Kurt woke the next morning feeling incredibly happy and warm. He glanced down, seeing Blaine's arm wrapped around his middle snugly. Kurt could feel Blaine's soft, steady breath tickling the back of his neck from where they were spooned on his bed. He was still completely naked and Kurt was more relaxed than he had ever felt before.

He closed his eyes again and figured he should sleep some more, seeing as it was a Sunday and he didn't need to work at all.

He had just drifted off when he heard voices outside of his door. He groaned inwardly, hoping that Rachel wouldn't decide to join him as she sometimes did.

Kurt slipped out of bed and pulled a pair of sweatpants on and his silk dressing gown. He glanced back down at Blaine, who had rolled over into the spot Kurt had just vacated and was snuggling his pillow. Kurt couldn't help but smile at the sight before leaving his bedroom.

He glanced around but didn't see anyone so he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up a little.

The voices grew again as Kurt exited the bathroom and he headed to the kitchen where the sound grew louder.

He paused when he saw Santana and Rachel kissing in the middle of the kitchen, Rachel's hand up Santana's top in a very obvious way. They hadn't noticed him yet, too wrapped up in each other and Kurt yelped as he watched Santana grab Rachel's ass.

The two girls parted, both giving him different looks. Santana was half glaring at him, probably annoyed that he'd interrupted them, while Rachel looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"I..." Kurt shook his head. "Huh?"

Rachel looked panicked. "I... We can explain. It's a... it's a long story."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Rachel and I are dating."

"Apparently not that long," Kurt commented. "What... When did this happen?"

"A while ago," Rachel replied, glancing between Kurt and Santana, who had turned her back to them and was making coffee, and Kurt.

Kurt shot Rachel a look while Santana wasn't facing them and Rachel shot him one back. He couldn't believe her. She knew what Santana was like with some of her girlfriends. He couldn't believe Rachel would willingly walk into that.

"Stop having a telepathic conversation about me," Santana said as she turned back around, handing one of the mugs of coffee to Rachel.

Kurt sighed. "I just never expected this, that's all."

Rachel looked impossibly small, leaning against the counter behind her, almost drowning in her fluffy pink robe.

"Yeah, well, your opinion doesn't matter here, Hummel," Santana said, tone hard.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at her before glancing back at Rachel. "Okay then."

He took a step backwards to leave the kitchen when he turned straight into Blaine, who was still half asleep, shirtless with sweatpants slung low on his hips.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked sleepily.

"C'mon, let's go back to bed," Kurt said, ushering Blaine out of the kitchen.

Just as they were about to leave, Mercedes and Sam walked into the kitchen, both wearing pyjamas still.

"Kurt?" Mercedes asked. "Who's that?"

Kurt stopped in his tracks and Blaine yawned, running a hand through his curly, sleep messed hair. "This is Blaine," he said. "My boyfriend."

Blaine looked up and waved. "Hi," he said.

"Looks like someone got themselves a sugar daddy," Santana commented, a smirk plastered on her face.

Kurt glowered at her. "Santana," he warned. "It's not like that."

Santana snorted. "Sure it's not," she replied, setting her mug in the kitchen sink. She stepped closer, her gaze raking over Blaine's appearance and Kurt automatically stepped in front of Blaine as if to shield him from her. "I didn't know you liked them old, I would've introduced you to some of the skeezy old men that have hit on me if I had known."

"Santana," Rachel said.

"Santana, leave Kurt alone," Mercedes said. "Whoever he dates isn't up to you."

"Yeah but you're quick to pass judgement on my relationship, aren't you, Kurt?" Santana snipped. "At least I'm not the one sleeping with a guy old enough to be my dad!"

"Santana, that's enough," Kurt snapped.

Santana smirked at him. "Hit a sore spot, did I? I hope he's paying you well, Kurt because if not, I work with plenty of creepy old guys that will probably make it worth your while."

"That's where I know you from," Blaine's voice interrupted before Kurt could lash out at her in retaliation. "You work at Anderson and Sons law firm, don't you?"

"What of it?" Santana asked, her posture hostile.

"You work for my brother, Cooper Anderson," Blaine replied and Kurt watched as Santana's face fell. "If I hadn't left the firm, you would have been working for me, and well, let's face it, with an attitude like that towards the people who are supposed to be your friends; I would have fired you months ago."

The room was completely silent and Kurt couldn't stop glaring at Santana.

"So, I guess we're not having breakfast then?" Sam asked awkwardly.

Kurt rolled his eyes and took Blaine's hand, leading him back to his bedroom.

Kurt locked the door behind them and moved to sit on his bed. "I'm so sorry," he said.

Blaine joined him on the bed, taking his hand, which Kurt was grateful for. "I'm just sorry you're friends with someone like that."

Kurt sighed. "Right now, I am too," he agreed. "She's not normally like that, I swear. I just literally walked in on her and Rachel making out in the kitchen, which that is new, and it got hostile pretty quickly."

"So she's defensive because you're judging her relationship?" Blaine asked as they settled back down under the covers.

"I guess so," Kurt replied softly. "Santana's notorious for having one night stands. She slept with almost the entire male population during high school to repress the fact that she's a lesbian and then after her first big break up, she went off the rails again," he explained. "She's had more one night stands than I've had hot breakfasts and now she and Rachel are either hooking up or actually dating and I'm worried."

"I can understand that," Blaine said. "But, and I know this is hard, you need to let them make their own mistakes. You're all adults. Legal, consenting adults. I'm sure if Rachel didn't want to be with Santana, she wouldn't be. That little hurricane Rachel that I met on Friday night didn't look like the type that would be someone who would do something she didn't want to."

Kurt smiled softly. "You're right," he said. "I guess I just don't want her to get hurt. Well, I don't want either of them to get hurt. Despite that little scene this morning, Santana is a good friend of mine."

Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt softly on the lips. "You're a good man, Kurt," he said. "Your friends are lucky to have you, even if they don't see that right now."

Kurt nodded and fell silent, running his hand over Blaine's bare shoulder. "This isn't a sugar daddy thing either," he added after a while. "Or some kind of daddy kink."

"Kurt," Blaine said softly. "I know. We've talked about this. A lot. We're the same as your friends – we're both legal, consenting adults and I love you, okay?"

Kurt nodded again. "I love you too."

"Good," Blaine said and he closed the gap, kissing Kurt again.

Even though Blaine was distracting him with kisses, Kurt couldn't help but think back to what Santana said.

He knew it was silly to listen to her taunts, she knew all of the right places to make someone hurt and when she was afraid, she would use them to her advantage but it made Kurt feel sick that someone who was meant to be close to him would view his new relationship that way.

"How about I take you out to breakfast instead?" Blaine asked after a while.

Kurt nodded. "That'd be nice," he said. "I don't really feel like being here right now."

Blaine kissed him again, chastely but full of feeling. "Let's get dressed and go out. And, if things still feel awkward here, you can stay the night at my place."

"Thank you," Kurt replied with a smile as he got out of bed.

With that prospect being offered, Kurt felt better already.

~*~

The moment Cooper found out that Blaine was dating someone ("From my daughter no less!"), he demanded to meet Kurt.

Blaine knew that this period in their life wouldn't stop until they had met all of the important people in each other's lives but a part of him wanted to keep Kurt shielded from Cooper's vivacious personality just a little bit longer. He didn't want to scare Kurt off completely.

Kurt had readily agreed to meet Cooper, arguing that it was good for them to get all of the 'meet the family' moments out of the way as soon as possible.

Which was how they ended up having brunch at Cooper's the following Sunday morning. In fact, all of Cooper's children were there, including Audrey (who had flown in especially to meet Kurt), much to Blaine's protests. He didn't want her missing out on work for brunch.

"Pretty much take everything Cooper says with a grain of salt," Blaine warned Kurt as they waited for someone to answer the door. "He's a bit... full on."

"Like Rachel?" Kurt asked.

"On par with, sometimes more than," Blaine whispered as he heard footsteps approaching the door.

"Bee!" Cooper exclaimed upon opening the door.

"Coop," Blaine returned before he was enveloped in a hug from his brother.

"And you must be Kurt," Cooper said before pulling Kurt in for a hug too. Kurt let out a surprised 'oh' and Blaine bit back a smile. "Oh, you're strong, I like that," he added once Kurt started to return the hug.

"Let him go, Coop," Blaine said.

Cooper let Kurt go and led them both inside. "We're about to sit down."

Blaine took his and Kurt's coats and hung them away before following Cooper and Kurt to the dining room. Cooper was rambling on about something that Blaine was sure was an embarrassing story about him.

"Here we go," Cooper said. "Blainey, you and Kurt are on this side of the table."
Blaine nodded and took his seat next to Kurt. He reached underneath the table and gave Kurt's knee a gentle squeeze. Kurt's gaze flickered to him and he gave Blaine a small smile before slipping his hand on top of Blaine's own.

"Would you like a mimosa?" Cooper's maid, Sylvia, asked. Blaine nodded and said thank you as she poured him one, then asked Kurt next.

Kurt raised an eyebrow but agreed and Sylvia poured him a glass as well.

"Trust me," Blaine whispered to Kurt. "You're going to need it to deal with Cooper."

"That doesn't sound encouraging," Kurt replied.

"He's fine, of course he is," Blaine said. "He's just a little exhausting sometimes."

"I can handle it," Kurt assured him, picking up Blaine's hand to kiss the back of it. An action that wasn't missed by Cooper.

"Aww, look at the lovebirds being all cute!" Cooper exclaimed and suddenly, all eyes were on them.

Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother's exclamation. "I guess it's all fair for you to assume that this is Kurt, my boyfriend," he said, glancing around at his sister in law, niece, nephews and all of their partners.

"Congrats, Uncle Blaine," Audrey said happily from her side of the table. "We're all happy for you."

"Thank you," Blaine replied.

"So, how did you two meet?" Cooper asked.

"We met when I spilled my coffee on Blaine at the Vogue office," Kurt replied. "He was there for Audrey's photoshoot, I think?"

"Actually," Blaine interrupted. "I met you before that."

"You did?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded. "The night before," he started. "At the Vogue party, I spoke with you at the bar."

"Wow, I had forgotten about that," Kurt said.

"I hadn't," Blaine whispered to Kurt, only for him to hear.

Cooper kept firing questions about their relationship and how they started dating, which Kurt answered most of with ease. Blaine was proud of him. He fit right in with his family and it made Blaine happy.

Brunch was always delicious in Cooper's house. There was usually no need for Blaine to even eat lunch, or sometimes dinner, after he'd had brunch at Cooper's because there was so much food available. Blaine would continue to pick at the fruit and waffles and drink mimosas until Cooper kicked him out or he left.

Cooper seemed to be getting along with Kurt quite well, Blaine noticed, as he poured Kurt another mimosa. Cooper, for his part, was being quite nice and respectful in his questions. Soon enough, Audrey and Kurt got talking about Paris and Blaine could practically see the excitement buzzing between them.

"Blainey," Cooper said a while later, once everyone had finished eating and had moved to other areas of the house to relax. "Come have a cigar with me."

"You know I don't smoke, Coop," Blaine replied.

"Bee, c'mon, I want to show you something."

Cooper got up and Blaine followed, figuring it was just easier to please his brother's requests.

"So," Cooper said as they stepped into his personal office. "Kurt's... cute."

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I think he is too."

"A little young, don't you think, Bee?"

Blaine blinked at his brother's bluntness but he should have expected it. "Not to us he isn't."

Cooper raised an eyebrow at him and opened a little wooden box, pulling out a cigar. "Sure you don't want one?"

Blaine shook his head.

"Your loss," Cooper said, unwrapping the cigar and lighting it. Blaine stepped out of the smoke's path and folded his arms across his chest.

"So you pretty much brought me in here to tell me that you don't approve of my dating Kurt because he's a bit too young for your tastes?"

"Blaine," Cooper said. "Don't get so hostile. It's just a comment."

"And age is just a number."

"Touch�."

Blaine sighed. "Look, just spare whatever lecture you had planned. I don't need it from you."

"I'm not going to lecture you," Cooper started. "I just want to make sure that you know what you're doing. For all you know, he could be a little gold digger and you're his sugar daddy."

"Ugh," Blaine grumbled. "That's not what this is! We're two mature adults, in an adult relationship. He doesn't want anything to do with my money, or what social status my family has, Coop."

"How can you be so sure?" Cooper asked, his voice laced with concern. "I'm just trying to look out for you here."

"I know but it really isn't necessary," Blaine replied. "And I know because I love him and when he looks at me, I know that it's real. You can't fake that kind of emotion."

Cooper stared at him for a few long moments before nodding. "Alright," he said. "I believe you. And, if I'm wrong, at least the sex would be great, right? I mean, someone that young..."

"Yeah, you can stop now," Blaine said. "I don't want to discuss my sex life with my older brother."

Cooper's hand clapped down on Blaine's shoulder, reminiscent of his father. "Alright, Bee," he said. "Just stay happy. That's all I want for you."

"I am happy," Blaine replied. "Really happy."

~*~