Tumblr prompt: Blaine moves in with Kurt in New York, and now that he's closer Tony feels that it's his duty as a parent to check in on his son from time to time (meaning every waking moment) and Blaine's really kinda getting tired of it now.

They had it all planned out before Blaine's NYADA acceptance letter even arrived. Realistically speaking, cramming Blaine into the loft that already housed Rachel, Santana, Kurt and occasionally Dani and Elliot wasn't going to work. So, as of midway through July (after an extensive battle with Tony that still somehow ended with him paying a larger share than they would have liked) Kurt and Blaine could officially say that they were the proud owners of a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment, just ten minutes away from Stark Tower.

Of course, Carver had managed to slip in God knows how many homophobic comments about Blaine and Kurt living together. Blaine had ignored them; not even his mom's bitter excuse for a husband could take away the fact that he was moving to New York. With Kurt. And he'd never have to see Carver again.

As if to make up for the new lack of parental presence, his dad made a point of showing up so often that they started to anticipate his arrival every morning over breakfast.

It'd started as nothing. Tony had showed up with Steve and Clint to help shift boxes (Bruce wasn't really one for heavy lifting unless he was in Hulk mode, and the Hulk wasn't really someone you wanted to let loose in an apartment you'd owned for less than an hour) and Blaine and Kurt had welcomed the help. Well, Blaine had welcomed the help; Kurt had insisted on getting a start on 'unloading what was already upstairs'. He'd kissed Blaine, smirked and sent him downstairs to lead the three men back up to the right apartment.

It wasn't as often to begin with. Tony would drop by after both boys had staggered home from classes, offering to buy them dinner.

"I'm just checking up on my favourite son," Tony had shrugged, "Making sure you're adapting to big city life okay."

"I'm your only son," Blaine had rolled his eyes.

"That I know of."

"And it's not like I've never been to the city before, is it? I spent a month of last summer out here with you."

"It's different when you don't have Ohio to go back to," Kurt had added.

"See?" Tony raised his chin indignantly, "Your boyfriend understands me."

Blaine did understand though. New York was loud, all the time, but when Kurt had to work or they didn't finish classes at the same time New York couldn't seem more quiet. He was lonely, to an extent. He missed constantly having his mom around.

But then his dad started turning up for breakfast.

Letting himself in.

Drinking the last of their coffee.

"He's worried about you," Kurt had smiled, drawing a blanket from the back of the couch over the both of them, "I think it's sweet."

It was 'sweet' when Tony realised Kurt was harbouring a secret knowledge of car mechanics and turned up halfway through dinner one night.

Tony was just 'worried about him' when a boy in Blaine's class made a less than pleasant comment about Kurt, and said commenter lost his place at NYADA.

But even Kurt stopped trying to justify Tony's actions when he walked in on them not exactly fully clothed.

"Hey, boys," The door had swung open, "I was passing by and- oh, dear God I did not need to see that."

"Dad!" Blaine exclaimed, falling off the couch and scrambling to his feet, "What are you doing?"

"I just stopped by to say hi and I walk in on my son and his boyfriend going at it on the couch-"

"'Going at it'? We still have pants on!"

"Wasn't going that way though, was it?"

"No, that's it," Blaine scoffed, taking his shirt from Kurt and pulling it over his head.

"Blaine," Kurt warned.

"I'm done," Blaine shook his head, "Look, dad, I love you, I do, but you can't keep doing this. I'm eighteen years old, I need space. You can't just walk in here like you own the place. Just… just stop."

"Okay."

"And I- wait, what?"

"Okay," Tony shrugged, "I get it. I worry about you, but I should… I should stop. I should stay in the tower and imagine all of the horrible things that could be happening to you and-"

"Dad," Blaine groaned.

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Tony, I think what Blaine is trying to say is that you don't have to stay away completely, just… maybe you know, you don't have to be here every day?" Kurt offered.

"No, no, it's all right; I'll just leave and never show my face here again."

"Dad."

"Tony, you can't just guilt us in to letting you continue to show up unannounced."

"I know, I get it," Tony crossed his arms over his chest, "But I guess I could guilt you both into stopping by the tower more."

"But-"

"We could do that."

"Kurt, don't give in to his demands!"

"Listen to your boyfriend, Blainers," Tony chastised, "I'll see you both tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow?" Blaine repeated.

"You're coming over for dinner," Tony beamed, "Goodbye, boys." Tony sauntered out of the apartment, pulling the door shut behind him. Blaine hung his head in resignation.

"Kurt, what have you done?"

"He just wants to check up on us, it's-"

"Please don't finish that sentence."