AN: Okay, readers! This is the beginning of my first Klaine story. This will be written as a continuation from my one-shot "Bruises", but it can also be read as a stand-alone, cause you haven't really missed anything except boy kisses. (but wouldn't you want to read that..?) I've been wanting to write about Klaine's summer, and this will be it. Full of drama, romance, maybe a little angst, who knows. This short chapter is just some good ol' fun, though. Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Darren Criss, Chris Colfer, or my own laptop, unfortunately.
Kurt grunted and rolled over in his bed, and opened his eyes to be face to face with...Blaine? His eyes widened and he shot up, wondering how he got in this situation. The older boy was still sound asleep, with an arm hanging off the bed and another...draped across Kurt's waist. Then, the memories from last night flooded through his mind, bringing a smile to his face. Blaine had seen his bruises, he had kissed him, and they had become...boyfriends. Kurt giggled at the word and gazed longingly at the boy he thought he'd only dream of having. After much more kissing, they finally cuddled together and watched one of their favorite movies, Moulin Rouge. After going through last nights events Kurt then realized that his father had no idea about his new boyfriend. Burt thought they were just friends! Little did he know, that they were definitely not and may have had a heated makeout session or two in Kurt's bedroom. Kurt sighed and nudged Blaine, who just moaned and pulled a pillow onto his head.
"Blaine. Wake up." Kurt whispered, pushing the boy gently.
"BLAINE!" He yelled into his ear, causing the curly haired singer to finally roll over and reveal a goofy grin.
"Hi." Blaine said, staring at the boy next to him.
"Hi. Blaine, we have a problem." Kurt said, trying to ignore the gaze his boyfriend was giving him. Blaine rubbed his eyes and sighed.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Blaine said, causing Kurt to blush at the petname.
"My dad still thinks we're just friends."
Kurt said, biting his lip. Blaine's eyes widened after realization hit him.
"Oh. Well we'll just going to have to tell him soon..." He trailed off, scratching his head.
"He's going to freak out, knowing we had to have gotten together last night. In MY room. What if he thinks we..." Kurt didn't finish, Blaine knowing what he meant.
"Well we didn't. He'll be fine...Kurt...right?" Blaine asked, needing reassurance. He was not looking forward to telling his now boyfriends father about their relationship. The man was intimidating thinking they were just friends, but now it's totally different. Kurt could see the nervousness on Blaine's face and leaned down to leave a chaste kiss on his forehead, forgetting he could now kiss him whenever he wants.
Blaine blushed immediately, reaching a hand to caress Kurt's cheek.
"Yeah. I think he'll be fine." Kurt smiled, before pecking the boy he loved on the lips.
Several minutes later the boys had dressed and heard Kurt's step-mother, Carole call them down for breakfast. They both walked hand in hand into the kitchen. Carole was making Burt's plate, who was sitting at the table when they both looked up to see the boys intertwined fingers. Burt raised an eyebrow and sat down the coffee cup that was at his lips down slowly.
"Kurt...what is this?" He asked hesitantly. Kurt cleared his throat and glanced nervously at the boy beside him before speaking.
"Dad...me...we're, me and Blaine are..." He squeaked, suddenly feeling a little fearful of his own father. Blaine then opened his mouth to finish.
"Together, sir. Last night, I realized my feelings for your son and we're boyfriends now. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Hummel." Blaine said, smiling nervously.
"So..uhm..you guys didn't..?" Burt asked, afraid to hear the answer.
"No! Dad, no..." Kurt answered honestly, still feeling uncomfortable about the situation. Forgetting about her presence, Carole spoke up,
"Aw that's wonderful Kurt! Now come on boys, breakfasts getting cold. Is my son still asleep? I'll go get him." Carole said hurriedly before rushing up the stairs, leaving the three alone. Kurt took a seat across from his father, with Blaine sitting next to him.
"So...this isn't some..fling? Right?" Burt asked, still unsure of this Blaine kid. Blaine immediately shook his head, grasping Kurt's hand underneath the table.
"No, of course not sir. I care for Kurt, very, very much." Blaine answered honestly, looking at Burt for any signs of anger, like perhaps tossing him out the nearby window. Kurt's cheeks turned crimson, and he was suddenly finding interest in the stack of blueberry pancakes next to him.
"Okay. Good." Burt said before going back to his meal. After a few silent moments Finn trudged into the kitchen with Carole following behind him.
"Dude! I got barely any sleep last night from all that loud moaning from your bedroom, Kurt!" Finn complained, grabbing the carton of orange juice. Realizing what Finn just said Burt began choking on his pancakes and both Kurt and Blaine turned a deep red, beyond humiliated.
"Finn! Sit down and be quiet." Carole instructed, her son quickly obliging orders.
"Dad, it...it wasn't..." Kurt hurriedly tried explaining.
"I know son. Just...be careful. Okay?" Kurt nodded and toyed with his food, losing appetite. Blaine looked around the room nervously before doing the same.
Well, this morning can't get any more interesting.
Or can it?
AN: Hope you liked this one. New chapter in a couple days, I can't usually update during the weekends, but I'll try! :)