"I got your text." Blaine says quietly from the doorway, causing Kurt to startle.
"Oh." he moves over and pulls Blaine into the classroom, closing the door behind him. "You didn't call."
"I'm sorry."
"I just wanted to know you were ok."
"Not really. I got in a fight with my mom."
"Oh Blaine."
"You left your vest in the hallway." Blaine says tonelessly, handing it to him.
"Shit. I am so, so sorry."
"Don't worry about it. The fight happened anyway. I was horrible. I don't like being questioned about you."
"Me neither. And my Dad keeps calling and casually asking how you are."
"He does? What do you say?"
"I try and stay non committal. I say you were ok when I saw you in Glee club or something like that. But I'm pretty sure he knows."
"Do you think Finn told him?"
"No, I just think we're not as good at hiding it as we like to think we are."
"Please hold me Kurt. I know we're in school, but I really just need you."
Kurt gently wraps his arms around him as Blaine rests his head on his shoulder. Placing a soft kiss to his curls, Kurt rubs his hands soothingly over Blaine's back as he speaks;
"How did you leave things?"
"I went to my room and didn't come out. She was still asleep when I left this morning. I know I said I'd come over after school, but I think I should go home."
"I think you should too. And it's ok, Blaine. We knew things would be hard when she came back. Let's face it, we found ourselves in an unusual situation and we made the most of it."
"We'll be ok though, won't we?"
"Of course we will," Kurt says, taking Blaine's face in his hands. "I'm not giving you up. I'm too selfish." he kisses Blaine's lips swiftly. "Please don't be sad. Apologize to your mom and then call me tonight, ok?"
"Ok." Blaine walks towards the door where he stops and looks back at Kurt. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Glee club is quiet, Kurt is so subdued by Blaine's absence that even Brittany has the sense of mind to ask Kurt if something is wrong. He just smiles softly and reassures everyone that he is fine, but Rachel lingers after class.
"Did you two fight?" She asks, after the room has emptied.
"No. His mom came home."
"I thought she was back tomorrow?"
"So did we. She nearly caught us."
"You were at the house?"
"Yes. In bed."
"Oh my God Kurt."
"I know. What am I doing, Rachel? I know you're not the person I should be discussing this with, but seriously, my life is messed up."
"No it's not."
"It is Rach. I am twenty seven and have a boyfriend who has to meet curfew. And I've gotten so used to having him always there...I couldn't sleep last night. It felt all wrong without him lying next to me."
"Kurt listen to me." Rachel orders as she sits him on a stool. "I've seen you together. You are meant to be. What you have...well I'm pretty sure I love Finn but... you two have something really special. You'll make it. I don't know if Finn and I will. I hope so, but I'm more confident in your relationship. Mainly because of my diva tendencies. But anyway. Things will be hard with his mom around, and you have to be realistic and know you won't see that much of him. You can't risk her finding out. I know Blaine's mom. She's a sweetheart, but she's fierce. She's had to be. Everything she has, her sons, her house, job, you name it, she's fought hard to get. Blaine is her everything."
"Oh fuck."
"Just...keep things cool. And tell Blaine I'll cover for him whenever he wants."
"I can't ask you to do that."
"You didn't. I offered." Rachel pats his arm and goes, leaving Kurt alone with his thoughts.
When Blaine gets home it is to find his mom sitting on the couch still in her pajamas, eating cereal and drinking coffee.
"Still in a different time zone," she explains as he sits next to her. "So...you didn't come down again last night."
"No."
"I was hoping we could have talked."
"I'm sorry mom. I was rude, and hurtful and...yeah. I'm sorry."
"It's ok. I want you to know Blaine, that although I may not always be here I have tried to do my best by you."
"I know."
"And if I sometimes ask difficult questions...it's because it's my job. Part of the whole being a parent thing. I'm not being nosy, or trying to catch you out. It's because as your mom I have a genuine concern for your welfare. I need to know you're safe, and that people aren't taking advantage of you."
"People, meaning Kurt."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
"Look at it from my side honey. I go away. You suddenly gain a boyfriend. You won't tell me his name, or anything about him except that you go to school with him. I know more about Rachel's boyfriend than yours. So then I find out that you're on first name terms with this teacher, and you're spending Thanksgiving with him."
"It wasn't like that, his parents asked."
"Which was very kind. But when I arrive home and discover said teacher in your room, clothes scattered everywhere and both of you looking guilty as hell, my suspicions are aroused."
Blaine doesn't say anything, because he doesn't know what to say. He wishes Kurt were here, to hold his hand and support him in all of this, but he's on his own.
"As for this boyfriend situation, I'll be honest, it worries me. I'm not allowed to know who this guy is, and yet he's important enough to you for you to have sex with him." She holds up a hand to stop him interrupting. "I wasn't born yesterday Blaine. I know when you stay with another guy overnight, unsupervised, that you're not going to be playing monopoly and drinking tea. So, this guy comes into your life and honestly Blaine, I've never seen you so happy...but you're also so guarded whenever we speak. I've always tried to be open, honest and accepting when it comes to you Blaine. I didn't want to be one of those parents who won't talk about sex with their child, or doesn't accept them being gay."
"You've been wonderful."
"I just thought that when you got your first boyfriend you would tell me all about it."
"I have told you stuff."
"Bits. That I've had to push and probe for. Are you going to tell me who he is?"
"No." Blaine looks pleadingly at his mom as she sighs.
"Do I have any reason to be suspicious about your teachers actions?"
"Kurt? No...really mom. No. He's the sweetest man...he would never hurt me." Blaine smiles fondly, "Or anyone!" He adds quickly. "Really, I promise you."
"I want to invite him for dinner."
"No, mom. No. Seriously...Just...no."
"Why not?"
"He's my teacher. You can't just randomly invite your sons teacher over for dinner."
"Ah, but he's not just your teacher though, is he? You admitted yourself yesterday that you're friends."
"But...but..."
"Ask him tomorrow."
"I can't get out of this, can I?"
"No. Now as far as I'm concerned this conversation is over. I hope that at some point you'll want to sit down and be a bit more open about your life. But I don't want any more shouting and arguments. You and me...we're better than that."
"Yeah we are. Love you mom."
"Love you too. Now give me a hug."
Blaine surprises her, wrapping his arms around her and placing his head in her lap as he did so often as a child. She smiles fondly as she plays with the curls at the base of his neck. He's still her little boy lost. Sure, he's not crying over the fact that he fell off his bike, or asking her to explain why the other boys tease him. The problems may be bigger, but the remedy remains the same. Blaine needs her love and support, and swallowing over the questions lodged in her throat, Maria Anderson silently vows to give it to him.
"Can I go out?" Blaine asks after a while.
"Am I allowed to ask where?"
"I'd rather you didn't."
"Ok. Go. But be back by ten, I want to talk to you about these college applications."
"Thank you!" Blaine bounds up from her lap like an eager puppy, kissing the top of her head before heading out the door right away.
Kurt jumps when he hears a key in the lock, he'd managed to doze off on the couch while grading some papers and now his apartment is in disarray along with his hair. None of that matters though, when he hears the door open.
"Blaine?" he shrieks, rushing into the hallway. "Oh my God, Blaine!" he laughs as he runs to him and they kiss heatedly in the hallway.
"I missed you." Blaine says, lips still pressed against Kurt's.
"I missed you too. I was so worried. Does your mom know?"
"I think so. But she's not asking and I'm not telling."
"Really? Wow. That's one cool mom. My dad would have locked me away."
"She is cool. I think she's worried she'll push me away completely if she pressures me."
"Do you think she's gonna tell anyone...like the school board?"
"Nah. I'm eighteen in a couple of months, and then it's not long til I graduate. She's realistic. She recognizes that I'm growing up. Although, I do have to be home by ten."
"It's only five now."
"I know."
"You're going to be very lonely wandering the streets for five hours." Kurt says, even as he walks Blaine backwards into the living room.
"I know." he moans, grinning all the time. "If only I could find a hot young man to make out with instead." and he pulls Kurt down onto the couch, where they proceed to do just that.
Lips swollen and raw, they eventually get a grip on themselves and decide to order takeout- mainly to quiet the rumbling in Blaine's tummy. While waiting for it to arrive, Blaine fills Kurt in on the entire conversation with his mom.
"She wants to invite me for dinner?"
"Yup."
"Do our parents just enjoy making us squirm?"
"Yup."
"Are you going to say anything else?"
"Yup."
"You're a goofball." Kurt laughs, throwing a cushion in his direction and loving how deliriously happy he feels right now.
"And you have too many clothes on."
"The pizza..." Kurt begins to protest, but he still allows Blaine to lift his t-shirt over his head and tackle the buckle on his pants.
"We've got time." Blaine smiles as he removes his own clothes in record time and climbs on top of Kurt. "It's a delayed round three."
"Well who am I to refuse a naked man sat in my lap?" Kurt teases, running his hands up Blaine's sides. "Wouldn't want to hurt his feelings." He manages to gasp out as Blaine kisses a blazing trail up the side of his neck before sucking on his pulse point.
Blaine moves forward, causing their hard cocks to brush together. He growls low in his throat and sucks harder at Kurt's neck, sitting back and admiring the dark purple mark, he cries out when Kurt wraps his slender fingers around his dick.
"Shit Kurt! Yes!" Throwing his head back, he allows Kurt to stroke him for a while, just revelling in the pleasure it brings, hands resting behind him and rubbing absent minded patterns on Kurt's knees. The buzzer sounds and Kurt laughs.
"Oh for fucks sake." Blaine groans as he pulls on his jeans and heads to the door. Snatching the pizza from the startled delivery guy, he thrusts a handful of bills in his direction before running back to the living room.
"Where was I?" he muses as he removes his jeans once more. "Oh yes, I was just about to screw my boyfriend into the couch."
"Your boyfriend wants to eat pizza." Kurt tries to stand, but Blaine pulls him into his lap.
"My boyfriend is getting fucked by me, and then we can eat." Fumbling in his pocket for lube, Blaine gulps when he turns around to find Kurt on his hands and knees on the rug.
"Like what you see?" Kurt quips.
"Hell yes." Blaine's voice is hoarse with longing as he runs a slick finger along Kurt's crack.
Placing kisses to Kurt's spine, he gently fingers him open, giving him time to adjust each time he adds another.
"Blaine?"
"Mmmhmm?"
"I love you."
Blaine grins. Each time he hears Kurt say it he can't believe it's directed at him, and each time it tugs at his heart strings as if it was the first time he'd heard it.
"I love you too." He swiftly rolls a condom on and positions himself between Kurt's legs. "So gorgeous, so utterly delectable, so..."
"Enough with the adjectives. You've already gotten an A. Just take me."
Blaine pushes inside in one quick movement. Buried balls deep, he stills for a moment, and wonders if he will always need to try so hard to keep from coming every time he feels Kurt around him.
"Kurt...I can't...too good."
"Mmmm, better when you move baby."
"Move. Yes. Right. I can do that." And he grips Kurts hips tightly as he thrusts into him at an unmercifully fast pace.
"Fucking hell!" Kurt cries in surprise, gripping the edge of the coffee table and pushing back to meet him. "Someone's eager."
"Yeah and you love it." Blaine pants as he throws his head back, closing his eyes as the tight heat overwhelms him again and again. "Love my dick inside you don't you?"
"Yes...Oh fuck yes!"
"Say it baby, tell me how much you love it."
"Blaine...love your cock...so big, stretching me...love feeling you inside me...I need you to..."
Blaine knows and takes Kurt in his hand, stroking frantically as he nears his own release. "Gonna come..."
"Yes baby, yes. Come in my ass Blaine, go on."
Blaine pushes as deep as he can and comes, crying out as he feels Kurt spurting over his hand. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he licks himself clean as Kurt looks back over his shoulder in awe.
"Holy shit."
"Love it. Love how you taste." Blaine grins as he pulls gently out of Kurt who winces slightly.
"My little come slut. Who'd have thought?"
"Pizza whore too." Blaine adds, reaching for the box and taking a slice.
"You're unbelievable. Don't you want to clean up first, or get dressed?"
"Nope. C'mere." He tries to pull a very unwilling Kurt towards him.
"No."
"But I have pizza, Kurt. Pizza is gooood." Blaine crawls across the floor, a pizza slice between his teeth, and dangles it into Kurt's mouth as he lies on the floor.
"Sometimes I wonder why I fell for a seventeen year old boy." Kurt says, with his eyes twinkling as he bites into the pizza.
"Because I have an amazingly hot body." he replies as he continues to sit astride Kurt and feed him pizza.
"Yeah you do, and now we have matching hickeys and bruised hips. How cute."
"Tattoos next."
"Ha! You wish, Anderson."
Blaine comes bursting in the front door at five minutes to ten, a wide grin on his face and wrapped in a scarf he wasn't wearing when he left. Him and Kurt had spent the whole evening being silly, giddy with the feeling that being together after an- admittedly short- absence had brought. Blaine had loved every second, from the sex and the pizza to chasing Kurt through the apartment after he flicked dishwater at him.
"Had a good time?" His mom asks as he saunters into the kitchen and kisses her cheek.
"The best."
"Ready to talk about college?"
"Mmmhmm." Blaine replies as he emerges from the refrigerator eating a cold chicken leg.
"Did you not eat?"
"Yeah, but I'm a growing boy."
His mom just shakes her head in disbelief. "So...any ideas where you want to go? Are you going to apply to Julliard?"
"Yup. Also NYU and Columbia."
"For Music?"
"Yes. Is that ok with you?"
"Blaine, it's more than ok. I'll be proud of you no matter what you do. I'm just glad you seem to have figured this out at last."
"Well you have Kurt to thank."
Maria thinks she may also need to thank him for the smile on her sons face, but she keeps quiet and just nods instead. "So they're all in New York."
"Yes. And Rachel is applying to NYADA too."
"That's great, you guys could room together."
"Maybe. I'm gonna go up now."
"Ok honey. And Blaine..." She calls as he heads from the room. "Nice scarf."
"Enough! Not listening!" He calls as he heads up the stairs, laughing in spite of himself.
"So what's with the face time?" A sleepy Kurt asks, face shiny with moisturiser and hair still damp from the shower.
"I just wanted you to know I had a really great time tonight."
"Me too. I miss you now though."
"I know. I wish I was there."
"Get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow at school."
"Kurt...before you go...I'm gonna sing for you."
"Ooh good!" Kurt rubs his hands together excitedly.
"Ok, it might be a little cheesy or whatever, but I kind of think the lyrics say a lot. So here goes."
Maria Anderson raises her hand to knock on her son's door, pausing when she hears him clear his throat and start to sing.
Wise Men say, only fools rush in.
But I can't help falling in love with you.
Shall I stay, would it be a sin?
If I can't help falling in love with you.
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea,
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be.
Take my hand,
Take my whole life too,
For I can't help falling in love with you.
For I can't help, falling in love with you.
Brushing away the tears that have pooled in her eyes, Maria retreats silently to her room, feeling as if she has unwittingly intruded on an intimate moment between her son and his lover. Lover. He loves him, she realizes as she falls onto her pillows. Her son is in love, yet refuses to tell her anything about it, and it hurts.
In the sanctuary of his bedroom, Blaine whispers a soft goodnight to Kurt and blows a kiss at the screen, as Kurt closes his eyes slowly and smiles.