A/N: I'm amazed at the amount of hits and favorites this story has gotten. I have a few chapters already finished that I just need to proof read and upload, so there should be another new chapter tomorrow. The T rating is for slight language and mentions of sex. Enjoy!

-Antigone

The next few weeks went by uneventfully, which in my house is a seldom occurrence. It seemed that every time Kurt was home, Blaine was there. I could tell they were getting closer. Kurt's mom, Elizabeth, and I moved much faster than other couples our age because we were best friends before we started dating. When you're in a relationship with your best friend, you can skip the first few months of getting to know each other. You already know everything. I think that's what happened with the boys; at least they were more comfortable with each other in front of the rest of the household. What that boils down to is walking into the living room to find them snuggling or even occasionally kissing. Carol found it cute and would back track out of the room without disturbing them. I would loudly clear my throat, then proceed to stay in the same room as them even if it meant watching the second half of the sound of music when I could be watching the game. Finn seemed to be another story all together. He got along great with Blaine. I had even seen the two of them playing basketball in the driveway while Kurt sat on the steps reading a magazine. Blaine did surprisingly well considering Finn had a good 12 inches on him. Now that Kurt was back at McKinley, Finn was doing an outstanding job as big brother and protector, and Kurt returned the favor by tutoring Finn, possibly even doing a few of the assignments himself, which he never admitted to.

But the one thing Finn did not handle well was walking in on the two of them "together". If they were just cuddling it wasn't bad, but the kissing made Finn react in a bad way. It could have been because he was used to Blaine just being one of the guys, playing sports, or Kurt being his "little" brother now.

I'll never forget the day it happened. I heard a shriek and then a very loud thump. I yelled up the stairs to see if everything was alright. Kurt's flustered reply came, sounding out of breath. "I don't think so..."

So I ran up the stairs to find Finn out cold on the floor in the hallway outside of Kurt's room. The first thing I did was check on Finn. He started to come around, and Blaine walked over with a glass of water. As Finn accepted the glass, he looked up at Blaine and his expression turned to horrified. Without explaining anything he mumbled something about his room and ran away down the hall. I turned to the other two boys, knowing something must have happened to have caused Finn to faint.

"Alright, one of you better start talking." I decided to give them a bit of my glare for good measure. Kurt could match me in a staring contest for hours, so Blaine was the first to crack. He took half a step forward when I first noticed it. Blaine was not wearing his own clothes. He was wearing nice clothes, but they were crumpled and they certainly weren't what he was wearing when he came over. I looked over at Kurt. He was wearing a wrinkled t-shirt that said HOGWARTS. That was the shirt Blaine was wearing when he came over. The only reason I noticed was because of Kurt's criticism of it.

"Mr. Hummel, Finn was just surprised when he walked in and found us... Kissing." Kurt added in "He should have knocked".

"I'm going to need a much better explanation than that, considering you are wearing each others clothes, and I KNOW there is a rule in this house about clothing staying on. And why would he need to knock if there is also a rule about bedroom doors being open. Who knocks on an open door?"

By the time I finished both boys were bright red. Blaine was looking down at his shirt, still confused why he didn't realize he was wearing a different one than he came with. Kurt, for once, was speechless. I looked into the room to see the bed messed up (so unlike Kurt) and the box of condoms I had bought Kurt sitting open on the nightstand. I knew that was a terrible decision. I didn't even know how to begin this discussion. I guess I know why Finn would have passed out... I probably would have too.

"I want you both at the kitchen table in 5 minutes." I ordered as I stomped down the stairs. This was starting to become a habit by now. I stopped and called back up the stairs "Oh, and Blaine? A concussion isn't going to get you out of this talk." I continued into the kitchen, looking for Carol. I found her in the laundry room, and quickly explained the situation. I asked her opinion. As usual, she always knows exactly the right thing to say. "The final word is ultimately yours, Kurt is your son. But they are teenagers now. Things happen, and at least you know they're being safe. And if it helps at all, anyone who spends two minutes in the same room can tell they truly love each other. It may not be such a bad thing." She finished with a look that said she knew what she was talking about. "How'd you find out anyway?"

"Oh! Finn walked in on them."

"Oh my god. How did he take it? Not too badly I hope..."

"He didn't really take it at all, he actually fainted. Don't worry; I made sure he was ok. Just a little shaken up."

"I'll go check in him." Carol ran up the stairs. I could hear her slow down when she reached the top and walked down the hall. I could tell by her foot steps that she passed Finn's room and went to Kurt's. There was some hushed whispering, then the sound of a door quietly opening and closing, and then Carols foot steps to Finn's room. That woman would be the death of me. But I still loved her. Speaking of the death of me, the two boys in question made their way into the kitchen. They were smart enough to come down wearing their original clothing (most likely Carol's suggestion) and to sit across the table from each other (also another Carol move- that woman knew me too well).

"Boys-" I started, but was immediately cut off by Kurt.

"We're really sorry. We promise it won't happen ever again."

This time I got to cut him off.

"Stop right there. We all know that's not true, so I don't want you lying to me. I'm not going to make this any worse than it already is. First off, while I think you are too young for this kind of behavior, I know what it's like to be a teenage boy. Well, a straight teenage boy. I'm guessing it's the same for you guys. Only without a girl to stop you." At this both boys turned beet red. "You're both going to apologize to Finn and make sure nothing like that happens again. Now get out of here. And leave that door wide open. I'll be making room checks randomly and I don't need another heart attack." I can't believe I just said that. I basically gave them permission as long as they didn't get caught. That was probably a mistake. Just like those damn condoms. But at least the house was safer than a dirty hotel room or dark alley.

The boys ran upstairs and I slowly and quietly climbed the stairs to see how apologizing to Finn went. First I heard Carol excuse herself, before coming out to join me on the landing. Kurt decided to start it off.

"Look, Finn, about before..."

Finn quickly jumped into the conversation.

"Dude, all is forgiven, as long as we never ever mention this again. Ever. Please."

"That deal sounds more than amazing." Blaine replied. Finally, as they were leaving Finn spoke one more time.

"It's a deal. But there is no way in the world I am shaking your hand after what I walked in on."

Before I could hear anything else, Carol was dragging me down into the living room to snuggle on the couch. I'm lucky to have her. Without Carol in my life, I'd probably be in prison when they finally found Blaine's body in the backyard.

Prom season is always a popular time for the birds and the bees. Or as is the case in my house, the bees and the bees. I had to worry about Kurt getting harassed at his own prom. And as much as I hate to admit, I was a little worried about Blaine too. He acted tough, but he was smaller than most of the girls in the glee club. I finally started liking him a little more when he took my side against Kurt during the kilt incident. Really, it was just common sense. I'd also prefer if Kurt was wearing pants simply because I know how much easy access a skirt provides. What, just because I'm a dad doesn't mean I'm not also a newlywed.

The night of prom, Carol and I were planning an exciting night of alone time. No boys in the house, dinner without Finn acting like a garbage disposal and a movie without Kurt's comments. After an excellent dinner and the start of some romantic comedy we really weren't watching, we got down to some quality "alone time", which may have been on the living room couch. We were already there, and our room was just so far away. There was a sound of car doors, but it must have been the neighbors, because the boys' curfew wasn't for another 3 hours and we'd be lucky if they were in by then. All of a sudden, the front door opened and in walks Kurt and Blaine. Several things happened at once. Everyone screamed. I was the only one who didn't shriek like a woman. I fell off the couch. Luckily the couch is facing away from the door, so while they knew exactly what we were doing, they didn't actually see anything too specific. Both boys covered their eyes with their hands and ran back outside. Carol and I quickly got dressed and straightened up the living room. Finally, with nothing else to stall with, I opened the front door to find the two boys sitting on the steps.

"You can... Uh... Come inside now if you want to."

"Um... I guess so. We'll just be in my room watching a movie."

"Wasn't the whole glee club going out tonight? You're home early. Really early."

Kurt was hesitant to respond, so Blaine finally did, although he couldn't quite make eye contact with me.

"Prom didn't exactly go too smoothly, so we thought we'd have more fun watching a movie."

"What happened?"

Kurt finally decided to talk, and from his voice, I could tell he'd been crying. "I'd rather not talk about it right now if you don't mind."

"Alright, go watch a movie."

The boys walked past me into the house and Blaine looked ready to burst from laughing.

"Alright, out with it."

"It's nothing sir."

"Just tell me, I promise I won't hold it against you this time. Just this once."

"I was going to say that if you had a concussion we could drive you to the hospital." Blaine let out a laugh as Kurt added in "but neither of us could carry you inside!" and with that they ran up the stairs into Kurt's room, slamming the door. I couldn't help but laugh at that, but yelled up for good measure

"That door better not be closed!" Kurt opened it wide and yelled down.

"You better close your door though. I think I've been turned even gayer!" Then closed the door over so it was only open a crack.

Carol couldn't stop laughing, between the concussion comment and the idea of Kurt being any gayer. We spent the rest of our evening laughing before going to bed after Finn got home. He told us about the prom queen incident, and about how great Blaine was about the whole thing. When I went to check on the boys and tell Blaine it was time to go to the guest room I found them fast asleep cuddled together. After the hellish night they'd been through, I decided to just let them be. It's not like they'd be getting up to that much. Walking in on your parents having sex is pretty much a mood killer for at least 24 hours.

About a week later, I was watching a game with Finn, while Carol sat next to me reading a magazine. Kurt was out with Blaine again. Something about a dinner and a musical at a community theater. Around 9 o'clock, the door bell rang. I didn't know who it could be this late, besides Kurt and he would just walk in. Carol went to get it and came back looking like she was near tears from holding in laughter. Finally she said it was for me. I walked out to see a cop standing there with Kurt and Blaine, both of whom looked incredibly uncomfortable.

"Are you Mr. Hummel?" The officer asked.

"Yes I am. Is there some sort of problem, officer?"

The cop looked nearly as uncomfortable as the boys, almost like he didn't know what to say.

"These two were picked up for indecent exposure and disturbing the peace."

Before I jumped to any conclusions, I wanted to get this straight.

"Can you clarify why they were picked up? Because it just sounds like singing loudly without shirts on. Which, quite frankly, happens more in this house than I'd like to admit."

"No, Mr. Hummel. They were picked up for engaging in sexual acts in a car in a public park."

"Are they under arrest?"

"Not right now. Since they are both minors we decided to just give them a warning and explain to their parents that this kind of behavior can't happen again. When we are finished here, I'll be taking Mr. Anderson home to explain to his parents as well."

At that last line, Blaine face drained of all its color. He had told me about his father on several occasions and Mr. Anderson is not a kind man. Having a cop drop Blaine off at night saying he was caught having gay sex in a car would probably result in a hospital visit. Granted, I sent him to the hospital, but that was an accident. I decided then that I couldn't let that happen to him.

"Officer, if it's possible, can I just take both boys now. I can explain to Blaine's father later, and it would save you the trip to Westerville."

The officer looked skeptical at first, but relented. He seemed relieved that he wouldn't have to explain this a second time tonight.

"Alright Mr. Hummel. Have a good night. And boys, watch your behavior in public from now on."

"Thank you officer." I replied as he handed me a ticket for each boy, before I closed the door.

I followed the boys into the living room to be greeted by Carol and Finn laughing. Finn was actually rolling on the floor. Kurt and Blaine didn't look nearly as nervous as they did when the officer was here. Finally we all started laughing. We couldn't help it. It was pretty hilarious. Finally we all calmed down a bit and I was able to talk again.

"Don't think this is over. You are both in a lot of trouble. You both now owe me $100 for these tickets you got. Kurt, you just lost your car for the week. Finn can drive it since he doesn't have a car right now."

Finn was quickly on his feet.

"Ew! You heard what they were doing in that car! Why would I want to drive it?"

Blaine quietly replied.

"Um, it was my car."

"Sweet! I'll take Kurt's car."

The Finn paused to look at the two of them. "But Blaine's car is so much smaller. Why wouldn't you take Kurt's if that's what you were planning? I know Blaine's short but still..."

"I'm not short!" Blaine yelled back, just as Kurt yelled about not planning it. I knew I should put a stop to this, but Carol beat me to it.

"Ok, First things first. I'm sorry Blaine sweetie, but you are kind of short. But it works for you since you have a big personality. Finn is not getting Kurt's car. Finn is going to get my car to drive himself and Kurt to and from school. I am taking the navigator. And all three boys are grounded. Kurt and Blaine obviously for tonight and Finn for that call I got from coach Sylvester about catching you and that cheerleader in the supply closet. And before you say anything, I can ground Blaine if I want to, since he's here all the time anyway. I think it's time everyone went to bed." And with that she sat down. Everyone sat in silence before slowly making our way upstairs (Blaine was staying over again since it was the weekend). On the way up the stairs I saw Kurt grab Blaine's hand and pull him into his bedroom. I called out to them. "Five minutes and Blaine better be in the guest room. You obviously had enough alone time tonight."

Kurt opened the door and Blaine walked out carrying his overnight bag. "Dad, why can't Blaine just stay in my room? It's not like you don't know what's going on between us. A cop just told you. And actually gave it to you in writing." I had only one response to that. One that I learned from my own father, and I know when Kurt had children of his own, he'll use on them. "My house, my rules."

Kurt rolled his eyes, as he usually did, but turned around and went to bed. I started to walk to my room, but was stopped by Blaine. He looked like he had something really important to say, but didn't know how to. After a few more seconds he started. "Thank you for tonight. You didn't have to do that, but I really appreciate it. I promise it won't happen again."

"I know you're a good kid Blaine, and you make Kurt happy. I guess I have to let some things slide, and I figured your father would appreciate that conversation significantly less than I did. If you don't mind my asking, what does your mother think about all this?"

Blaine looked even more uncomfortable than he did when the cop dropped him off.

"Um... She left my Dad last year and couldn't take me with her. She wanted to, but my dad never let her fill out the duel citizenship papers, and I couldn't move to another country as an American minor without both parents consent."

"You mom isn't from here?"

"No, she's from the Philippines. I think my dad was hitting her too. She had to leave. She didn't want to abandon me here, but she didn't really have another option."

Wow, hated by his father and abandoned by his mother. I'm still surprised by how confidant this kid acts.

"You've always got a place here if you need it. Good night Blaine."

"Good night Mr. Hummel."