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Chapter 11

"Blaine honey, we're home!"

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Blaine froze. "Oh holy hell, my parents are back! They said they wouldn't be here 'til late morning tomorrow!"

"Oh my God, what do we do?"

Blaine glanced around, gesturing frantically, "Shhh, your voice gets shrill when you're panicked. Be quiet. Get into the bathroom. I'm the only one who uses that one. But get in the bathtub and close the curtain just in case."

Kurt ran for the restroom and made it in there just in time. Blaine's mother knocked on the door and then opened it without waiting for permission just as Blaine whipped his blanket over his lap to cover himself up.

"Hi honey, we're back a little early. Your father wasn't feeling well and he just wanted to come home and sleep in his own bed. Whose Navigator is out there in the driveway?"

Shit, I forgot about that, cursed Blaine to himself. "Um, my friend Kurt was over here for awhile. He was helping me rehearse for my audition at Six Flags and he couldn't get his car to start. His stepbrother came and picked him up about an hour ago." Dammit, I hope we can weasel our way out of this one.

"Oh, does he need any help getting it somewhere to be fixed tomorrow?"

"No, his dad owns a garage. I'm sure he'll be able to help Kurt out."

"Sounds good, Darling. Your father and I are going to head off to bed. If you do any more rehearsing tonight, please sing quietly, or go downstairs. He's got a migraine and as beautiful as your voice is, he doesn't need to be kept awake."

"Okay Mom. I love you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," said Mrs. Anderson as she pulled the door shut behind her.

"Phew," sighed Blaine as he collapsed into his desk chair. "C'mon out Kurt, it's safe."

"Oh. My. God! That was close. What am I going to do, though, Blaine? I have to get home."

"You could just call your dad and say your battery died and that my dad will give you a jump in the morning before he goes to work."

Kurt was nervous and fussing, "I should really try to find a way to get home, though. I've got stuff to do."

"It's summer vacation, Kurt. What do you have to do that can't be put off a little later?"

Kurt stopped to think about it for awhile. He was trying to make excuses to leave because he needed some time alone to think about what all had just happened here tonight. He was ready for it to happen, sure, but sometimes things just needed awhile to sink in.

"Nothing, I guess. I'll go ahead and call Dad and see if he buys it. I've never been able to lie to him."

"Just keep it short and to the point. It's when you get wordy that they can sense you're lying."

Kurt pulled out his cell phone and dialed his dad's number.

"Hey Dad, it's just me. I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home tonight."

"What's wrong, Kurt? Did something happen?"

"No, the battery in the Navigator died in Blaine's driveway. I must have left the dome light on or something. Blaine's dad will give me a jump start in the morning."

"He can't give you one now?"

"No, he's in bed. He went to bed with a migraine." Kurt was glad he could at least tell the truth about that.

"Well, I could come over there and help you out."

"No Dad, it's okay, really. Blaine's parents are here and they don't mind at all that I stay for the night."

"Well, okay. And Kurt? I'm sure the Andersons don't intend for you to sleep in their son's bed. Please stay wherever they put you, okay?"

"I will Dad, talk to you in the morning. Love you."

"Love you too, Kurt."

Kurt flipped his phone shut. "Well, that was nerve-wracking. How did I do?"

"It sounded pretty good, sweetie! Just don't ever lie to me like that, okay?" Blaine assured.

"Believe me, I felt like hell just lying like that. And kids are supposed to lie to their parents. It'd probably kill me to lie to you." Kurt sighed. "I think I'm going to need to call Finn. I can't just appear out of nowhere to pick up my car in the morning. What time do your parents usually get up? I'm going to need to sneak out of there before then, walk down the road to catch up with Finn, and then have him drop me off. How are we going to explain if anyone asks why the Navigator works fine?"

"We can either pretend to put the cables on and jump the car, or we can just claim the problem self-corrected overnight."

Kurt was incredulous, "Really? Will they buy that?"

Blaine wasn't worried, "My mom fully believes there's some sort of gremlin living in our house because she's constantly losing stuff she swears she's never touched. She'll buy anything we want to sell her."

"Are we sure that Brittany's not related to her somehow? That sounds like something she'd say. She does claim her cat reads her diary."

Blaine chuckled. "You never know. It could happen."

"Hey Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"If I'm going to be staying here overnight, I kinda need to clean up and change my clothes. Can I borrow something?"

"Oh! Of course! Sorry about that. In the excitement of getting rid of my mom, I kinda forgot that we are not in the comfiest of clothing at the moment. PJ pants in the second drawer, and you know where the bathroom is." He grinned sheepishly.

"If you want to clean up first, I need to text Finn and let him know what the situation is."

"Will he help you?"

"Yeah, he will. He's never really stopped feeling guilty for causing our temporary breakup so he usually doesn't say no to me."

Blaine went into the bathroom to change, and Kurt picked up his phone to text Finn.

I need your help. Pick me up at Blaine's at 8am tomorrow. ~ Kurt

Y r u Blaine's? & y 8am? – Finn

Long story. B's mom almost caught us, I hid, B made up story, now I need your help. - Kurt

Oh, and I will wait for you down the road, then you can drive me here. - Kurt

Don't tell Dad. - Kurt

U O me deets tmrw, man. C U at 8. – Finn.

After sending Finn a quick thank you text, Kurt put down the phone and went to grab some PJ pants. Upon opening the drawer, he discovered that this was also Blaine's underwear drawer. Curiously, Kurt shuffled through the stack. They were all boxer briefs. Kurt nearly swooned just remembering the sight of Blaine in tight boxer briefs. Near the bottom of the pile of underwear, though, were some cute novelty briefs. He noticed the last pair in the pile and had to chuckle – they were navy blue with pink sunglasses on them. Blaine's favorite sunglasses were a pair of oversized pink plastic sunglasses and he wore them EVERYWHERE. He even wore them with his suit on the way to the prom, though thankfully he left them in the car when they arrived. Making a quick decision, Kurt swiped the undies out of the drawer. After all, they were on the bottom, he reasoned. Blaine probably won't even remember I had access to the drawer by the time he gets to the bottom of the pile.

He hid the underwear in the folds of the pajama pants he was holding just as Blaine came out of the bathroom.

"Is everything all set with Finn?" Blaine asked.

"Yep, he'll be here at 8. Well, he'll be down the street at 8. I'm gonna have to sneak out so I can meet with him and look like I'm just arriving to get my car."

"That should work. My mom will be home, but she typically doesn't leave her room 'til at least 8. We'll just need to run you out the door real fast by 7:45 and it should work. My dad won't be around. He leaves for work at 5:15."

"He works on Saturdays?"

"These days he works all the time. I don't always see him every day," Blaine shrugged.

"Well, I'm going to change and get ready for bed. I'll be out in a few minutes."

Blaine hoped it would be more than a few minutes. He hadn't known earlier that day that he'd have his boyfriend in between the sheets of his own bed that night, and he couldn't remember if he had changed the sheets after the last erotic dream he had had about Kurt. He ran his hands over the sheet and didn't feel any iffy spots, so he would just take his chances and hope for the best.

Kurt finished in the bathroom and crawled into bed to join him. Like a magnet, as soon as he got under the covers, Blaine scooted up close to him and cuddled him tight. He turned off the light. It was dark, but not pitch black, as the moon was shining in the window and Blaine's Harry Potter nightlight was in the nearest corner. Blaine's obsession with Harry Potter amused Kurt – you'd've thought that Blaine actually WAS Harry Potter or something.

Something had been bothering Kurt since Blaine had had the brief conversation with his mother.

"Blaine?"

"Yes Kurt?"

"When you were talking to your mom earlier, how come I was your 'friend' Kurt and not your 'boyfriend' Kurt?"

Blaine stiffened, and not in the sexy exciting way. "Um, well, she and Dad don't exactly know about you."

Kurt was immediately hurt. "Why not? Are you ashamed of me?"

Blaine sat straight up in bed and whispered forcefully, "NO Kurt, how could I possibly be ashamed of a wonderful person like you? Why would you even think that?"

"I don't know Blaine, perhaps it's because we've been together for several MONTHS and you haven't said anything to your parents?"

"Well, there's more they don't know…"

"What else don't they know that would be relevant to this conversation? Oh, wait a minute… Blaine, please don't tell me… they don't know you're gay, do they?"

A tear slipped down Blaine's face. "No, they don't. I don't know how to tell them. I've tried so many times for the past few years and I just can't figure out how to do it."

"You need to tell them, Blaine. Regardless of how madly in love I am with you, I will not be a 'dirty little secret.' I don't want to hide. I want to be able to walk right up to you and kiss you in front of them without them being shocked. I want them to know me and to know how wonderful we are together. And I want them to know that I will take care of their son just as my dad knows that you will take care of his. I will be there for you the whole way. If you want the moral support while you tell them, I can be there, or I can stay away if you think you need to do this on your own. But they need to know, Blaine."

Blaine stared at the ceiling, "I know. I wish I knew the best way to approach it."

"Most parents appreciate pure honesty." Kurt tried to soften his bluntness by stroking Blaine's chest.

"I just don't know if they will be okay with this. I don't think they think very much of gays. They're really conservative and every time there's some sort of gay rights story on the news, I hear my dad grumbling something about how 'too much time and money' is spent on these issues. I can't tell if he thinks it's stupid that it's even an issue, or if he has something against gays, or what."

"You're not going to know until you talk to them, Blaine. You need to try. Would you like me to be there?"

Blaine flinched. "No, I can't have you there! I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you hearing anything my parents have to say that's negative. They are somewhat prejudiced and I'm not sure they can control their mouths with you around."

"My skin is tougher than you think, but I understand. Way back when I first met you, you told me one word. Courage. And I've been using it as my motto and my mantra ever since. It has served me well. Please take your own advice."

"Thank you, Kurt. You seem to have a gift for always knowing the right thing to say."

"I think it only works for you. With everyone else, I only seem to put my foot in my mouth."

Both boys set their phone alarms for 7:15 to give Kurt ample time to sneak back outside and wait for Finn to pick him up. Blaine tried to snuggle back up to Kurt, but Kurt turned him around so that he was the little spoon. After that conversation and the one he was going to have with his parents very soon, Kurt figured that Blaine should be the one to be held this time, instead of the one doing the holding. Blaine turned his head back to share a very gentle loving kiss, and then they drifted off to sleep.

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Blaine was startled awake at about 3am. He wasn't sure why. It wasn't until he remembered the warm body next to him that he figured out what must have woken him. He rested his head on Kurt and was just about to go back to sleep when he felt - what was that, a growl? – come from deep within Kurt's chest.

"Oh God Blaine, that feels so good."

"Kurt, honey, are you awake?" Blaine whispered. He quickly assessed the situation. Deep breathing, eyes closed, no response to his voice. Yep, still asleep.

Blaine shifted and waited for a moment longer, then snuggled back into Kurt. Then Kurt squirmed and let out a long, low moan.

"Blaine, I need you to move your hand faster," he begged.

HOLY SHIT, Blaine thought. He's having a sexy dream about me!

"FUCK, Blaine, you're going to make me come in my pants again," Kurt groaned, just a little bit too loudly this time.

And he's a very dirty boy in his sleep, too. Me likey…

Blaine was scared his parents would hear what was going on in his room and wake up, so he decided he needed to try to defuse this situation, both the one right here and then immediately afterwards, the one in his own pants. As freaked out as he was that they might attract his parents' attention, he was SO turned on...

He needed to do something that would distract Kurt out of his dream but not wake him up. He decided to tickle Kurt's ribs a little. Kurt giggled, and Blaine thought it was the cutest thing he had ever heard. He had thought hearing Kurt giggle when he was awake was adorable, but there was just something about sleep giggles. Blaine tickled him again and Kurt squirmed and shifted. He buried his head into his pillow and his body seemed to shift into a deeper stage of sleep.

Blaine hoped that was enough to take care of the sleep talking because he desperately needed to get to the bathroom and take care of other pressing issues.

He rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. He immediately dropped his pants and took himself into his hand. He had, of course, masturbated before – he was a 17 year old guy for goodness sake - but he had never felt as if his life depended on it. It probably DID depend on it, because if he didn't do something, he was going to attack his boyfriend in his sleep and be very loud about it, and then his parents would hear them and kill him.

He was so close to the edge that he didn't have to go through his usual library of mental images of Kurt. All he needed to do was remember that sexy growl Kurt had let loose and Blaine was done for. The force of his orgasm just about brought him to his knees. If this is what happens when it's just me, I can't imagine how my entire body isn't going to self-combust when it's his hand instead of mine, he thought.

Blaine cleaned himself up and brought his breathing back under control. Very quietly, he tiptoed back into his room and slipped underneath the covers. Kurt must have sensed he was there because he immediately wrapped his arms around Blaine and squeezed him tight. Blaine smiled.

"Love you, Kurt."

"Love you too," he mumbled back.

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A/N: Betcha didn't think Kurt was an undie snatcher, didja? Kurt's got a little streak of mischief in him! And he's just a little bit sexually repressed, huh? LOL

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