Kurt's return flight was eventful. Puck almost got thrown off the plane before they'd even got the safety instructions, Santana got vomited on by a baby (luckily for her, Kurt kept spare shirts in his hand luggage) and hit on by some 40 year old guy in the seat behind her, to which she replied "Sorry, the only straight I am is straight-up bitch" leaving half New Directions and the surrounding passengers in stitches. And Kurt found out that Mercedes had had a massive crush on Sam since he'd arrived at McKinley, leading to a lot of girl talk.

Kurt ran straight to his Dad when they'd arrived at Columbus airport. He'd only been away from his father a few days, and he'd be in New York a lot longer in just over a month, but he and his father had been really close after his mother, Elizabeth, died, especially since Kurt had come out, and Burt was his rock.

"Dad!" Kurt yelled, jumping into his father's arms.

"Hey Bud!" Burt smiled, holding his son close.
"Hi Kurt, we've missed you." Kurt grinned after the two separated.

"Hey Carole." he smiled "I missed you guys too,"

"Mom! Burt!" Finn yelled, dragging both his and Kurt's suitcases behind him.

"Kurt. I told you not to use your brother as a pack horse." Burt said, looking at his son disapprovingly, but Kurt could see the smile in his eyes.

"He offered." Kurt whispered, looking at his feet.

"Hey Finn!" Burt and Carole grinned in sync.

Come on boys. And Carole." Burt said after hugs had been given. "Home time."

As soon as they got into Burt's truck, Kurt pulled his cell phone out his pocket to text Blaine.

To: Blaine

Safely back in sweet home (hah!) Ohio! X

From: Blaine

Glad you're back safe! Not so glad about you being in Ohio, while I'm stuck in NY though :( x

To: Blaine

I swear you're a puppy sometimes. But you're not exactly stuck in NY. I'd rather be there than here. Except for the fact my dad's here. X

Kurt's grin was undisguised.

"Who ya texting son?" Burt asked, glancing at him through the wing mirror.

"Oh...er...Mercedes Dad."

Burt gave Kurt a knowing look, but didn't press for the truth. He knew his son would tell him in time. He was glad someone was making Kurt smile that, he knew he had a tough time at school.=, he needed someone to put a smile like that on his face.

The rest of the drive home was mainly silent, interrupted by Kurt's phone buzzing, or Kurt giggling at his phone or one of them (most of the time, Kurt) singing along to a song on the radio.

From: Blaine

If I'm a puppy for missing you, then okay. As long as I'm a cute one. :P x

To: Blaine

A 5 year old as well. And yes B, the cutest. X

From: Blaine

5 and a half actually. X

Kurt giggled, and pocketed his cell, realising that they were just about to pull into their drive. Kurt climbed out of the car, grabbing his suitcase from the boot, and carried – well, dragged. That thing was heavy. Damn him for packing so much.- upstairs. He was tired after the flight, deciding to lie down and relax, so he pulled his cell out and saw he had 5 new texts, all from Blaine.

From: Blaine

So you think I'm cute? :P x

From: Blaine

Kurt? X

From: Blaine

Kuuuuuurt! X

From: Blaine

Kurtie? X

From Blaine

Sorry Kurt, I shouldn't have said anything. Forgive me? X

To: Blaine

Hey, sorry Blaine, I was getting out of the car, I'm back home. Why are you apologising? It's fine. X

Kurt felt bad, and got a rush of confidence.

To: Blaine

And FYI, yes I think you're cute. X

To: Blaine

But so do a million and one fan girls and guys. ;) X

From: Blaine

Oh my god. I really though I'd screwed up and lost you then. Glad you're back home... and thanks! The effect wasn't as good when you mentioned the fans though :P but the thought's reciprocated ;) x

Was Blaine... Flirting? No. He can't be. He's just being nice.

To: Blaine

Nope! You're stuck with me now! And no, I'm not Blaine, shhh! X

Kurt's phone buzzed with a reply, and went to check it, when someone knocked on his door.

"Hey Kurt, can I come in?" Burt asked through the door.

"Yeah, come in Dad!" Kurt yelled, sitting up on his bed with his legs crossed. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to talk son. I'm guessing you had a good time in New York?" Burt questioned, stepping into his son's room.

"Of course I did Dad! It's New York! My dream city since I was..."

"5, I know. Glad to hear it." Burt said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"That's not what you wanted to ask. Go ahead and say what you wanted to. No, wait, lemme guess, who was I texting?" Kurt said with a small smile.

"I.."

"Dad." Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"Fine, yes. That's what I wanted to ask."

"I was texting 'Cedes, Dad, I told you."

"Kurt's, you're my son. I know you. It wasn't Mercedes."

Kurt looked awkward for a moment, before looking at his Dad. He couldn't hold this up anymore, they were too close, he told his father everything.

"Erm... you know that actor/musician guy I like? Blaine Anderson?"

"The guy on the back of your door?"

"Yeah, him." Kurt laughed, glancing to the poster on the door. 'I'll have to take that down soon' Kurt thought. "Well," Kurt continued "I got sat next to his brother when we went to see How To Succeed, and he kind of fixed it for me to meet Blaine afterwards, and Blaine and I sort of hit it off... we're friends."

"And you like this guy" Burt asked.

"No! We're just friends. I swear." Kurt reassured, blushing furiously.

"Your impression of a tomato tells me you're lying bud." Burt laughed.

"I may have a tiny crush on him." Kurt admitted. "But nothing could happen between us. I don't have a chance.

"What? The guy straight?"

"No... I'm just not good enough for him. Clearly."

Burt sighed. He was okay with Kurt being gay, of course he was, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to talk to Kurt about guy troubles until he was at least 30.

"Hey! Don't you dare put yourself down son. Any guy would be lucky to have you. You're amazing, and any guy good enough for you will see that. And I know you think I'm only saying that because I'm your Dad and all, but you have to start seeing how talented you are."

Kurt felt tears welling up in his eyes and he tackled his father into a hug.

"Woah bud! I'm an old man! And you're not much of a kid yourself any more."

Kurt giggled, and let go of his Dad.

"Thanks Dad. I love you."

"I love you too son. Carole's dishing up dinner in 20, I'm going to set up the table." Burt said, standing up to leave Kurt to his thoughts. Well, until Kurt's phone started to ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kurt!" a chipper voice said through the receiver.

"Oh, hi Blaine, I was just talking about you."

"Oh, were you?" Blaine said suggestively, and Kurt could practically hear his raised eyebrows.

"Jeez, not like that Blaine! My Dad asked who I was texting earlier, and I told him. That is okay right? I mean I trust him completely and tell him everything and he's my rock and I swear I..."

"KURT! You're rambling. And no, of course I don't mind. It's great you trust him so much." Blaine's voice sunk to a dejected tone.

"Oh, god, sorry Blaine! I shouldn't have mentioned it, I mean.."

"No, Kurt, it's fine, honestly! I was just ringing to check you were okay, seeing as though didn't reply to my text. I know why now, it's okay."

"Sorry Blaine."
"Kurt! I told you, it's okay. Honestly. I'm glad you have someone to depend on. I mean, I have Wes, and Michael I guess."

"Okay, okay Blaine. I have to go eat now, Skye later? I'll text you my handle?"

"Awh, okay then. Remember I'm 2 hours ahead of you though."

"How could I forget? Good-"

"No!" Blaine yelled.

"Ouch!" Kurt exclaimed, pulling the phone away from his ear for a second. "What's up?"

"I said we're never saying goodbye."

"Okay Blainey." Kurt answered mischievously "Pip pip cheerio!"

"Cheerio Kurtie!"

Kurt grinned and hung up, falling backwards onto his bed with his cell clasped to his chest.

"Kurt! Dinner!" Finn's voice boomed up the stairs.

"Coming!" Kurt yelled, checking his hair in the mirror and straightening his clothes, before running downstairs to join his family for dinner.

Blaine had been down since Kurt had left New York, but their conversations had given Blaine inspiration. He grabbed his guitar from the corner of his so-called music room, and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with pen and paper at the ready.

The way his hair falls in his eyes,

Makes me wonder if he'll,

Ever see through my disguise,

And I'm under his spell.

"Sounding good Blaine! New song?" Wes grinned, walking into the room.

"Shit Wes! You scared the crap outta me! And yeah." Blaine smiled bashfully.

"Who's the guy?" Wes asked, sitting cross-legged across from Blaine.

"Guy? What? There isn't any guy."

"Come on Blaine, you've always wanted me to have a girl chat with you, and now you're rejecting the chance! Anyway, I don't believe you."

"Well. Fine. There is a guy. But I have no chance. He's too good for me." Blaine replied wistfully, before returning to his composing.

Everything is falling,

and I don't know where to land.

"Blaine! I think you've forgotten something! You're Blaine freakin' Anderson! The hottest teen star in the world, who has actual talent! No-one's too good for you."

"Kurt is." Blaine whispered.

"Oooh, so we have a name. Kurt. Blaine and Kurt. BlaineAndKurt. KurtAndBlaine. Blurt. Klaine. KLAINE! Sounds good. Even better than Niff." Wes said excitedly

Blaine glared at his friend, but blushed and ducked his head.

"I'll take that as my cue to leave." Wes continued, "And Blaine? Make a new YouTube video. You haven't done one in like, a year. Your fans are starting to miss you."

"Huh?" Blaine looked up. "Oh, yeah, I'll do that now." Blaine put his notebook on the desk before sat at it, and pulled up the camera on his MacBook.

"Hey guys!" Blaine said, grinning at the camera. "So, Wes reminded me that I haven't done a video like this for a while, so here you are!" Blaine picked up his guitar from the floor, and began to strum.

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back

Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or lose some

Blaine glanced down at his guitar, to check his fingers were in the right place, and Kurt's smile stuck in his mind.

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you will find love love love love

Blaine hoped Kurt felt the same, but he doubted it. He knew he didn't like Kurt, in a romatic kind of way, well, he couldn't, but he knew he could. Sometime. Maybe, though, they just weren't meant to be.

Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing
We're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved

The tears were welling u in Blaine's eyes as he sang, he couldn't deceive himself much longer.

So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm sure
There's no need to complicate, our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed

I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait,
I'm yours
Open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damm your free
Look into your heart and you'll find the sky is yours
So please don't, please don't, please don't
There's no need to complicate cause our time is short
This o' this o' this is our faith
I'm yours

Blaine finished the song, and shared a teary smile with the camera.

"Sorry for the tears guys, I love you all." he said, before stopping the recording and uploading the video to YouTube, with his thoughts on one realisation.

He liked Kurt Hummel.