Chapter 9

Even though his eyes were closed, Kurt could tell they reached the bed when Anderson turned them around, and sure enough, seconds later the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. He could feel Blaine's hands on his hips, but before he could push him down on the bed, Kurt turned his head, breaking the kiss.

“Wait, wait.” He panted, unable to catch his breath, feeling Blaine breathing harshly against his skin. “My back pocket.”

Hearing that, Blaine slid his hands down to Kurt's ass, cupping and squeezing it playfully before reaching in the left pocket. “Mmm, someone came prepared.” Blaine hummed, chuckling deeply, as he took out a condom and a foil pack of lube. Not giving Kurt time to reply, he pushed him down on the bed, though much gentler than the first time they slept together, following immediately and crawling on top of him. Kurt sighed, feeling the weight of Blaine's body pinning him down, grounding him, and he tugged on his curls to crash their mouths together again, wrapping one of his legs around Blaine's hips to bring him closer and slipping his tongue into Blaine's mouth when he gasped at the brush of their already hard cocks against each other.

They kept kissing slowly, a complete opposite of the previous time, Kurt sliding his hands under Blaine's t-shirt, running them along his back, up and down, eventually tugging at the hem. Getting a hint, Blaine pulled away, sitting up and straddling Kurt and taking off the t-shirt. Noticing Kurt staring at his shirtless chest, a smirk ghosted on his lips as he bent back down, kissing him again, grazing his teeth against Kurt's bottom lip.

Arousal spiking through his body, Kurt gathered all of his strength and with one swift move, he turned them around, immediately latching his mouth to Blaine's neck. Sucking and nipping, he could feel Blaine's throat rumbling under his lips when he groaned at a particularly harder bite, while his hands tightened on Kurt's hips. Feeling Blaine trying to take off his shirt, Kurt was suddenly glad he decided to change after coming home from the cemetery and that he was wearing just a t-shirt and not a shirt with countless buttons, making it so much easier to get out of his clothes. Pulling away from Blaine's neck for a moment, he managed to take the shirt off, throwing it away and immediately bending back down, this time kissing Blaine deeply, groaning when he felt Blaine's nails slowly scratching his back.

Gradually, their kisses became faster and rougher and Kurt needed more, so he slid down from Blaine's body, lying on his side and trying to unclasp Blaine's belt and not stop kissing him at the same time. Blaine seemed to be just as desperate, working on Kurt's pants, with no success, and after a minute of fumbling, Kurt pulled away with a frustrated huff.

“This is not going to work.” He panted, moving his hands to take his own pants instead and Blaine immediately understood, unclasping his belt without a problem and taking his jeans off along with his underwear, Kurt following not far behind. Tossing the clothes aside, they crashed their lips together again, Blaine rolling on top of Kurt once again, both men groaning loudly when he rolled his hips down, sliding their cocks together.

Ending the kiss with a bite on Kurt's bottom lip, Blaine started nipping along his jaw, moving his lips slowly until he reached Kurt's ear. “Don't you worry.” He muttered lowly, his hot breath ghosting the skin and the tone of his voice making Kurt's blood boil. “I'll take such good care of you.” Licking the earlobe and finishing with a teasing nip, Blaine moved down, gradually making his way lower, his teeth grazing Kurt's skin every now and then, relishing making the agent fall apart under him.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses on his abdomen, Blaine pulled away, ignoring the frustrated and impatient whine from Kurt and looked around the bed, searching for the lube he threw somewhere on the covers. Locating the foil pack with a triumphant huff, he positioned himself between Kurt's widely spread legs, taking a minute to admire the man lying in front of him. Spread out on the bed, with his mouth open as he breathed heavily, cheeks flushed, his lean, muscular body covered with a thin layer of sweat and his beautiful cock, hard and leaking at the tip, just waiting to be taken care of. Hummel presented a truly sinful sight and Blaine could feel his breath catch in his throat as he took him in, his own cock throbbing painfully in anticipation. Tearing the pack open, he poured some of the lube on his fingers and proceeded to rub them teasingly against Kurt's hole, relishing the frustrated noises the agent was making and the way he was squirming on the bed. Deciding to end his misery, he pushed his finger in, making Kurt moan wantonly and roll his hips down. Slowly working his finger in and out, Blaine bent down, dropping kisses on Kurt's thighs and abdomen, nipping the skin and deliberately avoiding his cock. Sucking a hickey on his hip, he added a second finger, going just as slowly, scissoring and pushing them deeper, enjoying how tight Kurt was.

“God, I… hate you.” Kurt panted, moaning when Blaine moved a bit and blew some air on his cock, still keeping his distance and not touching it, and then attached his lips to his other hip.

“We've been over this, dear.” Blaine muttered, smirking against Kurt's skin, biting a bit harder and slipping three fingers inside Kurt, laying his left arm on him to stop his hips from moving.

Burying his hands in Blaine's curls, Kurt tugged impatiently, not missing the groan Blaine let out, vibrating against his skin. With his hips pinned down and his cock hard and aching, Kurt was going insane as Blaine pumped his fingers slowly in and out of him. It was completely different then before when Blaine was rough and fast and Kurt had no idea what caused the change, but he really didn't have it in him to care about that, he just wanted Blaine to do something before he would lose his mind. “Would you just fuck me already?” Kurt gritted through his teeth, tugging on Blaine's curls, eliciting a deep chuckle from him.

“Impatient, are we?” Blaine snickered, but obliged, sliding his fingers out of Kurt and grabbing a condom lying on the mattress next to him. Tearing the wrap, Blaine moaned as he put the condom on and coated himself with lube, stroking his cock a couple of times as he stared down at the debauched man spread out on the bed. Looking in Kurt's eyes, wide and blown with lust, he decided he was done drawing this out and bent down to kiss him hungrily. Positioning his cock against his hole, Blaine started pushing in and Kurt moaned in the kiss, wrapping his legs high around Blaine's waist, thrusting up, urging him to go faster. When he finally bottomed out, Blaine lifted himself a bit, not high enough to break the kiss, and braced himself on his forearms for better leverage. Slowly at first, he started thrusting in and out, in a steady rhythm, gradually picking up the pace, overwhelmed by how hot and tight Kurt was around him. Panting into Kurt's mouth, Blaine shifted a little, changing the angle and Kurt let out a loud moan as Blaine's cock hit his prostate, throwing his head back and breaking the kiss. Putting his hands on the sides of Kurt's head, Blaine lifted himself, thrusting faster and faster until he was slamming hard into Kurt, eliciting broken moans from him with every push of his hips. Trying not to slow down, Blaine managed to sneak one of his hands between them, wrapping it around Kurt's cock and stroking it rapidly.

“Come on, pretty boy.” Blaine panted, matching the strokes to the thrusts of his hips and it only took a few seconds for Kurt to arch his back and let out a loud scream as he came, cum spurting out of his cock and covering their chests. Feeling Kurt clench around him made Blaine groan as he let go of his cock to steady himself above the agent and continue thrusting into him, fucking Kurt through his orgasm and desperately seeking his own release.

Grabbing Blaine's curls, Kurt roughly pulled him down, crashing their lips together again, biting down hard on his bottom lip as his hips stuttered and Blaine let out a long moan as he started throbbing inside Kurt, filling the condom with his cum. Gasping, he kept thrusting, wanting to make it last as long as possible, eventually slowing down and collapsing on top of Kurt.

With his face burrowed in the crook of Kurt's neck, Blaine panted harshly against his skin, breathing in the scent of his cologne, sweat and sex. After a couple of seconds, he slowly pulled out, sliding off Kurt's body and lying on his side. Tying the condom and throwing it into the bin standing next to the bed, Blaine glanced at Kurt who was lying on his back, with his eyes closed, breathing heavily and Blaine wondered if he would freak out as he did back when they slept together the first time. After a few minutes of lying like that in silence Kurt finally opened his eyes and with a deep sigh he sat up, bending down to grab his boxer briefs from the floor, and began putting them on. No freaking out then, at least not externally.

“You should stay, you know.” Blaine said, stretching lazily. “And then I could make you forget again in the morning.” He added with a sly smirk, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Looking at Anderson, nonchalantly spread out on the bed, Kurt would be lying if he said he wasn't very tempted by the offer, but after a second, he shook his head. “We have to get back home tomorrow. It's a long drive, we'll have to leave early.” He said, getting up from the bed, gathering the rest of his clothes and with one last look at Blaine, he headed towards the door, limping slightly with every step.

“I thought this was your home.” Blaine said after a moment when Kurt was already in the hall.

The agent turned around to look back at Blaine and sadness flashed in his eyes. “This place hasn't felt like home in a very long time. Actually, I don't think it ever has.” Kurt said quietly and walked away, leaving Blaine with a feeling of understanding spreading through him.

He had never felt at home in Ohio either.

True to his words, Kurt made them get up at an ungodly hour which, due to their late night activities, turned out to be even more cruel than a few days before. Half-asleep, Blaine somehow managed to get himself downstairs, hoping a cup of coffee would make him feel more alive. Unfortunately, it didn't do the trick which only proved Blaine's theory that there was a time when people simply weren't meant to be awake. Miraculously, Hummel seemed to be coping just fine, moving quickly and efficiently, and before Blaine even knew, they were ready to go. Getting outside, he leaned against the rail on the porch, and even in his half-asleep state, he didn't miss how the agent paused in the doorway, turning and glancing at the empty house for the last time. After that, he quickly shut the door, locking everything up, and the moment they were in the car, he drove away with no hesitation, not looking back even once.

Feeling his eyelids close, Blaine shook his head, desperately trying to stay awake, but it didn't seem to work. Eventually, he gave up, letting the sounds of travel and quiet music seeping from the radio lull him to sleep. After driving in silence for a while, Kurt glanced at the passenger seat and rolled his eyes when he saw Blaine was basically dead to the world. He should have expected this and tried to shove away the feeling of disappointment creeping up on him. Bickering and fighting with Anderson was a great way to make him stop thinking about his parents and Lima. It would also make time pass faster and there was nothing more Kurt wanted than to be in New York already.

Sighing, he rolled his shoulders and shifted in his seat. His body ached, in a way that was expected after the kind of night he had, but he didn't even mind that much. He just wanted to get home.

About two hours later, Kurt decided it was time for an early lunch and just as he pulled over, Blaine started stirring and opened his eyes, yawning loudly.

“Of course you would wake up when it was time for food.” Kurt muttered, rolling his eyes.

“What can I say, pretty boy, my timing has always been impeccable.” Blaine replied with a grin, stretching as much as he could inside of the car.

Since it seemed to work sometimes, Kurt chose to ignore him and parked the car, glancing at the diner he'd picked and hoping the food would be edible. Getting out of the car, he checked behind him to make sure Blaine was following, and headed inside the building, looking around and spotting an empty table. It didn't take long for the waitress to appear and take their orders and it also didn't take long for their food to arrive which made Kurt eye it suspiciously, quietly questioning its quality, but it looked well enough and he was hungry. He just hoped luck would be on his side today.

“Can I ask you a question?” Blaine suddenly asked, studying him curiously from the other side of the table.

“Since when do you ask for a permission?” Kurt retorted with a raised eyebrow, looking up from his salad.

“Fine.” Blaine rolled his eyes. “What happened to your parents?”

The moment the question left Blaine's lips, Kurt stilled, his mouth hanging open and his hand with a fork freezing mid-air. So much for not thinking about it. Closing his eyes for a second, he took a deep breath, lowering his hand and looking back up at Blaine who was watching him with a neutral expression, no usual smirk on his face. “They were in a car accident five years ago. A driver of a truck fell asleep behind the wheel and crashed straight into their car. They died instantly.” Kurt replied, feeling the sharp pain in his heart but managing to keep his voice calm and steady.

Blaine didn't reply right away, thinking how to put into words what had been on his mind since the moment he found out Hummel's parents were dead. “Have you ever considered the possibility…”

“Of it not being really an accident but someone trying to get back at me?” Kurt finished for him bitterly. “Yeah. You have no idea how many sleepless nights I spent thinking about it.”

“And?” Blaine pressed further, leaning closer and trying to catch Kurt's gaze when the agent looked away again.

“I made sure everything was checked a couple of times.” Kurt said quietly. “The car wasn't sabotaged in any way and the truck driver was shaken enough to believe he was telling the truth. He didn't have any connections to any of the people I might have pissed off.” He paused, sighing and rubbing his eyes; he suddenly felt so much more tired. “It was… just an accident.”

“I'm sorry.” Blaine offered after a beat of silence.

Having enough time to shake himself out of the funk and more or less lock the painful memories away, Kurt looked at him with narrowed eyes and a shade of a smile on his lips. “That's it? No sarcastic remarks or biting quips?”

“Come on, Hummel, I'm not that awful.” Blaine replied with a smirk of his own. “I can be nice if I want to.”

“Right.” Kurt scoffed with a dubious expression on his face as he stood up, stretching his arms above his head until he felt something cracking in his back. “Let's go. We still have a long way to go.”

Going back to work wasn't as hard as Kurt was afraid it would be. Granted, he only had to get through it on a Friday and then it was the weekend, another two days off, days that Kurt spent cleaning the apartment and catching up on some of his favorite TV shows while Blaine was doing… something, Kurt wasn't exactly sure what. Sometimes the apartment filled with the sounds of piano, usually when Kurt was already in bed, reading or just about to sleep, and if he was being honest, he found it quite soothing, making him relax and fall asleep easier. It actually felt as if Blaine was giving him space, why, Kurt didn't know, but he appreciated it, using it to carefully put himself back together into the person the world knew him as, the cold and calm agent, professional and focused on one goal only – find Sebastian Smythe. It seemed to work just fine and on Monday he was all ready to go, trying to figure out their next step. In addition, in this whirlwind of feelings, he didn't even realize that, in his head, he started calling the forger by his first name instead of Anderson more often than not.

Seeing as they had no new leads, nothing that could help them figure out where Smythe was or what he was planning, Kurt decided they had to go over all the latest case files related to Smythe, hoping they would find something they previously missed. It was a long shot, but with nothing new to go on, Kurt had no idea what else to do. Ignoring Blaine's and Santana's grumbling and the deep sigh from Mike, he told them to shut it, even though he wasn't particularly looking forward to it either, but well, they were out of options. So here they were, much to everyone's chagrin, sitting in the conference room late in the evening, reading through the piles of documents and being just as stuck as they were in the morning when they were getting started.

“I'm so done with those files, I can't think straight anymore.” Santana eventually groaned, dropping her head on the table and burying her fingers in her hair.

“Let's be honest, out of the four of us, I'm the only one that has ever been able to do anything straight.” Mike quipped with a tired smile, making Blaine raise his eyebrows.

“Didn't know you were a lesbian, Satan.” He said, yawning and stretching on the chair.

“Yeah, give me all the ladies.” Santana drawled. “So I'm sorry if you were hoping for some action…” She started, waggling her eyebrows.

“Ew, no.” Blaine interrupted, wrinkling his nose, startling a bit when he heard Kurt chuckling beside him. “God, we're like a fucking gay squad, I think Chang should be expelled.”

“That's exactly what we've been telling him since high school, but he insists on sticking around.” Kurt said with a grin.

“Maybe you're not as straight as you think you are and your subconscious is trying to tell you something.” Blaine said, smirking as Santana snickered beside him.

“Maybe.” Mike said, pretending to think about it for a few seconds. “Just don't let my wife hear that.” He added with a wink, making Kurt and Santana shake their heads in amusement before Kurt sighed and went back to reading while Santana just disdainfully stared at the papers scattered across the table.

“Okay, enough of that.” She finally said, shutting the file closed and glaring at Kurt when he opened his mouth to say something. “Admit it, Hummel, we're not getting anywhere with this and I'm bored. So Anderson.” She turned to look at Blaine with a smirk. “Why don't you tell us something about Smythe.”

Raising his eyebrow, Blaine set the file down, leaning back on the chair and staring at Santana with narrowed eyes. “What do you want me to say? I've already told you everything I knew and none of it turned out to be useful since I haven't seen the guy for five years and we didn't exactly part on the best terms.”

“No, no, none of that boring crap.” Santana waved her hand dismissively. “Tell us something juicy and personal about this psycho, I bet you know all about that since you've been hooking up for so many years.” She said, her eyes twinkling devilishly.

“Honestly, there's not much to tell, he always kept mostly to himself, but I feel like I need to clear some things up.” Blaine said slowly. “When you say “hooking up”, you mean…”

“Fucking, dating, whatever.” Santana interrupted, rolling her eyes impatiently.

“Well, that never happened.” Blaine said, making Mike's and Santana's heads snap in his direction.

“Wait, are you saying you two never even slept together?” Mike asked, the surprise evident on his face and Blaine shook his head decisively, wincing as he involuntarily remembered the countless times when Sebastian tried to get him into bed.

“We've always assumed you were at least fucking.” Santana said and Blaine could see she was just as surprised as Mike was. Something he couldn't say about Kurt who was sitting quietly, reading through the files calmly, seemingly paying no attention to them, but Blaine could see in the tension in his shoulders that he was listening to every word. Interesting.

“Business and sex don't mix well.” Blaine simply replied, briefly glancing at Kurt again, suddenly realizing he kind of broke his rule the moment he started pursuing the agent and finally got Hummel to have sex with him. Moreover, the fact that breaking it wasn't bothering him at all was kind of intriguing since his rules were usually sacred for him, he set them for himself for a reason.

“Come on, not even once?” Santana exclaimed, still looking at him incredulously and Blaine raised his eyebrows.

“Why do I get the feeling that you're awfully disappointed by that?” He asked, narrowing his eyes and looking at Santana calculatingly, internally trying to figure out if he was missing something.

“No, it's just…” She started, leaning back in her chair and still staring at him with something akin to awe. “Looks like Kurt has been right after all and…”

Whatever Santana was going to say was interrupted by Kurt, who hadn't spoken a word in a while, sitting straight and closing the file with a loud slam. “You know what.” He said, startling everyone with the abrupt movement. “Santana was right, we're not getting anywhere with these.” He pointed at the files. “So let's call it a night and go home, there's no point in sitting here anymore.”

The sudden change in his behavior didn't go unnoticed by anyone, but Santana appeared to take it all in stride, standing up and stretching before grabbing her bag. “Finally something sensible came out of your mouth, Hummel, I can practically hear my bed calling me home.” She said and, with one last smirk, left the room, her heels clicking loudly as she walked down the stairs to the lower part of the office.

“See you tomorrow, guys.” Mike said, gathering his things and leaving the room as well, chasing after Santana so they could grab the elevator together.

After they were left alone, Blaine and Kurt sat in silence for a few seconds, Kurt eyeing the files scattered all around the table and eventually deciding to leave them there until morning. Obviously, his friends conveniently vanished before he could even say anything about cleaning up, but he sure as hell wasn't going to do it by himself and he had a feeling Blaine wouldn't be much of a help either.

“Are you okay?” Blaine suddenly asked and when Kurt glanced at him, his eyes were narrowed and he was giving him this scrutinizing look that always made Kurt feel like he was glancing straight into his soul.

“Sure.” He replied with a shrug, looking at Blaine with what he hoped was a puzzled expression on his face. “Let's go.” 

Blaine didn't say anything as they headed to the car, but he was still looking at him in that weird way, as if Kurt was a riddle he was trying to solve. Hoping he would let it go, Kurt focused on driving, letting his mind wander, knowing there probably wouldn't be any conversation happening between them during the ride back home. As it turned out, Kurt was right, he had known Anderson long enough, but he was wrong about one thing and really, he should have seen this coming. Assuming Blaine would give him a break had been a big mistake on his part.

“You've been quiet.” Blaine commented when they reached the apartment and Kurt opened the front door.

“Why do you care?” Kurt rolled his eyes, swiftly moving to the living room and flopping down on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“I…” I don't, Blaine wanted to immediately reply, but the words died in his throat. Goddammit, he was going soft. Ever since that night in Ohio when he realized he had never really hated Kurt, he discovered that he might have actually grown a bit fond of the agent. Yes, he was a pain in the ass, but Blaine learned to appreciate his quick wit and a sassy attitude, and he knew that if they had met under any other circumstances, they probably would have gotten along fabulously. Oh, Hummel would be such a great criminal, so slim, seemingly delicate and harmless yet lethal…

Shaking his head to stop his mind from railing away, Blaine focused back on Kurt, remembering he still had to reply. “I may, seeing as you're my roommate and your mood greatly affects mine, so I'd like to know what I'm up against.” He said, deciding to go with his usual excuse.

Sighing and looking at the ceiling, Kurt closed his eyes. “I'm just thinking about what you said about you and Smythe being just business partners.”

“What about it?” Blaine asked with a frown, not quite following.

“I just…” Kurt started, trailing off, seeming lost at how to phrase what he wanted to say. “You know, every agent has that case. That one case they dedicate their life to solving, that case they base their careers on.” Kurt paused, not looking at Blaine, his eyes fixated on a point on the wall. “You and Smythe were that case for me, he still is. I have been studying you two for so long and there always was one thing that I couldn't understand, and what you said today brought me back to it.”

“What was it?” Blaine asked, tilting his head curiously.

“How two people like you, so different from each other, could possibly be able to cooperate for such a long time.” Kurt started, finally looking at Blaine, taking a deep breath and continuing. “Let me tell you what I've got so far and correct me if I'm wrong.”

“You're an artist and you're also so well-organized, it always seemed like you knew exactly what you were doing, you had a goal and a detailed plan how to achieve it, no room for improvisation or mistakes. I actually admired your attention to the details.” Kurt said with a small grin. “But then, whenever Smythe appeared in the equation, so did the mess.” He said and he could see how right he was by the way the features of Blaine's face slightly darkened. “How am I doing so far?”

“Pretty well.” Blaine muttered.

“That's why almost everyone assumed you two were a couple or at least sleeping together. They figured it would only be possible for you to work together for so long if it was for love or other kind of attraction.”

“Almost everyone?” Blaine repeated, raising his eyebrow.

“I never really bought it.” Kurt admitted with a shrug. “I didn't know you personally back then, or him, but… I kind of felt like I knew you through your work and I just couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that you could ever be with… him.” Kurt spat the last word with disgust. “It just didn't sit right with me.”

“Well, you certainly got it right.” Blaine said quietly.

“It was just a hunch back then, though I became quite sure of it after the killings started.” Kurt said, making Blaine's head snap up. “I knew… I knew it was all him. I knew you would never do something like that, it completely didn't fit with your MO.”

“You knew?” Blaine repeated, looking at him disbelievingly and it must have been the first time Kurt had ever seen that look on Blaine's face.

“Why do you think the murder charges were never added to your sentence?” Kurt asked, smiling slightly when Blaine just stared back at him. “They wanted to add them, but I talked them out of it. All my research and reports, along with the profile from the BAU, were enough to convince them you most likely didn't have anything to do with those deaths.”

“I always assumed there was no proof.” Blaine said quietly, the disbelief still lacing his voice.

“There wasn't.” Kurt agreed. “But they still wanted to add the charges, hoping the jury would just see you guilty of everything.”

Blaine fell silent after that, trying to process everything he just found out. Having trouble wrapping his mind around it, he looked at Kurt who was sitting next to him, presumably waiting for him to say something, leaning his head against the back of the couch, absentmindedly petting Satine who somehow made her way onto his lap during their conversation.

“But why would you help me?” Blaine asked, confusion in his eyes as he tried to understand. “You hate me.”

“I don't think I ever truly hated you.” Kurt admitted, opening his eyes and turning his head to look at Blaine. “I just convinced myself that I did. Because I should hate you on principle, you know? But I've come to realize that it doesn't exactly work like that.”

Stunned into silence, Blaine sat still, staring at him with a bewildered expression on his face. After a few seconds, he shook his head with a small laugh, weighing his options and eventually decided to say what had been on his mind for some time. “I don't hate you either, you know.” He said quietly and he could see how Kurt's eyes widened in surprise. “Sure, you annoy me and piss me off, and I don't particularly like you most of the time, but I guess you can get used to it.” He added with a shrug and a half-smile.

“Wow, thanks.” Kurt said teasingly, with a small smile and it might have been the first time he genuinely smiled in Blaine's presence. “You actually never answered my question, you know.” He added, looking at Blaine curiously. “Why did you work with him? How did you two manage not to kill each other?”

“It's a long story.” Blaine eventually said, after hesitating for a few seconds. “And I could tell you, just… not tonight.”

Nodding in acceptance, Kurt let the silence fall between them again. He had a feeling that was enough of emotional sharing for the evening, so after a moment, he cleared his throat and gestured at the TV. “So, how do you feel about MasterChef?”

“Used to be one of my favorite shows before I went to jail.” Blaine replied, raising his eyebrow. “Why?”

“I'm a few episodes behind. Want to join me?” Kurt offered, turning on the TV and looking at Blaine questioningly.

“Sure.” Blaine said, after a few seconds, tossing his leather jacket away and making himself comfortable on the couch.

“Wait.” Kurt suddenly said, just as the episode was about to start. “Do you cook?” He asked, eyeing Blaine suspiciously, narrowing his eyes when Blaine nodded with a smirk. “Well, then maybe you would like to contribute to our household and take care of food for a change?”

“We'll see, pretty boy. We'll see.”