“Oh, Blaine, I’m getting a call, it’s your dad. He says he actually really likes me and wants me to come to dinner. He says he can’t wait for us to get married and adopt a bunch of kittens and unicorns and fairies-“

“It looks like I’m getting a solo; he says I’m doing really well. This competition’s gonna be a breeze-“

“No, Mr Anderson. I can’t come to your house tonight. Because your son and I are going to my house. My empty house. And we’re going to make out a lot-“

Blaine shoved his shoulder, playfully but a little too hard. Kurt just about caught his balance before hitting the floor, but his awkward stance only made it harder for Blaine to talk to his father without cracking up. Kurt was always so elegant, but just occasionally he’d be too long for his own good and this was the result: a combination of Bambi on the ice and C3PO in the desert. He grabbed the car door handle to pull himself up, while Blaine leaned on the bonnet, turning his back on Kurt and taking deep breaths to regain his composure.

“It’s nothing. Just Mike, he’s trying to teach the others a move and it’s gone really wrong, one guy just made an idiot of himself.” Kurt gasped in faux-horror, slapping him on the back. “They can be so immature. I wish they’d just take things a little more seriously.” Kurt had jumped in front of him now. He stuck his hand out and ruffled Blaine’s hair, as he tried to swat him away again. He put his hand on Kurt’s chest, ducking and dodging as he kept trying to set the curls free. Kurt went back to his phone.

“No, Stuart, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that your son is a raging homosexual, and that I am completely irresistible. And I’m sorry that it doesn’t matter how much of an ass you are, neither of us gives a- OW!” Blaine had shoved him against the car and put an arm across his chest, pinning him down.

“Listen, Dad, I really have to go. There’s just a number nobody else can get right-“

“I CAN MR ANDERSON!”

“And they really need me to run it through. They’re hopeless without me.”

Kurt’s eyes narrowed, tilting his head forwards so that he was looking up at Blaine. Blaine who was now pressed up against him, who was wincing as the noise on the other end of the phone got louder. He held the phone a couple of inches away from his ear, turned his head to stare at it quizzically, and hung up. He look Kurt in the eyes as he switched it off.

“Stuart, I’m so sorry. But your son is looking at me in a way I don’t think you’d approve of. But I do, very much, and I need to take this boy home. Now.” Kurt let his arm drop as Blaine, still smiling, pushed into him, one hand on his hip, the thumb firmly stroking the inch of skin that was showing above his jeans after all of his jumping around. As he leaned in to kiss Kurt, he carefully placed his hand on the car, closing in on him. Kurt allowed himself to slide his back down against the side of the car as they both melted into the kiss. They’d both stopped laughing now. As they parted and opened their eyes, staring staright at each other, nothing seemed so funny any more.