Oh. Holy. Cheesus. It has been so long since I last uploaded for you guys, and I mean actually as me. I know that RainySunnyEnding uploaded for me while I was in Wales for a week (And I am so grateful to her that she did), but I myself have not uploaded for you in ages. Thank you all for being so patient with me and waiting for even the small things like these drabbles, and thank you to everyone who left me a wonderful review telling me to calm the hell down and take a break - I needed to hear that :) I'm going to continue this part of my A/N after the story...

This is kind of a songdrabble - it's based solely upon the title of the song, and has no reference to the lyrics in it. It's an idea I got a while ago and I swear I have been writing it for at least two weeks! I am happy with how it turned out and where I finished it, but in a way I'm not because I wasn't too sure on the plot to begin with. Eh *shrugs*. Just enjoy it :)

"Daddy K, Daddy B, I'm going out for a while with Sandy. I'll be back for tea though, okay?" Jenny called out as she walked out the front door, giving her dads merely seconds to reply with their consent before she shut the door behind her and left.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other across the kitchen. They had just sat down to a family lunch and so now they were clearing up, with Blaine doing the washing and Kurt drying and putting away. It used to be the other way round when they first moved in together, but Blaine never really grasped where everything went in Kurt's veryorganised kitchen and so the switch had been made.

Jenny was sixteen now, and these impromptu outings were becoming all the more regular. Blaine had really meant to talk to her about it. That was until Kurt showed him an extremely fun way for them to spend these afternoons together.

As soon as Kurt heard the door slam he put down the plate in his hand, dumping the towel on top of it, and moved over to where Blaine was still stood at the sink, his hands still immersed in the hot soapy water.

Snaking his hands around Blaine's waist he rested his chin on his husband's shoulder, turning to lightly kiss the skin just under his ear. Blaine hummed in appreciation but kept on washing the plate in his hand, smiling broadly as Kurt continued to trail kisses from his ear to his collarbone and back again. Just as Kurt's hands began to trail south, Blaine took a small step to the right to place the plate on the draining board, causing Kurt to have to release his husband slightly, much to his annoyance. He let out an impatient groan while Blaine just smiled even wider.

This was the thing about Blaine; he was a tease. He would let Kurt get himself riled up and then make an excuse to move away slightly, never too far but far enough for Kurt.

Blaine moved back to the sink, putting his hands straight back into the water so that Kurt couldn't grab them yet to inevitably lead him upstairs to bed - or any other stable surface along the way that it wouldn't be morally wrong for them to... use.

As soon as Blaine was back in his reach, Kurt's arms were immediately back around his waist. Determined to keep Blaine rooted this time, Kurt allowed his hands to slide down until his fingers were playing with the hem of Blaine's jeans. When that seemed to evoke no obvious reaction, Kurt slipped the tips of his fingers under the material until he found the hem of Blaine's boxers. But what Kurt hadn't noticed - due to being too busy attaching his lips anywhere and everywhere over Blaine's exposed neck - was that Blaine's hands had stilled under the water and he was pushing his hips forward slightly into Kurt's delicate touch.

"Someone's eager today," Blaine teased, struggling to keep his breathing stable as Kurt caressed his hip bones with his thumbs, the skin-on-skin contact making him shiver involuntarily.

"And I refuse to believe that you don't want this as much as I do," Kurt breathed in his ear, his hand slipping down even further and his fingers wrapping around Blaine's arousal. Blaine bit back a moan, gripping onto the dishcloth he was still holding under the water in an attempt to control himself.

He was sure his knees were about to buckle any second, what with Kurt abusing his knowledge of how to make his husband just melt. But Kurt was having other ideas about where and when his husband's knees would be buckling. With one last gentle squeeze, Kurt pulled his hands back out of Blaine's pants sinfully slowly, just grazing his fingertips against Blaine's skin and making him shiver again. He trailed his hands up Blaine's torso, over his shoulders and down his arms, gracefully continuing until his hands were covering Blaine's under the water, making sure to push his hips forwards into Blaine's ass.

"Kurt, I-" Blaine breathed, tipping his head back as Kurt began to nibble the skin just below his ear.

"Shh," Kurt soothed him, rubbing his thumbs over the back of Blaine's hands under the water and starting to rock his hips with a steady rhythm. In such a close proximity, the movement caused Blaine's hips to rock with Kurt's. "Let's go upstairs." Kurt moved his hands so that his fingers linked with Blaine's, his voice low and almost a growl. It was lucky that he was stood so close to Blaine, or his husband may have just collapsed on the floor from an overwhelming surge of pleasure and anticipation. He opened his mouth to agree, but all that escaped was a small gasp as Kurt's mouth moved from his neck to his earlobe.

"We-we need to dry our hands," Blaine managed to mumble, immediately blushing and feeling like a complete idiot. 'Of all the things to say, you worry about drying your hands?' Blaine cursed himself. His eyes shot open and he stared out of the window above the sink, his eyes not focusing on anything as embarrassment took over.

He'd never been that great at the sex talk, not in the build up anyway. During it, he was fine; he let himself get caught up in the moment and told Kurt exactly what he wanted, what he liked, what he needed. But before that he normally let Kurt do the talking. Otherwise he said something to embarrass himself.

He felt Kurt still behind him and felt his heart hammer in his chest for a different reason than it had done before. He waited for Kurt to either laugh or scold him for what he'd said, terrified he'd ruined the moment. But Kurt just smiled against Blaine's neck, pressed a tender kiss to his neck and leant back to reach over for the towel he had discarded earlier. He dried his own hands before gently taking Blaine's hands in his own one by one, drying them off with the towel. When both of their hands were dry, Kurt took Blaine's in his again and resumed kissing his neck as he slowly led him backwards away from the sink.

A few hours later...

"Dads? I'm home!" Jenny called out as she entered the front door. She glanced around the entrance hall and peered into the living room but saw no sight of either of the men. Frowning, she dumped her bag at the bottom of the stairs and began to ascend them. Normally when she went out, her dads would be sat watching TV in the living room, waiting for her to return. There was the occasional time when only Blaine would be there, Kurt having gone out to get groceries or something, but there had only been one other occasion that they hadn't both been there and that was because they had gone to visit Grandpa Burt and Grandma Carole and she had gotten back earlier than expected, meaning they hadn't returned yet.

But as far as Jenny knew, they were both staying home today.

As she approached the top of the stairs she thought to check her phone, just in case either of them had texted her while she was out that they had decided to go out themselves. But her screen only showed her background – the picture of her, Sandy and their other friend Rose grinning like loons as the sun shone on brightly ahead. She smiled at the memory of her and her friends, but her confusion only grew when she noted that she had received no texts.

She glanced down the hall, looking left and right before deciding to go right towards her parents' bedroom. The door was shut, but not locked, and so she pushed it open. She took in the sight before her; the cream coloured walls, the chocolate-brown carpet that she used to bury her face into because it was so soft and the matching curtains that hung on both windows, the wardrobe with the door that never shut properly – Kurt said it was because it was old, Blaine and Jenny both knew it was because of the sheer number of clothes he had – and the door next to it that had a small plaque on it reading 'En Suite'. Even the bed was still perfectly made, which begged the question 'Where are my dads?' to enter Jenny's mind.

She stepped further into the room when she heard the sound of running water coming from the en suite, and after a few seconds of careful listening realised that one of her dads was in the shower. Satisfied she knew where at least one adult was in the house, she left the room and went to her own bedroom.

Putting her iPod in its docking station she began to play some of the music Blaine had given her from his teenage years that he thought she would enjoy. He had been right – Jenny loved all of it – and she even followed in his music tastes. Katy Perry and P!nk were always first choice, and if not there was always some other upbeat song that she could dance along too. Turning it up a little louder, she began to sing along.

In the back of her mind she acknowledged the sound of the water being turned off but didn't focus much on it. If she had, she would have heard two voices coming out of the bathroom, not just one.

So? Whaddya think? :)

Now, a little explanation as to why I haven't really been around much: I have recently come across having very little free time. I'm back at school now - I started yesterday - and I'm now in Year 12. I basically have around 9 months to study for my AS exams which are in May, and my teachers aren't going to be going light on my homework either. I also now have a job, which is cleaning my old primary school for two hours after my own school day. I have to walk across town from my school to that one, then work, then walk home. Luckily my Mum works there too so we walk home together. I started that on Monday. My back is already killing me. Once I get into a routine I'll probably be fine, but I did two hours of hoovering last night and none of the classrooms I did were on the small side.

I think what's going to happen is that all of my stories will no longer have specific update days, because I don't know if I'm going to be able to get things done on time. I'll try and stick to Sundays for True Colours, but Something's Coming may end up being updated at random intervals from when I actually have time to sit and finish a chapter. I'm still on chapter 32 right now, and I really hope that at some point this weekend I can just get it done because it's taking me so long. Not that I'm not going to put as much dedication into it as I normally would, I just really want to get it done and upload it for you guys! :)

Just a little something I'm annoyed about - I live in England, and as Sky are being all rubbish and stupid I'm not getting Glee until January so we can have a 'smooth run'. That's all well and good, and I understand that, but I want my Klaine! And I know that episode four is going to make me weep into my pillow for days. I don't care if I find out what happens in any episode before I see it, I just wanna see it! Also, the promo looks awesome.

*Sigh* That's a long A/N, but I think I'm done now. Just a big THANK YOU again to you all, and I really hope I get Something's Coming done soon. Thanks especially go to paddyofurniture, The Songbirds Are Singing, Nurse Kate, goldconverse, eagleshorty2011, moonChild222, anderpson, and of course, I-might-BE-slightly-INSANE, Sam and RainySunnyEnding. Your continued support has really helped to motivate me into keeping this story up, as well as everyone else who has subscribed, followed and reviewed, but these guys have been especially awesome :D

I love you all so much, and annoyingly I can only type out 'Thank You' to let you all know how much it means to me. If I could, I would come round and give every single one of you a huge, jumping-up-and-down hug that lasted a couple of minutes, as well as about twenty packets of Redvines each. I would then probably go round and hug you all again.

I hope I see you all again soon!

Coatsy xxxxxxxx