"Hi, Dad. I had a question that I thought it would be wise to go ahead and bring up."

"Let's hear it then," Burt Hummel's voice said from the other end of the phone, with a sigh.

"I was wondering if, maybe, by chance, you would let me…stay the night with Blaine on Saturday night." Kurt tapped his foot on the edge of his desk nervously.

Burt sighed again, "Kurt… I don't know, buddy. Don't you two see each other at school and stuff?"

"We do," Kurt said. "It's just… you know how Blaine's having a lot of trouble right now? His parents want him to be home this weekend, like he was last weekend. But Blaine really doesn't want to go home, and he asked me to come over and stay to make it more bearable."

"Why isn't it bearable? Does he not go home on the weekends?"

"I don't know if you've picked up on this or not, but Blaine doesn't exactly have an A + family."

"I sorta did, but didn't want to assume or step out of line. I'm going to ask now though, even though it's really not my business, it's slowly turning into my business. What's wrong with this kid's home-life? I thought he had rich, nice parents. That's what I gathered from that night at the hospital."

"Don't let the rich part fool you, Dad. His mom is fine. She…doesn't help the problem, but doesn't add to it either. It's his dad, mostly."

"I figured. I always hear it's the families that look nice on the outside are really pretty bad off," Burt continued. "What's his dad like?"

"He and his dad don't see eye to eye to begin with, and on top of that, his dad is entirely opposed to the idea of Blaine being gay, and on top of all of that, has a problem staying pleasant while having a drink. This is putting it all very nicely. His dad was calling him names and stuff that night…when things happened…"

"Then, maybe Blaine should just stay over here."

Kurt smiled small at his dad's kindness. "I suggested that, but he said his mom is being very avid about him coming home on the weekends. Last weekend, he said that his dad was over-doing it and being annoyingly fake and nice. He just feels really uncomfortable, but doesn't want to worry or have problems with his mom. I just want to be there for him in any way that I can."

"Now, Kurt, you know it's not your job to take care of Blaine and it's not your fault if, ya know, stuff happens…"

"I tell myself this all of the time, and I've even said it to Blaine. Dad, this weekend is about more than that. I do want to know that he's as happy as possible, not because I'm taking care of him, but because I love him. I miss you guys a lot, but Blaine needs me. I can't leave him alone there."

"To have known Blaine only a few months, you've gotten yourself in really deep, kid."

"I know," Kurt sighed. "But it's just…when I'm with Blaine, I feel like I've known him so much longer than that. We have this connection, this feeling that it has to be the two of us. I know it sounds silly, but that's how I feel."

"Blaine's a great kid, and I'm happy that you're happy…" Burt paused. "I'll make you a deal, if Blaine comes over and has an early dinner around 4 or so with us, you can stay the night with him."

"Okay. Okay, I'll ask him. Thank you, Dad."

The deal that Burt was willing to make worked out quite well. The dinner was very nice. Blaine, however, claimed that he could make better spaghetti sauce than what Kurt made, and challenged him to a taste-off that the rest of Kurt's family would be happy to participate in at some point.

After the plates were being cleared and Kurt tried to excuse himself to pack for the night, Burt called the two boys into a private conversation in the hall.

"I'm going to trust you two big time tonight," Burt said, arms crossed.

"Mr. Hummel," Blaine started, "can I just say that I have no ulterior motives about tonight, what-so-ever. Kurt and I are going to bake cookies and play karaoke on the Wii. My parents are both going to be home, in case you're worried about that."

Kurt felt a small blush creep over his face and a small smile tug on his lips.

"That's good to hear," Burt said. "But last time I trusted the two of you to spend a night together, Kurt returned with…erm evidence that everything wasn't as wholesome as you guys play it off to be."

"That certainly will not be happening again, I can assure you," Blaine said. "That was…a heat of the moment celebration thing. And…"

"Nothing happened, Dad," Kurt lowered his gaze and felt pretty bad for lying to his Dad about that night. "It was just…a heated…make-out session that…got a little out of hand." His face was burning red.

"Listen, it's not my relationship, but you are my son. I can't stop you from doing things that you're going to do. I will talk to you about it and make you uncomfortable in attempts to slow it down, because listen, you're both teenaged boys, and I know how that is, but I just don't want you two getting too far in over your heads. Alright?"

"Yes, dad," and "Yes, sir," were said at the same time.

"Good," Burt said. "Kurt, go get ready. I'm going to talk to Blaine a sec."

Kurt shared a helpless glance with Blaine and went off to his room.

"I just wanted to let you know that if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to, outside of Kurt or your friends or your family, I'm always willing to listen and help out if I can," Burt said.

For a second, Blaine was shocked, his mouth was opened in a small 'o' until a smile fell over his lips. "Thank you, Mr. Hummel."

"Call me Burt, please."

"Alright, thank you, Burt," Blaine smiled and felt his throat tighten.

"Now, you two get outta here before I change my mind."

"That talk was sufficiently awkward," Kurt said in the passenger's seat of Blaine's car, laughing a little. "What did Dad say to you after I left?"

"Just that if I needed to talk to someone, he was willing to listen," Blaine smiled again at the thought. "Your dad is a wonderful man, Kurt. I have so much respect for him."

"I'm a lucky kid," Kurt said, honestly.

"You are," Blaine said, "Which is why we are not going to take advantage of your father's kindness and we will just be baking and singing."

"Oh, alright," Kurt said, fake pouting.

Inside the kitchen, Blaine had searched all the cabinets for all the ingredients for their cookie dough.

"Now, Kurt," Blaine smirked, "these are old fashion, gooey, sweet chocolate chip cookies that we're making. No heath or calorie counting involved."

"You're just trying to torture me tonight, aren't you, Blaine?" Kurt stuck his tongue out at Blaine.

"The oven is heating, so pass me the sugar, sugar," Blaine said. They both burst into laughter.

Kurt was measuring things, and Blaine was mixing things. Finally, the dough was ready and the two of them dropped their dough on the cookie sheet and put it in the oven.

"Now, kiss the cook," Blaine said.

"This makes you a baker, actually," Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Blaine, "but it's close enough." He pressed his lips to Blaine's. The kiss lingered for a moment, and Kurt's arms tightened around Blaine. Blaine's hands squeezed Kurt's lower back.

Blaine pulled away and looked into Kurt's eyes. "I must be the luckiest boy on the planet."

"I must be," Kurt said playfully. He reached up and moved a small strand of Blaine's curly hair that had fallen out of place.

From the door frame, someone cleared their throat. They quickly broke apart and turned to face Blaine's father. Kurt felt a surge of hatred pulse through his body. He hadn't expected for it to feel like that. He swallowed and looked at the ground.

"Dad," Blaine said, "hey, I uh, didn't know you were home yet."

"I've been home, it's Saturday," he replied. "Why in the world are you baking cookies?" It was as if baking cookies was the most absurd thing he'd ever heard of.

"I wanted some homemade warm cookies," Blaine replied.

"Well clean up your mess," he said eyeing the counter. "Why would you make cookies before dinner?"

"I already had dinner with Kurt," Blaine said. "Remember, I was having an early dinner with him so that he could spend the night with me?"

Blaine's father grumbled something that sounded like 'forgot'. He left the room after that and repeated "Clean up your mess."

"We might as well clean up," Blaine said quietly.

Kurt nodded.

In silence they cleaned the flour and sugar from the counter-top, put the ingredients back in their places. By that time, their 10 minutes was up, and the cookies were done.

"They smell good," Kurt said smiling.

"It's hard to mess up chocolate chip cookies, so they probably taste good as well," Blaine said, returning Kurt's smile. They placed the cooling cookies on a large plate and poured glasses of milk, then made their way down to the den.

Kurt sat the plate down, while Blaine turned on the TV and Wii system.

"Okay, we're going to play Disney Sing It. Party Hits or Pop Hits?" Blaine asked holding up two cases.

"So this is like…Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana, not Disney-Disney?" Kurt said, a little disappointed.

"Yes," Blaine said. "Party or Pop?"

"Party," Kurt said smiling.

"Great!" Blaine inserted the disc. "Now, there are a bunch of songs from Camp Rock 2…"

"And I know none of them, I'm sure."

"There are three Demi Lovato songs that you will be singing, and three Selena Gomez songs that I will be singing," Blaine said.

"You already had this all planned out, didn't you?"

"A little bit," Blaine said chuckling. He sat next to Kurt and took a cookie from the plate. "You try one too!"

"Okay," Kurt went to take a cookie, and realized he'd left his milk in the kitchen. "Crap! I'm going to go get my milk, then I will."

"Be ready, for when you return, I'm going to serenade you with Justin Bieber," Blaine called, as Kurt headed toward the stairs.

"Please, spare me," Kurt teased.

He made his way down the hall, hearing voices, the closer he got to the kitchen.

"…I don't know what we should do."

"Nothing, there's nothing we can do," said Blaine's mother, sounding distressed.

Kurt paused at the door, hoping not to barge in on a serious conversation. That would be embarrassing.

"It's not normal for two teenage boys to bake cookies on a Saturday night!" Blaine's father exclaimed.

Kurt felt his heart sink.

"When are you going to understand that Blaine isn't normal?"

"Well, isn't that what he's on medication for?"

"He's not on medication for being gay, Greg. He's on it because he has Major Depression."

"Well, they're both a chemical imbalance in the brain. It's the same as being mental. We should've left him in that ward. Might've done him some good."

"Don't act so ignorant," she snapped. "You know better than that."

"I just want to know where we went wrong with him."

"Will you stop being so dramatic about it. So he's different…"

"Our son's a freak. What do you expect, me to be proud that we have a freak in the family?"

Kurt pushed open the kitchen door. He turned to face them and said, "I think that Blaine's perfect." He took his lone glass of milk from the counter and left Blaine's parents looking shocked.