Kurt reached over and picked up the flowers in one hand and his coffee cup and note in the other.
He sniffed his flowers and they smelt wonderful, he took a sip of his coffee and it was, as
expected, perfect. He then unfolded the note and started to read.

**Good morning gorgeous!
I was going to wake you this morning but you looked so peaceful and beautiful that I decided I
would let you sleep.
I will see you at school, try not to look too sexy or else I will have to take you into the bathroom
again ;)
I love you handsome!
Blaine.**

Kurt couldn't help the huge, dopey-looking smile that spread across his face; his boyfriend truly
was a romantic at heart.

Kurt glanced at the clock on his bedside table and saw that it was seven-thirty already and he was
running late into his moisturizing routine, so he jumped up quickly practically running to the
bathroom. Kurt was done showering, moisturizing, drying, dressing, applying cover-up on his
bruise and primping all within an hour, a personal best.

When Kurt slung his messenger bag over his shoulder he bent down to pick his flowers up off his
bed, he quickly grabbed the note Blaine had left and placed it in his pocket. Kurt checked his hair
one last time in the mirror, grabbed his coffee and left his room. He was so happy he practically
bounced down the stairs and when he did he almost collided with his dad.

"Whoa! Hold up kiddo, careful now," Burt said steadying Kurt.

"Sorry," Kurt beamed at his dad "wait," he said and the smile vanished "why are you home? Are
you okay?"

Burt laughed and patted his son on the shoulder "yeah I'm fine, was just a little tired this morning,
so I asked John to open up for me."

"Oh well... Get some rest," Kurt said looking worriedly at his father.

"Sure bud," Burt said as he walked into the lounge room and dropped into the recliner.

Kurt stood in the hall for a few minutes simply watching his dad before he made his way to the
kitchen to find a vase for his flowers. Kurt finally found one and filled it with water, put the flowers
in it and settled it on the edge of the kitchen counter. How did he get so lucky to have someone
like Blaine? He thought to himself as he admired the flowers.

"Hey Kurt?" Burt called from the living room where he was watching some sort of sports game.

"Yeah Dad?" he called back.

"Have you seen the time kid? If you don't leave now you'll be late."

"No I won't, I'm actually early today. ’Cause I already have my morning coffee, I don't need to
drive to the Lima Bean," Kurt reassured his dad.

"How do you already have your coffee?"

Shit! Kurt thought to himself, how the hell is he supposed to get out of this one?

"Ummm-" at that moment Kurt's phone began ringing in his pocket.

He looked down at the caller ID and sighed in gratitude.

"Hey Babe," he said into the phone.

"Good morning," Blaine replied and Kurt could hear the smile in his voice.

"It is a good morning isn't it?" Kurt said, leaning against the counter.

"Hmmm and why’s that?" Blaine asked in mock innocence.

"Well I think it's a good morning because I woke up to find my favourite flowers, a hot cup of my
regular coffee and a beautiful, romantic note that makes me want to find the writer and kiss them
senseless."

"Really? You got all that this morning?" Blaine asked trying to sound shocked. "Who on earth gave
all that to you, whoever the amazing, fabulously, sexy guy is he sure must love you," Blaine said
matter-of-factly.

"I'm pretty sure he does," Kurt said confidently and Blaine chuckled.
"Anyway I was calling to tell you that when I was at practice this morning Coach Beast said that
there is a position available on the football team," he said happily.

"And?" Kurt asked in confusion.

"Isn't it obvious?" Blaine asked, when he got no reply he decided to continue "you my dear, should
join the football team!"

At those words Kurt burst out into a fit of giggles. There was no way in hell he was joining the
football team!

"Kurt? Why are you laughing? I'm being serious, all the Coach is looking for is a kicker and all
you'll have to do is wait for us to score a goal then you come out and kick the ball. It's not hard
and if you did this you would make friends with the guys on the team and..." Blaine trailed off his
voice becoming huskies "I would really, really love to see you in the uniform."

Kurt stopped his giggles almost immediately, "Really? You have a footballer kink?" he asked.

"Well… no not exactly, but I would just love to see you in those tight pants and the shirt and It
would be so easy to rip it off you and- oh god I'm getting so hard just thinking about it!" Blaine
said breathlessly.

Kurt swallowed as he felt his dick twitch in his tight jeans.

"Where are you?" Kurt asked quietly.

"I'm in my car, in our usual spot and oh God, I can't stop thinking about you in that damn
uniform," Blaine groans.

"I'll be there in ten minutes," Kurt said quickly as he races out of the kitchen.

"Hurry," Blaine breathed and then the line went dead. Kurt raced through the lounge room picking
his keys up from off the coffee table.

"Bye Dad, I'm going to school and I'm going to go umm," suck my boyfriend off, "I'm going to the
library," he lied quickly.

"Okay see ya," Burt said, just as Kurt put a hand on the door knob Burt calls out to him again.

"Hey Kurt?"

"Yes Dad?" Kurt asked running out of patience.

"Tell Blaine that the next time he sneaks out of the house he should stay out, because it's just
embarrassing for the both of us when I see him coming back in again."

Kurt's whole face flushed with embarrassment and his thoughts of Blaine waiting for him vanished.

"I'm sorry Dad," Kurt said "but we didn't do anything, I swear he just slept over-"

"It’s okay kid," Burt laughed "just make sure he treats you with respect and from now on he
sneaks out of the back door…then I'm okay with it… I guess."

"I love you Dad."

"I love you too," Burt said softly to his son.

They shared a brief moment together, that was broken when Burt told him to hurry up and go to
school. When Kurt's mind decided to focus again he was out that door and into his car faster than
lighting.

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Blaine sat waiting in his car palming his erection through his jeans roughly, Kurt's name

occasionally falling from his lips. He is parked in a secluded part of the school car park, a regular
place for him to wait for Kurt, a place that's away from everyone's prying eyes.

"God," he moaned at the friction he was causing and he was silently begging Kurt to drive faster.

Just when Blaine was about to unbutton his jeans, his door flew open.

"Oh no you don't," Kurt said as he hoped into the car, closed the door and settled himself on
Blaine's lap, ignoring how the steering wheel pressed slightly against his bruise.

"S-sorry," Blaine whimpered, "but you took forever."

Kurt didn't respond he just crashed their lips together for a hungry kiss that was all teeth and
tongue. Whilst he was keeping Blaine's mouth occupied, Kurt unbuttoned Blaine's jeans and
slipped his hand down past his boyfriend zipper and into his boxers. Kurt let his hand follow that
delicious trail of hair Blaine had leading down his stomach until his hand wrapped itself around his
cock.

"Ngh," Blaine gasped into Kurt's mouth, at his touch and began thrusting upwards.

"Who's the needy one now?" Kurt purred teasingly into Blaine's ear.

"Oh God!" Blaine moaned he didn't even try to think of a witty retort; instead he threw his head
back against the headrest whimpering at the familiar heat coiling low in his abdomen.
Kurt kept pumping Blaine, each stoke smearing more and more pre-cum down his cock. Blaine's
head was thrown back and Kurt had a perfect view of his boyfriends delicious neck… he couldn't
resist.

Kurt dived at Blaine's neck, he felt relief as the steering wheel was no longer pressed on his bruise
but he now found himself directly above Blaine's cock. If Blaine came, it would end up all over
Kurt's Alexander McQueen blazer… a small price to pay in Kurt's opinion, because he could always
dry-clean his clothes, but the sounds that Blaine's making at the moment… well they are blessed
and Kurt wants to record them and set them as his ringtone. But instead of pulling his phone out
he simultaneously finds a vein in Blaine's neck and a vein in his cock. He sucks at one while he
presses down on the other. Blaine writhers beneath him, his shaking and Kurt knows that any
second he will be coming all over his hand.

Kurt stops sucking but starts licking at his neck and pumping his hand faster, knowing that this is
what Blaine needs. Blaine starts to moan Kurt's name, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Faster Baby," Blaine pants and Kurt does as he is told.

"Yes, oh God yes," Blaine's gasps, "harder, harder, oh right there oh," Kurt is pumping Blaine so
hard and fast that the car is rocking, but his boyfriend keeps begging for more so he has to give it
to him.

"H-harder, faster, oh, fuck, yes," there is a thin sheen of sweat covering Blaine's face, a single
bead runs down Blaine's jaw and Kurt leans down even closer to lick it off as it travels down his
neck.

"Mmmm, I wonder what other parts of your body taste that good?" Kurt asks into Blaine's ear as
though he doesn't already know the answer.

"Oh Baby, oh K-Kurt I going to-" Blaine tried to warn Kurt but before he could finish his sentence
Kurt gave his wrist a particularly hard flick and his cum was filling Kurt's hand.

Blaine was twitching and Kurt kissed him desperately swallowing every sound he makes.
When Blaine's breathing finally returns to normal Kurt carefully removes his hand trying to not
wipe his come off on Blaine. When his hand is free he makes sure Blaine is watching him as he
brings it to his mouth and starts to lick it clean.

"Oh god, Kurt please don't," Blaine begged as his cock tried to get hard again just watching his
boyfriend.

"You love it," Kurt smirked when his hand was clean.

"Yeah I do, but that's beside the point," Blaine replied a little breathlessly.

"Well what is the point?" Kurt asked as he slid over into the passenger seat.

"The point is that we have class in exactly two minutes," Blaine's said pointing at the dashboard
clock.

"What? Oh shit, I've never been late before, oh crap that was the longest hand job I've ever given,
lucky you parked here, oh shit I need to get my bag and I have to find my French book in my-"

"Shhhh Babe, calm down and breathe," Blaine said quieting Kurt's rambling, "go to class and I'll
get your stuff and put it in your locker."

"Oh thank you," Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine firmly, dipping his tongue into the other boys'
mouth, he then flung his door open and jumped out. "I love you," he called to Blaine who still sat
dazed in the car.

"Tease," Blaine shouted back and he could hear Kurt's beautiful laugh.

Blaine leaned over and closed Kurt's door, he reached into the backseat of his car in search of his
school bag, when he found it he jumped out of the car, locked the doors and searched through the
car park for Kurt's navigator. When he found it he opened the back door with the spare key he has
and he began his search for Kurt's books and bag, it took him ten minutes to find all the books on
Kurt's time table, when he was done he was incredibly late to roll-call so he figured he would skip
it altogether and just go to Kurt's locker.

When Blaine reached the locker he knew he wouldn't get to see Kurt very much today seeing as
they had no classes together on Tuesday so he left Kurt another note knowing that his boyfriend
loves them.

**I found your books :D
Why was your French book in your glove box compartment?
I won't get to see you very much today :(
But if you want you can come over my house this afternoon?
I talked to my parents last night about… everything but I also talked to them about you :)
and they said they need to talk to you about something…
Anyways! Long story short, I would really love it if you came over today and so would my parents.
I love you!
Blaine.**

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"Thanks for the note," Kurt said as he pressed his lips to Blaine's.

"You’re welcome," Blaine said and grabbed Kurt's hand, to lead hem inside the door of his house.

They stepped through the doorway into the huge entryway that led off to the massive lounge room
and gigantic kitchen. Blaine's parents are extremely wealthy and they have owned this house
(mansion) for almost twenty years, they don't use it much because they are constantly travelling
but whenever they are here they always welcome Kurt over, after all he's known them since he
was kid.

"Mom? Dad? I'm home," Blaine called.

"Did you bring Kurt?" came a soft voice from the living room.
Blaine chuckled to himself as he pulled Kurt along into the living room where both his parents sat
on the couch.

"Gee Mom, it’s nice to see you too," Blaine pretended to be offended at her words and he bent
down to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"You know I love you Blaine but I haven't talked to Kurt in a very long time," she said as she
jumped up and wrapped her arms around her son ruffling his hair.

"Okay okay, you can stop now, look I bought Kurt, mess up his hair," Blaine told his mom and
pulled Kurt to her.

"Oh Kurt it's been so long since I saw you last,” Blaine's mom said.

"Yes, too long, Annabelle, too long," Kurt agreed and embraced Blaine's mother in a warm hug.
When they pulled back Annabelle looked Kurt up and down, when her head tilted down he long,
dark, brown curls fell across her face, Kurt remembers that the last time he saw her they were
only just past her shoulders but now they travelled down her slim figure and almost touching her
tiny waist.

"Kurt darling," she said with a smile gracing her soft features "you look wonderful!" she exclaimed
her brown eyes lighting up.

"Look who's talking," Kurt said with a laugh.

"Ah, now then Kurt, she's mine, don't go stealing my woman," Blaine's father joked with him as he
came over and shook Kurt's hand while placing the other on Annabelle's waist.

"Don't worry Paul, I'm pretty happy with who I have at the moment," he said pulling Blaine closer
and leaning his head on his shoulder.

Kurt looked at Blaine's parents and saw his boyfriends features in both parents, it’s obvious that
Blaine gets his curls and his height from his mom, but at the same time you can clearly see that
Blaine and his father not only share the same gorgeous, hazel eyes, but they also share the same
facial features, such as the masculine jaw and triangle eyebrows.

"So what have you to been up to today?" Annabelle asked as she sat with her husband on the
floral couch and Blaine and Kurt went to sit on the exact same one on the opposite side of the
coffee table, when they were seated Kurt snuggled into Blaine's side and Blaine wrapped his arm
around Kurt's shoulders. One of the things that Kurt loves the most about Blaine's parents is that
they don't mind the couple being affectionate or 'lovey-dovey' in front of them, they are just
happy for them.

"Not much," Blaine said a little sadly "me and Kurt don't share any classes together on Tuesdays,
so we didn't see each other very much today."

Kurt placed his and on Blaine's knee and squeezed it.

"I'm sorry dear… it's never been easy for you two has it," she says sympathetically. It doesn't
sound like a question but Kurt decides to answer her anyways.

"No it hasn't," he says looking at Blaine and seeing that his boyfriend's eyes were a little glassy
too. "But it's been worth it, and I would go through it every single day just to be with him," Kurt
says to Annabelle but he keeps looking at Blaine.

"I love you Kurt," Blaine whispers quietly.

"I love you too Blaine," Kurt whispered back and stretches his head up for a sweet kiss on the lips.

They pull apart when the maid burst into the room with a tray of tea; they laugh a little in
embarrassment but return to their original positions.

"There's no need to embarrassed,” Paul said to the boys on the lounge, "that's what you do when
you're in love."

Kurt and Blaine both wore smiles on their faces as they reached out for a cup of tea.

"So mom, what did you want to talk to Kurt about?" Blaine asked taking a sip from his cup and
setting it back down on the tray just as Kurt did.

"Oh yes," she said excitedly putting her own cup back down on the tray and sitting up a little
straighter.

"Blaine, Kurt," she said looking between the two of them, "as you both know it is a common
occurrence for the Andersons’ to go on a vacation during the winter," both boys nodded. "Well Paul
and I have been talking and this year we have decided that… we should all go to Paris!" she
exclaimed.

"Oh wow, Paris," Kurt said, he has always wanted to go to Paris himself, but he figured that seeing
as Blaine would be going he could give his boyfriend all his savings money and a shopping list and
Kurt would have a whole new wardrobe.

"Oh my God Blaine! I'm going to be giving you so, so much money and you’re going to have to
buy me everything and if you don't I will never talk to you again when you get back," Kurt said
with a smile.

"Ummm… Kurt Honey?" Blaine asked a little confused.

"Yeah?"

"Ummm… why don't you just get them yourself… when you're there?" he asked an obvious smile
on his face, but Kurt was oblivious to what Blaine was hinting at.

"What do you mean when I go there?" he asked.

"Well, Baby, if I understand correctly," he said looking at his parents who were both smiling and
nodding at him, "I think my parents want to take the both of us…together…as in Mom and Dad and
me and… you."

Kurt stared blankly at him for a moment before turning to his parents who started nodding again,
the smiles never leaving their faces.

As soon everything had sunk in Kurt began his protest immediately. "I can't possibly accept-"

"Yes you can Kurt and you must," Paul said firmly, "you and Blaine have been together for seven
years, seven tough years and Annabelle and I think you both deserve this… and I'm sorry Kurt but
we have already booked your ticket, its non-refundable… we haven't talked to your father yet but
we assume he will be okay with it."

Kurt stared at them in silence his mouth hanging open slightly; they booked him a ticket to Paris,
to PARIS! He is going to Paris with Blaine, with BLAINE!
Kurt shot up out of his seat detaching himself from Blaine and ran around the coffee table to
engulf the older Andersons in a massive huge.

"Thank you," he whispered to the both of them as he pulled back and stood up.

"There is no need to thank us," Annabelle said.

"She's right Kurt you're a part of this family and we would love for you to join us all in Paris," Paul
said softly.

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"Paris," Kurt said.

He and Blaine had driven to Kurt's house in separate cars and they are now walking hand in hand
towards Kurt's front door step. Earlier in the night, he had rung the house to tell his Dad that he
would be late home but there had been no answer so he figured he was still at work but now as he
got closer he could see Burt's car in the dark garage.

"I know," Blaine said with a smile "Paris… I can't wait."

They reached the front door and stood for a moment sharing sweet kisses, Kurt's tongue traced
Blaine's bottom lip and sucked gently, he stood there just tasting his boyfriend. Blaine tasted like
chocolate and coffee and weirdly… pineapple.

"I better get inside," Kurt said reluctantly as his lips left Blaine's, the other boy whining in protest.

"I will text you tonight and tell you what my Dad says okay?"

"Okay," Blaine said giving Kurt one last kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt turned around and opened the door and closed it behind him.

"Dad?" he called into the darkness, this is weird, he thought to himself. Usually the house had
every light on. The TV is still on in the living room so Kurt walks in there to find it switch onto a
baseball game, Kurt flicks the lamp that is beside his father’s chair and the room illuminates
immediately. He can see that there is a half-eaten sandwich on the table that holds the lamp…
that's even weirder Kurt thinks as he heads towards the kitchen he flicks on every light he passes.
When he is in the kitchen before he has a chance to turn the light on his shoes make a splashing
sound against the tiles, Kurt quickly fumbles for the light when the room is lit a scream escapes
his mouth.

On the floor in front of him is the still figure of his father, a shattered glass of water beside his
body.

"DAD!" Kurt screams and falls on the floor ignoring the glass and water; he goes and touches
Burt's face, its warm.

"Dad! Dad! Oh God Please no! Dad wake up! Dad," his screams are useless and he knows it but he
can't stop them, there are tears running down his face and his shaking his father's body but Burt is
unresponsive.

Kurt hears the front door being flung open and he hears a voice calling his name, "Kurt? Baby
where are you? Kurt… KURT!" just as Kurt is about to answer Blaine comes running into the
kitchen almost slipping on the tiles.

"Kurt I head you screaming from my car! What-" Blaine's answer was cut short by his gasp as he
takes in the scene around him.

"Oh my God! Burt! Oh shit!" he got on his knees and crawled over to where Kurt is and he pulled
out his phone, "I'm going to call 911," he said shakily, "try and find a pulse, just keep calm, just
makes sure he- Hello? Yes please send and ambulance…"

Blaine's voice faded into the background. All Kurt could hear was the thumping of his heart, he
held onto his Dad's hand praying to someone that they would help him.

"Dad!"

"Yes there's a man here unconscious."

"Dad!”

"Please hurry."

"DAD!"