Blaine's heart kind of flipped. He'd heard the tail end of Finn's conversation with Kurt. All those times they'd had coffee, did Kurt really think those were dates? His heart fluttered madly. They could have been dates! If Blaine wasn't such an asshat those could have been the dates Kurt thought they were. Blaine could have said all those things he stopped himself from saying (yet another clue the oblivious wonder missed) and they could have held hands and touched each other more and... It made Blaine's chest ache to think of all the things he'd missed by being an asshole.
He slipped into the bathroom when Finn came out of Kurt's room, waited for the tall boy's door to close, and then went to Kurt's room. "Finn, I told you I was busy," Kurt called from within.
"It's Blaine."
"Oh." Blaine heard some shuffling from inside, the rustle of sheets, and then Kurt's soft footsteps across the room. The door opened to the most beautiful boy in existence. "Hey."
"Am I too early?" Blaine asked. It had barely been two minutes, he was DEFINITELY too early. But when he'd gotten to his room his heart had clenched and counting to ten while holding in a deep breath didn't help the same way it did when he was angry.
Kurt smiled, on teeth, and rolled his eyes cutely. "Yes, but you can still come in."
Blaine did a little victory dance in his head and barreled into Kurt's room. The door stayed open behind him, probably to appease Finn now that he knew about them.
Oh god Finn knew about them. And Blaine was going to spend two hours in the car alone with the tall boy. Blaine's heart spared a beat for fear.
"I heard you talking to Finn. The end at least." Blaine found himself saying.
Kurt groaned and rolled his eyes again, flopping back onto his bed. "I'm never looking at those pictures, Mercedes, the men in my life won't let me." Kurt groaned again and then looked at Blaine. "Yes and?"
"You said they were coffee dates," Blaine said.
"I couldn't tell him they weren't." Kurt rolled his eyes. "He's protective apparently. He thought you were taking advantage of me. I couldn't tell him the truth, he'd freak out and kill you. So i let him think we were dating."
Blaine's heart was getting SUCH a work out. This time it sped up as Blaine realized that he had, in fact, taken advantage of Kurt. He'd stolen all this boy's firsts because he was too horny and thinking with his second head to notice what he was doing. He'd ruined everything for Kurt. Everything!
"Good thinking." Blaine forced a smile on his face. He spent the rest of the morning in Kurt's room, berating himself for being such a fool.
When Burt came home from his walk he had a firm plan of action that, mercifully, didn't involve ripping that Blaine kid's balls off. Sure he wasn't exactly sure if anything was even happening, but - still.
No, first he needed to determine if that was the right thing to do. If Kurt and that Blaine kid were dating, well, he'd have to leave his son's first boyfriend alone.
But if they were dating, why hadn't Kurt told him?
Burt shook the thought. He needed to stick to the plan. He'd get Kurt alone after dinner, when he was the most tired and defenseless, and bring him out to the garage for their talk. He'd even decided to go pick up some pamphlets from the free clinic so he knew what he was talking about. Although, getting on the city bus with a stack of pamphlets about gay sex hadn't been the most fun experience.
Still, he was doing this for his boy. So long as Kurt was safe and happy, Burt was good.
He camped out in the garage to read the pamphlets, trying valiantly not to see Kurt doing any of this stuff in his head. If Kurt didn't have sex until Burt was dead it would be too soon. Kurt was his baby. He could still remember chaining the kids diapers and that month Kurt decided he hated all clothing and ran around the house naked. Burt could still remember how little Kurt looked next to his mom's casket, tears pouring down his face. Kurt was, and always would be, his little boy.
Around two in the afternoon, Kurt's hormones spiked and he had to cross his legs and pull his laptop closer so Blaine couldn't tell he was half hard. Blaine hadn't even been doing anything particularly sexy, just reading something online and running a hand over his styled hair. He'd also looked a bit morose if Kurt was being honest.
Blaine's mood and Kurt's open door combined in just the right way that Kurt only barely considered pulling Blaine on top of him to fix Kurt's problem.
Instead he spent a good ten minutes fantasizing about what he could do to Blaine. He had a minor hiccup when he remembered that the house was, and would stay, full until after Blaine had already left. However, since it was all fantasy, Kurt had immediately dismissed that idea.
Around three, when Kurt's hormones still hadn't calmed down and he had, in fact, become fully hard in his pants, Kurt decided that he wanted a last night with Blaine. If he had to sneak into Blaine's room in the middle of the night and fuck on an air-mattress, so be it.
When Carole called him down to help with dinner, Kurt's mind was made up. He was going to have sex with Blaine one last time, no matter what.