A/N: I. AM. SO. SORRY. Here, have a virtual Chocolate Frog for your patience! *Throws at crowd of readers*
I have been writing this chapter for days. It's not even that long! I'm so sorry guys, I blame high school. Holidays start in today though, so we can all enjoy daily updates! Totally awesome? I think so. Enjoy the chapter! It's my favorite so far! Not sure why, but it was really fun to write (: And you asked for it: I give you...Adorable Klaine. Or at least I think it is. I don't want to get too fluffy here.
"Wake up..." Blaine murmured, arms wrapped around Kurt's waist from behind. They had both slept well that night, even though Kurt's dreams were haunted by his mother. Blaine had never felt so comfortable in his life, but was eager to head upstairs before Burt caught on to where he had spent the night.
"Mmm..." Kurt moaned in response. "I'd rather just stay here." His voice came out in a slur. Blaine laughed, kissing the top of his head.
"Come on...We can watch Mulan if you get up..." He cooed, trying to bribe him out of bed. Kurt merely nestled himself closer to Blaine, a determined and sleepy look on his face.
"It's only ten in the morning, you're being ridiculous." He complained. Kurt had never been a morning person. Blaine laughed and released his boyfriends waist to allow him to turn over. They were face to face, staring at each other from their shared pillow.
"Did you sleep well?" Blaine asked, still worrying about how upset he had been about his mother last night.
"Amazingly, actually. I have you to thank." The porcelain boy replied. Blaine grinned, and shifted his face to press their lips together. It was a sweet kiss, with definite movement from both boy's mouths. Kurt had wrapped one arm over Blaine's neck to tangle his fingers in that curly mane he loved so much. He could feel a smile on Blaine's lips as they moved with his. Their breathing was just becoming heavy, when a cough from the staircase brought them back to reality.
"Excuse me if I get angry..." Said a livid sounding Burt Hummel. "But this looks extremely suspicious." Kurt automatically froze, and broke away from Blaine. He turned around and paled at the sight of his father, staring at him in bed with his boyfriend. Letting out a frightened squeak, Kurt jumped out of the bed, and onto the carpet infront of it.
"Not what it looks like-" Kurt tried to hastily spit out. Burt raised a ringer, asking Kurt for permission to remain uninterrupted.
"I notice you're both wearing pajamas, so that's good news for all of us." He said awkwardly, the three of them blushing and looking away from each other pointedly. Kurt and Blaine had woken up at three in the morning, and decided to change into their night wear, as they were both extremely uncomfortable sleeping in their day clothing
"Nothing happened, sir." Blaine spat out hastily, sitting up. Kurt almost laughed at how petrified he looked. Every last drop of blood had drained from his face, and his eyes were wide.
"Both of you let me finish." Burt said forcefully as Kurt tried to say something as well. "I'm not sure what's going on here. My son has spent the night in the same bed with his boyfriend. I have now caught them making out. I clearly cannot trust you to tell me the truth about any...erm, events that may have taken place." Burt noticed his son blush deeply. This made his blood boil...If that Blaine kid, whom he had until quite recently liked, deflowered his son...Well then God help him.
"Dad!" Kurt groaned. "I just didn't want to sleep alone."
"There's a new one. I'm supposed to believe that?" Burt asked, still glaring at a cowering Blaine.
"I-Uhm." Kurt stuttered. "I was upset."
"About?" Burt asked, frowning. Kurt paused for a minute before replying.
"Mom." He said sadly. Burt sighed. He had noticed that whenever Kurt thought about Julia too much, he had trouble sleeping. "I asked Blaine to sleep downstairs with me because...well you know why. Don't get mad at him it was my idea." Burt glanced at Blaine who's expression revealed nothing but terror.
"Kurt. Uhh..." Burt was confused about how to deal with the situation now that Julia had been brought up. "Nothing went on?" He asked, pleading for the two boys to tell the truth. They both nodded, and Burt believed them. "Okay, that's good. Just don't let this happen again." He motioned to Blaine sitting on Kurt's bed.
"Thanks dad." Kurt smiled, his heart beating at a regular pace now. His dad had thought he was having sex with Blaine. Clearly he did not understand the relationship.
"So..." Burt said, scratching his head. Carole had told him he should talk to Kurt about this anyways, and it seemed like the time. "When you do, erm, decide to..."
"NO." Kurt said, frantically. "No sex talk!"
"It's important for you to be informed-" Burt started, clearly uncomfortable
"Dad!" Kurt groaned, blushing madly. Blaine's face was bright maroon. "I don't plan on doing anything like that anytime soon. Don't worry. Now would you please leave now?"
"Gladly." Burt said, eagerly turning around. He awkwardly shuffled away. Blaine exchanged a look with Kurt. They were both eternally scarred. Kurt was going to say something, when his father interrupted them from the top of the staircase. "For future reference, if you're going to make out with your family home, try not to do it on a bed. That would be something parent's like to call, suspicious behavior."
"OUT!" Kurt yelped, humiliated. He swore he could see Burt laughing at his mortified expression as he left the room. The two boys waited until they heard his footsteps trail far away from the basement door.
"I think I just wet myself." Blaine whispered, finally looking up. Kurt laughed an awkward laugh, and nodded in agreement.
Blaine made a mental note to get back on Burt's good side.
..._...
They had decided to spend the day out of the house, away from the awkwardness that was Burt Hummel. Kurt was whining about some new Johnny Depp movie that he had to see, and Blaine unwillingly gave in.
"He's so dreamy!" Kurt gushed on the way to the movies. They were halfway there, but it was looking as though they would miss it. Snow was falling hard, and the roads were icy. Blaine grumbled in response, pretending to pout.
"I don't care for Johnny Depp." He admitted. Kurt looked taken aback.
"I'm sorry, why?" He demanded, watching as it the snow piled onto the roads.
"Because he's stealing my boyfriend!" Blaine pretended to cry. Kurt let out a loud giggle, and leaned over to press his lips against his cheek.
"Don't worry, you're mine." He said, blushing contently. Blaine looked over to smile widely at him, eyes sparkling.
"Is that so-?" He started before a pained look took over his expression. "SHIT!" He screamed. Kurt raised his eyebrows in surprise when he noticed that he car had stopped moving.
"What happened?" He asked, the moment gone too far to recapture.
"It's out of gas!" Blaine said, moaning into his hands. Kurt sighed...He had really wanted to see the movie.
"What do we do?" He asked, knowing no member of his family would be able to drive out in this weather to get them.
"Get out and push?" Blaine suggested, frowning. "We could walk to a station to pick up some gas then head back."
"I suppose." Kurt said, though he made no motion to move. He watched Blaine as he shifted in his seat, and unlocked the door manually. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the cold, he wrenched it open.
"Oh my God!" Blaine screamed, bravely jumping out of the car and slamming the door shut before a laughing Kurt could get too chilly.
"Look at him..." Kurt giggled from the safety of the car. "What a dork." Blaine had slipped on some ice and was now trying to get back up in front of the car. Kurt knew he should probably go out and join him, but he just couldn't find the willpower to step out into all that snow. Eventually, a freezing Blaine pulled Kurt's door open.
"Ah! Cold!" The small boy gasped, feeling snowflakes sting his face. Blaine laughed, smirking. Kurt thought he was cold.
"Come on!" He held his hand out and Kurt grimaced at it.
"I hate winter." He complained. Blaine sighed, and leaned in to grab Kurt around the middle.
"What are you doing?" He screeched as Blaine picked him up, and kicked the car door shut with his foot.
"Forcing you to come get gas with me." He laughed, shifting Kurt into a comfortable position. Blaine had scooped him up into his arms, and carried him down the sidewalk.
"What about the car?" Kurt asked frowning. It was on the side of the road, but on the road nonetheless.
"No one's driving right now, the snow's too heavy." Blaine said. He was right, they hadn't seen a car for the past twenty minutes. Kurt winced as a heavy gust of frosty wind hit his face. He buried it into Blaine's chest, realizing that they were in "wedding position." Blaine was supporting his back with one hand, and the other was right underneath his dangling knees.
"I'm dying!" He complained, teasingly. Blaine barked a laugh, throwing his head back.
"You've never been to Canada." He smiled. "I used to live there, this is tame compared to some of the weather you get up in Yellowknife."
"You never told me that!" Kurt said, always interested about Blaine's life prior to their meeting. "Tell me more?" He asked.
"Some other time, when we're alone." Blaine replied. He remembered the hardcore snowball fights he used to have with his friends and an idea dawned on him.
"You alright?" Kurt asked, for Blaine had stopped dead in his tracks. They were walking past a large park, with a snowy meadow behind it.
"We're not in a hurry right?" Blaine asked, smirking. Kurt shook his head no, and squirmed when Blaine made a b-line straight towards the patch of fresh snow by the park. "What are you-" He tried to say, before Blaine cut him off.
"I bet you've never had a decent snowball fight, have you?" He teased, knowing Kurt's lack of love for the winter. He had often complained it was just a missed opportunity for fashion, what with the unattractive boots and messy hair. Blaine on the other hand, adored winter far too much for a normal person.
"Okay, no." Kurt said, staring up at Blaine. There was no way they were going to play in the snow. Kurt Hummel preferred the sand, while it was hot out, and he looked fabulous. Right now he was bundled up in a puffy winter jacket, freezing, and his hair was an absolute train-wreck.
"I'm sorry, you have no say in the matter." Blaine teased, nearing closer to the large mound of snow mere meters away. Kurt let out a loud scream, trying to kick his way out of Blaine's grip as he plowed nearer to the snow.
"I'm serious!" Kurt cried, just as Blaine had thrown both of them into the large pile of snow. Kurt gasped as it covered his face. He struggled hopelessly with the little bit of snow covering him, feeling as though he were drowning. He felt Blaine's hand pull him out of the mound, and soon enough he had surfaced.
"You okay?" Blaine sniggered, watching Kurt stand up and shake the snow out of his hair hopelessly.
"You!" Kurt yelled, trying to look angry with his hands on his hips, but smiling despite himself. "You are evil!"
"Oh please, you had fun!" Blaine said. Kurt didn't know whether this was true or not. Jumping in the snow was sort of fun...But it had also ruined his hair. No, the bad definitely outweighed the good. He pulled his chin up in the air, and walked away as briskly as he could. "You're just upset I would beat you in a snowball fight!" Kurt turned around, and stared at Blaine, with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh please, I could take you!" Kurt teased, knowing this wasn't true. He had never even had a snowball fight before. Blaine stood up with his arms wide open.
"Bring it on, Hummel!" He laughed. Kurt's competitive nature boiled up in him as he sprinted head first into Blaine. For once in his life he was grateful he had made the football team. Blaine was disarmed by the fact that Kurt had done something athletic, other than dancing, and was thrown back into the mound helplessly.
"I told you so!" Kurt giggled, as Blaine reemerged from the depths of the pile, laughing. He tried to get up, but Kurt straddled him, keeping him cushioned on the mound.
"You're good." Blaine said, staring up at Kurt. He wouldn't admit that it was kind of a turn on, seeing Kurt take control and strap him down like this. He stopped himself before his mind got too out of hand. There was a snowball fight to win here.
"Hey, no!" Kurt yelled helplessly as Blaine speedily grabbed a pile of snow and thew it at Kurt's arm. The porcelain boy stood up and ran away, fearing another attack.
"Come back, I wasn't done!" Blaine screamed, chuckling. He created another snowball and threw it at Kurt's head, completely ruining his hair.
"Do you realize what you just did?" Kurt yelled, doubling over with laughter and trying to fix his hair.
"I believe I just beat you-" He tried to respond, before an icy ball hit him straight in the neck. He ran towards Kurt at full speed, and tackled him to the ground. Their fall was cushioned, and they laughed in each others faces for a good minute.
"You were right, this is fun." Kurt giggled, Blaine's flushed face inches from his. It was then that he realized they were on top of each other. Blaine noticed Kurt's face turn red, but it could have been just because he was cold.
"You freezing, or what?" He asked the small boy, nuzzling their noses.
"Very. Care to warm me up?" He suggested, smiling at how cheesy he sounded. Blaine couldn't care less and pressed his frozen lips against Kurt's, feeling blood rush to them progressively. The soprano wrapped his arms around his boyfriends waist, and flipped them over, Blaine on the bottom now. The kiss was not broken, and only became deeper. Their tongues snaked across each other in synchronized movement. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart.
"Woah, there!" Blaine said breathlessly, panting. "I'm taking you out to play in the cold more often." Kurt snorted, and discretely grabbed a bit of snow from beside him. He squeezed it hard, packing it into a jagged ball.
"Guess what?" Kurt asked, shifting his arm closer to Blaine's face.
"What?" He asked, curious.
"I won!" Kurt giggled, throwing the snowball right onto Blaine's cheek. He was immediately thrown off of him and Blaine charged at Kurt, hugging him around the middle.
"You little monster!" He gasped. Kurt stroked the snow off of Blaine's cheek, and ruffled his hair so that snowflakes fell onto his face. Blaine's face turned thoughtful. "I've never seen you so happy."
"I don't know if I've ever been this happy." He admitted, grinning. Blaine tightened his grip on him, and moved his fingers down to Kurt's stomach. He unzipped his jacket, and reached inside to tickle Kurt's middle.
"Aha! Your weakness!" Blaine screamed triumphantly as Kurt screamed and flailed, trying to get out of his boyfriends grasp. He was unbelievably ticklish.
"If you don't stop I'll hurt you!" Kurt threatened, tears of laughter streaming down his bright eyes. Blaine raised his eyebrows mischievously and continued to attack his small friend. Kurt was overcome with laughter, and his knee jerked up sharply in protest.
"OH GOD!" Blaine screamed. Kurt looked at his suddenly pained expression curiously.
"You okay?" He asked, a little worried. Blaine's face grew even redder.
"You just kicked me in the nads!" He choked, voice hoarse. He doubled over, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"I'm so sorry!" Kurt screamed, laughing wildly. He pulled Blaine up and wrapped his arms around his waist. They stood there, laughing until they cried for several minutes, before returning to a war-like snowball battle.
For the next hour, countless kisses, tackles, and icy snowballs were exchanged. Kurt was shocked to learn that maybe he didn't mind the cold so much after all.
..._...
Burt sat in the living room with Carole, her head resting on his shoulder.
"You think they're okay? Movie should have ended a half hour ago." Carole whispered, sincerely hoping Kurt would be back soon. Burt placed a kiss on the top of her head reassuringly.
"Look at the weather, I'm surprised they didn't just turn back on the way there. They'll be late." He wouldn't let himself become worried. Kurt knew how to take care of himself. Then, as if Carole's prayers were answered, the front door opened.
"Yay!" She sang, lighting up. She loved her boys. That was what Kurt and Blaine had become; her boys. Finn was the only son she would ever have, but there was something special about those two that she loved.
"Shh, I wan't to eavesdrop." Burt said, unashamed. Carole smiled at her husbands protectiveness. They could faintly hear Kurt and Blaine from the front entrance.
"Thanks for lending me your shirt." Kurt laughed, sounding elated.
"Yours was so soaked!" Blaine chuckled in response.
"My hairs a mess now..." Burt heard his son reply. Of course Kurt would worry about his hair. There was no escaping it.
"Don't worry, you're beautiful." Blaine's voice got soft, and Carole squealed.
"Aw!" She cooed, smiling at her husband. They heard Kurt giggle tenderly, at a high pitch. Burt felt his heart leap, he had never heard Kurt laugh like that before. After a few seconds, the two boys stepped into the house and passed infront of the living room. They stopped when they saw Burt and Carole wrapped up on the couch staring at them.
"What did you two do?" Burt asked, raising his eyebrows at the pair of them. They were both utterly soaked, and smiling wider than two kids in a candy store. Kurt's face was flushed, and he was grinning as though his face would break. Carole noted Blaine's arm right around the smaller boys waist and smiled. Her boys were happy. All four of them.
"We never made it to the movie, so we had a snowball fight." Kurt said, smile reaching his eyes. Blaine laughed and ruffled the younger boy's already ruined hair.
"Didn't think you were the type, kid." Burt said, knowing Kurt hated the snow. His son shrugged.
"You two better take off your sweaters so that I can throw them in the wash later. Bring up the rest of your stuff when you're dry and changed. We don't need you sick for Christmas." Carole said, looking overwhelmingly motherly. Blaine did as he was told, and pulled his sweater off, insisting on bringing it down to the laundry room for her. She wouldn't have it, and stood up to take it from his unwilling hands.
"One second..." Kurt mumbled, unbuttoning his cardigan. He finally got it off and handed it to Carole. She was about to turn away to get the wet clothing out of her hands, when something caught her eye. Kurt had a while v-neck on, which clung tightly to his skin. It was see-through as the snow had drenched it.
"Kurt, is that a bruise?" She asked, clearly seeing a haze of purple splattered on his shoulders, and stomach. Burt narrowed his eyes, before noticing the marks too.
"What the hell happened to you?" He asked, suddenly worried. He stood up and walked towards his son. Kurt looked confused for a few seconds, before realizing what his parents were talking about.
He still had bruises from when Karofsky had attacked him.
Helpless, he stared at Blaine, extraordinarily pale. His heart leaped in his chest, and terror engulfed him. He wasn't ready for this. There was no way he was telling them what had happened, but he couldn't hide it any longer. They had found him out.
"Kurt..." Blaine murmured, reaching forward to intertwine their hands. He gave him a hard squeeze. "Tell them."
A/N: Why did I end it here? Because I'm mean! Mwahaha. :] New chapter should be up in a day or so! School's over now so you can all stop worrying about insane gaps between chapters. Hope you guys liked it. Please review! You have no idea how much it means to me. You all help me through tough days (: