A/N: YOU. ALL OF YOU. Over twenty reviews for the last chapter. That's more than I expected for the entire story. So uhm...I love you all. *Cyber gifts*

Kurt felt something soft pounding his forehead. He was reminded of Karofsky, should he ever duct tape a pillow to his fist.

"Stop." He grumbled, rolling over.

"No! No alone!" The thing cried, beginning to bawl loudly. Kurt's eyes shot open, and he awoke with a start. His eyes scanned the room he was sprawled in the middle of. Blaine was sleeping soundly next to him, and there was a small crack of sunlight creeping through soft, pink curtains. Were those rattles in the far corner? Yes, they were right next to a large teddy bear.

Then it hit him. He had fallen sleep with Blaine and Sophie after coming over to meet his family. It hadn't been too late, only seven thirty...But judging by the way the sun was already risen, he assumed that he had spent the night unintentionally. Kurt sat up quickly, noticing that Sophie had been trying to rouse him with one of her teddy bears. She was crying loudly, her face scrunched up and red.

"Shh, baby." Kurt said, frowning. He didn't want her to wake everybody up, wondering if it was very early in the morning. He scooped her up into his arms, and rubbed her shaking body. "What's wrong, do you need anything?"

"Dark." She whimpered, sniffling loudly. Kurt smiled, relieved. He thought she was sick or something along those lines. This he could easily fix.

"I'll turn on the light, okay?" He murmured, standing up. She immediately buried her face into the crook of his neck. Kurt looked around for the switch, and found it quickly.

Flick.

The lights came on and Sophie automatically relaxed. "Better?" Kurt asked, while eyeing Blaine warily. The lack of darkness didn't seem to wake him at all.

"Yes..." She mumbled, pulling at Kurt's hair again. He laughed, and patted her back before setting her flailing body down onto the carpet again. She automatically shuffled her way towards Blaine and pulled at his curly hair with her small fists. Kurt grinned and sat down next to her.

"Blaine!" She whined, looking as though she were going to cry again. Kurt patted her head soothingly, and flicked his boyfriend on the nose.

"Wake up!" He yelled, just loud enough to rouse the sleeping boy. (Though his voice was slightly controlled, to prevent annoying the other, possibly sleeping people, down the hallway.)

Blaine twitched, beginning to stir. "Oh my God, what time is it?" He moaned, rubbing his eyes. Sophie let out a happy shriek, and clapped her little hands.

"Ten in the morning, apparently." Kurt said, eyeing the small, princess clock plastered to the wall. "We fell asleep."

"I got that." Blaine smirked, propping himself up groggily. Sophie automatically crawled up onto his lap, and played with his ears.

"Mommy." She demanded, pouting. Blaine kissed her nose and sighed.

"Only because I love you." He got up lazily, and smiled at Kurt, cocking his head towards the door. The soprano took the hint and stood up as well, eager to fix his hair in a bathroom.

"You never told me you were such a bedhead." Blaine teased, opening the door with one hand, the other cradling Sophie. Kurt blushed, feeling slightly self-conscious.

"Yeah-well...Your curls-" He stammered, stopping when Blaine began to laugh. They were walking down the hallway now, towards the room furthest down.

"I'm just joking." He giggled, smiling when Kurt flicked him again, this time in mock anger. They reached the door that must have led to his mothers room.

"Mama!" Sophie shrieked, lurching out of Blaine's arms to hammer on the door. Blaine pulled her back, trying to get her to be quiet.

"No sweetie, Prudence might be sleeping." He murmured softly. "We have to be quiet." She turned to look at Kurt, hoping to find somebody that approved of her screaming. He nodded solemnly at her, agreeing with Blaine.

"Mama." She pouted. Blaine readjusted his hold on her, and knocked on the door.

"Coming!" Said a sweet voice from inside. There was a faint rustle of movement, and clang of items before the door swished open. Clair was looking shockingly radiant in a thick pair of pink pajamas, and velcro rollers stuck in her hair. How she managed to still look pretty, Kurt had no idea.

"Morning boys!" She smiled. "I was going to wake you, Kurt, but you looked so exhausted." He gave her a warm smile.

"No its fine, Mrs. Stewart. Thanks." He said. The ten hours of sleep had done him good.

"It's Clair, dear." She assured him, wanting Kurt to feel at home there.

"Mama." Sophie said again, sounding frustrated now. Clair automatically reached out to take the struggling baby from her sons grasp and kissed her on the forehead. Sophie suddenly calmed down, much to Kurt's amazement. It must be a mom thing.

"Oh, and Blaine?" Clair said, running her hands through her daughters short hair.

"Mhm?" He perked up, having previously been preoccupied with other thoughts.

"Joy's coming over with the family in a bit, so look decent." Blaine's jaw dropped and he ran an anxious hand through his already tangled curls.

"Mom do I have to stay?" He whined. She shot him a glare.

"Yes, you do!" Her voice was firm, but still not unkind.

"But Wes and Prudence-Not when Kurt's here!" He pleaded. Kurt watched this exchange with wide eyes.

"What's the problem?" He asked. Clair turned to face him, Sophie now attached to her neck. She was playing with her mothers necklace.

"They enjoy 'pranking' Blaine, but it's all in good fun." She smiled, though the faint, wary look in her eyes made him suspicious of her honesty.

"Oh." He said softly, blanching. Blaine gave him a look of consolation.

"See, Kurt understands the dangers of-"

"Enough, Blaine. I'll be sure to tell Joy to tell Wes to tone it down." She turned around and strode back into her room. 'Be a dear and shut the door, will you?" Blaine grumbled something in response and closed the door with a little more force than necessary. After all, it wasn't as if Wes' family came over ever weekend anyway. There was no need to treat them as royalty.

"How bad is it?" Kurt asked, biting his lip. Blaine leaned against the wall, looking thoughtful, as if contemplating how to survive the day.

"Wes and Prudence are enough on their own, together...It's an unstoppable force of evil." He let out a long breath, and straightened himself up to wrap an arm around Kurt's waist.

"I guess we could try and barricade ourselves into my room, and watch a movie or something?" He suggested.

"Sounds fine to me." Kurt said, leaning into Blaine's shoulder. "Could I shower?"

"Come on, you can use my bathroom." He said, leading them back towards the other side of the hallway. Kurt was proud to say he remembered where his boyfriends room was now. "I'd let you use the family one, but Prudence is notorious for forgetting how to knock."

"Oh God." Kurt said, giggling. He could only imagine the awkward moments that had occurred in this household. Blaine chuckled along with him, and walked quickly past the collage of family pictures. They stopped at the third door down, and stepped inside.

"I've been trying to convince my dad to get a lock for the bathroom." Blaine grumbled, closing the door once they were both in the room. "You'll need clothes, I'm guessing?"

"Yes, please." Kurt said, playing awkwardly with the top button of his dress shirt. He didn't want to admit how mortified he was at the prospect of wrinkled clothes.

"Here, I have sweats and a shirt that would fit you..." Blaine said, striding over towards his large dresser, near the door. He opened up the first drawer, and was soon throwing articles of clothing onto his bed for Kurt to take. He stepped forward, blushing as he did.

"Sweat pants?" Kurt croaked, eying the navy blue pair Blaine had just launched onto the bed. Next to them were a pair of white socks, and a gray, Warblers t-shirt.

"I won't judge you." Blaine sniggered, rarely seeing Kurt out of his regular skinny jeans and Dalton slacks. He finally found a pair of boxers that weren't covered with tacky pictures of elves, or Disney characters, and threw them directly at his boyfriends head.

"Ouch! Oh-" Kurt grabbed the plain gray, cotton boxers and blushed. "Erm..."

"You can't honestly tell me you're gonna stay in your own boxers two days in a row. Not you, Kurt Hummel, patron saint of hygiene..."

"Okay, fine!" He huffed, putting his embarrassment aside. But still, they were Blaine's boxers. Kurt shot the curly haired boy a raised eyebrow, silently asking where the bathroom was.

"Right there. Clean towels and all." He smiled, plopping himself down onto his bed. Kurt mumbled a "thank you" and sped into the bathroom before his blush could become more prominent. Blaine stifled a laugh at his shyness. He had gotten over this aspect of relationships when he was dating Zach. But that was not a time he liked to remember much. He always ended up ignoring the positive aspects, and dwelled on the unfortunate end.

Meanwhile, Kurt was stripping his clothes in the cool, blue bathroom. The walls were gorgeous and navy, while everything else was a pearly white. True to Blaine's word, there were clean towels folded on the countertop, next to the look into the mirror, and Kurt nearly ripped off the last article of clothing on him, his boxers, in his haste to clean up. How had he even faced Blaine this morning, with his hair looking like it did now?

"Embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing..." He muttered to himself, pulling the shower curtain aside once his clothes were neatly folded on the toilet seat. Thankfully, the tub was clean.

"Till we find our place, on the path unwinding..." A soft voice sang from the opposite side of the bathroom door. Kurt smiled widely to himself; Blaine was singing "The Lion King." Unfortunately, when he turned the water on, the deafening roar of droplets hitting the curtain drowned him out.

"It's the circle," He whispered in a sing-song voice, "the circle of life." If he couldn't listen to Blaine, at least he could finish his favourite Elton John tune. The icy water gradually warmed up, and his tense muscles relaxed. Minutes later, the room was filled with the scent of coconut shampoo, that smelled so much like Blaine. Kurt made a mental note to look up the brand next time he went shopping, and buy his own bottle. He lathered up his body with one of the four body washes available, and even took an extra five minutes to enjoy the way the scalding water relaxed his achy skin. Only vaguely did Kurt notice that this was one of the first times in over a year he was completely bruise-free.

"Splish splash, I was taking a bath...long about a Saturday night." He sang loudly, booming out his favourite Mina Mazzini cover. There was a howl of laughter from Blaine's room, softened by the walls.

"It's a good song!" Kurt defended, turning the water off reluctantly. He stopped singing nonetheless. Blaine's entire family didn't need to receive one of his daily, twenty minute performances, usually coming from the shower. His wet feet shivered when they made contact with the cool floor, and he automatically grabbed the nearest towel he could. It was warm and fuzzy, which his goose-bumped skin was thankful for.

"I'll just be another minute." He called, knowing he had taken his sweet time washing his hair. There was still his face to take care of...

"Take however long you need." Blaine replied, sounding genuine. Whenever Burt said this, deep down, he wanted Kurt to hurry the hell up so that they could leave.

"Thanks." Kurt dried his body quickly, and was shocked at how loose the sweatpants felt when he pulled them on. The Warblers shirt was also very thin, and open. Without the restriction of thick jackets, layers, and tight shirts, he felt naked.

He shot an apprehensive look back at the door, feeling guilty for leaving Blaine out there, alone for so long. "You can come in if you want, I'm dressed." There was a loud thump, caused by an eager Blaine jumping hastily off of his bed. The door flew open in a matter of seconds, and Kurt saw the reflection of his boyfriend behind him from the mirror. He had changed into a button up shirt with fairly loose jeans. There was a great, satisfied smile on his face.

"Sweats." He said, grinning widely. "Wear them more often." He strode forward to wrap his arms around the soprano's waist from behind. "Please."

Kurt giggled nervously, blushing. "I'm sorry, I'll see what I can do." Blaine leaned his forehead into Kurt's shoulder, and shook with silent laughter.

"You grew." He accused. Kurt frowned, doubting it, but stopped when he noticed the new height difference between himself and his boyfriend.

"Oh my God, I need to text Mercedes!" He gushed, but Blaine tightened his hold on him, waddling them towards the sink.

"No, you need to clean your face." His brown eyes twinkled as he stared at Kurt's amused expression.

"You know me so well." He turned towards the sink, but froze when he realized that all of his products were at Dalton. Blaine licked his lips, having been waiting for Kurt to notice this and cleared his throat.

"I have soap..." Kurt groaned, but grabbed the green bar despite himself.

"I'm going to get acne!" He whined, turning the tap on the wet his hands.

"Because you didn't spend hours on your face for a day?" He snorted. "I think you'll survive." They stood there in silence then, as the pale boy rubbed almost obsessively over his flawless skin. Once he was sure he was clean enough, and the soap was washed away, Kurt turned off the sink.

"Towel?" He asked, water dripping from his face. Blaine smiled and turned his boyfriend around to face him instead. His lips pressed against Kurt's wet temple softly, with only the slightest pressure, and he pulled away.

"Right here." He grabbed a small face towel from a rack behind him, and dangled it out of Kurt's reach when he tried to get it. "May I?" He asked, raising one of his thick eyebrows. Kurt bit his smiling lip, and nodded.

Blaine swooped the material over the boys cheeks softly, adding pressure to his delicate skin, smoothing away the wetness. A blush crept up on both of their faces as Kurt's face grew dryer, and the towel more wet. Blaine's breath blew over him, shockingly sweet considering he had not yet brushed his teeth.

The towel was tossed aside, and Kurt leaned in to kiss him gently on the nose. Blaine giggled, and leaned their foreheads together, arms wrapped over the pale boy's shoulders.

"Blaine?" Kurt murmured, hands resting low on Blaine's hips.

"What is it?" He asked, noticing the hesitation in the opposite boys eyes.

"Uh, I was wondering-" His blue eyes shone with anticipation, and looked as though they wanted to say many things...Of course, it was then that a voice from outside the bathroom interrupted him.

"Boys!" Clair almost sang, sounding happy. Kurt's mouth automatically shut, and his face fell. "Joy's here! Be downstairs soon."

"Fine." Blaine groaned, frowning. He waited until her footsteps faded away, out of his room and down the hallway before speaking.

"Sorry...What were you saying?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow. But Kurt seemed to have lost his nerve, and was shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"Nevermind." He blushed. Blaine snorted.

"Come on, please?" He pleaded, pulling out his signature pout. Kurt bit his lip, and shook his head stubbornly.

"Later, I guess. Now isn't the time." He said, stepping back to break their touching. Blaine groaned, feeling teased.

"But you will tell me later." He insisted, crossing his arms. His boyfriend cracked a smile.

"I promise." He spoke with a tone that was similar to one you would use with a small child. Their hands, but nothing more, found a way back to each other, and they left the room. It was warm, and humid in there from the shower, and neither of them enjoyed feeling stuffy. The clean air from Blaine's room whipped into their grateful faces.

Kurt sighed, inhaling the scent of the other boy's room gratefully. He was only vaguely aware that most of this was emitting from him; Blaine shampoo wafting into his nostrils. They locked eyes with each other and smiled.

There was suddenly a loud, sharp scream from downstairs. They flinched at this, jumping slightly.

"What was-?" Kurt tried to ask, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. Blaine's tense face relaxed when he heard more familiar voices coming from downstairs.

"I'm assuming Wes' family is here." He replied, smirking. "That would be Prudence yelling." Kurt laughed, shutting the bathroom door, and walking forward, towards Blaine's bed.

"I take it they're close." He tightened his lips, not wanting to think about how annoying this pairing could be.

"Very." Blaine confirmed, smirking. He saw where Kurt was trying to go, and immediately wrapped his arms around the boys waist again.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, squirming. The last thing he needed was one of the Stewarts walking in on this. But Blaine just tightened his hold, and inched them towards the bed, before crashing down onto it in a heap.

Kurt's small shriek was muffled by the soft comforter. "Blaine!" He whined, damp hair dripping onto the pillow. His boyfriend giggled, hugging him close.

"I was just speeding up your casual stroll to my bed." He assured him, shifting into the mattress to stay comfortable. Kurt sighed, and tried to relax.

"Thank you, I suppose." He muttered, nestling closer to the curly haired boy. They held each other there for a few seconds, comfortably embracing. Kurt had his legs tucked up by Blaine's waist, who's own were stretched out in a neat line across the blue sheets.

"Do we have to go downstairs?" Kurt asked, eyelashes fluttering. They tickled Blaine's neck, who's chin was resting on his head.

"Not until my mom comes up here and forces us...Which could be a while." He admitted, trying not to shudder. Kurt's hands, which were folded gently onto his chest, were playing with the buttons on his dress shirt.

"Let's not move." The porcelain boy agreed. The strong arms around his waist tightened.

"Mmm." Blaine almost hummed in agreement. As they delved deeper into the comfortable silence, Kurt let his eyes wander around the room. At first he had only noticed the Disney memorabilia, guitars, and frames. This time, he looked closer at the pictures themselves...

There seemed to be a wall dedicated to his obsessions, and another to his family. The frames on the wall opposite of them held pictures of friends, and the last displayed a collection of guitar posters.

"Are you asleep?" Blaine whispered, for the small boy had gone very quiet and still in the past few minutes. Kurt took a deep breath, assuring him that he was not.

"Who is that?" He asked, breaking Blaine's hold on him and sitting up.

"Who?" Blaine asked, frowning at the hundreds of pictures around the room. They were both upright now. Much to Blaine's surprise, Kurt looked almost unhappy. The boys were sitting next to each other, cross legged, and shoulders touching.

"That boy, third row..." He pointed, then continued to play with his fingers. Blaine followed his gaze to a picture of his fifteen year old self, hugging another.

"My first boyfriend." Blaine admitted, eyeing Kurt warily when he ducked his head down.

"What happened?" He asked, before feeling Blaine shrug.

"Nothing, really. We dated when I went to Dalton, and broke up a few months later." He said. There was no dramatic, "The Notebook"-esque story for him. Just a boyfriend, who he lost feelings for eventually.

"Huh." Kurt sounded nonchalant, but it seemed fake. "So am I your second boyfriend?"

"Yes you are." Blaine smiled. "I dated Zach because he was the first out person I've ever met. Eventually I realized that I needed to set some standards..."

Kurt laughed out loud at this. Clearly, Zach was not memorable. Also...Blaine had chosen him, rather than prancing towards any relationship opportunity he could. "That's good then." He concluded.

"You look jealous." Blaine teased, sliding off the bed reluctantly. His mother was bound to come back here any minute, criticizing his rudeness by not greeting their guests. He never understood this; they were as good as family.

"I am not." Kurt sniffed, crossing his arms. Blaine snorted, and grabbed his arm.

"Come on we should go." He insisted, tightening his grip to pull the flailing Kurt off of his blue, bed sheets.

"I want to stay with you!" He whined, in mock annoyance. His small figure was no match for Blaine though, and he was soon falling off of the bed and into his awaiting arms.

"I'm so sorry, we can try to sneak out?" He suggested, releasing Kurt, but keeping both hands on his shoulders to steady him.

"Oh I don't mind at all." Kurt smiled in assurance. "But Wes...and Prudence..."

"I know." Blaine let out a long whistle, hazel eyes widening in alarm. Ample embarrassing opportunities presented themselves downstairs...He looked up to stare at Kurt, and noticed that those blue eyes were scrutinizing him once again, with intense concentration this time. He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Kurt?" His tone was questioning.

"Who did you and Sophie get your eyes from?" He asked, looking genuinely curious. Blaine tried to hold back a flinch, and just barely succeeded.

"My nanna." He said, voice keeping steady. He had his weeks of crying...Now was the time to be over her.

"Oh." Kurt whispered. "I'm sorry, that was stupid-"

"No it wasn't." Blaine shrugged, acting nonchalant. "Honest question." Kurt moved away from him and inched towards the computer desk. Above it were photos of several generations of Stewarts.

"That's her right there." Blaine said softly, raising a soft finger to tap one of them. The glass was dusty, but they could both see the old woman in the frame easily. She appeared to be your average senior...Pale, blotchy skin, white hair, and a crooked smile. But there were those eyes. Exact copies of Sophie and Blaine. They made her look youthful, and spirited.

"She looks happy." Kurt noted, reaching to intertwine their hands together. Blaine still looked tense...

"Well that pictures from when we last visited her in Yellowknife." He cleared his throat, and eyed the fluffy, white snow that covered his deceased loved one's hair. "I used to live up there, but mom got a new job...things happened."

"But she decided to stay." Kurt nodded, understanding. This was a woman who did as she pleased; never feeling obliged to be anywhere other than where she wanted to be.

"Yeah, but she visited and Skyped enough. Never even got to miss her." Blaine said fondly. Kurt squeezed his hand gently, and gave him a sweet smile.

"Should we go?" He asked, seeing the haze from Blaine's eyes leave gradually.

"Yeah, come on." Blaine agreed, turning away from his grandma's identical eyes reluctantly. They left the room, hand in hand, each lost in their own thoughts. Blaine was remembering childhood memories of talking with his grandma...Kurt was thinking of ways to cheer the boy up, who understandably was still coping with her death. They had left his room, and were in the hallway now.

"Did you know that when I was three, I got a pair of red high heels as a gift?" Kurt blurted out, lip twitching at the memory. His plan worked, and Blaine let out a loud laugh as they neared the staircase.

"What?" He asked incredulously, as they made their way down it.

"I'm serious, they're all I wanted." Kurt insisted. "Oh but they had to be sensible heels. I made my dad return the first four pairs."

"Tell me how you even had to come out." Blaine snickered. Kurt smacked his shoulder playfully. "Hey, I was just kidding."

"Sure you were." They both laughed, slowing their pace down when they reached the bottom floor. There was the unmistakable sound of pure Wes coming from the living room.

"No Prudey!" Wes' voice rang out. "I'm out of pineapples!"

"Uhh..." Kurt frowned, not wanting to enter the living room. Blaine sighed, and pulled them into it nonetheless. Clair and Joy were chatting amiably on the couch, while Wes and Prudence huddled in the furthest corner.

"Hey Joy." Blaine smiled. The two women looked up and smiled.

"Hello!" She sang, nodding at him. "And to you to, Kurt."

"Thanks." Kurt said shyly, before eyeing Wes with a scrutinizing expression on his face. Sophie was clinging onto the boy's left foot, sucking on the sock that resided there. He didn't seem to notice, for there were large blueprints spread out in-between him and Prudence.

"Wesley, what are you doing?" Blaine asked, still not sitting down. He had no intention of sticking around for girl-talk, or watching himself become exposed to his boyfriend. (Plenty of embarrassing childhood stories assured him of that.)

"Plotting." He replied airily. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows together. That didn't sound too good.

"It's okay Kurt." Prudence smiled. "Nobody will be hurt." She looked back down to the blueprints and pointed at a random area.

"See that?" She asked Wes, who nodded solemnly. "If that's going to work, we'll need four bags of sugar."

"I know! I lost the bag of pennies by the way-" He groaned.

"You what?" She shrieked, arms flailing. "Okay, that's it. Operation blown. Honestly man, get yourself together!"

"Quiet down!" Clair ordered, glaring at them. She happened to know this plan involved plenty of Kurt, and wasn't keen on them finishing it.

"Fine. We'll take our genius elsewhere." Wes sniffed, yanking the large sheet of paper from Prudence's hands. She flinched, muttering something about a paper-cut.

"Good to see you too, Kurt." Wes said teasingly, as he left the room. Prudence punched him in the arm, with an air of playfulness.

"Escape now?" Blaine mouthed at Kurt, edging back towards the hallway. Before the other boy could even nod, Joy called them over.

"Boys, we need you here for a second." She said sternly.

"Please, can we-" Blaine tried to say, but he cut himself off. The look on his mothers face was enough indication that this wasn't something they could weasel out of.

"Just sit down. We'll be a few minutes." She said, gesturing towards the couch opposite of where she and Joy were sitting. They sat down gingerly, sinking into the plush leather seats.

"Don't worry you're not in trouble." Joy said, smiling reassuringly at Kurt, who's eyes were particularly wide. Blaine sat next to him, looking unwilling, but curious all the same.

"So..." Clair started, looking up at them now. She clasped her hands together with a large clap. "I know you've told us that you are not sexually active-" Blaine's face paled, and his jaw dropped in horror.

"Okay, mom? No." He said quietly. "I don't need to hear this."

"Listen sweetie," Joy started. This time if was Kurt that interrupted. He appeared to be some real version of Casper, judging by the colour his skin had paled to.

"It's not that we don't appreciate it, but we know all there is to know, and-"

"Nothing's happening anyway-"

"Enough." Clair snapped, putting on her best, annoyed motherly look. "You don't need to say anything. Just sit tight, and listen." They all fell silent, Kurt now a beet red, and Blaine staring down at his knees dejectedly. Why was this happening?

"We know that you know about the risk of disease, and the importance of being safe..." Joy started, sounding horribly nonchalant.

"No sex for the next year, as far as you know?" Clair asked, slightly amused. Kurt was gaping at her with a twisted look on his face.

"No-no sex." Blaine said hurriedly. "Mom, trust me-"

"I trust you." She replied clearly. "But you don't know what could happen."

"Hormones." Joy nodded knowingly. "They get out of control, and you forget about everything. You forget that you're not ready, or that you're not protected."

"This isn't necessary." Kurt tried to choke out. "Thank you, but I promise you."

"It's not that I don't believe you, honey." Joy smiled at him. "We're only doing this so that you're aware, should any other urges overtake you."

"Also, if you feel, in a few months, or even tomorrow night, that you're ready, we want you to be prepared." Clair finished for her. Blaine swore they were twins, separated at birth. He was reminded vaguely of Fred and George Weasley from the Harry Potter series, finishing the others sentences all the time.

"This isn't happening." Blaine groaned, gripping onto Kurt's tense hand with all of his strength. Both women shushed him.

"Just take these, honey." Clair said, compromising. Clearly, Blaine didn't need a talk. But there was no way she was letting him leave without condoms. Her manicured nails fumbled with the plastic bag sitting next to her, and she held up the small, cardboard box of protection at her son.

"Mom!" He whined, Kurt was saying something too...It sounded suspiciously like him quickly blurting out that his father had already told them everything they needed to know.

"Neither of you two boys are leaving without these." Joy said quickly, grabbing the package and throwing it at Blaine. He let out a loud groan, but complied, catching the condoms in his hands, and shoving them out of sight inside of his shirt.

"I'm blacking out." Kurt muttered, becoming too interested in the stain on his sweatpants. If only a hole would open up in the floor, and devour him.

"That's all." Clair finished. "Kurt, I'm sure you won't die from embarrassment. But you will if you get AIDS you kno-"

"Okay, leaving. Now. Not coming back." Blaine spat out standing up with great speed, a grateful Kurt trailing behind him with equal enthusiasm.

"Wait, lube!" Joy screamed, waving the bottle in alarm. Unfortunately, (for her at least), the boys were already scurrying out of the room and out of sight. She could have sworn Kurt tripped in his haste to leave.. Licking her chapped lips, she dropped the bottle and turned back to her friend, with raised eyebrows. She had told her that this would happen. Blaine was never comfortable with these topics around his parents.

"Only downside of a gay child." Clair huffed, sinking back into the cushions, noticing how her friend was eyeing her. She blew stray strands of hair from her face and crossed her arms. "You are clueless when it comes to sex, and they know that. Which is why the talk is especially awkward."

"It can't be just that." Joy assured her, then letting out a fond smile. "Blaine's just shy."

"I think I prefer it." Clair remarked optimistically. "Prudence just thanked me with this unbelievably happy expression on her face, and ran off..."

"That's our girl." Joy snickered, laughing fondly along with her best friend. They had come a long way, that was for sure. She remembered meeting this cooky, quirky blonde in her grade 9 science class...They complimented each others hair, and things just went upwards from there.

"I'm so sorry, I can't even-" Blaine stammered, shoving the dreaded box of rubbers into his sink cabinet. Kurt propped himself up by the elbows on the counter, taking a deep breath.

"It's fine." His voice cracked. "Just unexpected. She means well."

"I know." Blaine said quietly. "I just she never would..You know talk about it."

"Why not?" Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. He could very well see Clair searching up information on Wikipedia for an occasion like this.

"It's just weird, you know?" He said after a long pause. "...For her to assume I would have a sex life at all." Kurt shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"I'm not following." His voice was quiet.

"My family's really religious, and so am I." Blaine stared wide eyed at Kurt, knowing well that he was an atheist. "My church has always accepted homosexuals...But they don't condone abusing the holy body, in unnatural ways, 'for it is sacred' or something like that."

"No gay sex?" Kurt laughed awkwardly, trying to defuse the tension. Blaine shook his head "no."

"I assumed my family would feel the same." He shrugged. "Wasn't prepared..."

"I understand." Kurt smiled. "Sort of. About not being prepared and stuff."

"Thanks." Blaine ran an anxious hand through his curly mane. Kurt raised a confused eyebrow at him. "For not laughing at the teenage gay boy who goes to church."

"To each his own. I don't judge." Kurt gave him a cheeky grin, and sat down on the toilet seat. "On a scarier note, I don't think I'll ever be able to face your mother ever again."

Blaine snorted loudly, and Kurt tried not to self combust at how adorable it was. "Try living with her for the next few years." He sighed over dramatically.

"At least you have a mom." Kurt said, not unkindly. It still struck Blaine like a whip though. Was he really that inconsiderate?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. Or at least in that way." He backtracked, frowning deeply now. Kurt looked up at him with a baby-faced expression. It was heartbreaking.

"Ah." He giggled, blue eyes shining bright. "That isn't what you should have taken it as. Just...Sometimes I wish you could have met mine."

"Oh Kurt." Blaine pouted, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Bambi, that's who Kurt reminded him of sometimes. A poor, lovable creature that knows too much heartbreak, with no mother...

"It's not only me." Kurt smiled a tentative smile. "I wish I could have met your grandma. She sounds like she was a great person."

It was Blaine's turn to gulp deeply now. He pushed back his shaky voice, and tried to copy Kurt's optimism, and acceptance. "I bet you three pennies that they're playing Scrabble up in Heaven right now, laughing at us." Yes, that worked. He felt better already.

"I-You-" The porcelain boy opened and closed his mouth several times, not sure of how to reply to that. In the end, he decided on releasing a loud giggle. "You're crazy!"

"No, my good sir." Blaine corrected, clearing his throat, and pulling out his best dapper voice. "I am comedic."

"If you insist, but I seriously doubt-"

"I will ruin your hair, I swear." Blaine threatened. Kurt raised his eyebrows and placed both hands onto his slender hips.

"Because I won't lie to you about your lack of talent?" His right eyebrow arched up, and a slow smile was tugging at his lips.

"Kurt, admit it." Blaine threatened, grabbing the hair dryer, that had been resting on the sink.

"Nope." He shrugged, crossing his arms. After all, there was no way Blaine would ever dream of doing something like that. They both knew that anybody who ruined Kurt's hair would be lucky to leave with all body parts intact.

Yet Blaine creeped closer to Kurt, the dryer raised like a weapon. Slowly, he was cornered into the furthest side of the bathroom...

"Will they shut up?" Prudence moaned, awkwardly perching on the ledge outside of Blaine's room. The rusty ladder Wes have stolen from her garage was barely holding her weight, along with the Asian boy, clinging onto the bar's below her feet.

"Just go in!" Wes whined, having a terrible fear of heights. A sharp kick in the head from above signaled him to shut up.

"I can't, they're talking in the bathroom!" Her voice hissed at him. Sure enough, she could plainly see Blaine and Kurt, backs to her, talking in the bathroom. No, not talking...giggling and flirting more like.

"Just wait till their backs are turned and get in." Wes muttered with a fierce look of determination on his face. He was going to get into that room and steal Blaine's precious diary, if it killed him.

"Okay, fine." Prudence whispered. The two boys were still far into the bathroom, and seemed much too absorbed to notice anything but each other. Now was the time. Her bitten nails clawed at the old window, and pulled it up.

Wes winced as the loud, rusty squeaking window opened. He shut his eyes, waiting for Blaine to rush out, and push them both off of the ladder, but that didn't happen. Instead, there was Prudence pulling at his short hair, and the sound of her Chuck Taylors scampering through the window, and into Blaine's room. He followed suit. It was no easy feet, either. Wesley enjoyed imagining that he was an amazing athlete, but the truth was that he couldn't play worth a damn.

"Sh." Prudence said, so quietly that Wes was never sure if she had actually said something. They had both tumbled into the room rather loudly, but froze once they had gotten their bearings. The silence that they had expected was gone. In it's place, there was a loud...booming noise. By the sounds of it, Blaine was blowdrying Kurt's hair, and yelling loudly.

"What the hell, you said they were talking." Wes whispered to Prudence, slowly inching across the room.

"Shut. up." Prudence commanded. Although she was also confused by the sudden change in topic her brother had chosen to take. Whatever the case, it had bought her at least two minutes of sneaking around his room.

"There!" Wes pointed at the small, black notebook partially concealed underneath a stuffed teddy bear. Of course his best friend would sleep with a stuffed animal, and his diary. The screams and noises from the bathroom increased in volume, for which the two ninjas were grateful.

Prudence smirked, thinking something similar to what Wes was at the time. She creeped up to the bed, not even flinching when Wes sneezed. Judging by the loud crash that had come from the bathroom, she assumed Kurt had been cornered into the bathtub with the blowdryer. At least Kurt brought out an...interesting side of Blaine.

Odd behavior aside, Prudence carelessly threw the teddy bear from the bed. It landed somewhere-she didn't have the time to check. All that mattered now, was getting the diary. She grabbed it's leather cover, and turned to give Wes a frantic look. It was time they got out of there.

The pair of them scurried back towards the window frantically. The hallway was an option of course, since the room had only been locked from the inside...But it was infinitely more boring.

Wes had left the window open, and swung a leg over the frame. The transition from a warm, heated house, to the winter air outside made him shudder. Before he could make another move, the screaming and deafening roar of the blow dryer stopped. There was a dead silence, except for Kurt giggling occasionally.

"Shit." Prudence mouthed to Wes, becoming cautious. She flapped her arms wildly, alerting him to hurry up, and backed herself up towards the door. They couldn't both get out the window before her brother caught them, so she took one for the team and chose the most boring route possible.

"Prudence, what the hell?" A voice shouted at her, as she creeped up towards the other side of the room. Wes was still frozen, his pants appearing to have caught onto something. She looked up to find her brother glaring furiously at her, and then back at his Asian friend.

"Wes?" Kurt appeared at Blaine's side, his hair looking like a tumbleweed. "What are you doing in the window?"

"Prudence!" Wes ignored him. "My jeans are stuck!"

"Oh no!" She said dramatically. "Blaine, you better go help him!"

"Is that my diary?" He asked, aghast. Prudence giggled nervously, hiding it behind her back. But the damage was done.

"Blaine, you should really help Wes out!" She smiled, nodding her head towards the struggling boy, halfway caught inside the room, and outside on the ladder. Blaine, of course, didn't notice. There was no way he was letting his sister distract him, so that she could escape.

"Prudence, give it back!" Blaine whined, lunging at her. She screamed and threw it across the room. The siblings collapsed into a heap on the ground, both trying to untangle themselves, and rush towards the coveted book. Thankfully, Kurt jogged forwards to cling it safely towards his chest.

"Would you two leave?" He shrieked. Blaine and Prudence were busy wrestling on the ground and calling each other names for him to notice.

"You have to stop!" Blaine said, shoving her shoulder, but not with much force. She snorted, and put her hands onto her hips.

"What, gonna tell mom?" Her voice was sweet and teasing. Her brother huffed up his chest, and raised his chin.

"Yeah, watch me." He said icily, stalking out of the room. Prudence started to look genuinely confused.

"Oh my God, he's really doing it." She knit her eyebrows together in concern and sprinted off after him, so that she could lie her way out of whatever he was going to say. Spying on your brother, and stealing his prized possessions could be seen as misbehaving, something Prudence just would not allow herself to be accused of.

"Honestly Wes!" Kurt snapped once they were alone, turning to face the struggling boy. "What the hell?"

"Okay Kurt." He said sharply, struggling greatly to move. "You can kick my ass later, but I'm stuck in a freaking ladder right now.HELP ME!" His voice was loud, and frantic. Kurt raised a cool eyebrow, and tossed Blaine's diary onto his bed.

"I thought you were kidding." He smiled, amused by this situation. Wes groaned and shook his head.

"Just give me your hand, and pull me up." Wes pleaded, beginning to whimper. "I'm really afraid of heights." Kurt sighed, and did just that. His pale hand clasped Wes' darker one, and he gripped it fiercely, pulling.

"Oh my God, you weigh so much!" He complained, struggling to even budge the boy from the window.

"How-"

Tug.

"The hell-"

Tug.

"Did you get-"

Tug.

"Your jeans stuck in a freaking ladder!"

Rip.

The sound of denim tearing apart made both of the boys freeze. Kurt's jaw dropped and his face twisted at the sight of Wesley tumbling into Blaine's room, in his boxers.

"Cannot be unseen...Cannot be unseen..." He moaned, covering his eyes. Wes shrieked when he realized he had been pulled out of the window, but his caught pants had stayed.

"I'M BARE!" He wailed, diving onto the bed to cover himself up with the bed sheets. Kurt was so busy moaning about how scarred he was at Wesley's hairy legs to notice the Asian boy grab Blaine's diary, and cling it to himself underneath the covers.

Prudence owed him for ripping his pants of to get this.

But it was worth it...So many embarrassing secrets the notebook contained.

Havoc shall ensue.

A/N: I am so sorry for taking this long to update! I probably should have warned you guys, but I've had culminating and exams for the past two weeks so I couldn't write at all. Then, last week, when I was almost finished the chapter, I broke my wrist. Writing has taken much longer than it should.

Sorry if this chapter is boring, but it's all just a lead-up to a big chapter coming up soon! Everything is significantly important.

I love you all so much. Thank you for sticking with me through the wait.

You are all beautiful people and deserve hugs.

*Cyber hugs ensue*

PS-Watch out for many one-shots coming up (:

PPS-I don't like this chapter. I'm so sorry for even giving it to you.

The next one should be...better. I hope. Gah.

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