Chapter 11
Blaine and Kurt held hands all the way to Blaine’s apartment. Blaine ran his thumb over Kurt’s knuckles. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Kurt said with a sigh. “I just can’t believe he’s still trying to get under my skin like that.”
“Trying?” Blaine said with a soft smile. “Meaning he didn’t?”
“For a second he did. Then I looked at you and whatever he said after that was just noise.” He said and smiled up at Blaine, who was thankful for the stoplight that allowed him to look at Kurt.
‘Really?” he asked.
“Really.”
“Was he always like that?” Blaine asked
“You mean a giant dick?” Kurt said with a laugh “Not right at first. Not until I had already fallen for him.”
“Kurt I want you to know that would never—“ Blaine began but Kurt cut him off.
“I know. You’re better than that.” He said rubbing his thumb over Blaine’s knuckles. “That’s why I love you so much.”
Blaine was unable to speak. He squeezed Kurt’s hand hard and flashed a quick smile in Kurt’s direction.

The next week, Kurt left to visit his father for the week and Blaine started teaching his summer course. On Wednesday, Blaine was sitting in his office when his Skype call tone sounded. He quickly clicked answer. “Hey, Tesoro.” He said. When he looked up to find an older man scowling into the camera he jumped.
“Mr. Hummel?” he said.
In the background he heard his boyfriend’s voice. “Dad, you’ve got to move, he can’t see me.”
“Oh, sorry.” Burt Hummel grumbled, and shifted until Kurt’s face appeared in the frame as well.
“Hey, baby.” Kurt said cheerfully. “I thought that since you couldn’t meet my dad in the conventional sense, you could meet him this way.”
Blaine swallowed nervously but smiled. ‘It’s great to finally meet you, Mr. Hummel. Kurt speaks very highly of you.”
“Call me Burt. That Mr. Hummel crap makes me feel old.”
Blaine laughed at that and tapped his pen on his desk, searching for a topic of conversation. “You’re a Buckeyes fan aren’t you?” he said suddenly.
Burt grinned and leaned forward in his chair. “You too?” he asked
“Yes sir.” Blaine replied. “What do you think about the new coach?”
Blaine saw Kurt roll his eyes. “I think I’m going to check on dinner.” He said. “I’ll be right back.”
Once he had left the room Burt moved until he once again took up the whole camera. “I wanted to say something to you before Kurt gets back.” He said.
“Okay.” Said Blaine.
“I don’t really know anything about you Blaine, and I intend to change that, but I haven’t seen Kurt this happy, this long since his mom died and I know I have you to thank for it.” there was a sheen to the older man’s eyes as he spoke. “You’ve got his heart, Blaine. Don’t break it.” the last was said in a warning tone and Blaine nodded.
“That is the last thing I want to do.” He said.
Kurt came into the room then and smiled at the two men, one next to him, the other on the screen. “Is the football talk over?” he said “Because Carol wants you in the kitchen.”
Burt smiled fondly at the sound of his wife’s name. “Duty calls then.” He said and heaved himself out of the chair. Kurt quickly moved to take his place in front of the webcam.
“So, did you two get along?” he said.
“Yeah, your dad is great.” Blaine said. “He really cares about you.”
“Yeah he does.” Kurt said with a smile. “So you’re planning a big welcome for when I get back right?” he said his tone teasing.
Blaine laughed. “Of course I am.” He said.
“Good.” Kurt grinned. “I had better go. I’ll see you Friday, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Blaine said. “Bye baby.”

With that they disconnected and Blaine when back to work. On Friday Blaine met Kurt at the airport and that night they went to Kurt and Rachel’s for dinner. Rachel had cooked, much to Kurt’s surprise quite successfully. They all chatted as they ate, getting louder and louder the more wine they consumed. By the time they finished Kurt was feeling light and giggly.
“Well,” said Rachel. “I am going out, you two…don’t go anywhere.” She said shaking her head at the pair, who were half in each other’s laps at the table.
Rachel had been gone for several minutes before they chose to move from the table to Kurt’s room. as soon as they crossed the threshold, Blaine backed Kurt against the wall and kissed him hard. Kurt moaned and took control of the kiss, backing Blaine up blindly. They ended up veering to the left and slamming into the dresser. Blaine grunted but barely noticed the pain because Kurt had turned his attention to Blaine’s neck.
Kurt kissed his way lower and lower until he hit the collar of Blaine’s t-shirt, and let out a frustrated growl. “Fuck, Kurt.” Blaine gasped as the other man began to pull at his shirt, yanking it up over his head and putting his mouth on the newly exposed skin before the garment hit the floor.
He swirled his tongue around Blaine’s nipple, drawing a moan from his lips. He turned his attention to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as his hands skimmed down Blaine’s body until they reached the waistband of his jeans and began to undo the button. That done, he started to work the jeans down until they fell around his ankles.
Kurt kissed his way down Blaine’s torso. When he reached the top of Blaine’s boxers he began to pull those down as well, Blaine hissed as the fabric slid over his swollen erection. “Kurt, I---“ He ground out, looking down at the top of his head. The other man looked up at him, deep blue eyes locking with Blaine’s as he pressed his finger to his lips.
Kurt took one hand and wrapped it around the base of Blaine’s cock, sliding it up slowly as he watched Blaine throw his head back and groan. Kurt slid his thumb over the tip and Blaine shuddered. “Kurt.” He moaned again, seemingly incapable of saying anything else.
Kurt slid his palm up and down a few more times before sinking his mouth down over the head. Blaine bucked his hips upward, his feet slid forward and forced his cock farther into Kurt’s mouth and slamming his shoulders against the dresser.
Kurt gaged a bit and pulled back, then took more of Blaine that before into his mouth and began to move, pressing his tongue to the underside of Blaine’s cock and allowing it to drag along it as he went up and down. Blaine moaned loudly, clenching a fist into Kurt’s hair. He was still saying the other man’s name, now over and over again like a prayer. It wasn’t long before Kurt felt Blaine tense, and the other man came down his throat.
Kurt swallowed hard but a small amount of cum still dribbled out of the corner of his mouth, he pulled back and licked it away and Blaine tugged on his hair, forcing Kurt to look up. His blue eyes locked with Blaine’s as he stood and kissed him.
They walked the couple of feet to the bed hand in hand. When they reached it, Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt and pulled them both onto the bed, Kurt giggling as he fell.

They spent most of the next day in bed. When they finally surfaced at noon, they found that Rachel was still gone. They had started to make sandwiches for themselves when Rachel came in, looking as though she was trying to sneak in. “Hey there Ray.” Kurt said, licking mustard of a butter knife.
“Where have you been?” Blaine asked with a teasing smile.
“Out.” Rachel said.
“All night?” Kurt asked.
“Yes.: she replied slowly, backing away from the pair as if they pointed a gun at her until she finally half ran the rest of the way to her room.
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other. “I’ll figure that out later.” He said. “Right now I’m starving.” Blaine laughed and they finished their meal and took it back to Kurt’s room. there they remained for the rest of the day.
“So are you going to tell me why you’ve been so jumpy lately.” Kurt asked from the couch, causing Rachel to almost jump out of her skin. Blaine had left that morning to get some work done and Kurt had been waiting to ambush her since then.
“I’m not jumpy.” She said.
“Uh huh. So you are you seeing that you don’t want me to know about?” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No one, Kurt.” She said. “Can you just drop it. when I’m ready to tell you what’s going on, I will. I promise.”
Kurt looked at her dubiously for a few seconds. “Alright.” He said. “I’ll drop it. For now.”
“Thank you.” She said and squeezed his shoulder before sashaying out of the room.

A little later that evening, as Kurt and Rachel were just finishing up dinner when a knock sounded at the door. “Were you expecting someone?” Kurt asked.
“No.” she said. Both of them made their way to the door. Kurt groaned when it opened to reveal Trevor. “What do you want?” he asked shortly.
“Always so short with me.” Trevor said and tried to push past Kurt into the apartment but was stopped by Rachel.
“What do you want Trevor?” Rachel asked.
“I want to speak to my boyfriend without your nosey ass in the way.” He hissed and attempted to get around the two of them.
“Ex-boyfriend, Trevor.” Kurt said “And don’t speak to her like that.”
“Get out of here asshole.” Rachel snarled, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture.
“Fine.” He said, a scowl on his face. “I don’t have to put up with this.” And with that he stomped dramatically down the hall and out of sight.