Kurt hissed out a breath between his teeth when he woke. The sunlight streaming through his window was weak but still there, why are the fucking curtains open? Rolling onto his stomach to get away from the daylight he had no interest in seeing for the rest of his God damn life, Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and wriggled further into warmth that was previously stretched along his back.

A strong arm groped clumsily at his waist, tugging him closer and lips pressed into the hair just above his ear. "S'op movin'."

"Sorry." Kurt smiled as wide as his hangover would let him, burrowing even further into the duvet and Blaine's side, nose pressed firmly into the highest point of Blaine's bicep.

"Liar...I'm dyin'." His arm tightened around Kurt's waist with a quiet whimper.

"Can you do it quietly?"

Kurt jerked sharply as Blaine's thumb dug into one of his ribs. "Don't be mean or I won't give you your present."

"Can my present be painkillers?" Kurt lifted his head from the mattress and Blaine's arm to stare blearily at his boyfriend, pout firmly in place. Blaine however wasn't looking as his eyes were covered by Kurt's abandoned pillow.

"'M dyin'. Head's gonna explode." The other boy shoved the pillow off of his face in order to roll awkwardly onto Kurt's back, effectively sandwiching the skank in between his body and his bed. And while Kurt would normally have no complaints - especially after last night - this morning it just made him feel even more inclined to vomit.

"Gerroff me or I'll puke and ruin the attraction."

After giving Kurt's torso another poke Blaine rolled off of him thumping onto the floor with a muffled "ow". Kurt didn't even try to smother his giggle despite the glare and embarrassed "Shut it" thrown his way. In fact it was only when a small, soft package wrapped in shiny blue paper with a bow on top hit his head that he managed to stop laughing quietly. "Not sure you deserve that now if you're going to laugh at me."

Kurt sat up; tugging the t-shirt he'd pulled on after getting cleaned up last night back down so that it was no longer twisted up above his midriff. Blaine clambered back onto the bed looking as if he'd just downed several medium drips with all the twitching and near silent stammering he was doing. Kurt couldn't make out what the other boy was saying so he elected to ignore it in favour of tearing into the paper, frowning in confusion when a black velvet cloth bag dropped to his lap.

Blaine had bitten his lip by this point; he could see him twisting his fingers together in a manner that made Kurt want to reach across and still them. Opening the bag he upturned it so that leather wrist cuff, about an inch wide, fell into his palm. It was open, landing so that he could see the inside; engraved with his full name and date of birth. Flicking his eyes up to Blaine (fingers now tapping out a rhythm on the knee against his chest) he turned the cuff over to see the word ‘courage' indented into it's surface, almost invisible to someone just glancing over it.

"What? I don't..." Kurt looked up to see Blaine staring at him wide eyed, "It's gorgeous...why courage?"

Blaine's cheeks flooded with colour and he ducked his head under Kurt's gaze. "It's stupid, I had no idea what to get you; I mean you only told me a fortnight ago! And then I was trying to find something good because it's your eighteenth and it's a big deal because you're an adult and you can vote and stuff and I don't know, it seemed like a really good idea at the time. I can get you something -"

Kurt rolled his eyes, grabbed the back of Blaine's neck and tugged him forward for a closed-mouth kiss to shut him up, leaning back after moment to whisper in Blaine's ear, "I love it. I just want to understand the word is all."

"Because you're it - courage. You went through a lot and you're still standing; you didn't have breakdown or do something stupid you kept living. It takes a lot of courage to stay somewhere after something bad happens and I really admire that about you."

"You have no idea do you?" Blue-grey eyes stared into dark whiskey hued ones in disbelief. "Blaine, you are probably one of the bravest people I've ever met. No you are, you could've easily been killed at that fucking dance; your rib could've punctured your lung or that bat could've hit you in the wrong place and you wouldn't be here. You missed so much school that you when you moved to Dalton you were held back and you stayed out and proud. I am not the only one in this room still standing, baby. Besides, I think most of glee club and possibly my parents will argue that my ‘drastic and sudden' change of attitude was a breakdown."

Blaine let out a laugh, dropping his head onto Kurt's shoulder as the skank made a sweeping gesture towards himself giggling quietly along with the other boy.

"At least we've already established that my bad-boy image seems to do it for you. Really well if last night goes to show anything." The last part was accompanied with a lewd eyebrow wiggle and Blaine squeezing his side sharply trying to hide the wide smile taking over his face.

Blaine turned his face into Kurt's neck, placing kisses around the scar there making the blue-haired boy shiver slightly. "Mmm, last night was great."

Kurt snorted. "Great? That's all I get - great? Clearly I need to do something different next time. I was totally aiming for mind-blowing."

"I need you to babysit tonight."

Kurt looked up from his locker to see Puck hovering beside him. "Blaine's round tonight."

"So? Dude please, I really need to get someone to watch Beth."

Slamming the metal door Kurt moved to slouch against it facing his friend. "Why do you need a babysitter? It's your night with her - normally you're all over that shit. Why can't one of her grandmothers do it anyway?"

"Judy's out and ma's got work. Sarah's not old enough to watch my baby and she's at a friends or something. It's Quinn's night off; she'll kill me if I tell her I need her to keep Beth tonight."

Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling when he caught Blaine's shiny head of hair coming towards them. "Look, on any other night I would; I love Beth, you know I do so don't try giving me the kicked puppy eyes ‘cause you're shit at them." Puck huffed and abandoned his attempt at a Bambi look just as Blaine reached them, an arm slipping around Kurt's waist as his own wound around the shorter boy's shoulders without looking away from his idiot friend. "Again - why do you even need a babysitter anyway? Quinn'll murder you in your sleep if you're ditching your daughter for a hook up."

Puck groaned, head thumping lightly back against the lockers behind them. "It's not for a fuckin' hook up okay? Blaine, help me out."

Blaine raised his hands in surrender, an adorably confused look on his face as his honey coloured eyes darted between where Kurt and Puck glared at each other. "It's probably safer for me not to get involved."

"I was just telling Puck that you were round tonight so I can't babysit for him even though it's his night with Beth so I don't even understand why I'm needed?"

Puck shifted again, eyes darting around the corridor before landing back on the two boys beside him. "Please?"

"Why can't someone else watch her?"

"Because."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Because isn't an answer that will make me think about saying yes Puckerman."

Blaine's hand squeezed gently at his hip, effectively dragging Kurt's attention away from the mohawked teen as well as Puck's eyes to him. "Puck you know he'll say yes if you tell the real reason."

Huffing with cheeks turning a suspicious flushed colour Puck kicked one foot against the lockers, hand shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket before he blurted out "FINE! You manned up so now I have to."

The skank turned away from glaring incredulously at his boyfriend to blink at the self proclaimed bad-boy. "I...have no idea what that's supposed to mean." Turning to Blaine he added, "Should I be offended?"

"Look, everybody in this place knew you and Blaine were banging or some shit but since you fucking went all ‘official' and everything last week I need to step up."

"Again, I'm still not following."

"Look you're always harassing me about Q; especially after we ya know," he lowered his voice and leant closer, "Slept together after we dropped you and gel-head here -"

"Hey!" Blaine pouted, jabbing Kurt with his elbow when he sniggered, ignoring the quiet "ouch" to run a hand quickly over his hair.

"No offence man. Kurt, you keep going on at me to not mess her around or fuck it up so I'm gonna try...to not fuck it up."

When Kurt remained silent Blaine rolled his eyes. "Oh for God's sake, Puck we'll be back at his pretty much straight from school so whenever you want to drop her round will be fine. Bye!" Kurt opened his mouth to protest but Blaine had grabbed his hand and was tugging him towards the nearest exit and in the direction of the bleachers for the only lunch period they had alone.

Kurt fiddled with his tongue bar as he fought back the fond smile, dropping his bag by the sofa and leaning up against the chain-link fence opposite and digging his pack of Marlboro Reds and quickly lighting one up. He waited until Blaine had sat himself on the battered couch before he spoke. "You want to tell me what that was about?"

"It's not like we can do anything anyway; your parents are both going to be home." The shorter boy shrugged, laughing lightly at the put out look on Kurt's face. "Look we get away with having the door closed but you and I both know your dad likes to come up, knock and ask us questions through the door randomly until I go home. If we were at mine it'd be different, but we're not tonight. So suck it up."

"You know if you hadn't just lumped us with a one year old for the night I could suck." He took a long drag on his cigarette, letting it flow from between his lips in a stream of smoke rings. Looking back up he blinked in surprise when he noticed that alongside the usual look of mild distaste Blaine sported when he smoked the other boy was fixated on the area between his slightly visible collarbone and mouth. Clearing his throat he took another drag to mask his chuckle at the jump Blaine gave as his cheeks flooded with pink.

"I thought you hated that I smoke."

"I er...if you know that then why are you still smoking?" The other boy was hedging and damn well knew that Kurt was aware of that based on how he was avoiding the skank's eyes.

"I've cut down; I was nearly ten a day when you started here. I haven't had one in a day and half. That's impressive; it's the closest I've ever got to quitting since I started. You should be proud of me." He stubbed out the filter with the heel of his shoe and flopped down on the sofa, head in Blaine's lap, let out a quiet but pleased noise with Blaine's fingers automatically went to the strands of hair visible from under his beanie.

"I am."

"Huh?"

"Proud of you. You do know I would've never asked you to quit?"

Kurt hummed and nuzzled closer when Blaine made to pull his hand away earning a soft giggle from the junior. "I know, I wouldn't do it if you asked me to...well no; I wouldn't do it if you told me to. Besides, I'm aware that you love it as much as you hate it; bad boy image does it for you remember?" Closing his eyes Kurt smirked at the deer-in-the-headlights look on Blaine's face as he stuttered out denials.

"Urgh, can not believe that Puck is the one with a bigger chance of getting some tonight. I had plans Blaine; plans that did not involve my best friends' child!"

Blaine snorted. "Well now they do, we can make plans for another night. And if all goes well and your dad wins the election then you will end up with a free house just as, if not more often than I do!"

"Yeah, but that's not for a few weeks - if he even wins - and I had plans for tonight because my parents may be in but they are not home until well after seven and we could do a lot in four hours." He huffed, hiding his smile as best he could, and closed his eyes as Blaine's fingers continued to work their way through his hair.

"Okay well you try and hide that smile all you want Hummel but I know you. You would have said yes and you know it. Your friends are important to you and so is Beth; I don't care if we trade in our night pretending to watch bad TV while we make out for watching Disney and reading bed-time stories. An evening spent watching Disney is never wasted Kurt, never." He widened his eyes and schooled his features into a lock of mock severity, shaking his head slowly as if he was horrified at the very notion. Which given how much Disney he had on his iPod or seemed to be able to quote, he probably was - not that Kurt could or even would argue; Blaine had seen his DVD collection and most of those films he had before Quinn or Puck started to bring Beth over.

Kurt glared in the direction of the school when the bell rang out across the field before tilting his head back to frown up at Blaine. "What do you have now?"

"Free period. Which, of course, means I'll actually be in the auditorium with everyone else who's supposed to have a free period rehearsing dance moves ‘til I can do them in my sleep, you?"

"History...which means I'll be walking you to rehearsal before turning around and doing something that is not history. I'll probably come back out here...Quinn'll skip too so at least I'll have company." He grinned up at Blaine who was trying to look disapproving.

"I'm not going to convince you to go am I?"

"Nope. Turner doesn't give a shit if I show up or not as long as I pass his class. My grade average makes up for my poor attendance apparently." Groaning Kurt forced himself up so Blaine could get up too, grabbed his boyfriend's hand once he had everything and allowed Blaine to lead him back towards the main building.

As they were walking across the football field, Kurt spotted him.

Karofsky was staring at the two of them, glaring at their linked hands. Fighting back a shiver Kurt eyed the football player; he recognised the look they were now getting. Narrowing his eyes Kurt yanked hard to Blaine's hand so that the other boy stumbled into his side, throwing an arm over his shoulders and smacking a kiss to the side of his head.

"What was that for?"

Moving his eyes from Karofsky over to Blaine and shrugged. "I need a reason to do that to my boyfriend?" It worked; Blaine's lit up with his bashful smile. The one that means he bites at the inside of his cheek, keeps his eyes and down and gets a tiny tinge of pink to his cheeks like he doesn't quite know what to say but probably has the urge to jump on some form of furniture.

"C'mon then stud, Berry will be pissed if you're not there to sweep her off her annoying little feet."

By the time Kurt made it back to the bleachers Quinn was lounging across the couch, looking to be dozing and really, the opportunity was far too good to pass up.

"What the actual fuck Hummel?!" The skank spluttered out kicking her legs to try and throw him off of them, swearing before she gradually sunk back into the cushions scowling at him.

"You did it to me two days ago. And it was worse because I had a very hot boy on top of me and we were getting better acquainted before you decided to see if ‘death by bundling' was a real thing."

"I still maintain that I thought you were just having a cuddle party and it looked like a third person would be beneficial."

"Suuuure Q, that's why you dive bombed us while my hand was on Blaine's ass and yelled ‘no wanky for you'." Kurt deadpanned, stubbornly not moving from his position over her thighs and instead bring his legs up to sit cross legged on her. To be fair he did make sure to lean heavily on the back of the sofa when he lifted his legs from the floor to keep his weight off of her.

"Yeah but it was really fun for me to do," she jerked her legs again, growling when she failed to dislodge him, "you might not be fat or a bony little shit anymore but get the fuck off of me; this is not comfortable!"

"Really? Pretty sure I've never been more comfy in my whole damn life. Seriously, Quinnie, you should just become a couch or something."

"Fuck you Hummel."

"Baby, I thought we agreed that since we both like boys it wouldn't really work?"

"I hate you."

"You love me."

Quinn managed to free her leg nearest to the sofa edge and kicked him sharply. "There is a fine fucking line between love and loathing."

Kurt snorted, kicking his legs out and moving so Quinn could replace hers from under, to over his lap, feet crossed over the arm of the couch. "So, where is Anderson; isn't he normally attached to you right about now?"

"Har har. He's got some last minute rehearsal. The play's like, what, in less than a week? I think Artie and Berry are going all Dictatorship on everybody by the sound of it." Shrugging Kurt slouched further down onto the sofa, digging his cigs out of his jacket pocket and lighting two, offering one to Quinn. "I'm only still here cause we're going back to mine after this and I picked him up this morning cause his car's a piece of shit. I think he's going to Dalton or some shit tomorrow to see his old friends."

Quinn snorted, "Berry must be losing her shit if she knows he's going to Dalton - wasn't he in their glee club?" A mocking grin spread across her lips as she mimicked Rachel's voice, "he could be a spy!"

Throwing his head back against the sofa back Kurt laughed, smoke billowing out as he cackled. "I'm actually surprised Blaine never got sent to a crack house instead of an audition - maybe she learnt her lesson."

"Shame though, that would've been a funny story to tell the grandkids."

Kurt and Quinn abandoned the bleachers just after the bell for the end of the day rang in favour of sitting in Kurt's car with his iPod plugged in. Keeping his eyes, firmly hidden behind his Ray Bans, trained on the main entrance to the school he made appropriate humming noises and sounds of agreement while she chatted away.

"And then I'm thinking of having another one of Puck's children!"

"Sounds co - wait, what?" He neck cracked with how quickly he turned around to seen Quinn smirking at him, eyebrows raised.

"You weren't listening to damn thing I said. Don't start denying it Hummel; you nearly told me that intentionally becoming a teenage mother to two babies was a cool idea."

"Shut up."

"Well I'm gonna love ya and leave ya so you can go home and get it on with lover boy." Winking Quinn jumped out of the car, turned and waved to Blaine who was nearing the space and jogged to her own red bug as Blaine took her vacant seat.

"What was that about?"

"I honestly have no idea."

Kurt's phone lit up with a text from Puck (I'll bring Beth round at 5. Owe you man) as they walked through his front door. "Anyone in?" Waiting for a moment on the off chance a member of his family replied Kurt slammed the door, grabbed a handful of the front of Blaine's sweater and dragged him upstairs to his room.

"We have just under two hours before Puck shows up and we have to be responsible and I believe I mentioned something about sucking." Taking Blaine's slack jawed, glazed over look as a firm yes Kurt yanked the sweater over his head, tugging on the bowtie and button up until his boyfriend got the message and began to undress. Ripping his own t-shirt off Kurt hastily unbuttoned both of their jeans and shoved Blaine backwards onto the bed clambering up until he was straddling the junior.

"Is this - fuck - is this going where I think it's going?" Blaine stammered out between kisses as Kurt's hips began to roll down against his own.

Snaking a hand down to palm over Blaine's rapidly hardening cock before slipping it below his boyfriends boxer briefs Kurt smirked, "Uh-huh. I'm not, Christ, not one to go back on my word."

Hands griped at waistbands, pushing and pulling until they were both down to underwear, in pretty much the same position they found themselves in last week and had yet to do again due to school or glee or the play or his fucking parents. As his fingers danced along the thick waistband of Blaine's bright pink boxer briefs it hit him that, yes he would actually be seeing his boyfriend naked. He would be getting up close and personal with Blaine's dick.

"Is this okay?" please tell me it's okay.

Blaine arched up under him, hands sliding down to Kurt's own boxer-briefs, snapping the elastic and shoving them down below his ass before breathing out, "is that seriously a question?"

Smothering an almost hysterical giggle against Blaine's shoulder Kurt lifted his hips so that Blaine could pull them the rest of the way down, biting his lip when it caught on his cock, before he lifted himself onto his knees to work Blaine's underwear down his legs and throwing them somewhere in his room before turning back to Blaine.

How the hell Kurt had managed to land such a beautiful human being as Blaine he'd probably never figure out. The other boy was spread out below him, chest heaving and eyes wide and staring at Kurt like he was from another world. It was ridiculously hard to keep his eyes above Blaine's hips and his own from re-enacting his birthday. His breath hissed out from between his teeth as he bent back down to capture Blaine's lips in a deep kiss, tongue sweeping over the seem of Blaine's mouth until it opened for him.

Kurt's hips fell down to meet Blaine's, stuttering as his cock lined up with his boyfriend's. Letting out a whimper as his brain short circuited over how fucking good it felt to do this without jeans or just their underpants. Blaine seemed to agree judging by the sounds emanating from the younger boy.

"Kurt...hmmng...Kurt, please."

"Please what?" Smirking against Blaine's lips as he sucked playfully on his tongue and nibbled at his bottom lip Kurt let his hands finally wander below the invisible line of Blaine's hips to grasp a perfect ass cheek in one hand and stroking his dick with the other.

Blaine groaned and tore his mouth away from Kurt's. "C'mon...stop fucking teasing and suck my damn cock!"

A wolfish grin spread across Kurt's face as he pulled far enough away from Blaine's body to focus, letting his lips trail slowly over his jaw towards his ear to breathe "since you asked nicely." Biting lightly at Blaine's earlobe, tugging slightly as the other boy whimpered. Moving slowly Kurt worked his way down Blaine's body, stopping to suck kisses into places and biting at others until he reach his navel where he dipped his tongue into Blaine's belly button.

Blocking out every part of his brain that was beginning to freak out (shit, fuck that's Blaine's dick, Blaine's dick is against my throat and in a minute it's going to be IN my throat. Please don't choke, please don't choke...) in order to focus on the noises his boyfriend was making and the jerky movements of his gorgeous body Kurt crawled backwards slightly to lick against the grain of Blaine's happy trail. Mouthing around the base of his cock Kurt had to hold back the inappropriate snort that was begging to escape because that's why it's called a happy trail.

"Oh God."

Looking up Kurt smiled widely, teeth on show and eyes locked on Blaine. "Not God, just me." He whispered with a wink before sinking his mouth down onto Blaine; hands flying up to Blaine's hips to hold them to the mattress as they jerked forward.

He didn't take him too far down to start with; keeping his attention on the head, tongue twirling around to flick at the underside along a prominent vein and up to swipe over the tip, clearing up any precome and swallowing with a muffled moan. Okay, now he knew why people did this. Though why a majority of the girls he knew (or used to know) always complained about giving head he doubts he'll ever find out because this, the way Blaine was writhing around, crying out and gasping, this was amazing. He was doing this, he was the reason Blaine was currently falling apart and damn if that didn't make him feel powerful, wanted.

He was already aware of how much Blaine appreciate (maybe that was the wrong word but it was all he could think of) his tongue bar based on the little gasps he always released whenever Kurt ran the tiny metal ball over one of his body parts. But the automatic jerk and strangled moan alerted him to the fact that clearly, having a tongue bar on your dick felt pretty fucking great. Smirking as best he could around Blaine's girth Kurt flicked the titanium ball against the ridge just below the head, pleased at the "Holy fuck!" that escaped his boyfriends usually profanity free mouth.

Opening his throat as best he could and relaxing his jaw Kurt lowered his head further before sucking on the way back up, cheeks hollowed out and tongue firmly pressed into that vein that made Blaine tense and twitch every time he grazed over it. When he reached the tip he pulled off to lick over the head to gather up more of the precome leaking from it before ducking his head to mouth along the sides, licking and sucking firmly at the part he'd yet to fit in his mouth.

Blaine gripped the sheets with one hand, the other flying to tangle in Kurt's hair as he let out a near constant stream of cries, pleas and moans. Kurt wasn't even sure if Blaine knew what sounds he was making at this point based on how his eyes kept rolling back into his head and his hips were jumping up towards Kurt's mouth despite being held down.

"Oh God, oh God Kurt, don't stop. Don't ever, ahhh, stop!"

Deciding to take pity on his boyfriend Kurt took another deep breath before dropping back down, doubling his efforts and wrapping his hand around what he couldn't reach with his mouth; keeping it in time with the bobbing of his head until Blaine's hand in his hair tightened, pulling at it sharply.

"Ku-Kurt, I - I'm gonna...shit!"

Kurt pulled off quickly, not entirely sure he wanted to swallow, and surged back up to Blaine's mouth while his hand worked quickly to bring Blaine over the edge. He kept his eyes open and on the other boy's face, determined not to miss a second of Blaine's orgasm - it was quickly becoming one of his favourite sights. Blaine's neck and jaw tensed, head thrown back into the pillow as his body rolled with waves of pleasure as he spilled over his stomach and Kurt's hand with eyes wide open but rolling to the back of his skull before he turned boneless, sinking into the bed, twitching and gasping for breath.

Blaine's eyes blinked rapidly, chest heaving and limbs still twitching with after shocks, while Kurt stared down at him. Turning to glance down at where his hand was releasing Blaine's now soft and spent cock he moved his fingers towards his mouth, poking his tongue out to lick curiously at the come streaked across his knuckles. Not bad, Mack was clearly over-exaggerating.

A wanton and horse "Fuck" brought his attention back down to his boyfriend, index finger part way in his mouth as he practically savoured the taste.

Blaine himself seemed to be speechless for a moment before he surged up, flipped them over and deftly reached down to grasp Kurt's own dick firmly in his hand.

"Shit, oh fuck Blaine...not gonna - I'm al-already so close." His hand came up to grip the forearm next to his head that Blaine was braced against, squeezing sharply every time Blaine squeezed just a little tighter, stroked just a little harder or twisted his wrist just so. "L-lube!"

"Huh?" To his credit and much to Kurt's delight Blaine didn't stop the movement, that fucking amazing rhythm he'd created with his fist.

"Top...top drawer. Lube. Get it." He did and oh God was it that much hotter when Blaine's hand returned to his cock now coated in the beautifully slick substance. "F-fuck, ‘m gonna. Blaine." With one last twist of Blaine's wrist and a sloppy kiss planted just bellow his collar bone Kurt fell over the edge. Fire raced from the base of his spine outwards before crashing back into him as stars burst behind his slammed shut eyelids.

Panting, he relaxed back into his comforter; shakily using the hand not still partially covered in another's bodily fluid to push his damp hair back from his face and blinked owlishly up at Blaine's smiling face.

Reaching one hand up to rest on the back of Blaine's still slightly flushed neck Kurt tugged him down for a comparatively chaste kiss. "So much better with no clothes on."

Laughing quietly Blaine ducked back down to rest his head on Kurt's shoulder, forehead pressed against his sweat-damp neck. "It really is. We should just, like, live our lives naked."

"I think we'd get a bit cold...also people might not appreciate us strolling ‘round in the buff all day." Though, the idea does have merit but only if he's the one who gets to see Blaine in all his glory. He may be a tad possessive of his boyfriend, but he figures Blaine doesn't seem to mind yet if he goes off how the other had reacted in Columbus. "As much as staying naked with you sounds lovely, we should get up and showered before Beth is dropped off."

Grumbling Blaine allowed Kurt to manoeuvre himself out from underneath him and drag him into a sitting position. "C'mon, we can conserve water and all that jazz."

The shower took longer than it probably should have due to Blaine dropping to knees half way through and quite literally blowing Kurt's mind so that by the time Puck was knocking on his front door Blaine was still only half dressed in a pair of Kurt's oldest jeans (that were still an inch too long) and Kurt himself had to abandon towel drying his hair to get it.

Puck smirked when he opened the door. Beth in his arms, leaning against his shoulder sleepily and a bright pink Dora The Explorer rucksack over one shoulder and her teddy and coat in his free hand. "I would so bro-fist you if my hands weren't full."

Rolling his eyes Kurt stepped aside to let them in, following his friend into the living room where he set Beth down on the sofa with her things next to her. Puck whipped around to face him once Kurt had turned the TV on and he'd made sure his daughter was occupied. "You had sex. You sly bastard; you used that free time to bone your boy!"

"Nice."

"Tell me it's not true."

Biting back a smirk Kurt parroted him, "It's not true," just as Blaine came bounding down the stairs, hair now gelled back into place and bright smile on his face. Beth tore her sleepy gaze away from the TV to look over the back of the couch, waving at him excitedly, mumbling something in gibberish at him until he sat down next to her.

"Okay, she's just woke up from a nap so she'll probably end up demanding to be fed in a few hours and depending on how tonight goes she's got overnight stuff in her bag if that's okay?" At this Puck broke out his still shit puppy dog eyes and turned them on Kurt.

"Fine. She can sleep over; not like she doesn't spend one night a week here anyway. Your starving puppy look needs more work though man." Beth seemed to realise they were talking about her and pulled herself up with the back of the couch to stand up against it. Blaine moved slightly to help hold her up, grinning up at Kurt when a pudgy shot down to hold onto the arm he'd wrapped around her tummy.

"Okay, go or you'll never leave and this whole thing will be for nothing. Beth, say bye-bye to daddy!"

"Dah-dah!"

Puck leant down to place a kiss to her nose. "Wish me luck Trouble." He fist bumped both boys on his way out, flipping Kurt off when he yelled "hope you don't screw it up!"

After closing the door behind his friend, laughing to himself over how clearly nervous Puck was (they'd already slept together multiple times and had a kid for fucks sake; how hard could it be?) he returned to the living room to see Beth sat on Blaine's lap while they had a seemingly very important chat about Dora with Blaine mainly saying "Really?" and Beth nodding as sagely as an nineteen month old could. Smothering his laugh Kurt moved Beth's things to the floor, flopped down beside them and allowed himself to be pulled into the debate.

When his parents returned home later that evening they'd spread out over the living room floor with papers and crayons surrounding them, Blaine laying on his stomach and Beth sitting in between Kurt's legs as Beth and Blaine coloured. Kurt shook his head at his step-mother as if to say ‘I've ended up with two children tonight'.

"I haven't done anything for dinner yet but Beth'll be hungry soon."

"That's fine sweetie, your father and I were thinking of ordering pizza, we can always put on some extra veggies for Beth." Carole smiled down at them as Burt walked into sit on the sofa and reached for the TV remote.

"Am I allowed to watch the game or is one of her kid's shows going to be on?" Burt gestured with the TV remote, a hopeful look on his face but Kurt knew his dad had yet to ever say no to something Beth liked to watch; he even sat watching them with her for hours end.

"Nah you're good; we'll clear out of the way and go upstairs or something. Can you order me a half plain cheese and half Cajun chicken and peppers?"

"Sure; Blaine what about you?"

Blaine looked up wide-eyed from where he was packing away Beth's crayons into her toy chest. Kurt was pretty sure his boyfriend still wasn't used to how his parents treated him; never minding if he was there for dinner and now letting him sleep over as long they didn't hear anything. Though even Kurt had been shocked at that development last week when his dad had mentioned it to him after his birthday lunch.

"How was Blaine's?"

"I - uh, what?"

"Blaine's, I wasn't born yesterday kid. I know you spent the night with him. Have fun?"

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say that Dad."

"Look kiddo, you're an adult now. You and Blaine are gonna want to spend time together and as long as you don't do anything me and Carole can find out about I don't mind. I mean if this was last year or something it'd be different but you're leaving this summer and Blaine already seems to spend half his time here."

"Umm, pepperoni please, sir."

Burt rolled his eyes along with Kurt, clearly a habit he'd inherited from his dad. "Told ya before Blaine, it's Burt, the boy's friends all call me Burt - makes sense Kurt's boyfriend does the same." Waving them away he turned on the TV and reached for the phone to order. A shout of "Carole, what pizza do you want?" and one of "For goodness sake Burt, you don't need to shout I'm right here!" followed them up the stairs as Kurt carried the chest and Blaine cautiously held Beth.

When they made it to his bedroom Kurt held the door open, laughing quietly as Blaine hurriedly placed the baby onto his bed. "You do know you wouldn't have dropped her right? And even you did both Puck and Brittany have, so I wouldn't worry too much about it. Just don't mention it to Quinn."

"It wasn't that I thought I would drop her; I've never held a baby before, let alone your best friend's baby."

"Aww, Beth you made Blaine panic!" Giggling Kurt threw himself onto the bed face down making the baby squeal as she bounced slightly, reached down to grab the TV remote from the floor to channel flick until he landed on Mulan causing Beth to slap his hand repeatedly until he turned it back for her to watch. Propping himself up on his forearms he smirked over at where Blaine was leaning against his shut bedroom door.

"I wasn't panicking!"

"You so were, baby."

Blaine moved to sit beside him, smiling brightly when Beth wiggled backwards to lean against his legs, before he shoved Kurt sharply causing him to slip from his elbows. "Well that was just uncalled for; violence is never the answer Blaine."