"Blaine, I'm kind of starting to freak out."

"Calm down, love. You're going to be fine," he reassured him with a fond smile.

Kurt smoothed down his crisp, white oxford that he had tucked neatly into dark-wash blue jeans for what he thought was the millionth time in twenty minutes. It had been approximately a week since James had come to Paris to apologize and his and Blaine's relationship seemed to be mending quite nicely. They talked on the phone frequently and Blaine noticed and appreciated all of the effort his father was putting into this, taking time out of his crazy, busy schedule just to make sure he talked to Blaine.

Today was the day they had picked out that Kurt would finally meet him. Kurt was a little more than anxious about talking to Blaine's father and seeing what his reaction to their relationship would be. He and Blaine had talked about this and decided to keep the PDA to a minimum until they could see how comfortable James was around them. He was finally coming to accept Blaine, in every sense of the term, so it was okay if they had to be less affectionate than usual because so long as he was meeting Kurt, they could tone it down to keep it comfortable for him.

"What if I'm not though! What if he hates me? What if he doesn't think I'm good enough for you or that-mmph."

Blaine framed Kurt's face with his hands and silenced him with a kiss, "Shut up, okay?" he teased and Kurt glared at him.

"I'm being serious right now. What happens if he doesn't like me?" he questioned.

"That's nothing we have to worry about. Please don't even think of that," Blaine pleaded.

"But-"

"Kurt," he spoke, "I know for a fact that he's going to love you, alright? He's going to absolutely love you, so please stop worrying about that."

"I'll try," Kurt sighed a little and his heart was beating uncontrollably from his nerves.

"Okay," Blaine smiled soothingly at him and stroked his cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, "Just be your wonderful self and he won't be able to do anything but like you," he said lightly.

A flush crawled up Kurt's cheeks as he giggled, "Now you're just trying to make me blush."

Blaine nodded with a smirk, "Is it working?"

"You have to ask?" Kurt joked, making them both laugh.

"Very true," he said confidently. When their laughter died down, Blaine said, "You just have to remember what you told me."

Kurt sent a puzzled look his way, "And what was it that I told you?"

"That he can't touch us, Kurt," he responded in a smooth voice, quoting Kurt perfectly, "He can't touch us, or what we have. And while I highly doubt that something will go wrong, just remember that."

Kurt was speechless, shocked, impressed, flattered, and taken aback all at once by the fact that Blaine quoted him practically word for word, "Okay. I will."

Blaine smiled widely, "Now that's the Kurt I know."

He rolled his eyes, "I mean, I do give pretty flawless advice and I can't really say no to it soooo..."

"Now he's really back," Blaine laughed, "Sexy and confident as ever."

"Yeah that sounds like me," he nodded once, which kept the smile on Blaine's face. If he could joke at a time like this, then he had nothing to really worry about. But Blaine could still feel his nerves, see them as he took shaky breaths, and the hint of worry in his eyes.

"Relax," Blaine whispered once more. He noticed Kurt's gaze flicker down to his lips, so he kissed him sweetly. Kurt's hand went to the back of his neck, keeping him there, kissing him, until he could actually feel the tension leaving his body. Blaine's kisses were like an anchor at a time like this, something to keep him grounded, calm, and at ease. He held back a moan when Blaine slid his tongue into his mouth, fully enjoying it, but not wanting to get too carried away. It would be monumentally awkward if Blaine's father knocked on the door and interrupted something like this.

When Blaine was sufficiently sure that Kurt was calmer, he leaned out the kiss and rested their foreheads together, keeping Kurt put together through the physical contact that he obviously needed. His hands were on Kurt's soft cheeks and they were standing so close that they were practically toe-to-toe, their chests touching. The physical contact and affection was always an effective way of keeping Kurt at ease, Blaine had noticed. If it was something small and relatively unimportant, a simple hand-hold or kiss to the temple would do the trick, but when he was truly stressing out, like he was in that moment, he needed more than that. Yeah, this made Kurt feel really needy, but as long as he could touch Blaine or have Blaine's lips on his, he really didn't care too much anymore.

Kurt never thought that he would be like this, let alone have something like this. He never saw himself needing to have someone else's hand in his or having someone to think of his needs over their own. He never thought a simple brush of lips could bring him so much peace and happiness. He never thought an arm around his shoulders could make his heart go wild. Then, Blaine Devon Anderson walked into his life and changed all of that. He changed everything, every single expectation Kurt had. But Kurt knew that he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Someone's deep in thought over there," Blaine teased quietly.

Kurt gave him a small smile, "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Blaine kissed his forehead and moved them over to sit on the couch, "Want to tell me what you're thinking about so intently?" His vocabulary use was meant to lighten the mood, which it did, but the sentiment and concern behind the question was still present.

He rested his head in the crook of Blaine's neck, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply the coffee, spicy smell of Blaine that was always so effective in calming his nerves, "I feel clingy when I'm like this, but you touching me feels too good to care," he stated honestly.

Blaine's arm found its way around his shoulders as he laughed fondly, "You're not being clingy and even if you were, I like touching you and comforting you. So, have no worries because I am certainly not complaining over here."

"Okay," Kurt laughed, the sound muffled by Blaine's neck.

They sat like this for a little while. Blaine rubbed soothing circles into his back and dropped the occasional kiss into his hair while Kurt just breathed and let himself be cared for. They were both startled when someone knocked on the door and broke their silent melody of love and tranquility.

"You ready?" he heard Blaine say next to him. He nodded and latched onto Blaine's hand to keep some part of his newly acquired ease through some sort of contact. Blaine kissed his knuckles and they walked over to answer the door.

Kurt didn't know what he expected James Anderson to look like, if he was being completely honest. He immediately noticed certain things about him as they opened the door. He was slightly taller than Kurt, with a strong, defined jawline, hard, mature features, and curly brown hair that had been gelled to perfection, which was the only contrast it had to Blaine's own tastefully unkempt curls. He and Blaine had the exact same honey hazel, golden eyes though and the connection between the two men through that made Kurt calmer.

James smiled at his son and stepped into the room to hug him, "Blaine, how are you?"

Blaine reciprocated the smile and only dropped Kurt's hand in order to hug him back, "I'm good," he said and gestured with his hand to Kurt when they pulled back, "Dad, this is Kurt."

James turned his attention to the other boy and smiled warmly at him, "It's very nice to meet you, Kurt," he said and extended his hand out to him.

Kurt shook his hand firmly, "It's nice to meet you, too, Mr. Anderson." He hoped to everything that his voice wasn't as shaky as his insides felt because the last thing he needed was for Blaine's dad to see him nervous.

"Oh please, call me James," he offered kindly.

Kurt felt some more of the tension leave his body as he said, "I will," and they shut the door behind him, "Blaine's told me a lot about you."

"Likewise," he said nicely, "He can't seem to ever stop talking about you." He threw his son a joking glance and Kurt turned to him to see his cheeks darken considerably. The sight made Kurt smile.

"Only good things I hope," he played along and the small talk continued as they made their way into the living room. Earlier, Blaine had brought in the comfortable armchair that was in his bedroom into this room to make space for all of them. James took the armchair and Kurt settled into the couch, a little confused when Blaine didn't sit next to him.

"Dad, you want anything? Kurt?" Kurt should have known he was going to play the dapper, polite card.

"I'll just have a water," James responded.

Blaine nodded at him and then turned to Kurt expectantly, "No thanks," he told him and Blaine walked into the kitchen, leaving the other two alone.

An uneasy silence hung in the air for about three long, full seconds before James cleared his throat, "So Kurt, uh, tell me about yourself," he prompted, giving him his full attention.

"Well, I'm 18. I just graduated from McKinley High in Lima, Ohio," he stated, "When school starts back up in the fall I'll be starting at NYADA to major in musical theater."

"Musical theater. I'm impressed," James said honestly, "You sing?"

Kurt nodded, "I do. I've been singing since I was little."

"Blaine, too," he said nostalgically, "Well, it's safe to say you're good at it if you're going to NYADA," he joked.

"Thank you. I mean I guess-"

"He's got an amazing voice," Blaine chimed in as he returned with a water for his dad and a can of coke for himself.

"Blaine," Kurt scolded with blushing cheeks.

"What?" he asked innocently, "I'm just speaking the truth and you can't even deny it."

"He's a pretty good judge of talent," James added, "He's got quite the voice himself."

"I know," Kurt smiled. He thought of the first time Blaine ever sang for him, that night on the Eiffel Tower when they said their first ‘I love you's' to each other. Blaine seemed to be sharing the same thought as him because they caught each other's eyes and smiled at each other fondly.

"So tell me," Blaine's father interrupted their unspoken moment, drawing their attention to him, "How did you two meet?"

Kurt groaned and Blaine laughed loudly, partly at Kurt's reaction and partly at the memory. It was easy for James to observe the dynamic they had going, it was one of the purest forms of happiness that he had ever seen in all of his years of living.

"Well..." Blaine left hanging and laughed at the glare Kurt sent his way.

"Well," Kurt picked up, "It was the morning after my flight landed here and I decided to go to some little café near my hotel that I had found on Google because I was in some serious need of caffeine. After I ordered and picked up my cup, I turned to get myself a table, when I walked straight into Blaine and spilled my coffee all over him."

"The proof of which is still staining the white V-neck that I was wearing," Blaine joked. Kurt laughed despite himself and smacked Blaine playfully across the chest.

"So basically the most embarrassing moment of my life is also known as the moment I met him," Kurt placed a hand on his thigh for a quick second and threw him a loving glance. Blaine wanted nothing more than to be able to kiss him, anywhere he could, but his father was doing so well with all of this. The last thing he wanted to do was push him too far.

"Well it seems like you made quite the impression," James smiled at the pair.

"I guess I did," Kurt said bashfully, "All I know is, embarrassing or not, I wouldn't trade meeting Blaine for anything in the world."

"Really?" His father questioned further.

"Absolutely," he said without hesitation, "Blaine has turned my life upside down and completely for the better. He's taught me so much about myself that I didn't even know before. And when I'm around him. gosh, we could be doing anything, we could be sitting in the middle of the Arctic, and I know that he would find some way to make laugh, even though I'd be miserable," Blaine smiled silently next to him at the thought, "I just can't picture my life without him anymore," he admitted. Blaine's heart swelled with so much pride and love as he spoke. Pride because Kurt was being so confident and honest with what he wanted to say despite being nervous. And love, well, because Kurt had just poured his heart out. How could Blaine do anything but love him?

James looked straight at Kurt as he asked, "He makes you happy?"

"Extremely," he answered immediately.

"And Kurt makes you happy?" He turned to his son.

Blaine nodded softly, "Happier than I've ever been." A huge smile tugged at the corner of Kurt's lips as Blaine said this. He was sure Blaine was going to make his heart explode one of these days.

James looked between the two of them, at their faces, at how Blaine had subconsciously stretched his arm along the back of the couch behind Kurt's body, at how they were angled toward each other even though it was done unknowingly, and at his son's face. Blaine looked so happy with himself, with Kurt, with everything. If James didn't know any better, he would even go as far to say that his son was glowing. His eyes were filed with the most radiant light and he never once stopped smiling that toothy, goofy smile that made him look like he was five years old again.

James clapped his hands on his thighs, startling the two on the other couch, "Well that just settles it."

"Settles what?" Blaine asked, eyebrows knitted close in confusion.

He laughed at his son, "That you two love each other, of course," he said in an obvious tone, "You can see it clear as day on both of your faces."

Blaine looked at him dumbly and Kurt just looked shocked in general, "S-so does this mean that you're okay?" Blaine gestured at himself and Kurt, "W-with us?"

"I am," he chuckled, "You two are good for each other, there's not much to it."

"Okay," Blaine grinned widely, his heart swelling.

"Oh, and Blaine?" James sipped his water.

Blaine stopped as he was mid-gaze with Kurt to ask, "Yeah?"

"You are allowed to touch him, you know," he said knowingly.

Kurt started to sputter, not actually making real words but trying desperately to do so. Blaine's eyes went a little wider, "We just didn't want to make you uncomfortable at all or anything."

James nodded once, "And as much as I appreciate the concern, it's okay," Blaine looked like he was going to protest, so he beat him to it, "I promise. It's fine."

Blaine moved his outstretched arm off the back of the couch and hesitantly settled it around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt leaned slowly into him so that their position was more relaxed and comfortable. Not even once did James flinch or even make a comment about it, so they were filled with more ease about it as time went on.

The rest of the afternoon went extremely smoothly, even bordering perfect in Kurt's opinion. The conversation flowed easily between the three of them; an outsider looking in on them would have never been able to guess that this was James' first time meeting Kurt.

Kurt was surprised and pleased at how well he and Blaine's father got along. They talked cars, New York, and even teamed up and made a little fun of Blaine together when the opportunity would present itself.

Blaine was impressed as hell. Kurt was charming the socks off of his dad, who was treating Kurt like he was someone he'd known forever. It wasn't like Blaine had doubted that Kurt would make a good impression, but this went above and beyond all of his expectation that he had set for this.

James was taken aback by the couple. They had an air of maturity to their relationship, one with extremely silly moments in it, but their relationship was beyond anything he'd ever seen at their age. They were tactile, but tastefully so, it was never too much. It was the occasional way Blaine would rub Kurt's shoulder or kiss absently into his hair or the way Kurt would subconsciously lean into him. They were also very in tune with each other. It was the knowing glances, the way Kurt knew how to finish Blaine's sentences when Blaine couldn't do so himself, and how they would smile at each other at random moments, signifying some sort of inside joke they had, that gave them away. They were perfect for each other and James was ashamed of himself for ever doubting that, back before he had come to his senses and made amends for his old ways.

In general, all three would gladly admit that this was a success. When it was time to go, James shook Kurt's hand with the promise of ‘We'll have to do this again' spoken. Kurt would actually be looking forward to it.

When James hugged Blaine though, he whispered something into his ear. Something, to Kurt's ears, that sounded a lot like ‘Don't let him go,' to which Blaine smiled and whispered something back to him, Kurt couldn't hear his reply. But if Blaine's smile was anything to go off of? His response looked a lot like I would never dream of letting him go and that spoke more to Kurt's heart than actual words ever would.

A week later, the boys were absolutely exhausted. It had been a long week for them both. Blaine had to deal with clingy friends that insisted spending more time in Blaine's room instead of their own. Kurt had to deal with an idiotic, absent-minded stepbrother and an overly-energetic, annoyingly enthusiastic best friend. And worst of all? Apart from their morning coffee dates, they hadn't been able to have any alone time together. Blaine didn't know how he was functioning and Kurt felt like he was going to explode. Thankfully though, Blaine had been able to kick out the dumb-twins so that Kurt could come over. It was a much needed and well deserved visit on both ends.

From the instant he walked through the door, Blaine could see just how spent Kurt was, the tension rolling off him almost in waves. After an hour of pouty-Kurt, Blaine dragged him to his bedroom. He wanted his boyfriend to relax and he had the perfect way of making that happen.

So, currently, Kurt was shirtless, laying face first on the mattress, face buried in pillows, as Blaine sat on the backs of his thighs and massaged his muscles. In theory, really, this was a win-win situation: Kurt got a massage and Blaine got to touch him, touch his naked back, more specifically, for an extended period of time.

The only problem was that if Blaine didn't have superb self-control, he would have flipped Kurt over and had his way with him by now. Every time he would work out a knot or touch a particularly sensitive part of him, Kurt would release the most sinful moans that sent all of Blaine's blood rushing south. As this went on, it got harder and harder to hide his arousal at the whole situation, but he was determined to keep this about Kurt and de-stressing him. Every so often, Blaine adjusted the way he was sitting, for the fear of Kurt discovering just how turned on he was getting. It wasn't until Kurt spoke up that he realized the problems that doing that could create.

"Blaine I swear to God if you don't stop moving on my ass we're going to have a huge problem and I don't have the energy for us to do anything like that for the first time right now." His eyes were shut and he looked completely blissed out, but the undertone of his voice was scolding and serious.

"Sorry," Blaine was blushing to his roots, "I-I just...um..."

"I know," Kurt replied. He could feel Blaine half-hard against him every time he tried to shift discreetly, "I know and you're not making me uncomfortable at all, alright? It's really okay."

"You sure?" he checked one more time.

"Positive. If anything it's flattering. So relax and keep massaging me, slave boy," he commanded contently.

Blaine raised his eyebrows, "Slave boy, huh?"

Kurt nodded against the pillows, "Yes, you're my slave now and you have to do everything I tell you to do for the rest of our lives."

He chuckled to himself, "Kurt Hummel, who knew that you were such a kinky man?" he teased.

"That is not what I meant and you know it," Kurt whined, "Put your dirty mind away before I have to punch you."

"Violent now, too? Kurt, I'm getting concerned," he said sarcastically.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do, a lot."

"You're just saying that."

"No I'm not. You're mean."

"I'm not mean!"

"Yes, you are."

"Am not."

"Okay you're not, but I still don't like you."

"You love me."

"That I do," Kurt admitted in defeat.

Blaine chuckled at their exchange and pressed a fleeting, feather-light kiss to the back of Kurt's neck, making him giggle uncontrollably, "Tickles," he mumbled.

"You're still so darling, even after all this time," Blaine remarked, moving his hands to work at his shoulders, "How is that even possible?"

"Just part of my undeniable charm I guess," Kurt said, speaking through a particularly loud groan as Blaine found another knot to work at, "Shit, B, right there," he advised.

"Okay." And so he did, successfully getting it completely worked out after a few long minutes, "Hey, Kurt?"

"Mhm?"

"My hands are kinda starting to hurt," he said extremely regretfully.

"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed, "I'm sorry! I didn't even think of that!" He wiggled his hips, urging Blaine off of him. When he did, he threw his shirt back on because of the chilliness of Blaine's room and laid down on his side.

"No, it's really okay," he assured him, "They just feel a bit like Jell-O at the moment," he laughed. He laid on his side, facing Kurt and staring into his eyes dreamily.

Kurt took both of his hands in his own, kissing each knuckle softly and holding them tight to his chest when he was done so that Blaine had to move closer, "Thank you for that." He kissed the tip of Blaine's nose with smiling lips.

"Anytime," he smiled back, "I hope it helped."

"Oh it did," Kurt said honestly, "I'm so relaxed I feel like I could sleep for days."

"Why don't you take a nap then? You look absolutely exhausted."

"I am," he agreed, "But this is the first time we've been alone in a whole week and I'll feel bad if I spend it sleeping."

"We have lots of time. You don't have to be back until late," Blaine reminded him. He freed his hands from Kurt's and whispered, "C'mere."

Kurt scooted himself down a little so that Blaine's chin was resting on his head and he could hear Blaine's heart thumping against his ear. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist while Blaine's went around his shoulders. Their legs tangled together naturally and Blaine trailed his fingers lightly up and down his back, giving him the best kinds of goose bumps.

"Love you so much," Kurt murmured, sleep already starting to take over his body.

"Love you, too, Kurt," he whispered soothingly, "So much." Kurt's breathing evened out completely over the next few minutes and Blaine was left to his own tired thoughts.

He lived for days and moments like this. Days where he and Kurt could be alone and silly and adorable together were the most perfect days. Moments like this, Kurt wrapped around him and trapped in their own little bubble of love, were the best of them all. Eventually Kurt would wake up, they would spend a few more hours together, and then Kurt would have to go back. But for right now, Blaine was going to enjoy this, holding the love of his life safely in his arms and slowly falling deeper in love with him every second.