Young Love

Kurt rushed through his moisturizing routine; he had taken a cold shower as he had planned to calm himself down. He really hoped that he would be able to control his hormones around Blaine, but at this point he really was starting to doubt it. Most of the time all he had to do was look at Blaine and his hormones started to race. Kurt let out a sigh as he finished putting his French orange-ginger Shea butter lotion on his forehead. When he was done rubbing the lotion into his skin and satisfied that he had moisturized his skin well enough he stuck his bottle of lotion back into the drawer of the counter and then fixed his hair again. He stepped back from the counter and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was perfectly crafted as usual and his clothes looked really good on him, a pair of light gray super skinny jeans, and a bright blue quarter length sleeve shirt, paired with a medium gray scarf. He loved this time of year, it was prefect scarf weather.

Kurt ran his hands over the soft fabric of his shirt, over the slight crease it had from where he had had it folded on the counter. When he was satisfied with the fabric he turned off the light above the mirror and headed for the door.

Blaine stilled the pen in his hand and looked up at the opening door. Kurt looked amazing. Blue and gray really suited him.

"Hey you, what are you doing?" Kurt asked when Blaine looked up at him. He was sitting on the bed, his legs brought up towards his chest, a purple journal propped on his knees. The pen he held in his hand was hovering over the paper, he had been writing on.

Blaine smiled at Kurt. "Writing in my journal, haven't really done it for a few days." Blaine sat the silver and black pen in his hand down on the paper and closed the cover.

"What are you writing about?" Kurt wondered. Blaine blushed and looked away from Kurt. "You don't have to tell me!" Kurt chuckled. Blaine had an adorable blush covering his cheeks. "I was just curious!" Kurt admitted and came over to the bed and leaned down and kissed Blaine on the forehead.

"I was actually writing about you..." Blaine told Kurt as he looked at him.

"Really?"

"Mmmhmm..." Blaine mumbled and turned his head away again.

"Telling your journal what a horrible boyfriend I am right?"

Blaine whipped his head around so he was looking at Kurt again. He was ready to scold Kurt for saying what he said but Kurt had a smirk on his face, his eyes shining bright as he stared back at Blaine. Blaine felt the grin come onto his face and he reached out and playfully pushed Kurt in the stomach. His fingers lingered for a short time when he realized how soft the fabric of Kurt's shirt was.

Kurt chuckled and stepped backwards. "Pushy!" Kurt chuckled again when Blaine crinkled his nose up at him. Kurt stepped back towards the bed and sat down by Blaine's still bare feet. "You can write some more if you want too..." Kurt put his hand on Blaine's knee.

"I thought that we were going to cuddle and watch a movie, until your dad and Carole came home." Blaine smiled at Kurt and placed his hand on top of Kurt's. "I couldn't decide on a movie..." Blaine shrugged his shoulders.

"I did say we were going to do that didn't I? Well let's see..." Kurt got back up off the bed and walked over to where he kept his movies. "How about a comedy..." He looked back at Blaine who nodded at him. "Taxi...?"

Blaine smiled he liked that movie. "That's a funny movie...sounds great." Blaine placed his journal on the bedside table and then laid down on his side on the bed placing his head on the soft pillow, that despite Kurt being housed at Dalton now, still smelled like him. He nuzzled his nose slightly against the pillow breathing in the scent of Kurt and then closed his eyes. Blaine could lose himself in that scent, it was so undeniably Kurt and it was intoxicating. Blaine let out a huff of air as he came back to what was going on around him. He opened his eyes again when he heard Kurt move around across the room. Blaine watched Kurt as he popped the movie into the built in DVD player on the flat-screen TV that hung on the wall and then grabbed the controller and came over to the bed.

Kurt climbed over Blaine so he could take up the space on the bed behind him and hug him from behind, which he realized Blaine loved laying like this with him, whenever they watched movies now. Kurt didn't mind spooning. Kurt smiled to himself as he slid into his spot pulling Blaine into his arms and pressing their bodies together. The first time they laid like this Kurt was surprised that it was okay with Blaine, after what had happened to him, Kurt wasn't sure if he himself would be okay with this type of contact if it had happened to him. Kurt shook his head. He didn't want to think about that right now, even though, if he was being honest with himself, Jeremiah being in his house earlier freaked him out to no end.

Kurt rested his chin on Blaine's shoulder and looked at the TV as the movie's opening credits began to play. He glanced down at Blaine's face, his eyes are closed his long dark lashes fanned out on his cheekbones he looked really content. Kurt wasn't sure how long he had been lying there watching Blaine's face, it hadn't been till Blaine brought his hand up to forehead, pressing his palm of his hand against it, that Kurt realized he was still staring at him and not paying attention to the movie. "Are you okay baby?"

Blaine opened his eyes and turned his head some so he could look at Kurt's face. "Just have a slight headache..." Blaine admitted as he rubbed his hand over his forehead again.

Kurt nodded his head as he got confirmation on what he thought Blaine was going to say. "You have a hangover from last night. Do you want something for it?" Kurt knew he had some Tylenol in his bathroom and hoped that Blaine could take it without any problems. "Is Tylenol okay?" Kurt asked when Blaine nodded, telling Kurt he wanted the medicine.

"Yes that's great, where is it?" Blaine asked as he started to slide off the bed.

Kurt tightened his arms around Blaine's waist and pulled him back close to him. "Where do you think you are going?"

Blaine let out a chuckle and placed his hands on top of Kurt's hands which were clasped together over his lower stomach. "Going to go get the pills..." Blaine let out a small squeak when Kurt tightened his arms again.

"I was going to get them for you..." Kurt said in a serious tone. He liked taking care of Blaine. Kurt realized that he was good at taking care of people when his dad had been sick, with his heart problem.

"I can get them, if you tell me where you keep the bottle..." Blaine protested with a smile on his face.

"Nope..." Kurt unfolded his arms from around Blaine's waist and then slipped off the other side of the bed which was closer to the bathroom. He flicked on the light above the mirror so he could locate the white bottle. He snatched up the bottle and popped the lid. Kurt dumped out two of the oblong red and blue coated pills into the palm of his left hand and then replaced the lid back on the bottle and then the bottle back into the cabinet. He grabbed one of the small Dixie paper cups out of the dispenser and filled it with cold water. Normally Kurt just drank bottled or filtered water but their town water was acceptable enough to take pills with, though he wouldn't recommend drinking a lot of it.

Blaine watched as Kurt came out of the bathroom pills and cup in hand and held them out to him. Blaine smiled and then sat up and took the items from Kurt's outstretched arms. He swallowed the pills and water and then tossed the paper cup into the trashcan. "Thank-you!"

Kurt smiled at Blaine and then climbed back on the bed into the same position he had been lying in before. He extended his arms towards Blaine, who smiled and then laid back down into Kurt's arms, resuming their earlier position. Kurt snuggled against Blaine's back and nuzzled his face against his neck, getting a small giggle from Blaine. Kurt turned his attention back towards the TV.

 Burt Hummel pulled the car into the driveway and turned off the engine. The closer they had seemed to get the home the harder it seemed to want to rain. The sky was very angry looking, gray in color right now and didn't look like it was going to let up anytime soon. "Looks like we're going to need the umbrellas just to get to the house without getting soaked..." Burt told Carole as he looked out the side window and then he reached into the back seat. He grabbed two umbrellas and handed one to her. "Kurt will kill me if I catch a cold." Burt let out a chuckle at the thought of his son taking care of him.

"Yes he would..." Carole agreed with a chuckle of her own. She opened the car door and popped open the umbrella before she stood up. The rain had cooled off the air even more and it was now rather chilly out. She quickly followed Burt to the back of the car and helped pull out their bags from the trunk. "So that must be Evan's car..." Carole pointed out the blue Ford Mustang parked on the side of the road.

"Must be, I don't remember him having that car thought..." Burt shook his head, he always remembered people's cars, and he really didn't remember Evan having that car. Burt looked at the car and then towards the house as they made their way up the front walk way towards the front door. Burt took a hold of the doorknob and started to turn it, finding it locked, that didn't really surprise him Kurt usually locked the door when he was the only one home, but what Burt didn't like is that it was locked and Kurt said Evan was here and got in with a key, but why did he lock the door behind him. Burt didn't know what to think. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and found the house key and unlocked the door and swinging it open letting his wife go in before him.

Kurt let out a groan when he felt Blaine move in his arms, he wasn't sure what Blaine was doing. Kurt opened his eyes and looked down at Blaine. He had just rolled over so he was facing Kurt, his face buried against Kurt's chest. Kurt smiled and then ran his hand through Blaine's curls. He wondered if the medicine had helped his headache go away yet. Kurt was about to close his eyes again when he glanced at the door, it was open and there was someone standing leaning against the door frame watching them. Kurt felt his body tense as he tried to focus on the person standing there he didn't think it was his dad, it didn't look like his frame and then he remembered that his uncle Evan was in the house.

Kurt let out a sigh and then shook his head. He was still really sleepy and didn't feel like having to argue with his uncle. "I thought I said if you needed anything to yell..." Kurt said trying to keep his voice low enough so that he wouldn't wake up the sleeping boy in his arms but loud enough so that his uncle would hear him.

"I did and you didn't respond or come down so I thought I would come see why." Evan said with a smile on his face.

Kurt shook his head. He didn't believe what was just said. Kurt knew for sure that he would have heard him calling for him. He wasn't that sound of a sleeper. When Kurt was taking care of his dad, whenever Burt needed anything he would yell and Kurt would hear him. He decided not to say anything on the matter right now though. He took in his uncle's appearance more now than he had earlier. He was tall like Kurt. Their frames were built the same, although Evan was boarder in the shoulders. His hair was the same chestnut brown as Kurt's was, the same color his mother Elizabeth had had, but was a lot longer and not kept as nice as Kurt's was. Kurt really couldn't make out the color of his eyes, and Evan's facial features were harsher than Kurt's own. "Sorry I guess I was really out then..." Kurt lied and put a fake smile on his face. 

Evan's smile never left his face as he brought the beer bottle up to his lips and took a drink. Kurt wasn't sure what time it was so he glanced at the alarm clock sitting on his nightstand. It was now almost four, his dad would be home soon. Kurt turned his attention the TV screen, the movie was back on the menu screen, it had been over a while ago. "What was it you wanted?" Kurt asked turning his attention back to his uncle.

"Oh I was wondering if there was more beer and if I could have some food..."

Kurt noticed that his words were slightly slurred now. He was just about ready to say something when he felt Blaine move in his arms and let out a small grumble. Kurt watched Blaine as he raised his head from Kurt's chest and looked up at him, blinking his eyes. "Hey baby..." Kurt said in a soft tone.

"Hi, why do I smell beer?" Blaine asked as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. His head was feeling a lot better, but the smell of beer always turned his stomach and right now the stench was rather strong. Blaine didn't think he would ever be a beer drinker.

"Because my uncle is standing in the doorway with a beer in his hand..." Kurt told Blaine and then ran his hand up and down Blaine's back. Kurt would never get tired of this sweater Blaine was wearing.

Blaine glanced back at the doorway and Kurt's uncle's smile widened. Blaine quickly turned his attention back to Kurt giving him a questioning look. He wasn't sure why his uncle was standing in the doorway, giving him a creepy smile.

Kurt tried to give Blaine a reassuring smile and then he looked back up at his uncle. "I think you've had enough beer, you drank five of them..." Kurt remember that his dad always bought a six pack on Friday for the weekend but where he was gone this weekend he wasn't here to drink them. Kurt remembered seeing his dad have one Friday when he and Blaine had got home but didn't see him have any of the others. "And you can help yourself to the food as long as you don't make a mess of the kitchen..." Kurt told him.

Evan's smile wasn't on his face anymore. "I don't need you telling me whether I've had enough beer or not...I don't know where anything is..."

Kurt could tell that his uncle was just being difficult. It wasn't that hard to figure things out in a kitchen. "You already had some things out earlier...I'm sure you can manage..." Kurt had his eyebrow rose at him.

Everything was quiet for a few minutes before Evan said anything again. "I'm surprised you aren't up here doing something...when I was your age I was taking advantage of a parent free house..." The smile was back on his face again. "If my girlfriend had been as good looking as he is, than I would've been having a lot more sex when I was a teenager..."

Kurt wrapped his arms tighter around Blaine, he didn't like the way his uncle kept talking about him.

"You're pretty good looking too, Kurt, you two should be all over each other..."

Blaine started chewing on his bottom lip, Kurt is gorgeous but its creepy hearing it come from Kurt's uncle... Blaine was going to say something on the matter but he didn't think it was a smart idea, he had dealt with drunken men before and he didn't know what sort of thing would set Evan off. Blaine looked up at Kurt when he felt him grip the material of Blaine's sweater in his hands, making fists. He knew Kurt was getting more uncomfortable by the minute.

"Help yourself to the food..." Kurt repeated trying to politely tell his uncle to leave them alone without actually having to tell him too. Kurt watched as his uncle nodded once and then turned and stumbled out of the doorway. When Kurt was sure that he was closer to the stairs he jumped off the bed and rushed over to the door closing it and locking it. I really hope dad gets here soon...

Carole sat her bags down and then took the umbrella from Burt and walked back towards the still open door and shook them out before she closed them completely. The house was really quite except for the faint sound of the TV coming from the living room. Carole watched as Burt sat his bags down too and then she hung up the umbrellas on the coat rack. She removed her shoes and then looked up at her husband, he started to make his way to the living room wet shoes still on his feet and Carole made a disapproving sound at him that stopped him in his tracks.

Burt stopped in his tracks when he heard the noise escape his wives mouth. She was not kidding around when she made that noise. She did not want wet shoes being worn around the clean house. He backtracked a few steps and then slipped off his shoes and was about to head towards the living room when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs causing him to look up to see who was coming.

The person that was coming down the stairs was built like Kurt but something was off about him so Burt wasn't sure it was his son after all. When the figure reached the bottom of the stairs Burt realized it was Evan. It was a shock to him how much his Kurt actually looked like Elizabeth's side of the family. "Evan, long time no see..." Burt walked forward and reached out a hand towards his ex-brother-in-law...is that even the right term...Burt thought to himself as Evan took his hand and squeezed.

"Burt..." Evan said and then looked at the women standing behind him. "This must be the new wife..."

"Yes this is my wife Carole...honey this is Elizabeth's brother Evan..." Burt smiled at Carole and she gave him an unsure smile and then stepped forward and shook Evan's hand too.

"It's nice to meet you Evan..." Carole looked at the beer bottle in his hand and then side glanced at Burt. "Would you like something to eat?" Carole thought it would be a good idea to get dinner started that way Blaine and Kurt could eat with them before they had to head back to the school and she wasn't going to be rude and insist that Evan leave before feeding him.

Evan raised both of his eyebrows and then looked at Burt. "So I'm invited to dinner then?"

Burt nodded. "Yes you can stay..." Burt watched as a smirk started at the corner of Evan's mouth. "...For dinner." Burt finished and noticed the smirk leave his face almost as fast as it had started to form. "What were you doing upstairs?" Burt thought he should ask.

"Oh Kurt didn't respond when I yelled for him so I went to check on them..." Evan looked up the stairs. "You think Lizzy would have let Kurt have a boyfriend in his room while neither of you were here...with a young love like theirs you can't really expect them to behave."

Burt knew it wasn't really a question it was an accusation. "I trust my son and you don't know Blaine or Kurt, so please stay out of it..." Burt gave him a very false smile. "I'm going to go let Kurt know I'm home, go make yourself comfortable in the living room..." Burt motioned towards the doorway and watched Evan walk in and plop down on the plush sofa. Burt shook his head and then headed up the stairs. Burt put his hand on the knob of Kurt's door and gave it a slight turn and wasn't all that surprised when he felt it was locked. "Hey Kurt it's me. Carole and I are home..." Burt rapped his knuckles once on the wood door.

Kurt jumped off the bed and unlocked and opened the door. He wrapped his arms around his dad as soon as he was within reach. He just needed a hug from his dad after everything that had happened. "I'm glad you are here..."

"Is everything okay?" Burt asked as he stepped into the room and looked at Blaine, who was now standing beside the bed looking at him and Kurt.

"I guess so...he just crept us out..." Kurt admitted.

"What did he do?" Burt asked his voice was stressed again.

"He just kept making comments on how good looking Blaine is...it was weird...I mean I know how going looking Blaine is I don't need some thirty something year old telling me how good looking he is..." Kurt started rambling until Burt put pressure on his shoulder calming him down instantly.

Burt shook his head. "I'm just glad you boys didn't have to deal with him to long on your own..." Burt gave Blaine a smile and was pleased when he got one back. "Carole is fixing dinner if you boys want to go help her with it, I will be in the living room trying to manage Evan..." Burt said as he headed back to the door. "If you stay up here, I want this door open..." Burt added as he walked into the hallway.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Dad we share a dorm at Dalton, being in my room with the door closed is no different..." Kurt knew his dad meant well but it was rather pointless.

"Still I want it open..." was the last thing Burt said as he headed off down the hallway. Evan was right about one thing, they were a young love, but from what Kurt had told him about Blaine, he didn't think he had anything to worry about right now.

Kurt turned so he was looking back at Blaine. "Do you want to help Carole cook or do you want to stay up here?"

"We can go help Carole cook..." Blaine crossed to room and took Kurt's hand in his. "It wouldn't feel right not helping..." Blaine smiled at him and they made their way into the hall and down the stairs.