"You're not serious," Santana said sitting down on the couch, her cup of coffee in hand, crossing her legs underneath her and she sunk into the cushion.

Kurt and Santana spent the previous night drinking from the bottle of wine that they'd been saving for Santana's birthday the next month and eating pizza while watching Facts of Life reruns that Kurt had DVR'd from TV Land. They laughed and sang along with an Amy Winehouse album until they both passed out on the couch. It was light and carefree and the most fun they'd had with each other in a long time; too long.

But with the morning came a pot of coffee, breakfast and the time to face what both Kurt and Santana had been avoiding. Santana's life had been completely destroyed in a matter of minutes and she only had herself to blame. And Kurt, though he had no immediate drama, had to deal with the fact that he could very well lose his best friend and his apartment in one swift kick. And that was only made worse by the reminder that the only real solution they'd been offered came in the form of his boyfriend's money. The money Kurt was already trying to get Blaine to stop spending.

But neither Kurt nor Santana could afford to keep pretending that their problems didn't exist or that none of this was happening. And against his better judgment, Kurt told Santana about Blaine's offer as they moved from the kitchen to the living room.

"I wish I wasn't," Kurt said sitting down next to his best friend.

"You know what he's doing don't you?" Santana questioned seriously.

"What?"

"He's trying to pay you to sleep with him," Santana said, "And since that's illegal, he wants to pay me."

"That is absolutely ridiculous," Kurt said laughing, "Even for you."

"Well you haven't slept with him yet."

"No, we haven't."

"That wasn't a question," Santana said.

Kurt rolled his eyes. How had he gone this long without having a real conversation with Santana? She was being completely insane, but he missed this; he had missed her. And no, he and Blaine hadn't slept together. But that didn't mean that he was doing any of this so that he would. The moment would happen when it was right. Regardless if he was loaning Santana money.

"Can we focus on figuring out what you're going to do?" Kurt asked hoping that he could get Santana to focus on something other than his sex life.

"We've got three weeks until rent is due," Santana said looking Kurt in the eye.

"And if you don't have your share, we're going to get evicted," Kurt said, "I can't cover both of us."

"What about your stupid brother?"

"I'd like to keep my family out of this as much as possible," Kurt said pausing to take a sip of his coffee, "We ask Finn for money, he's going to tell my dad."

"Well that takes Papa Hummel out of the mix," Santana said, "What if we asked Puckerman?"

"He doesn't have that kind of money," Kurt said, "But we can ask him as a very last resort."

"Even after asking your boyfriend?"

"You can't take money from Blaine."

"And why not? He's got plenty of it."

"Because you've been absolutely terrible to him. And even then out of the goodness of his heart he offered to do this for you. But if you let him do this, it's not going to make anything better and it's not going to be fair to you or to him."

"Make anything better," Santana repeated, "Hummel, what the hell are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, just," Kurt said, "You can't take Blaine's offer."

"Is something wrong?" Santana, "He's not hurting you is he?"

"Oh my god, no," Kurt said, "It's just that—Santana, Blaine and I are in the beginning of our relationship. I'd rather not have my best friend borrowing money from him."

"Well if we can't do that and if I don't have a job in the next seven days, I'm packing my bags, leaving my girlfriend and my best friend and heading back to good ol' Lima," Santana said, "And you're homeless."

"Can't you go back and apologize to Trent? Can't we fix this?"

"You're being unrealistically optimistic again," Santana said, "And I don't think he'd take me. I'm not sure I'd want to go back there after all of that."

"One of us has to be until we sort this whole thing out," Kurt said, "Now go make yourself presentable. We've got start scouring the streets finding you some work."

"One of us has to be optimistic about this whole thing or we'd both end up crying until they physically came and removed us from the apartment," Kurt said placing his coffee cup down on the table in front of his, "Now go and make yourself look presentable. We've got to start scouring the streets to find you some work!"

"And if the streets fail us, I can start working on street corners," Santana said before adding, "and in back alleys."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "I don't think Brittany, myself or your mother would appreciate that so let's hope for the best with our mission today."

"You're no fun," Santana said setting her coffee up down next to Kurt's before leaning over and kissing Kurt quickly on the cheek and vaulting off the couch and disappearing into her bedroom.

By Thursday afternoon, Blaine was ready to lead a team with his plan of attack on CCPP. He'd spent most of the day four days buried in research about the company and its previous trends, where it was trending now, and the history of the company. If there was a fact or statistic about Cohen-Change Pharmaceuticals, Blaine knew it. He had to know it in order to convince his older, more distinguished clients to invest in CCPP. You can't convince someone to put their hard earned money at risk when you respond with 'I don't know' to any of their questions.

But now, Blaine was certain that he could pull himself out of the reports and the articles and focus on his life again.

He hadn't seen Kurt since Friday night. And though part of it had to do with the fact that Santana had lost her job and she'd needed Kurt, but Blaine missed his boyfriend. Blaine found the relationship between Kurt and Santana a bit odd. One minute they could not be on speaking terms and the next they were using each other as a crutch without an apology, and without mention of the thing (which just happened to be him) that had been wedged between them. Maybe it was just the way best friends worked; Blaine had never had one. He'd had friends in high school, and he met Wes and David in college, but he never had that one person that he could rely on when things went to shit. He didn't have that person that he could tell all his secrets to.

Not that Blaine had a lot of secrets. But what surprised Blaine the most about his relationship with Kurt was that he wanted to tell Kurt things. They could be big things or little things, but he wanted to tell them all to Kurt. And he knew that no matter how ridiculous Blaine thought these things were, Kurt would never judge him or make fun of him for them.

When Blaine had to explain to Kurt why he hadn't told his parents about their relationship, when he'd told him how his parents weren't as tolerating as he'd wanted them to be, it had been one of the most open and vulnerable moments of Blaine's life. But somehow with Kurt holding his hand, he'd felt safe. To anyone else he'd describe his relationship with his parents as complicated, but he'd never told anyone before that the strain stemmed from Blaine's sexuality or how much he wished for his parent's approval, or how much it hurt that they seemed to treat him different because of who he was attracted to. But he wanted to tell someone, to tell Kurt, how much it hurt him. Because he knew, more than anyone else in his life, that Kurt would understand.

And all of that was absolutely terrifying to Blaine.

He'd been thinking about his relationship with Kurt a lot lately; especially since they hadn't seen each other in nearly a week. He'd smile every time his phone lit up and saw that he had a text from Kurt. But little things like Kurt texting 'I miss you' made him feel things that he wasn't sure how to classify. From someone who'd never really experienced love, how was Blaine support to know what love left like? Could something as simple as a text message make him feel love?

And when he texted back that he missed Kurt too, the intensity of it going unwritten, what did Kurt feel? Did Kurt's heart flutter at the sight of the words? Did the promise of plans on Saturday night make Kurt smile that thousand watt smile that Blaine liked so much. Did the idea of seeing Blaine in a few days make every minute that they hadn't been together worth it because they would be together soon? Did Kurt love Blaine? Was Blaine loveable?

Blaine thought back to the conversation, although rather inappropriate, about Kurt that he'd had with the guys in the office. He thought back to how Wes commented that relationships weren't this thing. That random guys and one night only was his thing. But that's not how it was with Kurt. In fact, for right now, Blaine didn't want to sleep with Kurt.

Was he attracted to Kurt? Of course. Kurt was without a doubt, the most striking person he'd seen in his entire life. But he was afraid that if they slept together, if they crossed that line that he'd get the overwhelming need to run that he'd gotten with every other guy before. He was afraid the panic would overwhelm him and he'd be out the door before he could come down from the high and he'd break Kurt's heart, and maybe even his own. He was fine with where they were at and Kurt hadn't pushed or made the suggestion to go any farther, so Blaine wouldn't mention it. When it was time, it would be time. And until then Blaine would enjoy every moment he had just being around Kurt.

Blaine was pulled from the thoughts of his boyfriend by his cell phone buzzing on top of his desk. He knew Kurt was at work and grimaced when he saw his father's name displayed on the screen. His father never called; it was always his mother who checked in on him from time to time. Blaine debating answering at all, but his father never called without purpose so he sighed heavily before answering.

"Hey, dad," Blaine said trying to at least seem excited to hear from his father.

"Blaine," the man on the other end said, "How are you?

"Fine," Blaine offered, "And yourself?"

"Great, just great," his father said.

Then there was a long moment where neither man spoke. Blaine could hear his father breathing and could hear the noise of the television in the background in his parent's house.

"Is everything alright, dad?" Blaine finally asked when the silence was too long and too uncomfortable.

"Yes, of course," his father answered in a tone that Blaine knew all too well. It was a firm tone that Blaine knew his father used when he was doing business, "I was calling to see what your plans are for Memorial Day weekend. Like every year, your mother and I are going to spend a week at the house in Greenwich and host our annual barbeque for the neighbors. We we're hoping that you would join us."

"That's next weekend," Blaine said.

"I know," Blaine's father said, "but we'd really appreciate if you came out here for this."

"I'll see what I can do. Work has me pretty busy right now," Blaine said though it wasn't entirely the truth. Part of it was work; the other part was Kurt, "Would you mind if I brought some friends?"

"Wes and David? Of course, not. They're more than welcome."

Those were not the friends that Blaine had in mind, but his father didn't need to know that yet, "Thanks dad. I'll get back to you this weekend with an answer."

"No problem, son," Blaine's father said, "I'll talk to you then.

"Yeah," Blaine said, "Bye dad.

The call ended and Blaine put his phone back down on his desk, stunned. He hadn't attended the Memorial Day barbeque in years and was surprised that his father had gone out of his way to call him and ask him to come. But Blaine saw the invitation not as an opportunity to be with his father, but an opportunity to introduce his family to the most important person in his life.

He wondered how Kurt and Santana felt about a little vacation.

"Squirt!"

"Good Morning to you too Cooper," Blaine said rubbing his hand over his face in an attempt to make himself alert after being rudely woken up by his ringing phone at an hour that definitely was before eight AM on a Saturday.

"Are you sitting down?"

"I was sleeping."

"Well you won't be when I tell you what has happened."

"What is it Coop?"

"I'm getting married!"

Blaine shot up in bed, his brother had been right, he was suddenly awake, though not any less confused.

"When?" Blaine questioned, "And to who?"

"The wedding is in six weeks and her name is Angela and she's my soul mate."

"How long have you known her?"

"Six months."

"Six months?!" Blaine said, "You're getting married to someone you've known for six months."

"Oh, little brother. When you know, you just know," Cooper said, "Not like you'd know mister I don't date."

"I'll have you know that I have a boyfriend."

"You're lying."

"I am not," Blaine said laughing, "His name is Kurt."

"Kurt, eh," Cooper questioned, "Well I guess if you were going to fake a boyfriend you'd give him a better name than Kurt."

"There is nothing wrong with his name," Blaine defended.

"No, there isn't," Cooper said, "But it just proves that he's not George Glass."

"You're ridiculous."

"So are you coming to my wedding or not? And please bring your boyfriend so I don't think you've gotten creative with me."

"I'll be there," Blaine said, "But I'll see what I can do about Kurt. He'll need to take a weekend off work."

"Tell him that I would be honored if he would attend and that I can't wait to meet him."

"I will," Blaine said, "Thanks Coop."

"Have you told mom and dad," Cooper asked, "about Kurt, I mean."

"No."

"Can you just show up to the wedding with him?" Cooper said completely serious, "Like no warning, just hey me and my equally gay boyfriend are here."

"I thought that weddings were about brides and grooms. Not their brothers and their boyfriend."

"You don't have to give us any money if you just do this for me Blaine. You won't even owe me a birthday present for like five years."

"No," Blaine said, "I'm flying out there next weekend for Memorial Day. I'll tell them then."

"Are you bringing Kurt?"

"I don't know yet. When I talked to Dad I told him I might be bringing two guests. But I haven't even asked them."

"And who might I ask is this second person?"

"His roommate, Santana."

"Is she hot?"

"Cooper, you're getting married."

"You're avoiding my question."

"She's hot Cooper. And your fianc� and her girlfriend might have a problem with you drooling over her."

"Don't you have any straight friends?"

"Yes, but they're all men."

"A tragedy I tell you," Cooper said, "Well Squirt, I've gotta run. But remember, Fourth of July weekend, you've got a very important date."

"I'll make sure to write it on my calendar Coop."

"And Blaine?"

"Yeah, Coop?"

"Congratulations on finding someone who can put up with your crazy," Cooper said, "He treats you well?"

"Yeah, he's amazing."

"Well, I can't wait to meet him," Cooper said, "Bye Squirt."

"Goodbye Cooper."

"So," Blaine said Saturday night while he and Kurt were cuddled up on the couch at Blaine's apartment, "I've got two events that I'd like to request the pleasure of having you accompany me to."

"Continue," Kurt said looking intrigued.

"My brother Cooper called this morning to tell me that he's getting married Fourth of July weekend."

"I don't remember you mentioning a girlfriend when you told me about your brother."

"That's because I didn't know she existed until this morning," Blaine explained, "Her name is Angela and they've known each other for six months."

"And they're getting married in," Kurt trailed off to count the days between then and July fourth, "like a little over a month."

"Six weeks," Blaine corrected, "Which is totally crazy."

"Why is it crazy?"

"Do you really think two people can bet married after six months and make it work?"

"It's not impossible," Kurt said, "It's kind of romantic. Which is silly, I know."

"I've just never seen Cooper with a serious girlfriend, let alone a fianc� or a wife."

"Sometimes when you know, you just know."

"That's what he said."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why didn't you do boyfriends," Kurt asked, "I mean before me. I don't think I've ever asked you why."

Blaine went to speak but closed his mouth several times. Each time there was a new explanation, a new reason, but he wasn't sure exactly how to explain it properly.

"I'd just never wanted one, I guess."

Kurt turned so he was facing Blaine more, "What didn't you want though? The responsibility? Did you not want to be tied down?"

"Can I tell you something?" Blaine asked, taking a risk and absolutely terrified that Kurt would shut him down.

"You can tell me anything," Kurt said.

Blaine smiled and reached over to Kurt's hand and laced their fingers together, squeezing gently, "You're kind of amazing, you know that right? And I'm honestly surprised you haven't kicked me to the curb because you deserve better."

Kurt opened his mouth to protest but Blaine cut him off, "I came into this relationship not having any idea what I was doing. I'm pretty sure I still don't. I've never had a relationship, romantic or otherwise, that I could count on one-hundred percent. My mom and dad were there, they were present, but they were never really good at showing affection in ways that didn't involve large amounts of money or grand lectures about how they were disappointed. It wasn't always apparent that they loved me or anyone really, not even each other. And Cooper. Well, he didn't really start caring about being a big brother until I was in college. And even then he's a little too egocentric for his own good.

"The spark, if there ever was one, disappeared from my parent's marriage before I could understand what was going on his this crazy world. So I have no idea what a functional relationship looks like outside of the movies. And those aren't reliable when it comes to dealing with the real world. So I guess the long story short is that I didn't want a boyfriend because I wasn't sure I could do it. I wasn't sure I could trust someone, and I wasn't sure if I was worthy of getting that trust in return. Plus, I'm not very good at romance."

Kurt smiled and pulled slightly at their interlocked hands, "Now, that, Blaine Anderson is an absolute lie. You're a romantic and you don't even know it."

"You think so?"

"I know so," Kurt said, "I recall a few instances where you sent me flowers for absolutely no reason and before my last audition."

"That was nothing," Blaine countered.

"That was something, Blaine," Kurt told him, "at least to me. You don't need to make big romantic gestures. The little ones are just fine."

"But you deserve big ones."

"Then you can work your way up to showing up at my door with a stereo raised over your head."

Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt on the lips. It wasn't much, but it was the only way Blaine could think of showing Kurt how much he appreciated him Blaine felt the couch shift and then Kurt was in his lap, his legs straddling Blaine's waist. On instinct Blaine put his hands at Kurt's waist, stroking his hip through Kurt's jeans. Blaine pulled away put leaned his forehead against Kurt's, relishing in the way his insides vibrated just being so close to Kurt.

"I don't want you to feel that way about me," Kurt whispered his breath hot as it caressed Blaine's skin, "I want you to know that you can count on me. Completely, and for whatever you need."

Blaine only nodded and kissed Kurt again. This time it was deeper, more meaningful. As if he was trying to put all the words that he wanted to say but couldn't into the kiss. Because that unnamed feeling was there again with his hand at Kurt's waist, with his lips against Kurt's, with Kurt's arms wrapped around his neck, holding them together; holding him together. Blaine didn't know how to say what he was feeling, but he'd do his best to try and tell Kurt without words.

"I love you," Kurt whispered.

Blaine remained silent, but tightened his grip on Kurt. He didn't know much about love but what he did know was that his heart was beating a mile a minute, his entire body felt like it was overloaded with the most intense, unnamed emotion and Blaine wanted to do nothing but drown in it for the rest of his life. Was it love? The fact that he couldn't imagine spending one whole day without Kurt in his life? Was that love? Blaine didn't know. He wasn't sure. And he wouldn't say the words to Kurt until he was absolutely sure.

"Does this mean you'll be my date to Cooper's wedding?"

"Yes," Kurt said, "But you said there were two events you needed to ask me about? What was the other one?"

"Oh, next weekend is Memorial Day, as I'm sure you know. My dad called today and asked me to join my family for this annual get together they host in Greenwich."

"You want me to meet your family?"

"Of course, I do," Blaine said with a smile, "I can't keep you hidden forever can I?"

"Blaine, I would love to," Kurt said, "But with Santana not working at the restaurant anymore, we're kind of shorthanded and I told them I'd work Monday for the lunch rush."

"And you can't just ask them to take her back?"

"Believe me, I've tried," Kurt said, "Trent doesn't seem to care about what this is doing to Santana. The rest of us are picking up the slack until they find a replacement."

"Fine," Blaine said with an exaggerated sigh, "I was going to invite Santana along. Maybe I'll just take her instead."

"You will do no such thing," Kurt said smiling, "If you're going to leave me, you can't take her too."

"I'll be gone for three days."

"I don't care," Kurt said, "I'll miss you."

"Maybe I won't go," Blaine mused, "Maybe I'll just stick around here."

"Santana and I are going to grill when I get off work," Kurt explained, "you're more than welcome to join us."

Blaine thought for a moment and then smiled. He had a perfect excuse to decline the invitations, "Okay," Blaine said, "Has Santana given any thought to my offer?"

"She has," Kurt said, "But we're considering other options first."

"Does she have any?"

"Not really," Kurt said honestly, "But she has a few more days until we reach the point where she either has a job and some money coming in soon or she doesn't.

"Then she should take me up on my offer," Blaine said.

"I liked you better when you were kissing me," Kurt said before he leaned in and pressed his lips against Blaine's. He didn't want to talk about this anymore.

And, for the moment, the topic was dropped.

Telling his father that he wasn't going to be joining them in Greenwich after all had led to clear disappointment in his father's voice and a 'but sweetheart we haven't seen you in months' from his mother that made Blaine feel just a little bit guilty. But he pushed that away the moment he arrived at Kurt's apartment for their barbeque. And this one didn't contain a thousand questions about when he was going to settle down and start a family from a bunch of people who didn't know any better.

It wasn't anything fact, just Blaine, Kurt, and Santana gathered around the kitchen table eating burgers and hotdogs that Santana had made on the grill that was outside on their balcony, and fruit salad that Kurt was making when Blaine arrived. There was still an awkward tension between himself and Santana but he knew that there were more important things to be worried about and did his best to ignore it.

As Kurt started on the dishes that he insisted on doing, Blaine snuck out onto the balcony. The sun was reaching the horizon to the west, bringing with it a bit of heart from the day. He leaned against the railing and looked out to the city around him. A few moments later he felt someone the presence of someone behind him, but knew that it wasn't Kurt. Blaine didn't turn around and then Santana appeared next to him, leaning against the railing as the light breeze blew her hair around her face.

"He doesn't want me to take your money," Santana said not looking at Blaine, but out into the city.

"Why not," Blaine said his gaze towards the skyline as well.

"I don't know," Santana said, "But time is up and I'm out of options. Puckerman can't help me but he said that Kurt can stay with him until he finds a new apartment."

"So that's it? You're leaving?"

"You sound upset," Santana commented.

"You're Kurt's best friend. This is his home," Blaine explained, "I guess I don't want him to lose either of those things."

"Look, Blaine," Santana said finally turning to look at him. Blaine turned his head to meet her gaze, "I don't like you. And I don't trust you, but Kurt does. And I trust him with everything. My best friend and my girlfriend are in New York and there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And because of that, I'm willing to make a deal with the devil."

"I'm the devil," Blaine asked with a laugh.

"Not exactly," said Santana, "but Kurt is certainly going to be mad at me after I do this, so it's pretty damn close."

"How much do you need?"

"Rent is three-hundred a month, utilities are another two, and groceries are a hundred. My phone is another hundred. I don't need you to pay for anything else, but I do need you to do one thing for me."

Blaine eyed Santana curiously.

"I need you to take good care of my boy in there," Santana said sternly, "I need you to treat him like the prince that he is. And if you don't, I don't care how much money you've loaned me, I will take you out. Do you hear me? I will go all Lima Heights on your ass and you will regret the day you were born. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, of course," Blaine said, "I'd never—"

"Don't feed me bullshit, just do it."

"I will."

"Good," Santana said, "Now I've got to go meet Brittany. So feel free to tell Kurt about our little deal because he's less likely to kill you than me. So do we have a deal? We'll get something in writing and I will pay you back every red cent."

"Yeah," Blaine said, "We have a deal."

"Good," Santana said, "You know Blainers. Maybe you're not half bad."

"Thanks, Santana. I think."

Santana winked at him before going back into the apartment. A moment later he heard her shout on her way out the door, "I'm going to Britt's and I won't be back until tomorrow! Oh and by the way, Blaine is my new sugar daddy! I love you goodnight!"

The door slammed behind her and from the balcony, Blaine saw Kurt come out from the kitchen, his hand that was holding a dish towel on his hip and his jaw slack.