Kurt awoke slowly, and he felt so very warm, inside and out, it was incredible. He shifted and curled into Blaine's embrace, and he felt Blaine's arms wrap around him even tighter. Kurt slowly opened his eyes, knowing he is awake too, and is greeted with those beautiful hazel eyes looking adoringly into his own. He closed his eyes again and nuzzled into Blaine's neck.

"Mmm."

"Hello, babe."

"Hello, " Kurt said sleepily. "We fell asleep," he said next, his eyes still closed.

"I know." He can hear the smile in Blaine's voice. Sunlight was streaming in, the smell of breakfast was wafting down to the basement...the smell of breakfast. Suddenly, Kurt's eyes flew open, and he sat up ramrod straight. "Oh my god."

"What?"

Kurt flew out of bed, dragging the top sheet with him, and creeped to the edge of the stairs. Sure enough, his bedroom door was open a crack. Kurt spun around, looking panicked. "My dad. He must know."

"Probably." Kurt stared at him, shocked that Blaine could be so unconcerned about the fact that his father knows they are sexually active. Granted, this has been going on sometime, but this is actually the first time they had gone back to Kurt's house, and they weren't even planning on having sex last night, as Kurt knew his father would be home by 9. It had always been most convenient to go to Blaine's house and disappear into that huge mansion of his than to go to Kurt's.

Blaine was sitting up in bed, running a hand slowly through his curly hair.

"Why the hell didn't we lock the door?"

"He'd probably would have just broken it down last night anyways. There's no way he wouldn't have checked on us when he got home." Then Blaine laughed at Kurt's horrified expression. "Dear, come back to bed. I'm sure he'll be understanding. He knows we love each other. I honestly don't think he wasn't expecting to find out sooner or later."

Kurt sighed and trudged back to the bed and climbed in. Compared to the cool morning air of his bedroom, getting back under the covers was heavenly. "How can I face him? Oh god, Blaine." The more he thought about it, the more he felt slightly sick to his stomach with nerves. "I have honestly no idea what his reaction will be."

Blaine kissed his forehead before saying, "Well, there's only one way we're going to find out. I see you don't have a convenient back exit out of this bedroom of yours."

Kurt groaned, and pulled the covers over his head. Blaine laughed. "Come on. Let's get it over with. At least they didn't walk in on us." Kurt threw the covers off immediately and gave Blaine such a look that made Blaine laugh again. "I can't believe you're not nervous about this."

"Are you kidding? I'm more terrified than you are. Picture being in my shoes." Kurt thought about it a moment, facing Blaine's family. But Blaine had had experience with this before, and his family knew that. In the Hummel household, this was all new territory.

"Well, thanks for putting up a brave face for both of us," Kurt said as he reluctantly slithered out of the warmth and safety of his bed. They got dressed, and Blaine smiled to Kurt and held out his hand. Kurt took it with one hand and wrapped the other around Blaine's arm like a lifeline. Blaine kissed his temple again, and said, "Here we go." They ascended the stairs and walked into the kitchen, Kurt resorting to just holding Blaine's hand as they entered the room. Burt turned around, holding a frying pan full of scrambled eggs.

"There you boys, are! Carole and I were wondering when you two would grace us with your appearance." Carole was nowhere to be seen. Blaine and Kurt exchanged a quick glance. The air was thicker than awkward sauce, and Kurt definitely felt a little sick to his stomach, but he forced his mouth to open. "Morning, this smells incredible. Thanks, Dad."

"No problem." Burt was now busying himself by running around the kitchen, serving breakfast. So this was how it was going to be? Maybe his dad didn't want to talk about it till later, when Blaine wasn't there; that made sense, but Kurt realized right then and there that he wanted to be open with his father, and most of all, have Blaine there with him to support him. Get it over with, that was what Blaine had said. This conversation was important and terrifying, and he wanted it to be addressed to help build a solid level of understanding in his family, as the two of them advanced their relationship. By now they had sat down at the kitchen table, and were idly chatting. He waited until this petered out and an awkward silence fell.

Kurt realized that he was going to have to be the one to break the ice. He took a deep breath, recognizing that, family-wise, this was the scariest thing he had done next to coming out to his father.

"Okay, we're not going to address the giant flaming pink elephant in the room?"

He felt Blaine tense next to him, and he instinctively grabbed his hand under the table. Blaine gave him a reassuring squeeze. Burt carefully put down his fork, and slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin. Here we go.

Burt looked into his sons eyes. "I thought maybe you didn't want to talk about it until later, and you know as well as I that I have no idea how to go about addressing this, Kurt, so I'll speak from the heart. You know I want you to be safe and happy, that's all I want for you. I see the way you look at each other and I trust your judgement, Kurt, to know that you are ready and you want this. This is a big thing, a big.." he struggled for a moment. "Personal thing that signifies you are no longer a child. I love you, and I just don't want to see either of you get hurt. Ok?"

Kurt nodded biting his lower lip, surprised to notice his eyes felt moist.

"And Blaine?" Blaine looked from Kurt to his father. "I cannot say how glad I am that you have each other, that you came into his life. I've ever seen my son this happy or..fullfilled, and I owe that to you."

"Thank you for saying that, Mr. Hummel. I love your son, and I will always support him, no matter what."

Burt nodded, smiling. Then he motioned with both his arms. "Come here! Both of you!" Kurt sprang up, followed by Blaine, and the three of them were enveloped in an awkward 3 person hug. Burt was teary now, too. "It's just hard for a father, Kurt. You'll understand some day. You'll always be my little boy."

For once, Kurt didn't begrudge his father's sentimentality. When they broke apart, Kurt felt a rush of gratitude towards his father, and also like a weight had been lifted off his chest.

Then his father said,"You two were safe, right? Because-"

Kurt quickly interrupted him, his eyes closed in embarrassment. "Oh my god, Dad, yes." Of course it was his father's job to make this more awkward than it already had been.