Kurt set the coffee mug down on the nightstand. For a moment the steam rising from the cup distracted him as it brushed across his hand.
"That smells good." Blaine murmured and shifted in the bed until he was facing Kurt. Black curls fell across his eyes; he was going to need another haircut soon. With a groan he sat up, and the sheet fell into his lap. "Hey you."
Kurt smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You passed out."
Blaine chuckled and reached for the coffee. "I can't help it," he shrugged. "You're just that sexy." Kurt blushed and let out a chuckle of his own. "Hey…" Blaine reached out to turn Kurt's face towards him. "I mean that."
"So you liked it then?" Kurt asked and couldn't help biting his lip. He'd been ready at the time, but now… after…
"Kurt…" Blaine sighed and put the cup down. Oh, no. This was his 'Giliw, stop worrying about things you can't control' face. Kurt hated this face, it usually meant Blaine was going to give him a heartfelt, slightly patronizing, speech about how, whatever the problem was, wasn't his fault.
"Save the speech." Kurt pleaded as Blaine got up on his knees and pulled Kurt around to face him. The sheet fell down and off Blaine completely, leaving him completely naked.
"You love the speeches." Blaine's warm hand smoothed down Kurt's bare shoulder.
"Not now." Kurt pouted. Blaine was a sucker for him whenever he pouted.
"Alright." He agreed. "But I will say that you don't need to keep worrying, giliw. I love you."
"I love you, too." He still got flutters in his chest when Blaine said that, and that he could say it back. He'd held it in for two months before Blaine totally surprised him and just said it while they were waiting for Mary to get out of dance lessons. He'd nearly choked on his own saliva.
Blaine kissed him softly. "By the way, giliw, I did like it. You're a natural." Warm lips pressed against Kurt's again, harder this time, and longer. Kurt's fingers found a home in Blaine's beautiful hair.
"Blaine…" Kurt moaned into his mouth, heat surging through him.
"Round two?" Blaine murmured, moving to Kurt's neck and the hickey he'd made earlier. Luckily it was December and scarves were perfectly acceptable. They tried to be careful, but it didn't always happen.
"No, as much as I want to, it's almost two o'clock. Mary'll be home soon." Kurt said but he didn't try to move Blaine off him.
"We don't have to go all the way again, just a quickie." Blaine pleaded, sucking with just the right amount of pressure. He was so good at that. "Please?" His breath was hot in Kurt's ear.
"Okay, but quick." Kurt caved and Blaine gently pushed him on his back.
"I can do that." Blaine promised. "I love Wednesdays." His lips trailed hotly down Kurt's chest. "Next week I want to do more, we'll get up earlier." Blaine promised. "I never get enough time with you."
"We get up at seven, there isn't any earlier. You know the rules, not while she's in the house." Kurt reminded him.
"Is there anyway I could get you to amend that rule? Or at least let me sleep over every once in a while?" Blaine pleaded, nipping at a nipple. "She won't ever know if we're quiet."
Kurt whined and wriggled. "Maybe, I'll think about it. Now stop talking about my daughter, you're ruing the mood."
"Sorry, Kurt." Blaine said and sucked Kurt's right hipbone harshly, licking over the spot. "I love you, giliw."
"I love you, too." Kurt huffed and tried to relax a little. He had an idea where Blaine was heading, and it always got him off much faster than he wanted. Kurt took a deep breath.
"Kurt, honey." Mercedes said. "You might want to fix your collar; I can see Blaine's teeth. He's got an impressive set of grinders, probably a dentist's wet dream.
Kurt blushed hotly and pulled his collar up. "Did I get it?"
"Yes." She grabbed the arm of his chair and spun him around. "I'm so happy for you, have I said that lately?"
"Only about ten minutes ago." Kurt shrugged.
"Still true." Mercedes nodded wisely. "So, you heard about that new position opening up? I think Linda'll put in a good word for you if you ask."
Kurt narrowed his eyes. "What about you?"
Mercedes shrugged. "I'll take your job if you go. As much as I love being you assistant, I'd rather move up a step. I don't have the proper experience for the position opening up anyway, I already checked."
"I'll look into it then." Kurt nodded. "I wonder if I'd be able to keep my hours if I got that job?"
"Probably, you've been on the same schedule for almost four years. They might not move you."
"I hope so."
"It's good to have you home for Christmas, kid." Burt said, clapping a hand on Kurt's shoulder as he was wrapping boxes in the living room. "I don't see nearly enough of you."
"It's good to come back." Kurt said. There was a point in his life where he'd never have thought those words would leave his mouth, but… here he was. "Um… thanks for having Blaine as well."
"No problem." Burt said. He rubbed Kurt's shoulders once and then went to sit. "I like him. He's good with Mary too, that's a plus."
"I know." Kurt smiled. Laughter echoed from the kitchen where Carole, Mary, and Blaine were making Christmas cookies.
"And he makes you happy. I haven't seen you smile like that in a long time, probably since before Mary was born. I missed it." Burt continued.
"Uncle Blaine!" Mary's high voice rang from the kitchen. "You're not supposed to put them in the oven until the trees are green! I need to put the sprinkles on."
"I'm sorry, baby." Blaine's voice was sheepish. "Hold on, don't touch the oven. I'll do it."
"Overprotective as well I see." Burt laughed.
Kurt shrugged. "He's still getting comfortable with her. He'll figure it out."
"Like you'd let her near the oven."
Kurt opened his mouth to defend himself but then shook his head. "True."
"I'm happy for you, Kurt." Burt said. "Here, let me take these. We really shouldn't be letting you do this." He grabbed a stack of boxes from the floor beside Kurt.
"It's alright. I like wrapping. Besides, most of it's for my daughter, correct?" Kurt asked with on eyebrow raised.
"Yeah." Burt laughed. "But I love spoiling my grandbaby."
"And she loves to be spoiled." Kurt held out a box Burt had missed.
"Speaking of grandbabies…" Burt trailed off and Kurt stopped.
"Yes?"
"Well…" Burt's hand made a circular motion, the 'tell me more' one. "Should I expect any more out of you eventually?"
The oven timer went off and Mary cheered.
Kurt gulped and turned back to stare at his wrapping paper. "We've… talked about it…"
"And?"
"We've only been dating four months."
"I'm not saying now." Burt sat down next to Kurt. "But… I've seen the way you two look at each other, I've heard you gush about him over the phone. And… he told me not to tell you about this, but he's been calling me for about two months now. He's a good kid, good head on his shoulders. Kurt, I think this is the real deal for you guys."
"He calls you?" Kurt was flabbergasted. He stared at his father.
Burt nodded and laughed. "I think he surprised himself more than me the first time he called, but… I don't know. He's a good kid, and I didn't hate talking to him. So he calls me every now and again. 'Strengthening the bond' he calls it. A bit weird, but he keeps me updated on the things you forget."
Blaine called his dad? Kurt shot a look towards the kitchen; he could just barely make out Blaine. He kept pacing back and forth in front of the part of the kitchen Kurt could see.
"So… what'd you guys end up deciding?" Burt asked, bringing Kurt back to the living room and the conversation.
"Um… we decided that… it's an option for us… maybe… one day." Kurt answered. "But we want to be married and living together first. His family's kind of conservative about some things. Kids out of wedlock when it's an option well… they wouldn't take it too well."
"They wouldn't have a problem with Mary would they?" Burt asked, his protective streak showing. Sometimes Kurt wondered where he got it from, but then he remembered his own father.
"No… she's an accident. And marrying Brittany would have been horrifying." Kurt shivered. "Blaine's already talked to them about her. They want to meet her actually. They'll be coming up for Easter to meet us. And Blaine's sister and brother-in-law are coming as well. They're bringing their son George so Mary's really excited."
"That's good then. You're meeting the in-laws."
Kurt blushed. "They're not the in-laws."
"Yet."
"Shh." Kurt shushed him. "We talked about marriage and kids hypothetically, don't talk so loud."
"Alright, I'll be quiet." Burt agreed. "I think I can finish the wrapping, why don't you go in the kitchen?"
"You wrap like a train wreck." Kurt deadpanned.
"Hey, I'm actually pretty good at this. Your mom taught me. I just did it bad because you loved doing it yourself so much. Now I got this, go spend some time with Carole."
Kurt laughed. "You're a crazy man. I love you, Dad."
"Love you too, kid."
"Don't forget to turn the light off when you go to sleep." Carole reminded him and yawned. "Good night, Kurt. Night, Blaine."
"Night, Mrs. Hummel." Blaine called from the kitchen.
"Good night, Carole." Kurt gave her a hug and then she was walking sleepily up the stairs. Kurt went back into the kitchen where Blaine waited.
When Kurt got close Blaine held out a plate with a single house shaped cookie on it. "You can afford to indulge every once in a while, giliw. I even left off the milk because you'd say no."
Kurt sighed with a smile and took the plate. "You're going to make me get fat."
"I like love handles." Blaine smirked and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Now… before you eat your house cookie, I want to tell you a story."
"A story? Really?" Kurt asked with a smile and kissed Blaine again.
"Yes, a story."
"How does it go?"
"Well it starts 'once upon a time'." Blaine smirked, his triangular eyebrows angling devilishly down. The few curls that had slipped free of his gel added to the effect rather than ruining it.
"All the best stories start that way."
"'Once upon a time, there was a short, handsome, banker who liked to play music. He lived with his two crazy friends, but it came time for him to move. He ended up in this pretty little house split down the middle, and on the other side of the wall was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.'"
"I like this story." Kurt murmured and slipped an arm around Blaine's shoulders.
"I like it too. 'So this beautiful neighbor, named Kirk…'"
"Oh, clever."
"Shh, you. Stop interrupting the story. 'Anyway, Kirk, was the nicest man the banker had ever met. And Kirk had a pretty little daughter who liked to play with the banker's nephew. Without even realizing it the banker fell in love with his beautiful neighbor and they began a whirlwind romance.'"
"Whirlwind romance?" Kurt smirked.
"Yes." Blaine nodded. "Whirlwind. 'See, the banker was so totally swept off his feet by Kirk that he had this big, giant moment where he realized he wanted to be with Kirk forever.'"
What?
"'And, when they went to visit Kirk's parents for the holidays, the banker realized it was the perfect time to ask the first of many questions he'd eventually ask Kirk. So he told a story.'"
"Blaine?"
"Kurt, I want to live with you and Mary. Will you let me move in? Or we can find a new place, a bigger place. But... will you live with me, giliw?"
Kurt just about fainted with relief. He fell against Blaine. "Fuck, Blaine. I thought you were going to ask me to marry you." He relaxed against the man he loved. "I was so scared for a second."
"Well that's encouraging." Blaine muttered.
Kurt stood up straight. "No, I mean… Blaine, yes. I want to live together." Blaine's smile was almost more radiant than the sun. "I just… I mean we talked about getting married hypothetically… I'm not ready for that yet. But living together? Yes, yes that would be… yes."
"Good." Blaine pulled Kurt to him, hugging him so tight Kurt thought he might burst. "I love you."
"And I love you." Kurt pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's neck.
AN: So that's the end. Thank you for staying with me this long. It's been fun. Thank you to all my reviewers, it means so much to me that this story was well received.
Read and Review please. :D
P.S. I have a small companion one-shot coming up for this. I'll take votes for the rating for anyone who cares, I'm toying with maybe choosing M for it.