"So, how'd it go? Kurt was running like a bat out of hell," Carole asked as Burt settled on the couch beside her.
"Apparently they just started dating." Burt sighed. He didn't catch Carole's questioning look. "The other part though, I think it went okay. He seemed to get it. We're going to finish up tomorrow after he's had a chance to do his homework."
Burt seemed calm for the first time all day, so Carole decided to just leave it for now. She'd confront Kurt about it tomorrow after the boys had left.
Kurt threw the hideous pamphlets in his bedside drawer so he wouldn't have to be touching them anymore. His dad READ them. Fuck!
Kurt dug out his laptop from under the comforter and pulled up YouTube so he could drown himself in old musical numbers that were TOTALLY PG. He couldn't handle anything more right then.
Blaine knocked on Kurt's door about ten minutes after he heard it close. Kurt came to the door slowly and opened it even slower, almost like he was afraid of who could be there. "Oh, Blaine." Kurt's smile was beautiful.
"Can I hang out in here for a bit. I don't think Finn'll want to talk to me right now."
Kurt rolled his eyes good naturedly. "Okay, like I'd say no to your company." He stepped aside so Blaine could come in. "And I don't think Finn'll have a problem with you. I told him everything was fine."
Blaine decided to just let that one go for now. "Doing anything interesting?"
"Scrubbing an awkward father-son talk from my head with YouTube videos." Kurt shrugged and climbed back on his bed.
"Can I watch with you?" Blaine climbed next to Kurt without waiting for an answer. Kurt was so warm up close. He wanted to bury his nose in Kurt's hair and just hold him. SUCH a clingy bastard he was.
"Okay. I'm on 'Singing in the Rain' right now. Pick a favorite number."
"Easy, 'Make 'Em Laugh'. Appropriate for the moment, no?" Blaine wiggled a little closer to Kurt and reached out to adjust the angle of the screen as his excuse. The fear he'd been battling with before seemed to have calmed for now and all Blaine wanted was to be closer to this boy.
"Alright, I'll give it to you. I watched it awhile ago though." Kurt typed it into the search bar, clicked the appropriate purple hyperlink and expanded the video. Blaine let his head fall until it reached Kurt's shoulder. Kurt didn't tell him to move, so Blaine stayed there.
He didn't move until Kurt complained of his legs going to sleep and they had to shift onto their stomachs. When they'd settled that way Blaine was closer than strictly necessary and he couldn't help wriggling closer every minute or so. By the time they'd switched movies three times Blaine was pressed up against Kurt and resting his head on Kurt's elbow.
Blaine was a bigger cuddler than Kurt had originally thought. Faced with separation, and the supposed wrath of his step-brother, Blaine began to cling to him like a limpet. It was kind of nice, but also a bit annoying. Kurt didn't try to scoot away until Blaine got too close for comfort. Then he initiated a position switch or got up to use the bathroom or something. He liked Blaine a lot, especially the way he made Kurt feel, but he didn't need Blaine that close to him right now. It was hard enough know that it was the last night and APPARENTLY everyone in the freaking house knew they were together in some way. He didn't need Blaine hanging off him right now.
Blaine had decided they were just friends, he hadn't said differently, and Kurt wasn't about to push him on this. If he pushed... Well Kurt didn't know what would happen if he pushed and he wasn't ready to find out.
From Rachel: I missed you today, Finn.
From Rachel: Will you come back next weekend so I can see you?
From Rachel: Will you come back every weekend so i can see you?From Rachel: But I could come to you too sometimes. Because I know that me going to you is a good part of a relationship. We both have to share things.
From Rachel: OH! And Columbus has a decent enough theatre. We can go see shows. I'm going to look them up on my phone and see what's playing next.
From Rachel: And we can even catch some stuff at your theatre on campus. That would be really nice don't you think?
From Rachel: Of course they won't be as good as the ones in New York. But as I haven't actually managed to get my dads to agree to make a trip so we can see one, it'll be really worth it. And I'll be able to pick up some acting techniques. I can see what works in action! Oh, i love live theatre so much.
To Rachel: Hey, Rach, it's kind late. Can we talk tomorrow when I get back to my dorm? I'll even call you and everything.
From Rachel: Okay, go to sleep, Finn. I miss you.
To Rachel: I miss you too.
From Rachel: Are you going to yell at Kurt's beau tomorrow in the car? (I still can't believe you didn't know before their midnight kiss.) Should I wait until after that for the call? When will you call do you think?
To Rachel: Um... Yeah I'm going to yell at Blaine. (That's who you meant right?) And I don't know. When I get back. I'll definitely call you at seven if I haven't already. Is that cool?
From Rachel: Okay. That's fine. I just wanted to make sure everything's alright.
To Rachel: Yeah, I think they are. Um... I'll set the alarm on my phone so I don't forget, alright?
From Rachel: THIS IS WHY YOU'RE PERFECT! -Rachel Berry * (Imagine it's gold)
To Rachel: :D Good night, Rach.
Burt came in to look at them no less than three times in the hour before ten.
What was stranger was Kurt's apparent ability to predict his father's presence. About a minute before Burt came, each time, Kurt pulled away from him. By the time Burt was at the door they were barely even touching at all.
After the second time it happened Kurt didn't even get up to re-close the door Burt had left open.
"Does he know something?" Blaine asked after Burt left the third time.
"No." Kurt said quickly and quietly. Then he typed Katy Perry into the search bar and Blaine forgot to question him about it.
AN: So we've finally reached the point where this story has the same number of chapters out here as on the kink meme. Woo, this is somuch longer than I thought it was going to be.