Author's Note: Okay, this weekend I've basically not written. Thursday night I spent the night at my friend's house so we could leave for a road trip Friday morning & we didn't get home till Monday evening. During that time I typed up this chapter, which was longhanded before I left, & longhanded about 3 notebook pages of 'Adorable Mess'. & also listened to a lot of music, drove for hundreds of miles, and watched episodes of The Nanny & Doctor Who on my laptop. I will get back onto writing this week I hope but, as always, I'm kind of busy, so I'll do the best I can. This chapter is even longer than the last 2, over 2000 words. I tried to cut it into 2 chapters but there wasn't a good place to do that, so over 2000 words it remains. You probably don't mind.

Thanks for reading!

-SQ

Disclaimer: Covering my ass by redundantly stating that I do not own Glee

Chapter Twelve: Bad idea, Good idea

Kurt was in a bad mood. All he had wanted was to go on a date with his boyfriend; a reasonable desire, he thought, seeing as their last one had been summarily ruined. He had explained this, quite rationally, to his parents, but unfortunately he and they were not seeing eye to eye on the matter.

"You are not staying out that late on a school night, end of story," said Burt firmly as he set the plates for dinner.

"Why doesn't anyone trust us? God!" said Kurt, slamming down the silverware so forcefully that the table rattled.

"It has nothing to do with trust, buddy," said Burt. "We simply don't want you out that late on a school night."

"I'm not ten anymore, Dad!"

"You're right, you're not," said Burt. "You're sixteen, and it's about time you started acting like it."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Kurt, I know I've babied you a bit since your mm died, and so maybe this is partially my fault, but you're not the only person in this house and you don't make the rules. Carole thinks, and I agree, that it isn't appropriate for two teenagers to be out so late on a school night."

"Carole's not my mother," spat Kurt.

"Go to your room, Kurt."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said," said Burt. "Go to your room. I will call you down when dinner's ready."

"Ugh!" yelled Kurt, throwing the last fork down on the table. "Why do people in this house have to ruin everything?"

*****BB*****

*Buzz buzz buzz* *Buzz buzz buzz*

Kurt grabbed his phone off his bedside table and looked at the screen, his glare softening when he saw the illuminated name.

From: Blaine Anderson

To: Kurt Hummel

Hey baby, we still on for tonight?

Kurt hesitated for a minute and then typed back.

From: Kurt Hummel

To: Blaine Anderson

Yeah, text me when you get here and I'll meet you out front.

From: Blaine Anderson

To: Kurt Hummel

Sweet. I'll see you in an hr ½, 2 hrs, k?

From: Kurt Hummel

To: Blaine Anderson

I can't wait :)

*****BB*****

An hour and forty-five minutes later, after a dinner eaten in sullen (on Kurt's part), confused (on Finn's), and resigned (their parents') silence, Kurt's phone buzzed once more.

From: Blaine Anderson

To: Kurt Hummel

I'm here

From : Kurt Hummel

To: Blaine Anderson

K. Be down in a sec

Kurt shoved his phone into his pocket, slung his bag over his shoulder, and stuck his head out into the hall. All clear. He could see the light from under Finn's bedroom door indicating that his step-brother was inside at least ostensibly working on his homework. As he tiptoed down the stairs sounds from the kitchen told him that his dad and Carole were still cleaning up. Practically holding his breath, his heart pounding in his throat, Kurt opened the front door and slipped out, closing it as gently as possible behind him. Blaine's car was waiting for him across the street.

"Hey, beautiful," said Blaine as Kurt let himself into the passenger side.

"Hey yourself, sexy," said Kurt, leaning across the gap between the seats to place a peck on his boyfriend's lips.

Blaine smiled sappily, his heart melting just a little as he returned the kiss.

"I will never get used to you calling me that."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "People call you sexy all the time, Blaine. You are sexy."

"I know," said Blaine, earning himself another eye roll, "but 'people' aren't you."

"Shameless flattery," said Kurt. "Absolutely shameless flattery." He rubbed his nose against Blaine's. "Are we actually going to go somewhere, or are we just going to sit here all night?"

"Well, if you'd sit in your own seat…"

Kurt blushed and climbed out of Blaine's lap.

"So, where are we going?"

"Well, there's this laser light show they're putting on in in Robb Park tonight and I thought you might be interested in going.

"A light show?" said Kurt. "Boy, is Finn going to be jealous."

"Well, we could invite him too… I'm kidding," he added as Kurt opened his mouth to protest. "This is a strictly brother-free date."

Blaine drove the twenty-five minutes to the park. Although the show didn't start another half hour the grass was already sprinkled liberally with blankets. Kurt and Blaine found an empty patch large enough for themselves and their bags and some space around them and spread out their own blanket.

"This is going to be so neat," Kurt breathed, lying back on the blanket, his fingers interlaced with Blaine's.

Blaine laughed low in his throat. "I hope so."

It was neat. Beams of light in every color of the visible spectrum streaked across the night sky over their heads in an endlessly shifting pattern. Kurt and Blaine slowly moved closer together until Kurt was curled snugly in the crook of Blaine's arm, Blaine's head resting against his shoulder as the two of them gazed up at the rainbow-shot heavens. Kurt let out a little exclamation of delight at every new beam above them and Blaine was sure there was no one in the world more adorable than his boyfriend.

"So?" asked Blaine when the last of the lasers had faded from the inky sky and the people around them began to gather up their belongings.

"Best. Date. Ever," said Kurt, a grin nearly splitting his shining face in half as he turned his head to look at the boy lying beside him.

"I'm glad you liked it," said Blaine, trying not to laugh at the expression on the other boy's face.

"Liked it?" said Kurt. "I loved it!"

Blaine rose and pulled his boyfriend to his feet, gathering him against him for a lingering kiss. Kurt nibbled Blaine's lower lip and slipped his tongue into his mouth.

"Mmmm," murmured Blaine, running his hands down to Kurt's slim waist, pulling him even closer; God, this boy. "We should…go home…it's late…and we have school tomorrow…"

Kurt pulled away reluctantly.

"One of these days, Blaine Anderson, I am going to ravage you. I won't be able to help myself."

Blaine wrapped one arm around Kurt's waist and one around the rolled-up blanket.

"I look forward to it."

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Blaine's car pulled up in front of Kurt's house at ten minutes after eleven. Burt and Carole were waiting for them on the front steps.

"Uh-oh," said Kurt.

"What—" started Blaine.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you are in so much trouble."

"Kurt, what—"

"Get out of the car," said Burt, grabbing his son by the shoulders and pulling him from the passenger seat.

"I have never been so shocked and disappointed in my life," said Burt. "Sneaking out of the house, Kurt? Going out on a date when you were expressly told not to? I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but I don't like it. And if you were looking for a way to convince us that you and Blaine deserve our trust, this was definitely not it. I'm starting to think that Blaine is a bad influence on you."

"Dad!" said Kurt. "Dad, Blaine didn't know! I didn't tell him—he thought you'd said yes!"

Blaine looked stricken.

"He—he wasn't supposed to go? Mr. Hummel, I didn't—"

"Lying to your parents and your boyfriend, Kurt?" Burt sent a piercing look at Blaine. "Who taught you to do things like that? Because it sure as hell wasn't me."

"Mr. Hummel, I'm so sorry, I had no idea—"

"I think you'd better go, Blaine," said Carole. "Kurt will see you at school tomorrow."

"I—uh—yeah."

He shut the door, started the engine, and pulled away from the curb as Burt and Carole escorted a furious and sobbing Kurt into the house.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Burt exploded as soon as the three of them were inside the house.

"You didn't have to yell at me in front of Blaine!" Kurt shot back.

"I am your father, I'll yell at you in front of whoever I please!" said Burt.

"It was embarrassing!"

"Well you should have thought of that before you snuck out of the house with him," said Carole.

"He didn't know!"

"But you did," said Burt. "You're grounded. For two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Kurt looked appealing at Carole.

"You heard your father, two weeks."

Finn's head appeared at the top of the stairs.

"What's going on?" he said sleepily.

"Go back to bed, Finn," said Carole. "You too, Kurt."

"I don't have to listen to you," said Kurt stubbornly. "You're not my mother!"

"Well I am your father," said Burt. "And I'm telling you to march your butt up to bed."

"Fine!" shouted Kurt, and stormed upstairs past his very confused step-brother.

"Kurt, what—?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Go to bed, Finn," said his mother.

"But what's going on? Is Kurt okay?"

"He's just upset, Finn, go to bed."

Finn turned around and went back up to the second floor. He hesitated outside of Kurt's room, tapping lightly on the door and calling softly, "Kurt? What happened? Do you wanna, like, talk?"" But when he received no answer he continued to his own room and soon fell asleep.

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Kurt arrived at school the next day barely on time, running from the parking lot and sliding into his seat just as the second bell rang.

"Blaine."

The soloist didn't respond.

"Blaine."

The older boy put a finger to his lips.

"Blaine—"

"Shhh, class is starting."

"But Blaine—"

"I'll talk to you later; I'm trying to concentrate on the lesson."

"Come on, don't pull that on me! You hate this class!"

"Mr. Hummel, Mr. Anderson, please refrain from talking during my class."

Kurt waited until the bell that signaled the end of class and then immediately accosted his boyfriend.

"Blaine, about last night—"

"Not right now, Kurt."

"Blaine, just listen to me—"

"You lied to me, Kurt," said Blaine. "You told me it was okay with your parents."

"I thought it would be! How was I supposed to know my dad would decide to be a dick and say no?"

"You should have told me," said Blaine.

"But it wasn't fair!"

"And it wasn't fair of you to lie to me," said Blaine. "You may not care about having your parents' trust, Kurt, but I do. From what you told me last week I'm kind of on thin ice with them anyway,"

"Blaine, you didn't do anything wrong!"

"No," said Blaine through gritted teeth, "I didn't. You did. But it sure looks like I did. You used me, Kurt."

"What—?"

"You used me to rebel against your parents. And I don't like being used. Or lied to." He shut his eyes, taking deep even breaths. "I'm really angry with you right now, Kurt, so please just leave me alone."

"But Blaine—"

"Now, Kurt!"

Kurt flinched and his eyes welled with tears.

"Fine," he muttered. "See you later, Blaine."

*****BB*****

Kurt and Blaine didn't talk to each other for the rest of the day and went through Warbler's rehearsal in a chilly silence that had Wes and David casting anxious looks between the two of them.

When Kurt got home he went straight to his room and threw himself down on his bed.

*Knock knock knock*

"Bro? Are you in there?

Kurt didn't answer, merely glared at the place where the wall met the floor across from his bed.

*Knock knock knock*

"Kurt? I know I just heard you come home."

Kurt still refused to answer his step-brother.

"Come on, dude, I know you're in there. Can I come in?"

"Go away, Finn."

The bedroom door opened a crack.

"I said go away."

"Dude, the last time I went away when you told me to you got mad at me for it." Finn stepped fully into the room. "You're not mad at me again, are you?"

"No, Finn, please, just go away."

Instead Finn crossed the room and crouched beside Kurt's bed.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong, bro?"

"I'm not your brother."

Finn looked as though Kurt had just kicked him in the face. A twinge of guilt stirred in Kurt's stomach.

"Finn, I'm sorry." He sat up. "I'm just…I'm upset, and you're an easy person to take it out on."

"What are you upset about?"

"Everyone's mad at me! My dad and your mom are mad at me for sneaking out to meet Blaine last night, Blaine's mad at me for not telling him I wasn't supposed to go, my first period teacher is mad at me for talking in class, Wes, David, and Thad are mad at me for being distracted during Warblers rehearsal…"

"I'm not mad at you."

Kurt looked up at Finn with a small smile.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Kurt lay back down with his head on Finn's knee.

"I'm sorry I said I wasn't your brother, I didn't mean it."

"I know."

Kurt snuggled down into Finn's lap and the larger boy patted his head.

"I wish I could talk to Blaine," Kurt sighed.

"Why can't you?"

"I'm grounded," said Kurt morosely. "For two weeks. I can't talk to him until school on Monday."

Finn got a thoughtful look on his face.

"I don't see why you can't see Blaine this weekend."

"Because I'm grounded, Finn," said Kurt slowly, as though talking to a small child. "I'm not allowed to go out or have anyone over or talk to anyone on the phone."

"Yeah," said Finn. "You're grounded. But I'm not."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "Finn, did you just have an idea?"

Finn grinned down at his step-brother. "It happens every once in a while."

AN: Okay, so Blaine still has some issues, and Finn is being super sweet & Kurt is kind of a spoiled brat sometimes, but a very adorable one. Oh yeah, and Finn had an idea :) I also have an idea, you reviewing ;)

-SQ