A/N: Glad you liked the last one :)
"As much as I love Glee club, and all the dance and singing practice, that stage is hell on my legs." Kurt sighed, coming out of the bathroom as he towelled his hair dry.
Blaine was stretched lazily on his bed, tapping along to music he could hear in his head.
"My turn in the shower?" he asked, grinning at Kurt. "And I'll massage your legs when I get out?"
Kurt took Blaine's place on the bed when Blaine got up, his eyes closed.
"As long as that's all you do." He smirked, peeking up at Blaine. "Dad will be home soon, and I really don't have the energy."
Blaine pouted.
"Okay."
^.^
By the time Blaine got out of the shower, Kurt was half asleep, stretched out on his stomach.
Blaine stood in the doorway, his eyes raking over his perfect body, a fond smile on his lips. Kurt was his boyfriend – and Kurt was amazing and he was his. His smile grew, lighting up his face as he watched Kurt's back slowly rise and fall with his breaths, and he wondered how he ever got so lucky.
"Stop staring and get over here." Kurt mumbled into the pillow, effectively ruining Blaine's train of thought as he kicked his legs impatiently.
Blaine laughed, kneeling on the bed and shuffling over, his strong hands gently rubbing over his calves.
"Better?" he asked, moving to sit more comfortably.
"Much." Kurt yawned into his pillow.
"Hey, no sleeping." Blaine told him.
"Why?" Kurt whined.
"Cause your dad will be home soon?"
"So?"
Blaine sighed, shaking his head.
"If you go to sleep, I'm going to go home."
Kurt opened one eye, peaking up at him.
"Why would you do that?"
"Because it'll be awkward if Burt gets home to find you asleep, and me still here?"
Kurt pouted at him.
"No it won't." He yawned. "Dad's used to me sleeping after practice."
Blaine's hands stilled, glancing hesitantly toward the door, an adorably concerned frown on his face.
"Blaine, come here." Kurt ordered, rolling his eyes.
Blaine hesitated, before slowly crawling up the bed, stopping when his head rested on the same pillow as Kurt's.
"Yes?"
Kurt smiled, pressing their lips together slowly as he sleepily cuddled into Blaine, throwing a leg over both of his and reaching for Blaine's hand, clasping their fingers together as he dropped his head onto Blaine's chest.
"Stay there." He murmured, nuzzling him gently.
Blaine grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of Kurt's head before laying still, his eyes closing slowly.
A few more minutes couldn't hurt.
^.^
Blaine jolted awake.
He could've sworn someone was watching him.
He cracked his eyes open, and there Burt Hummel stood at the foot of the bed, his eyebrows raised.
"Evening." He muttered.
Blaine's eyes widened as he felt just where Kurt was still sprawled over him.
"Um.." Blaine started, and Burt raised an eyebrow at him. "Um, well, you see." He stuttered, trying to sit up, despite Kurt still being half on top of him.
"Shh." Burt said finally. "Don't wake him." He nodded at Kurt, and Blaine collapsed back down on the bed.
"I'm assuming nothing happened, since Finn is home, and the door was open, but I still want to talk to you both later." Burt told him seriously, leaving after Blaine had nodded with wide, scared eyes.
Blaine relaxed as soon as he was gone, tightening his grip on Kurt.
Kurt laughed against his neck, placing sleepy kisses on the skin there.
"I told you it'd be okay."
Blaine frowned. "Your definition of 'okay' is quite loose."
"I know what else is quite loose." Kurt whispered and Blaine blushed, smacking him gently.
"Your dad wants to talk to us…"
"He'll probably just tell us not to have sex until we're ready…cue ten minutes of awkward conversation where we sit on opposite couches, staring at our hands, and then we can go back to your house and have sex."
Blaine frowned. "Right. Sounds legitimate."
Kurt nodded. "Just keep your mouth shut, and we'll be fine."
A/N: Poor Burt. I can only imagine the amount of times he's walked in on weird shit happening. Also, remember how I was ranting about the four hours of work I lost? I rewrote it. *Proudface.