As soon as Blaine got to look at Kurt without his jeans, cock straining the front of his black boxer-briefs, the little game he had been playing was quickly forgotten. His hands were stripping Kurt from the black material before he had consciously told them to and as soon as that last small piece of fabric was gone Blaine's lips were wrapped around the head of Kurt's dick.

"Fuck!" Blaine heard Kurt curse and looked up to see Kurt with his head thrown back and his fingers fisted in the sheets, "Warn a guy next time!" All Blaine did was move his lips further down the shaft of Kurt's cock, humming slightly.

"Blaine," Kurt panted in between heavy breaths, his fingers uncurling from the sheets to move and curl into Blaine's curls instead, "you-oh-have on too many c-clothes." Even though it was what Kurt was trying to get at, he still whimpered when Blaine let go of his dick.

"I was trying," Blaine was still staring at Kurt's cock before he licked his lips and looked up at him, "to suck your cock."

"And while I appreciate that, you need to stop talking and take your pants off before I decide this is more trouble than it's worth," Kurt surprised himself with how well he was able to think and get words out of his brain.

"We can't have that now can we?" Blaine responded, cheekily, still grinning up at Kurt smugly.

"Not if you want your dick up my ass tonight it can't."

Blaine's eyes widened as his cock twitched in his jeans and he dropped his head onto Kurt's hip heavily. "You can't just say things like that, Kurt."

"Take your pants off and we can do a lot more than just talk about it," Kurt resisted the urge to cross his arms over his chest, knowing how ridiculous he would look. Instead he watched Blaine heavily as he stood up and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans. Blaine let out a low whine of the pressure of his jeans being off of his very hard cock.

"Tease," Kurt breathed and Blaine looked over to the man still laying on the bed. Surprised to find himself looking as Kurt watching him like he was the last man on the planet with his hand loosely stroking his own hard cock.

Blaine looked pointedly at what Kurt was doing to himself before saying, "And I'm the tease?" It surprised Blaine when his voice came out breathless, but this was Kurt, so he guessed he shouldn't have been.

"Pants Blaine," Kurt reminded him, "then you can come join me again." As if to prove himself Kurt's hand sped up just a little and he bit his lip to contain the moan that was on his lips. Blaine shucked off his jeans as fast as they would allow him to and he was jumping onto the bed between Kurt's legs again.

Swatting Kurt's hand off his own dick he looked up and made eye contact with the beautiful man above him, "Lube?" When he saw Kurt reaching over to the bedside table he quickly sunk his head back down and swallowed as much of Kurt as he could. His lips curved up just a little when he heard Kurt whimper.

Continuing his actions Blaine ran his tongue up the underside of Kurt's cock before reaching the head and slowly tonguing over the slit. He eagerly cleaned it of the precome that was oozing out of it until he was hit in the head with something hard.

Instantly dropping the cock in his mouth he glared up at Kurt, "Um, ow!" And then he looked to the side to see what had hit him. Kurt had actually thrown the small bottle of lube and the condom at his head. "Really Kurt?"

"You asked for the lube and I can remember telling you to warn me next time," Kurt scolded but Blaine could see the little twitches in the corners of his mouth, giving himself away.

"You love me," Blaine said before dropping his head again and pulling one of Kurt's balls into his mouth to gently suck on.

"That-oh God-should be obvious by now. Fuck! Blaine. Blaine stop!"

Blaine pulled away quickly, "What? What did I do wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Giggling and blushing slightly Kurt said, "I just don't want to come yet. Can we...you know...get to it?" Kurt's face was now a brilliant red.

"Only if you are still 100% sure, love," Blaine was now leaving open mouth kisses along Kurt's inner thigh.

"Please Blaine. I love you so much. I want you to make love to me," Kurt sighed happily.

"It would be my honor," Blaine mumbled into the sensitive skin before lifting his head and reaching for the lube. He had fingered Kurt before so this wasn't new territory, he knew exactly how to make Kurt come undone as fast as he could by stroking and rubbing his fingers against Kurt's prostate. But Blaine knew that tonight he would actually be able to put his dick inside there...it wasn't just the nerves that made his hands shake while he uncapped the lube and slicked up his right index finger.

Kurt had been watching him the whole time and when he saw that Blaine was prepared he opened his legs even wider, silently begging for Blaine to continue. Slowly Blaine trailed his finger down until he reached Kurt's entrance. Moving his finger around the puckered flesh a few times, listening to the small sounds Kurt wasn't aware he was making Blaine asked, "Okay?"

"Please Blaine," Kurt had finally gotten over his snarky comments and all he wanted was Blaine to stop teasing him and slowly sink his finger in and-oh. Oh God. This was definitely not the first time anything had been in there but Kurt could never get over how good it felt. "More," Kurt demanded between pants, Blaine had only sunk his finger in to the first knuckle.

Blaine chuckled softly but slowly sunk his finger in all the way and allowed Kurt time to adjust. They kept at this pace until Blaine had three of his fingers slowly fucking into Kurt and Kurt was writhing on the bed begging Blaine for more. Blaine's hands were shaking more heavily as he pulled his fingers out of Kurt and reached for the condom. Once in his grasp he tried desperately to open it but his lube slicked fingers wouldn't allow it.

"Let me," Kurt said quietly as he sat up and slowly took the condom out of Blaine's trembling hands. Kurt's hands weren't shaking and he was able to open the small wrapper fairly easily. Once it was open he handed it back to Blaine and he sat up and slowly rolled the condom on, hissing while his hand was touching his neglected erection. He pumped himself a few times to spread the lube that was already on his hand and then looked at Kurt who had already laid back down.

Shuffling to get into position Blaine scrambled forward until just the head of his dick was softly resting against Kurt's hole. Even though he already knew the answer he had to ask one more time, "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Kurt said loudly, alone in his bedroom, waking himself up. He had bolted upright as he woke up and he was alarmed to find himself alone in the bed, sheets twisted into a ball at the end of it, his hands damp and his half-hard cock.

"Kurt? Honey, are you alright?" Carole's voice drifted through the door, concern clearly evident.

"'M fine! Just...bad dream," he stammered out trying to make his voice sound less guilty. God, how old was he, having his step-mom almost catch him waking up from a wet dream.

"Okay sweetie," she said though the door and Kurt could hear her footsteps walking back toward the direction of the kitchen. He wondered what she was even doing up. It was Friday and his parent's last day in the city. Kurt had taken the whole week off work to spend time with them but since their flight was booked for this afternoon he was going in to work this morning. Plus he missed Blaine more than he cared to admit.

Blaine.

Kurt flopped back down on the pillow as the dream came rushing back into his body. Every single time he thought he had finally gotten rid of it always came back, more intense than the last time. Trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes he allowed to linger on the details for a few moments.

He remembered being so nervous, but trying to be the strong one because he could see how badly Blaine's hands were shaking. Kurt had been nervous, but had been so ready. When he had told Blaine that he had been wanting to for a while he hadn't been kidding. They had moved slow, it had taken them two years to work up to that moment but if he could do it over he would not change a single thing.

Everything they had done had been with so much love and care. Asking "is this okay?" and "can I..." before every step. Gentle touches until they both got comfortable and only then would they allow it to be rough and fast with each other. This had been the last step, the thing that brought them closer together then they had thought possible. The moment where the world could have stopped, but as long as Kurt had Blaine he wouldn't care.

Of course Kurt had said yes when Blaine had asked that final time. He could distinctly remember the nervousness in Blaine's eyes when he finally started to push in but what mattered more was the love that out shown everything else. In that moment the world had shifted and nothing would ever be the same for Kurt again.

Kurt slammed his arms down on the bed. Something was off about today and he had a very foreboding feeling resting heavily on him. Luckily it was enough to kill the semi-erection that he had been sporting and he was able to pull himself out of bed. He quietly walked to the kitchen and was taken by surprise when he saw his dad was also up and dressed.

"What are you guys both doing up?" His voice was rough with sleep and he winced as he walked over the the coffee pot.

"Don't you remember Kurt?" Carole asked, "You promised us you would bring us to work today that way you could see Cathy. She is such a sweetheart. I miss her."

All the color drained out of Kurt's face. How had he forgotten that? Now that Carole had mentioned it he remembered a foggy conversation with them over the phone weeks ago. He had actually told them on their last day they could go to work with him in the morning to see Cathy. Carole and Cathy had really hit it off and he thought that she looked at Cathy a little bit like the daughter she never had. They gossiped like high school girls, and it was actually very fun to watch. But he had told them that before Blaine had started to work at the office.

"Yeah and didn't you say somethin' about seein' someone from work? I gotta make sure he's okay for my boy," Burt said with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes. Kurt gulped. He had managed to say that he was seeing someone but it had been over dinner and the waitress had come over before he had been able to tell them everything and after that he didn't want to ruin their night with the news.

"Uhhh...yeah. I am...seeing someone from work," Kurt said quietly as he stared into the cup he was stirring creamer into.

"Aw Kurt. There is no need to be embarrassed. You aren't in high school anymore. Tell us about him!"

"Um," Kurt blushed, still not looking up from his coffee, "he-he's really great. He's a real gentleman and he makes me feel special. He makes me laugh all the time. And he's so handsome. He's a wonderful guy. And I think I might lo- never mind." Kurt blushed deeper before finally looked up and smiling at the ceiling. He had almost said it though, almost said he lov-

"He does sound wonderful! I'm so happy for you!" Carole gushed and Kurt looked down to meet her eyes and he couldn't help but smile a little bigger when he saw the look on her face.

"Thank you. I'm really lucky that he found me," again Kurt added in his mind. Maybe this wouldn't go over as badly as he was expecting.

"What's his name?" Carole asked and Kurt dropped eye contact. He turned the head to the side and licked his lips nervously, his hands were mildly shaking. But he couldn't lie, not when they were going to be in the same building with Blaine soon.

"Um, Joshua...Blaine Anderson," he practically whispered. The room was dead silent. He looked back over to his parents and saw a look of surprise on Carole's face and his dad was just staring at him, not blinking.

"Oh!" Carole recovered faster, but Kurt was still looking at his dad, "Well isn't that a funny coincidence."

"It's not a coincidence, Carole," Burt said gruffly, eyes still not leaving Kurt's, "it's the same guy. The same guy that broke your heart. Isn't it?"

Kurt couldn't keep eye contact any longer as he stared down at the floor, "Yeah. Yeah, i-it's Blaine."

More silence. Kurt's words hanging heavily in the air. He was waiting for someone to snap. His whole body was trembling now as he waited. Kurt could feel both pair's of eyes on him but he couldn't bring himself to look up.

"What are you thinking, Kurt?" Burt finally broke the deafening silence, but his voice was eerily calm. Like he was so angry that he was past even showing it.

"H-He explained to me what happened. It was a misundersta-" Kurt tried to explain but Burt cut him off before he could finish.

"Do not even dare to say it was a misunderstanding. He cheated on you. Last time I checked it was 'once a cheater always a cheater.'" Burt's voice had risen significantly while he had been speaking and Kurt winced.

"Dad. Just let me explain, please?" His voice cracked with the last word and Burt's face softened a little.

"Well this better be good," he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"T-The guy's name was Hunter. Blaine knew him from the school he went to before he went to Dalton. Hunter was the first person he ever came out to and vice-versa. They went through a lot together but when Blaine transferred Hunter thought he was giving up by running away. They hadn't spoken for years and then Hunter called Blaine and told him he had been diagnosed with cancer-"

At the word Carole had sucked in a harsh breath and Kurt was grateful for being able to stop for a few seconds. He knew he was speeding through the story but he thought it would be better to just get it all out there as fast as he could.

"Hunter told Blaine that his biggest regret was going to be dying without knowing what it was like to be in love. So Blaine offered to try and show him, even though he was already in love with me. But Hunter was Blaine's best friend, and you always have a kind of connection with people that you go through hell with and-"

"And you forgave him because of that story?" Burt cut him off again, looking at Kurt with doubt in his eyes.

"Well...not right away...but...yes, eventually... I did," Kurt raised his chin, trying to come off more confident than he felt, "I saw the truth of it in Blaine's eyes."

Burt laughed exasperated, "Well that's just great. Boy messes you up, then just comes running back in with a sob story and you go back to him. What are you thinking?! Do you not remember how you felt after? Or what a strain it put on your friends? Or what about us, huh? Did you ever even think about us?"

Kurt was now fighting back tears. He really never had thought about how the break up had effected anyone else that he knew, he had never even realized that it did effect anyone else but him.

"I never...I never really knew it effected anyone else. Not until recently," Kurt told the floor quietly.

One again Burt huffed and rolled his eyes. But Carole had seemed to finally found her voice, "Does he make you happy Kurt?"

"Y-Yeah," Kurt allowed himself to smile through the tears welling up in his eyes from his father's reaction, "yeah he really does."

"Well then that's all that matters. We just want you to be happy, whoever that's with. Even if it's Blaine."

"Thanks Carole," he said warmly, finally able to blink away all of the tears.

"I don't trust him."

"Please just give him a chance today. For me? Please Dad?"

Burt looked at his son for a long time, searching his eyes and Kurt could see when he had finally found what he had been looking for when his expression softened.

"Fine. But don't expect me to be all for the idea after I see him."

"Just let Blaine speak for himself before you completely write him off. He obviously means a lot to Kurt and that should mean a lot to you," Carole warned her husband and Kurt smiled in relief.

"Yeah yeah yeah. I'll do it. But I'm not going to be happy about it. You all might suffer from memory loss, but I sure as hell don't."

"A chance Dad, that's all I'm asking for," Kurt reminded him.

"Yup. Now don't you need to get ready for work? You haven't seemed to have grown out of taking the longest amount of time in the bathroom."

Kurt cast a look at the clock and when he saw how much time had actually passed. A low "ah shit," left his mouth and he left his coffee abandoned on the counter as he briskly walked back to his bedroom.

The whole time that he was getting ready for the day he could hear hushed whispers coming from the kitchen and he knew his dad and Carole were talking about Blaine. Telling them had pretty much gone how Kurt had been expecting, except for Carole's approval. He had been shocked and strangely touched at her acceptance of whatever was going to make him the happiest. Now he just had to get his dad to sign off on it...which was going to be a lot harder.

He hoped that Blaine would be able to win his dad over again like he had been able to do to Kurt himself. It had been working with Blaine that had showed Kurt how much Blaine really was trying to get him back and that this wasn't all just a game to him. Nobody would have put up with the shit that he and Cathy had put Blaine through if he wasn't serious. All Kurt could do was hope that his dad would look at the same way.

In the back of his head we was hoping that at least Cathy had remembered that his parents were coming to work today and had warned Blaine. It could be bad if they were in his office playing basketball with wads of paper and the trashcan on top of a chair that they had placed on his desk again. Kurt himself had laughed and found it endearing that Cathy was probably the only one Blaine could beat at basketball because of his height.

Smiling at the memory, Kurt walked out of his bedroom dressed and ready for whatever the day was going to bring. Even though he still had that foreboding feeling like something big was going to happen. The smile was gone by the time he got to the kitchen.

"You guys ready?" Kurt asked, forcing a fake smile this time.

"As I'll ever be," Burt huffed before standing up and pulling his coat on. Carole simply clucked her tongue at her husband's response and also stood up.

The three Hummels finally left the apartment and ventured out into the cold air together. Taking the lead, Kurt hailed a cab as fast as he could which took look longer than it normally did. Kurt thought it was a sign that even the universe was against what was going to happen today. During the ride Carole dithered over how much money it was to take a cab to and from work everyday and how Kurt really should have a car. He tried to stay calm as he explained how he had no where to park a car. Burt stayed silent the whole time, quietly fuming Kurt assumed.

It was too soon when they reached the building. Kurt handed the cab driver the money and led his parents into the building.

"Good morning, Kurt!" Bill said loudly as they entered, making Kurt wince.

"Hey Bill," Kurt said miserably and Carole jabbed an elbow into his ribs, no doubt trying to remind him of his manners, "I would like you to meet my parents. Carole and Burt Hummel." He really would rather do anything else.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Bill smiled, eyes twinkling as he came out from behind his desk and shaking both their hands, "My name is Bill."

"It's very nice to meet you," Carole said warmly, "Are you a new employee? I haven't heard Kurt say anything about a handsome young man named Bill."

Kurt gritted his teeth as Bill laughed affectionately, "No. Not new. He's just too shy to say anything about me, isn't that right Kurt?" When Bill actually winked at him, his left hand clenched into a fist.

"That's right," his voice was laced with anger and sarcasm and Carole shot him a look. "Well, we'll just be off." Kurt started to walk towards the elevator, not looking back to see if his parents had followed or not.

"It was a pleasure to meet both of you!" Bill called from behind Kurt so he assumed that they had decided to follow after all. He shifted his weight to the other foot as he willed the elevator to hurry up. Kurt stood tensely and when the door finally arrived, he was inside the next instant.

As soon as the doors had closed behind them Carole turned to him, "Did you two have words? He seems like a wonderful boy and you were acting very strange."

"Bill and I," Kurt started and realized he had no idea how to explain how horrible a person Bill was without telling them everything, "don't see eye to eye." He finished lamely.

Luckily for him, he had paused for longer than he thought and the door was already opening on his floor. He pushed past his parents and started to lead them down the hallway, knowing they would follow behind him. The day had hardly even started and Kurt already had a pounding headache. How was he supposed to have his dad sign off on his relationship with Blaine now?

"Caaaaaaaroleeee!"

Kurt heard a screech from down the hallway and suddenly a small blonde figure was running right at them. Snorting at Cathy, he moved to the side as she attacked his step-mom in a bone crushing hug. But at least she had remembered they were coming today, hopefully she had extended the information to Blaine.

"What I don't get a hug, kiddo?" Burt teased as his eyes lit up and a real smile actually passed over his face. Kurt was relieved to actually see his dad smile for the first time today. Cathy suck her tongue out at him and hugged Carole tighter making all of them laugh.

Finally she detached herself and went over to give Burt a hug also. Kurt was watching them interact fondly until he felt warm, strong arms wrap around his waist from behind. Automatically leaning back into Blaine's embrace Kurt took a big lungful of air, breathing him in.

"Hi baby. I missed you this week," Blaine said quietly before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, always mindful when parents were around. Kurt sighed happily, how could his dad not approve of his wonderful man?

"I did too. Never that long again, deal?"

Blaine had rested his head on Kurt's shoulder and whispered, "Deal."

They watched for a few moments longer before Kurt asked,"Are you ready to re-meet my parents, Blaine?"

"Of course I am," Blaine cooed into his ear before letting go of Kurt and standing next to him, grasping his hand.

Together the pair walked forward and the smile on Burt's face instantly vanished. Noticing Blaine tense beside him, he squeezed his hand in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. Carole looked taken aback, but her smile only wavered for an instant and Kurt was happy for Blaine's sake. Now that he knew how nervous Blaine was to be doing this he was filled with pride.

"Blaine," Carole said in a warm, but wary tone and opened her arms. Kurt looked at Blaine who looked very taken aback but squeezed his hand again before dropping it. Slowly Blaine walked forward and hugged Carole back. Their embrace did not last long but it was still more than Kurt had been hoping for.

"It's so nice to see you again Mrs. Hummel," Blaine said once the hug had come to an end. Kurt could hear the affection in his voice and it made his heart swell.

"Don't be silly dear. You know to call me Carole."

Blaine nodded once and smiled warmly before turning to Burt. Kurt sucked in air through his teeth in nervous anticipation.

"You too, Mr. Hummel," he said sticking his hand out, waiting for Burt to shake. Burt made a noncommittal noise from his throat but shook Blaine's hand anyway. However, it did not go unnoticed by Kurt that Blaine's hand flexed uncomfortably as soon as his father had let go as well as the fact that Burt hadn't told Blaine to call him by his first name.

The five of them stood silently for a few moments, all shifting back and forth on their feet. Kurt had no idea what to say now and he was guessing that nobody else did either. His dad was still staring at Blaine like he was trying to decide weather or not he was going to punch him. Blaine was just smiling nervously, eyes darting to meet everyone's. Carole was doing almost the same thing as Blaine but with less energy. Kurt had a small smile on his face because he didn't know what else to do and was staring off into space.

Finally it was Cathy, who probably felt the least uncomfortable, broke the silence, "Do you two want to see what we've been working on?"

Carole blinked a few times as if she were waking up before saying, "Of course dear!"

Immediately Cathy started chattering away and started to walk in another direction, Carole following behind her and Burt after her. Once they had rounded a corner Kurt let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. At the sound Blaine instantly threw his arms around Kurt's lithe frame. Kurt could feel his body trembling but he didn't hear any sobs.

"It's okay Blaine. Everything is okay," Kurt soothed, running his hands up and down Blaine's back, trying to provide some comfort. He knew Blaine probably didn't believe him, because he didn't believe the words himself. "It's okay," Kurt realized he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince Blaine.

Blaine only clung to Kurt tighter, latching himself onto the taller man. Kurt knew that Blaine was feeling it to. The dread that had been in the pit of Kurt's stomach all morning. Feeling like he knew what was happening, Kurt clung back onto Blaine, not ever wanting to let go again. Dry tears were burning in the back of his eyes but he just kept whispering nothings to Blaine, hoping he would start to believe them.

"Don't leave me Kurt. Please. You can't leave me now," Blaine begged. It was the first thing he had said since shaking Burt's hand and Kurt felt like a knife was being stabbed into his throat. It made him sick to know how much he was hurting this wonderful, beautiful, honest and kind man. The only man that he had ever loved. He had to say something, but he wasn't going to lie.

"I don't want to," he whispered gently, stroking his hand on the back of Blaine's head. Kurt allowed one tear to fall from his eye before he wiped it away with the back of his other hand. He didn't know how long Cathy would be able to keep his parents entertained and he had to be the strong one and get Blaine back on his feet again.

"They fly out this afternoon," he started, "as soon as we get through this mornings work and I see them off I'll come over and we can spend the whole weekend together. We can get Chinese food and watch Moulin Rouge five times in a row like we used to," Kurt teased and was relieved when Blaine chuckled, finally pulling away a little.

"Split an order of veggie lo mein and you got yourself a deal mister," Blaine's eyelashes were damp, but he was smiling just the same. Kurt returned the half-hearted smile.

"You got it," and then he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to Blaine's lips. Blaine sighed into the kiss, but didn't try to deepen in for which Kurt was grateful. They pulled away and smiled, before breaking the embrace. They didn't need to talk about what had just happened, but they both knew it was something big. Things had just changed and it wasn't a good thing.

It wasn't long after that that Cathy came back with Burt and Carole. She shot Kurt a look, trying to apologize that she couldn't keep them occupied longer but Kurt just waved it off with his hand. She had already done too much to help him. To help them.

The rest of the morning passed by in a blur. Kurt was going through the motions of working but he was too lost in his own head to pay attention to what he was doing. It was impossible for him to describe what had happened, but this was the turning point. Kurt couldn't keep floating. He had to figure out what was happening with him and Blaine, and it had to happen now.

Seeing Blaine and his father interact Kurt saw how he wasn't being fair to anyone. Not his friends, his family, and especially Blaine. He was keeping them all suspended up in the air like marionettes. And he, the puppeteer was telling a cruel story. Forcing them all around on their strings, making them dance for him. He saw that clearly now, and realized that it wasn't really Blaine that put his father so on edge, it was the way Blaine effected him. Burt thought having Blaine in his life was going to send him off the edge again. But it was this, this not knowing was what was doing it.

He didn't want to be the bad guy anymore, he was tired. With a sick twist in his stomach Kurt knew what he had to do. He fought the urge to vomit as he sat with his head in his hands on his desk. After this everything would change, the rest of his life would change. It felt so final and foreign, knowing that one thing would be the cause of everything else.

The bile turned in his stomach again, knowing what he was going to do. Before he had made conscious decision to he was running out of his office and into the bathroom. Thankfully it was empty, that way no one had to directly hear the sounds of him being sick.

After he was still sitting on the floor, covered in a cold sweat and he heard the door creak open. He stood up as quickly as his shaky legs would allow him to, flushed away his vomit and walked out of the stall.

"Oh! Kurt! Are you okay?"

It was Blaine.

"I'm fine," Kurt cast a fake smile before walking over to the sink and splashing cold water on his face, "musta been old creamer in my coffee this morning. I'm always telling Rachel to keep an eye on that."

"Okay..." Blaine said and Kurt knew that he didn't believe the excuse. He didn't know why he was lying to Blaine, this affected him too and he deserved to know. Later though, after his parent's were gone.

"Do you know what time it is?" Kurt asked instead as they walked out of the bathroom, Blaine still eying him warily.

"Sure," Blaine looked down at his watch, "It's almost 3:30."

"We have to leave then," Kurt said flatly. Leaving would just make what was coming come sooner. If he hadn't already emptied his stomach he knew he would be sick again.

"Yeah," Blaine said simply.

Together they went to collect Kurt's parents to leave for the airport. While Carole and Burt were saying their goodbyes to Cathy, Kurt sent her a text saying that he needed two different addresses that only Cathy would be able to easily access from the files in the computer. They were still there when Cathy opened the text and she sent Kurt a look, seeing something off in his eyes. He just nodded once and she said one final goodbye before going and sitting at her computer.

Blaine hugged Carole once more. At which Burt had rolled his eyes and walked away. "He'll come around," Carole said, even though nobody believed her. Kurt allowed himself to hug Blaine quickly before leaving.

"I'll still see you tonight right?" Blaine whispered into his ear.

"Yeah," was all Kurt could bring himself to say. The pair detached after the short embrace and Blaine looked at him, confused, knowing something was wrong, "I'll be there. See you soon." And with that he turned around and walked away, a part of his heart breaking.

They took a taxi to the airport and nobody spoke much. As they walked though the airport they made small talk about the next visit and how Carole couldn't wait to come back. Kurt's dad staying silent through most of it, only speaking when spoken to and making little sounds every once and a while.

Cathy sent him the addresses while he was waving goodbye to his parents as they went through security. He looked sadly at his phone and then back at their retreating figures, knowing what he had to do couldn't wait any longer. Kurt made his way out of the airport, looking only at the ground, trying desperately to not break down in tears.

Some still escaped despite his best efforts and it was through a clouded vision that he hailed the taxi. Kurt lingered getting in, not wanting to go through with this. But it was what needed to be done. Lifting his chin he opened the door and told the cab driver the first of the two addresses. The car lurched forward, into the hardest thing Kurt would ever have to do.