A/N: This one actually has plot, surprise surprise...

This one is set about a month and a half after Shiver.

Title from the Maroon 5 song. The Offspring tune I mentioned was You're Gonna Go Far Kid. The song Darren sings at his concert (if you didn't pick up on it) was The Way I Do, which he wrote for Starship. The outift I imagined Kurt wearing to Darren's gig is the same one for Born This Way performance.

An old Offspring tune was pouring from the speakers and if Kurt was coherent than he might regret ever giving Darren full range over his music collection. But coherency was sort of lost in the heat of the moment, the burning touch of Darren's calloused musician hands trespassing under the hem of his shirt, his vest already deposited on the ground beside them.

Their hips were rolling together almost desperately and their kisses were hot and messy, lacking technique in the race against the clock. Kurt knew his family could be home any second and he really didn't want this to be the way he introduced his boyfriend to them…

But Darren's lips were like fiery magic against his and they slipped down to caress his jaw, peppering kisses across his skin, smirking at the short exhales stuttering from his parted lips. His chest was heaving with the force of it; his whole body alight with pleasure. But he wanted more.

Unable to take it any longer, his hand uncoiled from Darren's hair and drifted down his bare back, coming to a stop just above his jeans where he teased the waistband and-

Shit.

Darren grunted as Kurt pushed him off the bed, frantically moving to straighten his clothes, tossing Darren's shirt back at him.

"Bathroom," he hissed, "now."

"Parents?" Darren asked fearfully. Kurt nodded, confirming the worst. Darren swallowed, pecking Kurt's cheek quickly before slipping through the wooden door, with one last wistful glance at his boyfriend's perfect ass. Everything had been so fantastic between them except for this one little thing.

The parents.

Darren knew better than to think that his parents were going to love him. Who would want their son to date a twenty three year old struggling actor, who he met at a bar and has been fucking for two months behind their backs?

No one. Not even Kurt's dad, who Kurt had assured him was the most accepting and loving dad he could hope for; or his step mom, who sounded just as lovely.

Darren was practically a dead man.

About half an hour later Kurt finally managed to smuggle Darren out the window, trading chaste kisses before they parted, Darren's heart weighted. He just wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for Kurt. The one he could show off to his friends; the one who he could have over for dinner who would wash dishes with his step mom, watch football with his dad and ask his brother about school. He wanted to hold his hand at family functions and be invited over for Christmas.

He wanted Kurt to be proud of him.

Kurt assured him that it wasn't that he didn't want to introduce him to his parents. It was just that his father could be… overly protective, sometimes and that he would (in his own words) 'wait until the right time' (although Darren was nearly positive that moment would never arrive).

When he finally trudged home, his muscles sore (it had been a long time since he had been snuck out a window, although admittedly not the first), he found the door already unlocked and smiled. Joey was home.

"Joey!" Darren cheered delightedly. Joey looked up from his laptop with a messy grin, practically bouncing across the apartment to greet him with a hug.

"Fuck, man," Joey enthused, "I haven't seen you in ages."

Darren bit his lip guiltily. It was true. Joey was currently working in a record shop with ridiculously long hours and Darren was sort of in between jobs, playing gigs at night and spending all his other hours song writing for their next Starkid production in the works or with Kurt.

"Sorry, man," he apologised. "But I have a gig tonight – you should come along and watch."

"Will your new boyfriend be there?" Joey smirked.

Darren froze.

"What?" he asked quickly. "How did you know about Kurt?"

Joey's grin widened. "You talk in your sleep, buddy and I found no porn in your browser history…"

"You searched my browser history?" Darren asked, eyes wide in alarm.

"So do I get to meet him?" Joey asked hopefully.

"I-I guess, if you want," Darren blinked, the thought not having occurred to him before. But now that it had… suddenly that was all Darren wanted. Joey was probably the most important person in his life other than Kurt and he knew he'd love him. He had to.

"You know what?" Darren said eagerly. "I'll call him and ask him to come along tonight."

Joey fist pumped. "Fuck yeah!"

Darren paced the carpets of his bedroom, practically buzzing with excitement as he waited for Kurt to pick up.

"Darren," Kurt finally answered, his voice beautiful and breathy. Darren felt his heart warm at the sound. It was sort of ridiculous how hard he had fallen for this boy.

"Kurt," Darren grinned, "I've got a gig tonight – I was wondering if you wanted to come…?"

"I'd love to!" Kurt answered brightly. Darren couldn't help his little spasmic excited jump.

"Excellent!" he enthused. "Because…" this was the tricky part, "I know you're not ready for me to meet your family – and I totally get that and I'm cool with it," he hastened to add, "but… I was wondering if you wanted to meet mine."

"Y-your parents?" Kurt stuttered nervously.

"No," Darren chuckled, "my other family. Joey and I think he wanted to invite some of the other Starkids too." He could sense Kurt's hesitation. "You don't have to," he reassured him, "but they wanted to meet you and… it would mean a lot to me."' He wasn't trying to guilt him into it or make him feel bad – he just wanted him to know.

"Darren," Kurt said softly, "of course I'll come."

Darren held a hand over his mouth to prevent him from squealing like a teenage girl. "Thank you, Kurt, so much," he breathed.

"What time does it start?"

Darren gave him the details and sent a loud mwah down the receiver before hanging up.

"Joey!" he called out frantically, his excitement building. "I think I need a new setlist!"

"Shut up you dork," Joey snorted back, "you don't have a setlist."

Darren bit his lip. "Good point," he allowed. "Come help me think of one!"

Darren was waiting backstage, his energy on a new high as he peeped through the curtains waiting for his boyfriend to arrive. At the sight of his trademark, skin tight skinny jeans Darren's heart stuttered and his pants grew tighter. His boyfriend looked hot.

"Kurt!" he exclaimed, rushing to meet him at the door. Kurt gave him a fond smile.

"Hey, you," he greeted him, fixing his collar with capable hands. "You look handsome."

Darren leant across, kissing his cheek and growling in his ear. "You look so hot that if I pass out in the middle of the performance, I'm blaming you."

Kurt blushed. "I wasn't really sure what appropriate attire was…"

Darren swallowed. He was dressed in a dark red and black hoodie that Darren hadn't seen yet and black converse. His hair was styled in an artful mess, reminding Darren too much of what he looked like after a long make out session, minus the swollen lips (Darren had to restrain himself not to amend that).

"You look perfect," he managed. Too perfect…

"Thank you," Kurt beamed. Darren's heart melted. Kurt always looked so happy whne he complimented his clothes. He made a mental note to do it more often. "Are your friends here yet?"

Darren nodded excitedly. "Did you want to come meet them now? You can watch the show with them! If you want…" he added quickly, not waning to push him.

"Sure," Kurt agreed, threading their fingers together. Darren gave his hand a gentle squeeze, leading him through the bar to where his friends were sitting. Joey looked up and met his eye, his gaze flickering quickly to Kurt before turning back to the group and getting their attention.

"Well, well, well," Joe drawled. "Look who finally arrived at his own party."

Darren gave him a light shove. "Shut up, Walker." He turned to the rest of them. "I have to go in a few minutes, but I wanted to introduce you all to my new boyfriend, Kurt."

"Hi," Kurt said, more shy than Darren had ever heard him as he gave them a small wave.

"Oh my god," Brian cooed, "he's fuckin adorable!"

Kurt frowned, his eyes darkening. "I am not adorable." Darren smiled triumphantly. Only he was allowed to call his boyfriend that and get away with it.

"You're right, honey," Lauren said appreciatively, "that outfit is dangerous."

"Thank you," Kurt sniffed. Darren squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"I'm Lauren," Lauren said kindly, shifting over in the booth so Kurt could sit beside her. Meredith reached across the table to grasp his hand.

"It's so nice to meet you," she said sweetly. "But first we must ask – why Darren?"

Darren winced as his friends started chortling. Fuck, what were they doing..?

"Seriously," Dylan said solemnly, "before you make any commitments, we think there's a few things you should know about our dear friend."

Shit.

"He has an odd obsession with children's cartoons-"

"He drinks milk straight from the carton-"

"One time we took him out to dinner and took a pen from the waiter and started writing song lyrics on the table cloth."

"We all got kicked out when he asked if he could keep it."

"That was a good song!" Darren interjected, blushing furiously.

"He slept with a stuffed animal until Freshman year of college."

"He's a mommy's boy."

"He had a crush on Fred from Scooby Doo."

"And Velma!"

"Okay, guys," Darren stopped them, mortified at the look of shock on Kurt's face. "Please stop now."

"Awww, Darren," AJ said sympathetically, "don't be shy. It's important to be honest in a relationship."

"Well, if I'm being honest I think your vest looks like it was made in the dark," Kurt said brusquely. Silence fell over the table. Kurt, not finished, turned his hard gaze on Meredith, "Your hair looks like a puppy that got put through the dry cleaners." Brian. "You dress like a farmer." And lastly, Joe; "And you were much hotter as Voldermort."

The Starkids blinked up at him, surprise flashing in their eyes. Darren couldn't help but smirk just a little triumphantly. Yeah, his boyfriend was pretty fierce.

"Darren…" Brian breathed unsteadily, "can you please remove your boyfriend from the premises… I think I'm having a sexuality crisis."

"Holy. Fuck," AJ said lowly.

"Can we keep you?" Lauren gushed, inching closer to Kurt.

Darren beamed proudly as they all chatted excitedly. They loved him. Maybe not as much as he did… but it was more than he had even hoped for.

"Baby," he leaned down to whisper in Kurt's ear, "I have to go, but I'll see you after, okay?"

Kurt nodded, planting a kiss against his lips, biting down on his lower lip quickly before pulling away, making Darren groan.

"Shit, guys," Julia laughed, "keep it PG."

"And this is what I have to live with…" Joey grimaced.

Darren ran through a few of his classic favourites, covering all bases (old rock, cheesy love songs, even an old Broadway tune that popped into his head). When the manager motioned for him 'one more song' he nodded and grabbed the microphone, feeling a little giddy with nervous excitement.

"So this last one I'm going to play is a little love song-"

"Boring!" he heard Brian call in the audience.

He chuckled a little, continuing, "-that I just finished writing for our next musical. I'd like to dedicate it to my beautiful boyfriend, Kurt. I…" he stumbled on the words bubbling in his chest and Kurt's hopeful expression fell. No, Darren realised. He wasn't ready yet. "I hope you like it."

When they say you can't love, I think you've got it wrong

The next night Darren was chilling in front of the TV with Joey, watching MTV and plotting out a sketch with their own "Welcome to my Crib" when he got a phone call. Catching Kurt's name on caller ID he excused himself, Joey rolling his eyes knowingly as he exited out onto the balcony.

"Hey," he breathed. They hadn't talked since the concert when he had quickly visited him side stage, telling him that he had to go and that he loved his friends, kissing him hard enough to make him dizzy before he went.

"Hey yourself," Kurt said lightly, his voice coy in a way that made Darren smile and hug the phone just a little closer to his ear. "I had a proposition for you…"

Darren's eyes widened slightly. "Errr… Joey's home."

"Not phone sex you horny ass," Kurt laughed. "My parents are going away for the weekend. I was wondering if you wanted to sleep over Saturday night."

Darren's practically dropped his phone in his excitement. A whole night alone with his wonderful, beautiful, sexy, amazing boyfriend at his house in his bed.

"Fuck yes!" he cheered before he could stop himself. He heard Kurt's tinkling laugh ringing down the receiver.

"I'm glad you approve," he said happily. "Come over at five. I'll cook you dinner."

When Darren arrived at the Hummel-Hudson residence he was greeted at the door by his gorgeous boyfriend who pecked his cheek, running away quickly shouting something about something being close to burning. Slightly bemused, Darren simply shrugged off his jacket and toed off his shoes, following him in through the house.

It was a nice little thing. It reminded him of the house he grew up in; welcoming and cheery, maybe not neat in every place but lived in and obviously well loved and cared for. Just like all houses should be.

"I have to take care of this," he heard Kurt's voice ring out from the kitchen, "but I think my brother had sport on before he left. The living room is just through the first door."

Darren nodded, entering the space with a smile. The shelf on the far wall was lined with photographs and Darren couldn't resist inspecting, turning on the TV so Kurt wouldn't get suspicious.

The first picture was of a young man and a pretty little lady that Darren took to be Kurt's biological parents. Kurt had informed him that Burt had gone bald after his mom died (the stress took it's toll, he had said) but this man had a head full of hair just like Kurt's and a loving gaze, trained on the woman in his arms. His mom was stunning, her eyes twinkling with love and excitement (a familiar greeny blue grey that Darren knew to be Kurt's) and her nose crinkled in a smile much like her son's.

It was their wedding day, Darren realised, taking in the white poofy dress and Burt's suit and tie. He smiled, his fingers lightly caressing the frame before moving onto the next one, this one picturing their new abridged family at Burt and Carole's wedding. They were all huddled together at the main table at the reception dinner and Darren's eyes couldn't help but flicker to his boyfriend. He looked beautiful, as always.

Darren was just looking at one of Kurt's when he heard him at the door.

"Oh my god," he groaned. "No, honey, put that away…"

Darren smirked at his adorable blush. "They're cute!" he protested.

Kurt shook his head. "Just…no." he rolled his eyes fondly. "Dinner's ready, anyway."

About half an hour later they finished their meal (some sort of awesome green pasta that was, as Darren so announced, fucking delicious).

"I was planning on having ice cream for dinner," Kurt said, blinking coyly up at him through his eyelashes, "but I thought maybe you would… prefer tasting me instead."

Rather than answering, Darren simply lunged across the table, kissing him fiercely. Kurt moaned against his mouth, responding eagerly and tangling his fingers in his hair.

He pulled back, breath heaving and whispered in his ear. "Bedroom. Now."

Darren could only stumble after as Kurt pulled him from the dining room, leading him up the stairs, pausing every so often to press him against the wall, attacking his lips or neck before continuing up the next few stairs.

When they finally found his room, Kurt pushed him straight on the bed, quickly ridding himself of his shirt before climbing up the bed and straddling him. Darren moaned at the contact, reaching out for him.

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered against his lips. Kurt inhaled sharply, answering with another deep kiss, entangling their tongues messily, the taste of pesto and the wine Kurt snuck out of his parents cabinet slipping between them.

"I want you so bad," Darren gasped, running his hands reverently over the beautiful body above him, worshipping his sides and tracing up and down his spine.

"Let me see you," Kurt whimpered, helping Darren pull of his shirt, tossing it on the ground beside his before pushing him back down against the bed. Darren meweled below him as Kurt ground his hips down relentlessly, the friction between them building, everything becoming so much hotter and the world spinning around them.

But at the sound of an unfamiliar gasp sounding from the door, his entire world came came crashing down.

"Oh my god!"

Kurt pulled of Darren with a sharp scream, grabbing at his bedside table and throwing his alarm clock at the door. Darren could only stare wide eyed as Kurt's brother ducked, the clock just missing him.

"Finn!" Kurt shrieked. "Get out! Get out now!"

"What the hell, Kurt!" Finn yelled back, covering his eyes and running out.

"Shit, shit, shit," Kurt breathed frantically, climbing off the bed and quickly pulling his shirt back on. "He's not supposed to- Finn!" Kurt practically ran out of the room after his older brother and Darren stared into the empty space of the room blankly, wondering what the fuck just happened?

Thankfully Kurt managed to calm Finn down long enough to get him to sit down and listen to them talk. Kurt explained that he and Darren had been dating for two months and for obvious reasons were avoiding telling Burt.

"I can see why," Finn said, his face etched in permanent shock, "he's like… ancient."

"Hey!" Darren protested meekly but Kurt shushed him.

"Just, please don't tell dad," Kurt pleaded. "He'll- I don't know, just please, Finn."

Finn nodded solemnly. "I won't tell anyone. But you need to tell him yourself."

Kurt nodded, his eyes resigned. "I know…" he sighed. "Why are you home anyway?" he asked curiously.

Finn shifted uncomfortably. "Rachel and I had a fight…"

Kurt patted his shoulder sympathetically. "It's okay. You'll work it out- you always do."

Darren smiled privately, remembering Kurt telling him about Finn and Rachel's on and off relationship.

"So…" Kurt bit his lip, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, "you're going to be home all night?"

Finn nodded. "I guess… I'll just be in my room though. Is there any ice cream left?"

"Yup," Kurt said. "Brownies, too."

"Brownies?" Darren gasped delightedly.

Finn narrowed his eyes at him. "Is he staying the night?"

"Yes," Kurt said slowly. "Is that… okay?"

Finn glared at both of them. "Okay," he allowed. "But no funny business."

Kurt smirked. "We won't," he sang as Finn stood up, exiting to the kitchen. "Let you hear," he added under his breath.

Sunday night when Burt and Carole came home Kurt was a nervous wreck, pacing restlessly around the house. Darren had left a few hours later, Kurt smirking as he winced with every step. Finn had even given him a short, civil nod in goodbye, asking confusedly if he fell down the stairs or something.

But now that his parents were back, Kurt decided it was time for him to tell them about Darren.

Darren had offered to stay with him for moral support, but Kurt had thought it best if he just told them first, that way there would be time for them to cool down before meeting him face to face. Darren had frowned, but accepted it, kissing him sweetly on the porch, the memory of their night at the forefront of Kurt's mind, giving him something positive to focus on while he waited.

"Hey dad..." he said lightly, his hands trembling slightly in his pockets as he stood in the doorway of the living room. Burt looked up with concern.

"What's wrong, kid?" he asked. "You've been shifty all evening."

Kurt bit his lip. "There's something I need to tell you."