A/N: Look who is doing more frequent uploads? This is a reader submitted idea but they would like to remain anonymous. I worked with them so the chapter was what they wanted but was also in my comfort zone. This is based off of a song we did at the very beginning. Although my intention is to try and not repeat, this idea was a lot of fun so I had to do it!

Song: No Interruption: Hoodie Allen

Lyrics: "I'll give it to you no interruption"

Summary: Kurt and Blaine just can't get any privacy. A 5+ 1 fic. The times Kurt and Blaine got interrupted and the one time they didn't

Rating: T- So this reader wanted full on smut and that isn't something I'm comfortable with. At this time, I don't feel an M rated story fits into this fic, especially one centered around sex. HOWEVER, I worked with them to make this 5+ 1 idea work for them. I have written steamier/sexier scenes in this story before. So, this chapter will be more like that. No actual smut, but steamier scenes and implied/discussed sexual situations along with course language. I hope everyone enjoy!

1. Burt

Maybe in a few years, this would funny, maybe they'd all sit around the dinner table and giggle at this day. But, in the moment it was anything but funny. Burt wanted to be mad, he really did. It just simply wasn't possible, instead, he had to be blushing just as hard as his son in the situation. "the couch? Really?" was all he managed to choke out in a slightly annoyed tone.

"I uhm—I—sorry?" Kurt stuttered as he smoothed out the front of his shirt. "We didn't mean it?"

Burt just sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Obviously," he looked pointedly at both disheveled boys on his living room couch. "I understand that the two of you are getting… closer." He watched as Kurt cringed and Blaine just kept looking at a spot on the floor that had become incredibly interesting. "But I need you to respect the house and the rules. Just because there's no one here doesn't mean you can just…"

"Mr. Hummel?" Blaine raised his eyes to meet his boyfriend's father. "We weren't ya know…" He made a strange gesture with his hand that Burt was sure he didn't want to even think about what it meant. "We were just…kissing? Well, okay maybe a little bit more than just kissing but ya know we weren't actually.. we aren't going to.. we aren't ready for… for.. for that. And it's not like there were any clothes coming off, I swear! We're actually really good about our boundaries and how w-"

"Blaine. You're rambling, honey."

"Sorry." He trained his eyes to the floor again.

"Okay, new rules." Burt finally sighed and said. "Since you guys are apparently very comfortable and have no issues granting hands under clothes." He shuddered slightly at the image he had just seen of Blaine's hands sneaking their way up his son's shirt and Kurt's fingers resting lightly on a belt buckle. It really wasn't anything too scandalous, but Burt knew that boundaries could always be extended and changed especially in the case of two incredibly hormonal teenage boys. "I just want you to keep the door open when anyone from the family is here and when we aren't… just… keep it in your room please?"

Both boys just blushed and looked at each other with small smiles.

"I need to head out to the garage for a few hours. Is that okay?" Both boys nodded and as Burt headed out the door he heard quick socked footsteps making their way up the stairs.

2. Finn

It wasn't that Finn was unformattable around Blaine, not at all. In fact, it was the opposite. Finn's relationship and friendship with Blaine was the complete opposite of what it had been with Kurt. Blaine had shown Finn that some gay guys were kind of cool and that they could like things like football and burgers even if Kurt didn't.

He supposed it was kind of like how girls were; there were tomboys and girly girls. There were different types of girls, why wouldn't there be different types of gay guys? Finn always just shrugged to himself when he thought about it.

It was after a long football practice that he stumbled in the doorway. He saw Blaine's loafer sitting dutifully by the door, the leather spotless as always. Finn just shrugged his beat-up sneakers off on the other side. He knew how particular Blaine was about his nice shoes. Finn had always figured it was a gay thing, but when he asked Blaine had just laughed and said it was more of a prep school thing. Apparently Dalton was very particular about how the boys presented themselves, Finn often found himself wondering why Kurt had come back if Dalton had weird fashion rules and Blaine.

"Fuck!" Woah, Fin thought to himself. Is that Blaine? Sure, he had heard the off curse come out of the shorter boy's mouth when watching a football game or if he got hurt, but Finn had never heard an f-bomb and it certainly had never sounded quite like… that. "Kurt… fuckshitfuckingdamn… Kuuuuuurt!" Finn took a step closer to the bottom of the steps, Blaine's voice getting louder, the language picking up in severity. It almost sounded like he was whining? As he took the steps 2 at a time he heard some rustling and hushed tones before another loud "Fuck!" Finn knew what guys sounded like when they were in pain on the football field and whatever Blaine was doing, he might be in trouble.

Finn hesitantly knocked on the door but it must have been drowned out by Blaine's heavy breathing and the continuous strand of curse words. He gently pushed the door in with a questioning look on his face. "Blaine? Is everything okay? I don't know where Kurt is but do yo—" It was in that moment everything went still and quiet. Finn would look back later and think if that was what it felt like to be a character in a horror movie. You can see the scene playing out in front of you but you can't look away and you can't run.

Finn's feet were rooted in their spot by the door as Blaine came into view, a sheen of sweat on his bare chest. "Uhm… sorry?" Finn stuttered a bit as he made eye contact with the shorter boy who looked equal parts shocked and embarrassed. "I'll just—wait…" He stopped and looked around the room slightly. "Where's Kurt?" Blaine simply looked down a slight blush creeping up his cheeks to the blanket laying over his bottom half. Finn could see the distinct outline of a person and as he looked closer he realized in horror that Kurt's head was obviously resting in his boyfriend's lap. "oh…"

"Finn?" Blaine questioned; his voice lower than usual. "Can you uhm… go?"

Finn could only nod and uproot his feet before slamming the door behind him. Inside the bedroom, Kurt pulled himself up from underneath the blanket to pull his boyfriend in close to him. "So?"

"So what?" Blaine mumbled into the countertenor's chest.

"Was it…. Okay?"

Blaine smiled. "It was fantastic… up until Finn decided to walk in…"

"Maybe we should start locking the door."

3. Rachel

"Omigod, Blaine. Blaine!" Kurt squeaked as rough fingers twined there way into his belt loops and pulled him directly on top of his boyfriend who was leaning against the piano in the choir room. "We're at school!"

"And?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and playfully batted at his boyfriend's insistent hands. "You've always said you wanted to be adventurous." Kurt smiled softly as the heat of the words radiated through his body. Blaine was right, they were in the infancy of their physical relationship. They hadn't been much further than exploring hands and a few rushed moments of mouths exploring new territory. Honestly, they had both been too spooked by Finn's interruption a few weeks prior to try anything that could expose them that much if they knew they weren't going to be alone for a long period of time. "But… school…" Kurt weakly gestured to the closed door as Blaine's lips moved the fabric of his high neckline to suck against his collarbone.

"It's after hours, we're in the choir room… and the only people that are still here are in the auditorium working on Rachel's crazy set ideas for the musical. We're safe here." He looked at Kurt, his amber eyes boring into blue. "I promise nothing too crazy; we'll be okay. But, this might…" he took a breath. "This might be the most adventurous we can ever be because of who we are."

Kurt smiled sadly in understanding and pushed himself against Blaine, effectively pinning the shorter boy to the piano. "okay."

"Okay. Blaine repeated with almost reverence as he took Kurt's face in his hands and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Their tongues wrestled for a few minutes before they pulled apart with flushed faces and shaking hands, Blaine's fingertips grabbing firmly at his boyfriend's zipper. "Is this okay?" He unzipped the cool metal and let his fingertips brush under the fabric. He received a nod in response.

Just as Blaine's palm pressed firmly and Kurt let out a gasp, the door to the choir room flung open. "Oh, thank God you tow are still here! We need help wi—omigod!" Rachel held the West Side Story sheet music up to her face and turned around quickly. "Kurt! Blaine!" She yelled in embarrassment. "In the choir room?!"

"You can turn around, Rach." Kurt rolled his eyes as he adjusted his zipper and pushed away from his boyfriend. Blaine simply slumped against the cool wood of the piano, trying to get his own breathing under control.

"I can't believe you two."

"It isn't what it looked like," Kurt attempted to protest.

"I'm pretty sure I just saw Blaine's hand fully down the front of your pants, Kurt."

"If we help you move the set pieces can we never talk about this again?" Blaine spoke up from his spot by the piano.

"Absolutely!" Rachel agreed quickly and grabbed Kurt's arm to pull him down toward the auditorium.

4. Mercedes & Tina

"Do you think they got caught up?" Tina asked Mercedes as they looked around the parking lot for Blaine's Prius. Mercedes had learned long ago that if either of the boys had arrived late and weren't' answering texts to go search for them. One of Blaine's biggest fears was getting caught in another Sadie Hawkins incident. So, she had instructed Tina to also look out for the couple, which is how they found themselves in the dark parking lot behind the Lima movie theatre scouring the area for any possible signs of their friends.

"What if something happened to them?" Tina's voice sounded small and a bit scared.

"If something happened then I'm sure we would have seen something or heard them by now right? So, maybe they are just late?" Mercedes was sure that her voice sounded much surer of the idea than she was. She knew the torture that both Kurt and Blaine had been through just for being themselves. She could only imagine what could have happened to them in a dark parking lot if any of the jocks from school had seen them together.

Tina turned her head to the back of the lot where she saw what she thought was a small almost neon green colored car sitting under a lone streetlight. "Is that Blaine's?" She had never seen the boy's car but Kurt had always described it as an eyesore and the only one of its kind near Lima, so she only guessed. Mercedes nodded and the two trudged through the parking lot toward the back. "Why would they park all the way out here?"

The two girls got an unspoken answer to their question as they got closer to the car, the window obscured by a thick film of condensation. "Are they in there?" The car rocked slightly and the sound of a bang followed by distinctly male laughs reached their ears as Tian vocalized her question.

Mercedes could only roll her eyes. "Obviously." She was well aware from her conversations with Kurt that although he and Blaine hadn't completely given themselves over to their physical desires that they had been experimenting. She also knew that the run-in with both Burt and Finn interrupting them had caused Kurt to have some reservations about doing much more than kissing in the Hummel-Hudson home. She rolled her eyes again as she steeled herself and took a step forward to bang on the side window. "Kurt! Blaine!"

It took a few moments and some awkward noises before Kurt came tumbling out of the backseat of the Prius, straightening his shirt as he stood up. "What?"

"You do realize how trashy this is, right?" Kurt could only offer Mercedes a small smile as he linked arms with her. "You two are insane.

"We might want to give Blaine a minute."

Sure enough, less than 2 minutes later a fairly disheveled Blaine with some curls sticking to his forehead and wrinkled jeans rolled himself out of the car and almost directly onto Tina's feet. "Sorry…"

"Let's go you two. I really don't want to miss this movie! Mercedes and I have been waiting for this all week!"

5. Pam Anderson

"Honey I'm home!" Pam Anderson set the grocery bags down lightly on the counter before yelling into the house again. "Blaine?" She sighed. His car was in the driveway and Kurt's navigator was parked down the street, so the two were obviously home. "Blaine? Is Kurt here?" She trudged down the hallway toward the rec room that she knew they spent most of their time in. She wasn't home much and her husband, John, was often away on business so she had created a space for her younger son to use when he had friends over.

"Blaine Devon Anderson!" Pam screamed as soon as the room came into view. Her son had notoriously chosen not to buy curtains for the room which had large glass French doors. He had almost poetically explained to herself and John that the room just looked nicer if he could have as much natural light as possible. John had just rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath asking why they were even bothering letting the boy have a game room if he was just going to "girl it up." It was then that Pam had known she was going to be Blaine's only support system. That meant she had easily accepted Kurt and she did love the boy. What she didn't love was that those damn French doors meant anyone could see directly into the room, which was why she so quickly got use of her younger son's full name.

"Pam!"

"Mom!"

Two voices rang out together as Kurt launched himself off of the couch inadvertently revealing a Blaine clad only in a pair of boxers, who simply threw his head back with a groan.

"Boys." Pam tried her best to sound as stern as possible while also feeling equally as embarrassed as her son looked. "Just…" she sighed. "Get dressed and come out to the kitchen. Please?" It only took a few minutes for a slightly disheveled Blaine to appear followed a few moments later by a frantic Kurt trying to smooth his hair down.

"Hi, Kurt," Pam said with a slight smile. She really was fond of the boy. He made her son so ridiculously happy. She really wasn't mad but it was obviously apparent that neither of them were particularly worried about others seeing them.

"Hi, Pam. How are you?"

"Fine dear. How about both of you boys have a seat?" She turned her attention to her own son as they both took a seat across from her at the breakfast bar. "Blaine. What were you thinking?"

"I just—we didn't" He stuttered a bit. "No one was supposed to be home until tomorrow! Kurt's family is home this weekend and we just wanted some time." Kurt gave his boyfriend a slight look effectively stopping him from saying anything else about their "plans" to his mother.

"What if I had been your father?" The question made both boys shudder and Blaine paused as if ice water had just been dumped over his head.

"I didn't think about that… I just knew you guys were both out until at least tomorrow."

Pam smiled sadly. "I got a call from Cooper and he wants to come home in a few weeks. I figured we could talk about that." She saw the boy cringe again. Sometimes she wondered where she had gone wrong that Blaine had such a poor relationship with the other men in their family. "You boys just need to be careful and prepared. Either of us is liable to come home at any point and you just… you need to give yourselves time to not get caught like this."

Both boys just nodded. "Mom?"

"Yes, B?"

"So, you're really not mad about? Ya know?"

"The sex?"

"Oh geez, mom!" Both boys blushed a deep crimson at her blunt words. "I mean we aren't actually to that point yet but just… ya know.. everything?"

Pam just sighed and nodded. "You're my baby and you're always going to be. But, you two love each other and it'd be stupid of me to believe you wouldn't be doing some of these things. Just, be careful."

Blaine stood up and wrapped her in a hug, Kurt standing a few steps behind giving the biggest smile Pam had ever seen him give. No, her relationship with Blaine was never going to be perfect but she was what he had and she was for sure going to try to make sure he felt loved.

"By the way, boys," Pam said as she let go of her son and turned her attention to the grocery bags still sitting on the floor. "John and I are going to be out the first few days of the musical in California."

+1. Their Time

"You're sure?" Kurt could only nod at the question before diving back in to kiss his boyfriend. He felt like those kisses were what he needed just to survive. That somehow if he detached himself for even a moment he would lose himself. "Tonight?" Blaine questioned again as they pulled apart for air in order to try and climb the steps toward Blaine's room. Kurt lifted his eyes to meet Blaine's hazel iris's, a look of pure love and lust radiating off of them.

"Blaine." He whispered almost reverently as they stumbled over each other to try and get to the bedroom door. "Yes." It probably only took a moment but to Kurt, it felt like a lifetime of kissing in the doorway before he felt himself being pushed against Blaine's bedframe and the shorter boy's body weight settle on top of him.

"We've done this a million times," Kurt whispered as he felt his boyfriend's body shaking as they kissed again and Blaine's finger played at the hem of his shirt.

"I know. But, we aren't stopping this time." At that, the enormous weight of what they were doing hit them like a freight train. "I just… I don't know what I'm doing." Kurt silenced him with a kiss. "Neither do I. We're going to figure this out together and that's okay."

Blaine smiled lightly and they continued to kiss, clothing shedding one layer at a time. They both laughed a few times as their bodies slid together and fingers explored familiar territory in a more intimate and in-depth way. It wasn't exactly as Kurt had imagined it, but it was perfect. The worries of hurting each other had been verbalized and tenderly explained. They giggled through the awkward moments of misplaced joints and slick fingers. They clutched each other closely as they rose higher than ever before, whispering names into the air like prayers.

They let themselves fall deeply and more madly in love, riding the high and crashing around each other. As they came down, Kurt rolled to his side to brushed a few stray curls off of Blaine's forehead. He smiled as he looked at his boyfriend's drooping eyelids. "I love you."

Blaine rolled over gently to plant a tender kiss to the taller boy's cheek. "I love you too… so so much."

They cuddled together, falling asleep in messy sheets with the shine of sweat on their skin. At that moment everything was perfect and nothing could break them.

A/N: I hope that was everything you wanted anonymous reader! I tried to make it a little more mature while also keeping the T rating. If you guys like stories like this let me know, I'm more than willing to do some more of these "on the edge" stories where it's mature content but written in a way that isn't just straight up smut. If you're interested in more smutty writing check out my fic Amnesia. It has more smutty-ish scenes. "See" you all next time!