Chapter 15
The rest of the school day went by like a blur. Kurt's only interaction with Blaine during lesson time was when he text him to meet him by his car after school and he could follow him home. Finn was thankfully staying on after school for soccer practice so he didn't have to deal with him questioning Blaine's presence in their house. Kurt did love Finn – not it the same way he had two years ago, he loved him in a brotherly way now – but it could get rather annoying when he treated Kurt like a his little brother who had to be kept safe.
When the final bell rang, Kurt was out of the main door like a flash. To his surprise, Blaine was already leaning against his car, cigarette between his fingers, watching him make his way over. Kurt knew that he had probably skipped class to be here this early but he wasn't going to question it. Before Kurt could say anything however, a shill voice came from behind him. "Anderson!" Both boys looked over to see Mrs Kemp, one of the English teachers striding towards them. "What on earth do you think you are doing?" Kurt watched as Blaine's expression changed from confusion to realisation. "Oh, sorry, did you want a drag?" he asked politely, offering the cigarette to her. She did not find this amusing. "Mr Anderson, I am sure that you are very aware that we have a strict no smoking policy at this school, if I were you I would get rid of that immediately before I put you in detention!"
Blaine raised his eyebrow suggestively. "Is that just an opportunity to get me alone?" He waited for a reply. "No, it most certainly isn't," she said indignantly. He smirked, threw the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it with the toe of his boot. "Well, you know where I am if you want to give me 'detention'," he smirked as he made quotation marks with his fingers as he said the last word. She turned on her heel and walked away, head held high as Kurt bit back a laugh.
Blaine watched her go and turned to Kurt. "Shall we go then gorgeous?" he asked and Kurt nodded. He unlocked his car and got in the driver's seat, turning the key in the engine. Looking in the rear-view mirror he could see Blaine pulling a helmet over his curls and watched him mount his bike, kicking it to life. Kurt pulled out of the parking lot and Blaine kept closely on his tale all the way home.
When they reached Kurt's house, Blaine parked up behind him and got off the bike as the other boy unlocked the door. "Are your parents home?" Blaine questioned as they walked through the front door, toed off their shoes and went into the kitchen. "Not yet," he replied, "my dad is working late and my step-mom won't be back for another hour, do you want anything to eat?" He went over to the counter and picked an apple out of the fruit bowl as a pair of arms wound themselves around his waist from behind. "Are you on the menu beautiful?" He asked as he began to kiss the back of Kurt's neck.
"I'm not food Blaine," Kurt replied as he leant back into his touch. There was something he found irresistible about the sensation of Blaine's wet lips on his neck. "But you taste so good..." he whispered as he spun the boy around to face him. He moved forward and pressed him into the counter, his lips less than an inch away from Kurt's but not touching. Kurt licked his own lips subconsciously.
Kurt was the one to initiate the kiss this time. He pushed forward and planted his lips firmly on the other boy's. He cupped the boy's cheek as the hands tighten around his waist and snuck under his shirt to rest on the small of his back. The kiss became more heated as Blaine picked him up so he was able to sit on the countertop behind him and he was able to stand between his parted legs. He hands moved around to his hips and played on the skin under is shirt there as Kurt knotted his hands in Blaine's hair. Their tongues battled together as Blaine rolled his hips into his half-hard cock and he took a sharp breath in through his nose.
They broke apart; both breathing deeply, "Is this your method of making it up to me?" asked Kurt quietly. He closed his eyes as Blaine leaned forward to ghost him lips over Kurt's. "It's the best way I know how," he whispered before leaning in and nibbling on his earlobe gently. "Shall we take this upstairs?" Kurt didn't reply, but simply slid down off the countertop, took Blaine's hand in his and led him up to his bedroom. There was no-one home so he didn't bother locking the door.
Blaine took the lead this time, walking Kurt backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bed. Neither said a word as he sat back on it and Blaine climbed on too, straddling him. Blaine crawled forward and Kurt shuffled down the bed until he was laying with him head on the pillows. Blaine began to undo the buttons at the top of Kurt's polo shirt and he leaned up so he could slip it over his head. Kurt removed Blaine's grey t-shirt and threw it onto the floor along with his own. They looked into each other's eyes for a long second before Blaine leant down to capture the boy's lips in a gentle kiss.
From there on Kurt couldn't get enough. He opened his mouth in invitation for Blaine's tongue to explore as he gripped onto his hair. As Blaine caressed Kurt's tongue with his own, Kurt began to suck on it tenderly. Blaine moaned into his mouth and the kiss got more and more heated as he moved his hands from resting either side of Kurt's torso to undo the boy's jeans. The boy below rocked up into his touch and pressed his straining erection into Blaine's and he let out a shaky groan.
At that moment, the door to Kurt's room was opened. "Hey Kurt I left work earl-" he stopped mid-sentence at the sight before him. His son was laying on his back on the bed with some random boy on top him who had his hands stuck down Kurt's pants, both shirtless and making out. The two boys had frozen when Burt entered, not know quite how to hide what was going on. Blaine was the first one in the room to come to his senses. "Hello, you must be Kurt's father," he said as he was commenting on the weather.
"What the hell are you doing?" Burt suddenly roared and that was enough to knock Kurt back to his own senses. He quickly pushed Blaine off himself and zipped up his jeans, which was pretty difficult due to his rock-hard cock which hadn't gone down yet. "It's ok dad..."
"I will be the one to decide whether it is ok or not! Now both of you; get dressed and come downstairs," he said turning and slammed the door behind him.