A/N: This is just a really random little scene to prove to you that I'm still alive and continuing this little story! By the way, Highest Heights, I promise I am working on the food fight but I wanna make it good so it's taking a while... sorry! Just realized that this is my 10th chapter, sentimental moment over here!
PS: I think you know what I'm gonna say anyway but oh well... reviews and prompts please please please?!
Disclaimer: I don't own glee, but oh the fun I would have if I did!
Burt parked up outside the house and made his way to the door, that's strange he thought. Normally Kurt unlocked the door for him when he went away for the weekend, he discarded it as nothing considering he was a back a few hours earlier than he normally was and made his way through the deserted house to the living room.
Burt now took note of how there was no music drifting softly down the stairs from Kurt's room, and no angelic voice singing. He was trying to figure out where Kurt could be and came to the conclusion that he'd probably gone to Blaine's house.
After kicking off his shoes and putting his jacket on the dented and scratched coat hook he made his way up the stairs and was just about to cross the landing to his and Carole's room when he heard something, it resembled the sound of a muffled groan. The noise had come from inside Kurt's room, quickly but quietly he padded over and listened at the door. He wondered if they were being burgled, or maybe a raccoon had got in, after reasoning with himself that it was no good just standing there listening he pushed the door open.
He was so unprepared for what he saw that he had to work extremely hard not to yell. It wasn't a burglar, or raccoons at all it was Kurt and Blaine. Correction it was Kurt and Blaine deeply asleep on Kurt's bed, Burt thanked god that there was a blanket there to cover them as from what he could tell from their bare upper bodies and slightly exposed hips, underneath it they were both naked. Since when did they start having sex?! He peeked around the door once more to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
Blaine was lying on his back, his hair had completely sprung loose from his helmet of gel making him slightly resemble a poodle, his face was flushed even though he was sleeping so Burt knew they couldn't have been asleep for long. He had both arms curled firmly and protectively around Kurt's thin waist, who was lying on his side, his breathing slow and heavy, and his head resting on Blaine's chest. Hang on, is that a hickey?! Burt stepped a tad further into the room to try and make out what the reddish-purple marks were that trailed from Kurt's neck to his hip. Kurt's hair was also ruffled from its perfect quiff and was creeping across his pale forehead, he was resting his head on Blaine's chest and one arm was draped lazily over his shoulder, the other hand was lost under the mass of blanket that swarmed the boys' lower halves. On closer inspection it appeared that yes, they were hickeys, but Burt didn't have long to inspect them though as Blaine had started fidgeting meaning he had approximately three seconds to vacate the room before he was seen.
A/N: I really do love Burt, I might just have to start using him more! He's just so sweet, and probably the world's best dad... ever! Anyway... enough of that, please leave prompts and reviews and whatever else takes your fancy whilst you're there!