Kurt ran over to greet them, but Blaine stayed where he was.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend, Kurt?"

Kurt laughed. "Of course, Mr. Berry. Blaine, these are Rachel's dads. Mr. and Mr. Berry"

Blaine shook each of their hands and smiled. "It's great to meet you."

"You too. This is Hiriam and I'm Leroy. We don't have much time, Hiriam has a meeting with some people about some fashion line or something? Anyways, our little angel told us that she might have found us a tax genius."

Kurt smiled encouragingly at Blaine.

"Oh...me?"

Leroy laughed. "Yeah, see what we need is someone who knows what they're doing and can put all numbers in the right slots. We bought some computerized tax software and tried ourselves, and we ended up with a million dollar refund. Now I'm no genius, but even I know that's not right."

Hiriam nodded. "It's true. He isn't a genius."

Blaine laughed. "I could probably figure it out for you, as long as you've still got the program."

"Leroy! Go grab the laptop out of the back." Leroy took off towards the back room. "Kurt, you can handle the store by yourself for the afternoon right? We were going to take Rachel with us to this meeting."

Kurt nodded. "I'll be fine, Mr. Berry. Besides, I've got Blaine. I went to talk to Rach a few minutes after opening and we got some early risers. Blaine took excellent care of them."

Hiriam smiled. "An accountant with good looks and people skills. Well, you don't find those every day, now do you?"

Leroy came running back with the laptop and Rachel a few seconds later. He handed off the bag to Blaine. "The laptop is in there, Kurt has a list of passwords for everything. And inside there is also all the receipts and all that."

Hiriam nodded. "I organized them myself. If you can't get much done today, don't worry about it. Rachel told us that you were hit in the head and can't play for a while, so take your time! As long as it's in by the deadline."

Leroy glanced at his watch. "We have to go. Right now. GOOD LUCK!"

All three of them took off and drove away from the store.

Blaine turned to Kurt. "So I'm good looking, huh?"

Kurt locked up the store at the end of the day and collapsed into the driver's seat. "I can honestly say I've never been more grateful for a day off."

Blaine nodded. "That was...hectic."

"I couldn't have done it without help though, thank you."

"Anytime." Blaine smiled at him.

Kurt started driving them home. "You picked up the register quickly. Is there anything you can't do?"

"I never learned how to ride a bike..."

"...You never learned how to ride a bike?"

Blaine shook his head. "Nope."

"Deprived."

Blaine smiled. "I can't wait to crawl into bed and never move again."

Kurt nodded and parked the car. At least it was a short ride from store to home. As they were walking to the door, a taxi pulled up in front of the house.

"Well, if it isn't Blaine Anderson."

Blaine spun around and nearly lost his jaw when he saw Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce standing there with their bags.

"OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He ran over and hugged them both.

Santana giggled. "We missed you, and Karen? said we could stay here for a few days to visit you."

"Carole?"

"THAT'S IT! I couldn't remember her name the whole way here."

Blaine was grinning from ear to ear. "I can't believe you guys are here!"

"Well, when we heard you managed to damage your head, we had to come."

Kurt cleared his throat quietly, which seemed to awaken the manners in Blaine. "OH! San, Brit, this is Kurt. Kurt these are my two best friends in the whole world, Santana and Brittany."

Kurt smiled. "It's nice to meet you. We should probably get inside before it starts raining." He grabbed a few bags and started walking towards the house with Brittany.

"Are you a dolphin or a gay shark?"

The rest of the evening went on wonderfully. Blaine pulled them both aside before they sat down to dinner and explained that they needed to attach that filter they didn't use so they didn't offend anyone and all went well.

After dessert, Santana and Brittany started yawning at the end of almost every sentence. Carole laughed lightly.

"Well, I think we should get you two to bed before you fall asleep on the table!" Everyone around the table shared a laugh. "Blaine, Santana and Brittany mentioned they would be fine sharing a bed, so I thought maybe they could stay in your room?"

Blaine smiled. "Anything for these two. I'll take the couch."

Carole shook her head. "Oh goodness no, if you slept on that couch you'd never move again. I was thinking you could stay in Kurt's room with him? He has his bed, his couch, and that insane pile of pillows. His couch is in decent shape so you should be okay."

Kurt nodded. "Sounds fine to me. I've got a billion drawings to finish this week anyways. Blaine can take my bed."

He opened to mouth to argue, but Carole shushed him and started ushering Brittany and Santana upstairs. Blaine followed, wanting to grab a few of his personal things and ended up alone with Santana.

She sat herself on the bed, crossing her legs and grinned at him. "You're welcome."

"For what?" Blaine was busy shoving stuff into his bag.

"Well, when I called to find out where Carole recommended staying, and she said stay here, I was hesitant, and asked if she had the space. You know me, I like living in style, but we are between jobs right now so staying with her seemed like a great idea. When she said us crashing here would mean you having to share with Sparky McGay Pants, I knew it was worth saving the funds."

Blaine laughed. "San, you didn't have to do that."

"Oh please! You've totally been laying in bed thinking about him since you got here."

"No need to think about him when I've spent three of my four nights sleeping in the same room as him."

She gasped. "Anderson, you're doing me proud over here. Just remember what I taught you about safe sex."

"You taught me that birth control is my friend. I don't see how that's going to help me now."

She considered it for a few minutes and shrugged. "Either way, I want you to remember that you have a penis. And instead of letting it go to waste, you should stick it in everything that you can."

Blaine shook his head. "I actu-"

"Oh my god, you're totally a bottom aren't you? I should have known. You seem like a total bottom. I've always wondered about that. Like what if you meet the man of your dreams and you're both bottoms? Does one of you just switch? How do you know who's a bottom and who's a top? Do you discuss it on a first date? "Hi, I'm Blaine. I'd rather have you in my ass than be in yours." Is that how it goes?"

Blaine gaped at her, completely incapable of forming words.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm just wondering what angle your parents dropped you at to cause your brain to rattle so much, or did they just shake you a lot?"

"Shut up. These are all things I want to know."

"I'm ignoring you now." He picked up his bag and started walking towards the door.

"B, wait. What's going on with him?"

Blaine shook his head.

"I promise I won't be sexual about it."

He was quiet for a minute before he smiled. "We've kissed a few times, that's it. Oh, and he got me a job. A temporary thing until I can start playing again."

"And now you're gonna go spend the night in his room. Alone. I expect some details in the morning. Maybe we can go out for lunch or something. On me."

"Sounds good, say goodnight to Brit for me."

Blaine escaped through the door and headed down the hall to Kurt's room. He stopped just outside the door and took a deep breath before knocking lightly and waiting for Kurt's faint "come in"

"Blaine, we're gonna be sharing a room. You don't have to knock."

"Sorry" He smiled and put his bag down near the bed.

Kurt took off his glasses and smiled. "You know, it's incredibly sad that you can fit all your stuff in a bag."

Blaine sat himself down at the foot of the bed and sat facing Kurt. "It isn't all my stuff. I've still got an entire basement full of stuff at Santana and Brittany's place."

"Why didn't you bring it all with you?"

Blaine shrugged. "No reason."

"Blaine..."

He sighed and looked down at his hands, refusing to meet Kurt's eyes. "Because I wanted to make sure I was really welcome here first."

Kurt stared at him for a few minutes before grabbing his laptop and typing furiously.

"...Kurt?"

"We're going to find a company to bring all your stuff here. It's ridiculous that you didn't bring it."

Blaine sat up on his knees and reached over to put his hand on Kurt's hand. "Kurt, you don't have to do that."

"Yes, I do. I know things were different where you were, but we aren't like that here."

"Santana is going to mail it all when she gets back home, we talked about it earlier."

Kurt smiled. "So you're going to move in? Actually move in?"

Blaine smiled and nodded. "Yes."

Kurt flew up on the bed to hug Blaine, but he was a little too aggresive and ended up on top of Blaine who was now horizontal underneath him. Kurt chuckled, but made no attempt to get up. Instead, they looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before Kurt finally captured Blaine's lips in a kiss.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, trying to pull his body closer. The action caused Kurt to roll his hips against Blaine, who moaned into Kurt's mouth. Kurt took this opportunity to thrust his tongue into Blaine's mouth, eagerly exploring. Blaine was quickly becoming hard, which wasn't surprising given the pornographic sounds Kurt was making. Still, he needed to take control before it all ended entirely too soon.

He used his strength to flip them over so he was straddling Kurt's waist. At least he wasn't the only one that was hard. He started by kissing Kurt, mouths open and tongues fighting for dominance. Kurt whimpered when Blaine's lips left his in favour of his pale neck.

It didn't take long for Blaine to realize he was being deprived of Kurt's delicious skin by the parka he was currently wearing. Blaine nuzzed closer to Kurt and started kissing and nibbling on his ear, an action that Kurt very much enjoyed. Blaine was a little worried Finn would hear Kurt making these noises and come investigate, but it was a chance he was willing to take.

Blaine finally removed the first layer of Kurt's clothing, which had introduced his collarbone into the mix, as well as his biceps. Blaine's eyes were full of sex and need and just eagerness to do things to Kurt, but he knew that he had to pace himself. He started again at Kurt's ear and made his way down to his collarbone with a trail of kisses before scraping his teeth against Kurt's skin.

"Oh my god, do it again."

Blaine could only willingly oblige. He continued sucking and dragging his teeth across the spot until Kurt's skin was bruised and gorgeous. Blaine actually took a moment to catch his breath and admire his handy work. The contrast between the bruise and his pale skin did things to him.

Just as they were about to return to their fun-filled evening, there was a knock at the door.

"Blaine, darling. Are you in there? It's Carole."

Kurt cleared his throat and gently pushed Blaine off him. "He's in here. What's up, Carole?" He pulled his parka type sweater back on.

Blaine managed to pull himself off the bed and into a comfortable sitting position (with a strategically placed pillow of course) before Carole opened the door and set down a laundry basket.

"Sorry to disturb you, I just threw on some laundry earlier and I had some of your clothes."

Blaine smiled. "Thanks, Carole."

She smiled at them both. "You two have enough blankets and all that?"

Kurt nodded. "If not, third closet from the end of the hall. I know."

"Right. You live here." She laughed quietly. "Your dad and I are going to bed, so we'll see you tomorrow for dinner."

She blew them each a kiss and exited the room.

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a look before Blaine laughed nervously and Kurt started go pink.

"We should probably get some sleep anyways."

Kurt nodded. "I'll change in the bathroom, you can change out here."

He quickly grabbed his pjs off the couch before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind himself.

Blaine got his pjs out and changed bottoms. He pulled off his shirt and started folding everything to put away. Kurt chose that moment to walk out of the bathroom to find his moisturizer and froze. Blaine was gorgeous. His chest was perfectly muscular, and he had just the right amount of hair, trailing down towards his-

Nope. Can't think about that.

"Sorry, I just needed my moisturizer."

Blaine smiled. "No problem."

He grabbed it off the table and started walking back towards the bathroom, trying to clear his mind of Blaine's body.