A/N: Just some random fluff. Wrote it during Ancient and Math, and that was cool - I don't get in trouble on my birthday. Went and saw Rent at the theatre yesterday. That was a million amazings. Also got a 'Happy Birthday' from Aaron Page - one of the Warblers...kinda made my day.
Rating: G/K
Blaine didn't want to get up, no matter how much his leg was cramping. Kurt lay, facing him, clutching his jacket in a small fist. Blaine had only decided to stay the night after they had finished kissing - at about two in the morning. Okay, so they didn't exactly plan to kiss for that long - it just happened, and he couldn't be bothered to make the trip back. He wouldn't be missed at Dalton anyway - it was the weekend.
Blaine loved just watching his boyfriend. Kurt was pressed as close as humanly possible, of his own accord. His face was burrowed into Blaine's chest, and Blaine gently squeezed him.
A sound made Blaine freeze.
Someone was walking towards Kurt's room.
Nobody knew he was still here - his car was parked a few blocks away. This would be awkward. What could he do? He glanced at the window, but backtracked quickly - Kurt's room was on the second floor and there were no trees nearby.
The wardrobe?
No. What if it was Carole, trying to put clothes away? That would be potentially awkward, no matter which way Blaine tried to look at it.
He had to make a decision fast.
...
He shut his eyes.
Brilliant.
The door opened, and light flooded in. Someone - Carole? - gave a surprised squeak. Hell, it would have to be Carole, unless Finn had suddenly gone falsetto.
"Finn...!" Carole hissed.
"What Ma?"
"Shh! Did Kurt mention Blaine staying over or anything?"
There were heavy footsteps and Blaine assumed that Finn got closer. He tried to act as natural as possible, keeping his breathing even and relaxed. Inside, his heart was racing. They were going to get caught for sure.
"Well, he must've." Blaine cursed mentally - Finn wasn't the best at covering for them. Come to think of it, Finn wasn't really the best at much... "Well, he's here now. I suppose you can't really do anything about it."
Blaine revoked his earler statement. That was a perfect way to cover.
"Alright. Well, keep Burt downstairs until they wake up, okay?"
Finn must've nodded because the door closed and the room was plunged into darkness once again. Blaine creaked an eye open, praying that Carole wasn't just standing in the doorway still.
She wasn't.
The body beside him let out a hushed and contained giggle, and he stared down at Kurt in shock.
"You're awake?"
"Mmhm!" came the muffled reply.
"How long?" he hissed.
"For a while. You move so much while you're awake, even if you don't realise it," Kurt laughed quietly. "And you're also really crap at fake-sleeping."
"Just point out my insecurities, why don't you?" Blaine joked, pulling Kurt in tightly.
"It's no wonder we didn't get busted." Kurt poked him gently in the stomach, making him jerk away suddenly.
"Well, the window was an option, but I don't think you and a broken boyfriend would bode well for pictures."
Kurt just shook his head and they lay in silence. Blaine stretched his leg out gently - it was still cramping and had gotten slowly worse as he tried to keep it still.
"Stop moving." Kurt mumbled against Blaine's shirt and Blaine gave him an amused frown.
"Yes mother." Blaine remained still, and Kurt grinned a little, shifting up to kiss him.
When Blaine didn't respond, he let out a frustrated noise, gently nibbling at his lips. Blaine just watched him, hardly blinking, barely breathing. Kurt huffed.
"Now you're just being cruel," he moped. "You can move now."
Blaine practically pounced on him, attacking Kurt's mouth with his own. "I was hoping you'd say that," he said between kisses. "Because it was getting really hard to resist you."
"Boys! Are you awake?" Carole called through the door and they both froze, mid-kiss.
"Yeah." Kurt called, brushing Blaine's lips as he spoke.
"I want you..." Blaine hissed into his ear, and Kurt's eyes widened.
"Breakfast is almost ready." Carole called as Blaine started tonguing Kurt's jawline, making a trail up to his ear.
Kurt bit his lip. It was all he could do to stop from emitting a low moan.
"We'll be down after ...a se...c." Kurt almost said sex, which made Blaine laugh against his cheek.
There seemed to be a stunned silence on the other side of the door, and both boys laughed nervously as Carole's footsteps turned down the hall.
"Come on, I don't want them thinking anything." Kurt took Blaine's hand, making a cursory glance in the mirror before flicking his hair into place. These days it barely took hairspray - his hair just knew what he wanted.
Blaine laughed and ended up dragging him out the door.
"Morning Blaine." Kurt grinned, giving him a kiss before they started down the stairs.
"Morning."