Chapter 16
The two boys looked at each other for a moment before either moved. Blaine picked up both of their shirts, threw his own over his head and then proceeded to dress Kurt. Kurt didn't know if this was a loving action or just an excuse for Blaine to run his hands along his body. "Do we really have to go down there or can we just stay up here and finish off?" Blaine asked but Kurt just rolled his eyes. "Come on, or my dad will get even more angry," he said, leading the way down the stairs and towards the living room. His dad sat in the corner in an armchair and watched the boys sternly as they sat down next to each other on the sofa.
Burt's lips were pressed in a firm line as he took in their messy hair, slightly swollen lips and the few small red marks that littered Kurt's neck. Both boys sat in silence as they wait for Burt to speak first. Blaine was slouched back while Kurt sat straight backed, staring at the carpet.
"So, Kurt, who is this?" Burt's voice was polite but unwavering, his eyes set on Blaine with an air of distaste. "Blaine Anderson, I just transferred here" Blaine answered for him when Kurt didn't speak. There was something Burt didn't like about this kid; just the fact that he couldn't see both of his hands made him think that he was touching is son again. "And is Blaine your boyfriend?" The question was again address to Kurt. "Err," he looked over to Blaine who just blinked at him, no expression on his face. "I don't know," Kurt's voice was just above a whisper but could still be heard clearly in the silent room. Burt looked as if he was about to say something but Blaine chimed in before he could. "Yes," he said, suddenly sitting up and wrapping one arm around Kurt's waist, "I am his boyfriend."
Burt looked between the Blaine and his son, trying to figure out what the boy's angle was. He nodded once, "and what I saw upstairs... is that the first time... anything like that has happened?" "Oh you mean have we had sex?" Blaine supplied innocently. "Yer, we've have." Kurt blushed beside him. "And it was very good, I have to say," Blaine added as an end note which mad Kurt turn from Eosin Pink to Crimson. Blaine smirked and Burt frowned. "You'd better watch what you say Anderson, I keep a shotgun under my bed." Blaine put his hands up and bowed his head in acknowledgment at this, before returning his arm to Kurt's waist.
Burt coughed gruffly, "right, well from now on, you two better keep the door open if you're up in Kurt's room, " both teens nodded, "and I don't know how it is in your house Blaine, but I do not want the two of you to do anything inappropriate under my roof, ok? And if you do end up doing something then make sure you use protect, alright?" They nodded again and Burt seemed satisfied enough. "Is Blaine staying for dinner?" he asked Kurt.
"If that's ok," he said looking between them as they both nodded.
"That's fine with me, Carole will be here in about 10 minutes so I take it you'll be helping her like usual?" Kurt nodded for a third time. "Good, you can go now," he said and remained seated as he watched Blaine stand up first, take Kurt's hand in his own and walk out of the room.
It wasn't until they were back in Kurt's bedroom that they spoke. "Why did you say I was your boyfriend?" Kurt asked as he pushed the door so it was only ajar. Blaine had taken a seat in his desk chair and looked confused by Kurt's question. "Is that not what you want? I thought you would be the type to want a relationship rather than a fuck buddy, but I can go down and tell your dad that you've changed your mind if you want?"
Kurt stood looking at him, "well you're right, but from what I've heard, this isn't a normal relationship. All you do is constantly try and get in my pants and most of the time, that's where you end up." Blaine nodded in understanding, "but is this what you actually want? A relationship? Because from the persona you give off, I would have thought that you wouldn't..." Kurt looked at the floor and played with the beads of carpet between his feet with his toes.
Blaine thought for a moment. "I don't really know what I want to be honest. But I know what you want, and I want you." Kurt looked up at him and Blaine gestured for him to come over. He pulled the boy onto him lap causing Kurt to squeak as he didn't expect it, and Blaine nuzzled his cheek into Kurt's chest. "What I also know is that I want as much sex with you as I can get," he continued and Kurt slapped him playfully, "and if half an hour ago was anything to go by, I know that you want just as much sex too," he winked at him and Kurt buried his head in Blaine's shoulder.
"Ok, ok, but you have to promise to behave a dinner. First impressions are important and I don't think you gave my dad the best one." Blaine shrugged but Kurt glared him out.
"Fine, fine, I'll try my best," he said, "it's not my fault that you're so irresistible." He placed a needy kiss on the boy's lips before Kurt heard the front door open and close downstairs signalling Carole's arrival. He pulled away from Blaine who pouted at the loss of contact. Kurt laughed at his expression, "come on, you can help me make dinner," he got up and Blaine immediately latched onto him by catching his fingers to the back of Kurt's jeans by the belt loops. He didn't let go as they made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen. When they stopped in the room he rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, still not letting go.
"Hey Carole, this is Blaine," he said to his step-mother, "my boyfriend." Wow that felt weird. 'My boyfriend' he repeated in his head; yep that would defiantly take some getting used to. Carole smiled warmly at the boy behind him and introduced herself again. "Hi Blaine, I'm Kurt's step-mom, Carole."
"Are you going to let go of me so I can help?" Kurt asked Blaine who shook his head, not saying a word. "Well then, you won't be getting any food," he said and Blaine hesitated for a moment before letting Kurt slip from his grasp. Carole giggled in the corner as she watched their interaction. Kurt raised an eyebrow at her but she didn't say anything.
Blaine took a seat on one of the bar stools at the island in the centre of the kitchen and watched Kurt as he moved around to help prepare dinner. Well, maybe he wasn't exactly watching Kurt; he was watching his ass in those tight jeans. About an hour later, dinner was ready and Kurt called Blaine over to help him carry some things through to set the table. "Can you take this through to the other room please?" Kurt asked, handing him a bowl of salad.
"Only if you walk in front of me beautiful," he said taking the object. Kurt rolled his eyes and strutted off at a fast pace so Blaine had to jog to catch him up so he could unashamedly stare at his ass some more. When the two of them got back to the kitchen Carole went to call the others. Blaine took the opportunity of being alone to slide his hands into the back pockets of Kurt's jeans and pull him into a kiss. The kiss went on for longer than expected and was only interrupted by a small cough from the door way. The teenagers broke apart to see Carole grinning at them. "Come on boys," she said and they followed her out of the room.
As they entered to room Carole slapped Finn's hand away from picking at the chicken. He looked up to see them coming in a frowned. "What's Blaine doing here?" he asked watching them as they sat down side by side. "Do you know Kurt's boyfriend, Finn?" Burt asked from the head of the table and Finn gaped. "Boyfriend?" he asked staring from Kurt to Blaine and back again.
"Yes, boyfriend Finn," Kurt said without hesitation. Finn continued to stare.
"What's the matter Finn?" asked Burt. Kurt gave Finn a sharp kick under the table and the taller boy seemed to get the message, "oh, err, nothing, he just, I just didn't know."
Dinner went almost without a hitch. The only points of trouble were when Blaine started rubbing his socked foot up Kurt's leg which made Kurt gasp and the whole table stared at him. The other point was when Burt asked about Blaine's parents. There was an awkward silence before Blaine simply said that he didn't want to talk about them and Kurt let out a small sigh of relief as they all got on with their meal.
Blaine left shortly after dinner was over, but not before he had had quite a heavy make-out session with Kurt standing in the hall way. Kurt eventually pushed him off after Blaine had been sucking on his neck for about two minutes straight and bid him goodnight. Kurt watched him walk out to his bike and closed the door with a huge smile on his face.