“Hey” Blaine said, swatting Kurt’s hands away, “You look fine, and I am almost one hundred percent positive Cooper is going to be just rolling out of bed.” Kurt took no comfort in those words and brought his hands back up to work through the mess on top of his head.

Blaine just shook his head, a content smile crossing his face. Kurt fussed over his hair the entire ride, finally letting out an exaggerated huff and snapping the visor closed. “Seriously Kurt, your hair looks fine, no one would know you just went surfing.”

Kurt didn’t say anything, just smiled to himself and looked out the window. Before long they pulled into Blaine’s driveway and Kurt’s heart rate increased tenfold as he kept wringing his hands and wiping them on his shirt.

Kurt was so caught up in his own thoughts of every way that afternoon could go wrong he hadn’t noticed that Blaine shut off the car and had gotten out. He jumped when he heard Blaine tap lightly on his window, motioning for him to unlock his door.

Kurt took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, making no indication of actually getting out of the car anytime soon. “You know you have to undo your seatbelt to get out right?” Blaine asked; his voice laced with amusement. “I am well aware of that fact.” Kurt replied. He still made no move to leave the car.

Blaine giggled and reached around to unbuckle the seat belt. Kurt just took a few deep breaths and exited the car. “Now that step one is complete, think you can make your feet move towards the house?” Blaine asked. He placed his hand on the small of Kurt’s back, leading him towards the door.

Kurt was shaking with nerves. He had never done this before. Meeting the family was a major step, one he never thought he would be taking in high school. He thought he had until he moved to New York to prepare for this moment.

Blaine led them into the house where they could hear music coming from the kitchen. “I hope Cooper isn’t trying to cook. It never ends well for anyone.” Blaine ushered Kurt towards the kitchen but what they found was not at all what they were expecting.

Nothing would have prepared them for this. As the two boys stood in the doorway, another man was currently dancing around the kitchen in his boxers singing to music. Not just any music though. This twenty six year old grown man was singing “Best of Both Worlds” by Hannah Montana.

Kurt tried as hard as he could but once Cooper picked up a spoon and began singing into it, he let out a snort, causing Cooper to spin around so quickly he lost his balance and fell with a loud thump. “Oh I-uh-I was just doing some cleaning.” Cooper stammered out.

“Yeah sure Coop, whatever you say. It really looked like cleaning with all those hand gestures and hip pops.” Blaine was barely containing his laughter while Kurt was next to him; red in the face with silent laughter on the count of he couldn’t breath.

“I was sanitizing the air, obviously, but what are you doing home anyways? I thought you would be out surfing all day.” Cooper was trying to change the subject but Blaine wasn’t having it. “Sanitizing the air? Really Coop. Not only did I just catch you dancing around the kitchen to Hannah Montana, but you couldn’t even use your improv skills to come up with a better excuse, you are a poor excuse for an actor.” Blaine shook his head, laughing at the situation. “Can we just drop it? Please?” Cooper said, giving the best puppy dog face he could. “For now, but don’t think you are living this down anytime soon.” Blaine looked to Kurt who was finally calming down and breathing regularly.

Blaine turned back to Cooper “You should probably put some clothes on so I can introduce you to someone.” Blaine said, shifting his eyes in Kurt’s direction. “Oh right, yeah be right back squirt.” Cooper dashed off leaving Kurt and Blaine alone in the kitchen.

“So that was interesting. I don’t think anything I do from this point out will be as embarrassing as what we just caught your brother doing.” Kurt stated. “Yeah, I do believe you have nothing to worry about anymore.” Blaine pulled Kurt into him, locking his arms around his waist. “Nerves are completely gone.” Kurt said, nuzzling his face into the crook of Blaine’s neck and just breathing the older boy in.

“So lets meet this boyfriend you don’t stop talking about” Cooper said, clapping his hands and walking into the kitchen. Blaine sighed and untangled himself from Kurt’s arms. “Well Coop, this is my boyfriend Kurt, and Kurt this is apparently my pop star brother who has the best of both worlds, Cooper.” Kurt snickered while Cooper just glared daggers at Blaine. “Nice to meet you Kurt, I actually have heard all about you.” Cooper stuck his hand out to Kurt, who took it firmly in his and gave it shake.

“Nice to meet you as well, I have heard a few things here and there about you.” Kurt smiled. “Only good things I hope.” Cooper smiled and pulled Blaine into a hug. “Mostly good things, a few embarrassing stories here and there.” Kurt shrugged. “Yes well, I try to entertain people with everything I do.” Cooper said, side-eyeing Blaine again. “I am sure, if the display earlier was any indication.” Kurt replied.

Blaine laughed but tried to cover it up with a cough. “A jokester, I like him Blaine. You can keep him. Welcome to the family Kurt.” Cooper pulled Kurt into a hug with such force; Kurt did nothing short of fall into Cooper rather than hugging him back. “Um thanks I guess.” Kurt said rubbing his chest from where it collided with Cooper.

“So I am going to run out and get things to cook us all dinner. Do you have any allergies Kurt?” Cooper was putting his jacket on and making his way out of the house. “Nope, no allergies, but I don’t like sausage.” Kurt called back. “You don’t like sausage? What kind of gay are you?” Cooper muttered just loud enough for the boys to hear before closing the door.

Blaine turned to look at Kurt and just smiled at what he found. Kurt was frozen in place, his cheeks a bright shade of pink, eyes cast down towards the floor. “Don’t worry about him, he is always that crude and I expect dinner to be even worse.”

The boys occupied their time with watching silly reality TV shows as Cooper worked on dinner. “I don’t understand how you can watch this show, it is just girls arguing, dressing like sluts and getting drunk.” Blaine commented during a commercial break.

“It’s entertaining. Bad Girls Club reminds me of why I am grateful to be gay. Could you imagine having to put up with that all the time? Yeah no thanks.” Kurt said, turning to face Blaine. “Not all girls are like that though. Actually I am sure they breed these girls on a farm and then set them loose in a house and just wait to see what happens.” Kurt couldn’t help but laugh at Blaine.

“I am pretty sure they don’t breed them on a farm Blaine. They were raised in the real world just like you and me” Blaine turned his head towards Kurt at this. “Well they couldn’t have been brought up in normal society if they think acting this way is acceptable. Who does this sort of thing of a daily basis? Not normal people in society!” Blaine said, and Kurt just laughed. “What is so funny?” Blaine asked, slightly annoyed.

“Nothing, it’s just are we really arguing about this?” Kurt was still laughing and once Blaine had processed what he had said, began laughing as well. “Oh my gosh we are that couple.” Blaine laughed harder at this. “And what couple is that?” Kurt asked between laughs. “The couple that watches bad reality television and then argues about it. We don’t argue about important things but this” Blaine motions towards the television “is what we argue about.” Kurt laughed louder at this.

“Oh gosh, this is amazing. I do believe it is because we are still in the honeymoon stage. We haven’t had the time to argue over anything of major importance yet.” Kurt finally said after their laughter subsided. “Well then I hope we never leave this stage. I am perfectly happy here.” Blaine said, pulling Kurt so he could settle into his side. “Me either. I have never been happier than I am right now.” Kurt said and leant up to place a chaste kiss to Blaine’s lips. “Same here.” Blaine looked down at Kurt and smiled.

Blaine didn’t understand how one minute he was just passing through life and then this boy, this amazing boy, just swooped into his life and switched everything around. He didn’t know what he did in another life to deserve this, but he wouldn’t have done anything different.

“Do you want anything to drink? I am getting kind of thirsty.” Blaine said during the next commercial break. “Um just some water with lemon please” Kurt said, sitting up to allow Blaine to leave. “Coming right up.” And with that Blaine was off to fetch them something to drink.

Since Kurt really wasn’t paying attention to the movie anymore he decided to look around at all the pictures and things on the wall. He found a few of Blaine and Cooper through the years. He found a family photo of Blaine, Cooper, a young boy who couldn’t be more than three years old that he could only guess to be Destin, a very beautiful women who had to be his mother, and a very serious man who he guessed to be Blaine’s father.

“That is the last picture taken before my mother passed away.” Blaine said, coming up behind Kurt and seeing the picture he was staring at. “What?” Kurt asked. He was shocked that Blaine could mention something like that while being so void of emotion. “That is the last family portrait we took before she passed away two months later.” Blaine set the drinks on the coffee table and walked back over to Kurt. Blaine stood next to him, looking at the picture as he started talking again.

“I had just turned ten the month before it happened. My grandparents were out of the country on some trip they won in Bingo and had sent me presents that arrived late because of a problem with international shipping or something. They sent me clothes and they were a little big on me but I was in love with them.” Blaine took a deep breath and continued on. “My mom told me I would have to wait until I grew into them but I didn’t want that so I begged her to take them to be tailored. She finally gave in a decided to surprise me.” Kurt turned to look at Blaine.

The tears in his eyes, starting to fall down his face, but his eyes still lingered on the picture. “I was at summer camp, we only had a week left of camp and I wanted to show my new outfit off before then. She used to be the one to pick me up everyday after camp.” Kurt had tears falling down his face as well. “That day, my dad and Cooper picked me up instead. I got into the car; still not realizing anything was wrong. I chatted away about my day and how I couldn’t wait to tell my mom everything. I didn’t realize we weren’t taking the way to my house until we arrived at the hospital.”

Kurt turned his body so he was standing in front of Blaine. He cupped Blaine’s face with his hands and angled it up to look at him. “You don’t have to tell me Blaine. Not until you want to. Or never, if that is what you want.” Blaine shook his head at Kurt’s words. “No I want to tell you, I moved on, I just haven’t talked about it in a while. Like a few years at least.” Kurt just nodded his head, understanding completely. “You want to go and sit on the couch with me?” Blaine just nodded at that and moved to sit on the sofa. “Ok so after we arrived at the hospital I was finally told what was going on. She was driving back to the house so she could lay them out for me to find when I got home. On the way back, just three miles from home, she was in a car accident. She was at a stoplight when the car behind her didn’t stop in time, sending her car out into the intersection. She was hit by three different cars, and flipping it a total of three times.”

Kurt moved his hands back to Blaine’s face and wiped the tears away. It didn’t do much with the tears still flowing freely, but it was the gesture that counted for Blaine. Blaine took a deep shuttering breath and continued on. “Um when we got to the hospital after my dad picked me up we waited two hours before anyone could give us any information. All I remember after they had told us she was gone was running down the hallway screaming for her. I didn’t understand what was going on. I just knew that I was scared and wanted my mommy.” Blaine sniffled and Kurt pulled into in his side, running his hands soothingly up and down Blaine’s arms and back.

“It wasn’t until a few days later when I realized I would never see my mother again. And then I realized it was my entire fault. If I hadn’t have begged for her to get my new outfit tailored, she would have never been at that intersection and she would be here right now. I was a ten year old kid who had gotten his mother killed.” Blaine turned his face into Kurt’s chest at those words and just let himself cry.

Kurt was stunned to say the least. Here was the most amazing boy he had ever met, who needed to be comforted and Kurt had no idea what to do. He wanted to tell Blaine he understood; he knew what it was like to lose a parent. He wanted to show him that he wasn’t alone but he wanted Blaine to see that he wasn’t at fault. His mother’s death was not his fault; it was the driver of the car that slammed into his mom’s car first. Kurt wanted to show this beautiful man in his arms that he had nothing to blame himself for and that he was the bravest and most amazing thing that could have ever happened to Kurt.

“Blaine, honey, it is not your fault” Blaine opened his mouth to argue but Kurt hushed him. “No, it is not your fault. I am going to tell you how I know ok? I know she was getting your outfit from the tailors when it happened and that if she hadn’t she wouldn’t be at that spot at that time. Now do you believe in fate?” Kurt asked. Blaine just nodded so Kurt continued. “Ok so you believe everything happens for a reason and we are where we are supposed to be in this moment because that is where we are meant to be. Ok so that spot is where your mom was meant to be.”

Blaine looked like he was about to protest again so Kurt trekked on. “It was her time to go, she did what she was meant to do in life. If she were meant to do more than she did for Cooper, Destin and yourself, she would not have been in that accident. It happened though; all because that is what fate had planned. I went through the same thing when my mom died.” Kurt said. Blaine’s eyes widened in shock at the last statement.

“When I was seven years old my mom went out to the store to get me construction paper I needed for my class project. On her way back, when she was stopped at a red light, some man came and tapped on her window. My mom, being the trusting women that she was, rolled down her window. The next thing she knew the guy was holding a gun to her head and telling her to get out of the car. I don’t know what happened between then and the time he shot her, but I know that apparently she didn’t do as he said because she was shot in the head at close range.” It was Kurt’s turn to suck in a deep shuttering breath as he told his story.

“My dad got a call at seven in the evening telling him what happened. I just remember him collapsing onto the living room floor and crying. I walked over to him, sat in his lap and just hugged him. After my dad calmed down I looked to him and asked when my mom was going to be home so I could finish my project. I remember looking at him after I asked and he just started crying again. He slowly calmed down enough to tell me the short version of what happened. He told me my mom got into some trouble and wouldn’t be back.” Kurt wiped furiously at his cheeks.

“It wasn’t until I was older that I understood what had happened. I was so young but now that I am older I miss her like crazy, I wish I had had more time to spend with her, let her know who I really was and not just who my seven-year-old self was. I don’t even think she knew I was gay.” It was Blaine’s turn to wipe the tears off of Kurt’s face.

“Thank you” was all Blaine said. Kurt smiled at him and pulled him back into another hug. Kurt turned his head into Blaine’s neck and left a few light as a feather kisses there before pulling away.

“Wow, we are so bipolar. We go from laughing to arguing to laughing to crying and telling stories of how our mothers died. I think we need some serious medication Blaine” Kurt said. Blaine just laughed and shook his head. “I wouldn’t have us any other way. And how else are we supposed to learn every little thing about each other?” Blaine kissed Kurt’s temple and arranged himself so he was in a more comfortable position.

“I wouldn’t have us any other way either.” Kurt stated. They then slipped into a comfortable silence.

As if on cue, Cooper came bursting through the front door, arms full of grocery bags and even one hanging out of his mouth. “What did you do Coop, buy the entire store?” Blaine asked, taking a few bags from his brother. “Noooooo, I just bought enough for a few different meals, I figured that since you keep going on about how wonderful of a cook Kurt is, he could give me a few pointers and help cook dinner.” Cooper stated, snapping his fingers in a Z formation for emphasis.

“Did you really just snap your fingers like that? Today is seriously making me question your sexuality Coop. First the dancing and singing like that and then the snap.” Blaine ducked as Cooper threw a green pepper at him.

Kurt just looked on with fond eyes. “I would be happy to give you a few lessons Cooper. That is, as long as you promise not to dance around in your underwear, its very unsanitary and unsafe while cooking.” Kurt said, moving to help unpack the groceries.

Once all the food was put away, except for what they needed for the first dish, Blaine pulled out his phone, ready to video the trouble that was just waiting to happen. “Blaine, you don’t need to record, I am sure Cooper isn’t that bad in the kitchen.” Kurt said, looking for a bowl and cutting board. “Bowls are in the cabinet to the right of the sink and the cutting board is in the drawn next to the fridge.” Cooper stood eyes wide.

“How did you know that is what he needed?” Cooper asked. “Well he has veggies sitting out, which means he is probably going to need to cut them unless the tomatoes and green peppers were being blended, and once they are cut he is going to need a place to put them. It was cooking 101 Coop.” Blaine said, looking at his brother like he grew three heads.

Cooper just made and O with his mouth and went to stand next to Kurt.

“Ok we are going to make Salsa first, Cooper I need you to cut the tomato into small chunks and put them in the bowl.” Cooper did as he was told. Kurt took the green pepper, cut it in half, and removed the seeds and core from it, before chopping it into tiny pieces. Once he was done he moved to look at how Cooper was doing and saw a squished tomato.

“Cooper what do you think you are doing?” Kurt asked, hands on his hips. “Exactly what you told me to do.” “It looks like you smashed it with your knife. Ok, just show me what you were doing.” Kurt moved aside so he could show him. Cooper took the knife and put it to the tomato and pushed down. “Ok stop, yeah no. You are doing it wrong; you can’t cut a tomato just by putting a knife on it and pushing. It is like a saw. You have to move it back and forth while putting slight pressure on it.” Kurt demonstrated for a cut then handed the knife back to Cooper. He let Cooper do it a few times before Kurt moved away to cut up the onion.

Once all the vegetables were cut up and put into a bowl Cooper got the blender. “Ok so we don’t want to blend all of it together, just about half so it can still be chunky but have the consistency of Salsa.” Kurt took the bowl and poured half of it into the blender. “Do you know what we have to do now” Kurt asked Cooper. “Turn it on?” Cooper shrugged. “No, you need to put the top on it first, or it will just explode onto your face and the kitchen.” Kurt put the top on the Blender and turned it on. He let it go for about thirty seconds before turning it off. “Now what do we do Coop?” Kurt asked.

Blaine smiled at the fact that Kurt had called Cooper Coop. It meant Kurt was warming up to him and that he considered him to be an important person in his life. Blaine felt that he could get used to this, the three of them cooking and just joking around together, for the rest of his life.

Once the Salsa was made, Kurt put it all into a smaller container and put it in the refrigerator to make it cold. “Ok now that the salsa is made, lets move onto the brownies so they will be ready to eat after dinner.”

Kurt and Cooper had a harder time with the brownies. Flour got everywhere, Cooper dropped no less than five eggs on the ground and spilled the entire bowl of batter, resulting in them having to clean the kitchen and then start over. Kurt’s patience was running thin he didn’t know if he could survive cooking the tacos with Cooper.

Once the brownies were in the oven and the kitchen was clean again Blaine could tell Kurt had had enough of trying to turn Cooper into a kitchen master. “Ok Coop, why don’t we let Kurt make the tacos by himself, you can get cleaned up and meet us back here for dinner?” Blaine said, yanking Cooper up from his chair and pushing him out of the kitchen.

“But I am doing so well, I really think I can master the Tacos.” He whined, trying to get back into the kitchen. “No Coop, just go shower and read something. We will call you when dinner is ready.” Blaine said, pointing in the direction of the stairs. Cooper put on a sad expression, hung his head, and walked slowly towards the stairs.

“Thank you, I might have pulled all my hair out before the tacos were done.” Kurt said, noticeably happier now that Cooper was gone. “No problem, now, lets get to making these things.” Blaine rubbed his hands together and scooted over next to Kurt so their hips brushed.

The boys moved around the kitchen effortlessly. They hummed songs as they worked, hands lighting brushing together a few times, causing faint pink to color their faces. Once the tacos were done and the fixings set on the table, they called Cooper down.

“Oh wow, it smells delicious” Cooper said, drool practically falling out of his mouth. “Thank you, so instead of just the ground beef you bought, I made some grilled chicken and even some tofu if you wanted to try it. Also there are chips and melted cheese if you want nachos and I made a cool little lemonade spritzer to drink.” Kurt looked at the table, obviously pleased with himself.

The three men sat at the table and began to assemble their tacos. Once everyone was settled and happy with what was on their plate, they dug in. They ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until a rather loud moan came from someone. “Holy Shit, these are fucking amazing. You must come live here immediately.” Cooper exclaimed, letting out another rather inappropriate moan. “Thanks. I think.” Kurt said, continuing to eat his food, a small smile playing on his face.

“So I here the Daytona gay pride parade is June 30th. Are you going again squirt?” Cooper said, taking another bite of food. “Um I am not sure. I wasn’t planning on it.” Blaine shrugged; slightly bummed he didn’t have plans to go. “Oh come on B. You have the perfect person to go with. You have never had a boyfriend at one of these things. Take Kurt.” Cooper said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What do you say Kurt. Accompany my little Blainers to Gay Pride?” Cooper asked, batting his eyelashes at Kurt.

“I have never been to a pride parade but if Blaine wants to go, I would be happy to go.” Kurt said, looking directly at Blaine. “Yeah, they are so much fun. They throw beads, you can get your body painted, and just be in a place surrounded by people just like you, no judgments, you are just free to be yourself. It is amazing.” Blaine said, getting excited at the idea of going to pride with his boyfriend, who just so happened to be in love with.

Kurt was visibly excited as well. He was smiling and dancing in his seat a little. “This is amazing, I need to come over tomorrow and make sure your outfit is ok. Also I need to find rainbow briefs for both of us, oh and glitter, lots and lots of glitter. FEATHERS, I need to buy feathers.” Kurt was rambling and Cooper and Blaine couldn’t do anything but smile.

Once dinner was over Cooper practically ran over to the counter to grab the plate of raspberry infused brownies. “Oh wow, these look better than I imagined” Coop said, grabbing one and stuffing it into his mouth. “I added a raspberry drizzle on top to make the flavors pop.” Kurt said, putting a brownie on his plate and then one on Blaine’s.

“Does anyone want some milk?” Blaine asked, grabbing glasses from the counter. Both Kurt and Cooper raised their hands. Once dessert was done and Kurt had helped clean the dishes he gathered his things to leave. “I hate to leave so soon, but I gotta get home.” Kurt said. “But we were just starting to get to know each other.” Cooper whined. “I will be back tomorrow or the day after to get outfits ready. You will see me again.” Kurt said, patting the top of Coopers head. He was kneeling on the ground, hugging Kurt’s legs.

“Coop, get off the floor. You are a grown man. Stop doing that.” Blaine said, prying his brother off his boyfriend. Kurt just laughed. Blaine grabbed his keys, seeing as he drove them to the beach earlier and then to his house. “I’ll be back Coop. Don’t hurt yourself while I am gone.” With that Blaine closed the door and led them to the car. The drive was filled with Kurt talking about pride again, as well and a comfortable silence once Kurt got all of his ideas out. The radio was turned low and they sang along quietly.

“I’ll call you tonight” Kurt said. He leant over the center console and pulled Blaine in for a kiss. Blaine sighed when their lips made contact. Blaine angled his head and parted his lips to deepen it. Kurt took the invitation and let his tongue trace the contours of Blaine’s mouth, engraving them in his mind forever. They kissed lazily for a few moments before Kurt broke away: A small smile forming. “I will talk to you later.” Kurt placed one last kiss on Blaine’s lips before exiting the car. He gave a small wave once he reached the door.

“Did you have a good day?” His aunt asked, startling him and almost sending him to the floor. “Yeah today was amazing, best day here so far.” Kurt said. “Your father called, said he hadn’t heard from you in week.” His aunt Kalee said, and left the room. Kurt hurried up to his room and opened up Skype. He was happy to see his dad was online.

It rang a few times before Burt accepted the call. “Hey kiddo I miss you” was the first thing Burt said. “I miss you too dad.” Kurt sighed. He really did miss his dad. It was just them for the longest time and being away for such a long period of time was weird.

“So tell me who has been hogging all your time.” Burt said. Kurt sat wide-eyed, staring at his father. “What do you mean?” Kurt asked. Of course he was going to tell his father but he didn’t think he father would already know he had met someone. “The boy Finn told me you met a few weeks ago. Tell me about him.” Kurt just sighed and looked for the best way to start.

“He is so great dad. He is funny, and athletic, but not in the tall muscular sense, in the sense that he has definition but its not gross. He has the softest honey colored eyes. Also his voice, I could listen to him talk or sing for hours with no problem which is huge for me, you know how much I like to talk.” Kurt gushed. “That is all great, but tell me about him, what does he like to do, how old he is.” Burt said. “Oh well his name is Blaine, he graduated in 2010 so he is 18 gonna be 19. He is a lifeguard at the beach and that is how we met. He is the sweetest guy I have ever met. He understands me and we have so much in common. He is so honest and open about everything and has this energy about him that I can’t get enough of. I just love how selfless he is, about everything. He has always put me first when we are together and I never expected to find that in anyone. He makes me feel safe when I am around him, like nothing bad can happen to me ever again.”

Once Kurt stopped talking Burt just stared at him. “What? Do I have something on my face?” Kurt asked. Burt just shook his head. “You love him.” Burt said, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to say. “I have barely known him a month, I can’t love him, that is crazy dad.” Kurt scoffed. “Love has no time limit son. As crazy as it sounds, you are in love with him. I can see it all over your face when you talk about him. Even over this crappy connection I can see it clear as day.” Kurt just looked at his father. Contemplating what his father said. “Be careful Kurt. You only have a month until you come home. I don’t want you to get in to deep and then have your heartbroken at the end of summer.” Burt was so supportive and Kurt was glad. “I know dad, I wont get my heartbroken. I promise I can take care of myself. I will be fine.” Kurt reassured him. “I want to meet him, Over Skype, I want to meet him. He means so much to you and makes you happy so I have a right to meet him as face to face as possible at the moment. You hear me?” Burt asked. “Yeah you can meet him next time he is over at the house or I am at his. I promise.” Kurt replied.

“Ok good. I am going to go. I am tired; it was a long day at the shop. I love you Kurt.” Burt said, smiling at the camera. “I love you too dad. Goodnight.” Kurt said, waving at his dad and ending the call.

Kurt logged on to Facebook and noticed something that made him panic.

Upcoming Birthdays: Blaine Anderson- June 30th.

Kurt was in a panic. Blaine’s birthday was the same day as Pride and he had no idea what he was going to do. He knew pride was an all day event. It could go late into the night. He had to call Cooper and make arrangements for something. He had to buy a gift and that would be harder than anything.

Kurt didn’t know what to do. What do you get your boyfriend of a month for his birthday? That same boyfriend that you fell in love with when you weren’t supposed to. Kurt’s mind was still racing when he fell asleep: Idea after idea flashing through his brain.

Even though he was panicking Kurt fell asleep with a smile on his face and Blaine on his mind.