Kurt raced home, Blaine's last performance wasn't until later so he had time to clean up his room a bit and choose just the right outfit for what he had planned later. Once he had his room to his liking he laid out a pair of his tightest skinny jeans and his favorite button up sweater from Marc Jacobs spring edition. He grabbed an old top that he hardly wore and would most likely never wear again, tossed it beside the outfit he had set up on the bed.

He dashed downstairs to the kitchen, opened the fridge and began rummaging around for Finn's jar of pickles. Normally he hated the bitter sour taste of eating a whole pickle, he'd rather eat a whole cucumber but he'd used the last cucumber in his salad last night. He found the jar and cringed at the site of one lowly pickle floating in the juice. He sighed and set it on the counter top.

"Hey, dude what's up- woah is that the last pickle?" Finn asked as he walked toward the fridge, looking concerned.

"Obviously, I mean do you see any other pickles in that jar," Kurt rolled his eyes trying to remember that he was just frustrated about the fact that he was going to have to eat it, if he was going to get what he wanted from Blaine.

"Sorry bro, you just don't eat pickles, like at all. I thought you didn't like em."

"I don't."

"Then why-"

"So Finn, you got any plans for tonight?" Kurt questioned changing the subject quickly.

"Well yeah, I umm, so were you gonna eat the pickle or.." He trailed off gesturing toward the jar.

"Help yourself, I think Carole is grocery shopping right now anyways," Kurt closed the fridge sighing. "So plans for tonight, do you have any?"

"Oh yeah, me and Rachelle were gonna catch a movie, then I was going out with the guys were crashing at Mike's pool house," he took a huge bite of the pickle practically devouring it whole and spoke with his mouth full. "We were gon invite ya but figured you had plans with Blaine."

"I actually do have plans," Kurt grinned thinking about his hidden agenda. "We're probably just going out for dinner though."

"Awesome! Well have fun," he said finishing the last bit of pickle, there was honk outside. "Oh that's Rachelle right on time; she'll get mad if I'm not outside like right now. C'ya later, man!" He said as he dashed out the door.

Kurt chuckled to himself as he headed upstairs to change, he felt around in his pocket and found the napkin that Nate, the waiter from The Lima Bean, had scribbled his number on. He scoffed at the fact that he still had it and tossed in the direction of the trash. It missed the trash can completely and landed on the edge of the counter near the sink. He was too distracted to notice as he pulled off his shirt, changing into the outfit he had laid out. When he pulled the shirt over his back he felt a tinge of pain. His skin still felt a little too sensitive from showering in the scolding water the other night, it was almost as if he were sunburned. He tried not to care because his plan was falling into place, with Finn gone for the night he just needed to somehow rid his dad and Carole from the house. He had just finished styling his hair to perfection, when he heard a car pulling into the drive way, he glanced out the window and saw that Carole was home with the groceries.

Rushing downstairs, he hoped Carole had bought some more cucumbers or some bananas in the least. He greeted her at the door and proceeded to help her carry the rest of the grocery bags inside. As he helped organize the groceries in the pantry he put his plan into play.

"Hey Carole," He collected himself before continuing. "When was the last time you and my dad had a romantic night out just the two of you?"

Carole smiled, "Oh Kurt hun, don't worry I love your dad, but you know how hard Burt has to work sometimes and I just want him to relax when he gets home. We don't need big fancy romantic date nights to keep the love between us."

Kurt bit his lip, how was he going to get the house to himself if Carole didn't even want to go out, he used the only back up plan he had.

"It's just, I feel guilty knowing it's my fault that you never got a proper honey moon and-"

"Oh Kurt honey, stop it, don't torture yourself like that, it is not your fault," She went over to embrace him in a tight squeeze. "If it makes you feel any better, how about your father and I go out this weekend and spend it in a nice hotel, god knows we need a short vacation I mean it is summer after all."

Wow that was easy, Kurt wanted to jump up and down with excitement but he kept his voice calm, "That sounds like a great idea and that also gives Finn and me some time to catch up!" He knew Finn had already left but he just didn't want Carole to be aware of the fact that he'd be home alone but it backfired.

"Darling, Finn is going out with some friends, you would be all alone, hmm… maybe we should just hold off on this mini vacation for your father and I until next weekend," She put the frozen vegetables in the freezer and continued talking. "We haven't even booked a hotel yet, or packed."

"No, no, it's okay I don't mind being here alone," He tried to keep the panic out of his voice; he was so close to getting the house to himself. "I'll just watch some Broadway shows or have a movie marathon; I would also like to finish the play I'm writing by the end of the summer so I will probably be stuck in my room all weekend anyway."

Carole was still uneasy and Kurt could feel his plan crumbling to pieces in his hands. Suddenly Carole's eyes lit up like she had a brilliant idea.

"I've got a solution, why don't you invite Blaine and Mercedes for a movie marathon and a sleep over," She smiled warmly as she pulled some more groceries out of the bag. "I haven't seen Mercedes in ages and I wouldn't like you to be neglecting your friends because you're so wrapped up in Blaine."

"That sounds like the perfect idea, but I don't think dad would like it very much if Blaine spent the night," he jutted his bottom lip out looking hopeless trying to appeal to Carole's sensitive side.

It worked.

"Now don't worry about Burt I'll talk to him, you just worry about what movies you're going to watch," She pulled out a box of popcorn as she added, "Oh and look I've brought some junk food you can snack on during your movie marathon, I've also got some pizza and popsicles in one of those two bags there."

At the word popsicles, Kurt's eyes lit up with a burning fervor.

He beamed and gave Carole a quick peck on the cheek. "You're the best, thank you! I'm going to go pick up Blaine, his shift is almost over and I don't want to be late."

"Okay sweetie, I've got to get packing so we'll be ready to leave when Burt gets off work," She put the last of the groceries away, "Kurt, before you go can you hand me my phone its behind you, I've got some reservations to make."

Blaine had Kurt on his mind all fucking day long which had caused him to mess up the lyrics twice in one day he just couldn't wait to get off work. Just one more hour and he would be discussing sex with Kurt or perhaps more. He couldn't let his hormones take over; he would not allow himself the pleasure no matter how many times Kurt begged. He just wouldn't take advantage. It was too soon. He wasn't going to screw this up.

Kurt arrived at six flags, he had just gotten off the phone with Mercedes and he could feel his excitement growing stronger. Everything was going his way, Mercedes had plans apparently and she had been acting strange so she could only stay at his place an hour. That was perfect because he only needed his dad to see that Mercedes was there when he left, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Kurt was so close to getting what he wanted with Blaine he didn't pay too much attention to Mercedes, he just knew she was different in a happier way. He would figure out what she was hiding later right now his attention was on Blaine.

Blaine finished his performance and ran to meet up with Kurt; he couldn't wait to pull him into his arms. When he saw what Kurt was wearing he came to a halt a few feet in front of him, he couldn't stop his eyes from devouring the sight before him. Kurt was wearing a blue button up sweater that made his eyes a deeper shade of blue. He was absolutely gorgeous, his eyes traveled down to see that he had on a pair of the tightest pants he'd ever seen on anyone, it emphasized his package so well he couldn't keep his eyes from staring. He could feel his pulse racing as he finally met Kurt's amused expression.

"Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" Kurt asked feigning worry, he knew he looked damn good and based on Blaine's expression, Blaine did as well. "I could, you know, change or something. I've got back up outfits in the trunk of my car, just in case."

"No!" Blaine all but yelled. "No, don't change. You look…very nicely dressed."

"Oh well if you insist," he shrugged acting nonchalant, but on the inside he was momentarily celebrating with joy.

Blaine pulled him into a tight embrace feeling Kurt's lips graze his neck he couldn't stop his body from shuddering in response.

"I've been dying to see you and this day just seemed to drag on," Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Shall we head to dinner now?"

"Actually, I have other plans in mind." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, moving in to catch Blaine's bottom lip between his and sucking ever so gently.

Blaine instinctively pulled Kurt closer feeling a shiver run through his spine when he felt Kurt's tongue exploring his mouth. He ran his fingers through his hair feeling the vibrations of Kurt's moan in his mouth as he tugged at Kurt's hair, pulling just a bit too roughly.

Kurt pulled away all too soon, causing Blaine to lean in trying to keep the kiss from breaking. He took a deep breath, composing himself before he spoke.

"Like I said, I have other plans in mind," He smirked, leaning his forehead into Blaine's. "Let's go to my place."

Blaine laughed breathlessly trying to collect himself, before he replied, "Alright then we'll go to your place." He agreed happily. He knew there was absolutely no way they could do anything other than hold hands with Kurt's dad around. He didn't have to worry about turning down Kurt if he requested they do anything even remotely sexual, his dad wouldn't allow it.

Kurt smiled wickedly as if he had just convinced someone to join the dark side, Blaine's head said he should be worried but instead he ignored his passing thoughts.

'Kurt seems to be in a really, really good mood. I wonder why, this morning he was flustered and practically begging me for sex and now, well now he seems giddy as if he got some already. Could he have? I wonder if that guy I saw him talking with earlier has anything to do with his happiness.'

As they pulled into Kurt's driveway he noticed there was another car parked, he briefly wondered if it could be the guy from The Lima Bean but then he saw Mercedes hop out and he let out a mental sigh of relief.

"KURT!" Mercedes squealed as she ran give Kurt a great big bear hug, "Boy, you need to start teaching yo man how to share and stop keeping you all to himself."

Kurt laughed, "I missed you too Mercedes but you haven't been keeping in touch with me as much either, so who's been taking you away from me?"

He meant it as a joke but when he saw the frantic look that briefly overtook Mercedes he grew suspicious, but before he could question her further, Burt and Carole came busting outside with luggage.

"Okay kids, we're only going to be gone for the weekend and Kurt I trust you not to be throwing any parties," he looked at him sternly before continuing. "Or doing anything I wouldn't approve of for that matter." He stared at Blaine for a few seconds too long while Blaine tried not to flinch under his glare. The message was loud and clear, no sex.

Blaine was taken aback by this news, he was unaware of the fact the Hummels were going to be gone; he remained calm by the fact that Mercedes was here and hopefully so was Finn. He spoke up quickly hoping that Kurt's dad wouldn't think he was planning something.

"Mr. Hummel, I respect you and I will abide by your house rules while you are away and you have my word, I will not take advanta-"

Kurt cleared his throat loudly, "Okay dad, you have our word, we won't throw any wild parties." He said sounding annoyed.

"Totally Mr. H, you can trust us." Mercedes added.

Burt narrowed his eyes at Blaine one more time before Carole called from the car, "Burt, we're going to be late if we don't leave right now."

"Alright, I'm coming," he started heading towards the car but stopped one last time before pointing at each one of them. "You kids better behave yourselves, I trust you."

"Goodbye Dad, I love you." Kurt said as he started tugging Blaine's hand heading for the house, Mercedes was right behind them.

Kurt waved one final time as the car drove away, "Finally! Geez I thought they'd never get out of here." He shut the door and began setting up the movie.

Mercedes relaxed on the couch pulling out her cell phone distracted by some text while Blaine remained standing awkwardly by the front door.

Kurt was prattling on and on about snacks in the fridge and naming the movies in the order of which they would watch them but Blaine was distracted by the turn of events.

Blaine cleared his throat before he spoke, "Uhh, Kurt when were you deciding to bring up the fact that your parents were going out of town?"

Mercedes chuckled quietly, "I'll go get the snacks ready." She made her way into the kitchen as Kurt turned on his heal to face Blaine.

He clasped his hands together, "It was a spur of the moment decision, Blaine, your parents hardly notice when you're home or not, no offense. I figured you wouldn't mind besides, it gives us more alone time together." He stepped closer to Blaine trailing his fingers from his cheek to his chest. "Don't you want to be alone with me?" He looked directly into Blaine's eyes with the tiniest hint of a smirk.

Blaine placed his hand over Kurt's and they could both feel the thud of his heart thumping faster in his chest.

"I-I- yes of course I do," He leaned forward to press his lips softly against Kurt's when Mercedes came back into the room with a bowl of popcorn.

"Woah boys, save it for when after I leave," She pushed her way in between them to sit directly in the middle of the couch. "Does someone wanna push play, cus this movie ain't gonna play itself."

"Wait, you're not spending the night here?" Blaine asked perplexed.

"Hell no, I've got plans but I have been missing Kurt so I figured some quality time with both of you is better than nothing at all."

"B-but I thought, Kurt doesn't your dad think we're all staying over? Wouldn't you be uhh betraying his trust in you?" Blaine was becoming anxious.

"Blaine, I promised I wouldn't throw any parties and I won't. He gave me permission to let you spend the night, so you see I'm not betraying his trust at all." Kurt finished happily. "Now let's enjoy this movie night alright."

"Certainly." He said still feeling uneasy; he seated himself on the recliner while Kurt took comfort beside Mercedes.

As the opening credits began Kurt jumped up, "Oh I almost forgot!" He went into the kitchen and poked his head out behind the wall. "Blaine! Did you want anything to eat before the movie officially begins?"

"No thanks, I'm quite alright." He replied, his mind racing ahead, thinking about what would happen once Mercedes left.

"Suit yourself," He came back into the room throwing himself on the couch with a cherry flavored popsicle in hand. "The popcorn was a bit too buttery for my liking."

Kurt began to peel off the wrapper as he hesitantly took the first lick of the popsicle, he had been following the plan he had mentally prepared and so far everything was working out well.

'So far, so good. Blaine seemed to be really into my outfit, more specifically my body he couldn't take his eyes off me and he was practically drooling. Now I just need to get him to see me erotically eating this popsicle, and maybe he'll want me like I want him. Ugh what am I even doing? I must have absolutely lost my mind. I can't do this. I'm not even the slightest bit sexy. What was I thinking trying to seduce Blaine, he's probably not even watching me. Pull yourself together Kurt, you did not go through all this trouble to get the house to yourself to turn back now. Fuck, I just feel so dirty trying to lick this popsicle. Blaine is so fucking hot though, I wish this popsicle was his cock, I bet it'd taste even better.'

He closed his eyes and pretended the cold treat in his mouth was actually Blaine's cock, he sucked harder hallowing out his cheeks, he traced his tongue along the length and bit off a piece at the tip. He swirled it around his mouth and swallowed it, quickly licking up the side making sure the red juices didn't flow down his hand like they were trickling down the sides of his mouth. He didn't know if Blaine was watching but he didn't care at the moment because he was lost in his fantasy right now.

Blaine had been watching the movie but he really wished, he were seated beside Kurt so he could lean into his side or better yet he wished Kurt would fall asleep on him.

He kind of wished Mercedes wasn't there but on the other hand he didn't want things to get out of control and to turn sexual as much as he'd love to do everything to Kurt.

He glanced at Kurt and that's when he saw him engulfing the popsicle, he was practically taking the whole thing down his throat. His dick was instantly hard. He didn't dare turn away, Kurt's eyes were closed and he seemed to be really enjoying something else. His lips were a ruby color red and each time he swallowed he watched as his adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He wanted to attack his neck. His mouth. He just needed every part of him right fucking now. He started palming himself roughly through his jeans.

He was trying hard not to moan but he couldn't stop the breathy sighs that were emerging from within. He fidgeted in his seat and was about to tackle Kurt and start kissing every part of his body. Ripping his clothes off and touching every part of his skin he could reach but then he suddenly there was a loud buzzing noise and he came back to reality that they weren't alone.

Mercedes wasn't paying attention to the movie or the way Kurt was consuming the ice treat, she didn't even notice the way Blaine was squirming in his seat, instead she was texting Sam and she had just received a new message.

'Hey Beautiful, I'm almost there, don't worry I'll park across the street so Kurt won't see me but I'm excited for tonight! –Sam'

Blaine all but cursed at her. He crossed his arms tightly trying to ignore his hands that were itching to touch himself. To touch Kurt. His erection was becoming painful, he needed release and he needed it now. He forced his eyes to concentrate on the movie but he wasn't really seeing anything, every time he blinked his own fantasies of Kurt were rising up, blurry his vision. He knew he had to leave now before he did anything he was going to regret.

He just couldn't get himself to move and without his knowledge he found his eyes were once again focused solely on Kurt. Kurt was nearly finished with the popsicle and Blaine felt as if he were bursting with so many feelings, all of them battling for attention.

On one hand he had never been so turned on and unable to relieve himself. On the other hand he felt disgusted with himself for wanting to ravish Kurt in such a way. Then he felt annoyed that Mercedes was the only reason he couldn't ravish Kurt right this moment. He felt sad that the popsicle was nearly finished and he wanted to keep watching the way Kurt's cheeks hallowed out and his lips glisten from the juices. He had never felt more jealous of a frozen treat as he was now. First it was the fucking ice cream and now it was a fucking popsicle only now it was much worse because it was so much more intense and hot.

He was about to excuse himself to take care of his problem but how he would make it all the way to the bathroom without Kurt noticing his raging hard on was beyond him, he reached for a couch pillow holding it on his lap nonchalantly. He briefly considered using the pillow as a shield to make it to the bathroom but that would just look obvious and absolutely idiotic.

As if the universe was on his side Mercedes spoke up, "Alrighty boys, as much fun as this little movie night was I gotta go now." She stood up, stretching. "Sorry I couldn't stay longer but we need to do this again real soon."

Kurt seemed to have been awoken from a trance as he blinked a couple more times before finally standing up to turn on the light.

"Thanks for coming Mercedes, you're a life saver," He leaned into her open arms smiling.

Mercedes laughed, "Kurt, you really otta learn to eat in the dark, you've got cherry flavored popsicle all over yo face!"

Kurt flushed a dark shade red before attempted to clean up the mess with the back of his hand.

Kurt walked Mercedes to the front door and noticed Blaine was still on the sofa holding a couch pillow over his lap. Kurt instantly felt a surge of pride knowing exactly why that pillow was there. He was suddenly very eager to get Mercedes out of his house.

"See ya later Blaine, now you be good to my boy Kurt," she stepped out the door before turning back to finish. "Don't make me regret doing this for ya'll."

"Okay, okay I love you Mercedes but I'll text you tomorrow," he ushered her out and waved quickly before shutting the door to face Blaine.

They were finally alone.


AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while I have been crazy busy, I promise I will update again tomorrow. Also, I will be publishing a new story that I've been working on, just in case you're interested. I hope you like this chapter, thank you for reading and for your messages on tumblr, you guys are awesome! Feedback is appreciated!