Kurt still can't believe it's been a week since Blaine kissed him in the common room, stirring up the feelings for the boy that Kurt thought had finally died away. But they were still very much there, just hibernating, waiting for Prince Charming's kiss to bring them back to life. It's been seven days of hand holding and admiring looks and "I'm so glad I found you." He knows he's not in love yet, never actually was (just suffering from misplaced infatuation), but laying here, knowing that someday he will love Blaine, and Blaine will love him back, makes his stomach flip and he presses a chaste kiss to Blaine's neck. He feels Blaine smile under his lips, and the boy slowly pulls his arm from under Kurt's body and rolls over so they're face to face.

Blaine leans in slowly, giving Kurt time to back away, though he knows he won't. Their lips catch, brushing with feather light strokes. It's soft and sweet, and they pull back frequently just so they can smile at the other before moving back in. It's also their second real kiss, Kurt thinks. After the initial kiss, Blaine had explained he really hadn't planned it, he just got swept away, but he wants to go slow. Kurt had agreed, so they limited themselves to quick pecks every now and then, though the memory of their passionate exchange still lingered almost tangibly between them.

But now there's no restraint. Blaine moves his hand to rest on Kurt's neck, his thumb swiping gently along his jaw. He angles his head and kisses deeper, his tongue meeting Kurt's. Kurt presses in closer, his legs tangling into Blaine's and-

The sound of the front door closing forces them apart, red in the face and smiling like lunatics. When the footsteps move up the stairs and towards the room, Kurt throws himself onto the armchair. Blaine's parents still don't know about them, and there are more tactful ways of breaking the news than having them walk in on a make out session.

"Blaine, dear," Mrs. Anderson's voice calls out from behind the closed door.

"Yes, mom?" Blaine's quickly fixing the sheets on his bed, but the door doesn't open.

"We're having a family supper tonight. Please be ready by 7:30."

"Alright."

The footsteps disappear back down the stairwell. Kurt checks the clock. It's seven now.

"I should go," he says, trying not to sound too upset. "You have to get ready."

But Blaine grabs Kurt's hands before he can get up. "No, stay." He pleads. "Tonight's the perfect time. We'll go down right now and tell them about us, and Belinda can set you a place at the table."

Kurt's apprehensive, but Blaine's determined, so he follows him out of the room and down to the den. Mrs. Anderson is writing something, her eyes darting between her journal and the news program on TV, and Mr. Anderson is absorbed in a newspaper, a glass of something brown in his hand.

"Mom, Dad." Blaine announces, his voice confident but his hands shaking. "This is Kurt."

"Don't be silly Blaine," Mrs. Anderson says with a chuckle. "We know who Kurt-"

"My boyfriend."

There's a moment of stillness while the words settle. Mr. Anderson reacts first, setting his newspaper down and leaving the room, his face unreadable. Blaine clutches at Kurt's hand and Kurt squeezes back reassuringly.

"Your boyfriend?" Mrs. Anderson repeats, as though she's never heard the word before.

"Yes. And can he- I'd really like- I want him to stay for supper tonight."

"I don't think that's such a good idea, sweetheart." She replies too fast. "Belinda's already started cooking, I'm afraid we won't have enough for him."

"We always have plenty of leftovers that we just throw away." He says exasperated. "Please mom. It would mean so much to me. To both of us."

"Not tonight, Blaine," she snaps. Blaine looks shattered and Kurt just wants to hold him in his arms.

"It's ok," he whispers, his thumb stroking over Blaine's knuckles. "Just give them time."

"No." Blaine says a bit harshly, though Kurt knows it's aimed at his mother. "You've had plenty of time. I'll eat with you again when Kurt's sitting next to me at the table."

He storms away, dragging Kurt along with him. He leads him out the front door and stands expectantly outside Kurt's Navigator. When they're both seated, Blaine loses it. He cups his face in his hands and weeps, his shoulders shaking and breath stuttering.

Kurt knows there's no point trying to comfort him right now. He throws the SUV into drive and lets Blaine cry until there's no more tears left, and he's hiccoughing with each inhale.