Chapter 20

Blaine and Kurt spent the rest of their day watching movies and lounging around the mansion. Blaine decided it would be best to go back home in the afternoon so he could at least clean the house a bit before his mom got back. Kurt, on the other hand, wouldn’t let him leave.

“Come on Blaine. Just stay a couple more minutes. Please.” Kurt whined, holding Blaine down as he tried to get up from the couch.

“Kurt this is the second time you say that, and that was an hour ago. I really have to go.” Blaine smiled apologetically.

“Fine. I guess I’ll just have to find another person to hang out with. I bet there are a lot of hot boys waiting around for me.” Kurt pouted crossing his arms and sinking into the back of the couch. Blaine chuckled at his sulking boyfriend. He bent down and placed a tender kiss to Kurt’s forehead.

“Come on sweetheart.” Blaine pulled back and begun walking towards the door, grabbing his bag at the foot of the stairs on his way.

“Ugh fine. I’m coming.” Kurt followed Blaine to the door, car keys in hand. Kurt shut the door behind him, before joining Blaine in the car.

They had been driving for a few minutes when Kurt asked the inevitable.

“So, what are you planning on doing about your dad.” Kurt eyed Blaine carefully as he asked the question. Blaine immediately tensed up.

“Well I wasn’t planning on doing anything. He’ll probably be gone even more than usual now with that whore he’s been screwing. I don’t think he wants to be around his abomination of a son any more than he has to.” Blaine said harshly remembering the look of disgust upon his father’s face. Kurt looked over at Blaine sadly, before entwining his fingers with Blaine’s. He stroked his thumb soothingly over Blaine hand and watched as the boy let a few tears slip out.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” Kurt said.

A few minutes later Kurt pulled into Blaine’s driveway. Both boys got out of the car and Kurt followed Blaine to the door. Blaine opened the door and stepped into his house.

“Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kurt said turning to leave.

“Hey wait. Come here. Let me at least give you a proper goodbye.” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and pulled him into the privacy of his house.

He shut the door behind him before stepping towards Kurt. He slid his hands around Kurt’s waist and watched as he shut his eyes puckering his lips expectantly. Kurt smiled as he felt Blaine’s breath ghosting over his lips before Blaine bent down and ran his lips over Kurt’s neck. Kurt sighed throwing his head back, as Blaine mouthed at his pale skin. Blaine’s lips travelled up Kurt’s neck and Kurt shuddered as he felt Blaine nip gently at his earlobe. His lips then moved along Kurt’s jaw before finally meeting Kurt’s lips. Both boys melted into the kiss, their lips moving slowly against each other. Blaine pulled back after a few seconds, tightening his arms around Kurt’s body.

“I love you.” Blaine said softly.

“I love you too.” Kurt replied, brining his lips back to Blaine’s. Blaine sighed and pulled away.

“I don’t want to kick you out, but my mom is going to be here soon and I’d rather that she doesn’t find yet, and that’s not because I don’t lo-“ Blaine was rambling and his words were cut off by the soft press of Kurt’s lips against his.

“Blaine, calm down. I understand.” Kurt smiled.

“Okay. Thank you.” Blaine replied, relieved at Kurt’s reaction.

“Bye sweetheart.” Kurt pecked Blaine on the lips before opening the door and closing it behind him. Blaine’s face was overcome with a huge smile as soon as Kurt shut the door. He grabbed his bag and ran up to his room. He threw himself onto his bed, giggling like a maniac. He didn’t think that he could be more in love.

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Meanwhile, across town Mr. Anderson was re-doing his tie in front of a mirror in a cheap motel room.

“Everything was fine with him until he started hanging out with that fag.” Mr. Anderson spat out furiously as he walked over to the chair where he had flung his jacket a few hours ago in a sexual haze.

“What did you say his name was again?” Mr. Anderson turned to the young blonde girl on the bed who’d just asked the question.

“Who? The guy my son’s been screwing?” Mr. Anderson said.

“No the other one.” Mr. Anderson sighed. He’d lost count of how many times she’d asked this question.

“Blaine. My son’s name is Blaine, Brittany.”

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It was 11pm when her phone rang. Santana grunted annoyed at being awoken.

“What!?” She spat as she answered the phone. She immediately smiled as the familiar voice of Brittany filled her ears.

“Guess what?”