Okay everyone, I'M BACK! Please don't brutally murder me in my sleep for the INCREDIBLY long wait. I had a lot going on, and this story was forced to the back of my mind. I've been thinking about updating for a long time, but never got around to it. Thank you so much to everybody who stuck with my story! I love you all! I made this chapter a lot longer than the usual ones to try to make up for it. And I know there isn't much of a plot in this chapter, but it's kind of a filler in between. Thanks again!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, no matter how hard I wish that I did.

Chapter 7: Fitting In With the Hummels

Kurt woke up in the morning to see Blaine's spot next to him empty. After a brief moment of panic, he realized that he probably snuck down to the basement after Kurt fell asleep so his dad wouldn't get angry. He grinned broadly when he remembered the fact that Blaine was living under the same roof as him. He grinned even wider when he remembered that Blaine Anderson had told him that he loved him.

He loves me…. Blaine Freakin' Anderson LOVES me!

He got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. After he showered, got dressed, brushed his hair, and went through his moisturizing routine very quickly, he bounded towards the kitchen where a smiling Blaine was waiting for him.

Kurt smiled and walked up to him, giving him a bear hug. "Good morning, Blaine," he said sweetly.

Blaine smiled and replied, "Good morning, Kurt."

They broke apart and Kurt noticed his boyfriend's bed head and smiled, very amused. "Nice hair, Blaine," he said sarcastically, ruffling the messy dark hair.

He smirked and said, "Well, not all of us can be morning people like you, Kurtsie."

Kurt laughed at the nickname and replied, "Oh, is that my new name now?"

Blaine smiled and nodded. "Yes, I declare that to be your new name."

The younger boy looked amused and replied, "Well… since you have a nickname for me, I get to pick one for you."

The dark haired teen looked slightly nervous. "Err… Should I be scared?"

Kurt laughed. "Maybe. Hmm… What about…. Blainey Bear!"

Blaine looked appalled. "Blainey Bear?"

His boyfriend nodded and said, "Suck it up, Blainey Bear. You give me a cheesy nickname, and I give one in return."

Blaine gave up trying to act upset and laughed along with Kurt. A sleepy looking Finn entered the kitchen. "G' morning," he mumbled drowsily, with a large yawn following soon after.

"Good morning," they both replied in unison.

Kurt's older brother sat down at the kitchen table and laid his head down on it. "Hey, Kurt?" he mumbled.

"Hmm?" Kurt responded.

"Make food, please," Finn requested, falling asleep again.

Kurt and Blaine laughed, and Kurt headed to the refrigerator and pulled out numerous items. "Do you need any help?" Blaine asked.

The brunette smiled and said, "No thank you, Blaine. I'm used to cooking for my family. But could you do me a favor and go wake Dad and Carole up please?"

Blaine nodded and headed down the hall to the door that Kurt informed him to be his parents' bedroom. He knocked softly on the door. When he got a mumble in the reply that could only be Burt, he announced, "Wake up call from Kurt Hummel!" and walked back to the kitchen. He took a seat across from Finn at the kitchen table and waited for Kurt to finish making breakfast. The intermingling scents of bacon, eggs, biscuits, and toast were intoxicating.

He stared at Kurt with a smile on his face as he mixed the biscuit batter and flipped the bacon, just enjoying the little things about him. It was amazing how drastically Kurt could change his mood, and how quickly he does so. Not even twenty-four hours ago, he was depressed, angry, and scared. And now he felt like he was on cloud nine when he thought about living in the same house as Kurt, spending every day and meal with him, and waking up every morning with him.

Burt and Carole headed down the hallway. Carole was bright and chipper, while Burt was an exact replica of Finn. Burt sank into the chair and stared at the wall, being mostly unresponsive except for a deep grumble. Carole made conversation with Kurt and Blaine.

"How did you sleep last night?" she asked Blaine.

He smiled and answered, "Very well, actually. Thank you guys so much for letting me stay here. You don't know how much it means to me."

She smiled and replied, "There's no need to thank us, dear. Think of us as your family now."

He beamed at her statement and said, "I already do."

Kurt was beaming as well over the stove. He divided the food onto five plates and set them around the table with the silverware. "Breakfast is served," he stated.

"Thanks, Kurt," they all said as he set the food down in front of them. Well, except Finn, who awoke with the loud statement, "FOOD."

They all laughed and began to eat. They all made small talk, just little things. Most of their questions were directed at Blaine, although they avoided topics like his father and expulsion from Dalton.

Finn looked at Blaine and said, "There's one question I've always wanted to ask you. What's it like, wearing the same blazer over and over, every single day?"

Blaine chuckled and replied. "You get used to it. I've been requesting a new design all year though, but they kept refusing. You know, tradition and all that."

Kurt watched his family talking with Blaine, happy with how easily he fit in there in his home. He barely touched his own food because he spent most of the time staring fondly at Blaine, still elated that he was there with him.

Blaine sat there and listened very politely when Burt went over all of the house rules with him. Curfew on weekdays was at 8:00pm. Curfew on weekends was 11:00pm. No sleeping in the same room with Kurt without permission (he put extra emphasis on that one). Don't do anything stupid. Don't touch Finn's videogame system (classified as something stupid), or Frankenteen himself might just break his arms off. And now that he was under the Hummel roof, he had to do chores, and yes, Burt and Carole could ground him.

The curly haired teen nodded and said, "Yes sir, got it."

They all finished eating and Kurt looked at Blaine and asked sweetly, "Hun, since you're doing chores now, could you do the dishes for me? Pretty, pretty please?" He then hurried away upstairs before Blaine could protest.

Finn understood what just happened and threw his arms up in victory. "Yes! I don't have dishes!" he exclaimed in glee. He clapped a hand on Blaine's shoulder and said, "Thanks!" then scurried away downstairs to his beloved videogames.

Blaine stood there in shock, unaware of what just happened, and realized that he was trapped with the morning dishes. He didn't mind, though. He wanted to repay the Hummels for their kindness in some way.

Later That Morning

Blaine headed upstairs to find Kurt engrossed in the latest issue of Vogue. He sat down on the bed beside him and asked, "So, what do you want to do today, Kurtsie?"

Kurt playfully smacked him on the head with the magazine and said, "Nothing Blainey Bear, remember I'm still grounded."

The older boy's spirits fell as he remembered his boyfriend's one-month punishment. "Well," he started, trying to be cheery for Kurt. "I'll be grounded with you."

The brunette protested, "You don't have to do that for me. Go, have fun."

Blaine shook his head and said, "What, and go play Call of Duty with Finn? No, thank you. I would much rather cuddle with you in bed and read Vogue."

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine softly. "How did I get so lucky? Seriously, you're the best."

Blaine responded, "No, I'm just totally in love." And it was the truth.

So they the rest of the morning with Kurt wrapped in Blaine's arms as he read most of the magazines in his collection.

That Afternoon

"Aghh! I can't take it anymore!" Kurt raged.

"What?" asked a very bewildered Blaine.

Kurt was now pacing back and forth across the room. "Being locked up here. I seriously have barely left this room except to go to school. This. Is. Torture!"

Kurt had told Blaine all about being back at McKinley. How happy they were to see him and vice versa. He also told him that the jocks still pushed him around, but he really didn't care. He said that Karofsky hadn't tried to bully him once, and although he glared daggers at Kurt, he kept his distance. Kurt also had a feeling he couldn't shake that Karofsky was building up to something. Something very, very bad. Blaine was happy that he would be there in a matter of days to stay by his side and protect him. But he knew that he could count on the members of New Directions to do that for him until he could.

Blaine looked at his antsy boyfriend in sympathy. One time, his dad grounded him for a very long time when he found pictures of shirtless guys in the computer's browser history. "Maybe we can convince your dad to let us go somewhere reasonable and not fun at all. Like the library. Or Rachel's house," he joked.

He was happy to get a smile from Kurt. "He might agree to the library if I tell him I have a huge test to study for, which I really do."

They walked downstairs where Burt was in the recliner watching a basketball game. "Hey Dad," Kurt said as pleasantly as he could. "Could Blaine and I please, please, please walk to the library? I have a huge test in French to study for, and I'm not prepared in the slightest. Please with a chocolate-covered cherry on top?"

Burt looked at them, and thought about it for a long moment. "Okay, I guess that's fine. Just be back home by five. And you better be studying. Got it?"

Kurt squealed and replied, "Yes, Dad, thank you!"

Blaine was wondering why Kurt was so worked up over going to the library to study. But he found himself smiling at the idea of getting out of the house and spending time alone with Kurt, even if it is in a public library.

"Just let me get ready, and then we'll go," Blaine informed him.

Kurt nodded and Blaine went downstairs to the bathroom he shared with Finn. He got dressed in black skinny jeans and a blue form fitting v-neck t-shirt. He then proceeded to brush his teeth and comb his hair. He moved his hand to the side of the sink, where he placed his hair gel. But it was missing. "Kurt!" he shouted upstairs. "Have you seen my hair gel?"

His boyfriend walked downstairs and joined him in the bathroom with a mischievous smirk on his face. "Yes, I have," he prompted.

Blaine gave him a confused look. "Well, where is it?" he asked.

The brunette grinned and said, "I hid it where you will never find it."

The curly haired teen looked back at him. "Um… why?" he asked slowly, very confused.

Kurt ruffled his hair playfully and replied, "Because I like your hair curly, that's why. You shouldn't use gel on it all of the time. It's very hot and sexy the way it is." He then blushed and looked away, very embarrassed about what he just said.

Blaine blushed in return and said, "Well, I guess I can keep it like this if you want." Kurt answered with a grin as Blaine grabbed his signature hot-pink sunglasses and put on his shoes. "Alright, let's go."

They grabbed their school stuff and walked out the front door, after saying goodbye to everyone. It was bright and sunny outside with a slight breeze as Kurt and Blaine walked down the sidewalk with linked hands. They chatted about how nice it was to be out of the house and spending time with each other.

It took them about twenty minutes to make it to the Lima public library. They walked inside and found it
practically empty except for the employees at the front desks. They headed to a couple of chairs in the back corner of the building. Kurt pulled out his French textbook and announced sarcastically, "And now the fun begins."

Blaine chuckled and said, "I've never taken French, so I don't know anything about it, but if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

Kurt nodded and began to work, practicing translations and conjugating verbs. Blaine sat in the chair beside him, looking at a book without really reading it. He was listening to Kurt as he smoothly spoke several French sentences, without any mistake. He didn't know what the hell he was saying, but he knew it sounded sexy.

Blaine waited patiently while Kurt studied, because he knew that he needed to. The fact of the matter was, he was so freaking bored. The library did not have any books that were mildly interesting in the least. He started to hum a Katy Perry song and started drumming some of Kurt's pens on the surface of a book. Kurt slowly turned to him and gave him a stare that told him to be silent or he would be sorry. Blaine surrendered, ceased the humming, and put the pens away. They had been sitting there for almost two hours.

He sighed and looked at the brunette who was deeply gazing at the textbook. "Hey, Kurt…?" he began.

"No, Blaine, I'm not finished yet," Kurt interjected in an annoyed tone. "It was your idea to come here, and you're going to have to deal with it until I am done." He resumed his studying while an annoyed Blaine got up and started roaming the aisles aimlessly. He almost missed having schoolwork of his own to keep him busy. He did this about half an hour, suffering even more from boredom, and peered around the corner at his studying boyfriend. He looked around the library to make sure that no one was around them, and then walked toward Kurt with a sly grin. He gently grabbed the textbook out of Kurt's hands.

"Blaine! What was that for? Give me my book back!" Kurt protested.

Blaine shook his head, moving the book to the side. He was still grinning, except this time more out of fondness for his shocked boyfriend. He slowly moved over to Kurt and got on top of him, straddling the now very shocked brunette. "You. Need. To. Stop. Studying. And. Just. Kiss. Me." He planted a small kiss on Kurt's soft lips after each word.

Kurt looked at him in surprise. "Blaine, there might be people around. What's gotten into you?" he asked wildly.

The dark-haired smiled at the boy beneath him and said, "I've checked. There's no one here. And you know… you are very sexy with a French accent. I just couldn't hold myself back any longer."

Kurt smiled and replied, "Well, you don't need an accent to be sexy."

They stayed like that for a few minutes, with Blaine on top and them kissing slowly. And then Kurt's phone rang. They were both startled and Kurt flipped it open in a dazed frenzy. He answered it with a shaky "Hello?" and Blaine didn't feel it was necessary to get up. He liked the feeling of being so close to Kurt.

Kurt talked on the phone for a minute or so and hung up. "We have to head home now," he informed Blaine.

Blaine groaned and reluctantly got off of his boyfriend. "Alright," he said.

They headed home and didn't say much on the way. They were both a little shy after what had occurred back at the library. Blaine was shocked at himself for making that kind of advance on Kurt. He hoped that he didn't make him uncomfortable. He squeezed Kurt's hand and gave him a smile, which the taller boy happily returned.

When they entered the house again, Kurt's dad eyed them suspiciously. "Kurt," he began in a firm tone. "Why did you sound so nervous on the phone? Were you two doing something that you weren't supposed to?"

Kurt froze and replied, "No, of course not Dad. We were at the library studying away. I promise."

Well, at least he isn't lying. Blaine thought to himself.

Burt Hummel looked at them and nodded. "I believe you, kid. Dinner is in an hour. Make sure you have all of your homework done, because tomorrow's Monday. You have school." He then looked at Blaine and added, "You should be able to get enrolled and everything tomorrow, so you can go Tuesday."

Blaine nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

They went upstairs to Kurt's room. He was being very silent, which concerned Blaine. "Are you okay?" he asked Kurt.

Kurt turned around to him and grinned. "I've never been better. You're here and we're together. We'll be at McKinley together in a matter of days. I can't remember the last time I've ever been this happy."

Blaine smiled widely and gathered Kurt into his arms. "I'm happy too, Kurt. The happiest I've ever been."

Thanks for reading everyone! Have a happy New Year! Just think about all of the Klaine that there will be this year!