The last chapter (for the forseeable future, anyhow) of this little 'verse. Hope you enjoy :)

The usual stuff about how I don't own anything.


"Maybe we should…stop."

"Why? I've waited all day for this."

"Because your dad, Finn and Carole will be back any minute."

"Nope," Kurt said with a grin, pressing light kisses under Blaine's jaw. "Dad and Carole are going to D.C. tonight. They left before you got here. And Finn's 'staying the night at Puck's house'."

"So he's round Rachel's?" Blaine asked.

"Exactly. We have the house to ourselves."

"In that case then…" Blaine grinned mischievously, perfectly matching Kurt's expression, and rolled over on the couch so that he pinned Kurt into the cushions, straddling his hips.

"I think I like where this is going," Kurt murmured as Blaine sucked softly at his earlobe. Blaine didn't reply, instead choosing to continue his ministrations and endeavouring to leave bruises and bite marks on as many inches of Kurt's pale skin as possible.

He was still going strong, his tongue dipping into Kurt's bellybutton, when the doorbell rang.

"Kurt," called Finn's muffled voice, "can you let me in? I forgot my key."

"Shit," Kurt muttered. "You have to hide."

"What?"

"You have to hide!" Kurt hissed, pulling on one of the t-shirts that had fallen to the floor.

"Where? In your wardrobe?"

"Don't be silly, there's no room in my wardrobe." Finn knocked on the door again. "Hide in the bathroom!"

"But what if Finn goes in there?"

"Just go! He has his own!" Kurt said, shooing Blaine up the stairs. He hid in the behind the bathroom door, leaving it open to stop Finn becoming suspicious, just as Kurt opened the front door.

"Who were you talking to, Kurt?" Finn asked. It sounded like he was hanging up a coat.

"No one."

"I heard voices." It seemed like today was one of Finn's perceptive days.

"I was on the phone to Mercedes. On speaker phone. Why are you home?"

"Rachel kicked me out."

"Did you break up again?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God. Just…move on, Finn, please. I adore Rachel, truly I do, but this to-ing and fro-ing is driving everyone mad."

"I don't know, man…I love her." Finn's dejected-sounding voice became quieter as he moved away from the stairs, probably into the kitchen. Light footsteps indicated that Kurt was following him.

After what felt like several long moments, Kurt and Finn moved back into the living room, close enough to the stairs that Blaine could hear what they were saying.

"Kurt, whose shirt are you wearing?"

"Mine, obviously."

"But it's too small, and there's a hole in it."

"Shit," Blaine muttered, pressed against the wall behind the bathroom door.

"It's…it's an old shirt. I grew out of it."

"Oh. Okay."

Finn didn't seem inclined to pry anymore, and Blaine soon heard his footsteps on the stairs. He held his breath, certain that just that quiet sound would give him away. Finn walked right past the bathroom however, the door of his room clicking shut behind him.

Blaine decided that this would be a good moment to quietly extricate himself and creep back downstairs.

Kurt jumped when he noticed Blaine behind him. "Don't do that."

"You're wearing my shirt," Blaine said, rubbing the worn material between his thumb and forefinger. "I like it."

"Well, I'll have to keep it 'til Monday at least; even Finn'll notice something if I sit down to dinner with him wearing a different shirt without going upstairs to get one. "

"I wouldn't object to you keeping it."

"And I don't think I'll mind much either. You ought to put my shirt on, though, before you leave." One of Kurt's fingers idly traced Blaine's exposed collarbone.

"Kurt, do you know where I left my algebra textbook?" Finn shouted, barrelling down the stairs so fast that Blaine didn't even have the time to move a muscle. His arms were wrapped around Kurt's waist when Finn walked in, with Kurt's hands pressed against his bare chest.

"Kurt, have you- Oh. Um. Okay."

Kurt sighed. "Hello, Finn." He didn't even seem to want to try to come up with a story to explain why he was tucked up against Blaine Anderson's naked chest.

"You – what – Anderson?"

"Yes, Finn."

"But you hate him!"

Kurt just raised his eyebrows.

"Well, okay, no, but…how long has this been going on?"

"And do you really think that's any of your business?" Kurt asked, turning around in Blaine's arms to glare at his step-brother.

Finn stuttered incoherently for a moment. "I'll tell Burt!" he said. "He won't like it, Blaine rides a motorbike."

Kurt folded his arms. "Right, you'll tell my dad about me dating Blaine, and then I'll tell him that you've been sneaking around behind his and your mom's backs to have sex with Rachel."

Finn blanched, turning white. Kurt smiled smugly, seemingly confident that he'd gotten the better of him.

"I don't like him," Finn said petulantly. "He keeps looking at you like he wants to eat you. And he looks at your ass all the time."

"I'm dating him; why would that be a problem?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"I'm not asking you to like him," Kurt continued, "I'm asking you to shut up and go away."

Finn grumbled a little more, but in the end he darted into the living room pretty quickly. Blaine turned Kurt around, pulling him closer.

"You're quite scary when you're angry," he said.

"Oh really?"

"Yes. It's very sexy." Kurt let out a high-pitched giggle as Blaine mouthed along his jaw.

"Excuse me!" Finn shouted. "I can still hear you!"