Waking in Blaine’s arms was something Kurt decided that he could definitely get used to. As the memories of the previous night flooded his mind, Kurt realised he was easily the luckiest person in the world. While he couldn’t really share his feelings with anyone, he could certainly bask in the memory of them.

Blaine was still fast asleep when Kurt woke up and he just watched him for a while, noticing how all of the creases that were on Blaine’s face during the day disappeared while he slept. He looked so peaceful, childlike, even; face purely innocent.

Kurt was more than lucky to have found Blaine. He had never felt so in love with anyone before and the thought didn’t even scare him like he used to think it would.

He watched Blaine for a little while longer before getting up to use the bathroom. He washed himself carefully and pulled on some clothes. He pressed a kiss to the top of Blaine’s head and shuffled as quietly as possible from the bedroom.

Once in Blaine’s kitchen, Kurt started to make them breakfast. He chopped up a variety of different fruits, laying the selections out on a plate and even though it was completely unhealthy, Kurt toasted two bagels for them as well. He had just finished pouring two mugs of herbal tea when he felt lips on the back of his neck.

“Morning,” Blaine said, voice gruff from sleep. “What’s all this?”

“Breakfast of champions,” Kurt replied, turning in Blaine’s arms. “Go back to bed, I’ll bring it in.”

“I’ll carry something,” Blaine said, kissing along Kurt’s neck.

Kurt smiled. Blaine was adorably rumpled in the morning, curly hair sticking out in all directions from sleep. He was clad in only a pair of sweat pants and Kurt had to resist the urge to just reach out and touch Blaine. He focused on the fact that he had just spent over half an hour preparing their breakfast and he wanted to enjoy it with Blaine before he had to leave for Lima.

“Can you take the mugs then?” Kurt asked.

“Of course,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt on the lips briefly before clasping the two mugs in his hand.

Kurt picked up the tray with their food on it and followed Blaine back to the bedroom. He carefully handed Blaine the tray so he could settle the legs on the bed and he slipped back into bed next to him.

“This looks fantastic,” Blaine said as he picked up a bagel, lathering it with butter before taking a bite.

Kurt smiled and picked up some fruit to eat. “I thought we could enjoy a lazy morning together before I have to leave.”

“You’re so sweet, thank you,” Blaine said. “I wish you could stay though. It’d be nice to spend the whole day together.”

“We will soon,” Kurt said. “Christmas is in two weeks and we can spend some time together then. I’ll just tell my dad I’m sleeping over at Jeff or Nick’s house.”

“Kurt,” Blaine started softly. “I don’t want you to lie to your dad.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine. “I kind of already am,” he said. “We’re lying to everyone about this. About us.”

“I know.”

They fell silent, a sense of awkwardness hung between them as they finished their breakfast. Kurt picked up his mug of herbal tea and took a long sip, letting its warmth fill him. Even though it was just the beginning of winter, the cold had hit hard. Kurt loved the winter for the many, many fashion opportunities there were as well as the amount of scarves he could get away with owning.

“That was possibly the best breakfast I’ve ever had,” Blaine said, breaking the silence a few minutes later. “Thank you.”

Kurt smiled. “It was nothing.”

Blaine reached over and took Kurt’s mug from his hand, setting it on the bed side table next to his own. “It was,” he whispered before brushing their lips together.

Kurt’s hand automatically found its way into Blaine’s hair, deepening the kiss. Blaine cupped his cheek, his thumb stroking softly across the skin. They moved together, tangled in each other’s arms as they laid back down on the bed. Kurt shifted, running a hand down Blaine’s side, coming to rest on his hip.

Blaine broke the kiss and looked over at the bedside table. “It’s eight, when do you have to be home by?”

“Lunch time,” Kurt replied. “Why’s that?”

“That gives us two hours to enjoy alone together then.”

Kurt smiled, pulling Blaine in for another kiss.

As he drove home, just under two hours later, Kurt couldn’t stop smiling. Loving Blaine was possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“I’m home,” he called out as he walked through the front door. He heard the sound of someone shuffling in the kitchen and he wandered over to see Finn and Mercedes standing closely together. He grinned widely at them. “Hi.”

“Hey, Kurt, we were, uh…” Finn started, flustered.

“Hey, boo,” Mercedes said, giving Finn a look before crossing the room to give him a hug. “How was the drive?”

“Long and lonely but I survived,” Kurt replied, hugging her back. “How are you both?”

Mercedes smiled as she pulled back and she glanced over at Finn. “We’re good.”

Kurt kept smiling. “I might leave you both to it and go help Dad in the shop.”

“Keep tonight free, we’re having a girly night,” Mercedes said.

Kurt nodded. “Will do,” he replied, leaving the pair alone.

Kurt headed up the stairs to put his bags down and he checked his cell phone, sending Blaine a text to let him know he got home safely before heading out of the house again.

He arrived at the shop a few minutes later and saw his dad leaning over under the hood of a car. Kurt stepped into the office to quickly change into his overalls before heading back out into the shop.

“Hey, Dad,” he said, passing his dad the wrench he was reaching for.

“Hey, son,” Burt greeted, straightening. “Safe drive?”

Kurt nodded. “It was fine; there was hardly any traffic on the road.”

“Good,” Burt said, leaning back under the hood of the car.

They chatted while Burt worked and Kurt helped wherever he could. He ended up being the one to roll under the car to make sure that everything was functioning properly.

“What time is it?” Burt asked after a while.

“Almost one,” Kurt replied.

“No wonder I’m starving,” Burt said. “Can you handle things here? I’m going to take a break.”

“Of course, Dad.”

Burt left him alone and Kurt started humming to himself as he worked. He checked off on the list of what needed to be done to the next car and he saw that it was a general service so he started the routine that was ingrained into his mind since he was a little boy.

He worked around the car with a practiced ease, mentally checking things off in his mind as he went a long. Servicing a car for Kurt was like buttering a piece of toast – it just happened without really thinking about it. When he was younger, after his mother had passed away, it was something he and his dad did to bond. Kurt knew more about cars by the time he was eleven years old, including how to drive almost any make and model, than most grown men that walked into his dad’s shop.

Kurt prided himself on his ability to recognise the make and model of a car by the briefest glance, or better yet, the sound of the engine. His dad used to test him on it every day after he had completed his homework. He didn’t know any different, it was a part of their routine. Just like Kurt holding tea parties and teaching his dad how to behave like a proper gentleman while at one.

Even though Kurt missed his mom a lot growing up, he thought he was really lucky to have a dad like Burt – someone who was always there for him, no matter what.

As he changed the oil, he started to sing, still feeling happy from his and Blaine’s amazing evening and just as amazing morning.

He didn’t realise that his singing had gone from just muttering under his breath to full on singing until his dad was back at his side.

“Was that Nat King Cole?” Burt asked.

Kurt flushed and nodded. “Yeah, it was,” he replied.

“Why are you singing L-O-V-E-?” Burt asked, a slight amused look on his face. “That was your mom’s and my song.”

“I know,” Kurt replied. “It’s a lovely song.”

Burt chuckled. “C’mon, kid, out with it. Who is he?”

Kurt flushed again, picking up a rag to clean the mess on his hands. “Just a guy from school,” he said. “We’ve just started dating.”

“I want to meet him,” Burt said.

“Dad!” Kurt protested. “We’ve just started dating; can’t I see where it goes first?”

Burt sighed. “Fine,” he said. “But the moment you two start getting serious, I want an introduction or I’m coming over to Dalton.”

Kurt nodded. “Those are acceptable terms,” he said, mind automatically going to who he could ask to visit as his boyfriend who wouldn’t ask questions.

With any luck, if Kurt kept his happiness toned down, his dad would forget about the fact that he had a boyfriend.

“You have gossip.”

Kurt glanced at Mercedes and quirked an eyebrow. “How do you know that?”

“I’ve known you since we were eight, Kurt,” Mercedes started. “I know you and when you have something juicy to share, you get all twitchy and play with your hands.”

Kurt looked at his hands, which were, in fact, clasped in his lap and he was kind of wringing them. “Fine,” he said. “You got me. I have gossip.”

Mercedes grinned widely. “Spill.”

Kurt looked at his closed bedroom door and shifted on his bed, tucking his feet under his legs as he faced Mercedes. He held out his pinkie finger to her, reminiscent of their childhood days. “Promise you won’t tell a soul. Not even Finn. Actually, especially not Finn.”

“Deal,” Mercedes said, hooking their pinkies together and tugging once in a promise.

“I met someone,” Kurt started.

Mercedes let out a squeal and Kurt waved his hand at her to get her to be quiet. “Shh!” he said. “My dad might hear and he’ll start asking awkward questions again.”

“Wait – again?”

Kurt nodded. “He caught me singing Nat King Cole’s L-O-V-E earlier at the shop and made me tell him that I was seeing someone.”

“Oh, Kurt, I’m so happy for you,” Mercedes said, pulling him in for a hug. “So, who is he? I want details. Is he tall, does he sing? Is he hot? Tell me everything!”

Kurt grinned and told her as much as he could. He said that it was a ‘guy from school’; an excuse that he found alluded to the fact that it was a student but since Blaine technically was a guy from school, he wasn’t lying.

He mentioned that Blaine was shorter than he was by only a little bit but he didn’t really mind. He said how Blaine could sing better than almost anyone he knew and that their voices fit perfectly together.

He told Mercedes about Blaine’s passion for writing and that he had written so much already.

“He’s really inspiring,” Kurt finished.

“There’s something else you’re not telling me,” Mercedes said.

Kurt flushed. “We slept together last night.”

Mercedes’ eyes went wide. “You didn’t?”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah, we did,” he replied with a smile, remembering the way Blaine had been so gentle and so caring with him.

“How was it?”

“It was really nice,” Kurt said, giving Mercedes a shy grin. “He was so loving and perfect. I don’t think I could have asked for a better way to lose my virginity.”

The memory flashed in his mind, the way Blaine kissed him and held him afterwards had been the best part for Kurt. Being able to fall asleep in Blaine’s arms, feeling so loved and so cared for had left Kurt feeling like he was on cloud 9 all day long.

“Oh, Kurt,” Mercedes gushed. “I’m so happy for you.”

Kurt grinned and hugged her again. “Thank you,” he said. “I’m pretty happy for me too.”

Mercedes chuckled. “So, when do I get to meet him? I need to see if he’s good enough for my boo or not.”

“Maybe after Christmas,” Kurt said. “He’s… going away for the break, so we won’t be able to see each other at all.”

“Aw, damn, you first Christmas together too!”

Kurt shrugged. “It’s okay,” he lied. “I’m sure there will be other Christmases we can share.”

They changed topics to what Mercedes could get Finn for Christmas and Kurt said told her any type of Xbox game was what Finn would probably love forever. Kurt wondered what he should get Blaine for Christmas. He had been thinking on it for a while and hadn’t been able to find the perfect gift for him. He didn’t want to go the cheesy, traditional route and buy Blaine a book; he wanted to get him something unique. He wanted Blaine to always be able to look back on the gift and say ‘that was from our first Christmas together’.

Kurt was a little upset that they couldn’t even spend a couple of hours together on Christmas day without his dad wanting to meet Blaine. The best way to avoid all of that would be to say that Blaine was out of town so they couldn’t see him.

Long after Mercedes left, Kurt wondered what would be the perfect gift for Blaine. He jotted down a few ideas and decided to do some shopping before he headed back to Dalton the next day.

Sunday evening, Kurt was exhausted. He had left Lima in the middle of the afternoon so he could do some shopping in Columbus before heading back to Westerville. He stopped to visit Blaine, unable to keep the smile off his face as he greeted his boyfriend with a searing kiss.

They had spent most of the afternoon curled up on Blaine’s couch, basking in each other’s presence and their alone time before Kurt realised that it was getting late. He reluctantly left Blaine in the early evening and arrived back at Dalton by eight pm.

Kurt was thankful that the dorm was empty when he got back. He started to unpack his overnight bag, sorting his clothes and putting the dirty ones into his laundry hamper. He had just tucked away Blaine’s presents in a safe place when the door opened.

“Hey, Jeff,” Kurt greeted his friend happily. “How was your weekend?”

“Uh,” Jeff started, tone immediately alerting Kurt that something was wrong. “It was kind of stressful.”

Kurt put his moisturiser down and turned to look at Jeff. “Why was it stressful?”

Jeff looked completely flustered and it was something Kurt had never seen on him before. Jeff was always the cool, calm and collected guy. Even in the most stressful of situations, Jeff had a clear mind and thought about things rationally. From his expression, Kurt knew that it had to be something massive to rattle him.

“Jeff?” he pressed, crossing the room to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Jeff looked up at him and Kurt couldn’t comprehend his gaze. “Kurt, I’m going to ask you something and I need you to be completely honest with me.”

“Okay,” Kurt answered without hesitation.

“Are you and Mr Anderson dating?”

Kurt froze. He felt the colour drain from his face and he instantly felt sick. His mind replayed Jeff’s question a few times over before Kurt shook his head. He sat down heavily on his bed and put his face in his hands, trying to control his breathing.

“Why…? What…? H-how…?”

Kurt looked up and saw Jeff licking his lips. His discomfort was written all over his face and Kurt felt bad. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and nodded once. “Yes,” he said meekly.

“Oh, shit,” Jeff whispered, staring at him.

“Jeff, please don’t tell anyone!” Kurt exclaimed. “Please!”

“Kurt! How could you – ugh, I don’t even want to know!”

Jeff threw his hands up in the air, clearly exasperated and Kurt could only sit and watch him as he started to pace.

“Do you know how hard this weekend has been for me? I’ve been going crazy, wondering if I imagined it, or if I’d seen wrong but apparently I hadn’t.”

Kurt’s face crumpled and he looked away from his best friend. He couldn’t even bring himself to try and placate Jeff. A small part of him felt relief that someone else knew but Jeff was reacting exactly how anyone else would react and it killed Kurt.

“Shit, Kurt,” Jeff said after a few moments. “Do you know how stupid this is?”

Kurt nodded, willing himself not to cry.

“Is this why you’re never around anymore? Oh, god, it is, isn’t it? How could I have missed this?” Jeff rambled. “You’ve been acting different, secretive. You’ve come home looking like Nick and I do after one of our more playful afternoons and I completely missed it. I’m so stupid!”

“Jeff, please,” Kurt said, voice cracking as he spoke. “I… I didn’t want to lie to you.”

“Far out, Kurt,” Jeff turned on his heel, facing him. “This is a criminal offence. He’s our teacher!”

“I know!” Kurt blurted out. “I know he is, I’m not that stupid but I’m in love with him!”

Jeff let out a frustrated sigh. “How did this even happen?”

Kurt swallowed thickly, wondering if Jeff was being serious or not. From the look Jeff gave him, it was soon apparent that he was. “Um,” he muttered. “We were talking about books and he loaned me his copy of Little Women and we kissed.”

“How long has this been going on for?” Jeff asked, finally stopping in his erratic pacing.

“…A while,” Kurt whispered.

The room fell silent and after a moment, Kurt looked away. He could see how ashamed Jeff was of him – it was written clearly on his face. Kurt felt awful. He wanted to cry but he knew it would do him no good, especially when Jeff was so upset.

“Have you slept with him?”

Kurt stayed silent, not meeting Jeff’s gaze.

“Oh my god, you have.”

“Only just!” Kurt exclaimed, looking up at Jeff. “I lost my virginity to him on Friday night.”

The sound of a door closing echoed loudly in the room and both Kurt and Jeff whipped around to see who was there.

“You lost your virginity?” Nick asked, looking at Kurt as he stepped into the room. “Congratulations!”

As Nick stepped forwards to give Kurt what he presumed was going to be a congratulatory hug, Jeff’s arm whipped out and he pulled Nick back to his side.

“Kurt lost his virginity to Mr Anderson,” Jeff said bluntly.

Kurt felt tears spring to his eyes as he heard Jeff’s comment. He sat back down on the bed and buried his face in his hands.

“Whoa, what?” Nick asked. “Kurt, is that true?”

“Yes,” Kurt replied, wiping his eyes.

Silence followed Kurt’s answer and he reached for his tissues, balling two up to press at his eyes. The bed dipped beside him a moment later, startling him.

“Are you okay?” Nick asked softly.

Kurt looked over at Jeff who had an annoyed look on his face but was watching them carefully. “No,” he whispered.

Nick pulled him in for a tight hug and Kurt let out a broken sob. “Shh,” he said, rubbing Kurt’s back in small, soothing circles. “Shh, it’s okay.”

Kurt controlled his sobs as best as he could. He didn’t want anyone else coming in and asking why he was crying.

“What happened?”

Kurt pulled back and glanced between Nick and Jeff. “I… Jeff saw us…”

Nick glanced over at Jeff. “Want to tell me what happened?” he asked, keeping his arm around Kurt.

“Friday after class, Kurt stayed behind,” Jeff started. “I left my book under the desk by accident and I went back to get it when I saw Kurt and Mr Anderson kissing. Kurt came home a while ago and I asked him, he didn’t deny it.”

Kurt sniffed, wiping his nose with the tissue. “I didn’t… I’m sorry,” he said brokenly.

“It’s okay,” Nick said. “Honestly, it’s fine. Jeff and I aren’t going to tell anyone.”

“You’re not?” Kurt asked, surprised as he looked over at Jeff.

“Shit, Kurt,” Jeff said. “I’m not going to tell anyone.”

Kurt gave Jeff a hopeful glance. “Thank you.”

Nick rubbed his shoulder. “What else happened?”

Kurt glanced down at his hands. “We slept together on Friday night for the first time.”

“And are you sure you wanted it? He didn’t pressure you?”

“No! God, no,” Kurt exclaimed. “I’m so in love with him, Nicky,” he said. “He kept telling me he didn’t want us to be in a relationship but I’m the one who pushed it…”

“You pushed it?” Jeff asked from across the room.

Kurt nodded. “After we kissed, he said it couldn’t happen again. It was wrong and it was illegal so we couldn’t. But I went to see him again and we kissed. We’ve been together ever since. Just in secret.”

“I can’t get my head around this,” Jeff said. “It’s not… It’s not you, Kurt. Well, it kind of is. I guess I just never pictured you being with anyone like him but it all makes sense.”

“Kurt,” Nick started softly. “We’re here to support you, in whatever you choose but this is dangerous ground you’re treading on. You’re a legal adult and the police won’t hesitate to throw you in jail too if they see fit.”

“I know,” Kurt whispered. “I just… I can’t, Nicky, I love him.”

The room fell silent again and Kurt looked between Nick and Jeff who seemed to be having a conversation with only their eyes.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Nick said. “We think it’s best that you and Blaine keep it completely off school grounds.”

“Don’t be reckless, it could have been someone else that caught you, not me,” Jeff added.

Nick nodded. “I get that you have really deep feelings for Mr Anderson but the end of the school year is only six months away – if you can stop seeing him in that time, it probably would be for the best. However, I know what it’s like to be in love and heaven help anyone who try and take Jeff away from me.”

Kurt looked up, catching the small smile that crossed Jeff’s face.

“Look, we love you, Kurt,” Jeff said. “And we’re here for you but this is just a lot to process.”

“I know,” Kurt replied, voice thick from crying.

“I just don’t know how I’m going to go into class tomorrow and look at him, knowing that he took my best friend’s virginity,” Jeff said, crinkling his nose.

“Like I didn’t hear every single detail when you and Nick slept together for the first time.”

Jeff grinned. “True.”

“Just promise us one thing,” Nick said, tone serious. “If he hurts you, or if he forces you at all – break it off. Come and tell us and we’ll take it to the police.”

“It won’t come to that,” Kurt replied immediately.

“Just promise,” Nick repeated.

“I promise,” Kurt replied without hesitation.

Nick leant forwards and kissed Kurt’s temple. “We’ll keep your secret, Kurt.”

“Scout’s honour,” Jeff said, holding up his hand.

Kurt gave them a watery smile. “Thanks. Ugh, I’m a mess, I’m going to shower.”

Kurt stood and was surprised when Jeff’s arms wrapped around him in a tight hug.

“I love you, Kurt,” he started. “So much.”

“I love you too.”

“Mr Hummel, I’d like to see you after class, please.”

Kurt looked up and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The bell sounded, signalling the end of class and while everyone else bustled around him, Kurt stayed seated, packing up his belongings. He closed his bag over and stood, heading to the front of the classroom where Blaine was wiping down the board.

“Hi,” Blaine said, reaching over to take Kurt’s hand.

Kurt flinched and pulled back, immediately looking around.

“Is something wrong?” Blaine asked, voice laced with concern.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” Kurt said, clasping his hands in front of him. “You’re probably not going to like it.”

“Kurt, what’s wrong?”

Kurt shifted from one foot to the other, nerves tingling in his stomach.

After Sunday night, Kurt had thought long and hard about telling Blaine that Nick and Jeff knew. There were really only two ways it could go: Blaine would flip out and break things off, or he might be okay with it. Kurt knew that the former was most likely to happen.

He hated feeling so guilty. He loved Blaine more than he had ever loved another person before but he had the right to know that their secret was now kept by two other people.

Kurt trusted Nick and Jeff with his life. If there were two people who would, without a doubt, keep this a secret, it was them. They were like brothers to Kurt. They were a tight-knit unit and Kurt valued their friendship and their loyalty.

It felt better, having people know. Kurt had felt so alone for so long, that meeting Blaine, despite the fact that their relationship was unconventional, was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He hated keeping his relationship a secret, especially when it made him so happy. Kurt felt good that he could finally talk to someone about it and not have to watch what he said, or how much he said in case someone figured it out.

After his initial freak out, Jeff had been okay with him. The tension had pretty much dissipated once Kurt had finished showering and he spent the remainder of the evening, curled on Jeff’s bed, telling him about how amazing Blaine was.

Kurt felt his heart soar when Jeff had said that he looked happier than he had in a long time. The best part was that Kurt felt happier.

“Uh, on Friday,” Kurt started, swallowing thickly. “Jeff saw us.”

Blaine’s face paled. “W-what do you mean?”

“Jeff saw you and I kissing in here,” Kurt elaborated. “He came back to get his book and he saw that kiss we shared.”

“And?”

Kurt looked at Blaine’s face, which was uncharacteristically blank. “I didn’t deny it.”

Tension filled the room as Kurt kept his gaze on Blaine. He watched his boyfriend, trying to decipher what he could possibly be thinking.

“Blaine?”

“I knew this wasn’t going to last,” Blaine said, avoiding Kurt’s gaze.

Kurt blinked. “Pardon?”

“Kurt, a student knows! This isn’t good,” Blaine exclaimed. “We were foolish to think that we could get away with this in the first place!”

“Blaine, Nick and Jeff aren’t going to say anything!” Kurt replied, stepping closer.

“Nick and Jeff?” Blaine repeated. “Kurt! I can’t believe you told two people!”

“I can’t exactly keep it a secret from one when the other has already found out.”

“Why the hell not?” Blaine snapped, face contorted in an ugly frown. “If one of your friends thinks I’ve pissed them off, who is to say that they won’t report me? Huh? Did you think about that?”

“Blaine, they’re not like that!”

“Kurt, I think you should leave.”

“Blaine, please,” Kurt said desperately. “Please. It’s fine, they’re not going to say anything, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Blaine said coldly. “Please shut the door when you leave.”

Kurt stared at Blaine, feeling like his entire world was crumbling from around him. He bit back a sob and he fled the room, heart pounding in his chest and the world swimming before his eyes.