A/N: Awh. You guys. So lovely. ANYWAY, you guys are all absolutely beautiful. Quite honestly, I just want to sit you all down in a giant room filled with Courage banners, complete with Scarves and Coffee, and give you all giant hugs. A couple of shoutouts, because the girls asked so nicely :P Regina and Rose, thank you so much for the review! So glad you guys are enjoying everything! :D

Rating; Smut! At the end, and not much of it, but it's dirty still, so... :)

I do believe this was a prompt from Tumblr... :D

"Dad won't be home for another couple of hours…" Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine's neck and sending shivers down his boyfriends' spine.

"Mmm…" Blaine muttered, running his hands up and down Kurt's side, fingers tapping into him like a piano. "What were you thinking of doing?"

Kurt growled, nipping and biting his neck. "Don't make me say it…"

"But I like it when you talk…" Blaine pouted as Kurt's tongue soothed the bites.

"I love you." Kurt muttered.

Blaine smirked, pushing Kurt down on the bed to start an assault on his lips.

"I. Love. You. Too." He grinned, punctuating his words with pecks to Kurt's lips.

"Shirt. Off." He whined.

Blaine smirked, sitting up just long enough to pull his shirt off. Kurt was watching him wide eyed, and Blaine leant down to kiss him hungrily.

"You too." He murmered against his lips. "Get rid of the layers."

Kurt pouted, pushing at his chest so he'd sit up again.

He sat up as well, hurriedly pulling his shirts off over his head, not caring that he'd messed his hair up.

Blaine was pressed up against him as soon as he'd gotten his arms free, pushing him back down on the bed and running his hands through Kurt's hair.

He made his way down Kurt's neck, stopping only to suck hard enough to create a hickey.

"Hey, no." Kurt protested, tugging at his hair. "No hickeys."

Blaine pulled back to smirk at him.

"You know you love it. Any excuse to wear scarves, right?" Blaine teased.

Kurt pouted, and Blaine leant back down to kiss it away.

Blaine had just started sucking on Kurt's neck again, when there was a knock at the door, and Finn barged in without waiting for an answer.

"Hey, Kurt... holy fuck, what are you doing?" he asked in horror, his eyes wide.

Blaine buried his face in Kurt's shoulder. "What does it look like…"

"Kurt! Burt said not in his house!"

"Finn, get out!" Kurt growled. "God knows I've heard you and Rachel going at it when she's here, so don't you dare talk about not doing it in my father's house. Now get out!"

Finn looked like he wanted to continue, but he took a look at the way Blaine was sucking on the side of Kurt's neck and decided against it.

"Ugh…" he muttered, before exiting with a disgusted shake of his head.

Blaine was still insistently sucking at his neck, but Kurt pushed him off. "Sorry baby…not now."

Blaine groaned, lying down on his back along the bed, his legs still partially around Kurt's hips. Kurt laughed, stroking his leg.

"Sorry…"

"Fucking Finn…" he muttered, shaking his head.

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It was an over an hour later, when Blaine managed to get Kurt in the mood again. He pressed little kisses to his neck, and finally Kurt turned around from his laptop and laughed, kissing him properly.

"You really want this, don't you?"

"I've been hard for an hour." He admitted with half a blush. "It's taken all my willpower not to go into the bathroom and sort myself out."

Kurt's eyes widened, pushing Blaine down onto the bed and kissing him again. "Why didn't you tell me? I thought Finn had effectively killed the mood."

Blaine shrugged. "It felt awkward trying to bring that up in conversation."

Kurt stifled a laugh, moving down Blaine's body and undoing the button on his pants, pulling the zipper down. Blaine leant up on his elbows, his back to the door, and watched Kurt hungrily. He pulled Blaine's cock free of his pants, and Blaine moaned in pleasure – glad to be finally rid of the pressure that had been achingly uncomfortable for the better part of that hour.

Kurt chuckled, dipping down to press a kiss to the head of his cock. Blaine moaned again, writhing slightly as Kurt grinned at him shyly, sinking down further and sucking at the head.

Cue Finn.

"So, hopefully – oh my fucking god!" Finn leapt out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. "How long do you guys fucking take?"

Blaine and Kurt were scarlet – they had jumped in horror (Kurt had almost choked), and they had pulled the covers over themselves, completely mortified.

"Finn, just go out, okay?" Kurt called, slightly pissed – still red and not able to look at anything but the ceiling. "Go out – go see Puck, or go to Rachel or something. We will text you when we can look at you again without blushing…"

"You think you're scarred? I just witnessed-"

"Finn." Blaine managed, his eyes closing. "Go out."

"Fine." Finn agreed finally. They heard him stomping through the house, neither of them daring to move until they heard the front door slam, and Finn's car start.

Kurt closed his eyes, unable to even look at Blaine yet.

Blaine sighed, propping himself up on an elbow and leaning over Kurt.

"Look at me." He murmured softly.

Kurt blinked, still blushing slightly.

"Mood effectively ruined?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Blaine.

Blaine laughed as he rearranged himself until he was straddling Kurt, draped over his chest.

"Oh no babe. It takes far more than that."