Chapter 64: Safe in His Embrace

Kurt walked upstairs and found his Dad watching the nightly news.

"Hey, Dad." Kurt said, sitting beside Burt on the couch.

"Hey. How was the party?" Burt asked, lowering the volume on the television.

"Pretty good. Everyone had fun." Kurt said, leaning back.

"Did everyone have a ride home?" Burt asked.

"Yeah, except Puck." Kurt said. "He's asleep on my couch."

"Oh." Burt looked uncomfortable. "Puck is-"

"The boy with the mohawk." Kurt supplied. "I already called his Mom to tell her. She said it was okay for him to stay, since Sam and I couldn't wake him."

"Well..."

"Dad, it's fine. Puck is really harmless, especially while he's sleeping." Kurt assured his Dad. "I just gotta make sure there's pancakes or waffles in the morning."

"Why's that?" Burt asked, looking confused.

"Mrs. Puckerman said she could only wake Puck if she yells out 'pancakes' or 'waffles'." Kurt shrugged. "Apparently It's his kryptonite to get him out of bed in the morning. And if there aren't actually pancakes or waffles, he's grouchy."

"Huh, interesting." Burt said, impressed. "If you are making pancakes and/or waffles in the morning, make sure to save me some, will you?"

"Of course I will." Kurt said. "Anyways, I'm gonna have to get some pillows and blankets to make Puck comfortable before Sam and I can go to bed."

"Are you two, uhmm, sharing your bed?" Burt said, his face flushing.

"Yes, Dad, we are." Kurt said. "But we'll only be sleeping."

"Okay, good." Burt nodded.

Kurt stood up.

"I'm gonna get the pillows and blankets." Kurt said. "Goodnight, Dad."

"'Night, Kurt. Say goodnight to Sam for me." Burt said, turning back to the news.

"Will do." Kurt walked to the closet upstairs and pulled out a duvet and some pillows before walking down to his room.


"Hey." Kurt said, walking into his room

"Hey, let me help you with that." Sam came over and took the pillows.

"Thanks." Kurt said, opening the duvet.

"These for Puck?" Sam said, holding up the pillows.

"Yeah, I'll help you in a minute to get them under his head."

"No problem." Sam said. "Should I take his boots off him?"

"If you can, yeah." Kurt answered. "I don't want boot prints on my couch."

"'Kay." Sam set to untying Puck's boots and pulling them off before setting them aside.

"Lift his head, I'll slide the pillows underneath." Kurt said, bringing the duvet over.

Sam handed the pillows to Kurt before lifting Puck's shoulders and head shoulders up. Kurt carefully placed the pillows underneath the mohawk boy, and Sam lowered Puck down. Kurt covered his friend carefully before taking the jacket from the couch and hanging it up.

"Should we put his phone back in the coat?" Sam asked.

"No, let's hold onto it, until morning." Kurt said, locking it in his bedside table before making his way to his vanity and sitting down.

"What're you doing?" Sam asked.

"My nightly moisturizing." Kurt said, as he began the process.

"Huh."

"What?" Kurt said, making eye contact with Sam in the mirror.

"Nothing, you just look sexy doing that." Sam said.

"Sam, not now..." Kurt warned.

"Yeah, I know. But it's true." Sam said.

"Sam, stop flirting with me and go pull the covers down." Kurt said, shaking his head in amusement.

"Yes, Sir." Sam gave a cocky grin as he saluted Kurt.

"Ass." Kurt muttered, making Sam chuckle.

Puck shifted on the couch.

"Think he'll wake up anytime soon?" Sam said.

"Probably sometime in the night." Kurt replied. "And we'll see what happens once it's on camera."

"Easy blackmail." Sam said quietly, looking at the sleeping Jewish boy on couch.


Kurt finished moisturizing and turned to Sam. Sam looked up from where he was laying on the bed.

"All done?" Sam asked.

"Yes, until morning." Kurt said, tilting his head as he looked at the blond boy.

"What're you looking at?" Sam said, giving a slight smile.

"How you look in my bed." Kurt answered softly.

"You like it?" Sam questioned.

Kurt nodded silently.

"Wanna know how it can be better?" Sam said.

"How?" Kurt questioned.

"If you were in your bed with me." Sam said, rolling over and making room.

Kurt bit his lip and stood up, making his way to the bed.

Sam took his hand and tugged, making Kurt fall down beside him.

"Mmmm, forceful. I like it." Kurt said, leaning in for a brief kiss. "Mmm, okay, we gotta go to sleep."

"Yeah, can't do anything with our guest." Sam said, glancing at the couch.

"Or with my Dad in the house." Kurt said, glancing at the stairs. "He's already skittish about me sleeping with you in my bed with me."

"Yeah, kinda figured he would. Doesn't want his Baby Boy defiled now, does he?" Sam said quietly.

"Not really." Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"If he only knew what we've already done." Sam said, nipping Kurt's neck lightly.

"Sam, seriously. Bedtime." Kurt lightly tugged Sam's hair and pulled him back.

"Fine. But this isn't finished." Sam said.

"I know. Now, go set the video to record on your phone. I'll do the same with mine." Kurt said, crawling off the bed.

The boys crept stealthily to where they had placed their phones, hidden from Puck's eyes. They turned the video recorder on, replacing their phones in their spots, and headed back to Kurt's bed. Kurt turned off the lights on his way back to the bed, and climbed in beside Sam.

"All set." Kurt whispered. "I know he's going to do something when he wakes up."

"And when he does, we'll have it recorded on our phones." Sam whispered back.

"Payback is sweet. This is going to be for when he sat on me, and made comments on me being like a girl." Kurt said, glancing at the couch.

"And for when he said he make use of you for his needs if he were into guys." Sam added.

"Oh, he's definitely got to be into guys." Kurt said. "They're no way he gets turned on that fast by a guy if he were straight. And if he does anything to either of us when he wakes up, we have the proof of it."

"And then we can blackmail him with it, if needed." Sam half smiled.

"Let's go to sleep." Kurt said, yawning. "We'll see what happens."

"Okay, Babe." Sam yawned as well. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Kurt kissed Sam before turning on his side. Sam pulled the comforter up over them, before he spooned up against Kurt's back; sliding an arm over Kurt's waist, and tucking the other under his own head. Sam smiled when Kurt pulled the arm at his waist up, so Sam's hand was at Kurt's chest.

"Comfy?" Sam said in Kurt's ear.

"Very much so." Kurt said, pressing a kiss to the hand he held, before settling back into place.

"'Night, Kurt." Sam said, closing his eyes and nuzzling his head against Kurt's.

"Goodnight, Babe." Kurt closed his eyes and relaxed, his body safe in Sam's embrace.