Kurt ran a hand through his hair, allowing it to stick in all directions but not really caring for once. He needed to shower, anyway -and go through his regular skin care and personal hygiene- but that could wait. Kurt loved soaring in the morning-after-love-making high that he always felt after a night with Blaine.
It was so much more amazing last night than it had been any other recent time -and all those times were much more than satisfactory. But fate had been kind last night, everyone else in his family's schedules resulting in a coincidental 2 hours when nobody but Kurt (and Blaine) was home. Two hours; two wonderful hours of nothing but sweet kisses and gentle fucking, love deeper than anything either boy had ever felt controlling their every gesture and whisper.
Eventually, he needed to reluctantly get out of bed, donning his satin robe and tying it tight to his body. No one in his family needed to be traumatized by not only his naked body but also by the multitude of bruises left by Blaine's teeth on his skin. These bruises didn't hurt, though. Not like the ones from years of abuse he'd been forced to swallow at school. Those bruises were still there, on his sides and his back where nobody who wasn't trusted to see them could. Those were the bruises that still hurt sometimes, stinging under pressure. But even the most terrible were soothed by the loving carress of Blaine's hands.
A shower, a half hour of moisturization on autopilot, and a bit of cover-up to a bite on his collarbone -applied with a smirk- later, Kurt dressed himself in "home clothes"; his usual fashion sense applied to a more casual outfit. Then down to the kitchen for breakfast.
Nothing like toast after sex, but no bread. Damn.
Kurt opted for a hard-boiled egg instead. Healthier, anyway. While the water was boiling, he couldn't help but wonder what Blaine might be doing right now -his mind always wandered back to his beloved boyfriend.
He let the egg gently plop into the bubbling water, mind now turning to more ideas for Blaine's upcoming bithday celebration. Sure, it was still several weeks away, but Kurt wanted Blaine's 17th birthday to be special. The boy deserved the world, but a surprise party would have to make do for now.
Breakfast passed in peace and eerie silence. Then again, Kurt was the only morning person in the household, but even he didn't get up particularly early this morning. Maybe they had conspired to sleep til noon, letting Kurt fend for himself for -what, an hour?
The doorbell rang, and Kurt sprang up to get it. Maybe Blaine was stopping by for a surprise visit. Of course, Kurt was already in his robe, but he wouldn't be able to let things get too heated.
He turned the knob, irrationally awaiting a greeting of little kisses, and felt an horrible disappointment when there were just two men standing at the door.
"Whatever you're selling, I don't want it." Though salesmen didn't usually come in pairs. Weren't they usually territorial?
"Curtis Hummel?" One of the men asked in a gravelly voice.
Kurt cringed at his own name. It took him a moment to realize why they were probably here, and he scowled. "If you're here to preach to me about the 'error of my illegitimate lifestyle,' trust me, I get enough of that. And no, I'm not converting. And if I were you, I'd realize your own error in believing in the existence of some higher being before you come to realization and are horribly, horribly disappointed."
Both men reached into the inner pockets of their jackets. Kurt's eyes widened as their police badges were revealed. "And you want me why?" he asked carefully, color draining from his face. Kurt had never done anything wrong in his life -okay, he wasn't always the easiest person to get along with, but he only bitched people out in self-defense.
"Put your hands behind your back, sir."
Kurt almost elicited a high-pitched sqeak, but it got caught somewhere in his throat. "W-What? Am I under arrest?"
One of the men latched onto his shoulder and forcefully spun him around. The other grabbed his wrists and shoved them into handcuffs. Kurt tried not to cry out for help.
No, Blaine, we are never trying this out.
"Curtis Hummel, you're under arrest for the statutory rape of Blaine Anderson…"
Statutory what?