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Chapter 10:
To say that Blaine was feeling uncomfortable was an understatement. He sat squashed against the passenger side door of Puck's truck while the Mohawked jock and Sam seemed to snuggle into Kurt who was sitting between them while at the same time pushing him farther into the door. Whether it was the heat trapped inside the confined space inside the truck's cabin or that he was trapped between the two brutes, the beautiful countertenor had turned an adorable shade of red that made Blaine wish he was the one who had put it there.
Opening the door and stumbling out as soon as the truck parked outside the Hudmel residence, Blaine was finally able to take a breath while he waited for Kurt to get out between the jocks so he could finally have some proper one on one time with the beautiful boy. Although it seemed the jocks were intent in ruining his night as both of them got out of the truck and followed Kurt all the way to the front porch without the countertenor realizing.
Kurt turned around cocking a questioning eyebrow when he noticed the two football players standing on his front porch.
"And where do the two of you think you're going?" asked Kurt, looking directly at the boys, his gaze never wavering.
"Uh.,." started Puck, swallowing hard trying to come up with a buyable answer that would explain their insistence on not leaving the garbler alone with Kurt that didn't make them sound like possessive asses.
"We thought that since Blaine is spending the night we could too," said Sam, looking in Kurt's direction but avoiding meeting the young countertenor's eyes.
"And what makes you think that's a good idea?" Kurt asked, giving him a look that said he thought the total opposite.
"'Cause of your dad," replied Sam, saying the first thing that came into his mind.
Puck looked at him as if he had just grown a second head and Kurt just raised his eyebrow again as if what Sam had just said further justified the beautiful brunette's point.
"I mean... I think your dad would be a little more comfortable having a bunch of your friends sleep over rather that just one boy that you went out on a date with might I add," finished Sam, hoping that Kurt would catch the bait and invite them to spend the night too.
A thoughtful expression appeared on Kurt's face while he seemed to consider Sam's words. "I guess you do have a point, I'll ask my dad and we'll what he says," Kurt finally answered as he walked into his home, leaving the front door wide open for all of them to follow him in.
Sam tried to ignore the murderous glare Blaine was shooting him as he stomped his way between the two jocks, following Kurt into the house.
"Way to think on your feet dude," said Puck excitedly, clapping Sam's back. "Told you we'd make a killer team," continued the Mohawk with a devilish grin lighting up his face.
"Now we can make sure the hobbit doesn't do anything to the princess and we get to sleep in the same room with him. It's a win-win."
Once inside, Kurt made his way to his parents' room to ask if the other boys could spend the night too and to get sheets, blankets, and pillows for them to sleep on.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" yelled Finn in an irritated tone, feeling annoyed at seeing two more of his rivals standing in his living room. He had come down with the intention of telling Blaine not to try anything funny tonight, but instead finding his home filled with all of Kurt's suitors.
"Not visiting you, that's for sure," said Puck from behind the couch, returning a matching glare in Finn's direction.
Light footsteps where heard coming down the stairs as Kurt appeared carrying arms full of bedding. "My dad said it's alright for you guys to spend the night as long as you've got your parents' permission," Kurt said airily, handing some of the blankets to Sam who had come to the foot of the stairs to help him.
"Wait, what? Burt is letting you have three teenage boys sleep over?" Finn asked incredulously.
"Yes he is Finn. It might be a new concept to you but my dad actually trusts me. Anyway this is none of your concern."
As if summoned by the mere mention of his name, Burt Hummel made his way down the steps.
"What's all this commotion?" asked Burt looking directly at his son.
"Is it true that you are letting Kurt have all these boys over?" inquired Finn, not allowing the young countertenor a chance to respond.
"Well yes," Burt said, giving Finn a measuring glance before turning towards his son.
"But when you asked if a couple of friends could sleep over, I assumed it would be Mercedes and Rachel or Tina. You never mentioned anything about them being boys," finished Burt, glancing around his living room and taking in all the boys in it.
The short one seemed harmless, no worries there. The blond one seemed just like Kurt's type which might be a problem, but he remembered him from a couple of times Finn had had him over he seemed like a nice kid. Finally his eyes rested on Mohawk and he felt his stomach churn. He also seemed like the type of boy Kurt would go for but the careless expression and matching glare Mohawk was throwing back at him reminded him a little too much of himself at that age, which meant trouble. And wasn't he the kid that knocked up Finn's ex?
"I truly am sorry I wasn't more specific Dad, but I really don't see how big of a difference this makes. Can they just stay? Please Dad?" asked Kurt, turning on his best sad puppy eyes.
"Fine," Burt scoffed, "but you have to go to your room until I call you down while I have a little chat with your friends," pronouncing friends with a sickly sweetness that made all the boys gulp. "No buts buddy. I'm already allowing them to stay, so you let me talkto them unless you want me to change my mind," said Burt, knowing his son was about to protest.
"Fine," mumbled Kurt as he made his way back up the stairs.
"Now why don't you boys have a seat?" said Burt with a wide smile, loving the look of terror on all three boys' faces.
"I saw the way you all were looking at my Kurt; I know that look. By God I've given that look!" the older man started. "And I gotta say: I don't like it one bit. Now I'm not saying you guys can't pursue Kurt. What I'm saying is that if you are going after Kurt thinking that he is pretty, lonely enough and that makes him an easy lay and that you don't even have to worry about getting him pregnant, you better leave now. I know my son, know how strong and independent he is, and that he doesn't want nor need my protection. But just because he doesn't need it doesn't mean I'm not gonna take out one of my shotguns or my flamethrower and take care of business," continued Burt his gaze strong on all the boys. "Now keep in mind I own an auto shop and got contacts in plenty of junkyards that would ask me no questions if I need to dispose of something. Are we clear?" asked Burt as his eyes scanned the room, loving the frightened looks in all the boys as they nodded in agreement until his eyes landed on Finn who was standing there looking smug.
"Glad you all see it my way. Good night boys," said the older man, making his way back up to his room.
"Oh, and all of that goes for you too Finn," yelled Burt from halfway up the stairs, erasing any trace of smugness from the tall jock's face.
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