Chapter 3: Plans

It had been nearly three months since Kurt and Blaine started dating. They had stopped caring about what people at school thought about their relationship about two weeks after they made it official, so everyone knew.

Everyone, that is, except for Kurt's parents.

"Yes, dad, of course I'm coming for Christmas. I wouldn't miss it. Carole needs my help making dinner for the five of us, anyway," he added with a laugh. He talked to his dad over the phone regularly, and this was the fifth time in two days that Burt had called to make sure he'd booked his flight to Ohio.

"Five?" Burt asked. "Who's the fifth?"

Oh.

"Uh…" Kurt bit his lip. He felt bad that he hadn't told his family about Blaine yet, but it just hadn't come up. Or maybe he was afraid that his father wouldn't be thrilled with the idea of his boyfriend being three years older than Kurt. Either way, he hadn't exactly lied, but he hadn't told the truth either. "I sort of, um, have a boyfriend."

"Well, that's great! And you're inviting him to Christmas dinner?"

"Yeah."

"It'll be nice to meet him," Burt said. "Is he treating you right—"

"Yes, dad," Kurt cut him off, laughing a little. "He's really sweet. And he really cares about me. And I really care about him. I think I love him, dad."

"If he makes you that happy, it'll be an honor to have him at dinner," Burt said and Kurt could hear the smile in his tone. Kurt grinned and bounced excitedly from where he was sitting on Blaine's couch. Blaine was still at work, and Kurt had finished classes early so he went back to Blaine's apartment, hoping to surprise him with dinner warm on the table.

"Thanks, dad! You're going to love him, I just know it. I'll talk to you later. Love you. Bye!" He cut the call short because he got a text from Blaine saying that he was almost home. Kurt dashed into the kitchen and turned off the stove before taking the simmering spaghetti sauce off of the burner. He brought the sauce pan and the pot of warm, al dente noodles to the table. He served up two plates full of deliciously seasoned spaghetti and smiled proudly at his work before returning to the living room. He wanted to wait for Blaine to get home.

When he heard Blaine's keys in the door, he bounced on his heels happily and went to unlock the door, pulling it open and grinning at his boyfriend. "Hey, honey. How was work?"

"Long," Blaine replied, grinning after the shock of Kurt opening the door so suddenly. "How did classes go?"

"As usual, my first class of the day was the best," Kurt flirted, still grinning as Blaine walked inside and shed his coat. "Picture Design was slow, though. Ms. Harrington is quite the rambler."

"Mm, something smells good," Blaine hummed, closing his eyes and inhaling for a moment. Kurt watched the way his rosy cheeks slowly returned to their original color, and how his curls settled after being mussed by his beanie hat.

"I made you dinner," Kurt piped up happily, standing in front of Blaine and cupping his face in both hands. He'd picked up the habit from Blaine, and he actually really liked feeling the way Blaine's face changed when he smiled into a kiss.

"You're wonderful," Blaine informed him, pressing his lips to Kurt's and putting his hands over where Kurt's were on his face. "Thank you, sweetie."

"Of course," Kurt smiled softly, kissing Blaine again even after he dropped his hands. He could never get enough of the feeling he got when he kissed Blaine. It was his second favorite thing to do. (His first was cuddling—cuddling is always the best.)

"Shall we eat?"

"We shall."

Kurt pulled a chair out for Blaine and the older man smiled gratefully, pecking Kurt's lips as he sat down. Kurt sat down across from him and smiled. "So, what's the occasion?"

"Pardon?" Kurt looked at Blaine, confused.

"Why the nice dinner?" Blaine clarified, twirling some noodles on his fork.

"Do I need a reason to show you how much I care about you?" Kurt asked curiously.

Blaine beamed. "I suppose not. Thank you. I love it."

With that, they began eating. When they finished, they cuddled on the small couch, legs tangled with Kurt's head resting on Blaine's chest. Kurt was the first to break the comfortable silence.

"What are your plans for Christmas?"

"Uh, I didn't really have anything in mind. I was just going to open presents with you and spend the day cuddling you and being lazy." Kurt smiled at the thought but shook his head slightly.

"My family wants to meet you," he told Blaine. "I told my dad and he said he wants you to come to Christmas dinner in Ohio. And I want you to come, too," he added, nuzzling Blaine. "You're special to me and I want you to meet the other people in my life who are special to me."

"I'd love to spend Christmas with your family, Kurt," Blaine said with a grin, squeezing Kurt snugly in his arms. Kurt smiled and nestled closer to Blaine's warmth. "When do we fly into Ohio?"

"The first day of Christmas break," Kurt said with a bright grin. "I was thinking we could spend a week in Ohio and then come back for a week back here together. We haven't been able to have much alone time lately because of finals."

"So we'll spend Christmas with family and New Year's Eve kissing under the stars," Blaine mused, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's hair. Kurt's cheeks flushed a little and shook his head, tickling Blaine's nose. Blaine laughed and kissed the top of his hair, smiling. "I can't think of a better way to spend the holidays than with the man I love."

Kurt's breath caught in his throat and he looked up at Blaine, startled. "You… You love me…"

Blaine's eyes widened when he realized what he'd said. "I-I didn't mean to just blurt it out… Gosh, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry. I wanted to be all romantic and make a really nice gesture and—mmph!"

Kurt cut Blaine off with a kiss right on his plump red lips. Blaine relaxed into it instantly and hugged Kurt closer. Kurt cupped only one of Blaine's cheeks because of the bad angle, but it was just as sweet and loving as all of their other kisses. "I love you, too," Kurt whispered against his lips when they broke the kiss. "Sometimes simple is better. I love you. I've wanted to tell you for a few weeks…"

"I think I've been slowly falling in love with you ever since we met," Blaine said with a soft smile. "I guess I just realized my feelings all at once."

"Are you not-so-subtly quoting John Green?" Kurt giggled.

Blaine just shrugged, grinning. "Maybe. So, what's your dad like? And does he have a shotgun?"

Kurt laughed and shook his head, settling back down with his head on Blaine's chest. "He does. But he won't use it on you as long as you prove that you 'treat me right.' He just wants me to be happy."

"And are you happy?"

"I couldn't be happier," Kurt said dreamily, closing his eye. Blaine smiled and rubbed his back, soothing him to sleep.

…

Three days later, they were getting off a plane in Lima and searching the airport for Burt Hummel.

"Dad!" Kurt called happily a few minutes later, dropping Blaine's hand and running forward to hug his dad.

"Whoa!" Burt laughed, hugging his son. "You've gotten taller. Next time you hug me like that I might just fall over."

Kurt just beamed at his father, hugging him tightly again and letting himself be hugged. "I missed you, dad."

"I missed you, too, bud," Burt said gruffly, patting Kurt's back as Blaine walked up behind Kurt with their bags. "And this must be the boyfriend." Kurt jumped up excitedly at that, moving to Blaine's side again and hugging his arm. He nestled into Blaine's side, grinning at his dad.

"Dad, this is Blaine. Blaine, this is my dad." Burt rolled his eyes but he couldn't fight his grin at seeing his son so wonderfully happy for the first time in years. He hadn't been that happy since he'd been accepted at Parsons. And he hadn't even been as happy then as he was now.

"Nice to meet you, Blaine," Burt said, eyeing the teacher cautiously. When he seemed to decide that he was okay for now, he ushered the happy couple out to the car where Carole was waiting.

The drive home was spent listening to Kurt talk about how amazing Parsons was and how great all the classes were and how he'd met Blaine through school and…

Oh.

"So you're a student there, too?" Burt asked Blaine.

"I'm actually one of the professors," Blaine corrected, wrapping his arm tighter around Kurt, who was cocooned comfortably between Blaine's chest and his arm.

Burt looked back and eyed Blaine suspiciously. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six, sir," Blaine answered, not wavering despite the fact that he was wondering exactly where Mr. Hummel kept his shotgun. "And I swear on my life that I'm treating Kurt respectfully. I love your son very much."

"And you two aren't having sex, right?"

"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed, blushing to his roots.

"Just asking!" Burt put his hands up in surrender, but he looked at Blaine with a death glare when Kurt wasn't watching.

"We aren't, not that it's any of your business," Kurt muttered, wishing he could just bury himself in Blaine's warmth and not face his father now that the subject of conversation had taken a turn for the worst.

Burt snorted. "I was just asking, kid. Relax."

Kurt pouted and hugged Blaine's waist in silence until they reached the Hummel-Hudson home.

After saying hi to Finn and Rachel, Kurt rushed Blaine downstairs to show him his childhood room.

"Door stays open!" Burt called from the living room, making Kurt groan.

"Dad!"

"My house, my rules!"

"But I'm twenty-three—"

"Door. Stays. Open." Burt didn't give in. Kurt sighed. He knew it was pointless to argue. Everyone thought he got his stubborn attitude from his mother, but his father was the really persistent one.

Kurt tugged Blaine downstairs and left the door ajar just a crack. Blaine snorted at his stubbornness and sat down on Kurt's king size bed, his legs crossed as he looked around the room. "It's nice."

Kurt smiled, taking a seat next to his boyfriend. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Blaine replied with a grin, biting his lip when Kurt laced their fingers together.

"I really want to kiss you," Kurt whispered, leaning forward slowly. Blaine nodded and pressed their lips gently together.

Blaine yelped when Kurt lay down and pulled Blaine on top of him. "Kurt…"

"Shh," Kurt smiled. "Just kiss me. Nothing else. Just kiss me."

Blaine nodded and eagerly pressed his lips to Kurt's, straddling his boyfriend. He could have kissed Kurt forever, but there was a knock on the door and Blaine quickly rolled off of Kurt ask Kurt sat up swiftly. But their flushed cheeks gave them away, and Kurt felt like he was in High School again. Luckily, it was Carole at the door.

"Door stays open," she reminded them lightly, winking before opening the door all the way and walking away. Kurt sighed and lay back down, pulling Blaine down next to him and cuddling his boyfriend.

"We were just kissing," Kurt said. And it was true. They both knew Kurt wasn't ready to go further yet, so they hadn't gone anywhere past light make-out sessions on Blaine's couch. Blaine always stopped when Kurt asked him to.

"I know, baby, but if he can't protect you this way, then how else can he protect you? You're his little boy, like it or not."

Kurt sighed. He knew Blaine was right. "I know. And I love him to death. I just really like kissing my boyfriend."

"I like it when you call me your boyfriend," Blaine grinned.

Kurt looked at him and grinned as well. He couldn't help but smile when Blaine smiled at him. "Good, because you're stuck with me now. If you leave now, my dad just might bring out his shotgun," he teased.

"I guess it's a good thing I love you too much to leave, then, isn't it?" Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt sweetly, hugging Kurt's waist.

Kurt giggled giddily, kissing back for a moment. "I love you so much."

"Should we go up and help Carole with dinner?" Blaine suggested, stroking through the side of Kurt's hair with his fingers.

"Of course," Kurt grinned. "You know, you look absolutely adorable in an apron."

A week later, they were back in New York, spending a lazy Saturday in bed. Kurt still had to remind himself sometimes that it was their bed. They shared the apartment now, and they shared the bed. They shared the kitchen, they shared the couch, and they shared the adorable little coffee table that Kurt found at a yard sale in Ohio. They shared everything, and they loved it that way.

"Tonight, I'm going to kiss you under the stars," Kurt declared, breaking the silence as they lay on their backs, close together but not wrapped around each other like they usually were.

"Well, don't ruin the surprise," Blaine teased.

Kurt just grinned. "It's not a surprise. If it was a surprise, you wouldn't kiss back as much. Since you know it's coming, I know you'll kiss me until I can't see clearly."

"I like your logic," Blaine chuckled, turning on his side and looking at Kurt. "I love you."

"Happy New Year's," Kurt answered, looking at him with a soft smile. "I love you."

"It's almost time for them to drop the ball," Blaine said excitedly. "Let's go up on the roof. The view is perfect."

"Well, it's not entirely perfect," Kurt said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see in a minute," Kurt smiled.

They made their way up the fire escape stairs until they were on the roof, and Kurt held Blaine close as they watched the events in Time Square.

Twenty-five. Twenty-four. Twenty-three. Twenty-two.

"Now the view is perfect," Kurt said, putting his hands on either side of Blaine's face. They were both wearing scarves and gloves, with warm sweaters that Carole had bought them for Christmas. So neither of them was cold, and the night was perfect.

"Why is it perfect?" Blaine grinned, having a pretty good idea of what Kurt was going to say. He knew his boyfriend too well.

"Because now you're up here. It wasn't perfect before but now it is," Kurt explained, leaning in closer to Blaine and still holding his face. Blaine stared at Kurt's eyes as the countdown continued.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One…

"Midnight," Kurt whispered with a loving smile before kissing Blaine firmly on the lips.

"Happy New Year's, Kurt," Blaine mumbled into the kiss, unable to stop smiling as he kissed back.

"Happy New Year's, Blaine."

A/N: That's the end! I hope you liked it, Jacy! Happy early birthday, sweetie!

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