CHAPTER 12

The light from Kurt's bedroom window was never welcome in the mornings when all he wanted to do was to laze around and sit in his pajamas inside his room all day while watching movies or blasting out his collection of musical soundtracks; and today was such a day. However, the way his bed is in the middle of the room with large windows almost all around the place, it was hard to avoid the blinding light.

Kurt grumbled, not willing himself to open his eyes just yet. It was Sunday and Sunday is rest day and it was the first day of a whole week without work, he earned this. It was a good thing that he has a nice pillow by his side to cover up some of the light. He snuggled closer to his pillow and breathed in the familiar scent of his bed– coffee and Axe body spray – he smiled in his sleep, his bedroom smells a lot like Blaine.

His eyes snapped open, a frown working its way up Kurt's features as he tried to adjust to the sudden light that was clouding his eyes. He could feel his pillow breathing. What? Pillows don't breathe. Once his eyes got used to the light, his gaze went to his arm that was resting at a person's hip and said person was peacefully sleeping while Kurt was having a momentary freak out. His gaze traveled upwards, finally focusing on the man's face and there, right above him, was Blaine with his back leaning onto his headboard and sleeping soundly.

When did he get here? Kurt looked at his arm that was tightly wrapped around Blaine's hip and he couldn't help but feel around a little bit. His fingers twitched, wanting to squeeze anything that looks squeezable. Jesus Kurt Hummel, your father did not raise you to become a pervert. He argued with himself inside his head and the sudden movement woke Blaine up.

Blaine let out a low grunt as he shifted in his position and Kurt noticed that Blaine was frowning, trying to stretch his back which had probably gone sore because he wasn't comfortable sleeping in a sitting position. He peeked open a sleepy eye and peered down at Kurt then grunted again as if he didn't see anybody. Kurt's eyes widened as Blaine closed his eyes once more, settling into a more comfortable position next to Kurt and pulling the duvet over his freezing arms and neck. He assumed a fetal position, facing Kurt, letting out a long breath while Kurt just stayed there, his arm that was previously around Blaine's hip was now on Blaine's chest; the sleepy man clutching Kurt's hand to his heart.

Kurt bit his lip; he was a 25 year old man, he doesn't squeal like a little school girl. No way. But he does, however, try not to hyperventilate because that simple action was completely romantic. Like it only happens in movies that he filmed and not in real life, at least not for him. Kurt let out a breath and decided to just take this time to observe Blaine.

Blaine doesn't snore; his chest rises and falls evenly under Kurt's hand. The back of his hair sticks out with little curls that got out of the gel's hold and his lips twitch more often than not. Kurt couldn't help but notice how long Blaine's lashes are, he wanted to touch it if only it wasn't a creepy thing to do.

Blaine slowly opened his eyes. He was having a good dream about Kurt which happens all the time now, he smiled and sighed. It took a few minutes before it sunk in that Kurt was staring at him squarely on the face, his eyes darted around the room, widening in realization.

"Shit."

He pushed himself off the bed, head first and dragging the duvet with him, eliciting a small laugh from Kurt– the other man was obviously trying his hard not to but failing. Kurt peeked from the bed and raised his eyebrows at Blaine.

"Are you okay?" Kurt breathed out through gritted teeth, trying to hold his laugh. Blaine sat up, scratching his nape.

"Hi. Can you give me a minute to get over from the shock?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine. "Is my face really that horrible in the morning?"

Blaine blinked, looking up at Kurt with confused eyes. "What?" Kurt hung his head to the side until Blaine realized what he meant. "Oh. No. No, of course that's not it. It's the opposite actually." Blaine blurted out, making Kurt blush in the process.

"Thank you for the compliment B." Kurt smiled. He got up and went over to help Blaine up from the floor. Blaine mumbled 'thanks', grabbing hold of Kurt's hand. Kurt shook his head in disbelief at the sight of Blaine's bed hair which just consisted of curls sticking out from the gelled part. "Come on gelhead, time for breakfast."

Blaine followed suit with a sheepish smile because Kurt was just holding his hand and not letting go. At least Kurt wasn't freaking out about him having slept there. They made their way down to the kitchen and that's when Blaine remembered that he brought cheesecake over.

Kurt's face scrunched up at the box on the kitchen counter, letting go of Blaine's hand. "Hey what's this?" He asked no one in particular, curious and a little excited. Blaine just shrugged.

"I thought we'd talk over some—"

"CHEESECAKE!"

Blaine couldn't stop the laughter that emitted from him as Kurt practically glowed with happiness at the sight of the sweet pastry. Kurt glanced at Blaine and puckered up, doing air kisses towards him. Blaine blushed because he was pretty sure this was one thing they were going to talk about.

Kurt practically squealed as he grabbed two forks and patted the seat next to him by the counter. It's much easier to eat there than going to the dining table, And besides, cheesecakes can't wait. Kurt laughed silently. "Come on. Let's eat!"

Blaine rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Kurt, really? Cheesecake for breakfast?" He stood in front of Kurt, the counter keeping them apart.

Kurt batted his eyelashes at Blaine, giving him a breathtaking smile. "What's wrong with that? Nothing's wrong with that right? We can have cheesecake now right? Please?" Kurt excitedly said.

Blaine blinked and chuckled, Ah the power of cheesecake on Kurt Hummel. "Alright. I'll make us coffee."

Kurt did a little triumphant sashay on his seat as he dove in while Blaine went over to the coffee maker and tried to make his best coffee out of whatever Kurt has in stock.

"Mmm, smells good," Kurt commented, Blaine hummed in reply. Kurt craned his neck to look at Blaine, "When did you learn how to make good coffee?"

Blaine thought for a second and then smiled, "When I was young," Blaine started, walking towards Kurt with two cups in hand; one mocha and one black coffee. Kurt smiled as he received his cup from Blaine, inhaling the aroma. "my mom would stay up really late waiting for my dad to come home and I'd always see her making coffee and I said to myself, 'I'd do that for her someday'." Blaine recounted, he took a sip of his coffee and sighed. "Yeah, so I did and she loved it that's why it stuck with me." He smiled. "And also because I work at a coffee shop so it's a must." He laughed.

Kurt smiled as Blaine shared a little bit of himself to him. "So they're back home in Ohio?" Kurt stated more than asked, sipping his mocha. Blaine mentioned a few weeks before that he was from Westerville which made Kurt's Thanksgiving dinner very possible.

Blaine shook his head, a sad smile gracing his face. "Oh, no. My dad left us when I was 7." Blaine shared. He recounted to Kurt the memories of the night when his father and his brother left him and his mom in their house at Ohio. He always believed that they'd come back like they always do but they never did. Blaine looked down at his cup, "My mom and I used to look up at the night sky you know, just watching the stars, and she'll say 'You see those stars sweetie? They're like your dad and your brother, you can see them but you can't reach them.'" Blaine's eyes were suddenly devoid of warmth, Kurt noticed.

Blaine only snapped out of his reverie when he felt Kurt stood between his legs and hugged him, burying his face in Blaine's neck. "Sorry." Kurt offered sadly. Kurt knew what it's like to lose someone you love especially a parent. Blaine just huffed out a small laugh, gently pushing away from Kurt and looking at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey, no, this is not something to talk about over breakfast." Blaine shrugged it all off. "Too heavy." He said. Kurt gave him a smile and sat down opposite him. "So, how do you like your cheesecake?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Kurt chuckled, grabbing his fork and diving in again to eat. "Mmh, yum." Kurt moaned.

"You take in a lot of carbs and yet look at you," Blaine said, pointing his fork towards Kurt. Kurt glanced at him with his mouth full, humming in question. "You look like a—excuse my language— fucking supermodel. I mean how?" Blaine wondered aloud.

Kurt took a sip of his mocha and turned to Blaine. "If your work starts sometimes as early as 3 a.m. and ends in unpredictable hours, it burns off." He winked. "Also, food should never be turned down. Especially cake." Kurt laughed.

"Hmm." Blaine replied, taking a forkful of cake as well.

They ate in comfortable silence. Kurt glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was already 9 a.m. His eyes roamed around the kitchen and at the sight of the sink, he remembered about Thanksgiving.

"Oh! I almost forgot," Kurt jumped, facing Blaine. "Do you have plans on Thanksgiving?" He asked tentatively, not wanting to freak Blaine out. Blaine thought for a moment.

"I don't know. I'm probably just gonna be with my mom." Blaine said. "Why?"

"My dad wanted to invite you over for Thanksgiving dinner if that's alright with you?" Kurt asked. "He wants to meet you because he's got his nose on everything and we're not exactly trying to hide anything are we?" He said with a smile. Blaine almost choked on his coffee.

"Your dad? Your dad the congressman? Congressman Burt Hummel?"

"The very same."

"Oh god." Blaine blurted out, scared to his wits. Kurt couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to hold Blaine's hand.

"Don't worry about him. He's really nice." Kurt reassuringly stroked Blaine's hand with his thumb. Blaine let out a long breath, taking a sip of his coffee again to calm his nerves.

"Alright, when are you going home?" Blaine asked curiously, not wanting to think about his eventual meeting with Burt.

"On Tuesday. We can go home together! My dad's picking me up at the airport. You can go straight to my house and meet the fam." Kurt excitedly said, clapping his hands together. "Or we can go to your house at Westerville first, anything really." He smiled, giving Blaine the option because as much as he wanted to spend quality time with Blaine in the confines of Lima, he knew that Blaine would probably want to see his mother first.

Blaine scratched his neck. He doesn't have a problem with meeting Kurt's father, not really, but it can become problematic when it comes to his mother. "Alright, I'm fine with that." Blaine replied, not wanting to disappoint Kurt. "Should I bring my mom to the dinner?"

Kurt brightened up. "Of course, I'd love to meet your mom!" He immediately replied. It was a big deal for Kurt, family. However, Blaine had a concerned expression.

He reached out, taking Kurt's hand. "Kurt, my mom's really…wary of celebrities. Is that okay?" Blaine said seriously. Kurt gave him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah? Let me change her notion about celebrities then." He winked, making Blaine smile and feel like it's going to be okay with his mom.

Now all Blaine has to do was to convince his mom that he'll be going to Kurt's place first before going home. I'm sure it's going to be a breeze.

"Mom, his dad is a congressman."

Blaine was still at Kurt's and it was almost early afternoon. The day was spent mostly at the living room couch, playing with James and talking about a lot of different stuff; from Kurt's schedule after the hiatus is over to both of their childhood up to college days with Blaine deliberately avoiding anything related to his family.

When Kurt excused himself to take a long bath saying "I have routines that are important to maintain my porcelain skin, I hope you understand", Blaine went to the balcony to make the call.

It wasn't a breeze.

First was because his mom practically had a litany of lectures meant for him to hear in the past few weeks because he didn't contact her in any way. Second was because his mom couldn't believe that Blaine pushed through with dating Kurt even though she warned him and third was because his mom was concerned about Blaine going home with Kurt.

"Exactly why I'm afraid you'd get caught up with all the crazy surrounding them." Jane tried to reason out over the phone. Blaine sighed.

"I know mom but I swear I can handle this. I've faced these people almost everyday since we went to that Halloween party." Blaine countered. It was his mom's turn to sigh.

"Alright son, if you say so. I guess you really were serious about this." Jane conceded which surprised Blaine because his mother never admits defeat. "When am I going to meet Kurt again?"

"Uhm, we still haven't talked about when exactly but his dad invited us for thanksgiving dinner in their home. Is that okay?" Blaine said tentatively but his mom can sense it in his voice.

"Because you already said yes didn't you?" Jane said. Blaine chuckled a little.

"Sorry mom, I love you."

"Blaine really." Jane laughed as well. "Okay then. I'm going to the dinner but be sure you get home on Tuesday, holidays like these are the only time you get to go home." Jane reminded him.

"Yes mom but be sure you'd play nice, okay? Kurt's a really good guy. You know what he said when I warned him about you? Yes, I did warn him about you." Blaine added when he heard that his mom was going to react. "Anyway, he said he'd change your notion about celebrities. Talk about courage." Blaine snickered.

"I'll be the judge of whether he's good or not." Jane laughed but Blaine can feel that it's going to be fine with just a little more push. There was a pause then his mom said, "You know Blaine, you remind me a lot of myself."

Blaine smiled. "I guess it runs in the family huh mom?"

"I guess it does." His mom replied with a sigh. "Just be careful on your way home honey, okay?"

"Will do." Blaine enthusiastically replied. "And mom,"

"Hm?"

"I know this might be hard for you," Blaine said, hearing his mom chuckle lightly. "but thank you and I love you." He ended.

"You're so sappy." Jane snickered, teasing Blaine. Blaine rolled his eyes even though his mom can't see him.

"And here I thought we were having a moment." Blaine complained, he heard a snort and he couldn't help but laugh as well.

"I'm sorry. But I love you too sweetheart, no matter what." Jane said sincerely.

Blaine heard a shuffle from the room and he realized that Kurt was probably done taking a bath. He looked at his watch and was surprised to see that it took Kurt almost an hour to finish. That really was a long bath.

"I have to go mom. See you on Tuesday." Blaine said. "Don't get too excited."

"I can't promise you that." Jane replied. "Bye honey." Blaine said his goodbyes and clicked the phone off.

Blaine looked over his shoulders and saw that Kurt was already fully dressed and his hair was also already fixed. Kurt waved at him.

"Your turn." Kurt said as Blaine made his way towards him.

"I don't have a change of clothes." Blaine said, shrugging. He never actually thought that he'll be spending the night or the whole day at Kurt's for that matter.

Kurt went through his closet and pulled a pair of pants and a plain shirt and threw it over at Blaine. "Here, you can borrow mine." He smiled. Blaine stared at the clothing in his hands for a few minutes before throwing it back at Kurt, who screamed in surprise. "Hey! What gives?" Kurt said, putting it away from his face.

"I can't wear that." Blaine said, almost sounding horrified. "They're yours." He added. Kurt frowned.

"What's your point? Just wear them Blaine." Kurt said, throwing it back to Blaine. Blaine caught it and shook his head.

"It's a personal belonging." Blaine countered, throwing the clothes again towards Kurt. Kurt caught it and huffed, walking towards Blaine and practically shoving the material onto him as he refused to have clothes flying over and over again.

"Just. Wear. It." Kurt firmly said. "Or else I'm going to burn your clothes just so you'll be forced to have a clean one." He threatened.

"Whoa there. That escalated quickly." Blaine raised his hands in defeat. "The next thing I know, you'll start burning people too. Jesus." Blaine laughed as he conceded, walking towards the bathroom.

"Shut up." Kurt chuckled as well, pushing Blaine inside. "Take all the time you want." He smiled as Blaine closed the door.

Blaine looked around Kurt's bathroom for a bit and realized how organized he was with his things; he's got moisturizers labeled with morning and night and basically everything was in order. It almost seemed like Blaine would be breaking the rules if he uses some of Kurt's products. Heck, he couldn't even believe he's in Kurt's bathroom, how did things get to this again?

"Hey Kurt!" Blaine called out from inside the bathroom.

"Yeah?"

"Can I use your shampoo and other bathing essentials?"

"No problem!" Kurt replied from outside.

"Thanks!"

It only took a few minutes for Blaine to finish taking a bath but it was longer as compared to Blaine's usual bathing routine. Kurt's bathroom smelled like lilac and it's the most relaxing thing in the world. It smelled sweet and floral and fresh and just over all relaxing. He took in a deep breath before going out into Kurt's bedroom, seeing Kurt reading a magazine while on the bed, his back on the headboard.

Kurt craned his neck and smiled at Blaine as he came out, drying his hair. "Curly." Kurt actually giggled at the sight of Blaine's hair without the product. Blaine sat down next to him.

"It's all over the place when I don't have even a little bit of gel." Blaine explained, pointing towards his hair.

"Well I like it." Kurt said, reaching out to touch some of the curls, sending chills down Blaine's spine. "I can now call you Curly or Wonder Curls or Baby Hair." Kurt teased.

"Oh, is that an addition to you Blaine nicknames? Let's see, what are those? B, Puppy Blaine, Cupcake Man, Gelhead and those three more." Blaine shook his head in disbelief.

Kurt gave him a look that clearly says 'what are you gonna do about it?'. "You should keep it like this." He suggested.

"And risk being mobbed by your fans saying that your boyfriend looks like a mountain man with electrified hair? Don't think so." Blaine made his point.

"Ohhhh, so you are dressing up for the people. I thought you were dressing up for me." Kurt laughed, teasing Blaine.

"Kurt, you have a crazy fan base that sees and analyzes everything. Heck, they even worship my butt. You have no idea what 's going on in the dark side." Blaine shivers while Kurt just chuckled. "Oh you don't believe me? Where's your laptop?"

Blaine stood up and got Kurt's laptop sitting on the table near the window. He sat back next to Kurt and opened Tumblr, showing Kurt the capabilities of his fan base. Kurt already knew about what his fans were capable of since he knew about Tumblr and stuff like that but he's been busy recently that he didn't have the time to check what's happening over there.

"See?" Blaine said as one particular post came up. Kurt hooked his chin on Blaine's right shoulder, his breath ghosting over Blaine's neck. Blaine tried his hardest to remember how to breathe.

"Oh you look really good here." Kurt complimented him.

It was a photo of them from last week when Kurt picked Blaine up from work to have a late lunch with him.

OMG GUYS I WAS OUT TO GET COFFEE AND I SAW THESE TWO WALKING AROUNDBEING CUTE AND GOD IM CRYING HELP I LOVE L.A.

ooooohhhh Kurt's boyf looks dapper as fuck

if they aren't the hottest couple in the world then I don't know who is askfjsldjk

Can we please talk about the trash can on the side? Was the person who took this photo hid behind it? XD

JUST. GET. MARRIED. IN. NEW. YORK.

The new NPH and David Burtka? Anyone? ANYONE?

^ OMFG YESYESYES I APPROVE SO HARD

"I like that one." Kurt pointed towards the comment that says they were the new Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka. Blaine tried not to think about the underlying meaning in this context and just went with it.

"Nah." Blaine said, scrunching his nose. "I'd much rather be Kurt and Blaine with you." He smiled, turning his head to the side, his lips dangerously close to Kurt's. Kurt blushed at that, sometimes Blaine really says things that makes his heart go wild.

"That one's not bad too." Kurt whispered in reply.

There were a few moments when they were just staring at each other and Blaine couldn't help but look down at Kurt's lips. He tried not to lick his own. Was this the right moment? Was Blaine sure that this was it?

"What's holding you back?" Kurt quietly asked, his eyes searching Blaine's. Blaine was instantly pulled out of his thoughts. "I've always wanted to ask." Kurt added, still in his low voice. Kurt straightened up as Blaine turned to face him, putting the laptop down on the bed.

"Kurt, you're an actor." Blaine started. "This is part of your job and I know that." He said, referring to kissing. "But for me, kissing means that I can pour my unsaid feelings to the most important person in my life." He nodded towards Kurt, Kurt's lips quirked up to a smile. "And I don't mean to offend you in any way by not doing it but please know that I'm just waiting for the right moment." Blaine searched Kurt's eyes for anger or any negative emotion but all he sees was genuine understanding or trying to at least.

"Why?" Kurt asked. Blaine paused for a second, reaching out to touch Kurt's face. He looked straight into Kurt's glasz orbs.

"Because once I do, you can be sure that I'm not going to leave you no matter what." Blaine honestly said.

Kurt's breath hitched and it feels like his heart was screaming to walk out of his chest. No one has ever told him something like that before; it feels raw and new and it made him want to break into a song. Christ, Blaine's going to be the end of me.

Kurt held Blaine's hand and smiled at him. "I understand." Kurt replied because he really does. He let out a long breath. "God, Blaine Anderson, you don't know what you're doing to me." He breathed. Blaine's lips went up to a smile.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"It's a good thing." Kurt let out a breathy laugh. "But I can kiss you on the cheek right?" He asked tentatively. Blaine nodded but before Kurt could do so, Blaine swiftly leaned in and kissed Kurt on the cheek, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back.

And Kurt understood what Blaine meant; he did put his feelings into that little gesture; Kurt felt Blaine's longing and probably a little apology in that one motion. Kurt smiled and went in for a hug. "Thank you, Blaine." He told him. Blaine just smiled, wrapping his arms around Kurt as well.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and talking about what they would do when they get home to Ohio.