As promised, here is a second chapter for tonight :)

Kurt had missed his boyfriend quite a lot since he went back to McKinley. Sure, he saw him pretty much every day after school and every weekend, but he had grown used to hanging out with him the entire day back at Dalton. He knew that he wasn't going back there though, and that Blaine wouldn't leave his school for McKinley any time soon, so he would just have to endure.

He sat in his car, driving over to the Anderson house where he would be spending the day. He liked Blaine's mother; she, like himself, loved fashion, and together the two of them could talk for ages about everything concerning the topic. Blaine's father however, was an entirely different story. He didn't speak much, and sounded quite grumpy whenever he actually did. He didn't seem to like Kurt that much, well really not at all to tell the truth. He didn't actually seem to like Blaine particularly much either, and often ignored the boys whenever Kurt would visit.

Kurt wished to himself that Blaine's father would care more, show his son that he loved him. He knew that Blaine thought his father didn't care at all about him, and that he hadn't since he came out to him, so Kurt tried to soothe him and tell him otherwise when Blaine was feeling down about it, but he was just as unsure about Mr. Anderson as well. He wanted the man to be like his own father; loving and understanding, since his boyfriend truly deserved it, but he couldn't change anything.

Kurt pulled up in the driveway outside the Anderson house, and walked up the little path to the door. He rang the little doorbell and waited for someone to answer. He had been over a lot since the two of them started going out, but he felt rude whenever he just walked in.

It was Mrs. Anderson, Alice, who opened the door. A smile grew wide on her face when she saw it was him outside and she welcomed him in. Her brown eyes shone as she began to speak.

"Blaine is upstairs in his room; you can just go up there." He smiled at her warmly, quietly wondering for himself where Thomas, Mr. Anderson, was. He hung up his coat and ran up the stairs, heading for the room on the end of the corridor upstairs that were Blaine's. He heard music playing loudly from the room, Katy Perry tunes. 'Who'd figure?' he thought to himself, stifling a laugh as he slowed down his pace.

Standing just outside of the room he heard movements going on inside, and a voice singing along to the song, which he immediately recognized to be Blaine's. He opened the door quietly and stood still in the doorway, taking in the sight of his the shorter boy in front of him. He was on his bed, eyes closed, jumping slightly while singing into a hairbrush. Kurt had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing, and he leaned his head back enjoying himself.

"'Cause you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in then you're out, you're up then you're down…"

Kurt thought about it for a second and then joined in at the second part of the chorus.

"You're wrong when it's right, it's black and it's white, we fight, we break up, we kiss, we make up…"

Blaine opened his eyes right away after Kurt began singing, smiling widely at the sight of the boy in the doorway and made his way over there, not faltering any note or forgetting any word on his way. He grabbed Kurt's hands and pulled him into the room and began dancing widely. To an outsider he would've looked quite crazy, but Kurt was very familiar with Blaine and his manors when it came to the one miss Perry. He didn't even raise an eyebrow at Blaine's uncontrolled dance moves anymore, but he just joined him, maybe a bit more peacefully and not doing all too much great moves.

They laughed on and off for the entire song, and kept dancing for several more songs too, not all Katy Perry songs though, alternating between singing and laughing.

At one point they saw Alice standing in the doorway chuckling at the sight of the two, and as she closed the door to them they just laughed even more.

Quite tired Kurt lay down on Blaine's bed, panting lightly after their unplanned dance marathon, but he was cheerful. Blaine leaned over him and kissed him on his cheek before lying down beside his boyfriend. The light kiss however didn't satisfy Kurt so he rolled over and almost lay on top of the curly haired boy, spreading kisses all over his face. He lingered at his lips though, nibbling at his lower lip for a long time.

But then, instead of deepening the kiss as he had planned he kissed down Blaine's cheek and neck, before settling on a spot near his collarbone, and began to kiss and suck on the small piece of skin passionately. He heard a low groan coming from Blaine's mouth and smiled as he kept on kissing the spot. Looking at it the skin had become pink under his kisses, and after a few more minutes of kissing the particular spot it had grew darker, marking his boyfriend as his, at least until it would fade.

Happy with the hickey he traced a path of kisses back up to the mouth of the shorter boy, who anxiously kissed him back.

They stayed like that, kissing each other, sometimes uncontrollable, sometimes very sweet and tenderly, until they heard steps coming nearer on the other side of the door. Kurt merely managed to jump off Blaine and sit down on the end of the bed before the door was opened and Alice peeked in, a sly smile on her face, as if she knew she had interrupted something.

"Can I get you boys something?" she asked quite merrily though, and they smiled at her in return, "no thanks, we're fine".

She chuckled a bit as she went out and closed the door again behind her, and Kurt looked back at Blaine. He then knew why she was smiling so slyly; the purple mark on Blaine's neck was showing clearly, and he blushed a bit knowing what she might think. Luckily, she didn't seem to be the very typical parent, but were quite liberal with the whole 'teenagers alone' thing.

Blaine looked at him amused as he asked "What are you blushing about Kurt?"

Kurt only blushed more and pointed over at the spot on Blaine's neck. He watched as Blaine reached up at the spot and began to snicker once he had touched it.

"Well, maybe I will just have to return the favor…" he murmured out as he reached over for Kurt and laid his arms around the porcelain boy's waist.

"Maybe…"