Rainy Day Romance

Blaine smiled at Kurt as he watched him walk into the living room, where his dad and uncle were sitting watching the TV. Kurt had told Blaine he just wanted to check on his dad but Blaine knew that Kurt wanted to find out more about his uncle and his dad's falling out if he could. Blaine watched Kurt until he sat down on the arm of Burt's recliner which was where Burt was currently sitting and then Blaine turned and headed towards the kitchen where he knew he would feel more comfortable.

Blaine rounded the corner and stopped beside the counter. Carole was standing at the sink washing potatoes and staring out into the dreary grayness that now encompassed the house. She must have seen Blaine's reflection in the glass because her reflection was now smiling at Blaine as he watched her. She turned off the water and then turned so she was facing him.

"Hi, Sweetie, did you need anything?" Carole asked Blaine, who was standing with his back to the counter, he looked nervous but had a smile playing on his lips.

Blaine shook his head slightly before he spoke. "No, I was coming to see if you wanted any help fixing dinner?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, sure Sweetie, I always love a helping hand, why don't you peel and dice up the potatoes for me." Carole smiled as Blaine nodded and made his way to the sink where she had left the potatoes. She could get used to the extra help in the kitchen, ever since Kurt started attending Dalton she hadn't had much help, her son Finn wasn't much for cooking.

Blaine picked up the knife and a potato and started peeling it. He wasn't sure what Carole was making so he figured he should ask what size she wanted the potatoes cut up into. "What are you making for dinner?"

"Italian marinated chicken breast and potato salad..."

"So you want these in small pieces then?" Blaine asked holding the potato in his hand up so Carole could see it.

"Yes please, Sweetie..." Carole smiled at Blaine.

Blaine nodded and then turned his attention back to the knife and potato in his hands. He started to dice the potato into bite-sized pieces and then deposited the pieces into the pot full of water. Blaine stayed quiet while he peeled and diced, listening to Carole hum, what Blaine assumed was her favorite song. He listened to her for a few minutes and then he picked up what the song was and started to hum along with her.

When he was done he placed the lid on the pot and brought it over to the stove where Carole was standing getting the chicken ready to go into the oven, still humming away the same tune. He sat it down on the burner and turned it on. "Would you like me to get the eggs ready too?" Carole smiled and nodded. Blaine walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed the old carton of eggs and the newer one and walked over to the cabinet he knew they kept the pots in and then headed to the sink to fill it with water. He sat the egg cartons down on the sideboard and turned on the faucet and watched the water pour out into the sink below. He slipped the pot under the flowing water and then glanced out the window into the backyard. The rain was still beating down and everything seemed to be lacking in color, compared to everything inside the house.

Blaine was just about ready to put the eggs into the pot when he felt a hand on his shoulder, which made him jump. He turned slightly in surprise and looked at the person the hand belonged to, it was Carole.

"Blaine, I didn't mean to jump you, but I didn't think you heard me..." Carole gave him an apologetic smile.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was lost in thought I guess..." Blaine smiled back in return. "What was it you asked?"

"I was just trying to make small talk, how's your school year going so far?"

"It's going good, almost all A's..." Blaine really liked school and it wasn't really a surprise that he was getting almost all A's, it was always what he got in all his classes, but French was tainting his report cards. He was actually really glad that he didn't have to show his report cards to his dad anymore since coming to Dalton, because if he saw a grade below an A, it was just another reason for him to yell and beat on Blaine. He was really glad that his dad lost interest in his school life.

"That's great, which class is keeping it from being all A's?" Carole was curious.

"French..." Blaine told her with a frown on his face.

"Oh Kurt is wonderful at that class, is he helping you?"

"Yes he is..." The frown quickly left Blaine's face and was replaced with a big grin. "I don't know what it is but Kurt makes it easy for me to get it...I mean I've had some of the other guys at school try to help me with French but I was pretty hopeless..."  

"Kurt is a great tutor, he has helped Finn out with a few classes...schools not that easy for Finn..." Carole really did wish that school was easy for Finn like football was.

"School isn't everyone's thing though..." Blaine shrugged but smiled.

"Do you play any sports?"

"I used to when I was younger, soccer, swimming...but once I was...came out...no one really wanted me on the team so I kind of lost interest...I also like polo and fencing..." Blaine admitted. He was going to say that once he was outted about being gay, but didn't really want to get into that much of his past right now, only having met Carole ten minutes ago.

"Dalton has sports doesn't it?"

"Yeah it does, I'm thinking about taking up boxing, I tried it when..." Blaine let his sentence fade out, he didn't think Kurt had told his parents about getting the living hell beat out of him. "...and thinking about fencing again...but we will see..."

Carole smiled sweetly before she said anything, "Boxing sounds..." She couldn't think of the word she wanted to use.

"I wouldn't use it to beat people up...only to defend myself..." Blaine told her, he didn't want her to think he liked violence because he didn't, in fact he hated it. "But I'm into art, writing and reading more than I ever was into sports..." Blaine finished adding the eggs to the pot of water and then took them to the stove.

"I love reading too, but I'm more of a romance novel gal than anything else..." Carole beamed at Blaine. "The one I'm reading right now is about a young woman named Tess, she is an aspiring seamstress, and thinks she's had an incredibly lucky break when she is hired by famous designer Lady Lucile Duff Gordon to be her personal maid on the Titanic. Once she is on board, Tess catches the eye of two men, a kind sailor and an enigmatic Chicago businessman. They both offer differing views of what lies ahead for her in America. But on her fourth night aboard the ship, disaster strikes, and amidst the chaos, Tess is one of the last people allowed on a lifeboat..." Carole looked up at Blaine he was listening to her intently, like he was completely interested in what she was saying. "Oh I'm sorry Sweetie I don't want to bore you with my silly romance novels..."   

Blaine smiled and then sat down on the stool at the counter. "It's okay, I don't mind, I haven't read any myself but they are popular...I think my mom used to read them..." Blaine had thought he remembered seeing her reading books that had looked like adult type books when he was younger. Blaine thought that the story sounded pretty good, maybe reading romance novels wouldn't be so bad. He started to wonder if Kurt had ever read any.

"More so with the women than the men I suspect...that's one of my favorite things to do on days like today, rainy day romance novel day..." Carole chuckled. "I have caught Kurt looking through my collection before..." Carole let out a loud laugh of pure joy.

Blaine giggled. If she had caught Kurt looking at them maybe he was interested in romance novels. "I love reading on rainy days too...if you want I can finish cooking and you can go read..." Blaine offered. Blaine really liked Carole she was kind and she seemed like a great mother. Finn and Kurt were lucky.

"It's okay, I will read after dinner while Burt watches TV...but thank-you, you are sweet..." Carole smiled at Blaine. She was a little surprised at the offer, not many teenage boys would agree to fix dinner for people he just met.

Blaine nodded and watched as Carole checked on the potatoes and eggs. The smell of the chicken was starting to fill the kitchen and making Blaine's stomach start to growl.

Kurt grew tired of waiting to find out anything obviously his dad knew why he was in here. What Kurt couldn't help but notice is that Evan acted different now that Burt was home. He was less creepy. Maybe the whole Jeremiah being in the house thing had gotten to him a lot more than he thought it had and made Evan seem creepier than he was. Kurt got up from the arm of his dads chair where he had perched himself and headed towards the doorway, glancing back at the two silent men he was leaving behind. His dad was watching the TV but Evan's eyes were now trained on Kurt, watching him with that weird smile back on his face. Yep, he is definitely still creepy.

Kurt frowned at Evan and then left the room. He was just about to cross the entryway and go into the kitchen when the door swung open and in came a drenched Finn. "Why are you so soaked?"

Finn looked up from his feet towards Kurt. He was sliding his wet shoes off. "Oh Puck and I were checking out the Mustang out front..." Finn gave Kurt his goofy smile and then slid off his red McKinley Titans hoodie and hung it on the coat rack. "Who does the car belong too?"

 "In the pouring rain, you're going to catch a cold!" Kurt scolded. "My uncle Evan...my mom's younger brother..." Kurt frowned.

Finn made a grunt noise at Kurt in protest. "Take it you don't like him..." Finn knew that frown. "But it's a cool car..." Finn shrugged his shoulders. "Is Blaine still here?"

"No he sprouted wings and flew back to Dalton..." Kurt rolled his eyes at Finn. "He's in the kitchen helping make dinner..." Kurt turned and started to the kitchen, he knew Finn was following him. Kurt smiled when he saw Blaine sitting on the stool talking to Carole, looking absolutely adorable. Blaine had seemed shy around Burt but seemed pretty relaxed around Carole. Kurt crossed the short distance that separated him and Blaine to where Blaine was sitting and stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms around him. "Hey Baby..." He whispered against Blaine's ear.

Blaine tensed slightly as the arms wrapped around him, but knew the touch and immediately relaxed back into the arms. "Hi..." He smiled at Kurt as he tilted his head back to look up at him. Blaine glanced behind Kurt to where Finn was standing, he was so tall, and Blaine felt slightly nervous around him. He knew that Finn was like the gentlest person ever but his size was intimidating. Finn smiled at Blaine and he couldn't help but return the smile but then he looked back at Kurt when he tightened his arms slightly.

"So what are we having for dinner?" Kurt was curious as to what Blaine was helping Carole make.

"Italian chicken breast with potato salad..." Carole told Kurt with as smile. "I haven't decided on what to make for dessert yet..."

"How about brownies and ice cream..." Finn suggested. They were two of his favorites and putting them together was the best.

"I think I can manage that..." Carole walked over to the freezer. "We still have lots of ice cream so I guess brownies and ice cream it is then..."

"Awesome, I'm going to go play video games until dinner's done..." Finn walked over to his mom and kissed her on the cheek, then patted Kurt on the shoulder and then left the kitchen.

Kurt shook his head at Finn's lack of offering help. "Want help with the brownies?" Kurt asked Carole.

"Sure Sweetie..." Carole walked over to the pantry and grabbed the box of brownie mix out and placed it on the counter near Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt watched Carole and when she was turned away he kissed Blaine's neck and then smiled at him. Kurt pulled away from Blaine before he started to moan about the kiss, he didn't need that to happen in front of Carole. Kurt placed a kiss on Blaine's cheek and then smiled at him.

Blaine smiled back and then picked up the box of brownie mix looking over what they needed to make them. "We need water, oil and eggs..." Blaine told Kurt and then climbed off the stool. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a mixing bowl and a spoon.

"Okay I'll get them..." Kurt walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed the eggs they needed and then headed to the pantry closet where they kept the oil. Kurt really wished that they were alone in the kitchen cooking so he could kiss Blaine whenever he wanted too, it wasn't the fact that he thought Carole would mind, but he was slightly embarrassed when he thought about kissing Blaine in front of his parents. Kurt came back over to where Blaine was standing, pouring the brownie mix into the bowl. He sat the eggs and oil down beside the bowl and kissed Blaine on the forehead.

They got to work making the brownies. When the batter was completely mixed and poured into the pan Kurt made sure that most was scrapped out of the bowl and into the pan and then he ran his tongue along the bottom of the spoon, pulling the chocolaty goodness into his mouth. He loved brownie batter. Blaine was now looking at him with a quirked eyebrow, he was definitely watching Kurt's tongue and this brought a smile to Kurt's face. Kurt held the spoon out towards Blaine and was pleased when Blaine's tongue peeked out from behind his lips and ran across the spoon covering it in chocolate. Kurt was now focused on Blaine's mouth; it was clear as to why Blaine had had his eyebrow quirked at Kurt. Damn that was sexy! Did I look that sexy doing it? Kurt couldn't help wondering to himself.

Blaine smiled at Kurt and then took the spoon from him and placed it back into the bowl. He sat the bowl down on the countertop and then picked up the pan full of brownie batter and held it out to Kurt. "Do you want to put it in the oven or should I?" Blaine asked with another smile at Kurt.

Kurt shook his head and tried to ignore the tightening feeling he was now having in his jeans and so hoped that Carole wouldn't notice. "I'll do it..." Kurt placed his hands so they were touching Blaine's as he took a hold of the pan. When Blaine removed his hands from the pan Kurt turned and took a few steps to the oven. "Carole what temp do you have the oven on for the chicken?"

"It's at four hundred but you can turn it down if you need to the chicken should be almost done." Carole smiled at Kurt.

"Okay..." Kurt sat the pan down on the sideboard beside the stove and adjusted the temperature to the oven to three-fifty. He figured that it would be okay to put the pan in now. He opened the oven and the heat made him back up some, but he grabbed the pan again and then side it into the shelf beside the chicken. The chicken looked and smelt really good. Kurt sat the timer for thirty minutes. "Do you need any help with anything else?" Kurt asked his stepmom.

"No Sweetie I don't think I need help with anything else..." Carole was pouring frozen peas into a pot and then she put the pot onto the stove. "You boys can go watch TV or play video games with Finn if you want too..."

Kurt was glad he didn't want to just stand here in the kitchen waiting for the food and brownies to get done. Kurt came over to Blaine and took his hand he wanted to go back upstairs. They had at least thirty minutes that they could spend alone. Kurt grinned at Blaine and then pulled him to his feet from where he had been sitting on the stool again. Kurt was just about ready to lead the way up the stairs when he heard footsteps coming from the living room into the hallway. He looked towards the doorway and saw his dad standing there his hand on the back of his neck.

"Hey boys, where are you two going?" Burt asked with an elevated eyebrow.

"Carole said she didn't need any more help right now so I thought we would go back upstairs and watch TV. Dinner will be done in about twenty-five minutes." Kurt really hoped that his dad wouldn't insist on them watching TV down stairs, he didn't think he could deal with his uncle anymore. "Is that okay?"

"Yes that's okay, but I want the door open..." Burt took his hat off and rubbed his hand over his ever receding hair and then placed the hat back on his head.

"Okay, will do..." Kurt started up the stairs again and tugged on Blaine's hand. Blaine had been standing their quiet as can be with his eyes cast downward. Kurt was starting to wonder if that's how Blaine acted with his own dad too.

Blaine glanced back at Burt as he let Kurt lead him up the stairs and noticed that Burt was smiling at him. Blaine blushed slightly and bowed his head again. He turned his attention back to Kurt and decided to stare at the back of Kurt's head as they finished walking up the stairs. He had thought about watching Kurt's butt as they walked because of those jeans he was wearing today, but then he remembered that Burt was probably still watching them so the back of Kurt's head was the safest place to stare at. When they were finally out of view of Burt's watching eyes, Blaine thought it was safe to know look. Kurt really did have quite the figure. Blaine chuckled when Kurt pulled him in through the door of his bedroom and then closed the door so it was only open a few inches. "Didn't your dad say to leave it open..."

"It is open..." Kurt pulled Blaine over to the bed and sat down.

Blaine chuckled. He was now standing in front of Kurt so he was looking down at him. "What did you want to watch?" Blaine glanced over to the DVD collection on Kurt's shelf near the TV. Blaine was pretty sure that Kurt wasn't really thinking about what movie they were going to watch. He was rubbing his hands up and down Blaine's sides.

"Whatever you feel like watching is fine with me..." Kurt looked up at Blaine. He was looking over towards the TV. Kurt wondered if he was uncomfortable. "Baby, are you okay?" Kurt stilled his hands and Blaine looked down at him.

"Yeah I'm okay...just..." Blaine rested his hands on Kurt's arms, he had nice biceps.

"Just, what..." Kurt pulled Blaine a little closer so he could wrap his arms around him.

"I know what you've been thinking seen the brownie spoon..." Blaine pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Kurt pulled his own bottom lip between his teeth. Blaine was looking down at him still. Kurt didn't know if he should apologize or not...he was just about to start apologizing when Blaine reached his hand out and placed his fingers on Kurt's lips.

"You don't have to apologize...it's nothing to apologize about..." Blaine chuckled again. "I was thinking it too..." Blaine felt the blush creep into his cheeks and he felt really hot.

"What were you thinking exactly?" Kurt couldn't help the smirk on his face.

Blaine shook his head. "No..." He tried to back away from Kurt but he held him tight.

"Come on Baby, I won't make fun of you..." Kurt placed his hand on the small of Blaine's back to hold on to him better.

Blaine let out a overly dramatic sigh and smiled when Kurt chuckled. "Okay fine...I couldn't help but think what your tongue would feel like..." Blaine heard Kurt suck in a sharp breath and knew that he didn't have to finish his thought. "So you were thinking it too?"

Kurt nodded and then rested his head on Blaine's stomach. "Yes I was..."

Blaine let out another sigh and then started running his fingers through Kurt's hair. "I guess it's only natural that we are having those thoughts about each other...after all I already had that dream about you..." Blaine mumbled.

"I've had the dreams too you're not alone..." Kurt chuckled. He pulled his head back and looked up at Blaine again. "But that's what cold showers are for..."

"That's what masturbation is for..." Blaine giggled after seeing the look on Kurt's face. He had a shocked look on his face.

"Right..." Kurt put his face back against Blaine's stomach. Great now I'm just going to be thinking about Blaine masturbating for the rest of the night... Kurt straightened up and looked over towards the DVD's. "Did you have anything in mind about what to watch?"

"How about a romance?" Blaine smiled at him and then walked away to go look at the movies.

Kurt watched Blaine as he walked across the room, he would never get sick of just looking at him. It's going to be a long night...