Disclaimer- I don't own anything. Ryan Murphy owns my life, lol pretty much. So Glee and it's characters are not mine, they belong to Ryan Murphy and the other writers as well as Fox.

Author Notes- Here you go guys! I've been working on yet another story. It is quite the thriller, something I have never done before. I hope to upload it in the next week or so. In it Kurt has a serious stalker, I don't want to give too much away. But I hope it turns out good!

Enjoy

"Kurt!" A voice yelled from somewhere. Blaine groaned he didn't want to wake up he was still so sleepy. Last night he actually sleeps well. He didn't have any nightmares and his bed was even warmer than usual. He still hasn't told Kurt that he still has been having the horrid nightmares; he feels horrible he hates keeping secrets.

"Kurt come on I thought we were making brunch together today?" the same voice called out again. Why was it calling Kurt?

"Be down in a minute!" A beautiful voice called out from the other side of the room. There was only one beautifully majestic voice that Blaine knew it was Kurt. Why was Kurt in his room?

"Kurt!" The voice yelled over what sounded like Blaine's bed. Ugh he rolled out from under all of the pillows and attempted to open his eyes.

"Ugh where am I?" he mumbled looking at the surrounding area. He couldn't make anything out though it was all still so blurry.

"Oh uh... My bad... I uh Kurt I'll be downstairs." the man said walking out the room. With a groan Blaine fell back onto the fluffy bed curling up under the sheets that smelt delightfully like Kurt.

"Blaine, are you up?" Kurt asked from what must be the bathroom; he must be in Kurt's room.

"No." he replied. He was too tired to even move right now. Everything hurt; he had a horrible head ache and his stomach hurt every time he moved. The memories from the night before were coming back to him. Why did he drink so much?

He felt the bed dip next to him and a light hand rubbed his back.

"You okay Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"No. I feel like I got hit by a truck." he answered refusing to move to face Kurt it would hurt too much if he did.

"You did drink quite a lot last night. Here sit up and take this."

"No I don't want to!" Blaine whined.

"Come on, up!" Kurt said reaching around Blaine's waist and pulling him into a sitting position. Kurt handed him carefully a glass of water and a pill.

"How do I know you are not drugging me and then going to do stuff to me?" Blaine muttered annoyed that he couldn't sleep more.

"Why would even suggest that I would do something like that?" Kurt asked playfully.

"I don't know Kurt I'm suffering through a hangover right now. I can't even think straight!" he swallowed the pill and drank the water slowly trying not to throw it up.

"Sorry, sorry." Kurt said leaning back against the pillows. His neck stretched as he looked absentmindedly at the ceiling. Blaine put the glass on the nightstand next to the bed and kissed Kurt's neck softly. Kurt sighed and Blaine snuggled up closely burying his head into Kurt's chest.

Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's messy curls playing with them.

"Let's go back to sleep." Blaine sighed, the soothing fingers in his hair putting him back to sleep.

"No Blaine my dad expects me downstairs. If I don't go he will think that we are up to something." Kurt sighed retrieving his hands.

"Up to what?" Blaine asked confused.

"Really Blaine? Really?" Kurt asked giving him a look. Suddenly Blaine understood, oh man awkward.

"Ohhhh. Yup I get it." Blaine tried to think up a joke but his brain couldn't work that fast at the moment.

"Blaine you should probably go." Kurt said. "I mean it would be a nice surprise to find you still up here waiting for me. But I think it would be best if you left, for my dad's sake."

"Relax Kurt I get it." Blaine said leaning over capturing Kurt's lips in a gentle kiss. Blaine wanted to press the kiss deeper but it really wasn't the right time.

"I'll get ready to go." Blaine got up and began searching for various articles of clothing. He had his pants and sweater on still but he couldn't find his right sock or his coat. He left his school bag here somewhere if he could only find it.

"Your bag and coat I'm afraid are in my front room. You might not be able to sneak past my dad. I will try my hardest to distract him. Who knows what my dad will do?" Kurt got quieter as he talked but Blaine was certain that he heard Kurt say 'he does own a gun'. Blaine swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Ok um do you know where my other sock is?" Blaine asked. Kurt's room was spotless, but for some reason everything seemed to disappear when it entered the room. Blaine watched Kurt kneel on the ground and look under the bed.

"Check in the bed, maybe it fell off when you were sleeping." Kurt said crawling to the other side of the bed and lifting up the covers to peak under the bed.

Blaine jumped onto the bed and rifled through the sheets finding the balled up sock at the end of the bed hidden between the covers.

"Found it!" He exclaimed excitedly putting it on his foot. Kurt stood up and stifled a yawn. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm just tired." Kurt answered rubbing at his eyes.

"How did you sleep last night you know with an…extra body…in the bed?" Blaine asked awkwardly.

"Well let's just say you love to cuddle." Kurt said rolling his eyes.

"I do love to cuddle but how did that affect your sleep?" He asked confused.

"Meaning when I got too hot and rolled over away from you, you would mutter 'no Kurt cuddle!' over and over again. And you move nonstop when you sleep too. Constantly rolling around or hugging me tighter or rubbing your feet against something." Kurt said laughing slightly.

"Oh… well sorry. Rubbing my feet?" Blaine asked chuckling.

"Yeah, either it was the sheets or the bed or my feet, sometimes your leg or my leg. Your feet were just constantly moving and rubbing against something." Kurt explained.

"Oh I must have been cold or something. I like to rub my feet against stuff to get them warm or sometimes I do it just because it feels soft." Blaine laughed.

"Wow." Kurt said sarcastically, "Remind me again why I'm dating you?"

"Because you love me and my weird quirks."

"It's true I do." Kurt reached across the bed and kissed Blaine gently.

"Now tell me, how we are going to sneak me out?" Blaine asked pulling away with a huge smile on his face.

"My dad is not that bad. I just don't want him to meet you officially on these terms. The first time he saw you we were tangled on the couch crying." Kurt explained. Blaine thought back to that time, it was when Karofsky hurt Kurt pretty bad and he brought him back to his house. Blaine fixed him up with and they bonded over Disney princess band aids. Everything was going perfect until Kurt asked him why he was bullied so badly. He didn't blame Kurt for his panic attack. How could he? It brought them so much closer.

He remembered going into a flashback to the time those bullies sent him to the hospital. He remembered Kurt saying his name softly bringing him out of the horrid nightmare. He remembered Kurt's soft embrace as he buried into the boy he only knew for a few day's bare shoulder. He recalled waking up and Kurt hugging him. He slept over the Hummel-Hudson's that night and Kurt shared his story. They became so much closer in such little time that day.

"What are you thinking about?" Kurt asked grabbing his hands and lacing his fingers with Blaine's.

Blaine remembers when Kurt first held his hand too. It was after he woke up from his panic attack. Kurt asked him if it was okay and Blaine truly never thought that something felt so right before in his life; Kurt's soft hands fitting perfectly in his.

"I'm thinking about us, about the first day I was over your house." Blaine smiled.

"Aw," Kurt smiled "How sweet! Okay I have an idea why don't I go down and distract my dad and then you can grab your coat and escape?"

Blaine thought for a moment. Did he really want Kurt's dad to think of him like that? Maybe it was best to face him and to tell him the truth. Well maybe not all of the truth. But his dad already caught him in his son's bed, although they didn't do anything who knows what he might be thinking right now. It would be better to set the man straight, in all due respect.

"Kurt…I think we shouldn't do this." Blaine said as Kurt's face twisted into confusion.

"Do what?"

"This sneaking around your dad. We didn't do anything so why should we sneak around guiltily like we did?" He asked looking at Kurt as he tried to understand where Blaine was going with this. "I think we should walk downstairs and formally introduce me to your Dad. Who knows maybe he will take us by surprise and actually let me live?"

"No…no… see you don't understand my dad. He loves me and wants what is best for me; and if I'm happy supposedly he is happy too. But his love comes with a scary amount of protection. And right now he thinks his little boy just lost his virginity to a curly haired boy he's never actually met before. And since he doesn't know you, his mind automatically goes to the thought that you took advantage of me last night. Right about now your pretty little butt does not look too safe." Kurt explained taking his hands away and pacing back and forth in his room nervously. He threads his fingers into his perfectly sculpted hair, before he realized what he had just done and pulled them out quickly. He ran to the mirror and fixed his hair.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad. What difference will it make if I sneak out? Eventually I will have to meet him anyways. He will be thinking even worse thoughts then and you would have to face him by yourself; because if I escape just wait for the lecture your dad is going to throw at you!"

"No my dad isn't like that. He is more of a leave the situation alone and prays that it will all just go away kind of guy."

"He might be like that with other issues but just try to think of how big of an issue he is thinking up right now. I mean you are his precious little baby boy it is only natural for him to be worried about you."

"Maybe you are right." Kurt sighed. "My dad, well he's okay with me being gay, but at the same time he never talks to me about it or anything related too it."

"You can't talk to him about relationship kind of problems?" Blaine asked shocked. He knew Kurt had a great relationship with his dad. His dad understood him and cared about him no matter who he loves. From what Kurt tells him, he is the dream parents for gays; so much unlike his own father. Blaine thinks about what his father is doing right now. He wonders where he is staying or if he has even thought about coming back. Blaine hopes not.

"No I can't. He doesn't understand gay stuff; I'm sure he has no idea what gay people even do and that he is not willing to think about it." Kurt said timidly.

"Kurt you have to talk to someone." Blaine said.

"Well I guess I could talk to Carole, but I guess I just really wished I could talk to my dad about this stuff. I mean if I was straight and I had girl problems my dad would have no problem helping me out. I know I sound so selfish right now considering your dad hates you because of who you are but I just can't stop thinking about this." Kurt sighed. Blaine opened his arms letting Kurt fall into them. He pressed a kiss to Kurt's soft hair and pulled him back.

"Come on lets go talk to him."

They walked down stairs side by side, but not holding each other's hand. That might throw things over the top and then who knows what thoughts might be flying through Kurt's dad's head. They found him in the kitchen leaning over a cook book with his back to them.

"Dad?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine watched as Kurt's dad straightened up at the sound of his son's voice and turned around. Shock spread across the middle aged man's face when he saw Blaine standing there as well.

"You have a lot of nerve facing me right now." Mr. Hummel said and Blaine didn't know who he was talking too; it could truly be either of them.

"Dad, look-"

"Sir, I'm sorry. Last night I was not in good shape to drive home after the party and Kurt let me sleep over. Sleep nothing else. We should have asked your permission first but Kurt didn't want to wake you." Blaine blurted quickly he heard Kurt gasp from beside him. His legs felt weak and his head was spinning but he was determined to do this. He could be this dapper confident boy he keeps wishing he could be in his head. And a dapper boy would not faint in front of his boyfriend's dad!

"Were you drunk?"

"Y-yes I was, biggest mistake ever I think and I am truly paying for it at the moment." He said reaching to rub his head.

"So there was drinking at this party. You two do realize that is illegal and you could have gotten into serious trouble. And Kurt! Are you drinking now? I can see you have some bad influences in your life." Mr. Hummel said turning his attention to his son. Blaine looked at Kurt now too, who rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Dad, I did not drink and neither did Finn. Blaine made a mistake and besides there wasn't even supposed to be drinking at the party we were caught completely off guard. I told Blaine he should drink, if he wanted to, that I would drive home. I just wanted him to have fun. His has been through some tough times in the past years and I just wanted him to let loose a little." Kurt explained and this time it was Blaine who gasped. Kurt just wanted him to have fun to make up for the rough times he's been through with his father and bullies? That was why he insisted on Blaine drinking?

"Still, Blaine you didn't have to obey Kurt. That is called peer pressure; don't they ever teach you things in school?" Mr. Hummel asked.

"I…I know sir. Sorry sir. It will never happen again." Blaine picked at the hem of his sweater nervously. "Um sir? Do you mind if I talk to you alone for a few minutes?"

"What?" Kurt said shocked.

"Yeah sure thing. Kurt why don't you start cooking while I talk to Blaine. Come on Blaine." Mr. Hummel led them to another room closing the door. "Alright what did you want to talk about?"

"Um before we came down here, Kurt said some things."

"What kind of things?"

"Well he said that he couldn't talk to you about relationship kind of problems. I totally admire you two's relationship because well, I wish my father was like you."

"Your dad doesn't accept you?"

"No, my dad doesn't. He used to try to force me to be straight, but then he gave up. He hates me and he makes sure I understand that. My mom kicked him out of the house for him to 'think' but I know this won't change anything…I guess I just think that what you and Kurt have something special and that I think it would be even more special if he could come and talk to you about things." Blaine explained.

"I'm sorry about your dad, Blaine, but Kurt can come and talk to me if he really needs too."

"Can he? I mean have you even ever talked to him about sex? What if at college he gets drunk or something and someone really does take advantage of him. I mean I'm hoping he will love me forever and that will never happen but you never know. It is all so far in the future, the next guy might not care about him at all and use him." Blaine shuddered at the thought. "I-"

"Enough." Mr. Hummel said cutting Blaine off. "I get it. You seem like a pretty good kid, Blaine; I hope Kurt is smart enough to hang on to you."

"Yeah I hope so too." Blaine smiled. "Did you know that McKinley doesn't even teach sex ed? And even if they did I doubt they would teach any about gay sex."

"I knew that school doesn't teach you guys anything worth knowing. Tell you what, I'll talk to Kurt. I'm sure he will be pretty pissed that you told me to give him the horrible 'sex talk' but I'm sure he will thank you eventually."

"Oh please don't tell him I told you too. Make it come up like it was natural or something. You are right he would never forgive me."

"Alright let's get back to Kurt; I'm sure he's getting pretty impatient. He probably thinks I'm killing you right now or something."

"I'm sure you are probably right, sir."

"Please, Blaine, I trust you, call me Burt." Mr. Hummel said surprisingly.

"Okay, Burt. I should probably get going my mom is surely worried about me right now." Blaine said heading to the door.

"Alright, why don't you say goodbye to Kurt first so that he knows that you are alive."

Blaine and Burt walked to the kitchen where Kurt was waiting smacking the Wisk back and forth onto his hand.

"Kurt." Blaine smiled as Kurt's head shot up. Blaine turned around and Burt retreated to the living room giving the two boys some time in private.

"What did you guys talk about?" Kurt asked tracing a soft finger across Blaine's jaw bone.

"Oh nothing, I'm sure you will find out soon."

Kurt raised his right eye brow. Blaine leaned in and pressed a light kiss onto his lips.

"I should get going." Blaine said sadly, he hated leaving Kurt, but they both needed to spend time with their families.

Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips more forcefully against Blaine's wrapping his arms around the shorter boy's neck. Blaine giggled into Kurt's mouth. "Bye Kurt."

"Bye Blaine."

"Have fun." Blaine chucked as he grabbed his coat and bag and escaped out of the door.

"What? Wait Blaine what is that supposed to mean?" Kurt yelled after Blaine. But Blaine simply laughed as he climbed into his car. He was sure Kurt would by calling him later on that night.