Kurt pouted. The fake kind of pout, the one that was entirely a joke, but Blaine submitted anyway.
"Fine! fine, you win. What do you want, you have me waving my white flag." Blaine chuckled and touched Kurt's hand. It had been a really good date.
"My demands are very simple," Kurt began, dropping the fake persona. " I want the complete Mark Jacobs fall collection, a VIP ticket to see Gaga, and a pony." Blaine chuckled. "I'll work on that. What can I do for you in the mean time?" Kurt smiled.
"I'll settle for a goodnight kiss." Kurt smiled. Blaine drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, and craned his neck to see if Burt was looking out the window. Kurt's house was at least 20 feet from where they were parked, but Blaine could almost feel Burt's eyes on him.
" I couldn't possibly." Blaine laughed at Kurt's request. Kurt leaned in anyway. "We'll be out here forever." Blaine put his hand on Kurt's cheek, scooting closer. "And," Blaine continued, mouth so close to Kurt's his breath was tickling his lips, " Your dad will be mad at me."
Kurt leaned in for the kill, smiling, and Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist. Who ever invented bench seats was a genius. Blaine no longer cared how old his car was.
When they pulled back for air, Blaine kept it up. "I Couldn't possibly kiss you. You'll miss curfew. You'll-" Kurt cut him off with his mouth and they played another round. Kurt's hand on the back of Blaine's neck, Blaine's legs hopelessly tangled between the floor of the passenger seat, and the pedals. He didn't seam to care.
As Kurt moved closer, Blaine's hand slipped under the back of Kurt's shirt. And then they vibrated. Blaine groaned. "You're damn phone, It's suck a coc-"
Kurt slapped a hand over Blaine's mouth so hard it almost hurt. "Hey DAD." Kurt looked pointedly at Blaine. Blaine chuckled through Kurt's hand.
He was too busy mock-licking Kurt's palm to notice that Kurt looked worried. He only notice when Kurt held up a single finger. Blaine blinked, brows drawing together. He could hear Burt on the line.
'You...come inside. Both of ya.' the iphone spilled into the silent car. "Why?" Kurt asked. 'I just... I have to talk to Blaine.' Blaine felt the same pang of fear that he felt when a cop was behind him on the road.
"Dad, if is the 'Break his heart I'll break your face' talk, You've already told him all of that. Remember? You threatened him with a tire iron."Kurt half smiled to himself. Blaine wasn't smiling.
"Just,come in. Please."