Chapter 29:

Kurt:

I threw yet another shirt out of my closet. I just didn't have anything that screamed, meeting-my-boyfriend's-reformed-asshole-father-for-Thanksgiving-but-still-amazing. I needed to go shopping. I sat legs akimbo in the floor amongst my piles of clothes strewn everywhere. Blaine laid on my bed playing games on his phone. The door was, of course, wide open per my dad's request.

"Babe..." I crawled up onto the bed with Blaine and snuggled into his chest.

"I'm not going shopping." Damn, he knew me too well.

"Why not?" I sat up and crossed my arms.

"'Cause the last time you said it wouldn't be more than an hour and we were there for three!" He laughed and poked at his screen some more.

"Ugh! Fine. I guess I'll have to make do." I searched through my scattered clothes.

"Babe, you're gonna look good in anything you wear." He looked at me with so much love it made my heart nearly burst. I walked over to the bed and kissed him on the cheek.

"Are you ready for regionals tomorrow?" I plopped down next to him on the bed. Blaine tossed his phone down onto the bed.

"Yeah. What about you?" I smiled and snuggled closer to him.

"I'm a little nervous, but excited too."

"You're gonna do great." Our lips met and soon we were kissing.

"Door's open for a reason." Dad's voice came from the hallway. We smiled as we broke apart.

"Sorry Dad." We both laughed.

...

Saturday passed in an excited blur. Regionals competition was stiff, but I believed in us. We had sang our hearts out and hopefully won over the judges. We were all standing on the stage, hand in hand waiting to hear who won. Oral Intensity had just gotten third place. The announcer was opening the envelope. I glanced over at Blaine who actually looked nervous for a change. He was biting the inside of his cheek and holding my hand tightly. I closed my eyes again.

"In first place is... New Directions!" We started losing it when he said new. We jumped up and down and screamed for joy. Blaine scooped me up in his arms and spun me around. We were on top of the world.

I wish I still felt that way right now; I could have used some of that adrenaline-infused courage.

I stood there awkwardly staring out the window waiting for Blaine and his family to arrive. It was Thanksgiving and we had decided to celebrate all together, the Hudsons, Hummels, and the Andersons. This will be the first time seeing Blaine's dad after our awkward hospital encounter and even though Blaine said his dad was different now, I was still nervous. Carole was floating around the kitchen trying, to get ready. I looked back out the window and saw a familiar car drive up.

"They're here!" I hopped out of my seat and ran to the front door.

Blaine:

"Here, Blainey, carry some pies." I took the foil-wrapped plates from mom and started towards the front door. A hand on my shoulder stopped me and I turned to see my mom's smiling face. As I returned the smile, Dad joined us, smoothing the front of his shirt off obsessively. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Come on, Dad. They don't bite." Mom giggled too. It was amazing how much better they got along after the divorce. I thought it was funny how Kurt and I got along better after we just had it out.

Dad smiled half-heartedly at us and we shuffled up to the front door. Without even thinking about it, I opened it. Mom chided me for not knocking, but I never knocked when coming over and the Hummel's never seemed to mind. Kurt was standing in the entry way waiting for us, dressed impeccably and playing the perfect host. I felt the wide grin spread across my face. He just had that effect on me.

"Happy Thanksgiving." His smile made every inch of me feel warm.

"Happy Thanksgiving, baby." I hugged him carefully so I didn't squish the pies and kissed him on the forehead. My mom and dad came in behind us and dad spent a lot of time closing the door. God, was he terrified of Kurt.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Kurt." Mom smiled at Kurt and gave him a quick hug which he returned. I cleared my throat. Time to get the uncomfortable part over.

"Babe, you remember my dad. Dad, this is Kurt in case you were too high on drugs to remember." Dad finally stopped messing with the damn door and nodded at Kurt awkwardly. He stuck his hand out at the same time Kurt went for a hug and ended up poking my boyfriend in the chest which caused both of them to jump back. I resisted the urge to facepalm.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Anderson. It's very nice to see you again." Kurt said as dad tried to regroup.

"Yes, yes. Sorry! About before. I wasn't... Blaine isn't joking about the drugs and my head hurt from the injury... but happy Thanksgiving! It's nice to be invited! I mean, genuinely I am glad to be here. I'm not being sarcastic. I've been told it's hard to tell..." Dad floundered through the entire thing. Kurt's eyes got wider and wider and I could tell by the twitch of his mouth he was trying really hard not to laugh.

"We are glad you're here too, Mr. Anderson." Kurt assured him. Mom patted dad's arm gently.

"Okay, now that that's over, where is everyone?" Kurt's shoulders relaxed a bit and he gestured towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to go help out Carole with the food. Sweetie, you can go in the living room with Finn." Kurt informed me as he relieved me of the pies. "He's watching some kind of sport, I'm sure." Kurt retreated back into the kitchen with my mom and I went into the living room. Finn was watching football in Burt's recliner. He smiled up at me when I walked in.

"'Sup man." I slapped his hand on my way to the couch and plopped down.

"Hey, wanna watch the game?" I nodded as I immediately got into the game. I felt so at home here. It was amazing what love can do.

Richard:

I felt completely out of place. After the disastrous greeting I gave Kurt, Pam joined him in the kitchen and Blaine went the other way into a den of sorts. I didn't think they meant to leave me, but there I was, still standing alone in the entryway like an idiot. Why did my words never come out right? Like the way they were in my head.

I considered following Blaine, but he didn't invite me so I thought about helping in the kitchen. That wasn't right either because Pam would probably like some space. And Kurt was in there most likely thinking what an idiot I was. I sighed and decided to take a little walk outside until Cooper and Alexa got there. I was just as nervous about that too. I don't think I would even be able to eat. I touched the ribbon in my pocket and thought about what I would say to Camilia since I would be meeting her for the first time. The day had started off rough so I doubted I would make a good impression now.

As soon as I stepped back onto the sidewalk carefully, (my joints always ached with the cold) I almost ran headlong into Burt Hummel who was carrying some kind of metal contraption. He seemed as surprised as I was until it registered who I was. He tipped his head in greeting, a look of indifference on his face.

"Mr. Anderson. Happy Thanksgiving." I nodded back politely, offering my hand. Burt held up the metal thing and I withdrew my hand. Of course. I'm an idiot! His hands were full and here I was trying to shake his hand.

"Do you, um, maybe need some assistance?" Mr. Hummel eyed me appraisingly for a moment before handing me some of the metal pieces.

"We are taking it over here to the garage." The flannel and ball cap clad man muttered. His body language told me he wasn't overly thrilled about me tagging along, but I did anyway as I reminded myself that I was here to make amends for myself and my family. I grabbed as many pieces as I could carry and cheerfully followed him to the garage. We started setting them up into what looked like a big pot on a tiny table. I tried to assemble it, but one look at Mr. Hummel's confused squint and I sheepishly handed my parts over.

"We are frying a turkey," Burt sighed. "Not sure if you've done this before, but I have so I can show you..." The last part he said as a question and I nodded.

"That would... Yes, I'd appreciate it." He grunted in return and explained the process to me as he prepared the turkey.

"Now, Kurt hates me frying it, but I traded him healthy cranberry sauce for this." He chuckled. I could admit that I was envious at how easy his relationship with his son was. I had no one to blame but my own idiot self for that though. If only my arguments with my sons could just be about how to prepare food.

"You have a good relationship with him," I blurted out. "With Kurt, I mean. Although, Blaine says you have been so wonderful to him too and I can't thank you enough." Burt shrugged and continued to lower the turkey into the oil.

"Kurt and I understand each other. Blaine is a good kid too. All I did was notice it." I frowned.

"How did you... I mean, what did you say when Kurt, uh, told you?" I realized I sounded like a babbling idiot. Burt stepped back from the turkey and ripped off his cap before scratching his head. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my coat. "I think... No I know I didn't handle it right with Blaine. I'm trying to fix it..." I trailed off as Burt leveled me with not-so-friendly look.

"I'm not so sure you can just 'fix' something like that. You kind of get one chance." I felt the color drain from my face as the guilt settled heavily on me. Burt's hard expression softened a bit as he tugged the cap back on. "I don't think Blaine is as screwed up as he thinks he is. He's got a good heart. As for Kurt, we've had our moments. I knew way before he came out to me and I can't say I wasn't hoping I was wrong. The way he used to get bullied... the way he still gets bullied." He glared at some distant memory across the yard before turning back to me. "I guess what I'm saying is I just wanted his life to be as easy as possible since he's been through so much already. But he told me and I just told him I loved him and that I knew. I think that's all they want to hear really. That you love them still."

We both grew quiet, thinking about different things. I hoped that Blaine understood that I did love him. I almost wanted to go tell him right then, but I didn't want to embarrass him. I rubbed my hands together as Burt checked the temperature of the turkey.

"Thank you. For being there for him. I know... well, I haven't been the father he deserves and I'm trying to do better. So thank you for stepping in when I still had my head up my own ass." Burt actually grinned then and he tilted his head. A car pulling up made us both swivel our heads that way and I recognized Cooper's car. I stood, brushing off my pants.

"Speaking of doing better." I felt a hand grip my arm and I turned to see Burt smiling a little.

"Just don't overthink it. Kids are pretty forgiving and Camilia's a sweetheart." I smiled back tightly and bobbed my head.

Time to face the music.

...

Cooper:

"Are we there yet, daddy?" Camilia asked me for what felt like the thousandth time. We had been driving for about fifteen minutes and she asked every second of the short drive. I ground my teeth and forced a smile. Lex laughed softly at my impatience and rested a slender hand on my arm.

"Yes! Thank god, we have arrived!" I put the car in park and took a deep breath as my hyper daughter unbuckled her seat belt and jumped out of the car. She tore off to the door and I let out my breath.

"You okay, sweetie?" Lex asked. She was so beautiful and she was gaining more weight every day, which meant she was getting stronger each day. I still felt butterflies when I looked at her and I couldn't stop myself from leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm a little nervous, sure. Dad... he doesn't always express himself the right way. I just don't want him to be insensitive and ruin Thanksgiving. It's my job to ruin Thanksgiving with hilarious anecdotes." Lex rolled her eyes and patted my leg.

"Well, you can't hide in here forever. Let's go rescue poor Kurt from our daughter."

By the time we got inside, Camila had found her uncle and was begging to see either Kurt or Kurt's room already. Ugh, she was too young to have a crush. This was ridiculous. I helped Lex take off her coat and dad came in the door right behind us. I stiffened momentarily (I blame years of being angry at my father for that.) Dad smiled nervously at both of us and his hands twitched like her wasn't sure what to do with them. I decided to put him out of his misery as he glanced from me to Lex.

"Hey, Dad. How's the head? Still got some brains left?" He chuckled a little, his smile still tight.

"I have a check up next week, but I'm feeling well, thank you. It's not serious like..." He looked at Lex who was watching our exchange with a ghost of a smile on her lips. She was quiet, but that was just who she was. She would observe a situation and then when she did talk, it was usually something worth listening to. I knew she wasn't offended by his insinuation, but I didn't want him to say something stupid.

"Well, I hope it goes good for you." I swapped the yams to my other arm. It was getting heavy. "Are you liking your apartment? I know it's small, but-"

"Please, Cooper," Dad interrupted. He waved his hands in front of his face. "I would rather not do small talk... I want... I mean, I need to say some things."

I'm sure I looked just as surprised as Lex did. I wrapped my free arm around her waist and waited. Dad took a minute to get his thoughts organized into words. Well, he did when it came to feelings. He cleared his throat and looked directly into Lex's eyes, the way he taught Blaine and me to do when we were being sincere. He was wringing his hands and grimacing a little as he launched into a speech he had very obviously planned ahead.

"Alexa, I owe you an apology many times over. I have been a complete ass and a fool for all these years. You have no reason to forgive me, just like my boys or my ex wife, but I am truly sorry for the way I've treated you and the awful things I've said." He took a deep breath before hesitantly reaching for her hand. She gave it to him and he held her smaller one in between his hands. "You are a truly wonderful wife to my son and mother to my granddaughter and a very brave person to go through what you've been through. It would be an honor for me to get to know my family. If you wish."

I could feel Lex crying beside me and I squeezed her waist a little tighter. She just nodded before pulling dad into a hug. I would have loved a picture of dad's face in that moment, the surprise right before he hugged her back just as tight. A high-pitched giggle that I considered to be the most beautiful sound in the world broke the spell and caused dad to whip his head towards the den as if shocked. He looked like he was going to throw up and like he had just won the lottery all at once.

"Bb! Stop tickling me!" She squirmed away from Blaine, batting at him with her stuffed pig. Blaine continued relentlessly, a bright grin taking over his face.

"Admit that I'm better than Kurtie and I will!" She shook her head and screamed again.

"No! You not 'uposed to talk bad about your Prince Charming!" Blaine stopped his attack and fell back from her dramatically and gasped, hand clutched to his chest.

"What? You... you can't be serious! Kurt is my Prince Charming!" Cam giggled wildly and shook her head, eyes gleaming with mirth.

"No! He's mine! He said so!" Blaine fake sobbed into his hands.

"The pain! The betrayal! The sheer audacity!" Blaine scowled at her and raised a throw pillow. "I'll duel you for him!" Cam grabbed a pillow too and wielded it like a broadsword.

"Bring it, Bb! I'm gonna kick your butt!" Just as they raised their pillows, Lex stepped into the den, hands on her hips.

"Excuse me, but no one is going to be dueling while we are guests in the Hummel's house. Blaine Devon, I thought you knew better." Both had looked startled at the sound of her voice and they immediately dropped their pillows. Cam smiled winningly at her before her gaze flickered curiously to dad. I looked at him and did a double take, because he was wringing his hands again and his eyes shone with unshed tears. Blaine pushed Cam back onto the couch as he leapt up and scurried into the kitchen.

"Kurt! Kurt Hummel, we need to have a serious talk!" We heard muffled arguing and then a yelp from Blaine as Kurt probably smacked him. I rolled my eyes at my idiot brother, who was now crying. "I thought you loved me? How could you leave me for her? And the way I found out!"

"Blaine, stop being dramatic and either help or get out of here. Oh my god, are you crying? Blaine! You are absolutely ridiculous!"

"Say you're my Prince Charming and not hers!"

"Oh. My. God. Let go of my legs, Blaine." I snickered at those two before I felt dad grip my shoulder. His eyes hadn't left Cam once, who was watching the tv and playing with the curly tail of her pig.

"Can I..." He swallowed hard. "Would it be alright if I see her? Please?" His voice cracked on the please and I felt kind of bad.

"Dad, the only one who has been stopping you from seeing her is you." Lex nodded and faced dad again.

"I have already forgiven you for the way you've treated me and I want us all to be a family again. I know you are sincere and I know what you've said to Coop and Blaine and Pam. I see the work you're putting into your relationships and I approve. That being said, I have no problem with you getting to know Cam. Life is too short, as we both know first hand, to hold grudges." Her face hardened and Dad looked scared, as he should. I suppressed a shiver at the dark look on Lex's face. She didn't get angry often, but when she did it was scary. "Fair warning, if you do or say anything to hurt my baby girl, I will not be kind. That, I will not tolerate. She has already had to deal with enough and I'll be damned if I allow you to break her heart. Do we understand each other?" Dad gulped and stepped back a little.

"Yes, yes. Of course. I don't want to hurt her at all. I say stupid things sometimes, but I promise I won't do anything on purpose. You have my word." Lex relaxed and I was glad. I had been on the receiving end of that look before and it wasn't good. Dad took a deep breath and stepped into the den.

...

Camilia:

I really wanted Bb to come back in here. It was lonely with just this really tall boy who said he was Kurtie's brother when he let us in the door. He didn't look like him though. Kurtie was really pretty. But, I don't really look like daddy very much. Mommy says I look like him on the inside. She says I have daddy's heart.

I wanted to follow Bb into the kitchen, but I heard other people in there and I was scared to go in. Also, mommy was watching me and she had told me in the car not to go running through the house like I did at grandma's. I peeked up to see if she was watching me and I saw her talking to that man again. He looked like Bb and I wondered if that was Bb's daddy. I was scared of him, because Bb said he was a big meanie and daddy yelled about him a lot when he thought I was asleep sometimes. I asked mommy why daddy and Bb didn't love their daddy like me and she told me it was complicated. (Grownups say that when they don't want to tell kids stuff.) Then she said that he wasn't a bad person, but he had a bad attitude and he wasn't allowed to come over until he fixed it. I knew what that was. I got in trouble when I had a bad attitude. I wondered if he was in trouble now. Daddy and mommy were talking to him really quiet and he started crying.

I saw a commercial for that cool doll that my best friend Hazel had and I watched that. Kurtie's brother got up and took the yuckie yams away from daddy and said something about a snack. I hoped he would bring me a snack back too. Then I felt someone sit beside me and it was Bb's daddy. Oh, yeah. Mommy explained that he was my grandpa last night at bedtime. She said he was coming today since he fixed his attitude and he might want to talk to me. I didn't know if he was nice. He didn't look very nice in some of the pictures at grandma's house. I felt really shy as I looked up at him. Mommy and daddy sat in the den on the small couch and whispered.

"Hello." His voice was nice, like Bb's and Kurtie's. I just looked at him. He had nice eyes, like Bb's, but darker.

"Hi." He smiled. He looked really nice when he smiled. It made me smile. He cleared his throat.

"I know you don't know me, but I'm your grandpa. You don't have to call me that." I thought about it.

"What else would I call you?" He shrugged.

"Whatever you want."

"I can call you grandpa. My other grandpa is called Pops." He nodded. "Are you daddy and Bb's daddy?" He nodded again slowly and his smile disappeared.

"I am. But I'm afraid I've not been a very good one. I'm trying to fix that though."

"But you fixed your attitude?" His eyebrows went up his forehead and he smiled again. Then he laughed and his whole face scrunched up like Bb's does when he laughs.

"Yes, I fixed my attitude." I usually got shy talking to people, but for some reason I didn't feel very shy around him.

"I'm glad you did. Now I can have two grandpas." He stared at me for a few seconds and then he started crying. I thought I said something wrong, so I apologized.

"No, it's not sad tears, my dear. I'm just so happy." He started crying really hard then, like that little boy did on the playground the other day when he twisted his ankle. Grandpa buried his face in his hands and I rubbed his arm like daddy does to me when I'm sad.

"There, there. It's okay, champ." That's what daddy always says too. It makes me feel better. Grandpa was just crying worse now. I got a great idea. "Grandpa, I will color you a picture. They always make mommy feel better when she hurts. Do you hurt?" Grandpa wiped his face and sniffed.

"I'm fine now. Sorry about that. I would love a picture." I smiled.

"I'll make you one! What's your favorite color?" He wiped his face again on his sleeve and cleared his throat.

"I'm partial to green."

"Okay!" I knew I had a picture of a turtle I could color green. Maybe grandpa liked turtles. "Do you like turtles?" He grinned at me and then poked Babe's snout.

"Actually, I have always loved pigs. Did you know they are the fifth most intelligent animal?" I knew pigs were special!

"What's untellgent?"

"Intelligent. It means that pigs are very smart."

"Oh! Really?"

"Yes!" He was smiling really big now. Just like daddy when he was really excited. "I actually brought you something for your very intelligent friend there." He pulled a little red ribbon that had a bow on it out of his pocket and held it out. "May I?" He pointed at Babe. I wasn't sure if I could give Babe to him. But I really wanted the pretty ribbon. He smiled gently. "You can hold it. I will just fasten it." I nodded. That was a good idea. He put the ribbon on and Babe had never been prettier.

"Thank you, grandpa!" I gave him a big hug. Mommy calls them my squeezy hugs because they are so comfy and tight. They make her better too. "Can I go show Kurtie?" He nodded and mommy and daddy got up too.

"Let's all go. We want to tell everyone something." Mommy said with a smile. I grabbed grandpa's hand and he just stared at it.

"Come on, grandpa! I'll show you where the kitchen is!" He looked like he was going to cry again, so I kept ahold of his hand.

Everybody was in the kitchen. Kurtie's daddy, Kurtie's brother, his step-mommy, grandma, Bb, and Kurtie. I ran over to him and jumped into his arms.

"Look what grandpa brought for Babe! Isn't it pretty?" He kissed my cheek.

"That's beautiful! Babe looks lovely."

"Lovely." I repeated. Daddy tapped a fork on a glass bowl to get everyone's attention and smiled at mommy.

"So, Lex has some news to share." Mommy looked around the room and clasped her hands together.

"As of Tuesday, we found out that my cancer is in complete remission!" I jumped when Kurt and everyone else yelled and cried. I started to panic and looked around as everyone gathered around mommy and was hugging her. Kurtie was hugging her and crying and I was getting squished.

"What's that mean?" I asked him. Daddy picked me up and swung me around before he kissed my cheek hard.

"That means, sweetheart, that mommy is getting better. She's not sick anymore! We have to keep doing tests to make sure she doesn't get sick again, but for now she's all better!" I started crying too and everyone started to coo and tell me it was alright. Mommy looked blurry as she held her arms open for me. I ran to her and gave her a squeezey hug.

"Mommy..."

"Shhh, it's alright sweetie. It's alright."

Everyone was hugging and crying. Bb had his head buried in Kurtie's neck as he rocked him. I was just happy mommy wasn't going to be sick anymore. I looked at Kurtie and he winked at me. He knew my pictures helped.

Kurt:

Finn moaned beside me in his sleep where he was stretched out on the floor. He had eaten way too much food and then whined about it for half an hour until he fell asleep. To be honest, I had eaten too much as well, but I wasn't going to admit that.

After the initial awkwardness passed, Dad, Mr. Anderson, Finn, Blaine, and Cooper all bonded over football and actually seemed to enjoy each other's company. Carole took Pam and Alexa outside to see her plan for the garden in the spring while Blaine and I showed a very excited Camilia my bedroom. She had brought me several pictures she colored and showed me exactly where they should go on my wall. Later we all played some games and it was one of the most fun holidays I can remember having since my mom was still alive. I just kept looking at Blaine and hoping this is what life would be like for the years to come, all of our family together like this.

I shifted on the couch as Dad leaned over while putting on his coat. "You sure you don't want to come with us? I'm sure they will be starting the Black Friday deals early." I shook my head and rubbed my tummy.

"No, Dad. I think I'm going to copy Finn and take a nap. I definitely ate too much." Dad stared blankly at me and then cupped my forehead. I arched an eyebrow in confusion as he shrugged.

"Well, you aren't running a fever, so you aren't delirious with a fever. Must be aliens." I sat up a little and pointed my finger at him.

"Aliens could exist, Dad! You saw that documentary too!" Dad just laughed as Carole joined him.

"Burt, stop trying to get him to come with us! I wanted to do some Christmas shopping for him." She chided him as she wound her scarf around her neck. Dad adjusted his cap and batted away my hand. I laid back down on the couch and folded my hands over my chest.

"Okay, kiddo. Just don't let your brother eat anything else or he might explode." I would have rolled my eyes if they weren't closed. Like I had ever been able to control what Finn did, especially when it came to food.

As soon as I heard the door click shut, my eyes opened and I sat up and poked Finn with my foot. He didn't even make a noise. Boy, was he out. I grinned devilishly and padded off to the kitchen. Blaine and I were completely alone in the house for several hours and I wasn't going to waste it. Well, Finn was technically there, but he was comatose. Alexa and Cooper had taken Camilia to see Santa at the mall and Pam and Richard went with them.

I could hear singing from the kitchen before I even got through the door and I was not disappointed. Blaine was washing a plate at the sink, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his lovely forearms and he was swinging his hips in time to the beat of the song he was singing.

"You make me, feel like I'm living a teenage dream! The way you turn me on, I can't sleep..." He trailed off as he scrubbed a particularly tough bit of food off and then he started doing what sounded like vocal runs. He was so adorable. I put my hands on his hips and kissed the back of his neck as he nearly jumped out of his skin. He whirled around and leaned heavily on the counter, clutching a wet hand to his chest.

"Jeez, Kurt! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I laughed and put my hands back on his hips.

"Sorry, you just looked so cute I couldn't keep my hands and lips off of you." He accepted the quick kiss I gave him before turning back to the sink. "Honestly, I'm shocked you didn't curse. You're pretty scared of Lex and your mom, huh?" He glared at me and I wrapped an arm across his chest and let the other arm snake around his waist.

"I'm not scared, I just don't want to cuss in front of Cam because I'm a responsible young man." I snorted at his haughty tone as he swiped a wine glass out of the sudsy water and leaned into the kisses I was pressing into his back. He smelled so good.

"Well, Cam isn't here so you are safe. In fact, we are all alone except for Finn but he's passed out in the living room so if you feel like talking dirty, I promise I won't tell anyone." He smirked at my seductive tone, but I saw him almost drop the glass back into the bubbles.

"I thought you said before you wouldn't do anything with Finn in the house? Plus, I have to do these dishes that you guys forced me to do all by myself." He pouted a little as my hand wandered closer to his belt.

"I told you, Finn is asleep and you did zero of the cooking or prep so you got to clean up. Plus, Coop and Dad helped you with most of it, you just have to wash some dishes. Stop being a baby." I started kissing up his shoulder and then back to his neck and I felt him shudder in delight. My fingers toyed with his belt buckle while my other hand scratched down his chest over his shirt. He pretended to not be affected, but I could hear the waver in his voice.

"Alright. Two conditions," he said as he swallowed hard. "One, you help me finish these dishes afterwards because your dad will know if I don't get them done." I just kept kissing along his neck, stopping to suck on a few places and make him whimper a little. I noted with a bit of smugness that he wasn't even washing the glass anymore. He was just holding it half-submerged in the water and letting his other hand dangle over the sink as he leaned his head back onto my shoulder. I hummed acknowledgment into the place I was sucking on and he moaned a little. I had gotten his belt undone and I was teasing my finger into the waistband of his pants, ghosting my fingers over his underwear.

"What's the second condition?" I whispered into his ear before nipping at the lobe. He shivered and seemed to remember he had been making a point earlier.

"Oh, uh, yes... mmm Kurt... anyway, um, you know what my second condition is." I stilled for a minute trying to remember through the haze of lust what he might be referring to and then I did. I stopped moving my hands and moved where I could see his face better. He was leaning into me and had his eyes closed, a smile playing at his lips.

"Seriously? You're still on that?"

"I know we could do it!" He opened his eyes and looked into mine earnestly. That look made it really hard to say no. "Please, Kurt! Let's just try? If it doesn't work, we can have sex whatever way you want. Pleeeease?" I sighed in resignation and let my head drop on his back.

"Fine! But I make no promises." He made an excited noise before dropping the glass back into the water and grabbing my hands then yanking me towards the stairs. I giggled at the way he tiptoed past Finn and then up the stairs like he was a secret agent or something. "You're such a dork."

"Shut up, Hummel! I don't want him to wake up!"

"You're the loud one."

"Shhh!"

We finally made it up to my bedroom and I locked the door behind Blaine before crowding him up against it and kissing him dirtily. The only sound was our pants between kisses and the little moans we were letting loose as I tangled my fingers into Blaine's hair. Finally, I drew back and we both worked to catch our breath as I backed away slowly.

"I'm going to get supplies while you pick the wall. Then get naked." I let my eyes rake over his body and noted with satisfaction that he shivered under my gaze.

Blaine had approached me bouncing with excitement a few weeks ago with this idea and I had told him an outright, "no" at first. He had casually mentioned it a few times since then, but honestly I wasn't sure if I could do it.

"You'll be fine! You hold up the Cheerios all the time!" He had encouraged me.

"But you weigh more than Quinn or Santana or Brittney! What if I can't... do stuff while I'm holding you up?"

"I'm going to ignore the dig about my weight because I know you wouldn't intentionally be cruel, but that's what the wall is for! It's simple physics!"

"You suck at physics."

"Kurt!"

I shook off the memory of the conversation as I dug out a condom and the lube and tried to exude confidence. After pasting a sexy smile on my face, I turned around to see Blaine practically ripping off his clothes. I stifled a laugh by biting my lip and began to unbutton my own clothes. God, I hoped I wouldn't embarrass myself. I knew Blaine would just laugh it off with me, but he was so excited about this that I wanted it to be good for him.

"Come here, beautiful." Blaine practically purred as he leaned against the wall by my bed. He was completely naked, stroking his swelling cock slowly and I had to remind myself to keep undressing. "Let me do that." It wasn't a question. I felt arousal bubbling up within me as I swayed over to him, taking in his toned chest, defined abs, and his strong arms. I let him undress me, his eyes only leaving mine when absolutely necessary to undo a button or open my pants. As soon as my underwear hit the ground, he stared hungrily at my cock, which was already hard from watching Blaine. "Let me blow you for a minute." He said, still staring. I laughed at his one track mind and connected our naked bodies against the wall. I shoved my tongue in his mouth and pulled at his hair with one hand while the other hand gripped his hip. He eagerly sucked my tongue into his mouth and cupped my face, pulling me impossibly closer.

"We don't have too much time before everyone gets back," I whispered against his lips. I let go of him to squirt some lube onto my fingers which he watched with fascination.

"What if Finn wakes up?" He asked as he licked his lips and drug a finger down my neck and chest then over my nipple causing me to gasp. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Please don't talk about Finn right now unless you want this to be over before it starts. Even if he does hear, I saw his browser history so I've got blackmail on him. We have an understanding anyway. I cover for him and Rachel and he covers for us. Now, face the wall sweetheart." He grinned and turned around as I worked him open with my fingers. I alternated kissing up and down his spine and neck while my other hand wandered around his chest to tweak his nipples, down to stroke his cock a few times to keep him hard, and then to smooth down his back and squeeze his ass cheek. After a few minutes of this, he was scratching at the wall and begging me to fuck him. I smiled at his impatience and turned him around.

"You're sure this is what you want?" He nodded, lust darkening his eyes as he gripped my shoulders and leaned back. I quickly rolled on the condom before reaching for my boyfriend.

"Come on, baby. I know you can do it. Grab my legs, I'm ready." His voice was rough and low and I swallowed down my self-consciousness. I gripped his hips and braced my legs like I would if I was doing a lift for one of the Cheerios and Blaine pushed himself up... only to slide down to the floor and take me with him. "Oh shit!"

"Blaine!" I pulled myself off of him and we stared at each other for a few moments before laughing. "Are you okay?" I giggled. He nodded and wiped at his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm good. You shouldn't have quit the football team. You tackle decently." That made us both laugh again before Blaine jumped on me and started kissing all over my face and then down my neck. The mood turned passionate again as we ran our hands all over each other and all that could be heard was gasping and panting. Soon Blaine was pulling me up and against the wall again.

"Blaine," I rasped. "It didn't go so well last time. Let's just go to the bed." He grabbed my hands and put them on his ass as he braced against the wall.

"No, come on! Don't be a quitter, Hummel! I've got it this time. Promise." I sighed and pecked his nose before trying again. This time, we were successful and I immediately saw the draw of this position. Blaine locked his heels together at the small of my back and held onto the back of my neck.

We were so close, a piece of paper wouldn't have fit in between us. We kissed slowly at first, and then sloppily as I lined up with his entrance and began to push in. Both of us grunted and I waited for Blaine to adjust. Once he was braced against the wall, he really wasn't that heavy or hard to hold. Looks like my push-ups had been paying off. Blaine told me to move and I did, working my hips slowly at first while I got used to the new sensations this position afforded. Blaine was moaning and throwing his head back against the wall as he bounced up and down, clinging to my shoulders. Once I got my rhythm, I surprised Blaine by pushing him against the wall farther somehow and hitching him up higher. His eyes flew open and I smiled wickedly as I slammed my hips into his deeper and deeper. He bit back a scream and clawed at my back as a picture fell off the wall.

"God, yes Kurt! Baby, you feel so good! I knew this would be amazing." He was grabbing at anything he could and snapping his hips down onto me and I felt my orgasm start to sneak up fast. A drop of sweat dripped down my face and onto Blaine's already sweaty chest as I continued to thrust erratically into his tight warmth.

"Blaine..." I warned breathlessly. Blaine nodded, eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Come for me, baby." He opened his eyes, locking his heated gaze on me. I lifted him up a little higher and he gasped. "Oh, shit! Yes, right there!" Then his face screwed up and I knew he was about to come. He cried out and I followed right behind after a few more sporadic thrusts. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor and lay panting. I reveled in the blissful feeling as Blaine landed a sloppy kiss to my lips.

"Kurt..."

"Blaine."

"We have to do that again. That was fucking awesome!" I snorted and started to feel the ache in my legs and arms.

"Sure, as soon as I recover." He smiled happily and cuddled into my side. "Why do we always end up on the floor?" He shrugged.

"See, I told you that you wouldn't drop me."

"I did drop you."

"We just had some technical difficulties at first." I smiled into the kiss I planted in his hair. It was so wonderful to have someone to laugh with even when things didn't go as planned. I wondered what I was so worried about before when Blaine sat up a little.

"Did you hear that?" A soft knock on the door had us both scrambling for our clothes and wiping ourselves off quickly.

"Uh, guys? Please tell me that's over? Mom just texted me and said they are on their way home." Finn's voice called hesitantly through the door.

"Shit." I hissed as I wiggled into my jeans. "How long ago did she text?" I called out to my brother. When I turned around looking for my shirt, I saw Blaine just watching me with his belt half on. "Blaine! What are you doing? Get dressed!" I picked up his shirt and threw it at his chest. He caught it with a cheeky grin.

"Just always wanted to see how you got those on." I rolled my eyes before realizing my shirt was inside out and fixing it.

"Uh, she texted about ten minutes ago-"

"And you didn't think to warn me?" I fumed.

"I tried!" He whined. "But you guys, uh... didn't hear me I guess." As I smoothed down my hair, (it was beyond fixing. I hoped it just looked like I had tossed and turned in my sleep.) I threw open the door to a sheepish Finn who wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Thanks for warning me." I said sarcastically. He apparently didn't detect the sarcasm because he beamed at me.

"You're welcome, bro!" He padded off towards the kitchen I presumed as Blaine sauntered out of my room and pulled his shirt down. He caught me before I could jog down the stairs and kissed me deeply. I had calmed down considerably after that and I smiled against his lips.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Blaine." He darted another kiss to my lips before leading me calmly down the stairs and into the kitchen.

We barely had finished the dishes when Dad and Carole bustled in, a blast of cold air flowing in behind them. They set bags on the table and Carole hid a few behind her back (presumably their shopping for me had gone well) until she could get to their bedroom. I wrapped an arm around Blaine who was trying not to move much (I had been a little rough with him) as dad stripped off his scarf and coat.

"Why are you two looking at me?" He grunted. Blaine and I spoke at the same time. I said, "We're not!" while Blaine said, "You're pretty!" and he reacted by raising his eyebrow at us. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the countertop across from us.

"What did you do?" Before Blaine could make us seem even more guilty, I lied.

"Nothing. We are just sitting here. Chilling." Smooth, Kurt. Really smooth. Dad stared a hole through us and Blaine shifted nervously.

"Did you break something?"

"No."

"Did Finn break something?"

"No."

"Did you have sex?"

"No!" Curse my voice, it squeaked and I knew I was blushing. Blaine tugged at his collar. Dad smirked at our obvious faces and tilted his head.

"Kurt." I threw my hands up. My face was on fire now and Blaine was studying the floor tiles like his life depended on it.

"Fine! Yes, we had sex! Did you really want to know that?" Dad's smile faded a bit and he dropped his hand to the counter behind him.

"Look, I know it's not always safe out there for you guys, but I want you to feel safe here. If you are going to be doing... that, I wanna know you're safe. So, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but try to keep that stuff confined to here where I know you're safe. Okay?" I stood in stunned silence, my mind reeling with what my dad had just explained. He was okay with us having sex as long as we were in the house? Blaine recovered first, offering Dad a fist bump.

"Thanks, Burt. We always are safe, if you understand what I'm saying." Dad held up a hand with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"Okay, son. No need to tell me details. I trust you both. Now, Carole wants to play Pictionary so let's get it set up before the Anderson's get back." We nodded and I started towards the closet where the games were kept. Blaine winced a bit as he limped to the living room. I swatted dad as he smirked again and patted my back.

"Don't say a word!"

"I didn't say anything!"

...

Songs used:

Teenage Dream- Katy Perry