The next day after school, Blaine decided to call Kurt. He'd spent all day debating over whether he should ask Kurt if he could tell Mike and Tina about their relationship, and decided just to do it. What could it hurt, really?

Mike and Tina had been looking at him strangely all day, and he was sure it was because they were certain something was going on between he and Kurt, although he was pretty sure they had no clue what it was. In fact, they probably thought it was something much worse. Kurt had told Santana, so shouldn't he be able to tell Mike and Tina? He just wanted them off his back, and hopefully once they knew the nature of everything, they'd be supportive of his choices.

He dialed Kurt's number and pressed send.

He heard a click as Kurt picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Kurt."

"Oh, hey, Blaine. I just pulled into my driveway. What do you need?"

"Um, I was just wondering if maybe I could tell Mike and Tina? About us."

"No." Kurt said firmly.

"But you told Santana. And they're treating me weird, now, thanks to yesterday."

"God, Blaine, I knew you were upset about that."

"Kurt, I'm not upset. I just want to let Mike and Tina know what's going on so I can get them off my back and-"

"We're not having this conversation over the phone, Blaine. Can you just...Can you come over? Can we talk about this in person?"

Blaine heard a car door slam, and the clinking of what he assumed to be Kurt's house keys.

"Sure. Yeah. I'll be right over."

Blaine hung up the phone, and grabbed his keys and a light jacket. It was unseasonably warm for mid-late February.

When he arrived at Kurt's house, he went up and knocked on the front door. He got no response. He texted Kurt.

To Kurt: I'm here.

To Blaine: Come on up. I was just changing out of my Cheerios uniform.

Blaine turned the knob, opening the door, and went inside. He removed his shoes and jacket, leaving them off to the side, by the door.

He went on up to Kurt's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Kurt called.

Blaine stepped inside, and Kurt was sitting on his bed, back resting against the headboard, twisting his fingers together apprehensively.

"Look, Blaine, I know Mike and Tina are your best friends, but I just...I'm not ready for them to know, yet. I'm not ready for anyone to know yet."

Blaine walked over, sitting across from Kurt on the bed, folding his legs into a criss-cross position.

"How come you got to tell Santana, then? And your dad? That doesn't seem fair, Kurt. There are two people who know, and they're both people who are important to you. Why can't I tell the two people who are important to me?"

"Santana's your friend, too, Blaine. She started getting along with you way faster than I've seen her get along with anyone."

"But that's not the point, Kurt. Mike and Tina don't look at me the same way anymore. They've been...Judgey, since yesterday. They think I'm still 'pining after you'." Blaine said, exasperatedly.

"So tell them you're not."

"I did." Blaine sighed. "It's kind of hard for them to believe me, though, I guess, after you ambushed me in the halls."

Kurt scoffed. "It's kind of hard to believe that isn't bothering you when you keep bringing it up."

"It's not what you did that's bothering me. I know you had to. It's just...It's the way Mike and Tina are reacting that's bothering me." Blaine ran a hand over his face. "I trust them, Kurt. They won't tell anyone. I know they won't."

"You might trust them, but I don't know them well enough to trust them."

"But do you trust me?" Blaine asked, feeling slightly hurt that Kurt wouldn't trust his judgement on this.

"Of course I do, Blaine. Of course I do. I just...I'm not ready yet. Please."

And he sounded so broken that Blaine didn't have it in him to argue anymore. He knew he needed to go at Kurt's pace. He couldn't push him, or he might start pulling away, and that was the last thing Blaine wanted.

"Okay, Kurt. Okay." Blaine nodded. "Whenever you're ready."

"Thank you." Kurt whispered.

'Cmere." Blaine said, holding his hands out.

Kurt scooted closer to Blaine, and he took Kurt's hands in his, squeezing them gently, before leaning in for a gentle kiss.

Kurt had no time for gentleness, though, it seemed, as he laid back on the bed, pulling Blaine down on top of him and deepening the kiss. He tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair and began lightly scratching over his scalp, massaging it. Blaine let out a low groan, and ran his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Kurt obliged, opening his mouth, and Blaine slipped his tongue inside, dancing around with Kurt's tongue, battling for dominance.

Blaine pulled back, breathing heavy, and pulled off his own shirt, as Kurt did the same. He then lowered himself back down over Kurt, kissing all along his exposed torso, licking over his sensitive nipples, and nipping at his hipbone, just above the waistband of his jeans. He moved back up so he was hovering over Kurt, just looking into his beautiful blue eyes. He wasn't sure how long he stayed there, just staring. Kurt was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and sometimes he just needed to take a moment and let it sink in.

"You're beautiful." He whispered, before lowering himself down to Kurt's mouth for another kiss. He began rolling his hips down into Kurt's, their half hard cocks rubbing together through the fabric of their jeans.

"Fuck." Kurt whined. "Blaine."

"Want you to top this time." Blaine whispered hotly in Kurt's ear. "Will you...Can you...?"

"Of course." Kurt nodded, rolling them over so he was on top of Blaine.

"Mmph." Blaine squeaked as Kurt grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head before kissing him hard on the mouth.

Kurt reached between them, unbuttoning Blaine's pants and pulling them off slowly. Once they were completely off Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's torso, just feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers. He then began to mouth at Blaine's half hard cock through his underwear.

"God, Kurt. Please." Blaine begged.

Kurt ripped Blaine's underwear off, grabbing the base of his cock, and licking at the slit with his tongue. He then sucked the head into his mouth, moaning softly.

"Oh, fuck, Kurt."

Kurt looked up at Blaine through his long lashes, and Blaine could see a smile in his eye. He bobbed his head a few times, bringing Blaine to full aching hardness before pulling off the a soft pop, and reaching into his bedside drawer for the lube and a condom. He removed his own pants, and then popped open the cap of the lube, squirting some onto his fingers, and rubbing one gently around Blaine's hole before pushing in. Blaine held his breath as Kurt began thrusting the digit in and out, slowly. Oh so slowly, before adding another, and then a third.

"Kurt." Blaine whined. "More. Please. I'm ready."

Kurt pulled his fingers out of Blaine slowly, and Blaine whined at the empty sensation, his muscles clenching around nothing. Kurt tore open the foil package, rolling the condom onto his aching erection, and slicking it up. He lined himself up with Blaine's entrance and slowly pushed in.

"God, you're so tight." Kurt said, once he was fully sheathed inside of Blaine's ass.

"You can...You can move." Blaine swallowed hard.

Kurt pulled back slowly before slamming back in, rocking in and out of Blaine at a steady pace. Blaine ran his hands down Kurt's back, stopping at the swell of his ass and resting them there, squeezing lightly. Kurt gasped softly.

"Fuck, Blaine, you're so good." Kurt whispered, trailing sloppy kisses all along Blaine's neck.

"Faster." Blaine whined, and Kurt obliged, speeding up as he began to suck on Blaine's collarbone. Blaine hoped it left a mark. It felt like it would.

Kurt's hips began to move faster, and more erratically. Blaine knew his orgasm must be drawing near. Kurt reached between them, grabbing Blaine's cock, and jerking it quickly. He angled his hips just so, causing his cock to hit Blaine's prostate with each thrust.

"Fuck, yes. Right there. Oh, God. I'm so close." Blaine babbled, feeling the familiar heat pooling in his stomach. "God, don't stop."

Kurt pumped Blaine's cock faster, running his thumb over the head with each upstroke. It didn't taking long before Blaine was coming with a shout, spilling all over Kurt's hand, and his own stomach, his muscles tightening around Kurt's length, and pushing him over the edge as well.

"Oh, God, Blaine. Fuck, baby, I love you so much."

Kurt pulled out, removing the condom and tying it, before throwing it into the trash. He laid down next to Blaine, both of them taking a moment to catch their breath.

"I love you, too." Blaine whispered.

Kurt got up and went to the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean Blaine off with. Once he'd wiped him down, they both got dressed.

"Wanna stay for dinner again tonight?" Kurt asked. "I think my dad really liked having you here yesterday."

"Sure." Blaine nodded.

As they headed downstairs, they heard someone rustling around in the kitchen.

"Huh. That's weird." Kurt said. "My dad's usually not home for at least another hour."

Blaine shrugged, following Kurt into the kitchen.

"Hey, dad." Kurt greeted. "What are you doing home so early? I didn't hear you come in."

"I'm not surprised." Burt said.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.

"I mean that I'd be surprised if you two could hear much of anything, considering how loud you were bein' up there."

Kurt felt like his stomach had relocated to his throat. How long had his dad been home? How much had he heard? Burt was oblivious to Kurt's past sex life, and he was kind of hoping he wouldn't find out about his current one either.

"Loud?" Kurt asked lamely. "What kind of loud?"

"Kurt, you know exactly what I mean, and I don't want you to make me say it." Burt snapped, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Sit down. Both of you."

Kurt looked at Blaine. He looked about as sick and nervous as Kurt felt.

"Look, Kurt, you know I like Blaine," Burt smiled a Blaine awkwardly. "but I think he's been a bad influence on you."

"Dad, you don't understand."

"Now, Kurt, I know he's your first boyfriend, and so I've never talked about any of this...sex stuff with you before. But you're too young for all of this, Kurt. And you're certainly not at a point in your relationship where you two need to be doin'....things, alright? You haven't been together that long, kiddo."

"It's a lot more complicated than you think, dad."

"It's not, though, Kurt. I know you think it is, but it's not. You need to wait longer before you start doin' all this. You hardly know each other at this point, and your feelings for each other could change. I don't want you putting yourself out there for another person until you're certain it's what you want, got it? And that goes for you, too, Blaine."

Kurt was silent, not sure how to respond. The guilt he felt about his behavior over the past few years was hitting him full force, and he wished he could just tell his dad everything.

"With all due respect, Burt," Blaine cut in, "I think my relationship with Kurt is a little more advanced than you think."

Kurt wanted to slap himself in the face. Or just slap Blaine. He really wasn't helping.

"With all due respect, Blaine, I've got a few years on both of you, and I think I know more about relationships than you do." Burt said. "And either way, it doesn't change the fact that I don't want you two bein' inappropriate in my house, or havin' sleepovers at Blaine's, or any of the stuff you two have been doin' that you know I wouldn't approve of."

"God, dad, if only you knew-" Kurt cut himself off, realizing what he was about to say. But it was too late, the words were out of his mouth. The damage had been done.

There was a moment of silence as Kurt looked to Blaine, and Blaine looked at Kurt, with a look of worry in his eyes. Kurt was not ready to have this conversation with his father. In fact, he was never planning on having this conversation with his father. Period.

"If only I knew what, Kurt?" Burt asked, calmly but firmly.

"Nothing." Kurt said, shaking his head.

"It's gotta be something, or you wouldn't have brought it up." Burt reasoned.

"I think I should go. I think...I think you two should talk alone." Blaine said, standing up.

Kurt latched on to Blaine's wrist.

"No! Please don't...Please don't go. I need you." Kurt took a deep breath. "I need you here for this." He whispered.

Blaine sat back down, holding Kurt's hand in his underneath the table.

"Dad, can you just...Just promise you won't get angry or yell? At least not until I'm done?"

"Of course, kiddo."

Kurt looked to Blaine, who gave him a nod of encouragement.

"I'm not...I'm not quite the kid you think I am." Kurt confessed.

"Whad'ya mean?" Burt asked.

"I...when I used to go out to parties, I..." Kurt took a deep breath, not sure of how to word himself. "They weren't...innocent parties."

"Well, I figured that, Kurt. What with them bein' hosted by Santana and all those other Cheerios."

"Please don't talk until I'm finished. I....This is hard enough already." Kurt pleaded.

"Okay, kiddo. Okay. Go ahead."

Kurt could tell Burt was feeling uneasy. He wasn't sure which of them was more green in the face. He tightened his hold on Blaine's hand and kept going.

"I, um. I got drunk a lot." Kurt tried to swallow, but it was difficult. "And when you drink, as you know, you often lose your inhibitions. And, dad, I did a lot of things I'm not proud of and I'm so sorry. I never meant to be a disappointment to you. But after mom died everything turned upside down, and I didn't know who I was anymore, or who I wanted to be, and so I just sort of turned into this...This empty shell of a person who'd do anything to just be able to feel good about myself for a few hours without having to worry about loving someone, and having them love me in return, only to lose them. And I'm just...I'm so so sorry."

Once Kurt had opened up, it had all come pouring out in a rush, and at some point, he'd begun to cry, and Blaine had wrapped an arm around him, hushing him gently, but all Kurt could pay attention to was the look on Burt's face.

First sadness, then disappointment, then something that looked almost like anger, and then, the one that hurt Kurt the most, failure. Burt's face said it all. He felt like he had failed as a father, and that was the last thing Kurt wanted him to think.

"Kurt," Burt began, but he had to stop. Kurt knew his dad didn't like to cry, and he must have been trying to prevent himself from doing just that. "This is my fault, kiddo. If I'd been there for you, if I'd done...Done something..."

"No, dad, stop. I don't ever want you to blame yourself for this. Please. I don't think I could handle it."

Blaine cleared his throat. "Honestly, you're a great dad. Kurt's told me a lot about you, and you did what you could, sir. Some people just cope with things differently, and for Kurt he had to...He had to make a few mistakes." Blaine smiled down at Kurt, who had rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, and squeezed his hand.

"You could've come to me, Kurt. When all this started. I could've done somethin'."

"I honestly don't think there was anything you could have done, dad." Kurt gave Burt a watery smile. "But you have to understand, if it weren't for Blaine, I'd still be that way. I'd still be miserable and unhappy and...And afraid to love anyone. I'd still be going out every Saturday night and doing something stupid that I'd have to hide from you, because I never wanted to disappoint you. I swear. My biggest fear was always disappointing you. And that's why I couldn't ask you for help. I couldn't...I couldn't let you know what I was doing, because I knew it was wrong. Wrong and stupid.

"But then Blaine came along." Kurt said, straightening up in his chair, and looking over to Blaine, giving him a warm smile. "He came along, and he told me...He told me it was okay to open up. That it was okay to be scared of losing someone I love, but that I shouldn't let that stop me from loving anyone in the first place. He taught me that it was okay to cry. He taught me a lot. But more importantly, he taught me what it felt like to love someone, and be loved in return, for the first time since mom died. Obviously I love you, and you love me." Kurt rushed to say, not wanting his father to doubt that for one second. "But we loved each other before mom died. I wasn't just going to stop loving you. Blaine is the first...Blaine-" Kurt stopped talking, taking a deep breath. "I love Blaine, and he loves me. And...And he saved me from myself, dad.

"And I know you think we're too young to feel so strongly about each other. That we haven't known each other long enough. But we've been through so much. It feels like I've known him for years. I don't know where I'd be without him. But I'm...I'm sorry for...having sex with Blaine in your house, dad. And it won't happen again, I promise. But maybe now you can understand why we feel like we're ready to take that step with each other. I just...I hope you understand."

Kurt wasn't sure where all of that had come from, but he was glad he'd said it. He looked over to Blaine, and saw tears pooling in his eyes.

"Hey. Hey, sweetie, are you crying?"

The tears began to roll down Blaine's cheeks at the term of endearment, and he pulled Kurt into a hug.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt asked, as he pulled away from Blaine's embrace.

"I just...I didn't know you felt so strongly about me." Blaine said, wiping his eyes. "I mean, I knew you loved me. I did. I just...didn't know I meant that much to you."

"Of course you do, Blaine. I honestly don't know where I'd be right now without you." Kurt leaned forward, kissing Blaine softly on the mouth. He could taste his tears, and he scrunched up his nose a bit at the fact. He heard Burt clear his throat and pulled back quickly, remembering his father's presence in the room.

"I can't believe there was so much I didn't know about you, Kurt. But finding all this out...It doesn't make me disappointed in you. I could never be disappointed in you. I just wish you hadn't been so afraid to tell me. And as for Blaine, if that's really how you feel about him, then I guess I'm real glad you two are together." Burt smiled at Blaine, a huge genuine smile. "Thank you, kid, for takin' care of my son when I couldn't. I owe you one."

"You don't owe me anything, sir." Blaine shook his head. "Just having Kurt is enough."

"This doesn't change the fact that I don't want you two bein' inappropriate in my house." Burt said. "But uh...What you two do in your own time, somewhere else, is uh...It's none of my business." Burt said awkwardly, straightening his baseball cap.

"Thank you, dad." Kurt whispered, letting go of Blaine's hand and walking around the table to hug his father.

"No problem, buddy." Burt said, squeezing Kurt tightly. "Now, what's for dinner? You stayin', Blaine?"

"Sure thing!" Blaine said, going over and joining father and son in a group hug.

Kurt laughed, and Burt was startled at first, but then smiled.

Kurt was pretty sure his life was finally heading in a direction he could be proud of. All he had to do was finish high school.