A/N: I don't know if you can tell by the crappiness, but I didn't feel like writing tonight. I had to get this out though because I'll be away for 5/6 days. Sorry *Hides*
Rating: G-T (Groping)
"Kurt."
Burt sounded very much like stone, his voice coming out low and harsh, almost like a bark.
Kurt's eyes widened, his heart leaping into his throat. Blaine stiffened beneath him, his closed eyes now open and as wide as Kurt's were. Kurt stopped kissing Blaine's neck, stopped his left hand, which had fumbled its way to Blaine's belt; stopped his right hand, which was gently squeezing Blaine's ass. Blaine, in turn, had stopped clutching at Kurt so desperately, wondering if Burt had heard the small moans a few seconds earlier.
Kurt pulled himself off Blaine completely, sitting on the couch and biting his lower lip, trying his hardest to put on his 'innocent' look as he started to flush brilliant shades of red.
"Hi dad…?"
Burt didn't look amused – but then again, he had looked less amused the previous nine times they had been caught. They should've learnt to be more careful…
"I…didn't know you were going to be back so…soon." Kurt looked at the clock nonchalantly.
"Clearly."
Blaine had sat up, blushing more than Kurt was, staring at his hands and hiding under his curly locks.
Burt was sighing, clearly over his initial panic at seeing them. "Look…I get that you…have feelings for each other, but could you please keep it in your room?"
Kurt's eyes lit up slightly.
"And above the sheets!" Burt added, his cheeks tinting pink slightly.
Kurt went back to flushing, but he was grinning all the same. "Thanks Dad…and of course, we will."
Blaine mumbled some sort of agreement, still glaring at his hands.
"Good." At that, Burt returned to his car, pulling more groceries from the back seat.
Blaine sat back slightly, wide-eyed.
"I…I think we should go help him." Blaine muttered, getting up and hurrying to the car.
Kurt was amused.
^.^
The couple sat on Kurt's bed, later that day. Blaine sat a good foot or two away from Kurt, curled up with Kurt's pillow. Kurt was glancing at some new sheet music, humming to himself.
"Hey Kurt…is your dad home?" Blaine asked softly, and Kurt looked at his wall-clock.
"Nope…he's gone back to the shop."
Blaine's eyes lit up slightly, crawling forward and kissing Kurt's cheek, before straddling his backside and planting kisses on his neck. Kurt leaned forward, letting out a small moan before chuckling.
"Please don't tell me you're not going to touch me unless dad is at work?"
Blaine faltered slightly. "Well…"
In one quick movement, Kurt turned himself, sitting up so Blaine was sitting in his lap.
"Don't be scared of my dad. He approves of us." Kurt kissed his lips gently. "He approves of you."
Blaine kissed him back slightly, looking thoughtful. Kurt moved his hand down to stroke Blaine's thigh gently, placing small kisses along his lips.
"So…where were we…?"
A/N: Mhm.