A/N: Hello humans! So, here's the next chapter! I'd once again like to say how thankful I am for all of you. Whenever I get a new email telling me that I have gotten a new review/favorite/follow I fangirl flail and squeal. I am so happy that you guys are enjoying it, and thank you so much for reading! I love you guys so much! 3
Disclaimer: Still not Ryan Murphy… So I don't own Glee. :(
By the end of the week Kurt was ready to just go home and sleep all weekend. Glee practice Wednesday and Thursday had been awkward. He and Blaine had been the center of attention between all the Glee kids the whole week and it was getting on Kurt's nerves. Detention on Tuesday had been awkward, just he and Blaine sitting side-by-side as Mr. Livingston stared them down for a whole hour.
He slammed the locker door shut roughly after retrieving some of his books, and dragged himself to Mr. Livingston's classroom. Mr. Livingston sat behind his desk, eyes trained down as he graded papers. He looked up as Kurt walked in and sat in the back of the room. Kurt sighed and took out his math homework and started scribbling down answers. Three minutes later the sound of the door opening made Kurt's eyes snap up. Blaine stood there, two waters in hand. He nodded to Mr. Livingston, who wore an annoyed look on his face, before turning to Kurt with a smirk. He made his way to the seat beside Kurt, sitting a water on his desk before he sat down.
"Thanks," Kurt whispered, taking a drink of the water appreciatively.
"No problem," Blaine replied, grabbing his history book from his bag and working on some of his homework. The two boys worked quietly, and neither Kurt nor Mr. Livingston noticed Blaine's desk scooting closer and closer to Kurt's every few minutes. Kurt was engulfed in his English homework when he felt something slipping up his thigh.
Startled, Kurt jumped a bit, eyes wide as he looked down at Blaine's hand. He smacked his hand away and looked up at him with a stern look. Blaine smirked and wagged his eyebrows at Kurt, who rolled his eyes and shook his head before pushing Blaine's desk back to its original place and going back to his work. Blaine heaved a loud sigh and looked around the room in boredom, he'd finished his homework in the thirty minutes they had been there, and they still had thirty more minutes to go.
Mr. Livingston stood up quickly from his desk, causing both boys to look at him, "I'll be back in about ten minutes. Stay here and continue working, please," he said as he walked out the door.
Kurt raised an eyebrow questioningly at Blaine who shrugged, "I have no clue," he told him. Blaine looked around the room and jumped out of his seat and standing in front of Kurt's desk.
Kurt looked up from his work, "Yes?"
"What do you want to do while he's gone?" Blaine asked, leaning on Kurt's desk so that their faces were merely inches apart, "I could think of a few fun things," he added huskily. Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes intently, letting his face inch a bit closer to Blaine's slowly.
"You know what I really want?" Kurt asked flirtatiously, a smirk playing lightly at his lips, Blaine nodded, and Kurt let his hand ghost over Blaine's cheek before wrapping it around his shoulder. With a light push, he sent Blaine tumbling back, "To finish my homework."
Blaine sent his best pout face Kurt's way, his eyes glinting like a sad puppy's. Kurt rolled his eyes at the boy.
"You look like a puppy. Stop it."
"I can't help it," Blaine replied, putting a hand to his chest, "You've wounded me Kurt, right here," he patted the right side of his chest.
"Your heart's on the left, Blaine," Kurt laughed.
"Well, whatever! You knew what I meant," Blaine exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
Kurt stood up from his seat and sighed, "Calm down, Blaine. Don't be a drama queen," he joked. He began walking around the chairs and stopped that the chalkboard, receiving an odd look from Blaine, "What? I need to stretch my legs, they hurt!" He explained.
Blaine walked over to Kurt, "I could think of a few ways to help you stretch your legs," he said seductively, putting his hands on Kurt's hips and burying his face in Kurt's neck.
Kurt began to object but was cut off by Blaine nipping lightly at his skin, causing a small drawled out moan to escape his lips instead. Kurt's eyes went to the clock; his teacher would be back any minute. With this realization his mind snapped back into reality and he yelped, jumping back away from Blaine.
"Mr. Livingston will be here any second, we should get back to work," he burst out, practically running to his seat. Blaine chuckled, and returned to his seat. The boys had sat down just in time, because only a minute after, Mr. Livingston strolled into the room.
Kurt heart thumped rapidly in his chest, drowning out Mr. Livingston's apology for disappearing. Gulping down the remainder of his water, Kurt glanced at Blaine who was now reading a book, and shook his head. Kurt Hummel was falling hard for one Blaine Anderson.
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Detention was finally over, and Kurt was practically shaking with nerves as he stood up and left the classroom with Blaine. And awkward silence filled the air as the two walked down the halls. Kurt wasn't sure what to say, he just felt awkward. He knew that Blaine's main goal was to get into his pants, and yet, here Kurt was, already crushing on him.
Blaine opened his mouth and was just about to speak before he was cut off.
I think I'll try defying gravity, kiss me goodbye I'm-
Kurt grabbed his phone and hit the answer button, thankful for the interruption.
"Hello?" Kurt said into the phone.
"Kurt, where are you?" It was Burt's worried voice on the other end.
"Sorry Dad! I told you I had to stay after school. I had a… project I needed to finish. I'm just about to take Blaine home, so I should be home in about an hour," he explained, feeling guilty for worrying his father.
"You'll be late for Friday dinner," Burt said, disappointment filling his voice.
"Oh crap! I totally forgot!" Blaine sent Kurt a questioning look as they stood in the hallway. Kurt put a hand to his face and sighed heavily, "I'm sorry, Dad. I totally spaced, but Blaine needs a ride and-"
"Why don't you invite Blaine over for dinner? He could stay for dinner and a movie, and then go home?" Burt suggested, cutting his son off.
"I would Dad, but Blaine's parents aren't… in town at the moment, so I'd have to give him a ride, and you hate it when I drive in the dark, and if we pick a decent movie then it would be late before I could even take him home." Kurt explained to his father.
He heard muffled voices on the other line, it sounded like he and Carole were talking. A couple minutes later Burt was back on, "Well, how about you ask Blaine to stay the night?" Burt suggested.
Kurt gulped, his eyes wide, "Dad, Blaine's gay," hearing this Blaine shot Kurt confused glance.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Blaine mouthed out, curious as to what Kurt and his father were discussing.
"I figured as much," Burt replied with a chuckle, "But I trust you, and if anything he can sleep on the couch. He shouldn't spend his whole weekend alone, son."
Kurt nodded, and then realizing his dad couldn't see him, said, "Yeah, you're right. Hold on," Kurt took the phone away from his ear and put a hand over the microphone, "My dad wants you to come for our Friday night dinner and a movie. He offered to let you stay the night," Kurt explained to Blaine.
Blaine processed this. Burt was offering him a home cooked meal and a place to stay for the night? How could he pass up the offer? Blaine nodded, "That sounds cool, sure," he agreed, a genuine smile falling upon his lips.
Kurt smiled and pressed the phone back to his ear, "Okay Dad, we'll be there soon. Love you."
Burt said goodbye, allowing Kurt to hang up, and the two boys made their way to Kurt's Navigator. Kurt couldn't help the nervous ache in the pit of his stomach. Blaine Anderson is about have dinner with my family and stay the night at my house. Holy hell.
"Dad, we're here!" Kurt called out as soon as he and Blaine had walked through the door. Kurt toed off his shoes and Blaine copied the action, then Kurt turned to him, "Welcome to the Hudmel residence!"
"Hudmel?" Blaine asked in confusion.
Kurt laughed, "Well, that's what we say. My dad is married to Finn Hudson's mom," he explained.
"You mean Frankenteen from Glee Club?" Blaine replied.
Kurt laughed at this, "Yeah, him," Kurt nodded, "Well, you want me to show you around?" He asked, "It's not as big or as beautiful as your house, but it's home," Blaine nodded. Blaine's house may have been beautiful and huge, but it lacked one amazing thing that Kurt's had. Blaine's house wasn't a home.
"Okay, well this is our living room," Kurt pointed out. The walls of the living room were painted a light blue, with many family portraits that hung here and there, and the floors were a cherry hardwood. A brown, cream, and red plaid couch sat in the center of the room, and on its right sat a large, plushy brown recliner. Both faced the medium sized flat screen, and a dark wooden coffee table sat in front of the couch. A large stone fireplace sat in the far corner of the room, opposite the couch.
An archway on the far left wall led into the dining room and kitchen, the walls in these rooms were painted white, and the same cherry wood flooring covered the area. The table in the dining room was a large, round table made of light wood, and six matching chairs surrounded it, two on each side and one on each end. A short woman stood at the stove, cooking something that Blaine thought smelled delicious. The woman wore a large smile, her dark brown eyes crinkling in the corner, and her reddish-brown hair hung just above her shoulders. She said hello to the boys, introducing herself as Carole, before she went back to cooking.
Across the front door, in the living room, was a large hallway. At the end of the hallway was another room, this room was painted the same light blue as the living room, with the same flooring. The room was long, and held a large stair case in the middle, and few rooms on each side. On the right side was Burt and Carole's room, and on the left side was a guest bedroom and a medium sized bathroom. Upstairs there was another hallway that stretched from one side of the house to the other. On each side was a door, "That's Finn's room," Kurt told him, pointed to the right side. Kurt led Blaine to the left door, pushing it open and sighing, "And this is my room."
Kurt's bedroom walls were painted a light cream color, and the floors were covered in plush, dark brown carpet. The left wall of the room, which sat right beside the doorway, was painted completely white and consisted of built in shelving. The right wall ran straight before dipping back, allowing a small open window area in the corner. The corner area held a large window that looked out over the front yard, a small metal vanity and chair with multiple hair supplies and facial creams, and a small door opposite the vanity, which lead to a led master bathroom.
Kurt's bed sat against the left wall, and the wall jutted out on each side, forming somewhat of a place holder for the bed, and two small lamps came out on both sides, hanging over the bed. The headboard of his bed was dark brown leather, and the comforter was a light brown. On the back wall, which was to the left of the bed, was a small door that opened into a small walk-in closet, and a long, light brown miniature couch.
Kurt sighed and sat on the bed, "So, my dad never really specified where you would sleep, so unless we're told otherwise, you can take the bed and I'll take my couch over there," Kurt told him, "Dinner should be done here in about twenty minutes so we can either hang out up here, or go back down stair and hang out in the living room with my dad, and probably Finn."
"Let's stay here," Blaine replied, "Your dad kind of intimidates me, and Frankenteen gets on my last nerve most of the time," he confessed.
Kurt chuckled, "You and me both," Kurt agreed before patting the bed, "You can sit down you know, I don't bite."
"I do," Blaine joked, making his way to the bed and sitting down by Kurt's side. Blaine looked around the room before looking back at Kurt, "So what are we supposed to do for the next twenty minutes? I have a few suggestions, but you, being your uptight self, always shoot down my ideas, so I won't say them," Blaine complained in a joking manner.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I am not uptight! I'm just not easy," Kurt argued.
Blaine's nose scrunched up, "You're kind of uptight," Blaine told him. Blaine knew he was working Kurt up, and he found it to be quite fun.
"I am not!" Kurt exclaimed, "I can have fun! I have fun all the time!"
"Mhmm…" Blaine drawled, "I'm sure you do."
Kurt's jaw clenched, "I do! It may not be your idea of fun, but it's mine."
"And what exactly is my idea of fun?" Blaine asked.
"Most likely sex and parties," Kurt replied.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "You think you know so much about me, don't you Hummel?"
"No, but by the way that you act I can get a pretty good idea."
"Well, I'll have you know, I don't just have sex and go to parties," Blaine said, "I've had sex twice, once was a random hook-up, and once was with an asshole who told me he loved me. As for parties, I used to, but I haven't in a while. So don't go and act like you know me, because you don't."
Kurt looked down at his hands guiltily, a light blush rising to his cheeks. He looked up at Blaine with sad, regret filled eyes. Kurt watched as Blaine's eyes softened and his jaw unclenched, "Sorry I snapped at you," Blaine apologized quickly.
Kurt shook his head, "No, it's fine, you had every right to. I'm sorry I assumed the worst from you," Kurt began, "You're right, Blaine. I don't know you," he confessed, "But I want to, and I hope you'll let me."
The two boys were now facing each other, their blue eyes staring into hazel. Blaine looked down at Kurt's lips, before back at his eyes, and with that, Kurt grabbed Blaine by the back of the neck and attached their lips together in a heated kiss. The kiss was full of passion and it sent sparks through both boys.
Within minutes the kiss had deepened and both boys were pulling at each other. Kurt fingers tugged at Blaine's soft curls, and Blaine's hands held Kurt's by the waist, pulling Kurt closer until they were chest to chest. Blaine pushed Kurt back on the bed, never letting his lips leave Kurt's, until Kurt was lying down and Blaine was hovering above him. Blaine let one hand travel from Kurt's hip to his thigh, the action causing a shiver to run down Kurt's spine. Kurt pulled Blaine down further until Blaine's chest was ghosting over Kurt's. Kurt had just managed to pull Blaine's leather jacket off and fling it across the room when the boys were interrupted.
"Boys, dinners ready!" Burt's voice called up the stairs, causing the boys to jump apart. The two looked at one another, both breathing heavily, and Kurt took in Blaine's messy hair and red lips. Kurt jumped up from the bed and rushed to his vanity, fixing his hair and shirt and putting a hand to his kiss swollen lips. Well this is sure to be an interesting dinner.
"So, how was your day, bud?" Burt asked Kurt.
Kurt glanced at Blaine before looking at his dad, "Er- It was… interesting," he supplied with a shrug.
Burt nodded, "Good," he grabbed the bowl of mash potatoes and shoveled a good amount onto his plate, "What about yours, Finn?"
Finn, who had been staring at Blaine and Kurt since they had sat down, looked up to Burt when he spoke, "It was good," he shrugged, reaching over Kurt's plate and grabbing a piece of chicken. In the process, Finn's shirt sleeve had managed to dip into Kurt's mashed potatoes, and Kurt groaned.
"Seriously Finn? How many times do I have to tell you not to reach over my plate?" Kurt practically screeched at him, making everyone at the table wince.
"Sorry, dude!"
"And stop calling me dude!"
Blaine turned to Burt and Carole with an amused look, "Is he always like this?" He chuckled.
Burt laughed, "Only when he's nervous," answered Burt, shaking his head, "Kurt, calm down. We have a guest."
Kurt looked over at Blaine, and his eyes became wide with embarrassment, "Sorry," he said guiltily, his face flushing.
Blaine chuckled, "It's fine," he assured Kurt. Their eyes met and a small smile graced Blaine's lips, making Kurt smile as well.
Burt cleared his throat, and both boys heads snapped forward, "So how about your day Blaine?" Everything had been finally been passed all around the table, and they all began to eat. After swallowing a bite, Blaine smiled at Burt.
"It's been alright," he replied, "Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, I'd just like to say thank you for allowing me to stay the night and eat dinner with you," he said, smiling graciously at the two adults, "And Mrs. Hummel, the food tastes delicious. It's so nice to have a home cooked meal."
Both Finn and Kurt stared at Blaine in utter shock, while Burt and Carole smiled happily at the boy's gratitude. Finn turned to look at Kurt in question, and Kurt shook his head. How was it that the same boy that made multiple snide, sexual, and just plain rude comments, could also so gracious, sincere, kind, and polite?
Burt sighed, "What did I say about calling me Mr. Hummel, Blaine. Just call me Burt," he told him in a mock stern voice.
Blaine nodded, "Right, well.. er- thanks, Burt."
"No problem, kid," Burt replied, eating a bite of his chicken.
"And please, Blaine, call me Carole," Carole said, sending him a warm smile.
"Okay, Carole," he said with a smile and a nod.
The rest of dinner was filled of conversation about what Burt and Carole did, and their plans for tomorrow. Tomorrow was Burt and Carole's four month anniversary, so they were going to Columbus and staying in a hotel with money Burt had saved up from the garage. After they finished up eating, Kurt offered to clean up before the movie. Blaine stayed back with Kurt, helping him tidy up the kitchen and wash the dishes before they met Finn, Burt, and Carol in the living room.
It was nearing eight by the time they had finished everything and settled down for a movie. Burt and Carole sat together in the recliner, snuggled up with each other under a large, red blanket. Finn sat at the far left of the couch, and Kurt and Blaine sat at the right end. They decided on watching some random action movie that Finn picked, and neither Kurt nor Blaine had gotten into it.
By the end of the movie the two boys shared a large white blanket, and were leaning very far back in the couch. Both boys had spent the majority of the film deep in thought, both of them stealing glances of each other, every once in a while catching each other's eyes and looking away quickly. Both Kurt and Blaine stood up from the couch as the credits rolled down the screen, stretching their cramped bodies up and looking to the others in the room.
"I think Blaine and I are going to head to bed, Blaine's going to sleep-"
"On Kurt's couch," Blaine interrupted Kurt. He knew Kurt had offered him the bed, but Blaine didn't feel right taking it, "Kurt offered me the bed, but he can take it," Blaine said to Kurt more than anyone else.
"Blaine-" Kurt began to protest.
Blaine shook his head, "No, Kurt. I'm fine, seriously. Besides, I'm shorter, meaning I'd fit better on the couch than you would."
Kurt smiled, and with a light laugh said, "Thank you."
Blaine nodded and looked back at Burt and Carole, "Night, Burt! Night, Carole!"
After Kurt gave the two a hug, and said a quick goodnight to Finn, the two boys went to Kurt's room and sat on Kurt's bed, "I'm not tired," Kurt confessed with a sigh.
"I'm not either," Blaine chuckled, "What should we do?"
Kurt shrugged, "Watch an actual good movie?" Kurt suggested. Blaine agreed and the two began looking through Kurt's DVD collection. The two boys decided to not bring up the kiss, and instead ignored it all together. There was a slight awkward air about the room, but for the most part they were comfortable as they hung out in Kurt's room, going through the DVD's.
"You have Moulin Rouge," Blaine said, pleased.
Kurt nodded, "It's one of my favorite musicals."
"Do you want to watch it?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt by surprise. Blaine likes musicals?
"Yeah," he said with a nod, taking the case from Blaine's hand and slipping the DVD out of the case and into the player. His TV sat in a one of the larger built-in shelves on the left wall, right in the middle of the wall across from the bed. Kurt turned off the light and the two settled down in Kurt's bed under the blankets. Both boys made it about halfway through the movie before they fell asleep, Kurt's head laying on Blaine's shoulder, and Blaine's head laying on Kurt's.
Kurt snuggled closer to the warmth that was to his right and breathed in the musky scent beside him. It wasn't until there was a slight shift beside him that he noticed the weight on his side and his head. He snapped his eyes open and looked up, careful not to move his head, only to see the face of Blaine, who was sleeping soundly, dark curls hanging in his face, and mouth hung open slightly. Kurt couldn't help but think how adorably young and small Blaine looked when asleep.
Blaine's cheek was pressed up against Kurt's head, and his arm was slung around Kurt's waist. The two boys were still fully dressed, which made Kurt wince; he hated sleeping in his clothes. Kurt switched his eyes to the digital clock across the room. 10:13 A.M. With a sigh Kurt carefully removed Blaine's arm from his waist and slipped his head out from under Blaine's, all without waking the sleeping boy. Kurt got up from the bed and quietly walked to his closet, grabbing a pair of black skinny jeans, white button up short sleeved shirt, red cardigan, and a black bowtie before going into his bathroom and locking the door.
After a quick shower he got dressed and went out to do his hair and moisturizing routine. One hour late he smiled at his reflection and looked to Blaine. He was still asleep, his arms held a firm grip on one of Kurt's pillows, and his body curled into a ball. Kurt smiled at the boy; he looked so childlike and peaceful when he was asleep.
Kurt left the room and jogged downstairs, joining Burt and Carole in the kitchen. Carole was making breakfast, and Burt was sitting down at the table reading the newspaper and sipping at his coffee. After making himself a cup of coffee, Kurt sat down at the table with his dad and smiled, taking a sip of his drink.
"Blaine still asleep?" Burt asked Kurt, sitting down his paper and taking a drink of his coffee.
Kurt nodded, "Yeah, we crashed watching a movie last night," he replied then asked, "When are you guys leaving for Columbus?"
"Probably around noon," Carole said from the stove, "I figured I'd make breakfast and force Finn out of bed so we could all sit down and eat some breakfast before Burt and I head out. We have to go to the gas station and the bank first, so we'll probably leave around eleven thirty," she explained, receiving a nod from Kurt.
They all heard footsteps approaching the kitchen and looked up just in time to see Blaine in the doorway. He looked around nervously and scratched his head before stepping in slowly.
"Hey Kid, you want some coffee?" Burt asked Blaine, who nodded appreciatively before making himself a cup and sitting beside Kurt at the table.
"Breakfast will be done shortly, Sweetie," Carole told Blaine, who smiled.
"Thanks Carole," Blaine said, his voice rough and husky.
Kurt took a sip of coffee before looking to Blaine, "So when do you want to go home?" Kurt asked, "The Glee members were talking about going to the mall later. You can come if you want, and I could drop you off at you house afterwards?" Kurt suggested with a shrug.
Blaine nodded, "Sounds cool, sure."
Carole sighed, "Kurt, would you look over the bacon while I go and get Finn up?" Kurt got up from his seat and took Carole's place at the stove.
Ten minutes later Carole and a sleepy Finn walked into the kitchen. Finn sat down as Carole put all the food on a few large plates and sat them in the middle of the table, along with a pitcher of orange juice and milk, before giving everyone their own plate and cup, "Dig in," she said as she sat beside Burt who smiled and kissed her cheek.
Finn grabbed three pancakes off the stack, five sausages, and five pieces of bacon, and poured himself some milk. Burt took two pancakes, three sausages, and three pieces of bacon and poured himself some orange juice. Carole took one pancake, three pieces of sausage, three pieces of bacon, and poured herself a glass of milk. Kurt took a piece of sausage, and scooped out a bowl of mixed fruit, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Blaine waited until last before taking two pancakes, four pieces of sausage, four pieces of bacon, a little bit of fruit, and pouring himself some orange juice.
Everyone ate for the most part, only saying a few things about how good the food was, or filling Finn in on Kurt and Blaine's plans to join him and the New Directions later. When they all finished eating it was nearly eleven thirty. Burt and Carole grabbed their things and said their goodbyes.
"It was nice to meet you Blaine, feel free to join us for dinner or anything at any time."
"Yeah Kid, nice to see you. I'll be seeing you at the garage next week, right?"
"Yes Sir," Blaine said with a nod.
"How many times do I have to say it kid? Call me Burt," Burt said with a chuckle.
"Right, sorry… Burt."
Once they left Kurt, Blaine and Finn sat in the living room discussing the plans, "Rachel said that they were all going to come here and we would carpool to the mall and stuff," Finn told them, "She said they should all be here by around one."
The boys looked at the clock, it was twelve o' five now, "So what should be do for the next hour?"
Finn shrugged, "Hey Blaine, you like video games?"