Kurt could not believe what was happening. He had always considered himself to be a risk taker, a bold person, and someone who was not afraid to think outside the box – but this … this was crazy. It was so far outside his box, he could scarcely remember what the box even looked like. This was insane … but … somehow, he was aroused; and thus, alarmed.
Oh, God, what am I doing, he thought.
"You are so hot, Kurt," Brittany murmured against his lips.
His eyes widened as he looked up at her. Brittany was lying atop him; they were in the middle of a hot make-out session. Yes. This was definitely insane; and yes, he was definitely aroused.
He knew precisely how he had gotten himself into this situation and he thought he had known how he would react to it but he was not ready for this. He was not supposed to like it.
"Your skin tastes like rainbows," Brittany grinned as she leaned down to kiss his neck.
No. He was not ready for this at all. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting Brittany have her way. His hand slid up her thigh beneath her skirt. His thoughts screamed at him, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, KURT HUMMEL?
He heard his bedroom door open, "oh! It's my dad," he broke the kiss, pushing Brittany off of him. They both sat up beside each other on the couch just as Burt walked down the stairs.
"Kurt, have you seen…" His dad stopped, looking at them in confusion, "Oh. I didn't know you had company over."
"Dad, this is Brittany. Brittany, my dad," Kurt stammered and fixed his hair nervously.
Brittany gave a little wave, "hi Kurt's Dad."
Burt nodded, still confused, "Anyway, I'll let you kids alone." He looked at Kurt and pointed. "Be smart."
"Sure thing, Dad," Kurt's eyes were wide as saucers as he watched his dad leave. He then looked over at Brittany cautiously. She was smiling at him. "Wanna make out again," she waggled.
"Uhh, sure," he said surprising himself. He had no clue what had gotten into him