As the car pulled into the Hudmel's driveway, Blaine looked down to the angel next to him, his head resting on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine reached over and caressed Kurt's face with the hand that Kurt's head wasn't resting on the shoulder of.
"Kurt, love, wake up." He said softly as Burt turned off the car.
Kurt's brow furrowed in his sleep but he didn't wake.
"I'll just carry him to his room. I don't want to wake him." Blaine told Burt. He carefully moved Kurt's head off of his shoulder and got out of the car, walking around to Kurt's side and pulling his boyfriend out of the other side and holding him bridal style, Kurt's head resting against his chest.
Burt opened the door to the house for him and Blaine carried Kurt inside.
"You can go ahead and stay with him in his room tonight." Burt told him, and Blaine turned to him, surprised. Sure, he'd joked with Kurt about Burt letting him stay the night in Kurt's room, but he didn't think Burt would ever actually allow it.
"Honestly, I know you two are in that stage of a relationship, and I would rather have you here, where you can feel comfortable and be safe, than trying to do anything anywhere else and run the risk of being judged or being unsafe." Burt told him, "I just hope the two of you know what you're getting into."
"Yes, sir." Blaine told him. "Thank you."
"Please don't call me sir, Blaine, it makes me feel old." Burt chuckled before turning to go farther down the hall.
Blaine carried Kurt up the stairs and awkwardly opened the door to Kurt's room. He set Kurt down on Kurt's bedspread. He unlaced Kurt's boots and pulled them carefully from his feet, being extra wary of his sprained left ankle. He carefully pulled the sock from Kurt's left foot and winced from the dark bruise that had already spread around his ankle.
He carefully unbuttoned Kurt's jeans, thanking the heavens that Kurt had decided not to wear skinny jeans like he had planned, carefully pulled them down his legs.
Kurt was a very deep sleeper, so Blaine wasn't surprised that the small movements of his body that Blaine had to make in order to remove his clothes wasn't waking him.
He contemplated putting pajama bottoms back onto Kurt, but then decided that the less he would have to move Kurt's ankle, the better. Instead, he resolved to just leave him in his boxers. Plus, the shirt Kurt had been wearing under the jacked he had removed before falling asleep was soft enough that he wasn't going to bother trying to change Kurt's shirt.
He quickly changed into pajamas that he normally left at Kurt's house for when he spent the night and turned back to Kurt's foot, trying to remember his freshman sports medicine class that he had taken at Dalton.
When you got injured, you needed to RICE. Well, Kurt was already resting, and Blaine took care of the elevation by putting a few pillows underneath Kurt's foot. He still needed the ice and compression.
He walked into Kurt's joined bathroom and looked under the sink, where he found a first aid kid with an ACE bandage in it. He returned to Kurt and carefully began wrapping his ankle the way he'd been taught in class. Once it was wrapped and secured, he left Kurt's room for the downstairs.
Burt was in the Kitchen doing a few dishes before bed when Blaine walked in.
"Do you have any icepacks and a towel I can use to put on Kurt's foot?" Blaine asked.
"In the freezer there's some flexible icepacks and towels are on the third drawer on the left on your side," Burt told him as Blaine gathered what he said.
Blaine wrapped the icepack in a towel as Burt wiped off his hands and turned to face Blaine. "Thank you, for taking care of him. Not only tonight, with his ankle, but at the game too, and really you've taken care of him for a while. I think he takes care of so many other people that he doesn't realize that he needs to let himself be taken care of every once in a while. You're really good for him, Blaine." Burt told him honestly.
"Can I tell you something, honestly?" Blaine asked him, his hands shaking a little underneath the icepack.
"Sure," Burt shrugged.
"In a few years, providing he decides to keep me around, I'll be back here, asking for your permission to marry him. I love him, Mr. Hummel, and I only see this as showing him that I will always be there for him, as an extension of our vows to care for each other in sickness and in health. I don't plan to leave Kurt's side unless he orders me away. He's everything to me." Blaine said, hoping that he hadn't overstepped his boundaries.
"I only see one problem with your statement, kid," Burt told him seriously, and Blaine panicked, thinking that Burt wasn't going to let him marry Kurt.
"I really don't like it when you call me Mr. Hummel." Burt put his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Shall we arrange a time and date to meet back here, then?" Burt joked.
Blaine breathed a large sigh of relief. "Thanks, Burt. Goodnight."
Blaine took the ice back up the stairs into Kurt's room, opening and shutting his door softly before laying the ice over Kurt's foot.
"Blaine?" Kurt's sleep filled voice called Blaine's name and Blaine moved to sit near Kurt's head.
"Hey, love. Are you cold? Do you want me to get you some blankets?" Blaine asked him.
"No, I'm not cold. Lay with me? You said you'd kiss all my bruises better." Kurt asked sleepily, his voice high and lofty and adorably perfect.
"So I did." Blaine crawled up next to Kurt on the bed, his hand roaming over Kurt's stomach, rucking up his shirt so that his stomach was bared. There were light bruises peppering his stomach and Blaine frowned, pushing Kurt's shirt up to his armpits. Small bruises littered his whole torso and Blaine could see finger shaped bruises developing on his arms.
"Here, let's get your shirt off." Blaine helped him pull his shirt over his head and took in his boyfriend's battered torso. "Oh my gosh, Kurt. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"This was not your fault." Kurt said decisively, "Don't blame yourself."
Blaine kissed a bruise on Kurt's right shoulder, dragging his lips across Kurt's collarbone to his other shoulder, placing feather light kisses along the way.
"I know you have a lot of bruises already, but how do you feel about one more? This one will actually feel good." Blaine grinned, looking up at Kurt.
Kurt's blue eyes danced as he smiled at him. "I guess I could survive one more."
Blaine latched his lips onto the tender skin where Kurt's neck met his shoulder and began to suck the skin there into his mouth and he felt Kurt's back arch beneath him in pleasure. He slid one hand beneath Kurt's back to support him and splayed his fingers across Kurt's bare back.
He released Kurt's neck and Kurt slumped back to the bed, breathing heavier than before. Blaine moved up to kiss him on the lips quickly.
"Mmmm… Mine." Blaine murmured as he moved back to Kurt's chest, kissing every bruise on his chest and arms, decorating Kurt's upper body with kisses.
Once he was finished, he moved back up so that he was face to face with Kurt.
"Have I ever told you how incredible you are?" Kurt asked him.
"It never ceases to become boring," Blaine smiled at him, "I love you, Kurt Hummel, so much."
"I love you too." Kurt whispered, "and as much as I wish I could show you that, my foot is kind of incapacitated right now."
"It's alright, love." Even though there were no evident bruises on Kurt's face, Blaine kissed his hair, his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, every part of his face he could reach before finally kissing him on the lips again.
Kurt giggled. "I have a problem, Blaine."
Blaine laughed too, "Do tell."
Kurt giggled even harder. "I think somebody bruised my dick."
Blaine stared at his boyfriend in shock for a good five seconds before he started laughing uncontrollably. "You little minx!" Nevertheless, he moved so that his face was level with Kurt's boxers and kissed his stomach just below his bellybutton.
"I guess we better take a look." Blaine laughed as he pulled down Kurt's boxers.
The next morning, Blaine was the first to wake, and he propped himself up on an elbow, watching Kurt sleep.
The sun shone in the window behind Blaine, highlighting Kurt's face in soft light and giving his skin a glow, making him look ethereal, an angel in the bed next to him, curled into him.
Blaine reached out his hand to softly trace Kurt's perfect features, not for a second believing that somehow he must have cheated something in order to belong to someone so perfect.
He was glad that he'd redressed them both in night clothes after their fun last night because it meant that he had no greater responsibility than to just lie here and appreciate how beautiful his boyfriend was.
"Blaine?"
Blaine looked up to see Burt peeking around the open door.
"Yes?"
"I think you need to come here for a second."
Blaine slowly crawled off the bed, trying his best not to jostle Kurt, and followed Burt into the living room.
"What's going on?" Blaine asked him.
"You need to see this." Burt said as the phone rang.
"Aren't you going to get that?" Blaine asked.
"No, it's been going off all morning, look." Burt pressed play on the television remote. The tv had been paused at the beginning of a news segment, and the news reporter began to talk about the riot the previous night. Blaine didn't understand what was so important about the video until a picture popped up on the screen and Burt paused the TV excitedly.
Blaine stared at the TV in shock. There, in the midst of the orange cloud of the riot and the black wall of the riot police, Kurt and Blaine lay on the ground. Kurt was on his back and Blaine was mostly laying over him and they were kissing.
As shocked as he was to see himself of television, he also had to appreciate the beauty of the picture as well. The picture itself was absolutely stunning.
"He was freaking out, and I was trying to calm him down." He told Burt.
"I'm not worried about that, I trust you with him. Someone identified the couple as the two of you and all morning the phone has been ringing off the hook." Burt laughed.
"Blaine? Dad?" Kurt appeared in the doorway to the living room, a blanket from his room wrapped around his shoulders and heavily favoring his right foot. "What's going on?"
Blaine immediately moved to help Kurt sit on the couch.
"Is that us? Someone took a picture of us last night?" Kurt had seen the picture on the screen.
Blaine nodded and sat by Kurt on the couch.
"It's a really good picture." Kurt noted. "Do people know it's us?"
The phone rang again and they could hear Carole pick it up from the kitchen. There was a pause, then : "It's the Today Show! They want to know if the two of you would be able to come two days from now! They'll fly you out to New York and host you for three days for free!"
Blaine and Kurt turned to each other in shock and Blaine started to laugh, not believing it. "Why do I get the feeling like our lives are about to change?"
END