Chapter 1:

The next morning it was pretty early when Kurt's cellphone vibrated to life, the musicals sound of WICKED quickly filling the quiet room. Blindly he shuffled for his phone, fumbling it each time he happened to get it in his grasp. The next time it fell out of his hold he grumbled; cracking an eye open. Sunlight from the early morning sun now peaking its way in—despite Kurt's closed curtains.

Grumbling even more Kurt pulled himself out of his covers; rubbing his eyes absentmindedly, stretching his arms above his head. When he glanced around the room he could see that Rachel, Mercedes and Tina were all sound asleep. Mercedes was on the couch while Rachel and Tina opted for the floor. Kurt smiled halfheartedly, his fingers now tracing along Blaine's name, his mind reeling about the night before.

He still couldn't wrap his head around it. Without even thinking Kurt got off his bed and retrieved his phone from where it fell onto the floor.

When he clicked the phone to life, Blaine's name popped up in a text message, and Kurt was positively beaming with happiness as he opened the message. His eyes read over two simple words:

Good morning (:--B

Biting his lip he pressed the phone to his heart before typing good morning back.

Kurt then walked out of his room making his way down the stairs and into the kitchen when his phone vibrated again.

Do you want to do something today?

Aren't you in the hospital?--K

Kurt then set his phone down and opened the fridge.

He scanned all of the items for a few moments debating on what to make; keeping in mind that he has a vegan guest and two hungry sleeping teenaged boys up the stairs. His dad, Carole, himself, and Mercedes ere much easier to please. But considering that he is in a good mood, he could make a couple of different options.

So, Kurt pulled out a carton of eggs, milk, and butter. Then lettuce, tomatoes, and other vegan friendly items and sent them on the counter before turning to the cupboard to pull out pancake mix and some spices for the egg omelets he was about to make when he was done gathering everything he turned back to his phone to check his message.

I just got released (:, so what do you say? Blaine had questioned him and Kurt smiled.

Sure! I would love to. He sent back a smile still on his face as he began working on breakfast. When he was done preparing Rachel's salad he began working on making a pot of coffee for his dad and Carole.

Just at that moment heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs.

"Kurt." his father's voice sounded a few seconds later and Kurt turned from the stove to greet his father.

"Hello, dad!" he said cheerfully turning back to the stove; flipping the pancakes before speaking to his father again.

"The coffee is brewing at the moment, but sit down—breakfast will be done in a few minutes." his father nodded taking a seat at their kitchen table.

"What is with all of this Kurt?" he questioned and Kurt rolled his eyes putting the finished pancakes on to a plate and set them onto the table.

He then went back into the cupboards to grab more plates for the table.

Burt took them from his sons hands; giving him a pointed look.

"I'll do that, now you sit and tell me what's going on with you. The last few days you have been miserable—you even left school early, and now you are up at the crack of dawn; making everybody breakfast like nothing happened what's going on?"

Kurt sighed plopping onto his fathers seat at the table.

"I really need to make the egg omelets." but Burt just shook his head.

"They can wait." he said firmly.

"I don't understand." Kurt complained throwing his hands in the air.

"Can't I just wake up in a good mood and make breakfast for my friends and family?"

Burt grunted. His kid has always been stubborn.

"I'm not saying that Kurt. I'm glad you're in a good mood. I like seeing you happy."

"Then why are we having this discussion?" he shot back and Burt sat down beside him.

"I'm worried about you Kurt. You are always fine on the weekends, but during the week it's like you're a different person." he began explaining.

"Is it the bullies?" Kurt looked down for a moment but shook his head not meeting his father's eyes.

"Then come on kid, tell me."

Kurt sighed looking back up and meeting his father's gaze.

"It's not only them." Kurt began; twitching his finger.

"I was just getting so fed up with everything."

Kurt paused and Burt raised an eyebrow.

"Like?"

Closing his eyes Kurt let out a deep breath of air.

"Like seeing my friends so content and so happy with who they belong with while I was all alone." he explained; opening his eyes.

"It was hard dealing with it, but it doesn't matter anymore, okay?"

"OH?" Burt questioned.

"Yeah?" Kurt smiled despite himself.

"You found him, uh, Blaine?" Burt questioned.

"Yeah, I did," Kurt nodded.

"and we are meeting up today."

"That's good Kurt, real good. Can't wait to meet him." he said gruffly.

"Me either dad. Can I finish making breakfast now?"

Burt laughed.

"Yeah sure, get going kid."

A little after Burt and Kurt's father son talk. Mercedes, Tina, and Rachel all wandered into the kitchen.

"Wow, Kurt!" Tina exclaimed.

"Everything smells great, Boo." Mercedes added and from behind her he could hear Rachel squeal.

"Awww!" Rachel threw her arms around her best friend; throwing him off guard.

"You made me my own salad! You usually make me do it myself." the girls all chatted aimlessly to no avail around the stove and Kurt raised his spatula at them..

"Will you both all sit down already?" he laughed getting ready to throw the spatula at them.

"You girls are so fucking loud." Puck complained; scratching himself through his boxers as him and Finn both made their way into the kitchen tiredly.

"Real attractive, Noah." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You know you want it, Hummel." he winked and Finn stared at him blankly.

"That's not even cool, bro."

"Chill Finn, Hummel's my boy! Right Hummel?"

"Mmmmhm." Kurt hummed dismissively.

"See told ya." Puck grinned planting a kiss on Finn's cheek making him gag in response—before finding himself a spot at the table.

Finn found himself looking over his brothers shoulder and his mouth nearly watered at the sight.

"God this looks like such a beautiful breakfast. What a beautiful day, thank you Kurt."

Shaking his head Kurt once again directed his spatula at the table and Finn obliged to his demand.

Once breakfast was all done Kurt finally took a seat at the crowded kitchen table, between Tina and Mercedes. Puck was beside Finn, who was beside Rachel, and Rachel was beside Burt. There was only one person missing and she is usually up by now.

"Dad?" Kurt questioned after taking a bit of his omelet.

"Where's Carole."

"Oh, she had to go into work early. I'll wrap her up some breakfast when we are all done here."

"Puck, Finn." Burt directed his gaze to the two other boys; pointing his fork in their direction.

They swallowed their mouthful of food then look up at Burt.

"You two are responsible for cleaning this all up when we are done."

Both Puck and Finn exchanged glances at each other.

"But that's not—f"

"Don't want to hear it Finn."

"But Kurt's the one that made this mess."

"Your brother made sure everyone had a nice meal, and he has important plans later." Burt finalized and Puck and Finn knew they had no other choice.

"Okay." they both nodded then Burt looked towards the girls.

"Now since Kurt has plans you all will have to go home soon."

"Oh. My. God.!" Rachel squeaked covering her mouth with her hands.

"Do you have plans with Blaine today?"

Kurt blushed and nodded.

"Dude you found him? Good for you." Puck whistled his approval.

"Yes," Burt agreed

"Now why don't we all finish up so Kurt can get ready."

Kurt raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"Dad, it's only like nine."

"And did you ever realize how long it takes for you to get ready?" Burt added, humor in his voice.

"Point taken." Kurt agreed dropping his fork.

"Rachel, Mercedes, and Tina can stay while I'm getting ready, right?"

"I don't even know what to wear."

"Yes the girls can stay here while you get ready."

So that is how Kurt, Tina, Rachel, and Mercedes all ended up in Kurt's room again, digging through his closet.

"This outfit has to be perfect guys."

"But why?" Rachel questioned.

"Last night he seen you pajama clad and your hair a mess, no offense."

"That is true Boo." Mercedes agreed.

"I still want to look nice though." Kurt nearly whined.

"Where are you two even going?" Tina asked and Kurt dropped the shirt that he was holding.

"I forgot to check my messages, so I don't know. I got caught up in making breakfast."

"Well text him!"

Just then Burt walked into Kurt's room; handing him his phone.

Kurt looked at his dad and Burt rolled his eyes and gestured to the phone.

Kurt raised it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hi, Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"W-was that your dad?"

"Yes it was." he could here Blaine's groan from the other end.

"My god, I probably sounded like such a fool to him."

Kurt laughed.

"I highly doubt that." Kurt looked back at his father who was chuckling quietly.

Kurt frowned pointing to his door; raising his hands Burt turned and made his way out of the room.

"I'm sorry I never texted you back. I was in the middle of breakfast."

"Oh, Kurt...that's fine. I just wanted to know where you wanted to go?"

"There's this great place called The Lima Bean, do you like coffee?"

Blaine chuckled.

"Do I like coffee, you ask. Where do I work Kurt?"

"Oh, right." Kurt blushed.

"I love coffee. That's perfect."

"Alright, it's a date." Kurt rushed without even thinking. His blush grew and the girls were fighting squeals beside him.

"Imeanifyouwantittobe."

"I'd really like that." he replied and Kurt bit his lip.

"Would you like me to pick you up or do you want to meet out there?"

"Well that depends would you like another awkward encounter with my father so soon?"

"GOD, NO!"

Kurt chuckled.

"Alright so I'll meet you out there at uhm, is twelve or one good?"

"One would be great actually."

"Good." Kurt paced around the room with a big smile on his face.

"Do you know where it is at?"

"That I do."

"See you then."

"I'll see you then, Kurt."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye." Blaine said back and you could here the smile that was in his voice and when Kurt hung up the phone all four of them squealed in unison.