Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.

A/n: Okay, so I've been slack. I was having a difficult time figuring out how to end this story, but I think I've finally figured it out. I hope you enjoy!

Frankly, exams were a bit of a bitch. And given everything going on in Blaine's life outside of school, he was just praying that his grades would all come back as passing. As soon as graduation was over – which Blaine and Kurt had to stay on campus for because it was tradition that the Warblers perform – the two had packed up their things from the dorm and driven back to Lima in their respective vehicles.

It hadn't exactly been a fun process; Kurt's Navigator had to be loaded down with enough designer clothing to make up three or four fashion shows (which Blaine had to admit was pretty funny considering the fact that they had worn uniforms to class every day) and all of the pictures and posters and things from their walls had to be carefully packed away so they wouldn't get damaged. The whole process was ridiculously tedious and time-consuming, and given the amount of packing Blaine had done in the past few months he was really sick of it before he even got halfway through his packing. But the boys made it home easily enough, and managed to get mostly unpacked before the end of the weekend.

Monday morning came around again too quickly for anyone's liking, which meant that Kurt was going to the shop with his dad to help out a bit so that some of the other mechanics who had kids could take some vacation time without leaving Burt short-handed. Which meant that since McKinley still had another week of school, Blaine either had to get up in the morning and go to the shop with Burt and Kurt or spend the bulk of his day home alone because Carole was working most of the time. Which was why Blaine was up at six AM, dressed in an old pair of jeans and a tee shirt he didn't mind getting dirty.

"You're up early." Blaine smiled slightly as Burt commented on the fact that he'd already gotten up and dressed.

"I was actually thinking I might go to the shop with you and Kurt… do something useful." Blaine busied himself finding something to eat for breakfast as he waited for Burt's response. He hoped that Burt would be willing to let him do something at the shop.

"I'm not sure I have a whole lot you would know how to do…"

"I'm willing to learn. Even if it's just working in the office… I just need something to do, really."

"Well, I guess I could use some help with some of the filing… I usually have Kurt work on all of that for the first couple of days he's back from school. It'll keep you busy for a while, I'm sure." Blaine nodded, smiling slightly as he buttered a piece of toast and grabbed a banana from the bowl. "Make sure to eat a good breakfast, though. And bring yourself a snack or two… it'll be after one before we take a lunch break. I try to keep the shop open while most of the people in town are on their breaks." Blaine nodded as he started eating, wandering around the kitchen to put together a couple of quick, healthy snacks he could put into his bag.

"You're up early." Blaine smiled slightly as Kurt pressed a kiss against his cheek while Burt was sitting on the other side of the room.

"Blaine offered to come help out at the shop…" Burt began.

"He's paying you, right?" Kurt asked. Blaine shrugged.

"Minimum wage, for now. Once he's learned how to do something more than the office work, we can talk about getting something more than that."

"It'll still probably be a better paycheck than my last job. I was the new guy, so I got the days no one else wanted to work. I was lucky to get one day a week…"

"If I have the work and you want to be there, the two of you can come in every day. But when things get slow I'll have to cut the two of you first… the guys all have bills and families."

"I care more about having something to do than having the paycheck…"

"Don't worry too much about it… he just felt like he needed to say that. It doesn't get that slow very often." Blaine nodded, starting to eat his breakfast as Kurt puttered around the kitchen making a cup of coffee. He smiled as the boy put a second cup down next to his plate. "Skim milk, no sugar."

"Thank you." Blaine gently let his head rest against Kurt's shoulder for a moment with a slight smile as he ate his breakfast, offering a bite of his banana to Kurt.

"You need to have something else to eat…"

"I'm not that hungry right now… I was going to just eat something a little later."

"You know what I'm going to say," Kurt replied. Blaine raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"I think I know what I'm doing, Kurt."

"He can take care of himself, kid. Blaine's almost an adult, just like you." Blaine smiled slightly at Burt's comment, watching Kurt roll his eyes.

"I'm just trying to make sure he's okay…"

"And I'm sure he appreciates the thought, but you need to let Blaine watch out for himself for now… he's not always going to have you to watch out for him, and he needs to get used to doing all of this for himself." Blaine felt Kurt reaching down to squeeze his hand.

"He's right… I appreciate the fact that you care, but I might not always have you to look out for me."

"I don't plan on ever leaving you…" Kurt began.

"But we might not end up going to the same college or even end up in the same city for school."

"I would follow you."

"I don't want you to follow me. I want you to be happy, and I want you to go to the school that's right for you. You shouldn't let what I do determine what you'll do." Blaine continued eating his breakfast, hoping that Kurt would understand what he meant. Blaine didn't want to be responsible for Kurt doing anything that might interfere with his plans for the future. "No matter how much we love each other, Kurt, we can't follow each other around. One of us will end up resenting the other, and in the end we'll hate each other because of it. It'll ruin everything."

"I don't want a long-distance relationship…"

"Neither do I… but we can't let that interfere with our lives." Blaine looked up as Burt cleared his throat.

"You boys can finish this conversation later… we need to get to the shop soon if we're going to open on time today. I've got two people coming in first thing before they go to work, and I don't want to make them late."


Being at the shop with Kurt and his dad was definitely preferable to being stuck in the house all day. The filing tasks Burt had given Blaine were easy enough, and Kurt ducked in pretty regularly to say hello or even steal a kiss. The only daunting thing about the whole task was that Burt had really let things pile up and it was going to take Blaine a while to get everything sorted out.

"My dad's a little disorganized…" Kurt commented as he sat on the edge of the desk, eating a sandwich during his lunch break.

"A little?" Blaine scoffed. He smiled as his boyfriend laughed.

"Okay… so as a businessman he's kind of hopeless. But he's a brilliant mechanic. And he has at least kept the shop going all this time, so he's been doing something right."

"I have a feeling that you and your mom have had a lot to do with this… the filing system he uses when you aren't here is a complete mess."

"There is no system… it usually just gets put down wherever I happen to be when I get done with it, because normally I don't have the time or the luxury of having someone to help me with all of this." Blaine turned towards the door as Burt walked in with another invoice to add to one of the stacks. The fact that his boyfriend's father had overheard that was a little embarrassing, although thankfully not nearly as embarrassing as some of the other topics they could have been talking about in the privacy of the office.

"Sorry… I shouldn't have…"

"It's okay… I know I'm a mess. It's why I had Kurt start working for me as soon as he was old enough. I don't even trust my own skills at doing the inventory around here. I'm more concerned with getting the cars fixed. The business side of things is a necessary evil…" Blaine nodded, going back to the stack of papers he was working on while he ate. "When you get done with lunch, I have a couple of errands you boys can go run. We're nearly out of drinks for the fridge in the lobby, and I need you to run yesterday's deposit to the bank."

"No problem… we'll take care of it after lunch." Blaine watched as Burt started to walk out of the room.

"Oh, and Blaine… you don't have to work while you eat. Take a real break." Blaine nodded, putting down the paperwork that he had been working on.

"I told you that you didn't have to do that… technically you're not supposed to, anyway. You're supposed to be taking a break." Blaine leaned back in his chair. "You're doing a good job, for what it's worth. It's not the easiest thing to figure out the filing system from scratch, and this office is always a big mess."

"I'm just doing what I was asked to do." Blaine ate a few more bites of his lunch as they sat there in a comfortable silence. After a few minutes, Blaine sighed. "We should probably get moving… I still have a lot to do this afternoon."

"You do realize that he's giving us this task so that we can get out of here for a couple of hours, right? Besides, you have all summer to get it figured out and finish all of this. A bit of time off this afternoon isn't going to make that much difference." Blaine was surprised when Kurt stood up and walked over from his place on the couch to where Blaine was seated in the desk chair. The countertenor perched himself in the chair so that he was sitting on Blaine's lap without really putting all of his weight on the older boy.

"Anyone could walk in right now…"

"And if they do? All of the guys know I'm gay, and I'm pretty sure they've figured out that you're actually my boyfriend."

"Your dad could walk in again."

"We're on our lunch breaks. Besides, I'm pretty sure he expects things like this to happen every once in a while. We are teenaged boys, after all…" Blaine couldn't help but smile as Kurt leaned over and pressed a kiss against his lips, even if he was still a little nervous about everything.

"That doesn't mean it's okay for us to be careless…"

"It's just a kiss." Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt leaned in again. "Or two."

"Or three," Blaine replied, leaning in to kiss Kurt on his own this time. They continued kissing for a few moments, neither boy particularly wanting to stop and both knowing that they had to keep it PG because anyone could walk in at any moment.

"Three is a very good number," Kurt joked, pulling away after a moment. "See? No harm done."

"So maybe you're right and I should relax a little bit…"

"You need to do a lot of relaxing, babe. Sometimes I feel like you think you have to make my dad like you."

"I am the boyfriend here… it's kind of normal for me to be at least a little afraid of your father," Blaine began.

"Except for the fact that you live with us, and my family loves you. If we hadn't already been practically dating when you moved in, I would have thought of you like a brother."

"If we hadn't practically been dating, would your parents have let me move in? I mean, if we hadn't been so close to each other. Because most people wouldn't have just taken in a random kid they barely knew."

"You weren't just some random kid, Blaine."

"But what if I had been? What if things had been different? I didn't have anywhere else to go…"

"Yes, you did. You had Wes and David… and honestly, probably all of the other Warblers, too. You had a lot of friends who would have been there for you even if we hadn't met. Because you might not see it, but you're really important. To a lot of people." Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. "We should probably get moving. Those errands aren't going to do themselves…"

"If only they were asexual…"


Blaine wasn't really sure what he was doing here. He hadn't told Kurt or his father where he was going – they thought that he was going to see Nick. And he was… but first he had to deal with his father's family.

"I wasn't expecting to see you today, Blaine." Blaine looked up and sighed at the sound of his father's voice.

"I can't do this. I've thought about it, and I've made the decision… I don't want to be involved in this campaign mess. I can't deal with any more drama and stress than I already have on my plate."

"Why don't you come inside, and we'll talk about all of this."

"I don't particularly want to talk about it," Blaine replied. "I'm not going to change my mind about this, no matter what you say."

"We do at least need to talk about how we're going to handle all of this. Without you being forced into that spotlight."

"I didn't know there was anything else to discuss," Blaine replied. He crossed his arms, standing his ground. "I figured this was over if I said no."

"You're my son. You're their half-brother… I'm not going to stop you from seeing them if that's what you want."

"But your wife…"

"Is on board with whatever you choose." Blaine looked past his father as he heard the woman's voice. "I was wrong, Blaine. I shouldn't have kept you away from us for so long. And I'm sorry for the pain that my decisions caused you. So we're going to make this right."

"How can you possibly make this right?"

"That's what we're going to figure out. Together. As a family."