“Right there, quickly!”

“I’m trying but he’s going too fast.”

“Hurry up, we’re gonna lose!”

“I got him!”

“That was me you idiot! Have you ever even played any type of video game in your life? You suck Blaine!”

“Yeah he’s right, you’re really bad at this dude.”

Blaine was sitting on the couch at the Hudson household trying to win a bet that he could beat Sam at some new video game Finn had. He didn’t even know which one it was, he couldn’t care less to be honest.

Sam was sitting on the floor at his feet with Finn on the recliner and Kurt on the other side of the couch silently laughing to himself. He knew he was bad at video games but so was Sam, or at least he used to be when he boarded at Dalton.

“Finn you have no food! Why do you never have food? I’m ordering pizza, what do you guys want?” Puck yelled from the kitchen. He’d been in there almost the entire time they’d all been at Finn’s house looking for food. Blaine was also pretty sure he was actually snooping around the house, looking for what, Blaine had no idea.

“Blaine you owe me ten bucks and I’m never playing you again. Finn, you’re playing now.”

Blaine handed the controller over to Finn and sat back on the couch pretending to watch. It had been two weeks since the night Blaine had found Kurt and since then they’d become a lot closer. They sat together in all their shared classes and Kurt wordlessly started walking Blaine to all his other classes. Any tension that had been there between them had disappeared and it had been noticed by everyone in glee as well, although no one ever said anything about it, something that Blaine was thankful for.

He looked over at Kurt who was still laughing at Blaine for being so bad at the game. Blaine turned to face Kurt properly and sat against the armrest with his feet on the couch. He reached his leg out to kick the other boy at a failed attempt to get him to stop laughing. Instead Kurt sat so he was mirroring Blaine and grabbed his leg and started tickling his foot. Instantly Blaine was laughing uncontrollably trying to kick Kurt away with his other foot.

“Kurt! K-Kurt, stop! It’s n-not funny-“ Blaine then practically screamed out when Kurt also took hostage of his other foot and wrapped his legs around Blaine’s stretched out ones so Blaine couldn’t move them anywhere and began to tickle them both.

They were both laughing so hard at this point that they’d forgotten there were other people in the room with them. Blaine was finally able to get his feet away from Kurt and practically pounced onto him tickling his sides. He found one particularly sensitive spot right below Kurt’s left ribcage that had Kurt squirming underneath him, trying to get away. They heard someone coughing behind them which made Blaine suddenly stop and looked up to see Sam, Finn and Puck all watching them with amused expressions.

“We can either leave the room or I’m pretty sure Finn won’t mind if you use his room for whatever it you’re both thinking about doing to each other.” Puck said with a smirk. He went and sat next to Sam and all three boys turned their attention back to the T.V. Blaine looked down at Kurt to see him staring at his lips the same way he did the night they kissed. Kurt slowly looked back up at Blaine and they held each other’s gaze for a few seconds before Blaine got off Kurt and sat back down on the couch. Kurt sat up too and grabbed Blaine’s arm before he went to the other side. Kurt then draped his long legs over Blaine’s lap and took his right hand to look at the ring sitting on his middle finger. They didn’t say much to each other for a while so Blaine just watched as Kurt played with the silver ring that had a turquoise band through the middle on his finger. After a while Kurt’s attention went back to the screen in front of them but he never let go of Blaine’s hand.

About fifteen minutes later the pizza arrived forcing Kurt and Blaine to sit apart. Blaine would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the contact but knew he wouldn’t be admitting it any time soon.

After they finished eating, Finn’s Mum walked through the door.

“Hey Mrs H.”

“Hey there Mrs Hudson.”

“Hi boys, Finn can you give me a hand in the kitchen.”

“Sure Mum.”

Puck and Sam played for a little while longer while Blaine watched. Kurt had gotten quiet after a while and it had Blaine worrying a bit. Blaine had started worrying about Kurt whenever he started to act even slightly out of character. He felt helpless not doing anything about what he’d seen but also knew that he wouldn’t betray Kurt’s trust ever.

Mrs Hudson walked into the lounge room after Finn, announcing that she was going back out again.

“Finn I should be home in a couple of hours, boys it’s always nice seeing you but it’s getting late and it’s a school night. Probably time you started to head off home.” She looked at Kurt as she spoke and although to anyone else it seemed like she was just being friendly, Blaine watched as Kurt looked back into her eyes and slightly nodded. It looked like they were having an unspoken conversation between the two of them but no one else noticed anything. Blaine couldn’t help but think that maybe they didn’t get along for some reason and Mrs Hudson was just trying to be nice about kicking them out.

“Oh hi there, I’m Carole Hudson. Apparently none of these boys think I’m worth introducing you too.” Carole greeting with a chuckle.

“Nice to meet you Mrs Hudson, I’m Blaine Anderson.” He said as he stood up to shake her hand.

“Oh please, call me Carole. And that goes for all you boys.” Carole then said her goodbye’s and gave Finn a big kiss on the cheek obviously trying to embarrass him in front of his friends.

“Yeah I gotta get home too. You need a ride back gorgeous?” Kurt asked Blaine as he stood up and grabbed his helmet.

Kurt had continued calling Blaine gorgeous but it was no longer as a way to impress Blaine. It came out naturally and he was pretty sure that Kurt didn’t even know he was saying it half the time. Blaine secretly loved it though.

“Yeah, thanks. See you guys tomorrow.” Blaine said as he grabbed the other helmet and followed Kurt outside.

They sat on Harley and Blaine wrapped his arms around the taller boy. He’d grown more comfortable about having to hold onto Kurt when riding. He was still nervous about being on a motorcycle though so every time they went around a corner or Kurt sped up, his arms instantly held onto Kurt tighter and every time he felt the other boy’s stomach muscles tense up a little. He rested his head against Kurt’s back, enjoying the sun while it lasted as it was only a couple of weeks till winter.

They arrived at Blaine’s house not long after. Blaine got off the bike and undid his helmet to hand it back to Kurt. Instead this time Kurt didn’t take it.

“Keep it. You’re the only other person that uses it anyway.” Kurt told him through a smile. It was small, possibly one of the smallest smiles he’d ever given Blaine but it was also the most real. Blaine didn’t bother trying to refuse it after that so he dropped his arm to his side and smiled back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow gorgeous.” And with that Kurt was off.

Kurt entered his house getting ready for another argument with his Dad. It was the same thing every Wednesday night. He’d get home, fight with Burt about going to the AA meeting and then not talk for the next couple of days because Kurt would be so disappointed that Burt didn’t go, again. After the first few weeks of going, Burt had decided that he wasn’t an alcoholic and didn’t need to spill everything about himself to complete strangers who thought they could help him. That was about two months ago now and Kurt had tried every week to get him to go back.

As he walked upstairs preparing himself, he didn’t expect to find his Dad sitting on his bed staring down at a picture of Elizabeth. Smiling. It was the first time he had seen Burt smile in months. He didn’t dare speak as he knew that this was a rare occasion that he didn’t want ruined just yet. So instead he stood at the door and watched as his Dad stared down lovingly at his Mum.

“On this day, twenty six years ago, I met your Mother. As soon as I saw her I knew I had to ask her out. So I did. We were both lining up at the supermarket and I cracked some dumb joke about how slow the line was. She laughed but I’m pretty sure she didn’t find it funny, she was just being polite. We’d barely spoken for five minutes and I was already asking her to go out with me that night. We met up at some tiny little restaurant that was closed down a couple years later. I was so nervous the entire night. I spilled my drink on her, tripped over in front of her and almost crashed the car when I was driving her home.” Burt was talking with tears in his eyes but the smile never faded. Kurt had walked into the room and sat down next to his Dad on the bed and listened intently as he continued to speak.

“I walked her to the door because I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible knowing that it would possibly be the last time I would ever see her again because I’d made such a fool of myself. Despite that, I knew I had to at least try ask for a second date. So I did. And she surprised me by saying yes. I asked her why she would want to go out on a second date with me when the first date was such a disappointment and she told me that the day I disappoint her will be the day we stop seeing each other. She never said no another date.

“I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror and all I could think was that if she was here right now and I asked her out, she would say no because I have become such a disappointment. Not just her but to you too, Kurt. So you and I are gonna go to this meeting tonight and we are gonna go every single Wednesday night until I know that your Mother would say yes to dates if she could.”

They both had tears in their eyes at this point, neither of them saying anything while they looked down at the one person they both love more than anything. Without saying a word Kurt got up after a few minutes and Burt followed. They walked downstairs and got ready to go. Kurt waited for his Dad at the front door. When Burt was ready and went to open the door Kurt leaned in to hug his father. It was awkward. They both knew that. But Kurt couldn’t help but feeling at least a little hopeful. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way and for a long time he had put in a lot of effort to never getting his hopes up. He knew it only led to disappointment.

Kurt knew they had a long way to go but he was thankful that Burt was actually trying now. He just hoped it stayed this way.

It took them fifteen minutes to drive to the church the meeting were held at. The car ride had been silent and the air still felt heavy between them but Kurt didn’t really mind. He just couldn’t help feeling like his Mum was watching over them, still helping them like she always had.

They walked into the building and were met by the host of the meetings as they sat down.

“Kurt! Burt! I‘m so glad you both made it. We haven’t seen you here in a while.”

“Hey Mrs Hudson.”

“Kurt I just told you, call me Carole.” She told him with a warm smile.

The first time Kurt and his Dad went to one of these meetings, he was surprised to see that his friend’s Mum was the meeting host. Carole had explained to him that when her late husband came home from war a few years back, he hadn’t been himself and instead had drunk his last few months away and then died from an overdose, not in the war like Finn still believed. She told Kurt how she always hated that she couldn’t help her husband so decided she’ll do what she can to help other people. He then promised her that he wouldn’t tell Finn about his Dad as long as Carole never told anyone about Burt.

Kurt watched as Carole and his Dad talked. His Dad was a bit reserved, not really wanting to be there in the first place, but Carole had a wide smile on her face. Carole always had a soft spot for Burt since she knew he was Kurt’s dad.

Towards the end of the meeting Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He knew he probably shouldn’t be opening it considering where he was but some guy named Paul was introducing himself and his monotonous voice made Kurt’s decision easy.

I found my bowtie with stars on it that my grandpa gave me as a kid! –Blaine

Kurt supressed a laugh when he read over his friend’s message earning a few glances from around the room which he ignored. A few seconds later another text came through.

Would you still talk to me if I wore it to school tomorrow? –Blaine

This time Kurt couldn’t keep back the laugh that escaped his lips earning him an elbow in the ribs from his Dad.

I will slushy you myself if you wear that tomorrow. Would it even fit anymore? –Kurt

He put his phone in his pocket just in time to hear Carole end the meeting for the night. They all recited one of those ‘I’m an alcoholic and I believe in myself’ chants before getting up and heading over to the table with tea and coffee on it.

While he waited for his Dad and Carole to finish talking he pulled his phone back out to find another message from Blaine.

You wouldn’t dare ruin one of my bowties! :( I would have to steal Harley from you if you even tried! –Blaine

You know you wouldn’t be able to steal him even if you wanted to Anderson. You can barely ride him without screaming let alone try drive him yourself. -Kurt

Do you actually try to make everything you say dirty or does it just come out that way? –Blaine

Kurt didn’t know what Blaine was talking about so he reread his last message and smirked to himself realising what he’d said.

I wasn’t implying anything gorgeous. That was all you, you dirty thing ;) –Kurt

Kurt could imagine Blaine’s face as he read that message. He could almost see the blush that would have started to crawl up his neck and onto his cheeks. It made him smile just thinking about the other boy.

“Come on kiddo, time to get outta here.”

Kurt put his phone back at the sound of his father’s voice and they walked back to the car together.

“So Dad, what’d you think?” Kurt was nervous asking, he knew Burt had promised earlier that they would go every week but Kurt couldn’t help but think that maybe he’d changed his mind after actually having to go to the meeting.

“I think that next week you should leave your phone at home.”

Next week. Next Week.

“So… you definitely wanna go next week?”

“I told you I would, didn’t I?”

“I know I just, wanted to make sure.” Kurt knew he was smiling like an idiot but he couldn’t help himself. He felt like he was almost getting his Dad back again.

“I’m serious about the phone though Kurt.”

“Yeah, whatever Dad.”

They arrived home not long after and Kurt went straight downstairs to his room to change. He pulled his phone out of his pocket expecting to find a reply from Blaine but found his screen to be blank. He frowned and decided to call his friend instead.

The phone only rang twice before Blaine picked up.

“Kurt?”

“Well who else is it gonna be gorgeous?” Kurt put the phone down on his bed and put it on speaker so he could change.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to call me.”

“Well you never text me back. I couldn’t help but wonder why...”

Kurt grinned to himself when Blaine paused over the phone and wondered if it was a good idea to tell him that he was in the middle of changing while they spoke.

“W-well you said… I mean you promised me you’d stop-“

Kurt burst into laughter at this point. Blaine was so obviously inexperienced and Kurt loved being able to make the other boy blush and babble nonsense when he so much as mentioned sex.

“It was a joke Anderson. Stress less. Speaking of Harley, you want me to pick you up tomorrow?”

Kurt only ever let other guys ride on Harley with him if he knew he was getting something out of it. Never had he let someone ride on it more than once or for any other reason so he still surprised himself every time he asked Blaine if he wanted a ride.

“Uh, yeah sure. Thanks.”

“I have to go now. It’s getting cold standing here naked and the shower  is simply calling my name. See you in the morning gorgeous.” Kurt hung up before Blaine had the chance to reply and walked into his bathroom to have a nice long shower and if he thought of dark curls and hazel eyes as he touched himself under the hot spray of water, well who could blame him?

Blaine sat on his bed looking down at his phone for about five minutes after Kurt hung up. He knew Kurt was just joking. He was hoping Kurt was joking because he really didn’t want to be thinking of Kurt in that way.

There was a knock on Blaine’s door that he barely registered until his Mum was walking into his room. She walked over to his bed, gave him a kiss on the cheek and lay down on her stomach on the unoccupied side of his bed.

“Hi sweetie.”

“Hi Mum.”

Blaine continued staring down at his phone simply for a distraction. He loved his Mum more than anyone else in the world but he heard his parents arguing downstairs again and knew why she was here. He could feel her staring at him. He knew she wasn’t angry at all, this was just her way of waiting for him to talk first.

“I don’t know what you want me to say Mum.”

Susan sat up so she could look at her son properly. She cupped Blaine’s chin and forced him to look right at her.

“I’m worried. You and your Father haven’t spoken for over a month. Almost two now. I know things have been awkward between the two of you since your fight but I think you need to try talk to him.”

“I need to talk to him? Why can’t he try talking to me for once? I am always the one going to him, apologising for whatever fight we’ve had. Well I’m done, I’m not going to say sorry for this. I can’t. He went too far Mum. I’ll try when he does.”

They stared at each other for a few moments, both thinking about what the other had said. Blaine desperately wanted his Dad to understand. He wanted his Dad to love him like normal parents do, like his Mum does.

“I know he did sweetheart and I’m sorry about that.” She reached over and hugged Blaine with so much force Blaine thought she’d never let go. “I just want the two of you to get along again.”

Blaine held onto his Mum for the next few minutes. He revelled in the comfort her warm arms gave him. Ever since he was a child, the only thing that could calm him down when he was having a nightmare or a bad day was his Mother’s embrace.

“Isn’t that the bowtie your grandfather gave you when you were a kid?”

Get your ass out here gorgeous –Kurt

Blaine slung his bag over his shoulder, grabbed his helmet and practically ran down the stairs. After giving his Mum a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek and ran out the front door without a glance at his Dad.

“Hey Kurt.”

“Hey gorgeous. Hop on, hold tight and get ready to ride, baby.” Kurt greeted with a flirtatious wink.

Blaine laughed but did what he was told. They were halfway to school when Kurt took a wrong turn and kept going. Blaine tried asking him where they were going but never got an answer from Kurt. After a couple of minutes Kurt turned into a car park.

“Why are we at the Lima Bean, Kurt?”

“Because someone needs their coffee to function properly in the mornings now don’t they Blaine?”

Kurt handed him a travel coffee cup that Blaine hadn’t noticed sitting in a cup holder. As much as he tried he couldn’t keep the smile off his face knowing that Kurt had put so much thought into simply getting him to school in the morning.

“I’ll wait out here. Don’t take too long.”

Blaine was in and out in a matter of three minutes and they were once again off to school.

They arrived at McKinley and Blaine let go of Kurt and jumped off Harley. He turned to see Kurt sitting there staring at him with a smile on his face.

“What are you staring at?”

“Uhmm…” Kurt’s cheeks began to tint a very light shade of pink as he coughed a little into his hand. “Nothing really, just you in that helmet, it’s uh…”

“It’s what?”

“Cute.”

They stared at each other awkwardly and a little disbelievingly for a moment. Blaine not able to believe that Kurt had said that and Kurt not believing that he’d said something like that to another guy.

Blaine laughed a little awkwardly, turned to walk into school and motioned for Kurt to follow him. They walked in silence till they reached Kurt’s locker and they were both suddenly slapped hard on the back by none other than Puck.

“So, excited for Saturday night boys?” Puck asked both of them.

Blaine looked over at Kurt, not knowing what Puck was talking about, who had a guilty look on his face.

“What’s Saturday?” Blaine questioned slowly. Puck’s face suddenly turned from excited to annoyed and stared at Kurt.

“You didn’t tell him, Kurt? Dude what’s your problem? Wait, you guys aren’t not talking again or something right, cause I dunno if I can deal with you both all sulky again. It’d kinda depressing.” Puck stated while throwing an arm over Blaine’s shoulders.

“I was gonna tell him it was just us guys and then bring him to your place. He wasn’t supposed to know till he got there Puck. It is his first after all. But now you ruined it, idiot.”

Kurt finished at his locker and the three of them turned and started down the hallway toward Blaine’s locker where they could see Sam waiting for them with Quinn.

“Can one of you please explain to me what’s going on?”

Puck and Kurt looked at each other with large mischievous grins covering their faces and then looked back at Blaine. They both walked up to him slowly and stood either side of him. Puck slung his arm back over his shoulder on his right and Kurt grabbed him around the waist from his other side.

Simultaneously they leaned close into Blaine ears and yelled one word.

“PARTY!”

“No Rachel, you will not be singing every song for Regionals. You have to let other people have their chance at singing lead too-“

“But Mr Schue, if I could just-“

“Rachel, we go over this every single time. What about the others like Mercedes or Santana. This is a group we need to-“

As Mr Schuester had his weekly argument with Rachel over solo’s, Blaine moved his chair a little closer to Kurt’s and whispered into his ear.

“So why is Puck having a party?”

“This weekend every year his Mum goes away with her sister. I have no idea why but it means that every year Puck takes advantage and has the biggest party of the year.”

Blaine silently nodded and sat back on his seat properly. He was in two minds about going. He was excited because it was his first real party after all. He was never invited to any of the parties at his school before Dalton and at Dalton no one really had parties because they all lived in the same dorm that never allowed them to get away with anything let alone a party. So yeah, he was excited about finally getting to experience a high school party but on the other hand he was a little nervous. Knowing the party was at Puck’s he wasn’t sure what to expect. He knew there would be alcohol but he’d never been drunk before. He was pretty certain that there’d be drugs there too but he’d heard too many horror stories about people having their drinks spiked at parties and didn’t want something like that happening to him. So he was excited and nervous but knew that he’d never miss the opportunity for his first party.

“Stop worrying gorgeous,” Kurt whispered in his ear. “don’t take a drink from anyone other than me Puck, Finn or Sam, don’t say yes to drugs, obviously, and don’t go into an empty room with some boy trying to get a quick fuck… unless it’s me of course.” Kurt added with a wink.

Blaine knew he was worrying for no reason. He trusted his friends. He knew if he just stayed close to them everything would be fine.

Blaine’s phone vibrated in his pocket and saw that his Mum was calling. He knew she wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important so he excused himself from the room and answered her call.

“Hey Mum, is everything okay?”

“Hi sweetie. I’m really sorry to do this to you but I got a call from an editor in New York and they want to meet me to discuss maybe publishing my book-“

“Mum are you serious? That’s amazing! I’m so happy  you finally got someone interested in publishing it-“

Blaine’s Mum had finished writing a novel a year ago and had been contacting editors ever since to try and find someone to publish it. So far she’d been out of luck but it finally looked like her luck was turning around.

“Blaine sweetie, don’t get your hopes up yet, they just want to talk. I’m leaving tonight and won’t be home till Monday morning so it’ll just be you and your Father for the weekend.”

“Oh. Well uhm, I-I’m not gonna worry about that, I’m just really proud of you Mum.” Blaine knew his Father only had one shift that weekend so he’ll be home most of the time leaving them both alone and possibly actually needing to communicate at some point during the weekend. He really wasn’t looking forward to it.

“Blaine, I think this a really good chance to-“

“Call me when you land, Mum.”

“Blaine-“

“I have to get back to glee, I think they’re waiting for me.”

Susan sighed in defeat into the phone and chose to ignore Blaine’s stubbornness. “Okay. I love you Blaine.” His Mum always said those words with such force, always had since he was a kid. Blaine didn’t think he’d ever be used to how much hearing her say them affected him.

“I love you too Mum. Have a safe trip.” He hung up and waited outside in the corridor for a moment before walking back inside and having to act like everything was still okay.

He didn’t look at Kurt as he sat down but could feel the other boy’s glasz eyes on him. He didn’t want the other guys knowing anything about his relationship with his Dad. He didn’t want their pity and he especially didn’t want it from Kurt.

He wanted to get through the weekend without having to deal with his Dad. Maybe going to Puck’s party will be a good idea after all.

Glee, unfortunately, went by quickly. Blaine was dreading going home that night knowing that he’d probably be forced to talk to his Dad. He was purposely getting his books out of his locker slowly while Kurt waited silently next to him.

They walked to Harley in complete silence. Blaine could see that Kurt felt awkward but he couldn’t care less. He just wanted to get home, lock himself in his room and not leave till the morning. He and Kurt left the car park but instantly turned the opposite way to his house. He tried asking Kurt where they were going but didn’t get an answer so he just held on and let Kurt drive.

It took a while till they reached their destination and Blaine was definitely confused. They were parked in the middle of a forest. Kurt wordlessly got off his motorcycle and started walking. Blaine got off and followed Kurt. After a few minutes they were walking into a massive clearing surrounded by trees and white trillium flowers scattered the clearing.

Blaine slowly walked into the clearing and saw Kurt walk over to two tree stumps. Blaine watched as he pulled a black marker out of his pocket and started writing on the stump. The closer Blaine got he realised that Kurt was actually tracing over faded words that were already there.

“Who wrote that?”

Kurt looked up at Blaine and then turned back and focused on what he was doing.

“My Mum wrote these lyrics,” Kurt motioned to the stump he was working on and then motioned over the stump next to it “and I wrote those lyrics.”

Kurt’s voice was quiet and clipped, nothing like Blaine had heard before. He still wasn’t sure why Kurt had brought him here so he lay down in the grass near Kurt and waited for him to talk. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in such a long time. He was amazed that just being somewhere like this could do that to him especially with everything he knew he was going home to.

He felt Kurt lie down next to him. They lay there not talking for a few minutes, just enjoying the cool breeze hitting their faces.

“My Mum started bringing me here when I was a kid and now I just come here when I need to get away from everything.”

“She doesn’t come with you anymore?”

Kurt didn’t answer for a moment and Blaine turned his head to look at the other boy. He could see so much sadness planted on his face. His eyes looked distant and Blaine suddenly missed his smile more than anything.

“She died two years ago.”

Kurt’s voice was so soft and quiet that Blaine had barely heard him. He really hoped that he’d heard wrong but could tell by the look on his friend’s face that he hadn’t.

“Kurt I’m-“

“Don’t, Blaine. All I’ve ever heard for the last two years is people telling me how sorry they are and how things are supposed to get better. Well what they don’t know is that no matter how sorry they say they are it won’t bring her back and how would they know if things were gonna get better for me. They didn’t know anything. They don’t know how hard it’s been. They don’t know everything I’ve had to go through since her death. So don’t you of all people sit there and tell me how sorry you are or act all sympathetic because it won’t change anything. I can deal with everyone else’s pity but not yours.”

Blaine was taken aback by what Kurt had said. He’d never expected to see him open up so much to anyone let alone himself. He felt so pathetic, lying there doing absolutely nothing while Kurt completely opened up to him. He knew there was nothing he could say to make Kurt feel better so instead he grabbed the other boy’s hand and held on lightly. He felt Kurt tense next to him but didn’t let go.

They lay there for about an hour, not speaking a word to one another. He felt Kurt eventually relax next to him but never tried to let go of his hand. He thought about everything Kurt had said and couldn’t help but feel sad for the other boy. He didn’t want to feel happy if Kurt wasn’t happy. So instead he lay there and felt sad that his friend had to lose someone he obviously loved so much.

“Did she love you back?”

Kurt looked over at Blaine but he didn’t return the look. He just waited on Kurt’s response, needing to know that his Mother loved him as much as he loved her. He expected to hear Kurt asking why but instead all he heard was a forceful “Yes” as if Kurt was defending her.

“Good. You’re lucky.”

There was a part of Blaine that desperately wanted Kurt to ask him what he meant because he needed to tell someone about his Dad and he knew that Kurt wouldn’t pity him like he’d feared. On the other hand, even though Kurt was opening up himself, he didn’t want to scare him off by sharing his own problems.

Kurt stayed silent and didn’t ask any questions. He just looked back up at the clouds and squeezed Blaine’s hand a little. Blaine couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

Not long after Kurt got up off the grass and began walking toward the trail that led them there in the first place. Blaine stood and followed behind. The ride back was quiet and the air between them was thick, but Blaine held onto Kurt tighter than he’d ever held onto him before, needing to feel close to him.

They arrived at Blaine’s house and he saw that his Dad was already home. He didn’t let go of Kurt and he didn’t remove his head from leaning on his back. They sat there in silence while Blaine revelled in the moment, wanting to be able to remember every detail when he left and went inside. He continued hugging Kurt from behind, needing to remember the feel of someone else’s body and warmth up against his own so that hopefully when he walked inside he could still feel it.

Slowly he let go of Kurt and got off the motorcycle. He started to walk up his driveway when he felt Kurt grab his arm. He turned around to face the other boy.

“If you, uh, if you ever need somewhere to go, to get away from whatever it is that’s going on, you can go back there. I won’t mind if you do. It helps me, maybe it’ll help you out too.” Kurt looked into Blaine’s eyes and slowly lifted his hand to cup Blaine’s cheek. Blaine sighed into the touch and closed his eyes and leant into it a little. With his other hand on the back of his neck, Kurt pulled Blaine down to him and softly kissed his cheek. He lingered there for longer than Blaine had expected. It was so sweet and chaste that he couldn’t believe that it had come from Kurt. They parted without a word and as Blaine walked straight past his Dad and up to his room he could still feel Kurt’s lips on his cheek. It was nothing like the other kiss they’d shared. This was chaste and sweet and made it whole body tingle. It couldn’t have been any more perfect.