Kurt opened his front door and let Blaine in, hurrying him into the kitchen to escape from the rain. He made a start on the coffee while Blaine leaned against the counter, he was about to start a conversation when a middle aged, brown haired women joined them.

“Hey Kurt, you’re back. Who’s your friend?” She asked, smiling friendlily at Blaine who straightened up and smiled nervously at her in return, glancing at Kurt.

“This is my friend Blaine from the lima bean.” Kurt responded while stirring the coffee. “Is it okay for him to stay a while?”

“Of course dear, it’s nice to meet you Blaine, will you be staying for dinner?” Carole questioned.
Blaine looked towards Kurt again, who nodded at him.

“I would love to, Mrs Hudson.” Blaine replied “If you’re sure it’s okay?”

“It’s fine honey, why don’t you two go wait with Finn in the living room, Dinner will be ready when you’re dad gets home in about half an hour Kurt.” Carole said from inside the fridge.

“Sure” Kurt replied, handing Blaine his coffee and guiding him out the kitchen.

************

Half an hour later, Blaine found himself sat between Kurt and Finn on the family couch. Kurt was beating Finn at a video game and Finn wasn’t impressed.

“Bro! I thought you couldn’t even play this game!” Finn moaned, bashing buttons on his control pad.

“It’s not exactly hard Finn.” Kurt remarked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Did Puck teach you? Or Sam? Wait, how did you get that? That’s like the best weapon you can get!” Finn quizzed a confused look on his face. The faint sound of a door opening and closing could be heard...

“Dad must be home.” Kurt stated, tossing his control pad away and rushing out the room. At this point, Blaine yet again sat up straight and ran a hand through his hair, earning a few dodgy looks from Finn.

“He’ll be okay, with me... me being here right?” Blaine stammered.

But Finn was too engrossed in his game again to answer.

When the tall bald man entered the living room ranked closely by Kurt he gave Blaine a slight nod.

“So, Blaine” Burt said, telling Blaine that Kurt had already filled his dad in, with this thought Blaine relaxed slightly.

“Kurt says you like Football. What team do you support?”

Blaine cleared his throat, his mouth had got unusually dry, he hadn’t been this nervous since he’d met Logan’s parents in May last year, No Blaine told himself internally. Don’t go opening that door now.

“The Ohio Buckeyes, of course sir.” Blaine said still incredibly nervous.

“ Sir” Burt Chuckled. “Please kiddo, call me Burt”

Burt? Okay well that seemed like progress, he let out a sigh of relief. He seemed nicer than Logan’s dad, No… Blaine scolded himself yet again. Stop thinking about that … you’re with this amazing, beautiful boy who cares about you; you can see it in his eyes, beautiful blue eyes. This boy had become his best friend in a short amount of time but the connection between them was like no other relationship Blaine had known before.

His mind flashed back over the past couple of weeks, to every single smile Kurt flashed at him when he entered the room, every time his leg accidently brushed against Kurt’s and Kurt tensed, a small blush creeping onto his face. Every time he felt Kurt’s eyes lingering a little longer than normal. To the way he himself was overcome with content whenever he was around the slightly taller boy. Kurt was on his mind before he went to sleep, and as soon as he woke up. In fact, Kurt was always on his mind. As much as that scared Blaine, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Being friends with him would never be enough, he wanted all of him. Tonight is the night he’s going to share these feelings with Kurt.

Before he had time to think any more about it Carole bustled in to the room.

“Boys, dinners ready!” She Chimed, hustling them into the dining room.

************
Blaine found that dinner went rather pleasantly. Carole was insanely sweet. Burt, although very wary and protective was an honest and nice person. He could understand why Kurt loved his parents so much. Finn made jokes with his mouth open, his mother scolded him. Burt and Carole even asked if he wanted to stay the night so he wouldn’t have to drive home in the storm, which he gratefully accepted. Blaine had enjoyed the evening, all of his nerves washed away. That was until Finn returned to his room and Kurt and Carole went to the kitchen to take care of the dishes. Leaving Blaine sat across from the father of the boy he had started to develop feelings for.

“So will your parents be okay with you staying?” Burt asked, trying to make conversation.
Blaine grimaced at the mention of his parents. His parents probably wouldn’t approve, but thankfully he wasn’t staying at home.

“I actually board at Dalton, but my parents wouldn’t mind. Thanks for letting me stay by the way Sir.” Blaine answered politely.

Burt, still surprised by the boys continued courtesy chuckled at him. This was the first boy his son had brought home, and even though Kurt had insisted they we’re only friends, he wasn’t so sure.

“You can relax, you know. I’m not going to shoot you.” Blaine let out a small laugh. “What’s going on with you and Kurt?” Burt carried on cautiously.

Blaine was taken aback by this question. His eyes widened and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“We’re just friends.” he muttered quietly, blushing like mad.

“Kurt said that. But are you sure?” Burt replied, looking intently at him.

Blaine didn’t want to lie to the man. This was Kurt’s father, and whether Burt liked him was of much importance to Blaine.

“Okay, your son is amazing Mr Hummel. I’m so grateful that I’ve gotten to know him. I really, really like him.”

Burt just nodded at him, hearing someone coming towards the door. Kurt opened it

“Dad, me and Blaine are going to go to my room, work on his french essay.”

Blaine looked quickly towards Burt who gave him a slight wink, got up and followed Kurt to his room.

“Door open” Burt shouted downstairs

************

Kurt was in the bathroom doing his nightly moisturising routine after his shower, it was nearing midnight and he was trying not to think about the gorgeous boy stretched out on his bed, clad in his old sweats and a grey tank top that left nothing to the imagination. He peeked around the door to find Blaine entirely focused on the movie playing, humming quietly along to the song. Kurt smiled to himself, finished up and went to join him.

“You know, I always wanted to be Ariel when I was little...” Kurt stated, perching upon the end of the bed.

************

Blaine looked up from the screen, and sat up on the bed scooting over to make room for Kurt.

“I was more of an Eric kind of guy, but you’d make a lovely Ariel.” he replied while pausing the film, a smile playing on his face, silently hoping Kurt would pick up the hint.

“But Eric was super handsome!” Kurt teased.

“Hey!” Blaine laughed, lightly hitting him with a pillow. “You don’t think I’m handsome enough to play Eric?” he asked, bringing out his puppy dog eyes.

Kurt’s cheeks reddened at his question and before he could answer Blaine interrupted.

“Kurt, are you blushing?”

Ignoring Blaine’s comment, Kurt carried on.

“I think you’re more than handsome enough Blaine.” He said rolling his eyes. “Now, are you hungry?”

“I am a little bit peckish” he answered while rubbing his tummy.

“I’m going to go upstairs and grab some food then, you stay here, I don’t want to wake my dad and Carole” and with that he headed towards the stairs of the basement, stopping when Blaine called out his name. He turned to face him.

“What?”

“I love that I made you blush.” He said with a wink and smirk on his face.

Kurt just rolled his eyes at him again, and ascended the stairs.