The next day at school Blaine, Tina, and Mike were standing by Blaine's locker after lunch, so Blaine could get his Math textbook, the other two having already gotten their books from their lockers.

They were talking amongst themselves, wondering what Mr. Schuester's assignment would be for Glee Club that week, when Kurt and a few other Cheerios came up behind them. They ignored them and kept on talking, until Blaine heard Kurt's voice shout "Hey! Losers! Don't just stand there like you don't know we're right behind you."

Tina, Blaine, and Mike turned around then, wondering what the Cheerios could possibly want with them.

Upon turning around, they each had an ice cold slushie tossed in their faces, and Blaine got an extra one dumped straight over his head, courtesy of Kurt.

His teeth were chattering, the cold ice and cherry flavored syrup matting down his curls, and dripping down his face and neck, staining his clothes red. He wiped his eyes, trying to stop any more of the cold liquid from getting in, his eyes already burning. He saw Kurt saunter away, high fiving the Cheerios as he went.

"...What just happened?" Blaine asked, turning to Mike and Tina.

"Was that your first time getting slushied, Blaine?" Tina asked, sympathetically.

Blaine only nodded.

"I'm surprised you lasted this long." Mike commented. He rarely got slushied, seeing as he was a member of the football team. But occasionally one would end up being thrown his way. "They usually get the new kids within their first week. Especially if they're in Glee. You were lucky to make it this long."

"Aren't you glad I told you to steer clear of Kurt? I told you he was bad news." Tina said, shaking her head sadly.

"Yeah...Yeah, I am." Blaine said, with no real emotion in his voice.

"Come on, Blaine. I'll help you get cleaned up." Mike offered, as he and Blaine headed off to the boys bathroom, and Tina went to find Mercedes, and ask her to come with her to get herself cleaned up.

Blaine was sitting in Glee Club, in his red stained shirt, not having been able to clean it all out earlier, nor having a change of clothes with him, when his phone vibrated, signaling the arrival of a text from Kurt.

To Blaine: Hey, Blaine. I'm...I'm really sorry about earlier.

Blaine knew it had probably taken all of Kurt's strength to write that apology, but in all honesty, he wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know how he was feeling about all of this.

To Kurt: Whatever. Don't worry about it.

To Blaine: I want you to know that I mean it. I /am/ sorry.

To Kurt: Look, Kurt, can we talk about this later? I'm in Glee.

To Blaine: Sure. Do you want to...Um...Come over to my place after you're finished with Glee? Take a detour, so no one notices.

To Kurt: Sure. Yeah. See you then.

Blaine didn't know what he was going to say when he saw Kurt. Part of him knew that Kurt had to do it, to keep up appearances. Knew that this was what he had signed up for when he decided he wanted to be with Kurt. But another part of him, no matter how irrational it was, wished that Kurt would have stopped them. Or at least not joined them.

He spent the rest of Glee rehearsal not really paying attention to anything, lost in his own thoughts. He'd have to text Tina later to find out what their assignment even was this week. Knowing Mr. Schue, it would be something totally unrelated to what was going on, or something totally unoriginal.

He walked out of class as soon as the bell rang, ignoring Mike calling after him, asking him if he was okay, and went straight to his car.

He took a very roundabout way to Kurt's house, taking nearly three times as long as usual to get there.

When he arrived, he saw what he could only assume was Burt's car in the driveway. Great. Just great. This really wasn't a conversation he wanted to have with Burt in the house.

He went up and rang the doorbell anyway. Burt answered.

"Hiya, Blaine. Nice to see ya. Kurt said you'd be comin' over to do some homework."

"Um, yes. Yeah. Hi." Blaine tried to smile.

"You alright there, kid?" Burt asked, his eyes roaming over Blaine's slushie stained shirt.

"Fine. Yeah. Kurt upstairs?"

"Sure is."

"Okay. Thanks." Blaine smiled as well as he could one more time, and then headed up the stairs to Kurt's room.

He opened the door without knocking, and walked inside.

"...Hi." Kurt said.

"Hey." Blaine responded, avoiding eye contact. He knew it was dumb, but he felt...betrayed. Was that what he was feeling? Betrayed? He thought it was.

"Look, Blaine, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier."

"So you said."

"Are you...Are you mad?"

"I don't know, Kurt. Should I be? We've only been together for two days, and now you're throwing slushies in my face? I don't think that's how relationships are supposed to go."

"You knew I wasn't going to change, Blaine! You know I have to stay popular! This is why we never should have started this...thing. I should have...I should have run as soon as I started feeling anything for you. I should have-"

"Stop, Kurt. Just..."

"What, Blaine? Just what?" Kurt sighed. "How did you expect this to work? Huh?!"

"I was hoping...I don't know. Never mind."

"We can't do this. It's not going to work out."

"I'm tired of this!" Blaine shouted, forgetting that Burt was home, and that he'd been trying to stay quiet for that reason. "I'm tired of going in circles with you! Do you have feelings for me, or don't you?"

"You know I do, Blaine." Kurt spat at him with a whisper-yell, staying quiet, because his father was home.

Blaine didn't register Kurt's quiet tone, and made no effort to stay quiet himself.

"Then why, Kurt? Why isn't this going to work out?"

"You know why! We've tried. We've tried, and look where it's gotten us. You're shirt's ruined from that stupid fucking slushie, and we're fighting." Kurt ran a hand over his face.

"We're always fucking fighting, Kurt. This is no different from before we got together."

"Exactly." Kurt shouted. "Exactly why we never should have gotten together in the first place. I knew it was a stupid idea."

"Don't say that. Please, please don't say that." Blaine said, feeling his heart breaking at Kurt's words. He walked over to Kurt from his place just inside Kurt's door where he'd been standing since he entered the room, and sat next to Kurt on his bed.

"Blaine, no." Kurt said, as Blaine reached for his hand.

"I'm not giving up on this. On us. I'm not."

"Why not, Blaine? Why can't you just tell me you hate me and leave? Please. It'd be better for both of us."

"It wouldn't be better for you." Blaine argued.

"Blaine, please." Kurt begged, though what exactly Kurt was begging for, Blaine wasn't sure.

"I'm not leaving. Not until you agree to keep trying."

"What for? I like my walls. I feel...I feel safe when my walls are up. Why do you insist on tearing them down, and hurting yourself in the process?"

"Because you're worth it." Blaine said simply.

Kurt shook his head, looking down at his hands which were folded together in his lap, twisting his fingers together anxiously.

"Don't shake your head at me. You are." Blaine said, taking Kurt's chin between his thumb and forefinger, and lifting his head up to give him a short, gentle kiss on the lips.

"Blaine, stop. Stop being sweet. I can't...I can't take it." Kurt said, shaking his head some more.

"What's wrong with being sweet?"

"What's wrong is that I don't deserve it."

"Haven't you heard anything I've said to you in the past few days?" Blaine asked incredulously. "You do deserve it. You just need to start believing that you deserve it."

"I don't want to believe it. Because if I believe it, then I'll expect it, and then what do I do when I don't get it? I don't want to feel entitled to being happy, or being treated well, because it just doesn't happen that often, Blaine."

"Don't you get it? It'll happen more often if you let it, Kurt. I know you're scared. I know you don't want to lose anyone else like you lost your mom. But making it to where you have no one to lose? That doesn't help anything. You'll be just as lonely."

"Loneliness is something I'm used to." Kurt looked down as Blaine reached over and grabbed his hand, but did not protest this time. "You just had to come along and ruin that, though, didn't you?"

Blaine chuckled. He was sure Kurt was serious, but he just had to chuckle. It relieved the tension in the room just slightly.

"That's one of the few things I'll say I'm proud to have ruined." He said, leaning over and kissing Kurt quickly and gently again.

"I still think this is a bad idea." Kurt said, not looking Blaine in the eyes.

"What if I said I don't care?" Blaine asked, a smirk beginning to grow on his face.

"I'd say, Kiss me, even though I'll regret it later."

Blaine shook his head. "Don't regret." He whispered, as he leaned in, kissing Kurt.

This kiss was more passionate. More of a promise, from Blaine to Kurt. A promise to not give up on him, no matter how stubborn or difficult he decided to be. No matter how long they had to keep their relationship a secret. Because Blaine knew that Kurt would enjoy life so much more, if he learned how to open himself up to love. He knew he'd signed himself up for a hard task. That Kurt would probably be taking one step forward and two steps back a lot of the time. But he was willing to do it.

He felt Kurt lying down beneath him, and situated himself so he was lying on top of him. They kissed lazily for a few moments, before Blaine broke away, breathing softly.

"I hate the way you do that." Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.

"Do what?" Blaine whispered back.

"Win arguments."

Blaine chuckled, connecting his lips with Kurt's again, and pushing his tongue into Kurt's mouth, probing around softly, loving the little whimpers Kurt was making beneath him.

Kurt broke the kiss this time, saying "Let me guess. No sex today, either?"

"Hmm." Blaine considered. "Nope. Don't want you to get used to having sex every time we fight." Blaine winked.

"We'd be having a lot of sex if we did that, I suppose."

"Hey now." Blaine said. "Don't just expect us to be fighting. I think once we get used to this whole thing, we'll get along just fine."

"Think what you want. I disagree."

"Didn't you just say I win a lot of arguments?" Blaine retorted.

"I believe I said I hate it when you win arguments. That doesn't mean you win many. I'm just used to winning every argument, so you even winning one is enough to upset me." Kurt teased.

"I've gotta get home." Blaine said, climbing off the bed and walking to the door, where he picked up his bag. "I'll see you around. Feel free to text me or call me whenever you want."

"Bye, Blaine."

A few minutes after Blaine left, Kurt heard a knock on his door.

"Come in!" He called.

"Hey, kiddo." Burt said, upon opening the door. "You and Blaine alright?" Burt asked tentatively.

"Dad? Do you need glasses? Blaine left."

"I see that. He walked right by me. I just meant, you know, I heard you two yellin' up here. Sounded pretty bad."

"Oh. Oh that. Um, yeah. Yeah, we're fine. Thanks for checking."

"Now, I wasn't eavesdropping or anything, it's just that you two were being pretty loud-"

"Dad, please don't ask any more questions." Kurt interrupted his father.

"I was pretty sure I heard Blaine sayin' somethin' about you having feelings for him." Burt finished, ignoring Kurt's interruption.

"Dad, please."

"You know, you can talk to me, Kurt. About anything. I'll always be here for you."

"There's nothing to talk about. Blaine and I are just friends. That's...That's all."

"You sure?" Burt asked skeptically.

"I'm...No." Kurt said, defeated. This was one of the few things in his life he didn't have to hide from his dad, for fear of disappointing him. So what did it matter if his dad knew? It's not like he was going to tell anyone.

"No?"

"No. Um, Blaine and I...Are...I guess we're dating." Kurt said.

"You guess?"

"No. No, I know. We're dating." Kurt said. Why was it so hard for him to admit this? Maybe because he'd been keeping everything in his personal life a secret from his father for so long that it felt weird telling him any part of it.

"Well, I'm happy for you, kiddo. Blaine seems like a nice kid. Wish you wouldn't have tried to hide this from me, though."

"It's a...new development." Kurt said. "We've only been together for two days."

"Gotcha." Burt nodded. "Well, you can talk to me. About anything. Got it? I'll always be here for ya, son."

"Got it. Thanks, dad."

"No problem. Wanna come cook me some dinner?" His dad asked with a chuckle.

"Sure, dad. Be right down."

Burt left his room, and Kurt took a short moment before following him.

Was it possible that his relationship with Blaine could be helping to better his relationship with his father? If so, Kurt thought maybe he should stop resisting.