This made the most awkward situation ever.

Kurt whispered softly to himself as he felt Blaine's first two fingers pushed deep into his ass. The lubricate had become warm, which made it even more pleasant. Kurt was laying on his side, Blaine holding his ass cheek to the side as he moved his two magical fingers in Kurt's fluttering hole.

"I love your fingers.." Kurt breathed out. He leaned up, pulling Blaine in for a swift, short kiss, their lips just ghosting over each other - barely even touching. Blaine moved his lips to Kurt's neck and he started marking the beautiful pale skin with dark, red hickies.

"Gorgeous," Blaine hissed against Kurt's neck, making a shiver go down his spine. The soft, sucking feeling on Kurt's skin made his cock ache even more than it already was, but they had decided not to touch each other this time, except for the actual fingering.

Kurt felt another finger slowly pressing in, and he lay his head back against the pillow with a quiet groan. It felt so hot, and the little soft whimpery moans that came out of his boyfriend's ears right into his ear were amazing.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt moaned out as he suddenly felt a fourth finger go in and he gasped a little. Yes, that stung.. But it was what he wanted. Blaine's arm wrapped around Kurt's torso and he kept peppering little kisses over Kurt's shoulders and neck.

"Relax, baby," Blaine mouthed against Kurt's ear, which made him take a deep breath and relax the muscles in his ass. After a little while, it didn't hurt anymore.

"This is it, baby," Blaine uttered, as he pushed his thumb into Kurt's tight heat, and then formed his hand to a fist slowly, so Kurt would have the time to adjust to it.

Kurt let out a loud moan until they heard the door opening. Kurt's head shot up immediately and the blanket was pulled over them by Blaine, seeing Burt stand in the door opening, wide eyed, staring at his son and his son's boyfriend.

This was awkward.

Burt stood there, doorknob still in his hand, staring at the two boys in the bed, Blaine pulling his hand out slowly, but as quickly as he could, Kurt biting his lip hardly to not let out a moan.

"Can I talk to you boys.. when you're done here?" Burt said awkwardly, fidgeting with his cap a bit before leaving. He knew they'd be down any minute now.

Without saying a word, Kurt and Blaine got ready for going downstairs, dressed up again, cleaned themselves off and made sure that there would be no traces, no smells, no nothing from what they had just done. After that, they went downstairs to find a slightly shocked Burt on the couch. Everyone knew that he was probably traumatized for life - like Blaine liked to say it - and that he was just trying to hide it.

"Boys.. I know you guys are intimate and stuff," Burt started as soon as Kurt and Blaine had both moved their way to sit down across the kitchen table from him. "But.. Not when I'm home."

"We didn't know you were home, dad, I swear-"

"I believe you, Kurt. Just.. Keep in mind next time, okay?" Burt said as he rubbed his head over his slightly red bald head. "I don't want to see that ever again, to be honest.. It was just.. A whole.. No," Burt muttered mostly to himself.

Then someone giggled.

"Blaine!" Kurt spat out, feeling way too nervous himself and laughing softly too. The only one who didn't laugh was Burt, who just stared at the two laughing boys in front of him.

"I do not get the joke, but.. I think it will be my age. Or my sexuality," Burt said quietly, actually trying to make a joke now, which only made Blaine laugh more.

"Stop it!" Kurt hissed with a giggle as they watched Burt get up and he left the room. "I can't believe he actually saw that."

"Me neither."

"I will probably never hear from it again, but I'm sure that image is going to stick with him for a long time," Kurt said, giggling softly.