Chapter 22

"Wait, I'm confused..." Blaine broke the comfortable silence that they had been lying in for the last 15 minutes. "I thought you said your parents were away until Saturday night?" He moved to support himself on his elbow and looked at Kurt who was lying to the right of him.

"Yeah, what are you confused about?"

"Well didn't you say that your step-mom was doing laundry?"

Kurt furrowed his brow as he thought back, "oh yeah, well I didn't see her, I just assumed she was because I heard the washing machine go on and her and I are the only ones who use it..."

"So if it wasn't her and it wasn't you then..?"

It took about 3 seconds for it to hit Kurt, "FINN! SHIT."

The boy was out of bed like a shot and pulling on his boxers as he wrenched the door open. Blaine followed him out of the door as he pulled his own underwear on and ran down the stairs after his boyfriend. Sprinting to the laundry room at the back of the house, Kurt yanked open the door to see his step-brother earnestly pressing every button on the washing machine while fighting through the soap suds which were pouring out of the front. The scene would have been quite comical if the bubbles hadn't been spreading out so fast, mountaining on the floor around the tallest boy's waist as he looked up despairingly at the two teenagers who had just entered.

"Help?"

Kurt made his way further into the room, fighting his way through the suds as Blaine watched from the doorway. Finn pressed hard on the door of the machine trying to contain the expanding mass of foam from escaping any more. As Kurt got to the teenager he moved around the back of him and crouched in the bubbles surrounding them. Reaching behind the machine he felt around to find a small switch which he flicked. The whining and banging sounds halted, the lights on the display faded and Finn let out a sigh of relief.

"Why did you think you could do laundry Finn? Have you ever even been in this room before?!" Kurt half yelled at the sheepish looking boy in front of him. "I just needed a shirt for tonight but I didn't have any clean ones, I didn't think it would be that hard."

"Well it isn't that hard if you know what you're doing and you read the instructions on the packet," he replied indignantly as he held up the empty box of washing power.

"I know, I know, just thank you for saving me bro, I owe you one." He said looking up from his feet and took in his step-brother's appearance for the first time.

Finn's eyes went wide before he averted them where they fell on Blaine leaning against the door frame. He looked back at the floor again as the curly haired boy sniggered. "I don't even want to know what you two were doing," he asked, suddenly finding his laces extremely interesting.

"We weren't doing anything, but we had been fu-" Blaine started but was interrupted by the taller boy. "La-la-la-la-la I don't want to know," he said covering his ears.

"Oh my God Finn, people have sex! Get a grip!" Kurt yelled throwing the empty washing power box at the teen in front of him. "Yeah I know but you're my brother, it's weird."

Kurt let out a sigh of frustration and decided to let the topic pass. "You need to wait for all these bubbles to disappear and the lay some towels down to mop up the moisture. Where are you even going tonight that you needed a shirt for anyway?"

"The party, y'know, it starts in like an hour and a half," Finn replied looking at his watch.

Kurt's eyes went wide, "shit I forgot! Blaine put some clothes on."

"Err, I don't have anything clean, you splattered quite far and now they have stains on them because they were next to use on the bed..." Blaine moved out of the doorway as Finn made a speedy exit before he heard anymore.

"Well go home and get some, I need you back here in half an hour." Kurt made is way passed his boyfriend out into the kitchen.

"You need me, huh babe?" Blaine smirked, folding his arms.

"Yes, to help set up for the party," the brunette replied sternly.

"Ok, ok babe, see you in 30." He walked over to Kurt and pulled him into a searing kiss, dipping his fingers under the waist band of the boy's underwear. Before he could get much further, there was a yell from the door way as Finn entered and immediately retreated back the way he had come in. Kurt buried his head in Blaine's neck for a second, leaving a lingering kiss there before pulling away and stepping back slightly. "Go on, go. See you in half an hour."

An hour before the glee club were due to arrive, the doorbell to the Hudson-Hummel house rang. Kurt made his way from the living room where he was connecting the large stereo to some speakers to the front door to greet his boyfriend. Blaine was standing in black skinny jeans, combat boots and a fitted gray v-necked t-shirt, his dark navy biker jacket in one hand and his car keys in the other. "Hey sexy, you're not changed yet, unless you're partying like that which I won't argue against." He took in Kurt's appearance. Since Blaine had left he had only pulled on a grey printed t-shirt which he had left on the bathroom floor and picked up out of convenience. He blushed and pulled the hem down a bit to try and conceal his boxers which he was still wearing from earlier. "Shut up, I just haven't had time yet." He turned and walked into the kitchen. He would have stayed and flirted but he had more to do and just under an hour left. "Do something usefully and help get the drinks out while I get ready." He called behind him. Blaine followed him into the kitchen and put his jacket down on one of the bar stools. "I'll be ten minutes," Kurt said as he moved out of the room and Blaine watched his ass as he climbed the stairs.

Kurt arrived downstairs just over ten minutes later and hurried back into the kitchen. Blaine was twirling around on one of the stools next to a sea of bottles. He stopped when he saw the boy enter. The brunette was dressed in black skin tight jeans that didn't leave much to the imagination –not that Blaine needed to imagine, he knew that Kurt was extremely equip – a dark blue tailored shirt with the top couple of buttons undone and calf length black boots. "Wow babe, I was hoping you would wear the shorts but this is still turning me on." Kurt bit his lip to hide his happiness that his outfit got the desired reaction. Blaine hopped of the stool and slid his hands around the boy's hips, pulling him close. "I debated wearing the shorts but I thought I'd wait for when we're alone so that way I can put on a performance for you."

Blaine groaned audibly, "I'm holding you to that y'know," he said as he began to kiss down Kurt's neck. "Na-ah, no, we still have things to do and we only have 35 minutes," the taller boy said wiggling out of Blaine's grasp. He surveyed the bench behind the curly haired boy, "where did all this alcohol come from?"

"I brought it. Puck said you were a slutty drunk so I wanted to make sure I got to see that," Blaine grinned. "Puck hasn't even seen me drunk," Kurt replied shaking his head, "I could be an angry drunk for all he knows."

"Well I would still like to find out anyway. You're sexy when you're angry y'know."

Kurt raised an eyebrow sternly at him before pushing his phone into the boy's hand. "Just order the pizza."