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A/N: It was a quiet day in my office, so I wrote. Of course I could've used the spare time to get some homework done, but eww.

Thank you to the lovely reviewers. Especially those who threaten me. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Chapter 7

"I can't move."

"That's because you ate way too much, fat ass." Rachel told her twin brother Blaine with a spirited smile. "We did tell you to stop after your second helping."

The two of them along with Kurt were in the blue eyed boy's bedroom, all lying across his bed and talking after dinner. Kurt had his head resting on Rachel's side, staring at his ridiculously greedy boyfriend who lay at the foot of his bed immobile. He hadn't budged since Rachel helped to drag him up the steps.

"Too… good…" the star continued, hands on his belly and staring at the ceiling. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Well," the brunette began, turning her attention to her best friend Kurt, "as of tonight, he's your problem."

"Hey!" Blaine shouted, though she ignored him.

"Finn swore to me that we could watch Black Swan so I'm going to go downstairs and make him live up to that promise. Can I trust you two to be good?" Rachel asked, glancing between her brother and Kurt. Blaine wore a sneaky smile while Kurt blushed terribly.

"Nope." Blaine answered.

The countertenor picked a pillow and smacked it across his boyfriend's body. Blaine, in his stuffed state didn't even try to dodge it. "We'll behave." Kurt answered with an innocent smile.

"Liar," Rachel responded as she got up to exit the room, picking up her pace when she saw the pillow heading for her head. She stuck her tongue at Kurt when he missed and quickly shut the door.

Blaine chuckled at the two of them, still in the very same spot. He knew he shouldn't have eaten until the point where he thought he'd die but he hadn't had a meal that good in the longest of times. Besides that, he, Puck, and Finn were secretly having an 'I can out eat you' contest. He glanced over to his boyfriend, thought about how great it was that he could actually call him that, and smiled when he caught eyes with him. The beautiful boy was giving him that look that told him he should be ashamed of himself but the curly haired teen only shrugged.

"You're so far." He told Kurt, who in turn rolled his wide, ocean eyes.

"That's probably because I could make it all the way up here to lie on the bed correctly and you had to just barely throw yourself on the edge of the bed." Kurt grinned.

Blaine smiled as well and Kurt felt his heart speed up. "Why'd you stuff your face like that anyway?"

"Delicious… food…" Blaine simply answered, returning his focus to the ceiling once more.

"So you can't speak in complete sentences now?" Kurt laughed, shaking his head at the superstar yet again.

"Too… full…"

Kurt rolled his eyes and got up off the bed, walking over to his media center. Blaine turned his head to watch the boy curiously, wondering where he was going. He subconsciously bit his lip at the way Kurt's jeans fit oh so perfectly, and smiled when he saw him reach up to grab a movie, his glorious fitted t-shirt inching up and revealing a strip of skin that was begging to be touched. He felt himself heating up and turned away, smirking at the ceiling. His boyfriend was hot. And they were alone in his room. Nice.

After Kurt put a movie in, he went back over to the bed and began to toe off his shoes. He tried not to laugh at the fact that Blaine seriously had not moved since he got up here almost a half hour ago, and lay back on the bed, rubbing his toes against his boyfriend's side.

"Baby?"

"Yes, Blaine?"

The curly headed singer crossed both hands behind his head. "I want to kiss you again."

Kurt smiled, absentmindedly licking his lips. "Then come and kiss me silly."

"I can't move."

Kurt shook his head but found himself crawling over to the foot of the bed where the hazel eyed boy waited, looking up at him with the most adoration he could muster. Kurt tried his best not to tint a dark red as he lowered his lips to Blaine's, connecting them into a soft, slow, chaste kiss. They both smiled into it, Kurt maintaining control and keeping it as innocent as ever. But then again he let how much of a goober his boyfriend was slip his mind.

Blaine quickly grabbed him by the waist and flipped them over, dominating Kurt's lips into the hottest kiss either had ever experienced, all teeth, tongue, and roaming hands before pulling back to laugh at Kurt's shocked face.

"Sucker! Hahaha!" Blaine snickered before attacking Kurt's lips once more, thrusting his tongue against Kurt's playfully all until he felt a moan released into his mouth.

He paused, eyes going wide at the sound and how awesome it made his entire body feel. Really, really, awesome.

Then, it was Kurt's turn to take advantage of a 'deer stuck in headlights' Blaine. The perfectly coiffed boy flipped them again so that he was now on top, placing quick kisses along Blaine's jawline and Adam's apple. He held back a giggle at the flustered look on the pop star's face as he reattached their kiss swollen lips once more, skillfully running his tongue around Blaine's mouth. The movie played loudly in the background but neither boy was paying any attention.

Blaine gulped hard when Kurt began pulling on his hair and kissing an extremely sensitive spot on his neck. Truth be told, he may've been a big flirt but he'd never done anything like this before, and if Kurt moved back a little from where he was on top of Blaine, he'd be in for quite the shock. Before that could happen, he managed to control his hormones to the best of his ability and flipped them back over. By this point though, Kurt didn't care who had control anymore, he just wanted Blaine close to him.

The blue eyed junior found himself yanking Blaine closer by the hair and exploring his mouth once more while Blaine let free little whimpers against his lips. He half knelt, half lay on top of his boyfriend, awkwardly trying to avoid pressing his growing erection against Kurt because they hadn't been together even 24 hours and that would most likely creep him out. Besides that, he knew he wouldn't last long at all.

Kurt noticed how stiff Blaine felt above him and wondered what was wrong with him. His mind quickly went to the most negative thing, feeling that he was probably pressuring Blaine and making him feel ridiculously uncomfortable. He released his hands from his curly hair and pulled back to look at Blaine, whose eyes were closed and lips were kiss swollen. Blaine quickly attached their lips again once he felt Kurt pull away; biting on Kurt's lower lip and kissing him roughly. Kurt pulled back again and looked at him strangely.

"Blaine, are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked.

Blaine opened his eyes at the sound of his boyfriend's musical voice and smiled, nodding fervently and assuring him he was fine. "I-I'm fine, honey. W-why?"

Kurt looked at how their chests were pressed against each other but the lower halves couldn't get any further away. Blaine noticed how awkward he looked too, but denied anything, kissing the boy once more.

Kurt finally realized what was bothering his boyfriend and almost laughed against the teen's lips. Blaine raised an eyebrow when he felt the smile spread across those strawberry lips and frowned, pulling away from Kurt with curious eyes.

"What's so funny?"

Kurt smirked, moving his leg between both of Blaine's and rubbing it slowly against his erection. Blaine threw his head down to Kurt's neck and groaned, automatically responding with a thrust of his own to the friction. Then he realized what had just happened, felt ridiculously guilty, and jumped back.

"Shit! I-I-I'm so sorry, Kurt—"

Kurt leant up and grabbed the bumbling boy back on top of him and pressed his own erection against Blaine's thigh. "It's okay, Blaine. We're sixteen. Please don't tell me you're going to run every time either of us gets turned on…"

Blaine took a deep breath, trying to calm down a bit. Inside he was freaking out because he was hard and Kurt was pretty hard too and they were pressed into each other's thighs and this was way too overwhelming.

"Blaine?"

Blaine gulped hard and sort of smiled at his boyfriend. Y-yes. Sorry."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, his sexy little smirk playing at his lips. "We can stop if you want to, you know?"

Blaine shook his head no adamantly. "You taste really good and you feel amazing, beautiful. I definitely don't want to st—"

"Why hello, mother and father! Welcome home!"

Kurt heard Finn screaming the words from downstairs, even though his door was closed. His head hit the pillow because if that was his brother's idea of being subtle and not suspicious he failed horribly.

Blaine's face turned sheet white after hearing the words, and he once again jumped off his boyfriend, this time onto the floor. Kurt adjusted himself in his jeans and fixed the untidy sheets on his bed before lying back down inconspicuously.

"Baby? Are you honestly hiding under the bed right now?"

"What do I do?"

"Blaine—"

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Get up here, please!"

Blaine rushed to the bed at sat there awkwardly, pillow in his lap to hide the issue at hand.

"And wipe that 'I'm guilty of making out with your son' look off your face."

Blaine gulped and pulled out his cell phone, pretending to be on a call.

Smooth. Kurt thought. "Blaine, put the phone away—"

Blaine smiled and pocketed the phone with a shrug.

"Come in."

Burt opened the door. "Hey, bud—oh…" he stopped, shooting a curious glance at Blaine. "You have a friend?"

Blaine smiled nervously at his boyfriend's father. All he could think about was how they couldn't be any different, at least on the outside. And how he'd probably die tonight. "Hello, Mr. Hummel." He whispered.

"Hi." The man began, looking between both boys. "What's your name?" Burt asked, eyeing the kid suspiciously. He'd never seen him hanging around before. He was clean-cut with a nice sweater and button up, his curls bounced on his head when he looked up. Of course Burt was pleased it wasn't Logan but still, he didn't know him.

"This is Blaine, dad. Rachel's long lost twin brother." Kurt answered with a wide, innocent, smile. Kurt hoped this meet and greet would finish quickly so that they could be alone a little while longer. Of course he wasn't going to resume what they had started because his parents were now home but he did want to be alone with Blaine.

Burt raised an eyebrow at the news. "Really? Wow, that's good for you two. Nice to meet you, son. Where are you from?"

Blaine smiled once more with a wave. "Thank you, sir. Nice to meet you too. San Francisco originally, but now I live in Los Angeles." The boy barely got out at a tone that was audible. Kurt shook his head. This punk.

Burt nodded. Blaine looked like a California boy—his tanned skin and West coast, laid back persona. "So what are you two up to Kurt?" The countertenors father's questioned, taking a step into the room and curiously looking at the pillow on Blaine's lap. Blaine shifted nervously, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, just watching a movie. Giving Finn and Rachel some time alone," Kurt answered. Apparently he had this innocence thing down pat. It was probably good because Blaine was showing his 'we're totally guilty' face.

Burt nodded. "Okay. Do you need to do that with door closed?"

Both boys shook their heads and Kurt tried to save face again. "Sorry. Rachel closed it behind her and I didn't bother getting up."

Burt looked between both of them with his eyes in a line, nodding and turning to leave. "Door stays open."

Kurt told his father okay and shot a glance to Blaine who was frozen still. He laughed a little because this was the same guy that stood on a stage in front of thousands of fans and performed his heart out, but when it came to meeting his dad he looked as if he'd pass out.

"Baby?"

Blaine turned only his head to face the beautiful boy. "Huh?"

"You okay?" Kurt giggled.

"Shut up."

….

"Make sure you ask your dads if you can come to my place tomorrow," Blaine told his sister once he pulled up to her place. The girl turned to him and kissed his cheek.

"They won't mind at all, Blaine. I just wanted to let you know that Puck is tagging along and he's bringing Santana. So be prepared."

Blaine rolled his eyes but laughed anyway. "I don't mind. The more the merrier. Get some rest. I love you."

She smiled, waving back at him slightly after hopping out of the Range Rover. "Love you more, Blainey."

The singer watched her all the way to the door, waving once more before she went inside. He couldn't remember the last time he had a day this awesome. Although he and Kurt didn't finish what they started before the blue eyed boy's parents got home, they did have a good time talking and watching television. He kept making Kurt laugh and reveling in the way he was addicted, his heart beating an unhealthy amount of times per minute. Burt walked past a few times, peering into the room suspiciously, and after about the seventh time he eventually said it was getting late. Blaine took the hint and said goodnight.

He had met Carole on the way out and she recognized him from the magazines. Rachel, Kurt, and Finn laughed because she was apparently a fan girl, though Burt had no clue what was going on. Blaine smiled when she asked for his autograph and gladly signed her stethoscope which was strange, but cute.

Before he drove back to his place, he texted Kurt with a little invitation.

Hey, sexy ;) –Blaine

Oh? The cat let go of your tongue? –Kurt

You know what, Kurt :( -Blaine

I'm sorry. Kiss? :-* -Kurt

Kiss. :-*. You're lucky you're so damn beautiful. So listen, I'm having a bunch of friends over tomorrow and I was thinking about letting you come. –Blaine

Oh you were thinking about it, huh? Who are these 'bunch' of friends? –Kurt

Yeah, if you're good I might let you come and spend some time with me. Free of parents. ;) -Blaine

My sister, Finn, and Puck and Santana for whatever reason. –Blaine

I was thinking about being bad, but fine I'll be good. :) –Kurt

Wow. Puck and Santana? I don't know if I want to come anymore. –Kurt

OMG you can be as bad as you want to, Kurt. I swear. And what do you mean by that? –Blaine

It's Puck and Santana, baby. They… jeez, I can't explain. You'll see tomorrow. –Kurt

Can I come? Pretty please :( –Kurt

Of course you can come, baby. Giggity. –Blaine

0_0 –Kurt

You lil' freak. –Kurt

Lol. I'll pick you up like 2ish? –Blaine

Sounds good to me. You know I miss you already right? –Kurt

I miss you, more. –Blaine

One thing I look for in a relationship is honesty, Blaine. So stop fibbing. –Kurt

Whatever. I'm going to call you as soon as I get in. I'm kind of texting to you from my car in front of Rachel's and this old lady that lives next door to her keeps watching me from her window. –Blaine

LOL. Mrs. Hankey. She's a bit much. Talk to you then, babe. –Kurt

:-* xoxo –Blaine

Muah :-* -Kurt

Blaine locked his phone and smiled widely. His heart kept doing this thing where it would beat so hard he was sure the ambulance would need to be called on his behalf but he was so head over heels and it was all perfect. He glanced up at Ms. Hankey and shook his head, the nosey lady staring straight into his car. He turned the ignition and pulled off in the direction of his new place.

Today was the most perfect day ever.

A/N: For those of you who follow my other stories as well, all three will be updated this weekend. At least that's my plan.

Up next, the group goes to Blaine's condo. James may or may not ruin everything. I haven't decided yet, lol. Please review?