Warning: I've changed the rating for this chapter to M. If you don't want to read the M part, but still want to read the first part of the chapter there is no M before the break.


Blaine is surprised to find Kurt at the shop on Friday, dressed in coveralls, and frankly, looking pretty fucking adorable in them, and pretty sexy too. He's turned away from him, and Blaine takes the opportunity to check out the way the fabric stretches over his ass, not leaving anything to the imagination. He puts the wrench he was using down, and wipes the grease from his hands before going over to greet him.

"I didn't know you were going to be here today!" Kurt whips around, a smile forming as soon as he sees Blaine. The shorter man leans in slightly, giving Kurt time to pull away if he doesn't want to, but instead Kurt inches forward connecting their lips in a chaste kiss.

"Mhm, I usually work on Fridays, Tommy usually takes Fridays off so he can take his daughter to her basketball games, so I help out where I can."

"I think I have a new favorite day of the week," he says cheekily, taking the hand he'd taken a hold of and swinging it between them. He dropped it not a few seconds later when he heard a gruff, "ahem," from behind him.

Burt. Shit. He's totally gonna fire me isn't he?

"Jeez, both of ya need to lighten up a bit. You look like you've seen a ghost or something'," The two younger men are silent, blushes high on both of their cheeks. They both sputter for words, but stop when Burt begins to laugh, whole-heartedly. "Blaine can I steal Kurt for a second?"

Why the hell is he asking my permission? "O-of course sir."

"Burt," the older man corrects.

Blaine nodded, "Right, Burt, I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry kid," He says clapping him on the shoulder, before he drags Kurt off to his office. Blaine turns back to the car he was working on, trying to distract himself from wonder what the hell they are talking about.

Kurt takes a seat in front of his dads desk, his dad taking the seat across from him, feeling like he's about to be interrogated. He squirms in the very uncomfortable chair, until he notices the little boy in the corner with the curly hair looking at him adoringly.

"Hi, Kurt!" The boy says turning from his toys, running to Kurt and climbing onto his lap. He can't stop the smile from spreading on his face, even though he's kind of losing it on the inside, he just can't help it. This kid is just too sweet.

"Hi, Declan! Do you like hanging out with my dad in his office?" The three year old shakes his head enthusiastically.

"It's super fun, and I have a lot of toys to play with here! And Burt takes me all over town on errands! And sometimes we even go out for lunch!"

"Wow, that sounds awesome!"

"It is!"

"I used to spend a lot of time in here too, ya know?" The little boys smile brightens, as if spending time in a crappy tire shop office is some sort of secret club that only he and Kurt get to be a part of. And when you're a kid, what's cooler than getting to do things others can't?

"Really?"

"Yeah, I came here everyday after school. I did my homework at this desk," he says, rubbing a hand over the dark hard wood. Declan turns to do the same. "I was much older than you though."

Declan's face screws up into thought for a moment before he asks, "do you think I could do my homework here when I'm as old as you were?" Kurt risks a glance at his dad, who's smiling softly at the exchange between the two boys.

"I hope so, little man." Declan smiles and scrambles off his lap to return to playing with his toys, forcing Kurt to really face Burt. "So…" he tries.

"So, you're seeing Blaine then?"

"I am," he says matter of factly, because if he's going to tell him, he's not going to let his father think that his opinion is going to deter him. He likes Blaine. He really does, and he likes Declan too. He wants to get to know both of them better. He's worried when his dad doesn't say anything for a few seconds, but then Burt is nodding his head slightly, smiling warmly at his son and Kurt feels a little of the tension melt out of his shoulders.

"He's a good kid. Hard worker. He'll be good for you, Kurt." Kurt is kind of shocked if he's honest. His dad has never said anything really positive about any of his other boyfriends. But he can't really blame him. They were all douche bags that he ended up dumping after only a few weeks of dating. And he hasn't had a real boyfriend since sophomore year.

"Really?"

Burt's smile turns a little bit softer, "yes, really."

"So… you're not gonna fire him or anything, right?" Burt actually guffaws at that.

"Come on, kid, give me a little credit. You should know I wouldn't do something shi-crappy like that," he says catching himself before he swears in front of Declan. "As long as it doesn't affect your work when you're both here, I have absolutely no problem with it, but I know Blaine wouldn't jeopardize this job, so it's all fine with me."

"I- thanks, dad. I'm sorry; I just didn't want anything to happen to him. He's already been through so much and I couldn't be the cause of another bad thing happening to him," he looks back at the little boy sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, making the grumbling noises of a truck, and smiles sadly, "to them."

Kurt's eyes drift back to his father's, he feels so spoiled to have such a wonderful man in his life. He thinks of Blaine's father and all of the terrible things he's done, trying to straighten him up refusing to support his sexuality, the verbal abuse, and even some physical, kicking him out when he was at his most vulnerable, and those are only the few Kurt knows of he's sure it goes deeper than that. He's sure there are even more terrible things that Patrick Anderson has done to the sweet, wonderful, strong man that has been working so hard for so long just to keep himself, and his son alive, never mind happy.

He was never able to fully appreciate what an extraordinary dad Burt was before, he always knew he was amazing, and that not all of his boyfriends, or even hookups father's were as supportive as he was, listening to Blaine's tales really set in how truly blessed he was. Burt was always there for him, he never discouraged him, never said anything harsh unless Kurt really needed to hear it, which sometimes, he admits, he does. He always pushed him to follow his dreams regardless of what those dreams are. He just wanted Kurt to be happy.

"I won't let that happen, ok? They won't have to struggle again, Kurt."

Kurt is out of his chair in a second, hurling himself into his father's arms. Burt grunts from the unexpected weight, his arms hanging out by his sides for a moment before he wraps them tightly around the younger boy's shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly.

"Thank you, dad. Just-thank you."

xXx

Burt offered to take Declan for that night, the promise of a movie Declan's vote yes, while the assurance of an early bed time getting Blaine to agree to it.

"I-it's just weird!" he says finally after being prodded by Kurt who wanted to know what was wrong with him, "I've never been away from him for more than a few hours. He's never slept more than twenty feet away from me. Not one day of his entire life. It's just weird that he's not here."

Kurt gives him a tender smile; "I can't begin to imagine what it feels like to be in your shoes right now. I know it's scary, but my dad and Carole are great with Kids, ok? Nothing is going to happen to him, he's safe there."

Blaine's head drops onto Kurt's shoulder, "I know, trust me I do not doubt Burt Hummel's ability to look after a child, he's so good with him at the shop. It's not that. I miss him is all."

"I know," Kurt murmurs comfortingly. He begins running his hand through Blaine's curls. Blaine sighs leaning into him more, his face in the crook of his neck. Kurt shivers as Blaine's breath ghost across the sensitive expanse of skin. "But could we do this if he was here?"

Before Blaine has time to mutter a what? Kurt is kissing him deeply, already sliding his tongue across Blaine's lower lip. Tugging when Blaine doesn't give in right away. They fall back against the couches arm, Kurt straddling him. His kisses gravitating down, he starts to suck a mark on his neck. And jesus does that feel fucking amazing.

Blaine feels himself start to get hard after only a few minutes of this. Kurt pulls back when his hips dip too low and his thigh grazes against his boner, obviously trying to hide a snicker. Blaine swats at his arm, "it's been four years, Kurt. Sue me for getting a little excited. I mean fuck; you're just so hot." He throws a hand over his eyes, so he doesn't have to look at the amazing man straddling him, while he continues to embarrass himself.

"Hey," Kurt says, tugging his arms away, he kisses him straight on the lips a little open mouth, and a lot needy and hot, so, so hot. "It's fine. I'm actually quiet flattered." Kurt leans forward to kiss him again, needing to feel the softness of Blaine's plump lips under his, but Blaine stops him.

"I-I've never actually been with a guy before." Kurt sits back farther, so he can look him in the eye.

"Really?"

The curly haired man shrugs, "I mean I kissed a few in high school, before everything happened, and then I never got the chance. I was too busy."

"Well then," Kurt purrs into his ear, "there is a first time for everything isn't there?"

Blaine's eyes blow wide with want, "y-yes," he stammers as he tries to control his breathing as Kurt starts to work at his neck again, tugging the bottom of his shirt, only breaking the kiss to take it the rest of the way off.

Blaine groans, his hips involuntarily bucking, searching for just the tiniest bit of friction, but Kurt only moves up with him smirking as a pathetic whine escapes him.

"Let me take care of you," Kurt whispers in a deep voice while popping the button on Blaine's jeans, working them down until they are around his ankles. He hooks a finger on the waistband of Blaine's underwear, tugging experimentally, "may I?"

He pulls them down when Blaine answers with a groan, his head lolling back onto the arm of the couch.

Blaine wishes he could speak. He wishes he could form just one word, one word to let Kurt know how much he loves this, but he's already so lost, so far gone that his mind is just mush. The only thing he can process is pleasure, extreme amounts of pleasuring coursing through him.

He nearly chokes on his own breath when Kurt's tongue begins the long journey along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, shivering when Kurt removes his tongue to start blowing on it, the cold air teasing, making him squirm. Kurt loves the way Blaine has turned into an absolute mess. He's putty in his hands.

Blaine manages a breathy "p-please." And Kurt knows that if he doesn't start soon it's not going to last long at all, not like it would anyway, Blaine's already too far gone.

He takes him in his mouth, working his tongue around the head for a few seconds before he starts to move, taking him a little deeper every time. He places one hand on Blaine's hip to keep him from bucking up, and the other on the rest of him that won't fit in his mouth, working him until Blaine's pleading with Kurt, "please, Kurt… I'm gonna-"

Kurt hums around him, sending him over the edge. He works him through his orgasm until he was squirming again but with oversensitivity instead of pleasure. Kurt let go with a pop, and crawls back up to meet Blaine in a steamy kiss, reveling at how he moans at the taste of himself.

He settles himself between Blaine and the couch, leaving his own hard on untouched, there will be plenty of time for that later. For now he just wants to lay here in Blaine's arms, and study him as he stares at Kurt as if he's some sort of god.

"Can your dad take Declan once a week?" He asks when he finally catches his breath. Kurt sputters before doubling over with laughter, Blaine joining him not a few seconds later.