A/N: Okay. So, this is my very first story to ever post on here. I'm kind of nervous about it, so for those of you who actually decide to read it, first of all thank you, and secondly, please be gentle
"I love you." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear.
Kurt was too preoccupied with trying to get Blaine's shirt off to respond.
Blaine pressed his lips to the other's, trying to keep him from pulling away too soon.
The pair had backed up into a corner. The Beatles' "Blackbird" filled the room from the stereo. It was practically pitch black in Kurt's bedroom, aside from the slight trace of moonlight streaming in from the window.
Kurt's grey-blue eyes were pale as he took in Blaine's expression. Love. Blaine was in love. And Kurt had everything to do with it.
Kurt couldn't help but want to kiss every inch of his boyfriend, watching his smile grow with every one.
"My dad is going to kill me for this." Kurt made note as he slowed down to guide Blaine over to his bed.
"He'll probably kill me, actually. But, I don't care." Blaine came back with.
Kurt laughed as he pulled Blaine down to him.
Kurt's father wasn't exactly appreciative of the idea of Blaine staying over, and it was for this reason alone. However, the pair had been left to an empty house for the night, perhaps without the realization from his father. Sneaking Blaine through Kurt's 2nd floor window had been the easy part.
Making him leave in the morning would be much worse.
Part 1: Blackbird.
Blaine shot awake after sensing the emptiness of the other side of the bed. A note on Kurt's pillow had been all that was there. It read:
Blaine. Last night was amazing, but I can't help but feel bad about betraying my parents' trust like we did. I had to go run a few errands, so if you could just show yourself out before my dad gets home, that would be great. I'll call you later. -Kurt.
"That's it?" Blaine murmured to himself. He figured that after how well things had gone the night before that Kurt would be all over him. But instead, he was kicking him out. At least, his note was.
Disappointed, Blaine simply gathered his things together, and after hunting for it, slipped his shirt back on, and walked downstairs and out the door.
He then realized that he had no car. Maybe the walk will do me some good.
Then, he saw Burt drive by in the family car. He was lucky to not have been seen by Finn as he and his mother stepped out of the car as well. Blaine swore that he looked right at him.
Getting on the bad side of Kurt's 6'3'' brother would probably be a bad idea.
Blaine felt used. Kurt could one day be the perfect boyfriend, and then the next, he'd seem to avoid Blaine at all costs. He hadn't even told him he loved him. Something Blaine had taken care of weeks before. It wasn't so much the fact that he hadn't said it. It was more the fact that he didn't seem to care.
Kurt was torn. He loved Blaine, more than he ever thought was possible, but how was he supposed to tell him that and then turn right around and say his father wouldn't approve. He'd always been able to accept the fact that Kurt was gay, but why should he push it with a serious boyfriend. Blaine was no secret to Kurt's family, but he wasn't exactly the height of all topics at the dinner table.
His heart couldn't be at ease until he and his family were more comfortable talking about the subject. He couldn't settle down. Not yet, anyway.
There had to be a way for Blaine to understand that. But how? He had to call him.
The tone rang a final time, leading Kurt to Blaine's inbox.
"Blaine. It's Kurt. But, I guess you knew that…uh. Anyway. I wanted to apologize for leaving you alone this morning. I was being a coward. And I was being stupid. I just don't know how to approach my father about you. Okay? I mean, last night. Last night was incredible. I don't regret a single second of it, and I hope you don't either. Listen I can't be saying this to your voicemail. Can you just call me when you get this? Please? Goodnight."
"Who ya talking to?" Burt made an abrupt appearance in Kurt's doorway, causing Kurt to jump a bit.
"No one, actually. Blaine's voicemail." Kurt hesitated to answer.
"How are things going with you two?"
Kurt couldn't have been more surprised to hear his father ask. Things were going great, at least that's what he thought.
"Is there something you're not telling me?"
"What do you mean? No. Not that I know of." Kurt's nerves were shaken.
"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, across the street, were enjoying a relaxing night on their porch last night when they saw a boy, about your age, crawling in your window. Care to explain?"
Kurt hid his face to keep his embarrassment to himself. "Blaine. It was Blaine. He came over last night."
"Huh. Interesting. Why didn't he just use the front door?"
"Because, Dad. I was afraid of what would happen if you saw him. You hate when he's over. Especially if you're not at home. What am I supposed to do? Never see him?"
Burt simply left the room at that point. He wouldn't stand up to the questions his son had laid out for him. Truth was he was scared, too.