It wasn't until Rachel stomped down the hallway and pushed them out of the way to shove the key into the lock, throwing the door open, that they finally broke apart.

Kurt laughed trying to move away, but Blaine continued nipping down his neck, tugging at his hips to stay as close as possible.

"Someone's grumpy," Kurt commented on Rachel's surly behavior.

"Shut up," Rachel snapped, hanging her coat haphazardly, and tossing her purse onto the couch.

"Bad audition?" Kurt asked, dragging Blaine inside who whined like a puppy from the lack of lips on skin contact. Kurt rolled his eyes at him playfully.

Rachel turned on the sink and started scrubbing at the dishes angrily, soap suds spilling over the side.

"Typical NYADA stuck up bitches were there," she grumbled. "They didn't think I was anything special compared to them."

Kurt leaned against the counter next to her, frowning sympathetically. "That's complete shit and you know it, Rachel. You're better than any of them."

"Well the directors didn't think so," she countered, sounding like she was bordering tears. "What am I supposed to do Kurt if I'm stuck at a dead end job the rest of my life, watching all my peers make it big and I don't?"

Kurt grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to look at him. "Stop this," he insisted. "You are Rachel Berry. That is a Broadway name. If those directors didn't think you were the best they ever saw, they were high off something, and you deserve so much better."

Rachel smiled as tears slipped down her cheeks. "Thank you, Kurt. You always make me feel better."

Kurt pulled her into a tight hug, rubbing her back soothingly. Blaine remained silent for most of the exchange, but he decided to speak up.

"I for one, Rachel, think you two are too good for my class," he smiled genially as he went to pat her on the shoulder.

She grinned. "Thanks, Blaine." She hugged him briefly too before she turned back to Kurt and said with a smirk, "You better hold onto this one, Kurt. He's a keeper."

"I plan on it," Kurt responded smiling, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him in for a smooch. Warmth spread through his insides at the contact.

Blaine sighed after kissing Kurt back for a while, "I need to go to my afternoon class now, but I'll see you two tomorrow."

He pecked Kurt again, a flattering blush rising to his cheeks. "Bye, babe."

Kurt waved as Blaine closed the door quietly in his wake. Rachel squeezed Kurt's arm.

"You guys are great together," she pointed out. "It makes me miss Quinny."

Kurt slung an arm around her shoulder and kissed her hair. "Don't worry, she'll be home soon. In the meantime, let's make dinner."

***

After Blaine's afternoon class, he was utterly exhausted. These group of students weren't nearly as talented as bright as his Acting 1 with Kurt and Rachel.

When Blaine arrived back at his fancy loft, he slipped off his shoes and collapsed on the couch, turning on the news and sighed contentedly. He planned on doing absolutely nothing for a few hours before he decided to write down his lesson plans again.

Around the time Blaine started digging through his fridge for a poor excuse of dinner, there was a soft knock on his door.

Blaine undid the latch and pulled the door open to see his father standing there in a crisp suit, briefcase in hand.

"Hey Dad," Blaine greeted, slightly surprised. "Come on in. I wasn't expecting you. I thought you were still in Spain?"

"I came back early," he responded in a businessmen-like manner. "I only have a few minutes to talk, son."

Blaine sat on a stool, nibbling on peanuts while his father placed his briefcase neatly on the counter top.

"So I received an unsettling phone call this morning," he stated in a flat, clipped tone.

Blaine wasn't really sure why his father was telling him this. "Of what nature?" he inquired.

"Having to do with your... lifestyle."

Blaine was still a little confused. "About me being gay?"

His father nodded eagerly. "Yes, that." He paused. "Son, I know you normally don't flaunt your sexuality around, because you know it makes me uncomfortable at times. And I've come to terms with it. But you know there are boundaries you need to uphold."

"What are you getting at, Dad?" Blaine rose an eyebrow, getting slightly nervous. "Why on earth would you get a phone call about me being gay? It's not like a scandal. Everybody already knows."

His father adjusted the ring on his finger and cleared his throat uncomfortably. "The young man that called me this morning said you're having a relationship with one of your students."

Blaine froze, his heart sinking. "Who was it that called?" Blaine demanded.

"It doesn't matter," his father brushed off. "Is it true?"

Blaine didn't answer, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Who could it have possibly been?

"I didn't believe it myself," his father went on in a careful tone. "I knew that you were more practical than that."

"Then what's the problem? Why believe rumors?" Blaine asked in a snippy tone, starting to panic.

"Well, I came by your classroom this morning and witnessed something I didn't really want to," his father said gravely, the corner of his mouth turning down in slight disgust.

Oh, god, no.

His father went silent as Blaine had a battle of wills with himself. He couldn't lie to his father. He's given so much to Blaine, so Blaine really owed him the truth.

"It's true," Blaine finally confessed in a small voice. "His name's Kurt, and we've been seeing each other for nearly 2 months now."

His father stared at him impassively. "Blaine, what are you thinking? This is wildly inappropriate."

"I know," Blaine quickly defended. "But I really like him, Dad. He's really wonderful, and makes me extremely happy."

His father stepped forward smiling sadly. He clasped his son's shoulder and basically uttered Blaine's death sentence. "I know you don't want to hear this, but you're going to have to break things off with this Kurt kid."

"He's not a kid, he's eighteen," Blaine insisted, the bells of doom clanging around him. "We were careless today, but it won't happen again. Please, Dad, don't make me do this. I really care about him. I think I'm falling for him."

Blaine's father shook his head, frowning. "You're a good kid. So I'm sure you can find someone more appropriate to date. Someone who doesn't risk your career."

"Dad no," Blaine tried his best to hold in his tears threatening to break free. "I can't."

His father stepped back, grabbing his suitcase and headed for the door, his face serious. "I'm sorry son. But if you don't, I'm going to cut you off completely."

"What?" Blaine asked, shocked and horrified.

"No son of mine is going to risk his future over some boy," he muttered seriously. "As long as you stay with him, you're going to lose this apartment and all the money I give you to assist in your living and education."

And with that, his father left, the door closing with a snap. Blaine pulled up his knees to his chest and held them tightly, tears sliding silently down his face.

What was he going to do? If he broke up with Kurt, he wouldn't be able to face him in class for the rest of the semester without feeling horrible and utterly heartbroken.

On the other hand was Kurt really worth losing all his money and his somewhat already rocky relationship with his father? Blaine didn't know the answer to any of these questions, but all he knew was that he needed to decide fast.

***

Kurt woke up feeling absolutely chipper and his heart light.

He had spent a lazy night in with Quinn and Rachel, even got a little tipsy and made brownies. They ended up finishing the whole pan while watching their favorite romantic comedies. It was nights like that where Kurt was really reminded why he loved those two so much, and why he lived with them.

He got out of bed, stretched wonderfully and took a nice long shower. Once he was dressed and ready to take on the day, Kurt noticed it was uncharacteristically warm this time of year, and since he woke up nice and early, he had plenty of time to grab coffee and walk to school today.

Kurt whistled, checking his phone every so often to make sure he wasn't going to be late for his and Blaine's daily morning interaction full of love.

Kurt smiled to himself, thinking back to their wonderfully filthy desk sex from yesterday morning. Perhaps they could have a repeat session, except in a bed next time behind closed doors so they wouldn't run the risk of anybody witnessing or telling of their scandal. However, if Kurt was going to be honest with himself, he really enjoyed the thrill of it.

Kurt strolled into Blaine's classroom a while later and noticed that Blaine wasn't there yet, not sitting at his desk like normal which was very odd indeed.

Kurt slung his bag around his usual chair and looked around, and a few seconds later, to his relief Blaine strode in, looking flustered and stressed out.

As Blaine placed his things hastily on his desk, Kurt went to him, rubbing his shoulders. Blaine stiffened.

"Hey babe," Kurt murmured placing a soft kiss on his neck.

Blaine shrugged out of his grasp, turning to face Kurt. "We need to talk."

Kurt's stomach fell in an uncomfortable swooping motion. "That doesn't sound good."

Kurt noticed Blaine trying to look everywhere but Kurt's face. But Kurt didn't miss a thing. Blaine's eyes were bloodshot, puffy and sunken in. "Are you okay?"

"No," Blaine let out. "I'm not."

"What's going on," Kurt asked concerned, taking a step forward to comfort Blaine, but he took a step back.

"We can't see each other anymore," Blaine stated in a dead tone, looking like he was about to cry again.

Kurt felt like a carpet was pulled out under his feet. He opened his mouth to say something, but students started making their way in, and Blaine turned away to busy himself with his paperwork.

Kurt couldn't concentrate the entire class, his heart breaking every moment he saw Blaine's gaze pass over him like he wasn't there.