Blaine woke up early Saturday morning. He stood, naked in front of his mirror and looked at himself. His skin was still dark. His eyes were still a shade deeper. His body looked muscular and strong. Powerful. He inhaled and exhaled. He felt healthy and solid. He and Pete were going to kick the twin's asses.

He put on some boxers and walked down the hall to his parents room. He hadn't seen or heard either of them last night. He wanted to know who was in the house before Kurt woke up.

He stopped outside the door of his parent's room and listened. Silence. He opened it.

His father was laying on the floor, in his underwear, passed out. There were two empty bourbon bottles next to him. Damn. Blaine had never seen his father so fucked up before. He knew he had been neglecting the campaign. Meghan had come over the other day to complain to Elaine. She wanted James back out there on the campaign trail, taking advantage of the situation. She had been spinning the fire into the story of James, the sympathetic candidate. Lost his offices, lost his best friend, but still determined to work hard for the people of the state of Ohio. The story couldn't work if James was never seen. Elaine has assured her that he just needed time to mourn.

Blaine looked around the bedroom. The bed was still made. Where was he mother? It was 8:00 am on a Saturday. Hadn't she come home last night?

Blaine closed the door and headed back to his room. Wow. His parents seemed to be falling apart.

He woke Kurt up with soft kisses on his back. They made love. Quiet, slow and sensual. Blaine was sure he couldn't be happier if he tried.

Once up, showered and dressed, they headed to the kitchen. Kurt made pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage. Blaine watched him moving around the kitchen in his mother's apron.

"Are you sure you don't want to be a stay-at-home husband?"

Kurt didn't even look up. "Yes. It's out of the question."

"But you're such a good cook and I like you in the apron."

"Aren't you going to be making a lot of money as an attorney? We will hire a cook. I also want a housekeeper. I'm sure you don't want me breaking my nails while cleaning."

Blaine nodded. That was true. He loved Kurt's nails across his back. It was so raw and painful and it made him orgasm harder.

"I promise, I'll cook for you on the weekends. In the apron. And I won't wear anything else."

Blaine could live with that.