"You boys are adults now," Carole said confidently to her sons. "I'm not going to write up a list of rules, but that being said, I'm not going to come home and save your butts if they land in jail?"
Kurt chuckled. "What are you talking about? Have Finn and I ever gotten into trouble?"
"You haven't!" Carole said, widening her eyes knowingly. "But Finn here has shown me that he has no problem breaking the law."
"What? That's crazy…" Finn said nervously.
"Don't play dumb. I still remember when you slashed the tires of all those range rovers…"
"That was Puck's idea," Finn mumbled.
Carole rolled her eyes, and reached out for her son, taking him in a reluctant hug. "And I know you've grown up. But being alone in this house all summer is a big deal. It's not like Burt and I can just be home in ten minutes if something goes wrong. D.C. is a long ways away."
"Carole!" Kurt cried exhaustedly. "We'll be fine. Don't worry about it." He walked over to his step-mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Now go! The cab's waiting. You're going to miss your flight."
Carole smiled one last time at her boys before heading out the door. Kurt and Finn waited five minutes before yanking out their phones.
Kurt did a little twirl, leaning against the counter near the sink. "Blaine…do you want to come over?"
"Rachel…yeah…they're gone?" Finn said, walking out of the room for a little privacy.
Suddenly, the basement door opened and Sam Evans emerged into the kitchen, rubbing sleep into his eyes. He chuckled at Kurt as he went over to the fridge, pulling it open. He grabbed a carton of milk and sipped it cautiously, then made a face.
"Yep, this is bad…" He went over to the sink and started to dump it out.
Kurt lowered his phone to his shoulder and whispered to Sam. "Did you seriously just wake up?" It was nearly 1 PM. Sam just smiled charmingly, crushing the empty milk carton in his hands. Kurt shook his head disapprovingly and brought his phone back to his ear. "No…sorry, I was talking to Sam," He told his boyfriend, walking away from the counter. "Yeah, I thought he was going back to Kentucky for the summer too," Kurt said loudly, so that Sam would hear him.
Sam followed Kurt, and yelled in the direction of his mouthpiece. "This was the only way I could keep my Breadsticks job,"
Kurt wrinkled his nose, not enjoying Sam yelling in his face. He re-focused his attention on Blaine. "But seriously, though, you need to come over …" His eyes widened in excitement. "Okay…see you then…"
He hung up, and let out a sigh. The pieces of a perfect summer were falling into place. "So," He said lightly, watching Sam drink straight out of a jug of orange juice. It was kind of sick how truly at home Sam made him self in the Hudson-Hummel house. "What are you up to today?"
"Working until close…" Sam shrugged. "Do you have the day off?"
Kurt had been working excessive hours at the Lima Bean to earn some spending money for when he and Rachel went off to NYADA in the fall. He'd requested off the day of Carole's departure to meet his Dad in the capital because he knew he'd want to celebrate his newfound freedom. "Yeah, but I work in the morning. Blaine starts rehearsals at six flags tomorrow too, so this is sort of an opportunity for us to…you know…catch up on reality television without interruption."
"I get it," Sam winked, fully believing that 'reality television' was a euphemism. "Well it's a good thing I'll be out of your way."
Kurt just rolled his eyes and headed out of the room to get ready for his special day with his boyfriend, he passed Finn on his way.
"Dude, how late were you up last night?" Finn laughed at Sam. "You were asleep forever!"
"And you're surprised?" Sam wondered. He'd been living with Finn for six months. He should've realized by now that Sam was a night owl.
Before Finn could answer, the doorbell rang. Finn assumed it was Rachel.
"Well, that was fast," He was pleasantly surprised. Maybe she'd used her sixth sense and was already on her way over to surprise him.
Finn started toward the front door. Kurt met him in the foyer, thinking it was his own significant other at the door. It was neither.
"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked disgustedly at the two people waiting on the front stoop.
"Word on the street is you guys are on your own for the whole summer," Noah Puckerman grinned deviously.
"I told you not to tell him," Finn scolded Santana, who was crossing her arms next to him.
"It's inevitable, Finn," She told him gently. "Your house is going to be our party house this summer. Deal with it."
The rebels pushed passed the two brothers, letting themselves in. Finn and Kurt eyed each other unsurely, but for reasons neither of them could come up with, they didn't throw their friends out.