Chapter 17

Kurt wasn't woken by his alarm then next morning but by his phone buzzing on his night stand. He reached over and looked at the time on the display. It was only ten minutes before he would usually wake up so he wasn't too annoyed as he opened up the message.

B- Morning babe, wanna come back to mine after school and pick up where we left off? ;)

Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course Blaine would be thinking about sex this early in the morning. Luckily for him, Carole and his dad were flying to DC this afternoon for some congress thing and wouldn't be returning until late Saturday, which gave them nearly four days parent-free. There only instructions were no parties now that they had an empty house, neither Blaine nor Rachel could stay the night, and not to set anything on fire. The last was mainly directed at Finn, so Kurt had made him promise not to cook anything if there was no-one else around to smother the flames.

He replied to Blaine to tell him that he would meet him later and swung his legs off the bed to get up. His dad may have said that Blaine couldn't stay here, but he never said that he couldn't stay at Blaine's. He smiled to himself as he went to take a shower in his en suit.

When he got out of the shower he walked back into his room and opened the double doors to his closet. He pulled on a pair of black Calvin Klein's and surveyed his reflection in the mirror. The first thing his eyes were drawn to was the giant mass purple bruises on the left side of his neck. He trailed his fingers along them and sighed. He would defiantly need a scarf today. The hickey at the top of his thigh was still half visible under the line of his underwear but he paid it no heed. It wouldn't be visible when he put his pants on anyway. He ran a finger across his stomach and watched it dip in between his abs. Being on the Cheerios had started his body to develop and turned his figure into one of a lean athlete, and had remained that way since he quit because he tried to keep up his level of fitness.

He leaned into his closet and pulled out the pair of Banana Republic jeans he had bought at the weekend. They were dark purple with a white paint handprint design up the back. When he had bought them Rachel had commented that they looked like someone with white paint on their hands had groped him but he didn't care what she thought. He pulled them on and added an un-collared grey shirt with short sleeves, wrapped a blue Alexander McQueen scarf around his neck and checked himself in the mirror.

He then folded some extra clothes and put them in a duffel bag. If he was staying with Blaine then he would not be turning up to school in the same clothes two day in a row, thank you very much. After styling his hair, he picked up is school bag and the duffel and headed downstairs.

As Finned pulled the car out of the drive he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't. This look didn't disappear so Kurt questioned it. "Do you want to say something Finn?" he enquired looking at the taller boy with his eyebrows creased. "Err, yer, I just wanted to let you know that Rachel is coming round tomorrow night, but please don't tell mom and Burt." His face was pleading but Kurt just laughed. "Don't worry; I won't, as long as you don't tell them that I'm going to Blaine's tonight."

"Whoa, dude, are you sure that's a good idea?" Finn seemed shocked by this, "I mean you know that Rachel and I won't be having sex because she hasn't won that award yet, but Blaine, he... you're my little brother and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Ok Finn, number one; just because you're taller doesn't not make you older than me, I was born first. And two; don't worry about trying to keep my virtue safe, seriously, there's no need." Kurt shook his head and he turned to look at the road out of the front of the car. Other than the sound of the radio, the rest of the journey was silent.

Both boys got out of the car in the parking lot and went over to where the rest of the glee club where standing. The un-seasonably warm weather and lack of rain had meant that a lot of the students had taken to waiting outside to meet their friends as oppose to going into the non-air-conditioned corridors. They joined the circle of performers. "So Furt," Puck began, addressing the two of them, "I hear your parents are out of town? Party at yours this Friday?" Kurt sighed.

"No way Noah, I'm not letting you anywhere near our house if you are not one hundred percent sober," he stated bluntly.

"So you'll think about it?" Puck hadn't taken in anything Kurt just said. He looked around at the other member who all looked like they really wanted him to say yes.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

"Awesome, I'll bring the booze," Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I said I'll think about it Noah," he was about to say something more when he was distracted by a strong pair of arms snaking themselves around his waist from behind and warm head resting itself on his shoulder. "What are you going to think about beautiful?" Blaine's voice was rough and Kurt instantly got a whiff of cigarette smoke when he spoke.

"Party at Kurt and Finn's on Friday," Puck supplied, "are you up for it? I'm pretty sure Hummel's a slutty drunk so..." Kurt glared at him.
"Sure," Blaine said, "alcohol and sex? I'm in."
"See Hummel, now your boyfriend's coming you have to do it," Puck prompted a confirmation.
"I said I'd think about it Noah!"

"Don't you like parties' babe?" Blaine asked, "I thought you enjoyed the party in my bed on Monday? It sure sounded like you did." Kurt blushed.
"Get some Hummel!" Puck nodded, impressed.
"Wanky," Santana grinned.
Kurt glowered at them and saw Mercedes, Tina, Mike, Artie and Quinn all exchanging money. He stared at them indignantly. "I don't even want to know what you bet on," he said shaking his exasperatedly.

The bell rang from inside the building and the students milling around started to head into the school. Blaine moved around to the side of Kurt and he looked at him. The curly haired boy brought his hands up to cup Kurt's cheeks as he pulled him into a kiss. Catcalls and whoops erupted from the group as he pulled him closer and their lips moved together passionately. Blaine pulled away first, "I'll see you later sexy," he said and leaned in for a quicker, more chaste kiss. He then swiftly pulled Kurt's scarf from around his neck, causing a few of the glee clubbers to gasp at the mass of hickies that were revealed. Before Kurt could protest Blaine quickly walked off and disappeared into the crowd with it in his hand. Kurt didn't have to look at his friends to see their expressions. "Don't say anything," he said in a sing-song voice which was stern at the same time and turned to follow the mass of teenagers meandering into the building.