Kurt leaves for New York on Friday after school, sending copious texts to Blaine before he's even boarded the plane. When his phone rings after a few hours, he assumes it is Kurt calling to say he's landed.
"Hey sexy."
"It's Burt."
"Oh." Everything in Blaine plummets, and he's thankful this is not a video call as he knows he's bright red and would be completely unable to look Burt in the eye. "Um...I was expecting someone else."
"I'll say." Burt chuckles in spite of himself. "So. Did Kurt leave already?"
And now Blaine panics. What is he supposed to say? How much does Burt actually know, and how much is guesswork? And why and how does Blaine always find himself in these situations? Someone upstairs has really got it in for him.
"Erm...Yes?"
"Why is that a question?" Burt asks gruffly, "I was asking you."
"Sorry, sorry. Yes he left right from school. I thought this call might be him to say he'd got there." Blaine clutches his head as he realizes he has just essentially admitted to calling Kurt sexy.
"Thought as much. Ok. I'm gonna stop this conversation from becoming any more awkward than it already is. What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I uh...not much. I'm going to the gym and then I want to get my homework done."
"Kurt was like that. Always did his homework right away. Not like Finn who crammed it all into the last hour of the break." Burt smiles at the memory of his sons as teenagers, and then thinks how long ago that actually seems. "Anyway. I was calling to see if you wanted to come to the garage tomorrow."
Blaine is momentarily stunned and just manages to get out "Uh..." before Burt is carrying on.
"I don't know if you're into cars at all, but Kurt gave me your number. He didn't put me up to this," he adds hurriedly, "I asked him. I figured you're gonna be around for a while, might be nice if we get to know each other a little better. You don't talk much do you?"
"Well I do...I just don't like interrupting."
"Point taken." Burt chuckles. "So, what'd you say?"
"Yeah, sure. Thank you for asking me."
"No worries. Come by whenever you're ready."
By the time Blaine arrives at the garage on Saturday afternoon, he has worked himself into a complete frenzy over the whole situation. Kurt, being rather distracted and a bit hungover, just told Blaine to 'go with the flow,' completely unhelpful and no good at all in calming his nerves. He did then go on to say that Burt's bark is always worse than his bite, and he shouldn't be too worried, but should expect awkward questions to be asked. Blaine can't quite see why they have to be asked of him without Kurt present, but Kurt had kind of done his bit under interrogation from his mom, so he bites the bullet and walks into the garage.
"Mr. Hummel?" he calls out hesitantly.
Burt slides out from underneath a Volvo. "Hey kid. Good to see you." Standing, he wipes his hands on his overalls before offering one to Blaine, who shakes it before looking around him.
"So all this is yours?"
"Yeah. My dad started the business then I took over and extended it after a few years. Hard work, but worth it. You like cars?"
"Yeah. A lot. But I don't know anything about the mechanics. I'm more into aesthetics."
"That why you chasing my boy?" Burt asks, laughing as Blaine's eyes widen. "I'm just messing with you. Well...sort of. I think we better lay our cards on the table before we go any further. Coffee?" Burt asks as he makes his way to a small office.
"Yes please." Blaine sits where Burt indicates and clutches his mug nervously.
"So. You and Kurt."
"Yes."
"Is that yes a confirmation that you are a couple?"
"Um...I guess? I mean, yes. Yes we are."
"Well at least one of you has finally admitted it. I've been calling Kurt almost daily but he never says anything."
"I know. I think he was kind of hoping you were just being inquisitive."
"I wasn't born yesterday. Any fool can see you two are head over heels for each other."
"That's what my mom said."
"Your mom knows?" Burt asks, eyebrows shooting upward in surprise.
"Yes. She's met Kurt."
"And she's ok with it?"
"Um... She wasn't overly pleased. But she can see we love each other. So she agreed we can date, but I'm not allowed to sleep over at Kurt's anymore."
"I should think not." Burt says gruffly. "Worst thing about being a parent, having to acknowledge that your kids are...y'know."
"Mr. Hummel, Burt, I...I may only be seventeen, but I do love your son. I promise I will always love and protect him for as long as he will have me."
"I think that's gonna be for always, kid. You sure you wanna make that kind of promise?"
"Yes. Definitely."
Burt looks at him and sees not a trace of doubt or hesitation on his face. "You don't need to give me the big speech Blaine. I like you. I wish you weren't so damn young, or Kurt's student, but really, I'm happy that he's happy. To be honest, I knew the day I told him to finish with you that you were in love with each other. Knew it even if you two didn't. The way Kurt broke down when I talked to him about it, the way you punched that jerk... I just felt like I should just try and keep things appropriate, y'know?"
Blaine stares at the floor and nods, not trusting himself to speak right now.
"You don't need me to tell you both to be careful-" Burt continues, "You know what will happen if this gets out. But I'm glad Kurt found you. You make each other very happy."
"Thanks." Blaine mumbles, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"Right. Come on. These cars won't fix themselves."
They work for the rest of the afternoon, Burt keeping up an almost continuous commentary about each car, explaining the various parts of the engine and what purpose they serve. Blaine finds himself enjoying it immensely. He's never had a father figure in his life before, and is overwhelmed that Burt seems happy to assume that role. Conversation flows easily between the pair, everything from how fed up Burt gets with people nagging him about his diet, to the pressure Blaine feels to always achieve straight A's, to whether an Aston Martin is better than a Ferrari. No subject is out of bounds, though they do not discuss Kurt again. As far as Burt is concerned, Blaine proved his worth when he looked him in they eye and promised to take care of his son. Really- though Burt can't determine who his son dates- it's all a father could ask for. Despite his age, Burt finds Blaine to be mature, sensible and damn good company.
They are just packing up for the day, Blaine having changed from his coveralls and Burt shutting various machines off, when they hear footsteps.
"You get everywhere don't you?" Richard sneers at Blaine, as Burt slams the hood of a truck and feels smug when it makes Richard flinch.
"What do you want Richard? Problem with your car?" Burt asks, wiping his hands on a rag and making his way to stand next to Blaine.
Richard continues to stare Blaine down, his features twisted into an ugly grimace. "Move it short stuff. I wanna talk to Papa Burt alone."
"Firstly, it's Mr. Hummel to you, and secondly, anything you've got to say you can say in front of Blaine." Burt says, drawing himself up to his full height as he glares at this idiot.
Richards eyes flick between the pair of them, as if trying to work out exactly what is going on before he nods briefly.
"Ok. Were you aware Kurt is fucking that?"
Clenching his hands into fists at his sides, Burt takes a menacing step towards him, causing Richard to back away slightly.
"I'm gonna overlook the language you just used, and remind you that what Kurt does with his life is no longer any concern of think you can come in here and try and use that pathetic bit of information to cause trouble, you can think again. I will defend to the death my sons right to happiness, and Blaine's too for that matter. You couldn't keep it in your pants long enough to ever be a proper boyfriend to Kurt, he got out and found someone better. Blaine treats Kurt with the love and respect he deserves. A dream son-in-law. Now as far as I'm concerned, this conversation is over. Take your sorry ass out of my workshop and don't come back. Blaine and I are going for a burger."
Richard stares at him a moment longer, trying to decide if this is worth pursuing, before shaking his head in disbelief and walking away.
"Jerk." Burt mumbles. Blaine lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Thanks. You didn't have to defend me like that."
"I know. I wanted to."
"I'm not your son-in-law." Blaine points out with a shy smile.
"Not yet." Burt claps and arm around his shoulders as they leave the garage. "But you will be."
Monday morning and Blaine sighs deeper in his sleep, pulling the strong arms around him a little tighter and mumbling something incoherent. Slowly, he starts to realize that it's not normal for someone to be holding him in his bed, and he jolts awake, his face breaking into a wide grin when he turns to meet Kurt's gaze.
"When did you get back?" he asks, not giving Kurt any time to answer as he kisses his lips deeply.
"About an hour ago. I haven't been home yet."
"You've been lying here with me for an hour? Is my mom still alive?"
"She let me in as she was leaving for work. It's nearly ten."
"Oh. And she was ok with this?"
"In her words- 'He's missed you. Go upstairs and have fun.'" Kurt grins as his hands begin to roam down Blaine's sides. "And that's just what I intend to do."
"Oh my God you're naked. How did I not realize this?" Blaine asks as he runs his hands almost reverently over Kurt's ass and thighs.
"Hmm I am," Kurt murmurs, kissing down Blaine's chest, loving the way the hair prickles against his face. His eyes flick up to meet Blaine's as he takes one nipple lightly between his teeth, causing him to gasp. "But you still have these on." He tugs at Blaine's pajama pants, reaching inside and cupping him, enjoying the way Blaine throws his head back against the pillow and closes his eyes.
"Oh yes.." Blaine hisses as Kurt strokes him slowly.
"Dreaming of me were you?"
"Yes, always you." Blaine moans, lifting his backside so Kurt can take the pants all the way off.
Kissing his way from Blaine's ankle up to his thigh and back down the other side, Kurt tries to control Blaine's hips as he thrusts up to nothing. "Patience." he grins wickedly before placing a kiss to the tip of his straining cock then moving to cup his face gently, kissing Blaine deeply and passionately, their tongues moving together perfectly. "I missed you so much." Kurt whispers with a soft smile.
"Me too." Blaine places a kiss to the tip of Kurt's nose, "Now please suck me before I die."
Laughing, Kurt straddles Blaine, facing towards his cock, and leans down, running his tongue around the head slowly, sighing deeply as he takes in the taste of the pre-come gathered there.
"Fuck that feels good!" Blaine cries out, trying to thrust up again but this time Kurt has a firm grip on his hips.
Kurt runs his tongue along the length of Blaine's cock before sinking his mouth around him, wrapping his hand around the part that his mouth can't take. Bobbing up and down, Kurt is treated to a pornographic series of shouts and moans as Blaine comes undone.
"Kurt, Kurt." Blaine taps at Kurt's legs. "Move... Like this." And Blaine pulls his legs back until the tip of Kurt's hard dick rests against his mouth, where he takes it immediately.
Their angles aren't perfect, Blaine can't take as much of Kurt as he would like, and Kurt finds it hard not to gag as Blaine's cock hits the back of his throat repeatedly, but the hotness of the situation and their overwhelming desire to be together again means they are soon nearing the edge, and as Kurt fondles Blaine's balls and he in turn hums around Kurt, they both shoot down the others throat, thrusting and pulsating together until they both fall onto the bed completely spent.
"Welcome home." Blaine grins as he stares at the ceiling.
"Thanks." Kurt rasps, his voice raw from taking Blaine so deeply. He crawls up the bed and wraps his arms around Blaine once more. "What time is your mom back?"
"About six."
"So can we stay like this all day?"
"Definitely," Blaine answers as he squeezes Kurt tighter. "How was New York?"
"Good. I had a lot of fun and it was so nice to see Lynn and Leigh again. I'd forgotten how loud and outspoken they are, and how much I love that."
"I'm glad you had a good time."
"I missed you though. It's like everywhere I went I thought of you. Every time I saw a hideous fashion faux pas on the streets of Manhattan I wanted to tell you, and you weren't there."
"I know nothing of fashion." Blaine replies, "Unless it's bow ties."
"Oh sweetie, I know you don't. Believe me."
"Ooh! Sassy Kurt did return!" Blaine laughs.
"Anyway, the point is I missed you, clothing choices aside. Did you have fun with my dad?"
"I really did. But he took great pride in telling me that you are much better at fixing cars than I am."
"Why didn't you tell me that Richard stopped by?" Kurt asks, his words softened by a caring hand running along Blaine's forearm.
"Because I knew you'd worry. When you called you sounded so happy, and I didn't want to ruin that. I was going to tell you when you got back. Honestly."
"That's ok. It wasn't an accusation, I just didn't want you to feel like you couldn't say anything."
"He's just...such a douche. Your dad handled it well."
"That's what he said too," Kurt laughs. "Still, you made quite the impression on him."
"It's my boyish charm."
"It's something, but you're all man. Anyway, he asked me to invite you and your mom for Christmas dinner."
"Really? After Thanksgiving?"
"Thanksgiving went ok, it's just that he was trying to pry and I didn't want to give anything away."
"Still. That's very sweet of him. I'll talk to my mom."
"I kind of already did." Kurt admits, suddenly bashful and embarrassed to look Blaine in the eye.
"Did you? And why would you do that?" Blaine asks teasingly.
"Because I really, really want you to come. Please Blaine. I know you probably hate the idea, but I figured your mom would want to meet my parents. I'm sorry, I know I should have asked you first, but please, please consider it."
"What did my mom say?"
"She said she would be happy to, but that it was ultimately your decision." he answers, biting his bottom lip anxiously.
"Kurt, I'd love to."
"Really?"
"Yes!" Blaine says, laughing at the squeal of excitement Kurt lets out. "I don't know why you thought I'd be opposed to the idea. They all know we're together, and this way we get to spend our first Christmas with one another without having to try and hide anything."
Blaine laughs again as Kurt bounces excitedly. "So can Christmas Eve be just for us?" Kurt asks.
"Yes. We can exchange gifts together then."
"Excellent. I'm excited now."
"Oh really? I hadn't noticed." Blaine teases before he rolls on top of Kurt and moves in for a kiss.
They spend the majority of the day naked under the covers, emerging mid afternoon to take a long leisurely bath together before making love again. Blaine's mom raises one eyebrow but says nothing when she arrives home to find them entwined together on the couch staring mindlessly at the television. She's never seen them together like this before, but it's actually quite heartwarming and she finds herself inviting Kurt to stay for dinner without a second thought. They share sweet goodbye kisses together on the front porch, with whispered endearments and promises to see each other tomorrow before Blaine sinks into his bed once more, inhaling Kurt's scent on the pillow and thinking he has never felt happier.