AN: Since it has been requested of me to add more to the story, here it goes. :)
When the door had opened, Kurt had to close his eyes against the bright light. He peeked and thought he saw brown hair when the girl had shut the door quickly. Had he heard Matt?
"The party's over," she said in a soft voice.
"I gathered that by the interruption," he said, shaking his head. He hadn't opened his eyes yet. He didn't want to, really. He was afraid the girl wouldn't be happy with seeing who she was making out with.
"Are you okay?" she asked Kurt.
"Fine," he said with a sigh. "Just the light is a little bright."
"I was wondering if you didn't want to see who I was."
"I was worried the same thing."
"I know who you are Kurt."
"At least one of us does." He paused for a moment and swallowed hard. "And you are okay with that?"
The girl leaned and kissed him. "I am okay with that. But I have a feeling you won't be with who I am."
"Why wouldn't I—"
"Open your eyes."
Kurt did so, and was met with the thin, round face of Rachel Berry looking apprehensive at him.
"Oh god," said Kurt. He had been making out in a dark closet at Brittany's house with Rachel Berry of all people.
Rachel sighed. "I guess I should have left when Matt opened the closet instead of staying and saying something."
"No… no," said Kurt. "It's not that Rachel… I know we've been mean to you about… things. But you're actually sweet when you're not focused on singing and glee club. It's a little surprising."
"I should have known it was you by the way you spoke French," she responded. "You are always the best in class."
"Well, I do have a bit of an advantage over the rest of you."
"Your mother was smart to go ahead and teach you while you were young."
"Why aren't you like this during school?" asked Kurt. He ran a hand down her face. "It's been nice to talk to just you… Not your determination and dreams all the time."
"I… I'm not?" frowned Rachel. "I am me."
Kurt shook his head. "You don't show this. Not the girl who has a hard of hearing grandmother, can read lips, and finds courage in the dark."
"And thinks strangers should make out in elevators?"
"Yes. And we should probably get out of our make out closet," said Kurt.
"That would be the best plan at the present," agreed Rachel as she opened the door. They quickly straightened up the mess they had made in the closet and closed the door behind them. Kurt looked at Rachel to say something, but instead, put his hands on her hips and kissed her. It was soft and sweet, and Rachel closed her eyes in enjoyment. When she opened them again, Kurt was pulling away, a light blush of red in his cheeks.
"I'll peek my head out the door," said Rachel. "Do you want to go separately, or—"
"Might as well put up a united front," said Kurt. "It's not like… was it Mike or Matt who opened the door?"
"Matt, but Mike was behind him."
"It's not like either of them won't tell whoever is still here that they found us making out in closet."
Rachel nodded her in agreement.
"Are you… embarrassed by this?"
"No, at least your wardrobe isn't too horrendous today."
Rachel hung her head.
"I'm sorry," he said as he winced at his own words. "I shouldn't have said that."
"It's alright," said Rachel. "It's not like… it's not like we're actually friends or anything."
"We can talk about that," said Kurt. He had already turned around and missed Rachel's pleased face. Kurt opened the door to the bedroom carefully, expecting to be ambushed. But there was no one waiting and no one in the hallway. He and Rachel were surprised.
"Everyone's left," he whispered. "Brittany's probably upstairs."
"Let's get out of here," said Rachel. They walked out the front door and down into the yard. Kurt was relieved to see his vehicle still sitting on the street and nothing done to it. Rachel was looking down the street, clutching her purse to herself, like she was going to walk home. Kurt frowned at that, realizing for the first time that Rachel didn't have a car. He could drive her home at least, or—
"Would you like to come to my house?" said Kurt. "We could talk for a while. I made some fresh mango and orange popsicles."
"It would be preferential to going home to an empty house," agreed Rachel. "My dads are away on a business and an early weekend antiquing trip."
"Home it is then," said Kurt. A small smile escaped Rachel's notice as they climbed into the vehicle.
Burt Hummel heard his son come in the door. He was back a little earlier than expected, but then, Burt had been surprised when Kurt up out of the blue said he was going to a party. He was happy to see Kurt being more active and trying to be social. Kurt had said he had a couple of friends in some girls by the name of Tina and Mercedes in the Glee club. And ever since Burt had met Carole at a singles group, they had been trying to get their kids to be friends. Although since Finn had been one of his former bullies, it was a harder sell.
"Hey dad," said Kurt, sticking his head into the living room. "I'm home. You can stop worrying."
"Hello to you too son," said Burt. "Did you have a good evening?"
Kurt immediately thought of the way Rachel's hands had been on his chest and in his hair. The whole kissing for seven minutes had definitely progressed beyond that.
"It definitely wasn't boring," responded Kurt. "I think I'm going to go downstairs and do some… reading."
"Don't forget to actually sleep," grunted Burt. Kurt had his mother's bad habit of getting lost in a book.
"I won't," said Kurt. Burt noticed Kurt seemed a little nervous about something. Nervousness usually meant Kurt was up to something. He heard the front door open again. Burt pretended to be engrossed in the newspaper he was reading. When he heard a giggle and saw a flash of a girl's skirt, he nearly dropped the paper.
Did his son just try to sneak a girl into his bedroom?
"Never thought I'd see the day," chuckled Burt. He went back to actually reading the paper. He'd give Kurt just a few minutes to bask in his short lived glory before he'd bust him for thinking he'd get away with that trick.