Farmers Tan

Kurt had always just assumed that Blaine was polite because of Dalton. They had a way of drilling rules and manners into you, he'd only been there three months and he could already sense the need to tip his hat and walk old people across the street. But he'd never considered another option as to where Blaine had acquired his manners.

"Dang it!" Blaine exclaimed as he dropped his chemistry book on his foot. Kurt's head snapped up and Wes and David smirked, trying to stifle their laughter.

"Blaine…?" Kurt asked slowly as Blaine straightened up, he looked at Kurt and understanding flickered in his eyes as he realized what he just said, and how he'd just said it.

"Uhm." Wes let out a laugh

"David…we'd better let them talk this out." He said and stood up, David trailing behind him as they walked out.

"Why did you just say it like that?" Kurt asked, Blaine bit his lip

"Because…that's how I talk?" Blaine said, the remnants of his twang still evident in his voice

"No you don't. You talk like…I don't know, like your from the 50's or something, not like you just hopped off a tractor." Kurt was confused

"Kurt…" Blaine said slowly "I'm from the South…Oklahoma to be exact." Kurt let out a breath.

"I'm so confused." He admitted "I've never heard your accent before."

"Oh yes you have," Blaine muttered and added quickly "I've covered it up, Dalton kind of forced me to get rid of it." He shrugged, but Kurt could only focus on one sentence

"I have?" Blaine blushed and cleared his throat

"Yeah…uh, I kind of forget to hide it sometimes when we're…uhm…y'know, doing stuff." Kurt forced his jaw not to drop, how could he have not noticed that.

"You hate it, don't you? It makes me sound like a hick." Kurt shook his head

"Actually…it's kind of hot." He winked "and I'm glad I heard it now before I could meet your parents tonight, that would have been a shocker." He laughed, and Blaine smiled along, relieved.

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Blaine kept the comment Kurt made about his accent being hot firmly in his mind, and had been using it ever since.

"You first, darlin'" he whispered in Kurt's ear as he held his front door open for the boy. He heard Kurt's intake of breath and smiled to himself

"Don't do that!" Kurt hissed and walked brusquely inside, where they were instantly met with a short, dark haired woman wearing a powder blue dress.

"Blaine!" she cried and hugged her son "and this must be Kurt, so nice to meet you, sugar!" she said with enthusiasm, hugging Kurt hard. He laughed and hugged her back

"It's nice to meet you, too Mrs. Anderson."

"Oh, please, call me Donna!" she smiled and swatted Kurt's arm. A moment later, a tall, brown haired man entered the room, he wore a sweater vest and glasses, but his smile was bright and his hazel eyes crinkled in the corners.

"Hello, I'm James, Blaine's father, it's nice to meet you, Kurt" Kurt smiled

"You too, sir." He noted that Blaine's dad didn't have an accent.

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"You've got a beautiful home, Donna," Kurt commented, and it was absolutely true, the style wasn't necessarily something Kurt would have thought of doing, but it was modest and cozy.

"Well thank you, dear."

"Thanks for dinner, mama" Blaine said, smiling at the woman, Kurt and Blaine washed off their plates and Blaine turned towards his mother once again.

"Can Kurt and I to up to my room?" he asked, she nodded

"Sure, baby."

"C'mon" Blaine smiled, he grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him up to his room. They went inside and Blaine closed the door

"No 'door open' policy?" Blaine shook his head

"My parent's are pretty good with that, they figure neither of us can get pregnant, so what's the harm?" he thought for a moment "plus, they trust me not to do anything until I'm ready." Kurt's cheeks burned, and he needed a change of topic.

"Your parents are nice" he said, "now I see where your manners come from, although you could just pin it on being a southern gentleman."

"Mama taught me right." Blaine nodded, "Your dad is nice, too…so where'd you get all that sarcasm and bitchfaces?" Kurt frowned and pushed Blaine away from him, he knew Blaine was joking, but that didn't mean it wasn't true. He sat on Blaine's bed, his arms crossed. Blaine sighed and went to sit next to him, drawing his arms around Kurt's middle. Kurt tried to push him away

"no, get away." Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt's neck and pulled him so Kurt ended up in his lap

"Darlin'," he drawled, "sugar," Kurt squirmed "sugar, honey, sweetheart" he kissed the soft spot below Kurt's ear "you know I was only jokin'" Kurt sighed and finally relaxed against Blaine's chest.

"I know." Kurt sighed "I can be a bit of a diva sometimes." Blaine chuckled

"Oh, I know, sorry, sorry!" he chuckled at the look on Kurt's face. Kurt pushed him backwards and hovered over him for a moment before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss before breaking off and moving to Blaine's neck.

"Kurt," Blaine groaned, voice thick and his twang obvious, Kurt decided that, yes, he definitely liked this new side of Blaine.

(AUTHORS NOTE: I want a southern Blaine. Can that happen now? Leave a review!

Ps. I'm still TOTALLY accepting prompts, begging for them, in fact, so leave a review with anything you'd like to see! )