The rest of the week flew by, with stolen kisses and secret smiles haunting him around school. Mercedes seemed angry at Kurt … well at least that's what he seemed to think the night after Puck's turn in Glee, because she kept on glancing at him, as though he was keeping something from her. Kurt couldn't help but feel guilty when she asked him if anyone new was in his life, so he just solemnly shook his head rather than verbally lie.

Thankfully, when he asked the same about Mercedes, she couldn't help but gush about how much she was starting to like Sam.

“His hair is so blonde tho- Kurt, are you sure you're ok?” Mercedes asked, her eyes narrowed.

Kurt blinked his way back from the janitor's closet to present time and smiled widely, nodding. “Y-yeah, I'm really happy that you've found someone!”

Twice, Kurt had to stop himself from daydreaming about Blaine, but it was so easy to do! Why was it only now that he was starting to lose himself?

Back at school, Kurt gained his focus again. And it came in the outline of Blaine. He grinned instantly, thinking back to their Sunday night revision session.

As soon as Kurt walked into Blaine's room, the door was snapped behind him and his secret boyfriend was pushing him against said door, assaulting his neck with his lips. He was starting to think that Blaine really enjoyed seeing Kurt blush, because the things that boy could do with his mouth was certainly making Kurt do so.

But in school, Blaine didn't look his normal chirpy self as he waited for Kurt at his locker. Kurt raised his eyebrows and opened his locker, checking his reflection in his mirror before looking towards Blaine.

“What's up?” he asked, smiling softly.

Blaine sighed and leant against the locker next to Kurt's. “My dad's are going away for a long weekend,”

Kurt frowned. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Not really but ...” Blaine rolled his eyes. “Rach has got this stupid idea that we should have a party,”

“And you don't like parties or something?” Kurt asked, pulling out a can of hairspray.

“Well, I don't mind them,” Blaine said softly. He glanced around to check if anyone was listening as he leant in close to Kurt. “I was honestly hoping that she would want to stay with Finn so that you could come and stay at mine for a couple of days.”

Kurt couldn't force down his smile and cursed himself for the blood that rushed to his cheeks. “I'm sure I could still come over? Although, would I be invited to this party?” he asked coyly, glancing at Blaine through his eyelashes.

Blaine grinned. “Well, I don't know if I want you there...”

Kurt glared at Blaine. “Oh well … that's fine, I'll find something to do,”

Blaine started laughing and grabbed onto Kurt's hand. “Don't be stupid, I'll see you at lunch, right?”

Kurt nodded, tight-lipped.

“Don't be angry, beautiful,” Blaine said softly, leaning in close again. “My bed will be waiting,” he said with a wink, turning and walking away, leaving Kurt to gape at his retreating back.

Sitting in French, Kurt felt himself itching to leave the classroom, find Blaine and drag him to an empty room. But seeing the look on Mercedes' face as he walked into the room changed his mind.

She was definitely angry at him.

At least they weren't paired up together, Kurt thought, and for the first time in his life, he was thanking whatever deity was up there that he was with Azimio, the footballer who could not speak French to save his life.

“So the football team are disgracefully bad. I heard about your loss last week. That has to sting.”

Kurt found himself blabbering about anything and everything, but making sure not to mention anything about his personal life. He ignored the teacher when he shouted at someone for being too loud, ignored pretty much everything, apart from the fact he had Phys. Ed with Blaine later on.

Half an hour later, and Kurt wasn't even trying to focus on French. His head was propped up by his hand and his eyes were swimming in and out of reality, to the previous night, when he was alone with Blaine in the shorter boy's room and then back to the fact that he was going to be able to see the way Blaine's Phys. Ed. shorts slid up his legs every time he moved later.

Suddenly he heard his name, and his head turned around, eyes darting until they fell onto Mercedes, who was sat behind him.

“Best friends aren't supposed to keep secrets.” Mercedes said, eyebrows raised and her face full of sass.
Kurt took a moment to respond, mainly because he was shocked that she clearly knew something. “Who is keeping a secret? I am not.”

“Mm-hm,” Mercedes muttered.

Kurt's mouth fell open. “If I was it's none of your business, you cancelled on me last week.”

Mercedes rolled her eyes. “Like you weren't glad. Speak to me if you want to seriously talk about this, no more lies.”

Kurt's eyes widened and he felt tears spring forward. He turned around sharply and asked the teacher if he could be excused.

Getting up felt humiliating in front of Mercedes. He left the room as soon as he could, his head down and not looking up until he was in the boys' toilets. Seeing it was empty, Kurt let himself cry.

After a solid five minutes of trying to clear his face, but then continuously crying, Kurt finally stopped the tears. He grabbed his phone and tapped out a message to Blaine.

'We need to tell Mercedes the truth. She's really mad at me :( xxxx'

Kurt jumped when he heard the bell go, but slowly looked back into the mirror. He wiped his face one last time, sighing as he looked at his eyes. It was so obvious that he was upset. Deciding to push forward with his day, Kurt shook his head and left the toilets.

Kurt found himself getting more anxious throughout his next classes, before it was finally lunch, and he could just find Mercedes and explain to her, although his reply from Blaine was not as encouraging as he had hoped.

'Do what you think is right, but I really don't think we should tell anyone just yet … you were the one who doesn't want Rach to know. Xxxx'

Guilt racked Kurt's gut, because he knew that it was all his fault. He should have never suggested to Blaine that they keep their relationship secret … but he just knew what people would say! That they were only together because they were basically the first gay people either of them had set eyes on. But they both knew how wrong they both were. Kurt's first encounter with another gay man was just trapped in too deep, and neither wanted to reveal that.

As he saw Blaine stood outside the cafeteria waiting for him, Kurt's mind settled.

“Hey,” Blaine said quietly. “Do you still want to …?”

Kurt bit his lip. “I'm not sure.”

Blaine nodded, trying to seem understanding as he opened the door for Kurt, letting him step in first.

They stood in silence while they waited for their turn in the queue. Kurt felt a bit more at ease when Blaine's fingers squeezed his underneath the tray rail. He gave Blaine a reassuring smile and blinked as he looked into his face.

“I'm not telling them,” Kurt said quietly.

Blaine shrugged. “It's fine with me either way. They'll find out sooner or later, but we're probably better telling them all at once, or at least telling Rach and Finn first...”

Kurt nodded. “It would kill them if they were the last to know.”

Blaine smiled softly. “Although I love that you care so much about our friends and siblings, I really don't think you should be putting in so much effort,” he whispered. “I mean, why would they flip out because you're happy?”

Kurt tilted his head to the side. “You know them, they'll make something dramatic even if it isn't.”

“But all this secrecy Kurt,” Blaine said sadly. “I don't want to hide what we have.”

Kurt just squeezed his fingers around Blaine's slightly and moved on to get his food.

As they walked over to the table – both of them feeling as though they still had unspoken thoughts – they saw Tina glance at them and the table fell silent.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Ugh, I hate the food here so much,” he complained as he sat down, setting down his tray containing a plate of salad.

“How?” Blaine asked incredulously. “I love it!”

Kurt sent him a blank face, eyes scanning over Blaine's plate. It was full of fries and some processed chicken nuggets. “The amount of fat in that would make me want to throw up.”

Blaine glanced around, chuckling but stopping when he saw Karofsky across the cafeteria, eyeing Kurt. Feeling his anger build up, Blaine hooked his ankle around Kurt's, keeping his eye contact on the footballer.

Kurt had blushed a little bit, but otherwise showed no sign of noticing Blaine's affection.

By the end of lunch, Blaine was still glaring at Karofsky, and Kurt was seeming to get along with a still-icy-but-warmer Mercedes. As the bell interrupted their peace, Blaine instantly stood up, seeing that Karofsky had done the same and was leaving the room.

Kurt dismissed this odd behaviour and focused on getting to Phys. Ed. As soon as they were alone though, Blaine stopped him from walking and pulled him into an unused classroom. Taken aback, Kurt stepped away from Blaine as he shut the door.

“I need to ask you something,” Blaine said, his voice serious.

Kurt's mouth opened and closed again, settling to nod instead.

“O..ok.” Blaine said quietly, looking at Kurt straight in the eyes. “Is Karofsky still bullying you?”

Kurt bit his lip for a moment, considering his options. Finally he realised that he shouldn't be lying to Blaine of all people. “Um … yes he is.”

Blaine gulped, fearing the worst for his next question, and heart melting at the sight of Kurt looking so confused.

“Is the bullying of a sexual nature?”

Kurt's eyes widened and he glanced away from Blaine in shame. “N-no, not at all, w-why would you think that?”
“Kurt,” Blaine said softly, touching the taller boy's fingertips with his own.

But Kurt refused to look up at Blaine, and so after a tense moment, Blaine lifted Kurt's chin with his other hand. “Kurt, I really need you to be honest with me,” Blaine whispered. “I promise I won't judge you, I just want us to be as open as possible with each other.”

Kurt closed his eyes and nodded. “I-it's not what you think though Blaine, honestly, he's never actually done anything to me, h-he just like-”

“What Kurt, what does he do?” Blaine asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

“He's touched me, and hurt me,” Kurt whispered, opening his eyes.

Blaine bit back his anger, and closed the distance between himself and Kurt, his arms wrapping around him. They were silent for a moment, before Blaine feel Kurt shaking against him and a warm, damp spot was being created on his neck from where Kurt's tears were falling.

“Shh,” Blaine cooed. “It's ok Kurt, it's really ok. None of this is your fault.”

“I should … have told … you,” Kurt said in between sniffles. “I-I just didn't want …. you thinking I'm … damaged.”

Blaine held on tighter, feeling his heart tug. “Kurt it's ok … it's really ok. You're with me and you're safe. I'll never let him touch you again, ok?”

Kurt nodded, his fingers digging into Blaine's back.

“I will always be here from now on,” Blaine whispered.

Blaine was everywhere Kurt went that week, whether he was getting food during lunch, going to his locker in between lessons, or going to his car after school, Blaine was always there. While Kurt appreciated this, he also felt that it was unnecessary. It was those big brown eyes, looking at him constantly, Blaine's steady gaze boring into the back of Kurt's head as though there was a TV there, and Kurt felt slightly happy when he got home, knowing that he could just have a couple of hours of quiet.

As much as it was becoming a nuisance though, Kurt sort of enjoyed the attention. He liked the way that Blaine was protective, and he was giggling like a school girl every time they were alone when Blaine asked the most awkward questions.

“Why do you wear those pants?”

Kurt had blinked. “...what do you mean? Do you not like them?”

“No,” Blaine said instantly. “Oh no, I mean I love them but …”

“But?” Kurt had asked, shutting his locker door to look straight at Blaine.

“They're just … really tight,” Blaine said, looking uncomfortable.

“That's the point,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah but they're like painted on,” Blaine whispered. “I don't like that other people can see you in them.”

Kurt laughed softly. “Oh, would you rather them see me out of them?”

Blaine's expression darkened. “Actually I'm quite fond of them.”

Kurt grinned. “Yeah, I thought so.”

Even the memory of their conversations made Kurt smile.

As the night of the AnderBerry's party arrived, all Kurt could think about was what would happen that night. With a few drinks down, Kurt didn't think he could handle himself, but not drinking was out of the question – why should everybody else get to enjoy themselves? He was no babysitter and he wasn't about to start. After finally getting permission off his dad to stay over - “Only if you stay in the same room as Rachel all night, and you don't miss out on any time to do your school work.” - Kurt knew that he could unwind and enjoy himself.

So approaching the AnderBerry house later that night, with Finn and Puck behind him, both carrying large and suspicious crates, Kurt was very happy. After two hours of trying on different clothes, and wondering whether he could get away with wearing his tightest jeans or not, Kurt was very pleased with his final decision, deciding on the very, red tight jeans – surely to get Blaine's attention, although that didn't really matter – with a white shirt underneath his favourite cardigan. He grinned and pressed the doorbell, excited to see Blaine's face.

His grin slipped when Rachel answered the door, and she instantly grabbed Finn's hand, pulling him inside. Kurt looked to Puck who rolled his eyes and walked inside, still carrying the seemingly heavy crates.

Kurt sighed and followed Puck through the house, making sure to close the door behind him.

As they walked into the basement, Kurt could feel the air get thicker with sweat, and saw that everyone was dancing and laughing and talking, making Kurt feel a little bit annoyed that he hadn't come earlier, but catching up on how much they had drank wouldn't be too hard.

He could see Blaine's mop of ungelled curly hair in the middle of the group, as he was talking to Brittany, who looked thoroughly confused. Blaine was wearing a stripy top that clung ever-so-nicely for Kurt to see and pants that rolled up to faithfully show his ankles as usual.

Kurt grinned and walked over to where Puck had dropped the crate, grabbing himself a cup and pouring himself a drink from the wine cooler on top of the table next to it. He smiled and sat down on one of the leather couches, wishing that he didn't feel so left out.

After half an hour and seven cups later, Kurt could feel himself losing control a little bit. He felt his head swimming a little bit and stood up suddenly, with the idea to go outside and get some fresh air. No sooner had he thought it, Rachel was shouting something about duets.

“Me and Blaine will go first!” she shrieked, grabbing a pink microphone from the stand on the makeshift stage and throwing another one to Blaine.

Blaine seemed to be against the idea, until Mercedes pushed him forward, yelling something about the 'white boy having a good voice'. Kurt laughed and walked to stand beside her, pulling her down to sit on the floor. Kurt was cheering on Rachel as she danced about the stage, the music heavy in his ears. He was leaning against Mercedes as the rest of New Directions started to watch the siblings.

It was only after a couple of moments that Kurt looked to Blaine, and noticed how dark his eyes were. And that they were totally focusing on Kurt. The taller boy gulped and looked away, trying to silently channel Blaine to stop because he was making it too obvious.

No one seemed to notice, Kurt thought, as he looked around the room. Well, that was until he looked to his right and saw Mercedes raising an eyebrow.

“I think it's about time you come clean,” Mercedes said quietly. “Are you two together or what?”

Kurt frowned, trying to cover up his momentary panic. “Who?”

Mercedes rolled her eyes. “Nothing, we'll talk tomorrow,” she said, finalising the conversation.

Kurt let out a breath of relief and turned towards the stage again, trying not to focus on the fact that Blaine's pants were also, quite tight.

The night was turning from bad to worse, as Kurt sat on the floor, his back against the couch while Mercedes and Tina were giggling above him, occasionally playing with his hair but not really speaking to him.

Kurt couldn't help but look at Blaine who was dancing with Quinn, who seemed to only have eyes for Sam.

Blowing a piece of hair out of his eye, Kurt was really starting to get annoyed. His vision was still a little blurred, and he could barely feel one of his feet, but in his mind he found himself to be perfectly normal, as though he had not had a drink at all.

Suddenly Blaine's face was really close to his, and the scent of cheap alcohol and toothpaste fanned over his face.

“Whoa Blaine, too close,” Kurt said, planting his hands on Blaine's shoulders to push him away.

He glanced around, and no one was looking, which was good because then Blaine leaned in slightly closer, extending his arm so his hand was resting on the couch seat behind Kurt, trapping him and said, “kiss me.”

Kurt chuckled a little bit. “Maybe later,”

Blaine grinned. “I am part Irish you know … so you're excuse can be that I'm Irish and you like that.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Then why wouldn't I just go for Rory?”

Blaine looked at Kurt with a blank face. “Because Rory wouldn't make you feel half the things I make you feel.”

Kurt blushed bright red and his jaw dropped. Apparently drunk Blaine was a confident and cocky Blaine, and Kurt didn't want to lie; it really turned him on.

But Kurt was saved in the form of Rachel Berry.

“Spin the bottle!”

Ah, the mating call of teenagers, Kurt thought, watching as all of his friends jumped towards the middle of the room, scrabbling for a 'good space', even though really you couldn't get one.

He ended up seated next to Sam, who was looking at Mercedes hopefully. Kurt tried not to notice that Blaine was a bit away from him.

Puck dived in straight away, spinning the empty beer bottle and leaning back, grinning, while everyone else followed it. It was a weird moment, as everyone had stopped to simply stare at something that was easily discarded in the street.

Cat calls brought Kurt out of his pondering, and he looked around, wondering who Puck was kissing. But then his eyes fell on the bottle.

Which was facing him.

“Uh … I don't know,” Kurt said quietly.

Puck looked at him and shrugged. “If you don't do it then you have to take off an item of clothing.”

Kurt didn't like the sound of that. “Fine, but no tongue, I don't want to catch anything from you.”

Puck simply laughed and leant forward. Their lips touched and then deepened. Kurt felt slightly repulsed, Puck was too eager and not restrained enough for him. Pulling back as quickly as he could, Kurt was bright red and looking anywhere but Puck or Blaine.

Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine looked furious.
Rachel took her go and kissed Mike on the cheek – since they were both taken. As the New Directions slowly got acquainted with their lips, Kurt felt himself smiling wider as not once had it landed on him again or Blaine at all. But then it was Blaine's turn, and Kurt's smile fell.

It landed on Brittany.

After a slow, agonising moment, Blaine pulled back from Brittany.

Everyone was silent, until Brittany said loudly, “Your lips aren't as soft as Kurt's.”

Apart from Kurt, Blaine – who just looked bewildered – and Brittany, everyone was laughing.

Kurt was bright red and looking anywhere but Blaine's face. Brittany was smiling in her usual dopey manner. Blaine frowned at Kurt, not understanding, while everyone else was still laughing.

Blaine looked a little bit worse for wear as he sat down on the couch next to Kurt. They were both feeling the affects of alcohol, and Blaine's confusion over Kurt and Brittany was only heightened by this.

“He-ey you,” Blaine said slowly, leaning his head onto Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt smiled and touched his head to Blaine's in his own way of showing affection. “Hey you back,”

“You look great tonight,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt laughed a little bit. “Thank you, so do you.”

A short while later Blaine turned to look at Kurt.

“What did Brittany mean?” he asked, eyes wide and looking straight into Kurt's.

“Oh! Um ...” Kurt mumbled something incoherent, his cheeks were burning.

“Tell me,” Blaine said quietly. “Please,”

Kurt smiled and nodded, looking away from Blaine's face. “A while back I went through a … straight phase. Well, I wanted to be straight for my dad so I kind of dated Brittany for a while and we made out a little.”

Blaine's face was blank, before he blinked and burst out laughing.

Kurt frowned. “Why does everyone laugh? I could be straight!”

Blaine continued to laugh, much to Kurt's annoyance.
“I'm not that gay!”

Blaine dead panned, realising that Kurt was serious.

“I'm offended Kurt,” Blaine said softly. “I thought you liked me. But clearly you'd rather go for Brittany …”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Shut up, you know I'm gay.”

Blaine raised his eyebrows. “Oh, you're gay? It never crossed my mind, even though I've had my mouth on your delicious one quite a few times now.”

Oh.

Kurt gaped at him.

“You have no idea how unbelievably sexy you are right now,” Blaine said, his voice dark and gravelly.

Yet again, Kurt gaped at him, but this time he was blushing heavily.

Blaine grinned and stood up, wobbling a little bit, then walked away.

Kurt continued to gape at him.

Neither of them were quite sure how it happened. There was dim lighting and heavy air. Kurt could remember looking for Blaine upstairs because he had disappeared quite a while before. He remembered tripping over something and whispering “Merde!” to himself out of instinct. Blaine remembered hearing that little curse word and all but pouncing on Kurt, pushing him into the wall behind him and tugging him closer until they seemed to meld into one.

And Kurt could then only remember how hot and needy Blaine's mouth was against his. Leaving little butterfly kisses on his jaw before he pressed a painfully slow and spine-melting kiss just underneath Kurt's ear. Their hands were everywhere, one of Blaine's trailing up Kurt's thigh while Kurt's were clawing at the bottom of Blaine's shirt.

Blaine's breathing became heavier as he pushed himself against Kurt, his mind exploding with a million different fantasies of what they could do next. Kurt pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air. Nothing could have prepared Blaine for the breathless, and yet strong words that Kurt uttered next.

“I want to touch you.”

One of the few things that anyone could say truthfully about Santana, was that she knew how to sneak, and she lived up to that name well.

Stood outside Blaine's bedroom, with Brittany leaning against the opposite wall, Santana had the side of her face pressed against the door. Suddenly she heard a low growl and a well-known voice whimper out a well-known name.

Santana's mouth fell open. “Holy sweet hell!” she gasped, looking at Brittany who looked astronomically bored, “They're fooling around!”

The sun was far too bright for Blaine. He cursed himself for not remembering to close the curtains the previous night. Someone in the room groaned.

Fear coursed through Blaine for a moment, until he realised that the head of chestnut hair on his naked chest belonged to Kurt, and that Kurt was waking up.

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hip under his hand softly, trying to coerce his boyfriend into waking up.

The tiny yawn that Kurt let out was precious, and the way he stretched his spine out and then slumped back onto Blaine's chest reminded Blaine of a kitten.

A small, content smile settled on Blaine's face as he watched Kurt wake himself up. He looked at the way their skin contrasted in the brilliant sunlight and admired the fact that Kurt's seemed to shine even more.

“Good morning,” he said quietly, kissing the top of Kurt's head.

Kurt turned to face Blaine, still with sleep in his eyes and his lips puckered from sleep. Blaine had to bite his lip at the memory of what that mouth was doing the night before.

Kurt smiled and stretched out next to Blaine, not moving his arm from around Blaine's stomach. He swallowed, and Blaine saw his Adam's apple bob slightly.

“Good morning to you too,” Kurt said sleepily. “Now, more sleep,”

Blaine chuckled as Kurt tucked his head into the crook of Blaine's neck.

“Are you not hungry?” Blaine asked.

“God no,” Kurt answered, kissing a small trail up and down Blaine's neck.

Blaine's eyes rolled back slightly as he enjoyed the attention Kurt was giving. He let out a sigh as Kurt started to play with the curly hair on his chest.

His chest?

Blaine looked down, panic setting in. They were both undressed other than their boxers. There were a lot of people in the house, who knew who could have walked in on them last night?!

Glancing over at his door, Blaine saw that the lock was securely bolted across the wood and he calmed down again.

“Hey,” Kurt whispered – but Blaine thought it sounded more like a purr. “If you keep fidgeting I'm gonna have to stop,”

“I thought you said you wanted more sleep?” Blaine teased.

“Well, if you're staying awake I might as well stay up too,” Kurt said, wincing at the stream of sunlight on his face.

Blaine laughed lightly and reached down to pull the blanket up over his and Kurt's heads. Kurt smiled at the motion and slowly climbed on top of Blaine so that his head was resting on Blaine's chest, looking him straight in the eyes.

“You're cute in the morning,” Blaine noted happily.

Kurt blushed, but kissed Blaine slowly on the lips, his legs slipping from on top of Blaine's to either side of him.

Blaine pulled away first, his smile wide. He kissed him quickly again and then leant back against the pillows, his hands tucked behind his head.

Kurt grinned as he looked down at him. “You're not so bad yourself either,”

Blaine smiled and freed his hands so he could place them on Kurt's hips. “Have I ever mentioned that I like your hips?”

Kurt raised his eyebrows. “No?”

“Well I like your hips Kurt,” Blaine said, grinning. “They're very nice.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Kurt said slowly. “For the weirdest compliment I have ever received.”

“You are very welcome,” Blaine replied.

Blaine leant up to Kurt and took his face in his hands, kissing him chastely on the lips, leaving Kurt slightly dazed.

A few moments of silence passed, when Kurt suddenly broke it.

“Do you know what time it is?” Kurt asked, his eyes drooping.

“Uh,” Blaine groaned quietly, looking at the watch on his bedside table. “It's quarter past eight.”

Kurt nodded, settling back down to lie on Blaine.

“I lied, I'm going back to sleep,” Kurt said quietly. “The others won't be up for at least another two hours so it's fine.”

Blaine nodded, deciding that sleep did sound like a very good idea. “Ok, I'll be here when you wake up.”

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine's bare shoulder before rolling off him and facing away from him. Blaine's body gave an involuntary shiver at the loss of contact and he instantly rolled closer to Kurt's back, slotting an arm around him and pressing his lips against the boy's shoulder blade.

Kurt and Blaine were the last down in the morning, and walked into the kitchen to find the rest of New Directions apart from Finn. The busy hum of talk over toast and bacon quietened as they walked in. Rachel was stood by the oven, and turned around when they walked in.

“Where have you two been?” Rachel asked, an eyebrow raised as she crossed her arms.

“Uh,” Kurt muttered. “Asleep.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Blaine said, taking a seat opposite Santana.

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Where?” she said, expectantly.

Kurt sighed. “Listen, Blaine was really drunk last night so I put him in bed and then stayed with him because I didn't want him to throw up alone, and Blaine made me lock the door, because he was embarrassed.”

This seemed like a good enough excuse for most, and everyone except Rachel went back to their food. Rachel frowned at Kurt, before turning around to the oven again. Kurt let out a breath, relieved.

Another ten minutes passed without interference, however, Blaine did notice that Santana kept glancing at him and Kurt. Kurt, who seemed to have had enough of this, set down his mug of tea and looked at her.

“What is it Santana?” Kurt asked quietly.

Santana smirked. “Oh nothing,” she said loudly. “I was just thinking about how good a couple you and Acapella Dreamboat over here-” she pointed her fork at Blaine “-would make.”

A loud crash was heard around the kitchen. Everyone's heads whipped round to Rachel, who had dropped a frying pan.

“Oh, don't you think that's a little bit inappropriate, Santana?” Rachel said softly, picking up the frying pan. “I mean … he is my brother,”

“Well your unfortunate insignificant boyfriend is Kurt's brother, and that doesn't seem to bother you,” Santana quipped laced with venom.

Rachel shook her head and Santana shrugged, both hands in the air. “Still stand by what I said,”