Day 4 – Wouldn't It Be Nice

"Oohhh, Blaine," Kurt moaned, happily arching his head back to give Blaine better access to that spot on his neck.

They'd been making out hot and heavy in the back seat of the car for the past fifteen minutes. The windows were fogged up, and Kurt just knew his hair was completely destroyed. Not that he cared.

"God, Kurt, you're so hot," Blaine murmured, his lips wet and warm against Kurt's skin.

Kurt hummed in response, reaching that point where he had trouble putting words together. Blaine smiled to himself – he loved when Kurt got like this. He slipped his hand down behind Kurt's lower back, right up under his shirt to rub across his skin, and then…

Beep…beep…beep

"Dammit!" Kurt cursed aloud, fumbling between the seats and punching blindly at his phone until the offensive alarm stopped.

Blaine dropped his head to Kurt's shoulder and groaned. "I knew we should have left the movie early," he complained.

The two took a moment to calm their breathing, and their pulses, and, well, other things. "Come on," Blaine finally said, patting Kurt on the shoulder and lifting himself off of him. Both sat back up and began trying to make themselves presentable. Kurt tied Blaine's bowtie for him, and Blaine straightened Kurt's collar, pulling it up to cover the mark he'd left behind.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, tucking his shirt into his pants quickly.

"Yeah, babe?" Blaine replied, feeling around on the floor for his left shoe, which had somehow come off.

"Remember when we were teenagers and wished that we were old enough to do whatever we wanted?" he said drily.

Blaine chuckled knowingly. "Oh, yeah. We wouldn't have to worry about curfew, or rushing home so your dad wouldn't kill me – things like that?"

"Exactly. And we were going to have sex whenever we wanted."

"I remember," Blaine said fondly.

"Well then, what happened?" Kurt continued, opening the door and sliding out, holding it as Blaine did the same.

"We grew up, and realized that it didn't really work that way," he remarked, kissing Kurt lightly on the cheek. "Now hurry up, before your dad kills me."

"Dad, we're back," Kurt called out softly as they entered the house, not wanting to make too much noise. The couple walked hand-in-hand through to the living room, where they found Burt camped out on the couch watching a sports report.

"'Bout time," Burt grumbled good-naturedly. "I was about to come out there and turn the hose on you two." He eyed Kurt carefully, sighing when he caught sight of his neck. "The least you could do is wait to get out of the view of the neighbors before defiling my son, Anderson," he quipped, barely hiding a smirk.

Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine blushed, looking at the floor. "Dad, we've been married six years. I think we left my 'defiling' behind a while ago," Kurt retorted, causing Blaine to bury his face in Kurt's shoulder. "And it's Anderson-Hummel, thank you very much."

"Fine, fine," Burt responded, rising from the couch and clearly not wanting to continue a conversation about his son's sex life, no matter how old or married he was. "I'm going to bed. The baby went to bed without a peep a couple hours ago. She's all yours," He said, handing the baby monitor to Kurt. "Try to keep it down, you two," he called over his shoulder as he headed for his bedroom.

"This has been a lovely trip, and I'm glad we were able to get out for date night, but I'm never going to be able to show my face in this house again," Blaine said, his voice muffled since his face was pressed into Kurt's shoulder.

"Oh, how the tables have turned. Are you turning into a baby penguin on me now?" Kurt teased. He took Blaine's hand and led him towards his old bedroom. "We can't have that. Come on, husband of mine. Let's see how much I can defile you before the baby wakes up."

A/N: "Wouldn't it be nice if we were older?" Maybe…maybe not!