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Chapter 34
The two got into the shower together, soaping each other up and helping wash hair. Blaine made a soap Mohawk out of Kurt's hair and in retaliation, Kurt teased Blaine's hair to full bushiness. With a laugh, they stepped under the water's spray and rinsed out all the soap and shampoo. They met for a kiss under the spray, tongues clashing against each other.
Blaine pulled back and turned the water off. He grabbed a towel and dotingly helped dry Kurt off before he began drying himself. Kurt dressed and started in on his hair while Blaine dried off. Blaine decided to forgo the hair gel and just got dressed.
"Oh crap." Kurt said, looking at a message on his phone.
Blaine walked over and looked over his shoulder. "What?"
Kurt angled the phone so he could read it. It was a text from Finn. 'Parents home early. Get here now.'
"Shit." Blaine said, running a hand through his hair. "He got caught."
Kurt gave him a look as he started gathering getting ready to go. "He deserved it. I'm more worried about if I'm going to be in trouble."
Blaine grabbed his keys and wallet. "You shouldn't be. You didn't throw the party. But I guess we'll find out."
Kurt gave him a grim look and the two silently went out to the car. As they drove to Kurt's house, Kurt said. "Don't tell my dad about the orange juice."
Blaine gave him a quick glance before asking. "Why not babe? Yeah, he'll be pissed but not at you."
"Exactly. My drink getting spiked could be the tipping point for him killing Finn. Not that I don't approve but murder is just so messy." Kurt said, smiling as Blaine laughed.
"And just last night, you were looking for an alibi while you killed him. They grow up so fast." Blaine teased.
Kurt gave Blaine a light shove. "Oh shut up." He laughed, his expression sobering as Blaine pulled into the driveway.
The yard was littered with red cups. One of the front windows had been broken through and he could see glass in the grass.
Blaine parked and the two got out of the car. They entered the house to find Finn sitting on the couch, a furious looking Burt and Carole glaring at him. As they entered, the glares switched to them.
"Where were you last night?" Burt asked, his voice louder than normal.
On the defensive, Kurt answered. "At Blaine's."
"Did you know about this party of Finn's?" As he said the boy's name, he glared down at him. Finn flinched under the stare and looked down.
"We came home to find what seemed like all of McKinley in the house. We found Finn and tried to do damage control but eventually just left." Kurt said, fudging the truth a bit, his voice stuttering a bit under the intensity of his dad's glare.
"You're lying to me. I can always tell. So just tell me the truth Kurt." Burt said, crossing his arms and giving Kurt a look.
Kurt looked at Blaine and then down, his own arms coming up to hold himself. "It is the truth. I swear." He stuttered, not making eye contact. His voice cracked a bit as he spoke.
"Kurt." His dad said, voice demanding the truth.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and squeezed it, whispering to him. "Just tell him. You can't lie babe."
Kurt looked at him pleadingly, nodding towards him to indicate he should tell Burt. Blaine nodded at him and turned to Burt. Burt gave the two a look before looking at Blaine. "Well?"
Blaine took a deep breath and began explaining. "We got here last night after being out all day to find all these people here drinking. I went upstairs to look for Finn and Kurt looked down here. I found Finn upstairs and talked with him for a bit, trying to clear up the party. When I came downstairs, I found Kurt with a glass of orange juice in his hand. He was acting…off." Blaine hedged a bit, not wanting to outright say Kurt was drunk.
Burt raised an eyebrow at that. "Off? Like how?"
Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand. "He was drunk. Someone had spiked his orange juice and he drank about a glass and a quarter of it before I got there. It must have been strong since he was pretty intoxicated by then. I didn't want him around a bunch of jocks while he wasn't clearheaded so I took him to my place and we went to bed. I swear, that's what happened." Blaine finished, thinking to himself 'more or less.'
Burt eyed Blaine and turned to Kurt. "That true?"
Kurt nodded, looking at his dad. "Yes. All I had was orange juice but it tasted a bit off and it must have been spiked."
Finn, who had been listening, was nervously picking at his hands. He had turned pale at the mention of the orange juice, a fact that didn't escape Burt's notice. "What do you know about this Finn?" Burt asked, turning his glare back down at his stepson.
Finn mumbled out. "There was vodka in it. One of the football players mixed it."
"I see. Blaine, Kurt, can you two go upstairs and shut your door for a while?" Burt gritted out, not even looking up from his glare at Finn. Carole, still standing there, gave a tight smile at the two, nodding them up before looking at her guilty son.
Kurt and Blaine quickly left the room and went upstairs. As they shut the door, they heard Carole start yelling. Through the door, they couldn't make out distinct words, just sounds. Burt's voice took over when Carole stopped. Kurt and Blaine sat on Kurt's bed, listening to the sound, intensely glad it wasn't them down there.
AN: Well, the parents had to return at some point. What will this mean for Klaine? Find out tomorrow. Please review.