and I really liked it.”

“You should,” Kurt said, but then grinned. “As long as you don't start sleeping with the tutor!”

Blaine laughs, but his eyes are smouldering. “Why would I look at anyone else when I have you right here?”

Kurt gulped, because he knew that look in Blaine's eyes was going to make all of his blood travel South.

Blaine grinned devilishly and stepped forward, kissing along Kurt's neck.

“So, how about I lock the door and you take off that top?” Blaine murmured into Kurt's ear.

Blaine liked watching his boyfriend get dressed after they had sex. It was nice because Blaine knew that he was the only one who got to see Kurt like this; so domestic and completely his. And Blaine didn't think he'd be like that, but he really was when it came to Kurt.

And that's why he grinned when Kurt fussed over his wrinkled jeans, even though he was the one that threw them across the room.

Suddenly, cutting through Blaine's bliss, there was a sharp knock at the door.

“Boys, we need to speak to you, so come downstairs.”

It was Hiram.

Blaine's fathers must have come home when they were napping, because they were sure they were out when Rachel had left for her date, and they were sure they would have heard them come in when they were having sex.

Nevertheless, Blaine jumped out of his bed and scrambled for his boxers, trying to find a clean shirt and only just noticed how Kurt's face had drained of all colour.

As they descended the stairs, Kurt's hand clutched Blaine's as though they were going to be pulled apart.

Blaine really hoped that wasn't the case.

Blaine found his fathers sat in the dining room. He pulled Kurt in after him and they sat opposite the two men.

“We're not happy,” Leroy said gently. “We're not happy with all the lying that went on regarding the start of your relationship, however, we are willing to overlook and forgive that, seeing as that now you're together and you two are both happy.”

Blaine gulped and glanced between his fathers. “So … why are we here?”

Kurt's hand gripped Blaine's tighter.

“Blaine,” Hiram said softly. “We're not happy with the deceit and the fighting and the fact that you've been hospitalised. We've never had so much happen within a small amount of time with you,”

“B-but we knew that was going to happen … McKinley's a public school … it doesn't have the bullying policy...” Blaine said anxiously.

“We know,” Hiram continued. “But Blaine, we're worried and we've ...”

“We've reconsidered your transfer,” Leroy finished.

Kurt looked at Blaine, whose mouth was wide open, gaping at his fathers. “No-”

“Come fall, you're transferring back to Dalton.”