Big huge thanks to lilyvandersteen who beta-ed these one-shots for me. She is a lovely person and you should check out her Tumblr and her fic!

Blaine was home before Kurt, so he thought he'd start dinner for the two of them. Kurt was working extra hours at the theater and had a part in an off-Broadway production, so he was busier than ever now that he'd graduated from NYADA. Kurt loved every minute of it, being part of both the backstage of a production and shining in the limelight.

Blaine loved to see him come home with a skip in his step and a deep, happy, exhausted sigh. It meant that between Kurt's jobs and Blaine attending NYU, they didn't have as much time home together as they were used to, so since they were both miraculously free this evening, Blaine would take advantage of it and make dinner.

He was interrupted by his phone ringing and was quick to answer. He'd found since he'd woken up from his coma that it was important to always answer his phone if he could and not to let it go to voicemail. His friends and family hadn't stopped worrying about him yet, so Blaine consistently answering with a cheerful 'hello' was something they seemed to need.

Blaine cupped his phone between his ear and shoulder and answered with a smile as he continued to chop some zucchini for the evening's meal.

"Monsieur Anderson," a heavily accented voice answered. "It's Dr. Lemaire."

It had been a couple months since Blaine had heard from the doctor. He'd seen him a lot after first waking up; Dr. Lemaire had wanted to do all kinds of test to discover what caused Blaine's connection to the B-line android. Eventually though, Dr. Lemaire had found no conclusive answers and Blaine's visits to his lab at Smythe Industries lessened. He wondered now if the doctor had one more test he wanted to run.

"Dr. Lemaire. How are you?"

"Fine, fine," the doctor answered quickly. "I'm actually… I need to talk to Monsieur Hummel, but I can't get in touch with him."

"Oh, he should be on his way home, but his phone may still be off from being at the theater."

Blaine finished with the zucchini and went to look to see if they had any fresh garlic or if he was going to have to use the powdered kind.

"Actually, it is good I reached you instead, I think," Dr. Lemaire continued. "You see… It's about the droid."

Blaine closed the fridge and stood up straight. He wasn't surprised the doctor was calling about the droid, but there was something in his tone that made Blaine feel like he needed to pay attention. "Okay…"

"It's just that Smythe Industries has decided to end testing on it, as I wasn't getting anywhere anyway, and now we need the owner to decide what to do with it."

Blaine's shoulders started getting tight, his nerves tensing. "Right… Well, what does Sebastian want to do with it?"

"It doesn't legally belong to the Smythes."

"It belongs to my family?" Blaine asked, holding on to his phone and leaning back against the kitchen counter.

"No, actually, it belongs to the Hummels. They found it and took all the proper legal steps to make sure it was theirs. They have the paperwork. I spoke to Monsieur Hummel Senior and he said it was Kurt I should ask."

"I… Oh," Blaine answered, and looked up as he heard the front door open.

"Oh my god, Blaine," Kurt's cheerful voice rang out. "You won't believe the day I've had."

Kurt came around the corner into the kitchen and smiled when he saw Blaine, and then mouthed "Sorry" when he noticed Blaine was on the phone.

"I… Um… Kurt is here," Blaine said to Dr. Lemaire. "Would you like to speak with him?"

Kurt tilted his head in question, and then his expression grew concerned. Blaine held his phone out to him. Kurt took it, covering the mouth piece. "You okay, B?" he asked. "You look like you don't feel well." He lifted a hand and pressed it against Blaine's cheek and then his forehead.

"I'm fine. It's Dr. Lemaire on the phone. He needs to ask you something."

"Me?"

Blaine just nodded and then turned back to the vegetables, while Kurt answered the phone.

Blaine only half listened to Kurt's side of the conversation, and Kurt walked out of the room for a moment, so Blaine had no idea what Kurt thought of the news. Blaine wasn't sure how he felt about this turn of events either, but his stomach felt heavy and he had to roll his shoulders to loosen the muscles there.

It wasn't long before Kurt came back to the kitchen. Blaine was sautéing onions and spinach to stuff chicken filets with. He didn't turn around.

"So…" Kurt said, and Blaine made a non-committal hum to show he was listening.

"They need to know what to do with the B-line droid."

"So I heard."

"I told him we could swing by tomorrow and… I don't know… decide?"

"Right." Blaine nodded and sliced the chicken in half to make room for the spinach mixture.

"That smells amazing, B," Kurt said, walking up to stand by his side.

"I thought I'd make us dinner, since we were both in this evening." Blaine placed the chicken on the grill and checked on the zucchini he was cooking.

Kurt leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "What do you think we should do with the droid?"

Blaine finally looked back up at Kurt, whose eyes were staring straight at him, vivid blue, searching his face for answers.

Blaine sighed and shrugged. "It's yours. You get to decide."

Kurt chuckled a little. "I think it belongs to you more than anyone else, Blaine."

"Well…" Blaine thought for a moment. He'd seen the droid a few times since he woke up, and it was a weird feeling, to say the least. It looked so much like him that it was unreal, and to think that his consciousness had somehow been inside that machine? It was extremely overwhelming. He was grateful for the use of the B-line droid. It had saved his life and allowed him to meet Kurt… but now… now it was a weird reminder of a life that was behind him.

Blaine looked away from Kurt's earnest face. "I don't know… I mean, no one needs it anymore… none of the scientists on the project can even figure out what made it work, what made it connect with me in the first place… And it's not like I want anyone to give it a personality or memory drive. Then there would be an android walking around looking like me…"

"No, I definitely don't think we should do that," Kurt agreed.

"I guess we can just let them… get rid of it."

Kurt let out a small gasp and Blaine looked up at him. His face looked pained for a moment, but he quickly schooled his expression.

"If that's what you want," Kurt said and smiled, but it seemed a little forced.

Blaine's stomach turned and he didn't feel that hungry anymore.

"We'll go by tomorrow and let them know," Kurt said and then took the tongs out of Blaine's hand and flipped the chicken on the grill, bumping Blaine's hip with his own and taking over making dinner as was his habit. Years of cooking for his dad, Blaine assumed.

They didn't talk about the B-line droid for the rest of the evening, Blaine filling Kurt in on his classes and Kurt talking about work. They ended up cuddled together on the couch watching reruns of "Uncovering Aliens", Kurt lying on top of Blaine with his head on his heart and Blaine able to lean his face down to place a soft kiss to Kurt's hair. It was Kurt's favorite position for cuddling. He'd confessed to Blaine once that he liked to listen to his heartbeat. Blaine smiled and let his body loosen and sink into the couch, pushing thoughts of the B-line droid from his mind.

Kurt met him outside of NYU the next day after Blaine's classes. "Hey Blaine!" Kurt called to get his attention, and he stood waiting for Blaine with two cups of coffee in his hand. Kurt handed one to Blaine as he approached.

Blaine lifted it to his nose and smelled it, closing his eyes and sighing before taking a sip. "Mmmm, perfect," he hummed.

Kurt laughed and reached for Blaine's hand, hanging onto it and confidently swinging it between them. They were heading to Smythe Industries to fill out the needed paperwork so that the B-line droid could be destroyed. Blaine hadn't seen much of Kurt so far that day, having gotten up early for classes, so he wasn't sure how Kurt was feeling about everything. He seemed fine right now, though.

They took the subway to Smythe Industries, where the B-line droid had been ever since Blaine woke up. Kurt chatted the whole way, and Blaine started to wonder if he'd imagined Kurt's adverse reaction the evening before.

They checked in at the front desk, and Blaine was surprised to see Sebastian come down to meet them instead of Dr. Lemaire.

"Blaine!" he called warmly, giving him a hug and then turning to greet Kurt with a smile and a handshake. To Blaine's dismay and sometimes amusement, Kurt and Sebastian still didn't get along. They were always painfully courteous to each other for Blaine's sake, however, and though Blaine felt bad about it, it could be a little funny to watch.

"Good to see you, Kurt," Sebastian said stiffly.

"Likewise." Kurt smiled, but he looked a little like a cat stalking a mouse.

"Right!" Blaine interrupted and took Kurt's hand again, rubbing his thumb across it to remind Kurt that he was here and he was Kurt's, and there really was nothing to worry about with Seb. "So where are these papers we need to sign?"

"Actually," Kurt spoke up in a quiet voice and then cleared his throat. "Could I see him… It. Could I see it first?" He didn't look at Blaine.

"The droid?" Sebastian asked incredulously.

Kurt nodded, and Blaine stared at him in surprised silence as Sebastian agreed and they followed him to an elevator that took them to the underground lab.

Sebastian brought them to a back room where the droid was being kept and said he'd wait for them as they both entered the room. Blaine stayed by the door as it shut behind him. He wasn't sure he wanted to see the B-line droid again… It was unsettling. He was still holding hands with Kurt until Kurt walked forward, dropping his hand and approaching the table where the droid was laid out, wearing gray pants and a white T-shirt and looking like an uncanny picture of Blaine sleeping.

Blaine watched as Kurt stood quietly by the table, looking down at the machine. He held his breath as Kurt reached out and took its hand, lifting it in his own and subconsciously rubbing a thumb over it. Blaine's stomach twisted tight and his heart seemed to miss a beat. He let out a little whimper without even thinking about it.

Kurt immediately turned his head back to look at Blaine, and he must not have liked what he saw, since his eyes grew round and in a flash he'd dropped the heavy hand of the droid - it clanged against the table - and was rushing back to Blaine's side.

"B," Kurt said, cupping his face with a hand. "What's wrong? You look like you're going to be sick." Blaine swallowed and took a deep breath as Kurt leaned in, bringing their foreheads together. "B?" Kurt whispered.

"You still have feelings for it," Blaine answered, his voice a little scratchy.

"What?" Kurt moved his head back an inch to look him in the face. "No." He shook his head. "The droid? How could I?"

"It seems like you do," Blaine answered feebly.

"No." Kurt repeated. "I fell in love with you when you were using that droid. I don't have feelings for it, I have feelings for you." Kurt smiled. "I'm in love with you B, don't you know?"

"But the way you were looking at it and… and holding its hand. You don't want to have it destroyed… I…" Blaine couldn't finish the thought. How was he meant to compete for Kurt's affections in a situation like this?

"Blaine," Kurt said seriously, moving so his arms were looped around Blaine's shoulders. "I'm not in love with a piece of metal that looks like you."

"Then what… What's going on here?"

"It's just…" Kurt sighed and bumped heads with him. "I fell in love with you when you were using that droid. Those were the first hands of yours that I held and the first… lips I kissed."

Blaine sucked in a breath.

"And I don't want any of that back," Kurt added quickly. "I swear I want you just as you are, safe and healthy and human. It's just… I know that machine isn't you. It isn't. But it saved you. You know? It brought you to me. And it makes me a little sad to think of destroying it."

Blaine licked his lips and nodded, the storm brewing in his chest dying down. "Then we won't destroy it." That was an easy concession to make if it made Kurt happier.

"But, B… It bothers you."

Blaine shrugged, Kurt's assurances sinking into him. "Only because, for a silly moment, I let myself think you missed me that way."

"I don't," Kurt said firmly.

"Then we don't destroy it… Maybe we could… I don't know…" Blaine thought for a moment. "We could send it back to Lima."

Kurt was still holding him close, but looked at him with scrunched-up brows. "Lima?"

"I know Sebastian doesn't want it here. And my parents don't really want it at Anderson Corporation either - it's just a reminder to them of how close they came to… to…"

"To losing you," Kurt finished for him, and held him a little tighter.

"What if Burt kept it at his shop? I know he wanted to tinker with it a little; he could use it to learn more about high-class droids. It would be out of the way there, and it would be useful. Plus, we wouldn't have to worry about Burt ever wanting to add memory or personality drives… because that would really freak me out." Blaine smiled. "And you wouldn't have to have it destroyed."

Kurt smiled. "We don't have to do that."

"You love me, not droid me. I know that. I just let my imagination run wild for a moment. I want to do this for you," Blaine said, leaning forward and capturing Kurt's lips with his own. Kurt sighed into the kiss, warm and pliant against him.

When they broke apart, Kurt's cheeks were flushed and his blue eyes dancing. "Have I mentioned how crazily, whole-heartedly, unwaveringly in love with you I am, Blaine Anderson?"

"It may have come up from time to time," Blaine smiled, feeling better than he had since receiving Dr. Lemaire's call yesterday.

Kurt pecked his lips again. "Thank you for this." And then took a step back, grabbing Blaine's hand. "You don't want to go have a look at it?" Kurt asked, nodding his head towards the droid.

"Listen, Kurt, I get that it has emotional value for you…"

"It's like a keepsake," Kurt supplied. "From when we first met."

"That may be, but it still kind of gives me the creeps."

Kurt laughed. "Okay. We'll go tell Sebastian the change of plans, then. And guess what?"

"What?" Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's hand.

"I have the rest of the afternoon off, and I can think of some things I'd like to do to show you how much I really, really love you in your human skin." Kurt bit his lip and gave him a pointed look through hooded eyes.

"Oh." Blaine could feel his cheeks heating up. "Yeah… That sounds…" He cleared his throat. Just the way Kurt was looking at him was enough to make him feel warm all over. "That sounds really nice."

They headed towards the door, but Kurt stopped him before Blaine could push it open, bringing their clasped hands up to his lips and kissing Blaine's.

"Love you, B."

Blaine smiled and his stomach flipped over pleasantly. "I love you too."