This is really a turning point chapter, from here we can explore a whole (or is that a hole?) lot more, or we can cut to the chase and start heading for the finish line. The choice is yours...enjoy...review...and let me know which way to go...

There's not a lot of smut this time, hope you're not toooo disappointed.

Chapter 8

Kurt woke up in the morning with a strange feeling in his ass. He clenched his cheeks together slightly and laughed to himself quietly. He was still laying half on top of Blaine, in exactly the same position he was in when they had fallen asleep. He stretched his neck and kissed Blaine's lips softly, the man beneath him let a sigh escape before Kurt kissed him again, gently swiping his tongue across Blaine's lips. Blaine's eyelids fluttered a little before opening slightly.

"Good morning you," Kurt whispered as Blaine's eyes fought to find focus, "comfy?"

"Uhuh," Blaine muttered, still struggling to wake up properly. Kurt watched his man slowly become conscious, and once he was sure Blaine was well on the road to the land of the living, Kurt squeezed his ass cheeks together tightly.

"Looking for something, were we?" Kurt chuckled. Blaine was suddenly wide awake, at some stage during the night he had lodged his hand firmly inside Kurt's ass crack, and it was now being squished by Kurt's muscular ass.

"Oh fuck!" Blaine almost shouted, suddenly wide awake, he pulled his hand out of Kurt's ass quickly, "I'm sorry Kurt...Oh, fuck!...sorry"

"Hey!" sighed Kurt stretching up to kiss him again, "its fine...remember what we said last night...I'm yours...all of me, and that includes my fabulous ass."

"Speaking of which," Blaine said, as he gently cupped both of Kurt's cheeks, "how is our ass feeling this morning?"

Kurt stretched his long legs out to the end of the bed, and manoeuvred himself to lie between Blaine's legs.

"Fine, I think," Kurt snuggled his head under Blaine's chin, "I can definitely feel it, but it's not painful," he tried his best to explain.

Blaine jiggled Kurt's ass in his hands playfully, "Good, I'd hate to see you not be able to sit down when your Dad is here...Do you know what time he gets in?" Blaine asked, while his hands continued to fondle Kurt's butt cheeks.

Kurt slid himself a little higher up Blaine's body, making it easier to kiss him, which Kurt quickly did.

"His plane gets in at 10, he's got a meeting at 12, then he'll come round when he's done...Probably about 4pm," Kurt recited the schedule to Blaine for the umpteenth time that week.

"So we've got most of the day alone, before Daddy arrives?... Good!" chuckled Blaine, pushing Kurt's cheeks together gently.

"Don't you get any ideas, mister!" Kurt laughed as he extracted himself from Blaine and climbed out of bed.

"Get back here!" Blaine cried, wanting Kurt's ass back in his grip. Kurt laughed and shook his head. He reached down to pick up the sweat pants he'd discarded the previous night. Blaine jumped out of bed and whisked them out of his hands.

"Nu-uh," Blaine laughed, throwing them on the bed, "I want easy access to that ass today!" he smirked.

Kurt looked at Blaine in mock horror. "And just who made you the boss of me?" he said, taking up his 'diva' stance.

"You did," Blaine almost growled, "remember?" Kurt nodded and laughed.

"Fine!" Kurt said, sidling up to Blaine, wrapping his arms around his waist and sliding his tongue into Blaine's mouth. Blaine returned the kiss passionately, pulling Kurt as close as humanly possible to him, his hands automatically gravitating to Kurt's butt.

"But if my ass is going to be hanging out all day, what are you going to give me in return?" Kurt asked sassily.

"Whatever you want, Mr Hummel," Blaine joked as he let his hand slide back into its 'home' in Kurt's crack. He felt both himself and Kurt harden between their bodies. Kurt put his head on Blaine's shoulder and sighed happily as Blaine's finger delicately circled his hole.

Kurt suddenly pulled away, shaking his head.

"You are welcome to look, Blaine Anderson," Kurt turned and stuck his ass out in Blaine's direction, "but you're not touching until you talk my father into letting me live with you!"

xxx

Blaine returned to the apartment with the groceries Kurt had instructed him to get. He went straight to the kitchen to unload his goods, and was met by a naked Kurt, frantically mixing something in a bowl. Well, naked with the exception of an apron.

Blaine stood quietly and watched as Kurt's bare ass jiggled from the exertion of mixing. He snuck quietly up behind Kurt and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder. Kurt jumped with surprise, putting his hand over his heart.

"Jesus Blaine," Kurt panted, "you almost scared me to death!"

Blaine laughed as he put the bags on the counter and began to unpack the supplies.

"What are you making now, beautiful?" Blaine asked as he put a replacement can of whipped cream into the fridge.

"Cookies," replied Kurt. Blaine quickly dipped his finger into the bowl, scooped out some dough and licked his finger.

"mmm, tasty," Blaine hummed as Kurt tried to smack his fingers.

"Stop it," Kurt chuckled, "or I'm kicking you out!"

Blaine shrugged, "You can't kick me out of my own kitchen, Kurt!"

"Watch me!" Kurt said and turned to face Blaine. He struck his best diva pose, hand on jutted out hip, as if to dare Blaine to push the subject further. Kurt lifted the dough covered spoon to his lips and sensuously licked a stripe of dough from the wooden spoon.

Blaine let out a quiet growl and made his way across the kitchen toward Kurt.

"Don't be a tease, Kurt," Blaine said seriously, staring right into Kurt's soul. Kurt gulped, but didn't move.

Blaine moved right in front of Kurt and whipped the wooden spoon out of his hand. He swiftly swung it around to meet Kurt's ass cheek, not too hard, but hard enough to make Kurt jump.

"Oh, really?" Kurt said, maintaining his sassy composure. Blaine nodded slowly and raised his eyebrows. Kurt giggled and ducked around Blaine, running into the dining area, with Blaine in hot pursuit. After Kurt squealed his way around the table a few times, they stood on opposite sides, neither making a move as Blaine waved the spoon in the air. Kurt quickly made a dive to get back into the kitchen, screeching as Blaine once again caught his ass with the spoon. Blaine had him cornered.

"No!" laughed Kurt, clutching his stomach from laughing so hard, "Stop! Please!"

"What's in it for me?" Blaine chuckled.

Kurt held out his arms wide, "Me!"

Blaine laughed and threw the spoon into the sink, "I thought I already had you?" he said as he walked over and grabbed Kurt's face between his two hands and kissed him hard. Kurt reached up and tangled one hand in Blaine's hair holding him in place. As their tongues danced to the familiar tune in their mouths, Kurt gently massaged Blaine's head. They finally pulled apart, breathless and Blaine touched his forehead to Kurt's.

"You've got a doughy ass," Blaine said huskily, he reached around and ran one finger over Kurt's butt cheek, before waving the offending digit in front of Kurt's face as proof. Kurt took Blaine's hand in his own and, holding Blaine's gaze, ran his tongue up the length of the finger. He took it into his mouth and sucked at the doughy mix. Kurt flicked his tongue playfully over the top of Blaine's finger, before sucking the whole thing down his throat as hard as he could. Blaine swallowed and forcibly pulled his finger out of Kurt's mouth.

"We're not starting that now," Blaine scolded, "get your cookies in the oven, then go get yourself cleaned up and ready for your Dad's visit, okay?"

"Spoiled sport!" Kurt pouted as Blaine planted a chaste kiss on the side of his mouth.

"You were the one that said no touching until your dad leaves!" Blaine laughed and left the room, knowing that it was the only way Kurt was going to get anything done.

xxx

A few hours later cookies were long since baked, replaced in the oven by a roast dinner for that evening. Kurt had showered and dressed, and busied himself by running around the apartment making sure everything was ready for his father's imminent arrival. Blaine had gone to have his shower, as Kurt put the final touches on the table setting. He wanted everything to be as perfect as possible, so that hopefully his father wouldn't have any doubts that moving him moving in with Blaine was the right thing to do.

Kurt walked back into the living room to double check that everything from the previous night's escapades had been securely hidden away. He sighed as his eye went straight toward the paddle hanging above the television. There was no way his father wasn't going to notice it, and although Kurt knew his father wouldn't exactly be au fait with things like that, Kurt had a sinking feeling that it really wasn't that difficult to work out what it was. His father was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them.

Blaine entered the room, and saw his boyfriend looking morose. He went behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, and rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder. Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek lightly, as Kurt let out another sigh.

"What's wrong, gorgeous?" Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear.

Kurt felt his eyes prick with the start of a tear, and he pointed silently to the paddle.

Blaine let go of his hold and turned Kurt around to face him, he took both of Kurt's hands in his own, and kissed the back of Kurt's hands one at a time.

"You know we agreed on it, Kurt," Blaine said gently. He hated to see Kurt upset, but what was the point in making rules, just to change them at the first sign of trouble?

Kurt nodded, blinked back the tears in his eyes, and chewed on his lower lip.

"Please Blaine," Kurt whined, "please take it down...I want my Dad to let me move in...he won't if he thinks...please?"

Blaine stood his ground and shook his head firmly, "No Kurt, it stays."

Kurt couldn't hold it in any longer, and he let out a painful sob that ripped into the very core of Blaine's heart. Kurt dropped to his knees at Blaine's feet, tears freely flowing down his face.

"P..P..Please Blaine!" Kurt begged, not caring how desperate he sounded, "Please!" Kurt wailed.

"Get up Kurt," Blaine ordered, taking a deep breath. Kurt stayed on his knees and threw himself around Blaine's legs.

"Please!" Kurt howled, "I'll do anything...anything, Blaine...just...please?"

"Kurt!" Blaine scolded, "I said 'get up'!" Blaine pulled Kurt's hands from around his legs and dragged Kurt up to face him.

He looked at Kurt's tearstained face, and felt his heart break a little more. He kissed Kurt's tears away as best he could, before wrapping Kurt up in a tight hug. Blaine held on as he listened to Kurt's sobs slowly become hiccups. Kurt nestled himself into Blaine's neck, and inhaled deeply, trying to get his emotions back under control.

Blaine pulled away and led Kurt to the armchair, he sat down and pulled Kurt down to sit on his knee. Kurt immediately hugged Blaine's neck tightly and hid his face from view. Blaine gently rubbed Kurt's back in comfort.

"We agreed on this, Kurt," Blaine whispered into Kurt's hair. He felt Kurt nod and heard a soft sob in reply.

"And you know we've got our rules to help both of us?" Kurt nodded again.

"If we keep changing things, then they become worthless," Blaine tried to reason with both Kurt and his inner self. He took a deep breath.

"You know I love you?" Kurt nodded and kissed Blaine's neck softly, Blaine groaned, "you're going to be the death of me, Kurt Hummel!"

"If we take it down, there would have to be consequences," Blaine said carefully. Kurt sat up and looked at Blaine hopefully.

"Anything Blaine," Kurt choked out, "I'll do anything to get that thing off the wall...you can use it on me after Dad goes if you want?" Kurt offered. Blaine shook his head.

"I wouldn't do that to you after last night, Kurt," Blaine moved his hand to gently rub Kurt's backside, "I know you're probably still sore."

"I don't care," Kurt said quickly, "I'll do it...just take it down, please?"

Blaine chuckled at Kurt's sudden bravado.

"Calm down," Blaine cooed softly, "it's your choice, but here's the consequence...no dick for you for the next week." Kurt gulped, could it really be that easy? He looked searchingly into Blaine's eyes to find any hint of a joke. There was none.

"That's it?" Kurt asked incredulously, "no sex for a week and I can take it down?"

Blaine laughed, "I didn't say no sex, Kurt...I said no dick for you...you keep those talented hands off yours and mine for the next week."

Kurt nodded his agreement without further thought. He kissed Blaine hard, before pulling back with a smile that ran the full width of his face.

"I love you!" Kurt sang, as he planted a row of butterfly kisses all over Blaine's face. Blaine laughed at Kurt's sudden happiness, and tapped his butt, pushing Kurt off him slightly.

"Go on then," Blaine said chuckling, "go hide it somewhere, then wash your face." He glanced at his watch, "your Dad will be here any minute."

Kurt eagerly got up and wasted no time grabbing the paddle off the wall and racing into the bedroom to hide the offending article.

Blaine laughed as he heard his boyfriend continually sing out "I love you!" as he danced through the apartment. Kurt came back quickly and jumped back onto Blaine's lap.

"Do I pass inspection, sir?" Kurt said flirtatiously.

"You look stunning, Kurt," Blaine answered honestly, pulling Kurt in for a kiss. Just as Blaine started to up the intensity, they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Kurt looked at Blaine, and sucked on his lower lip.

"You ready for this?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine nodded and tapped Kurt's ass.

"Go let your Dad in," Blaine said, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt. He knew that this would be his one shot at convincing Mr Hummel to let Kurt move in with him. If he said no now, Blaine could guarantee they wouldn't be living together until after Kurt had finished college. And Blaine didn't think either of them could emotionally survive another two years living apart.

Kurt brought his father into the living room, and Blaine stood and shook his hand politely. They exchanged pleasantries and indulged in the usual small talk for a while.

"So, kiddo," Burt said turning to Kurt, who was sitting as close to Blaine as he could get on the sofa, "tell me about school...how did you go last semester?" Kurt looked at Blaine, who nodded his encouragement back at Kurt.

"Ummm, you know how it goes, Dad," Kurt mumbled, and Burt shook his head.

"No, not really," Burt chuckled, "or else I wouldn't ask!"

Blaine put a hand on Kurt's thigh, "be honest, Kurt," he said quietly, but firmly.

Kurt cleared his throat a little, "I probably could've done a bit better," he finally admitted at least part of the truth. Burt screwed his face up in confusion, Kurt had always been a straight 'A' student, what was going on? He watched Blaine possessively stroke Kurt's thigh. If he found out that Blaine had been distracting Kurt from his studies, then Burt would quite happily remove both of Blaine's testicles.

Blaine patted Kurt's knee, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Why don't you go and get dinner ready, and I'll talk to your Dad about it?" Kurt nodded in relief. He sometimes couldn't believe how Blaine could always see exactly what Kurt needed at exactly the right time. Blaine patted Kurt's ass as he got up without thought, he blushed when he saw Burt staring at him looking as if he was ready to kill.

Burt glanced as his son got up and went to kitchen, before turning his attention back to Blaine.

"So what's all this about?" Burt said, trying to stay calm.

"Kurt has had some...issues staying on track this semester," Blaine started,

"Let me guess?" Burt held up his hand and interrupted, "he's been too busy doing god knows what with you to get his work done!" It wasn't that Burt didn't like Blaine, he did. But there was always something about Blaine that made Burt a little uncomfortable. He was too polite, too perfect, too...much – was the thought that sprang immediately to Burt's mind. Too much of just about everything. Burt knew that Kurt loved him though, and that was enough to keep Burt from ripping Blaine's gonads out via his throat. For now at least.

Blaine shook his head, "no," he said honestly, "believe me, Burt, I've done everything I possibly could to help him. And there's been more than one argument about it."

Burt looked at Blaine in surprise, "really?" he asked, although he was still sceptical.

Blaine nodded his head, "Look, I want to be as honest as I possibly can with you Burt," Blaine watched the older man carefully, hoping his tactic would work.

"I'm a junior professor here, I know the value of education...I know Kurt can do much better than he has been doing." Burt nodded, as Blaine continued, "but there's only so much I can do for him...I won't allow him to come around here except on the weekends, so he's got plenty of time to get his work done...I've told him to ask for help if he needs it, but up until now, he hasn't...Kurt and I have set some rules for next semester, so hopefully that will help, but..." Blaine looked at Burt and shrugged.

"But what?" Burt asked curiously for the man to continue. Burt fully realized that there wasn't much he could do from Ohio, so short of dragging Kurt's sorry ass home, he was prepared to listen to someone that was on the spot and had been through the college system already.

"I think living in the dorms is distracting for Kurt," Blaine chose his words with the utmost of care, "it has crossed my mind, that it would be much easier for me to help him if he lived here, with me." Blaine leant back in the sofa and waited for his words to sink in with Kurt's dad.

Burt didn't have a chance to answer though, before Kurt re-appeared and announced that dinner was on the table. The three sat down together and began their meal. Burt ran Blaine's word over again and again in his head. He had made sense, perhaps it would be better for Kurt to live here with Blaine. It would certainly be cheaper for Burt, and that was never a bad thing.

Burt watched the pair as they ate dinner. Blaine touched Kurt whenever he could, a tiny pat on the knee, a quick stolen kiss on the cheek or once, Blaine had kissed Kurt's knuckles while marvelling profusely at the wonderful meal. Burt was left in no doubt that Blaine worshipped Kurt, and his son deserved no less, he thought to himself.

Burt finished his mouthful and set his cutlery down on his plate. He looked at Kurt and smiled, remembering the broken young teen of a few years earlier. It was sometimes hard to reconcile that young boy with the man who sat at the table opposite Burt.

"So, Kurt," Burt said, clearing his throat, "Blaine's told me he's offered for you to move in with him permanently."

Kurt felt his face almost split in two, as he smiled brightly at both his father and his lover, "Can I, Dad?" Burt chuckled, how on earth could he even think of saying no to something that could make Kurt glow like that.

"I suppose so," Burt acquiesced. Kurt squealed, jumped up and threw his arms around his father's neck, "Thank you, thank you Dad," Kurt shrieked in joy.

Burt patted Kurt's arms and laughed, "hang on a minute, Kurt...sit down, will you?...I've got two conditions." That quickly sobered Kurt's blissful celebration, and he sat back down next to Blaine.

Burt held one finger, "Number 1 – the pair of you are expected to come home to Ohio every Christmas, and two weeks every summer. We don't see you enough, and I'm not having Blaine monopolizing you all of the time." Kurt looked at Blaine and shrugged, Blaine nodded his agreement – it seemed a small price to pay.

"Sure, no problem at all," Kurt agreed.

"Number 2," Burt added another finger in front of Kurt, "you start and pick those grades up, pronto!" Kurt gulped and nodded, embarrassed by his misdemeanours over the last few months, "and if you don't, then Blaine has my full permission to put you over his knee and spank some sense into you!"

Kurt's jaw dropped, and he glared at Blaine. Surely Blaine wouldn't have told his father of their 'arrangement'. Burt laughed a big belly laugh until tears started coming out of his eyes, "Christ Kurt," Burt said, trying to catch his breath, "you should see your face! I was joking!" Kurt let out an uncomfortable chuckle.

"I know," he mumbled. Blaine put his arms around Kurt's shoulders and pulled him close, he kissed him on the cheek, and then whispered in his ear, "Welcome home, sweetheart!" Kurt smiled shyly at Blaine, before kissing him fully on the mouth, he gave Blaine's lips a quick swipe with the tip of his tongue, before he heard his father clear his throat again.

"Sorry Dad!" Kurt flushed a bright pink again.

The trio enjoyed the rest of their evening together. They laughed at tales from Kurt's childhood and each shed a silent tear when talk turned to Kurt's mother. Until finally, Burt saw Kurt's eyes start to droop, and he made his excuses to leave.

As soon as the door closed behind Burt, Kurt squealed loudly and jumped on top of Blaine, wrapping his long legs tightly around his lover's waist and hanging on to his neck. Blaine staggered at the sudden extra weight, and put his hands under Kurt's ass to support him. He quickly ran them through to the bedroom and unceremoniously dumped Kurt on the bed, falling on top of him.

"Now you're really all mine," Blaine said, as he hungrily devoured Kurt's neck, "Fuck me, Kurt."

"But you said..." Kurt started.

"I said no dick for you, why should I have to suffer too?" Kurt groaned. He could already tell it was going to be a long week.

Alright, that was a mammoth chapter! Feel free to let me know what you want to see these boys get up to! All suggestions welcome, but no guarantees made!

Next chapter – Blaine has a 'gift' for Kurt ...what is it? You'll have to wait and see, but it ain't no promise ring!

Reviews get Blaine horny! Just saying...