A/N: This turned into a longer chapter than I anticipated, so the meeting with the senior Andersons will be included in the next chapter, already mostly written. Kurt and Blaine' new relationship had to be introduced to Burt and the other family members first.
Mercedes' ring tone, You are so Beautiful woke Kurt from a deep restful sleep the next morning. He stretched out his toes like a cat before he reached for his phone, answering sleepily. "Hhmornin, 'Cedes", and heard her chuckle in response.
"Its time to get up and shine your light on the world, Beautiful. I'm back from church already and I'll bet you haven't even got your little white butt out of bed yet, do you?." She spoke cheerfully, as usual. He smiled, happy to hear her voice. She really was a ray of light in his life.
"Why would I want to get up? You're cutting into my beauty sleep, I hope you realize." Kurt answered lazily, pushing his hair out of his face and rolling to his back. He raised his knee to take the weight of his covers off the morning erection tenting his pajamas. Geeze, down boy, he thought to himself, willing it to go away while he was talking to his best friend. It soon began to subside with the lack of anything interesting going on.
Sheesh, considering all the testosterone that he must be flooded with, you'd think that he would have to shave sometime soon. He ran a hand over his chin and imagined that maybe his peach fuzz was getting a little thicker. Maybe he would shave it off today with the razor and shave gel Blaine had left in his bathroom, and it would grow in again thicker. He was getting damn tired of everyone but Blaine treating him like he was thirteen.
Mercedes got his attention again when she answered him. "Because I'm coming over there in a bit and I don't want to wait to talk to youwhile you get gorgeous in your bathroom . I gotta hear all about this date with Blainey-boy. Rachel says that you and him were getting it on last night." Kurt stared at his phone in dismay. Finn had lost no time telling in Rachel everything he knew and some that he'd probably only guessed because of his late return from Blaine's place.
"I'm going to kill Finn." He growled threateningly in a low voice that sounded nothing like him. Mercedes laughed exuberantly at his reaction.
"Hahaha! Get your little ass in gear 'cause I ain't waitin'. Put your pants on first honey, 'cause you are gonna have company in your bathroom if you're not done. Its kinda pouring out there today so Daddy said he'd drive me there in half an hour, sharp." Mercedes cut off the call and he was left looking at his phone, with a chuckle at his best friend. She would crash his bathroom if he wasn't out when she got there, he knew, or at least try to. He hadn't forgotten he was a guy, even if she sometimes seemed to think he was her girlfriend.
He wished he could call Blaine and talk to him, but he was comforted by knowing his boyfriend was coming over after lunch time, so they could be together. Kurt hugged himself with happiness at the thought of seeing him again. He'd finally found a boy who seemed to be just as interested as he was in him.
He got up and was showered, dressed and moisturized, but still finishing his hair when Mercedes arrived. She greeted Carole and Burt with a smile and a wave on the way by, but proceeded on to Kurt's room without asking their permission. They were all comfortable with her going up to Kurt's room any time. She went straight to his bathroom and opened the door, nodding with satisfaction when she saw he was dressed.
"Hi, sweet cheeks. Can I see your hickeys?" She asked him eagerly, crowding into the bathroom with him, pulling his sweater away from his neck and inspecting him. He giggled and leaned away from her, flailing ineffectively at her grasping hands. She didn't give up though and crowed enthusiastically when she found the bite mark that Kurt forgotten he had, on the cap of his shoulder.
"Oh my god, you got him so hot he bit you? Awesome, you got some, babe! Is he a great kisser? Did you leave any evidence on him? How far did you let him go? Was there bare skin? Talk, damn it. I'm dying here!" She dragged him out of the bathroom and over to his bed, where she pulled him down beside her.
Kurt laughed self-consciously, blushing like a tomato again at her questions, as he straightened the sweater again self-consciously. "I'm not telling you about my whole love life, Mercedes. Forget it! But yeah, he's an awesome kisser…an amazing kisser. God, I never knew kissing could be like that." He rolled his eyes and grinned at her.
"Okay, I got that you like kissing him. How much skin was there?" She stared at him, with her eyes alight, eager to relive every moment, completely undaunted by his reluctance to talk about it. She was going to worm some information out of him, if it killed her.
"Well, there was sooome…He had his shirt off." He admitted shyly, picking imaginary lint off his jeans. Mercedes squealed in excitement, making Kurt leap to smother her mouth with his hand in a panic. If his parents heard her, they would know exactly what they were talking about.
"Shhh! For god's sake Mercedes, a little discretion is called for here. I don't want my parents to know about it. I got home kinda late last night and Dad was all 'you're too young for a physical relationship' so now I can't go over there alone anymore."
Mercedes hooted at his voice lowering two octaves to imitate his father and then put up her hand with a smirk, volunteering wordlessly to accompany him to Blaine's place any time as their chaperon. Kurt laughed at her in exasperation, knowing she would gladly watch them making out. She was probably more invested in his love life than he was, though both of them had long dreamed of the day they finally had somebody to experience romance with.
"Dad said Blaine can still come over here to our house, though. He's coming over this afternoon actually, in about an hour or two. Want to hang out with us for while?" Just because he had a boyfriend now didn't mean he should bail on his best friend.
"Sure Babe, I would love to hang out and watch you make out with the man you're going to marry one day. I guess I'll have to be your third wheel until I find a wheel of my own. I'm gonna be your kids' godmother, you know, cause somebody has to church those babies. I hope they have your eyes." She commented, offhandedly as they prepared to go downstairs together. "Your boy's eyebrows look like two caterpillars making out on his face."
Kurt frowned at her criticism of his boyfriend, but didn't respond. He liked Blaine's eyebrows. They were cute and fuzzy, like the rest of him, but it was possible he was slightly blinded by the hearts in his eyes. "Mercedes, we're two guys here. No uterus and no gay babies." Kurt said over his shoulder to her wryly, opening his door. He did sort of want kids one day though. He just knew his parents would be fantastic grandparents.
"Meh, there are ways around that. Maybe by then, they can mix your DNA and you can have a baby with both your genes. That would be awesome, to mix two hotties' genes in one baby, wouldn't it? If I'm still waitin for my own prince, I might even carry it for you."
Kurt just chuckled at her cracked scientific theories and led the way downstairs. That whole marriage and kids thing was years away, but who knew what might happen. He decided they should make some oatmeal raisin cookies for Blaine. They were his favourites and Blaine had better love them too, if they were going to have any kind of future together.
They had just taken the first batch out of the oven when Blaine arrived, his hoodie damp, his shoes soaked again and his hair exceedingly curly from having walked there in the drizzle. Kurt felt a pang of guilt, never even thinking about Blaine having to walk everywhere while he had a vehicle at his disposal just sitting there in the driveway. What kind of crummy boyfriend was he? He obviously needed a lot more practice at this.
Kurt's father was just finishing making himself a sandwich as Blaine entered the kitchen. "Hello, Mr. Hummel. " Blaine said to him, his voice softly tentative, hoping he wasn't in trouble with his rescuer.
"Hi Blaine. Relax. My name's Burt, remember?" He sighed at the boy looking at him with those big brown eyes as if he was expecting him to yell at him or something. He suspected he'd have a tough time ever staying mad at Blaine.
"Kurt tells me you two are boyfriends now. I guess I'm okay with that, as long as you treat him right. You know what I mean by that, do you?"
Blaine nodded wordlessly, with a quick nervous glance to Kurt, who had turned red with mortification. He figured it probably meant they had better not be caught messing around together. Mercedes was watching both the boys, noting both of them looked positively guilt-ridden.
"Right…and you'd better behave yourself too." Burt directed a pointed finger to Kurt, who widened his eyes innocently at his father's inference. "Blaine is my responsibility too for now, so keep your hands off him."
"Dad!" Kurt cringed with embarrassment as Mercedes bumped her shoulder into him with a teasing snort. Blaine couldn't help a tiny quirk of amusement sneaking out at his boyfriend's blush, remembering how his hands had wandered all over him. Burt saw him struggle to hold in the smirk and then lightened up at them both.
"Oh relax, Kurt. I'm just doing the scary Dad thing because that's part of my job description. I do remember once being seventeen myself …better than I'd ever want to tell you about. I know very well what you two were probably doing last night, but if you keep it to making out for now, I can deal with it. Just let the rest wait for a while, until we're all ready to deal with more. Are we agreed, gentlemen?"
"Yes, sir" Blaine agreed smartly, relieved to have his boyfriend's father's permission for that much.
"Thank you Dad." Kurt said, with a grateful, if slightly embarrassed expression. His father was actually giving him permission to make out with his boyfriend!
"Blaine, you're welcome to hang out down here or go to Kurt's room if you leave the door open, but you have to stay off his bed. I'll be checking on you both occasionally if you're up there alone together, so keep it PG and we'll all stay friends. By the way Mercedes, you're welcome to hang out with the boys anytime you want too. It'll save me a trip up the stairs, if I know you're here with them."
"Sure, Burt. I think we were just gonna finish making these cookies for now. Um, Kurt, before we do that, d'you maybe want to get your boy into something dry? Blaine is looking seriously soggy, man".
She put out her hand to feel s the shoulder of Blaine's wet hoodie, and then pulled on one of his wet curls. When she let go, it sprang back into a tight coil. She giggled, thinking it was nearly as curly as hers when she didn't treat it, as he backed his head away from her with an annoyed eye roll. Why did people always laugh at his curls, when his hair got wet? Was he a freaking cupie doll or something?
Kurt immediately went into fussing boyfriend mode and took him upstairs to get him into some dry clothes, with Mercedes tagging along to chaperon them. She briefly went back down again after a few minutes to rescue the next tray of cookies, leaving Kurt burrowing in his closet boxes looking for something cozy for Blaine to wear, and Blaine about to peel off the wet hoodie.
When she returned quietly up the stairs a couple minutes later, he was bare from the waist up, rubbing his hair with a towel from Kurt's bathroom, with goose bumps pebbling his skin and his nipples tightened into tight points. His boyfriend was staring at Blaine's half naked body in open-mouthed fascination, until he suddenly realized he might catch a chill if he didn't soon get warm.
Kurt dropped the warm shirt, cardigan and dry jeans he'd found on the bed nearby while he rearranged the towel around Blaine and then rubbed his shoulders and arms in a poorly disguised ploy to fondle his boyfriend. Blaine smiled appreciatively and leaned in to say a proper hello to his boyfriend, suddenly not feeling chilled at all anymore.
Mercedes tiptoed silently into the room, going unnoticed long enough to spend a couple minutes admiring their technique. Go Babe, she thought as Kurt ran his hands under the towel to caress Blaine's sides as they kissed with their eyes closed, adjusting their lips into more perfect alignment. Blaine dropped his hands down to Kurt's waist to hold him closer. He was just starting to worm the fingers of his hand into his pants when Mercedes put a hand over her mouth to stifle her gasp.
They whirled around to make sure it wasn't Burt who had caught them. Good thing it wasn't because whoa, Kurt's eyes were smokin' hot and Blaine was already panting audibly when they turned around. Kurt hid his flushed face in Blaine's shoulder then for a second. He still held Blaine loosely against him though, probably to hide the boner he was sporting, she guessed. Blaine cooperated, no doubt hiding one too.
"You, need to knock." Kurt said accusingly to her over his boyfriend's shoulder with an annoyed glare.
Mercedes just laughed at him in delight. Yes! This was awesome. "Now where's the fun in that? I'm supposed to be watching that you don't break the rules and Blaine, I'd say putting your hands into Kurt's pants is definitely a no-no. Seriously though, you better break it up guys. We have to go back down and finish the cookies or you'll get Burt get mad at you if you push the envelope the first day." The guys agreed she had a valid point, so they left Blaine to put on the dry clothes while she and Kurt went downstairs.
Burt was relieved they had finally returned, as he put up his feet in his recliner to watch the game. He really didn't want to have to go check on them in Kurt's room and act all disapproving. Kurt should be treated just like Rachel and Finn, who seemed to be always all over each other lately.
He'd hopefully one day get used to Blaine looking at his kid like he wanted to eat him. Woah…there was a bad analogy, if he'd ever heard one, even if it was likely literally true. That's my little boy you want to jump, Blaine…and Kurt probably wants to jump you too.
God almighty, this was gonna kill him. He closed his eyes and prayed for strength, and that the talk he'd given Kurt had sunk in a bit. He remembered he'd told Kurt to wait for somebody he cared about, and it was pretty obvious the boys were nuts about each other. What more could he hope for, for his kid's first experience with love?
Burt watched the three of them finish making the cookies together, laughing and talking together and it turned out Blaine hadn't yet met a cookie he didn't like. He must have eaten a dozen of them, even after Kurt made them each a sandwich. Mercedes left again around three, saying she was babysitting tonight for a neighbour and had stuff of her own to do before then.
Carole decided shortly after that she wanted Burt to take her to the hardware store to help her look for a new light fixture for over the kitchen table. She narrowed her eyes at him meaningfully, so Burt gave Kurt a monitory eye before they left and muttered that they should probably stay downstairs in the living room, while they were gone.
Kurt replied with an eye roll. "Yes Dad, we'll stay out of my room and off my bed." Burt sighed, knowing exactly what would happen the minute they were out the door. Carole gave him a sympathetic smile, knowing he was having a tough time dealing with his son having a boyfriend. "We can't watch them every minute, Burt, and we shouldn't. Let 'em have some together time, honey." He tried not to think about it as he drove away.
Both boys eyed the couch, with a coy smile to each other, as soon as the Hummels left. They got comfortable together and then got busy. Making out had suddenly become their favourite thing to do, though they tried to keep it down to a simmer. For some reason, the cherished feeling Kurt felt in Blaine's arms didn't seem to have much to do with the scary thought of "having sex" that had intimidated the hell out of him for the last couple of years.
Finn came upstairs ten minutes later, innocently unaware of the couple nearby exploring the endless delights of kissing. Both boys had forgotten all about Kurt's brother. He padded to the fridge and poured himself some milk and grabbed a mittful of cooling cookies, assuming from the silent house that everyone had left. He decided to watch the football game and was shocked to discovere his brother and his new friend were sucking on each other's faces while passionately wrapped around each other on the couch!
"Holy crap!" He shouted, and jumped back like he had discovered a cobra in his living room, spraying cookie crumbs everywhere and sloshing milk out of his glass onto the floor. The boys jumped up comically, unwinding in a panic. Finn immediately cracked up at their expressions of panicked dismay tinted with extreme embarrassment at being caught hot and horny by Finn. Blaine self-consciously straightened his shirt and cardigan and Kurt scowled at his brother as he tugged his undershirt shirt and sweater back down.
"When the hell did this happen?" Finn asked in astonishment. "You guys just met a few days ago and now you're trying to get into Kurt's pants? What the hell?" Finn glared at Blaine with his hands on his hips, sounding mad as hell. Kurt scowled even harder. What? Wait just a minute here!
"Finn, it's none of your damn business what I do with my boyfriend. And I'm not your freaking sister. Go away!" Kurt pointed to the stairway imperiously.
"It's my living room too, so I don't have to leave. You guys can go take the make out session somewhere else yourself." Finn replied to Kurt's demand just as belligerently, still feeling intensely ruffled at finding his brother making out in his own living room with a guy he sort of liked a lot.
"Like where? We're not allowed to go to Blaine's place, we can't go to my room when Dad and Carole aren't home and we can't do this anywhere else. How is that fair? How would you like if you had nowhere to go to make out with your boyfr…girlfriend?" Kurt said acerbically, stomping into the kitchen to get a couple of drinks for Blaine and himself and slamming the fridge door for effect.
"But he's…wait, he's your boyfriend..like, officially?" Finn was beginning to see Kurt's problem. Geeze, that would seriously suck, if he and Rachel couldn't make out at the theatre, or in his truck, or at her house or at his house or... Maybe he could give them some space.
Meanwhile, Blaine was watching Kurt in one of his more spectacular snits with a great deal of awe, having discovered that his sweet angel boy had a streak of fire and brimstone in him. Somehow, that seemed to make him even hotter, he decided.
Kurt tilted his head with his eyes widened in mockery at Finn's failure to grasp the essentials of the situation. Well, of course Blaine was his boyfriend. He wasn't about to mess around with somebody who wasn't his boyfriend. He gave Blaine a bottle of water, and took a swig of his own. Finn went to the cupboard and poured a bowl of cereal and then doused it in milk.
"Okay then, I'm going to go back downstairs and I'll text you if I'm coming back up. I do not want to see any more of that anyway. I'm not interested in being a …wait, what's the plural of 'cockblock'?"
Kurt whipped a couch pillow at Finn as he retreated back down the stairs, chortling to himself the whole way.
Kurt sat down beside his boyfriend who was regarding him with bemusement on his face. "You are so incredibly hot when you're pissed off," he said softly and hung his tongue out like a panting dog.
Kurt laughed and settled back against him, grateful that Blaine had seen a bitchy side of him he would have preferred to keep hidden for a while, and didn't seem to mind it at all.
"Where were we?" He reached to hold Blaine's face as he kissed him while he leaned him back against the pillows. Blaine let himself fall back and felt Kurt's weight on top of him. "Mmmm, love it when you get all dominant." He muttered against him. Kurt smiled in eager anticipation against Blaine's grin. Oooh yeah. Blaine wanted him to take the lead.
Despite their resolution to listen carefully for the Hummels to come home they were too preoccupied to hear them. It happened that it was Carole who saw them first. Blaine was three quarters on his back with Kurt three quarters on top of him, both of them leisurely squirming and kissing, not yet having gotten to the point where desperation had taken over.
Kurt had his eyes closed and his neck extended, relishing the sensations as Blaine traced up it with his mouth, while his hands were burrowing under Blaine's shirt. The expression on his face made Carole put her hand over her face to hold in a splutter; he looked just like his father with his bottom lip between his teeth, in exactly the same way Burt did when they were messing around. Heredity was the funniest thing, she decided.
Burt noticed Carole's pose and her amused gaze at the couch and knew before he even looked what she was looking at. He sighed and looked heavenward, trying to decide if he was ready for this. Ready or not, his son was making out in their living room with Blaine, so it wasn't like Carole and he had a choice about disturbing them. He walked briskly to the couch and whacked the nearest body part, which happened to be Blaine's knee, with his foot running up and down Kurt's calf, noting that at least he had enough manners to take his shoes off before he made out with his son on his couch.
"Hi boys. We're back" he announced clearly. He watched the mad scurry of arms and legs that resulted in bemusement, with the two of them ending up sitting side by side. They both refused to look at him, with their legs clamped self-consciously together, and their arms crossed over their laps. Blaine looked a combination of embarrassed and intimidated as he pulled the lower edges of his shirt together as inconspicuously as he could. Kurt looked embarrassed and annoyed at being caught, as he edged down his undershirt and sweater again with one hand.
They really weren't doing anything wrong, if Burt thought about it. So, they were kissing and making out a bit. That's what you did with a boyfriend when you were alone, he supposed. They had obeyed the rules and not gone upstairs to Kurt's room. He decided to not make a big deal over it.
"Did you miss us?" He said to them with a teasing smile.
Kurt glanced up at him incredulously. "Not so much, Dad" he answered, a hint of irked disbelief creeping into his voice. Blaine glanced over at Kurt and let a smile emerge with a snort. Carole let out the ringing laugh she had been holding in at Kurt's response.
"That's too bad. Be grateful for your dear old dad, son. It could be much worse, right?" Burt reminded them. Kurt let his eyebrows do that thing he did, admitting he could possibly be right. Blaine nodded readily, knowing that was true. He hated to think what might have happened had his own father found them making out on the couch. It wouldn't have ever happened at his house anyway, if there was any chance of his parents being around.
"So, boys… Carole and I have been talking about the situation and I've decided I want to take Blaine to his parent's house to talk to them together."
Blaine's face dropped any hint of amusement and turned to alarmed dismay. He glanced to Kurt, and took his hand, crushing it with his disappointment. Oh geeze, he was being thrown out again. Burt wasn't actually amused at catching them. Now he had a reason to ask Blaine to leave. He should never have asked Kurt to be his boyfriend!
Now he was going to lose the amazing boy he was falling in love with, his job and his new home, because he'd been thinking with his dick instead of his head. He tried his best to take it like a man and not break down and cry, at least until he was on his own. Burt would pay him for the work he had done, wouldn't he? He would have something, at least, to start over with again?
"I want to find out what it would take to have Blaine go home again. Maybe once the heat of anger is gone, his parents might be regretting their decision. They'd have no idea where to start looking for him." Burt saw Blaine's desolated face and hoped it wasn't the thought of going home again that was tearing him apart. He hurried to reassure him.
"Blaine, if you or your parents aren't happy with the arrangement, you can always stay at the shop until we figure something else out." Blaine's face took on such an expression of relief, that Burt had real qualms about even attempting reconciliation with the Andersons. On the other hand, trying reconciliation would at least confirm that they had eliminated that avenue, before they tried anything else. He would make sure Blaine was on board with whatever they decided, and let him know they would always be there for him in case he needed them. He had a strong suspicion that Kurt would remain a big part of Blaine's life now anyway.
"I thought you were throwing me out because I asked Kurt to be my boyfriend and you caught us kissing." Blaine said softly, meeting Burt's eyes and letting him see the pain that thought gave him.
"Are you kidding? Kurt would disown me. I said I'm okay with it and I meant it, Blaine. Burt leaned over to nudge him on the shoulder playfully, trying his best to sound like he did mean it. blaine let a sigh of relief.
Kurt took Blaine's arm to console him and shook his head. Not gonna happen, boyfriend. Damn, his father was amazing. Kurt stood and went to his father and hugged him in a long grateful hug, refusing to release him for long minutes, with a tiny hitch of emotion escaping at his amazingness. Burt patted his back, just as grateful that he'd made Kurt happy. Carole wiped her eyes, her emotions getting out of hand too.
"Okay, enough of this. We're agreed we're all kinds of awesome, here at the Hummel's. Let's pack up and go and we'll get this over with. Blaine, can you give me directions?" Blaine nodded and looked to Kurt to check if he was coming along too. Kurt shook his head in silent reply, knowing they would have more success without him there. His presence would just antagonise Blaine's homophobic parents. Blaine knew he was right. He stood and reluctantly accompanied Burt to the truck, with Kurt following them to the driveway.
"Good luck honey. Maybe they came to their senses and they miss you enough to get the hell over themselves." Kurt said to his boyfriend doubtfully.
Blaine rolled his eyes in response. Yeah, that's not going to happen. They didn't seem to miss him much while he was at school all year, and it seemed like they could barely tolerate his presence during the summer and at holiday times, often sending him away to summer camps when he was younger or to visit with family, so they could go travel on their own. Kurt glanced at his father and then quickly kissed Blaine goodbye, making Blaine smile at him gratefully and his father glance away self-consciously to give them a moment.
A/N: So now Burt and Blaine are on their way to the the Anderson's to discuss Blaine moving home. Neither seems very optomistic, do they? We all know it's not going to go well, but what are their next moves? Next chapter should be up by the weekend. Thank you for your kind reveiws and your interest. Ta.
