Okay, I love you. I was away until Sunday weekend with no internet connections, but Friday before I left I realized I was over 150 reviews and I knew that you were all too awesome to leave on a cliff-hanger. So the story will continue, whether people like it or not sorry if Finn is a little OOC, I was in brotherly love heaven, when I wrote this chapter. Also, in 3 chapters (some of which haven't been written) my absolute favourite chapter of this story will come into play. I miss Wes
Burt pulled his son out of the car and wrapped his arms around him.
"Hey, Kiddo." Burt grinned. Blaine made his way to the trunk of the car, and appeared beside the father and son as the broke apart.
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Hummel." Blaine grinned and stuck out his hand, which Burt accepted.
"You too, Blaine." Burt said, "It's freezing out here, let's go inside." Burt lead the way, as Blaine passed Kurt's bag to him, their hands brushing against each other. They entered the house and Carole wrapped her arms around her step-son.
"Kurt!" She grinned. Kurt pressed a kiss on her cheek and hugged back. He loved Carole, everything about her. She was a huge part of the reason he was so happy. She took care of his dad, and loved him, and that was all Kurt needed.
"Looking fabulous as always." Kurt grinned, at one of his most successful makeovers. Burt grinned and pressed a kiss onto of Carole's head.
"And of course," The new Mrs. Hummel grinned and gave Blaine a quick hug. "Nice to see you." Blaine was just about to return the sentiment, when Finn came barrelling up the stairs.
"Kurt!" Finn exclaimed happily, as he pulled the smaller boy into a hug.
"Hello Finn." Kurt grinned as his brother let him go.
"You've grown." Finn joked. They acted like he had been gone for 5 years, not 5 days. Finn placed his hand on the shorter boy's head and ruffled his hair. Kurt raised his eyebrows and grabbed the skin on Finn's arm and pinched.
"Why did you pinch me?" Finn whined, as he let go of his step-brother.
"You messed up my hair." Kurt replied in his bitchiest tone. Carole and Burt just laughed and made their way into the kitchen to finish dinner. Blaine stood laughing; as he watched the two boys interact with each other.
"What's so funny, chuckles?" Kurt asked, as he reached a hand up to fix his hair.
"You guys are like six year olds." Blaine laughed, as the boys started towards the basement.
"That's what happens when your any only child, who gets a sibling later on in life." Finn laughed and grabbed his brother's bag and carried it down the stairs.
"It doesn't help if your brother is a giant six year old." Kurt muttered under his breath as they entered the room. It had changed drastically while Kurt had been at Dalton. He decided it was only fair to let Finn have the majority of the room.
"It looks different." Blaine commented, as he looked around the room. The once gray walls were now a forest green, with posters of sports and musicians covering one side of the room.
"You mean, it looks ugly." Kurt complained, as Finn defended his decorating style. "Of course I get a brother with no taste or style."
"Hey, Rachel helped me decorate it." Finn reminded Kurt.
"Well that makes even more sense." Kurt poked. In actuality, his relationship with Rachel was better than ever, but her style and taste was still abysmal. "How are things with you and my fellow diva?" Kurt asked, as he took a seat on his bed, Blaine followed him.
"Great. She totally let me feel her up the other night. It was awesome..." Finn gushed, until he remembered who he was sitting with. Both Blaine and Kurt sat there with their eyebrows raised. "Well Puck thought it was awesome." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"What are we going to do tomorrow?" It had been a new directions tradition that every Saturday, the 12 would hang out for the day.
"Rachel said I wasn't allowed to tell you." Finn replied quietly, the boy was so whipped. "She says you're going to complain."
"We aren't going to watch her dance recital videos again, are we?" Kurt shuttered at the thought. Finn laughed loudly, knowing how much he hated those videos too.
"No something cooler...much cooler." Finn put a strange emphasis on the word cooler, but left it at that. Finn turned to Blaine and smiled. "I completely forgot to say hi. How's it going, bro?" Kurt rolled his eyes at the over used word.
"Really good." Blaine grinned, and only Kurt really knew why. "Are the New Directions going to be cool with me tagging along tomorrow?"
"Yea, they don't hate you or anything." Finn told him. "Kurt talks way too much about you for them to hate you." Kurt mentally face-palmed.
"Really, now?" Blaine asked and playfully jabbed Kurt in the side. "What does he say?" Finn had just opened his mouth to speak, when they were called up for dinner, and suddenly Finn was gone. Kurt turned to Blaine and smiled.
"I didn't talk about you that much." He blushed and Blaine brought their mouths together for a quick kiss, before they both walked upstairs.
Kurt was surprised at how well Blaine fit in with his family. They were in the middle of a very dramatic game of charades. Hands were flailing and people were shouting out answers, and everyone was laughing.
"How on earth does making a circle over your head mean, 'Charlie's Angels'?" Finn whined, as Kurt's team won yet again.
"It was a halo, Finn. Like an angel." Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine who just sat quietly, smiling at them.
"Kurt cheats." Finn yelled, accusingly. "He has these eyes that like speak, so if he looks at you he'll give you the answer."
"That's not cheating!" Kurt laughed. "You just truly suck at this game."
"It may not be cheating, but it's like witch craft or something." Finn mumbled, always a sore loser. "I'm going to bed."
"Fine, you big baby." Kurt laughed. "Ever since he started dating Berry, his diva storm out is improving."
Carole sighed as she watched her son make his way downstairs. "He's never been a very good loser."
"You'd think he'd be use to it after his football team's season last year." Burt mumbled before taking a sip of his beer.
"I heard that!" A voice called from downstairs, and those who remained on the main floor, found themselves laughing.
"Did they really have that bad of a season?" Blaine wondered, not really aware of the year McKinley's football team had.
"The only game they ever won was the one Kurt played in." Burt admitted proudly. Blaine turned to the blue eyed boy, eyes wide in surprise.
"Don't look so shocked!" Kurt commented as he playfully shoved Blaine. "I was the best thing that ever happened to that team."
"You're the best thing that happened to a lot of things, Kurty." Blaine mumbled to himself, before realizing he had said it out loud. "I mean...you won Nationals for the Cheerio's...too right? And you won us Sectionals." Blaine thought quickly on his feet, and Kurt joined him.
"Well that's me. Kurt Hummel: Kick ass kicker, high kicking Cheerio, and high note hitting countertenor." Kurt said proudly, as he laughed his signature nervous laugh.
"You're a lot to be proud of, Kurt." Burt commented, as both boys breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well that was close." Kurt mumbled as he exited the bathroom, now in his pyjamas.
"I apologize for almost blowing our cover." Blaine whispered and laid down on Kurt's bed and patted the spot beside him, which Kurt happily too.
"You're lucky you're cute." Kurt smiled as he pulled himself closer to Blaine. Blaine beamed.
"So, you were a cheerleader and a football player?" Blaine asked as he turned over to face Kurt. "That is literally the hottest thing I've ever heard." Blaine leaned forward to kiss Kurt, who pulled away and pointed to the lump lying less than 3 feet away.
"He's not snoring yet." Kurt whispered.
"He's asleep, Kurt." Blaine smiled and pressed his lips against Kurt's, who was tense for a moment but eventually submitted. Their mouths pressed together as Kurt's fingers wrapped themselves in Blaine's curls. Blaine sucked on Kurt's bottom lip until it was slightly swollen and redder than usual.
And when Kurt's tongue snuck its way into Blaine's mouth, both boys heard themselves groan quietly. Blaine's hands travelled down Kurt's stomach and stopped at the band of Kurt's underwear, when he felt the younger boy freeze.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, pulling his mouth away from Kurt's neck. Kurt shook his head and frowned.
"Regardless of if he's sleeping or not, there has to be some sort of a boundary." Blaine nodded obviously understanding the line they would be crossing and pressed one final kiss to Kurt's mouth before rolling onto his side of the bed.
"Hey." Kurt whispered, slightly louder than before. Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt. "Cuddling is still okay." Both boys grinned as Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and placed his head on his chest.
I'll try to post another chapter tonight and one tomorrow morning before work. Thanks so much for reviewing...I need to think of another way to describe Kurt...every time I call him the younger boy...it sounds creepy.