The next day as Kurt was reading his dorm hall's bulletin board, he felt warm arms wrap themselves around his waist. He recognized Blaine's hands and the smell of his cologne, an intoxicating smell Kurt could lose himself in for hours.

"Hi Blaine," Kurt said, smiling.

"Hi beautiful," Blaine said, nuzzling Kurt's neck. Kurt jumped at the contact.

"Blaine, people might see," Kurt said, turning and moving away from the other man.

Blaine tilted his head at Kurt. "Um, yeah, that is kind of the point. Does it make you uncomfortable?"

Kurt thought for a moment. "No, I guess not. I'm used to hiding who I am for the most part. There was only one out gay couple, Santana and Brittany at my high school, but nobody gave them any trouble for it because they were lesbians. I guess some people think that's hot?"

Blaine laughed at Kurt's slightly disgusted tone. "Yes, that is more accepted, though even lesbian couples find trouble and prejudice. But this is college and in my experience, as long as we aren't screwing in the hallway," here he gave Kurt a lewd wink. "Then we should be fine just being ourselves. That is the wonderful thing about college. Most people just don't give a shit."

Kurt digested what he said. It would be nice to be able to hold Blaine's hand or hug him in the hall without the fear of a slushie facial or getting thrown up against a locker. Holding his hand out, Blaine took his hand and they walked to the Spork. Kurt kept his eyes out, really watching people who saw them. His eyes widened when he saw men and women alike, look at them and look away. Like it was no big deal. Which is what it was, but to have people act decent and human was a surprise. Maybe college was where people grew up and away from pre-conceived notions. Kurt doubted it was all sunshine and roses, but this could be nice. His first boyfriend and he could walk proudly with him. Wait, was Blaine his boyfriend? He said he wanted to see him officially, whatever that meant.

"Are we boyfriends?" Kurt asked abruptly as they sipped their coffee. "I don't want to assume anything, but I don't know what 'officially seeing' each other means."

"Do you think it means being boyfriends?" Blaine asked, curious to see if Kurt's feelings were revealed in his answer.

"I would think so, yes. Unless it just means dating, like going out and stuff. I'm sorry, I'm new to all of this," Kurt muttered, hating his naiveté.

Blaine smiled. "I agree, I think it means we are boyfriends, as long as you are comfortable with it. That is the real question, not semantics. If we agree that we're boyfriends, then we are. I like the thought, what about you?"

Kurt nodded, his skin turning pink. "I do, too."

Blaine leaned toward him across the table. "Since you are already such a delicious shade of pink... How about that text last night?"

Kurt's chin tilted up and he looked down at Blaine through long lashes. He looked arrogantly sexy, Blaine thought. "What about it?"

"Well, I know I masturbated thinking about you," Blaine said boldly. He couldn't believe how freely he talked to Kurt. But he loved seeing the shock on his face. "Did you?"
The arrogant expression dropped suddenly as his blue eyes seemed to catch fire. "You really did?" he asked heavily.

Blaine swallowed at the open lust on Kurt's face. "I did."

"Me too," he whispered.

"Holy shit," Blaine muttered. "You are hot, you know that?"

"Ditto," Kurt said, his face in flames, but a deep longing showing in his tone.

"Would you spend the day with me Saturday?" Blaine asked, suddenly desperate to spend more time with this magical creature.

"Okay," Kurt said, a wide smile spreading across his face.

Kurt was back in his dorm room, alone, working on his homework when the phone rang. It was his dad.

"Hey, Dad," Kurt said cheerfully.

"Hey buddy, how are you? You sound good," his dad said, his voice pleased.

"I am good, Dad. College is fabulous. And, and I have some news," Kurt said, unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"I have a boyfriend," Kurt said proudly.

"A boyfriend." Burt's voice was stern.

"Yes, a boyfriend. His name is Blaine Anderson. He's wonderful, you're going to love him. He is a junior here and is part of the Warblers, that singing group I'm in now. Please tell me you are okay with this," Kurt said, desperate for his father's approval.

"As long as he's treating you right and you're happy, then I am too. I do want to meet the kid though," Burt said.

Kurt smiled. "Okay. Maybe I can invite him to dinner at home soon?"

"Sounds good, buddy."

"So, what's new Dad? Is everything okay at the shop?" Kurt asked.

"The shop is great. I'm keeping busy. I do have some news though," Burt began hesitantly.

Kurt's stomach tightened in response to the tone in his dad's voice. "Okay, what's the news?"

"I got a letter today from the organ donor association. The envelope had a letter from the association and a letter from the donor's family."

Kurt was silent, his heart pounding. He'd been waiting for this moment.

"It was a short letter, a few sentences, really. They want to meet you, Kurt. Remember, though, it's up to you whether you meet them or not. I know you've said you wanted to, but I want you to know there is no pressure."

"I want to meet them," Kurt said firmly. "Yes, I'm nervous and scared that they might hate me, but I want to meet the family who gave me a second chance at life."

"You know, I am so proud of you, Kurt. You are a hell of a man," Burt said, admiration in his voice.

Kurt felt like he was glowing. "Thank you, Dad. I love you. So how is this going to work?"

"The donor family gave me their email address, so we'll just set up something through email. Do you want to handle it?" Burt offered.

"Absolutely! Here let me get a pen," Kurt said.

He got the information and hung up with his dad. He sat there for a long moment staring at the email address. He had been waiting and wanting to meet the family since his surgery. He couldn't imagine what they must have gone through. He knew it was a male who donated the heart, but he didn't know anything else about him. Now his family wanted to meet him. What if they looked at him and were mad that he was alive and their loved one is gone? What if they were mean? But this was something he had to do, he had to thank them and tell them he was taking their gift very seriously. He sat on his bed, laptop in front of him. He pulled up his email and entered the address his dad gave him.

Dear Wilson Family,

I am so glad you wrote to my dad and I. I have been hoping we would be able to meet someday and I'm so happy the time is here. I am free any weekend, please just pick a date, time, and place, and I will be there. I can't wait to make your acquaintance.

Sincerely, Kurt Hummel

He stared at the message he wrote for a few minutes. He didn't want to get too personal; he thought the email was polite and showed his intent. Taking a deep breath, he hit send and closed his laptop.

He wanted to talk to someone about this. No, to be honest, he wanted to talk to Blaine about it. He wanted him to know what he'd been through and how happy he was in this second chance at life. Sighing, Kurt lay back on his bed, his arms behind his head. He had fear, though. He wasn't ashamed or embarrassed about the transplant. He did fear Blaine's reaction though. He'd spent so much time as the sick one, the patient. He didn't want Blaine to think he needed to be treated any differently than normal. He didn't want Blaine to baby him or tiptoe around him. Kurt was healthy and wanted to live life fully. How would Blaine take the news? Would the scar gross him out?

This was a huge part of his life and it did affect him on a daily basis. Blaine had a right to know if they were going to be together.

Kurt sat up, determined. He grabbed his phone. It was now or never. He started typing.

K: Can we talk?

B: Sure, Kurt. What's up?

K: Can you come over here?

B: Tonight?

K: Yes, please.

B: Give me 20 minutes.

K: See you then.