It had been astoundingly easy to get Burt to agree with their plan for the weekend. He just shrugged when Kurt asked him, shoving another spoonful of milk-soaked cereal into his mouth and smiling at them.

"I didn't really expect anything else, kiddo."

And Blaine just blushed because he remembered how Burt had told him only last night that he shouldn't make sleeping over a habit but he didn't seem to mind him doing so twice in a row in the least. He really hoped that was a sign that Burt liked him because Blaine just wanted for Burt to like him so desperately. Because if his life should for once go the way he had it planned out in his head, in his dreams, then he sure would see a lot more of Burt Hummel. And having your future father-in-law hate you never was a good omen.

Kurt just grinned at his father gratefully, grabbing Blaine's hands under the table and blushing just as madly as he looked over at him. They smiled at each other before disentangling their hands so they could eat their breakfast, Burt watching them with a fond smile on his face all the while. Blaine had never started a Saturday morning feeling so warm and welcomed and giddy and he couldn't wait for what the rest of this weekend would bring, even if he had to walk around with an Afro.

It wasn't until after they'd finished breakfast and Kurt and Blaine had once again taken care of the dishes and headed to Kurt's room when they were done that Blaine remembered that he didn't exactly have any clothes or toiletries with him. And he sure as hell wouldn't spend a whole weekend in his Dalton uniform, walking around unwashed. He had way too many plans involving Kurt and cuddling for that.

Thankfully, Kurt's almost obsessive need to keep everything in order and make the most ridiculous, most detailed plans Blaine had ever seen kept him from making a fool of himself.

"So, Blaine," he announced as he reappeared from the depths of his closet, carrying an arm full of clothes with him. "Wasting anything is a crime against fashion, at least when it comes to my wardrobe, and since I couldn't stand never seeing you in anything but your uniform and sweatpants and an old t-shirt, here we go." Carefully, he spread the clothes he'd brought with him out on the bed. "I hope you can forgive me that I sneaked a look at the insides of your wardrobe, it's a bad habit of mine. But although I'm sure you look adorable in a polo and a bowtie, I must say that these little gems did come to the front of my mind when I thought about dressing you appropriately first. So I shortened them a bit, let them out a little in other places, whenever I had some time to spare on the weekends. What do you say?" He threw Blaine an expectant look.

For a moment, Blaine just stared at the sight in front of him, mouth agape and eyes wide. The jeans looked divine and the shirt perfectly tailored. Blaine could tell by the lack in length of the jeans' legs and the - for men's wear at least - unusual chest-waist-ratio that the pieces had in fact been altered, though he couldn't find a single stitch out of place that would have indicated so.

"You know my measurements?" Blaine breathed, still gaping at Kurt incredulously.

"Of course I do," Kurt huffed, rolling his eyes, his lips twitching up in a smile. "You're speaking to the boy whose dorm room is covered in Vogue magazines. I don't befriend people without borrowing their clothes for a while and measuring them out before giving them back."
"So you also have Jeff and Nick's measurements?" Kurt just gave him a look that clearly said ‘seriously?'. "And here I thought I was special."

"Oh, believe me, you are," Kurt laughed, winking at him. "Also, I surely never altered any of my old clothes for Nick or Jeff. Though it admittedly is a lot easier to shorten something than to try and let something down." Now it was Blaine's turn to roll his eyes.

"If you're done with the short jokes, can I go have a shower and try them on now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, arms crossed and bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout.

"Aww, of course you can," Kurt giggled, carefully handing Blaine the clothes and pressing a short kiss to his pushed out bottom lip. Blaine inhaled sharply, the noise echoing through the room and making both of them aware of how intimate their current position was - how intimate the whole weekend had been, so far. They had exchanged quite a lot of kisses by now. Sure, they'd all been pecks or very gentle, short brushes and quite a few people their age probably wouldn't even have counted them as outright kisses. But both to Kurt and Blaine they meant a lot and the ease with which they had started trading them back and forth in a matter of hours should have been frightening, but it wasn't. Blaine craved them, his soul longing for the day when such moments wouldn't even be a matter anymore, when they could just share them in passing without anyone, including themselves, so much as batting an eye.

But they weren't quite there yet, years and years away from the peaceful vision of their married selves in their own beautiful home Blaine had built up in his head ever since the first time he'd laid eyes on Kurt Hummel. Hell, they hadn't even crossed the border into dating territory just yet and Blaine should really learn how to get a grip on his overeager imagination before he started researching retirement homes that would allow them to share a room.

"Blaine," Kurt chuckled breathily, pushing a stray curl away from his forehead. "I can practically hear you thinking. It's okay."

"Really?" Blaine asked, eyes wide and trying really hard not to just lean forward and close the last few inches between them to press his lips to Kurt's in another kiss. Maybe this time one with less fleeting touches and more lips actually pressing against each other, moving with each other. God, he wanted to feel Kurt's mouth moving under his lips, against his, with his mouth so very badly. He actually had to close his eyes to keep them from wandering down and tempt him beyond resistance.

"Really," Kurt said quietly, his breath ghosting over Blaine's cheek, his face even closer. Blaine could feel the heat radiating from his skin against his own, the air moving with Kurt's twitching ear catching in the curls closest to it. He could feel Kurt's tail curling around the backs of his calves through the thin pajamas, flicking up and down and practically caressing his skin. "Because I can see it too. God, I want all of those things with you Blaine, you can't know how badly."

And there was this sparkle in Kurt's eyes again, the one that hooked Blaine's soul and drew it to Kurt's, pulling him so close and wrapping him up so tightly that he knew there was no way out. He felt like he was tied to Kurt in all ways possible and he didn't mind one bit, wouldn't want to back out if he could. Because right here, standing so close that everything but Kurt's shimmering, endless eyes became a blur, he could be content drowning in their depths and that sparkle forever. There was just no way he could hold it back any longer so he just let the clothes drop, screwing the consequences and the fact that Kurt would admonish him for wrinkles later, and pulled him into a searing kiss, his hands coming up to cup Kurt's cheeks.

It was even better than Blaine had imagined it to be. The pressure heavenly and Kurt's lips feeling even softer and more luxurious against his own now that they weren't just brushing together. Blaine's lips parted on instinct, moving against Kurt's, molding themselves to them, tasting and breathing against him and everything was Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. He hadn't even noticed that his left hand had left its original place, slowly wandering around to the back of Kurt's neck, until his fingertips brushed against soft hair, too caught up in the feeling of their mouths finally really joining. There was a ringing in his ears and he could practically feel his blood buzzing, Kurt's tail tightening around his calves before starting to twitch back and forth in a frantic rhythm.

And just when he thought this was too much, that he couldn't feel any more than he already did without his heart bursting in his chest, Kurt got over his moment of shock and started kissing back, his lips moving and molding against Blaine's and in a bold move he parted them as well, catching Blaine's bottom lip between them. Blaine's breath hitched in his throat, his heart stuttering the way it did when Kurt sent an especially radiant, breathtakingly beautiful smile his way. He sucked in a breath and it smelled like Kurt, tasted like Kurt and then Kurt sucked ever so hesitantly on the bottom lip he'd gently caught between his teeth and Blaine was a goner. He could feel the kitten teeth that had looked so adorable when Kurt had shown them to him the first time slightly sinking into the soft skin of his lip, swore he could feel the fleeting touch of the tip of a tongue just a tiny bit rougher than his against it and there was nothing adorable or innocent about the moan that fought its way out of his throat without his consent.

Blaine had never wished to be able to take something back so desperately as when he felt Kurt stiffen under his touch when it vibrated between them, echoing wantonly in the silence between them only interrupted by their heavy breathing.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice sounded small and insecure as he wound himself out of Blaine's hold, taking a step back. Blaine tried very desperately not to pay any attention to the way a bit of his own saliva was still clinging to Kurt's top lip, glistening invitingly in the light coming through the window.

"I-" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to think innocent thoughts. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I was overstepping and I should probably just go and take a very cold shower..."

"Blaine." The warm tone in Kurt's voice made him open his eyes again and Kurt was smiling at him and he wasn't running away screaming and really he'd stepped closer again and Blaine couldn't breathe with the way hope expanded in his chest. Maybe he hadn't ruined anything just yet.

"Blaine, it's okay," Kurt whispered, catching his gaze, his smile turning reassuring and soft and Blaine just wanted to kiss him again, maybe a bit more innocently this time. "We made a deal, remember? No pretenses this weekend." A blush started creeping up his cheeks and he averted his eyes, tail still flicking behind him and ears pressing flat to his head in embarrassment. "And well, maybe I really liked it a lot and I really meant what I said earlier and-"

"Kurt." Blaine stopped him by curling his fingers around his wrist, a gentle smile on his face, patiently waiting until Kurt looked back at him. "You don't have to be embarrassed. After all, you weren't the one who just moaned wantonly into an otherwise rather innocent first kiss and ruined it."

"You didn't ruin it," Kurt whispered, stepping closer until there was hardly any space left between them. "Nothing could ever ruin kissing you." And just like that their lips were back on each other, fusing into one, moving seamlessly and oh so perfectly and Blaine wanted to melt or cry or sing but instead he just cupped Kurt's cheeks again and gently pulled him closer, deeper into the kiss. And this time they just kept going, their lips sliding and molding together, hands clinging desperately. A low sound started filling the room and it took Blaine an embarrassingly long while to recognize it, but finally it registered as Kurt's purr. It just got louder when Blaine caught Kurt's top lip between his own, feeling the vibrations against his mouth and reveling in it. When it became audible enough for Kurt to finally notice in his kissing-induced trance he tried to pull away, his cheek heating up under Blaine's palm. But Blaine wouldn't let him go so easily, letting his other hand fall to Kurt's lower back and gently pulling him closer again, whining against his mouth until Kurt relaxed and let himself melt into Blaine's arms.

They continued like that until their lips felt raw and sore, Kurt purring against Blaine's chest until they were both vibrating with it, his tail at one point curling back around Blaine's legs and pulling them even closer, entwining them even more. Neither of them even thought of stopping until they heard someone clearing their throat from the doorway. With a squeal, Kurt disentangled himself from Blaine and stumbled a few steps back while Blaine just froze in place, slowly letting his eyes wander across the room.

"I'm just checking in on you. I was wondering what took you so long," Burt chuckled, an eyebrow raised as he leaned against the wood.

Kurt just blushed bright scarlet, averting his eyes. And that was when his gaze fell on the clothes Blaine had dropped to the floor so carelessly.

"Blaine Devon Anderson," he growled, all embarrassment forgotten, ears flat to his head and pointed teeth showing a bit. Blaine could honestly say that he'd rarely felt as scared of Kurt. Including that time he'd almost spilled his medium drip on one of Kurt's new shirts. "You did not just drop those clothes to the floor. You probably even stood on them."

"I didn't," Blaine murmured sheepishly, his voice getting smaller and quieter as he backed away towards Kurt's bathroom, planning on potentially having to hide in there until Kurt would have picked the clothes back up and ironed them while thinking of an appropriate punishment for dropping something lovingly altered by Kurt Hummel on the floor like it was nothing. Kurt liked to invent revenge plans while ironing, that much Blaine had learned already. He was pretty sure it was to give him something to do whilst thinking, at the same time leaving his victim in suspense.

The death glare he was getting in response would have made a greater man wince.

"Well, you'll just have to wear them with wrinkles, then," Kurt huffed, tilting his head back and shooting Blaine a disapproving glare. Meanwhile Burt had problems holding in his laughter on the sidelines.

"Of course!" Blaine hurried to say, quick to kneel down on the floor and pick the clothes back up gently, carefully draping them over his arm before standing up again and heading to the bathroom down the hall with his head bowed, blushing when he had to pass Burt on his way. That would be an interesting weekend for sure.