Lisa Anderson entered her house after long day at the office. Her only wish for that moment was to collapse on her bed and sleep in her husbands arms till the next century. But Richard Anderson was currently somewhere in Singapore, finalising some very important transfer. Thats where the problem began. Her husband was abroad, shed worked long after her office hours, and her youngest son had a premiere night of the school musical in which he played the lead. Sighing heavily, Lisa prepared herself for facing Blaine, apologising again for missing another play. She turned the lights on and the display that greeted her, took her off guard.

There, in the middle of the hallway, lay a black, expensive vest. She came closer and picked it up. It was definitely a male vest and definitely did not belong to Blaine. Frowning, her eyes wandered down the hallway and saw another piece of fabric, hanging from a little table. As turned out, it was a white and blue, stripped, long sleeve t-shirt. Lisa remembered buying it for Blaines birthday last year. She looked up and saw another long sleeve, white t-shirt, hanging from the railing. On first step of the stairs stood one singular sneaker. Blaines, to be exact. A few steps further was a pair of black boots, then the second sneaker. She climbed up the stairs, collecting the abandoned things.

The second floors hallway greeted her with view of her favourite vase laying broken on the floor, right next to two pairs of trousers. She picked them up, too. The door to Blaines room was slightly open and the dim light casted the floor. Lisa came closer to her sons room, and when she was a few steps away, she heard a rustle of sheets. Sounds of skin slapping skin. Gentle moans. Hushed cries of pleasure. Feeling like a creep, but at the same time intrigued, she pushed the door a little more.

In the bed were two bodies, slick with sweat, pink from exhaustion, naked body belonging to two teenagers.

Blaine was on his back, sucking the second boys neck, as the boy, whom she recognised as Kurt, Blaines friend, moved firmly and rhythmically between her sons legs.

"God, youre so perfect" Kurt, whispered.

"My sweet love, Im all yours" Blaine replayed, abandoning Kurts neck to claim his lips.

Their kiss was sweet, gentle, but yet full of passion and love they shared. Lisa felt herself blushing, she knew she should turn around and let the boys be, but she was glued to the spot. The way they moved, talked, looked at each other - it was pure love. Shes never seen something like that, the feeling so strong and selfless. Lisa wasnt sure if the emotion she shared with her husband was at the same level as the love between those two boys. She knew that world wouldnt understand this affections, that people would think its something horribly wrong and that made her heart ache. It was nothing wrong with them and the way they acted right now. Although surprised she didnt know about her sons relationship, Lisa understood that Blaine and Kurt were two soulmates, reconnecting into one, now complete, body. And the act of them making love was utterly beautiful.

When they started to move more erratic and their breathing was heavier, she turned around and quietly closed the door. As she finished folding the clothes and laid them down on the floor, next to the shoes, she heard a loud cries of both boys names and I love yous repeated over and over again. Smiling, she came downstairs, left a short note at the fridge and exited the house.

Those two boys deserved to be alone.