They fall through the door of the thankfully empty house and Blaine wastes no time in pushing Kurt's jacket from his shoulders as he kisses him hard. Shoes and bags are abandoned in the hallway, and Blaine backs them toward the basement door, gasping when Kurt bites at his lower lip.
"My room," Kurt commands, but Blaine shakes his head, a devilish grin coming over his face.
"Mine."
"Mine is better."
"My room, cause I wanna look at my sheets and know I made you fall apart on them."
"Bastard."
"I win," Blaine says smugly, as he takes Kurt's hand, and pulls him down the stairs.
Being naked in each other's arms again is like quenching a long thirst. They both whimper and sigh with each article of clothing that is lost as more and more of their skin is exposed, ready to be kissed, touched, bitten and cherished. Kurt likes the rough way in which Blaine sucks at his neck. He knows he will be left with marks all over his neck and chest, but the thought only drives him even more wild with lust, and he pins Blaine against the wall, sucking and biting at the top of his neck, just under his ear.
"Yes," Blaine moans, and he cups Kurt's ass though his underwear, pushing him closer. "Oh fuck yes," he gasps again, when their erections rub together. He pushes Kurt backward, and keeps pushing, until he falls onto the bed, where Blaine quickly tugs off both their underwear before kneeling on the floor between Kurt's legs.
"Don't you even think about getting yourself off," Kurt warns, and Blaine laughs and kisses the inside of his thigh.
"I wouldn't dare."
Gripping Kurt firmly, Blaine takes him deep in his mouth right away, enjoying the feel of Kurt's hands tangling into his curls.
"Fuck, Blaine, yes! Suck me."
Blaine is shocked at how turned on he is by this rougher, dirtier sounding Kurt, and the more he sucks and teases with his mouth and tongue, the louder and filthier Kurt becomes, pulling Blaine's hair hard and rambling about how perfect his mouth is.
"Blaine, Blaine," Kurt moans, pushing at his shoulder. "Hold on a minute. Here." Standing, he beckons Blaine closer, and he looks excited rather than nervous as he kneels at Kurt's feet, which only serves to turn Kurt on even more. "I wanna see what you can take," he growls, and slides his cock between Blaine's lips. "Oh, you've been watching porn, you dirty boy," Kurt laughs, as Blaine relaxes his throat around him and takes him deep. "Oh that's hot. Do you get yourself off in this bed, Blaine?"
Blaine gives a muffled noise as a response, which Kurt deems to be an affirmative, and grips Kurt's ass cheeks roughly, urging him to fuck into his mouth.
"Yeah? You like that? You like me fucking your face? Wait til it's your ass, Blaine. You'll be screaming for more."
Blaine is now desperate, but he holds off, refusing to touch himself and focusing instead on the taste of Kurt on his tongue, the wide but not unpleasant stretch of his lips, and the way the head of Kurt's cock hits the back of his throat.
"Okay, enough," Kurt says suddenly. "Or I'll be painting your insides. Up on the bed. Your turn."
"No." Blaine confidently gets to his feet, striding to his night stand, where he grabs some lube, and motions for Kurt to lie down.
"What's that for?"
"Lie down and you'll find out."
"You're not going near my ass."
"Stop panicking," Blaine laughs. "I will one day though," he whispers, as he lies down on top of Kurt. "I'll take you hard and rough, and it'll be you who's screaming for more."
"Not a...oh! Chance," Kurt gasps, as Blaine pours lube over his cock. "No one's ever done that, and no one ever will."
"I will," Blaine says, full of confidence. "Because we're gonna do everything together."
Kurt wants to refute that claim, but actually, he realizes that he really likes the thought of doing everything together, so he shuts up, and takes to whimpering softly instead when Blaine slides their cocks together.
"You are so incredibly...you," Blaine says quietly, pausing a moment to rub their noses together. "I really do want it all with you, you know. Everything."
Kurt would like a definition; does everything just refer to the bedroom department, or everything on a wider scale? Marriage? Living together? Babies? But then Blaine starts to move, and for now, his mind returns to focusing on the feel of their cocks rubbing together, with Blaine's hand working between them, gripping them both as they work toward their orgasm.
"Kiss me," Kurt hears himself beg, and Blaine obliges, running his tongue into Kurt's mouth in a kiss that is sloppy and uncontrolled, but perfect, as Kurt arches his back, and cries out in ecstasy. "Blaine! I need to...oh Blaine, Blaine."
"Fuck, Kurt yes, go on, come...oh fuck," Blaine loses it first, his cock pulsing against Kurt's, as Kurt then rises up again and comes hard, panting as his whole body shudders in pleasure.
They ride out their orgasms together for as long as possible, until the convulsing gradually fades and their breathing slowly evens out, and then Blaine looks up with a lazy, satisfied smile and kisses Kurt's lips. "Yeah, I have been watching porn. Glad to see it's paid off."
The feel of Kurt's laughter rumbling beneath him is everything, and he props himself on one elbow to grin down at him. "What?"
"Nothing! It's just funny, that's all. You were so shy and quiet."
"I'm not sixteen anymore."
"No, I suppose you're not."
"I still get nervous," Blaine admits. "But, I guess I realized that it's okay to admit to wanting and needing sex."
"It is," Kurt agrees, letting his fingers dance over Blaine's back "But it's also okay to admit that every time you and I are together, it means something."
"So that fight we had..." Blaine starts.
"Mmm?"
"Maybe we were both right?"
"Yeah," Kurt says with a smile. "We were."
Blaine rolls onto his side, reaching for some tissues to clean them both up before holding his arm out. He is surprised when Kurt not only cuddles close, but actually wraps his arm around Blaine's waist, kissing his chest before resting his head there.
"What time does dad get back?"
"Six."
"So we have time to stay like this for a while?"
"We do," Blaine answers, his heart soaring, as he cuddles Kurt a little tighter. "Why? Are you falling asleep on me?"
"Yep."
"Oh." Blaine grins up at the ceiling, as Kurt yawns. "Okay."
Kurt reluctantly wakes and leaves Blaine's bed at quarter to six, giving Blaine time to shower, while he heads upstairs to start dinner and make it look like they haven't really just had a two hour nap together.
"Shit! Dad. Hi. Hi!" Kurt says, as brightly as he can.
Burt seems to loom large in the hallway, with his hands on his hips and the evening shadows behind him. "Kurt," he says with a nod. "You're home then?"
"Until Sunday, yeah."
"Good to know. Right. I'm taking a shower."
"Uh dad? What we were," Kurt starts, gesturing lamely toward the basement. "I mean, I was just... It wasn't what it..."
"I'm saying nothing," Burt replies briskly, holding his hands above his head and marching up the stairs. "Nothing at all."
He softens as the evening wears on, mainly because he can see- whatever the arrangement- that Kurt and Blaine are happy. They talk easily over dinner and insist on loading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen while Burt watches TV. He's pretty sure they're also making out in there, but he certainly isn't about to find out.
When they do arrive to watch TV, Burt is amazed that they curl up together on the couch, with Kurt putting his arm around Blaine's shoulders and kissing into his hair, and Blaine seems relaxed, as if there hadn't really been a four month silence between them. He wants to ask either one of them if things are all worked out, but he doesn't want to ask them together, so he resolves to wait until tomorrow, when he knows Blaine will be awake and ready for breakfast early because of sectionals.
"So you'll be watching Blaine tomorrow, then?" he asks Kurt, who frowns questioningly.
"Tomorrow? Working on Bessie?"
"Sectionals."
"What?" Kurt sits up, and Blaine shifts away, looking down at his hands rather than at Kurt.
"Uh...yeah. It's uh...sectionals for Glee. You can come watch, if you want. I'd like you to." Blaine doesn't know why his heart is beating so fast, and his palms are sweaty. He still doesn't look at Kurt, whose steady gaze he can feel on the side of his face, but he adds a very quiet "please" on the end.
"Hmm. No thanks," Kurt says, picking up the remote and changing the channel. "Not my thing."
The silence that follows is deafening, with Blaine keeping his head bowed, Kurt watching the screen, and Burt glaring at his son's profile in the hope that he might glance his way, but he doesn't. After a full twenty minutes, Blaine finally looks up and Burt could cry for the pain on his face. "I'm going to bed," he announces briskly. "Night Burt."
"G'night son."
"Blaine?" He stops in the doorway at the sound of Kurt's voice, but doesn't look back, just stays with his shoulders slumped.
"Yes, Kurt?"
"Did I do something wrong?"
Blaine turns around at this, to see Kurt leaning over the back of the couch, one eyebrow raised at him, as he waits for the answer.
"What do you think?" Blaine asks, but leaves before Kurt can say anything else.
"Idiot."
"What?" Kurt asks his dad in confusion. "What did I do?"
"Kurt... I don't even know where to begin," Burt sighs. "I come home to clothing scattered around my hallway," he says, cutting Kurt off before he can reply. "Which is fine, y'know. I'm no prude. I get that he's young and has urges. Fine. Then I realize it's your jacket, the one I got you for your birthday, and your shoes, and my heart plummets for him, cause I think he's a fool for you, and you use him for sex when you're here and then forget all about him. So I'm pissed, yeah? But I think I won't say anything, because I have both my boys home, and I don't want to ruin that by shootin' my mouth off. It's not my place to tell either of you two how to behave. Then I watch you together through dinner, and in here this evening, and I actually dare to hope that you might have decided to make a real go of things. I see my Kurt. The one who is kind and loving, and the one who seems to cherish Blaine as if he were a rare and precious gift bestowed on you for safekeeping. And he's so content! He's there, with his head resting on your shoulder. Blaine...he's like an affectionate puppy, Kurt. He likes to be hugged. When you're not here, he either sits glued to my side on the couch, or if I'm in this chair, he sits on the floor with his head resting on my knee. His dad was very affectionate with him, and he missed that while he was with his mom and the jerks. So I'm sitting here and I'm thinking bless him, he's found what he's been looking for, cause he looks radiant, like it was Christmas. The second I mention sectionals he gets nervous, Kurt. Any fool can see how badly he wants you to be there, only he hasn't asked, because he's scared of you saying no. And what do you do? You turn him down flat. Has it ever occurred to you how desperately he needs your support? What a show of solidarity would mean to him?"
"I hate show choir," Kurt says angrily, embarrassed to hear his dad highlighting all his errors.
"You liked it well enough when you were in it," Burt snaps. "But the point is, it should make no difference if it's marching band or a spelling bee. If you love Blaine as you say you do, then you should want to be there to support him, no matter what the occasion."
"I've never said I love him."
"Man up, Kurt. Stop being so scared, and make Blaine proud to be with you."
"We're not together."
"Oh, this just gets better and better," Burt cries, throwing his head back in despair. "Are you still gonna be giving us that line when you have four kids running around in the back yard? Get with the program, boy. Right now, Blaine is down there hurting, and you're the only one who can make it better. Now I'm going to bed. Good night." He stamps toward the stairs, pausing at the bottom. "It's really good to have you home. We've missed you."
"Well, you've both got a funny way of showing it."
"Really? I thought Blaine spent all afternoon showing you his appreciation. Or were you looking at baby photos again?"
Kurt slumps back on the couch with a sigh of despair, before going upstairs to shower and change into his pajamas. If he's being honest, he can't think why he instantly turned Blaine down like that. It was a knee jerk reaction to being invited to something that was so important to Blaine, because he knows he will feel pressured to play the role of loving boyfriend, and he's not sure he can do it. His dad is right though, he realizes, as he climbs into bed. Blaine is hurting, and for that, he feels truly terrible.
"Ugh. Fuck you, Anderson," he grumbles, as he gets back out of bed and walks all the way down to the basement in the dark.
Blaine lies on his side. He hasn't been crying, but he has been hurting, and he's annoyed at himself for the way his heart soars at the sound of Kurt's footsteps. He climbs into bed behind him, and Blaine can't help but relax at the feel of his bare chest pressed against his back. A soft kiss is pressed to his shoulder, and then Kurt's arm comes around his waist to find his hand and hold it tight.
"I'm sorry. I don't even know why I turned you down. Of course I'll be there to support you. Of course I will."
"I don't want you to go because you feel like you have to."
"I don't, really. I mean, whatever this is, we're still a family, right? And families support each other, and cheer for each other."
"That's weird, isn't it?"
"What is?"
"That we're a family. Like, I know your dad always said I'd have a place here, but now I actually live here, and it's...I don't know. Yeah. We're a family. The three of us."
"I'm fucking my little brother," Kurt says into the dark and there's a pause, followed by a wild burst of laughter from them both.
"Oh my god, please don't ever say that again," Blaine cries, laughing hard, as Kurt continues to cackle behind him. "Not ever. This is complicated enough to explain."
"Ha!" Kurt pulls away for Blaine to roll onto his back, and then he props himself up alongside him. "I'm sorry, baby bro."
"Stop it!"
"I always wanted a little brother."
"You're repulsive," Blaine laughs, "but sexy."
Kurt tries to kiss him, but they're both laughing too hard, so he settles for raking his hands through Blaine's hair, and just studying his face. "You're amazing," he says, as his laughter fades. "You're so stunning, and hearing you laugh is just the best thing in the entire world, you know that?"
"I thought kissing me was the best thing?" Blaine asks, in an effort to hide his ecstasy at Kurt's words.
"Everything about you is the best thing, because you are the best thing," Kurt admits, then leans down and gives him a sweet, gentle kiss, his hand just coming up to cup his jaw and rest under his ear. "I'll be there tomorrow, and I'll help you cover up that enormous hickey before you leave in the morning."
"Thank you," Blaine whispers. "I kinda didn't think about that at the time."
They stay quiet, just content to study one another in the dim moonlight, until Blaine yawns and Kurt pulls back. "I'd better..."
"Stay," Blaine says, pulling him down onto the mattress. "I'd like you to."
"Hmm," Kurt sighs, happily pulling Blaine back against him. "I suppose I can manage that."
Kurt takes his seat nervously in the auditorium and waits for his dad to join him. After much effort with concealer and foundation, Kurt had sent Blaine off early this morning for last minute rehearsals and hadn't heard from him since. He had killed time with his dad in the garage, putting finishing touches on Bessie, who was very nearly the gleaming car of Burt's dreams. It had been nice, actually, to have time with just the two of them, and he found his dad's growing nervousness for Blaine's competition rather sweet. That was until they got to the theatre at a high school in Columbus, and Burt had gone running to the bathroom, declaring he would meet Kurt in there.
"Excuse me! Sorry."
Kurt rolls his eyes at the sight of Burt, making his way from the end of the filled row, trying not to step on people as he passes.
"Sorry. Sorry. Hi. Hello. I'm here for my boy," he tells a woman, who looks nonplussed. "My boy," he repeats proudly to another couple. "McKinley High. Blaine. Watch out for him. He'll be the best one. That's my boy."
"Dad. Please," Kurt hisses, as Burt finally arrives and sits next to him. "You're embarrassing."
"Sorry. Can't help it. I'm proud of him."
"Oh really. I hadn't noticed," Kurt remarks, rolling his eyes fondly.
The first three show choirs are something and nothing, and Kurt is bored out of his mind. Choir number four, some fast paced, high energy group called Vocal Adrenaline, prove to be spectacular, and then it's the New Directions turn to take to the stage.
"So, is he doing a solo or anything?" Kurt asks, searching for Blaine as they assemble in rows.
"Don't think so. He said he has a line or two on his own. There he is!" Burt booms, pointing excitedly to Blaine, third from left, on the back row.
"Yes, yes," Kurt whispers. "Keep your voice down."
The first song is Queen's Kind of Magic, and Kurt recognizes Tina singing a solo verse, but Blaine is back up, and he is again for the second number, some kind of power ballad which a small girl belts out loudly, while everyone else ooh's and ahh's in the background.
"This was a waste of damn time," Kurt mutters angrily, between songs. "He's not doing anything."
"He's up there, and you're down here cheering for him. That's not a waste of time," Burt tells him, digging him in the ribs. "They've only got one number left anyway."
The spotlight suddenly comes up on Blaine, in the center of the stage, and he looks up sharply, seeming to find Kurt in the audience, and hold eye contact with him.
"You're a troublemaker."
"What did he just sing?" Kurt asks, but Burt is leaning forward in his chair, as Blaine repeats his line.
"You're a troublemaker…"
"You ain't nothing but a troublemaker, boy."
The beat suddenly kicks in, and all Kurt can do is stare, as Blaine starts to dance alongside Mike, and the idiot boy who thought he could date him. He's good, Kurt thinks to himself. Really good.
"I know, right?" Burt cries, getting to his feet to cheer loudly, and Kurt realizes he's spoken aloud. "Go on my son!"
"Oh my god," Kurt groans, but he shuts up when Blaine starts to sing again, and he has no option but to stand when the whole audience gets to its feet.
"You had me hooked again from the minute you sat down
The way you bite your lip got my head spinnin' around
After a drink or two I was putty in your hands
I don't know if I have the strength to stand, oh oh oh...
Trouble troublemaker, yeah
That's your middle name, oh oh oh...
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain
And I wanna know...
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad, oh oh oh?
My mind keeps saying,
"Run as fast as you can."
I say, "I'm done," but then you pull me back, oh oh oh...
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker!"
"What song is this?" Kurt cries, alarmed.
"I don't know, but I love it!" Burt cries happily, as he claps and dances along. "He's amazing. That's my boy!" he shouts loudly, at the man next to him. "Up there! That's my boy!"
"It's like you're always there in the corners of my mind
I see your silhouette every time I close my eyes
There must be poison in those finger tips of yours
'Cause I keep comin' back again for more, oh oh oh...
Trouble troublemaker, yeah
That's your middle name, oh oh oh...
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain
And I wanna know...
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad, oh oh oh?
My mind keeps saying,
"Run as fast as you can."
I say, "I'm done," but then you pull me back, oh oh oh...
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker!"
"I'm gonna kill him!" Kurt cries. "He picked that song on purpose."
"He did not!" Burt laughs. "How could he? He wasn't expecting you to be here."
"Why is he so good?" Kurt asks his dad, ignoring his remark. "Did you know he was this good? Did you know he had a solo?"
Blaine looks like a different person altogether, filled with sass and a confident stage presence, as a girl takes to rapping, while he falls into line with the dancing once more.
"I didn't know anything about it!" Burt laughs. "He's a dark horse, alright." He leans past Kurt, to tap the lady next to him. "That's my boy!"
"Oh, will you shut up?" Kurt snaps. "Were you like this with me?"
"Yep," Burt says smugly.
"I'm glad I never knew."
Burt does shut up, because Blaine is back for one last chorus, and Kurt is absolutely positive Blaine is singing directly to him.
"Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad, oh oh oh?
My mind keeps saying,
"Run as fast as you can."
Troublemaker
I say, "I'm done," but then you pull me back, oh oh oh...
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker."
There's no doubt they've won from the audience's reaction alone, which is crazy, and led by Burt, who climbs on his seat to cheer above them all. "Well done, son! Go Blaine! Woo! Love you buddy!"
"Get down," Kurt hisses. "You are fifty seven years old and embarrassing as hell."
"That's my..."
"Boy, we know," the lady in front of them says, turning around with a smile. "We're Mike Chang's parents. You must be Mr. Anderson? Blaine's been to our house a few times. Such a lovely boy. He's a credit to you."
"Oh, well," Burt says, his chest puffing out with pride. "He's not actually my son. This one is," he says, gesturing to Kurt. "I'm Burt Hummel. Blaine is...well he is mine. I've laid claim to him. He lives with me. It's um...it's a long story."
"Oh. Well, it's nice to meet you," Mrs. Chang tells him, shaking hands warmly. "And your boy did really well."
"Thank you. As did yours," Burt smiles, before realizing everyone else is sitting down waiting for the result.
The New Directions are announced as the winners, and Kurt can't help but feel a stab of jealousy when idiot boy hugs Blaine tight. Luckily Mike and Tina take over pretty quickly, but then some blond moron kisses his cheek, and Blaine laughs, kisses him back, and hugs him hard, and Kurt is out of his seat and storming his way toward the exit. He's no match for a proud Burt though, who grabs him and hauls him backward.
"He's just a friend," Burt growls in his ear. "Now stop it. We're going to find our boy."
"He's your boy," Kurt grumbles, as they walk from the auditorium. "As you keep telling anyone who will listen. But he's not mine."
"Ha! That's like the pope denying he's a catholic. If you had to fill out a form, and mark down your religion, it'd be 'worshipping at the altar of Blaine Anderson.'"
"It would not."
"If they cut you open, all that'd be running through your veins would be Blaine, Blaine, Blaine."
"Shut up."
"If they invented a mind reading machine..."
"Okay! Point taken! Jesus."
"Oh!" Burt suddenly yells. "There's my boy!"
"Woah!" Blaine looks up at the familiar boom of Burt's voice, in time to see him charging down the corridor toward him, and then suddenly he is swept off the ground, and into a bone crushing hug.
"You did it! You won! I'm so proud of you!" Burt cries, giving him an almighty kiss on the cheek, before ruffling his neatly gelled hair. "Solo! You kept that quiet, huh? No stopping you now, my son. You'll go all the way, I just know it."
"Thank you," Blaine says bashfully, and Kurt notices how he's not at all embarrassed by Burt's wild over enthusiasm, but actually moved. "I could hear you cheering," he admits softly. "I couldn't see you, but I could hear you, and it was everything."
"Where's your teacher? I wanna introduce myself."
"He's over there," Blaine laughs. "Go tell him I'm your son. He's confused enough about my living situation."
"I can say that?" Burt asks, clearly delighted. "I can say you're my son and you don't mind?"
"I don't mind," Blaine grins. "Why would I?"
"Well, cause you had a dad, and I don't wanna take that away from you."
"You couldn't. Really Burt, um...hearing you say I'm your son, kinda makes me stupidly happy."
Grabbing his face firmly, Burt kisses his forehead, then takes off through the crowd toward Blaine's teacher, booming to anyone who will listen. "My son just won sectionals. Did ya see him?"
Blaine turns to Kurt, who leans against the wall. "Well?"
"Was that song aimed at me?"
"Ha!" Blaine looks down, shaking his head. "No. Why?" he asks, looking back up and making Kurt swoon. "Got a guilty conscience?"
"No. It just seemed very...pointed."
"I didn't even pick it. It's by a British guy. Olly Murs. What did you think?"
"I thought you were incredible," Kurt admits. "And on the inside, I'm just as proud as he is." They both turn, looking over to where Burt is shaking the teachers hand. "I think you've pretty much made his life."
"Have you told him about your job? He'd probably explode with joy."
"How can I? He thinks I already do what I'm gonna be doing."
"So tell him the truth?"
"No."
"So tell him you've changed companies."
"I could."
"Do it," Blaine urges. "He will be ridiculously pleased, you know he will."
"Yeah," Kurt says, a slow smile spreading over his face.
"And maybe you could tell him the truth sometime soon?" Blaine says gently, not wanting to ruin this moment by making Kurt explode in a rage.
"Yeah," he says musingly. "Maybe."
"I'd um...I'd like to take you out to celebrate your new job, actually," Blaine admits shyly. "But I don't know how you'd feel about that."
"I'd love to."
Blaine looks up sharply. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"I'd like to kiss you, too. Right now."
Kurt steps closer, his eyes fixed on Blaine, as suddenly the atmosphere becomes charged. "Bring it."
"So they're both my sons," Burt babbles to Tina's mom, and Blaine's teacher. "It's nice. Kurt always wanted a brother so..." he trails off as they all look to where Kurt and Blaine are locked in a passionate embrace, with Blaine running his hands into Kurt's hair as they devour one another. "Oh."
"Seems like he's very pleased indeed," Tina's mom says with a laugh. "Don't worry. Tina explained they were together."
Burt nods weakly, not even attempting to explain anything else, and he pretends to be interested when the teacher starts talking about arts funding in schools.
"Let's ask your dad to come to dinner," Blaine gasps, when their kiss eventually breaks.
"Must we? I mean, I like him and all, but...it's not just us."
"I still have my fake ID," Blaine whispers hotly, directly into Kurt's ear. "We could go out for a few drinks and dancing after."
"Really? You'd wanna do that?" Kurt asks, happy when Blaine nods. "Yeah! Okay. Sure. Dad can come to dinner, then we'll go out after. I like that."
"I like you."
"I know you do," Kurt grins, and then his eyes flick over Blaine's shoulder, and he frowns. "Excuse me," he says, letting his arms slide over Blaine's shoulders, keeping him in place. "Not another step, boy, or I'll end you. I told you already, he's mine."
Blaine spins around to see a terrified looking Jackson standing there, wringing his hands nervously. "I just wanted to..."
"No. You're not. Whatever it was," Kurt says firmly. "Now go."
"Kurt! Stop it. Go find your dad, and ask about dinner."
"Ugh. Fine. But I'm watching you," he feels the need to add to Jackson, as he backs away slowly.
"Blaine...he's horrible."
"He's perfect," Blaine sighs happily.
"I came to tell you a group of us are going for pizza, then bowling, if you wanted to come."
"Oh, I can't, I'm going out for a family dinner," he says proudly, assuming Burt will say yes.
"You could come bowling after?" Jackson tries. "I mean, I'd say bring Kurt too, but it's probably too immature for him or something."
"Uh yeah...actually, Kurt and I already have plans tonight."
"Ugh. Fine," Jackson sighs. "Bring him if you must, if it means you'll be there."
"Jackson, thanks, but we're um...we're gonna go to a club or something. Have a few drinks and stuff."
"What? Why? Why do you feel the need to do that? What, you wanna keep up with him, just so he'll be impressed?"
"Actually, no," Blaine shrugs. "I suggested it, just because I really wanna go out and cut loose for a change. I've been cramming in a load of studying, along with my job, and rehearsals for sectionals, plus Kurt's just scored a really great job so...so we have reason to celebrate, I guess."
"You're...you're not even the guy I thought you were," Jackson says, wrinkling his nose.
"Maybe I'm not," Blaine says, flicking his eyes over to where Kurt stands with his dad. "But I'm his guy, and that's all I need."