Neither of the boys were awake yet when Burt Hummel was getting ready to go to work. He needed to get to the shop early today since one of his clients needed their car ready for a long trip. He went to Kurt’s room to ask him if he wanted to help out.

When he walked downstairs, he was surprised with what he saw. There was Kurt underneath the covers, sleeping calmly, yet there was another boy with him. What the hell?

He did a double take, and then went a bit farther down the stairs to get a better look. The boy was over the covers and they were thankfully both fully clothed. He couldn’t tell who the boy was though, since he was facing downwards and his hood was up. He would find out later for sure. He made a mental note to figure that out later on when Kurt woke up; for now though, he had to get to the shop.

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Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Shit,” Blaine mumbled. He could hear a light ring in the background and could feel his pocket vibrating. He tried to look down at his screen, but his vision was a little blurry from just waking up. He didn’t want to ignore whoever was calling though, so he picked it up.

“Hello.”

“Blaine, where are you?” His mother’s voice screeched over the phone.

“Oh hi, mom. I’m at a friend’s house; I slept over for the night.”

“You knew you were supposed to be coming with us to Indiana for the next three days! Your father has a business trip to go on and you said you would come to help with the driving!”

The loud voice in the phone wasn’t exactly a nice wake up call. His mother didn't ask whohe was with or where or if he was even safe at all, but that usually wasn't her thought process when Blaine ran off; he did it all the time during the summer. “Oh shit, sorry mom I’ll be home in a bit.”

“Don’t use that language with your mother, and yes be home as soon as possible.”

“Chill mom, I’m sorry. I have everything packed anyways, so we can leave as soon as I get there.” He didn’t actually have everything packed; he just knew that his mom was a little bit OCD with turning everything off and making sure everything’s put away when leaving the house uninhabited for over a day, so he would have time to shove a few clothing items into a bag before leaving. He actually completely forgot about this trip; he agreed to do this a few weeks ago.

“Alright honey I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too mom.” Blaine said before letting out a sigh and hanging up. As soon as he put his phone back in his pocket he realized where he was. Beside him, Kurt was sleeping soundly, not waking up from the ringing or from Blaine talking. Kurt had told him that he was a light sleeper, but apparently he wasn’t as light as he thought.

Blaine, without moving the bed too much, moved himself onto the floor and tip toed quietly over to Kurt’s desk. He found a piece of paper in the top drawer along with a pen, and began to write a note for Kurt. Once he was done, he placed the note on the bedside table and put the pen on top of it to stop it from falling. Before he left, he looked back over at Kurt sleeping. His head was nestled into his arm, and his shirtless back was pale and flawless. He looked incredibly peaceful just lying there. Blaine slowly went over to the other side of the bed closer to him and planted a kiss on his cheek before walking away, seeing Kurt smile slightly then turn over, still asleep. He wanted to stay; he truly did. Unlike any of the other boys he’s done things with where he would hook up then leave in the morning, he wanted to wake up next to Kurt and have Kurt kiss him as he opens his eyes. Maybe they could have even laid in bed, talking for a while. Unfortunately, real life kicked in, and once again his parents brought him away from happiness. He looked back one more time at Kurt’s sleeping figure before heading upstairs and quietly letting himself outside.

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Kurt woke up slowly, wanting to turn over and see Blaine, smiling. Surprisingly, when he turned his head around and stretched out his arm, Blaine wasn’t there lying next to him. Kurt frowned, a little bit disappointed. He had learned last night that Blaine liked to sleep around, but he said it was different with Kurt.

He huffed as he sat up in his bed, frowning once again as he smelt his clothes. They smelt like booze. All of a sudden, the blood rushed out of his head, and it left him with a pounding headache. How much did he drink last night? Realizing that he didn’t have his shirt on either, he wondered what he did with Blaine, considering they were in bed together. Kurt wasn’t quite sure how far his sober self is willing to go with Blaine, but he’s sure his drunk self doesn’t even care.

He trudged to the bathroom, starting the shower and letting the warm water run over his body. He needed to get rid of the smell before going anywhere today. He let himself relax then, and started thinking about Blaine; how nice and gentle he was, how he wasn’t pushing Kurt into anything… how hot he was. He didn’t exactly want to think of how much of a player Blaine could be right now; he wanted to have happy thoughts for the rest of the day. He was going to start then.

And he did. He thought to himself about how hot and wild Blaine’s hair is, how soft his lips feel, how amazing he looks with a little bit of facial hair. And his chest; the outlines of his abs, the light amount of chest hair he has, and that perfect treasure trail leading down to his waist.

Little did he realize, but while he was lost in his train of thought his hand travelled down his stomach and towards his cock. It was fully hard now, partially because of the time of day and partially because of reminiscing about the feeling of Blaine’s hips rubbing against Kurt’s. All of a sudden Kurt began to remember the end of the night; him and Blaine stripping down to just their underwear, Blaine’s huge erection and the sounds he would make when he grinded against Kurt.

Kurt, knowing he was alone in the house, slowly and hesitantly wrapped his hand around his erection. He’s never done anything like this before, but damn did it feel good. He started pumping slowly, closing his eyes and imagining Blaine’s hand around him instead. He suddenly enjoyed this feeling and rubbed his thumb along the slit, spreading the precome around it and continuing to stroke his incredibly hard dick.

As time went by, he began to pump faster, and he backed himself up against the shower wall, leaning his head backwards and letting out a tiny moan. His breaths were more jagged now, as were his movements, when he became closer and closer to coming. He was still imagining Blaine in front of him, remembering the sound of him muttering Kurt’s name and panting like Kurt was. He got closer and closer, bringing his hand up and down his cock and finally he came, letting out an “Oh my god,” and then slowly coming down from the high. 

He opened his eyes, still breathing heavily, and slid himself down to a sitting position on the floor of the shower. The water was still pouring, washing the come off of Kurt and the bottom, and Kurt let himself calm down before standing up and washing himself and his hair off gently.

He finally finished showering and wrapped a towel around his waist, going out into his room again to put his clothes on. He hadn’t chosen his outfit of the day, and was about to when he touched his fingers to his lips subconsciously, realizing that they were very chapped; he kissed Blaine a lot last night. He went over to his bedside table to get chapstick when he saw a note on the top:

Kurt,

Hey, I’m sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye,

but there were some last minute family things that I 

needed to deal with. I’ll be out of town for a few days

so text me whenever you get this message. 

Blaine ♥ 

Kurt squealed on the inside, giddy at the fact that Blaine put a heart after his name. He got dressed quickly (while still following his own dress code) then walked back over to the note, folding it and put it in the back pocket of his incredibly tight jeans.

Speaking of jeans, Kurt needed to head over to the mall today; there’s a sale on this pair of pants he’s been eyeing for the past week and he’ll die if someone buys them before him. He quickly moisturized his face – while still following the daily regimen – then got his credit card and put it in his pocket with the note. He then locked the house up and headed for his vehicle. He realized that, in his drunken stupor, Blaine had driven him home. He wondered how Blaine could have gotten home; hopefully he took the bus.

Before Kurt went to the mall, however, he decided to go to the Lima Bean. If he couldn’t have Blaine, at least he could have his grande non-fat mocha. He quickly went into the Lima Bean, got his coffee, also grabbing a healthy sandwich and a coffee for his dad; he decided that he would stop by the tire shop before going to the mall.

He drove quickly, listening to one of his new favorite songs; “Drive By” by Train. He drove up to the parking lot of Hummel’s Tire and Lube, waiting for the song to end before getting out of the car with his dad’s food. Creeping silently into the shop, he noticed his dad doing some finishing touches on a car, and waited patiently as his dad finished and let the owner pay then drive away. His dad was cleaning his hands off with a towel as he walked back to Kurt. “Hey kid, what’s up?”

“Nothing, just brought you lunch,” he said, handing over the coffee and sandwich. His father gave him a suspicious look. He had no idea what it was about, though. “I thought I would come pay you a visit before I went to the mall. I’m sorry I missed you last night.

“Yeah, you were out pretty late,” Burt agreed as Kurt walked over to a work bench to place his father’s food there. As he was approaching the table, Burt continued; “I did, however, see you this morning.” Kurt stopped dead in his tracks. 

Oh shit…

He turned himself around slowly, dreading the conversation he was about to have with his dad. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” his father huffed. Burt always liked to cut straight to the chase. “I don’t appreciate you allowing random boys to sleep in your bed. It’s not a very nice surprise in the morning.”

“Did you see who it was?” Kurt hoped he hadn’t; he doesn’t want to bring Blaine over that Friday for his dad to kick him the boy out again.

“No,” Kurt sighed in relief as his dad replied. “His face was completely engulfed in your pillow and his head was covered by his hood. At least he was clothed.”

“Yeah,” Kurt quipped. “He was sleeping over the covers too…”

“Who was this boy?”

“Thomas,” Kurt lied. He hated lying to his dad, but if he said it was Blaine he’d probably automatically get in huge trouble and never be allowed to have him over. For some reason, that’s the first name that came to mind. He must have talked to someone with the name Thomas last night. Unfortunately, he had to think of a worse situation occurring at that moment. “It’s not even that big of a deal, dad. He’s straight.” Thankfully, Kurt was a convincing liar.

“Straight or not, there are no boys allowed to sleep in your bed with you. I will not allow you to be inappropriate in my house.”

“So, I can’t let a guy sleep over but Finn can?” 

“Kurt, you know that’s different. I wouldn’t let Finn have a girl sleep over either.”

“Well he’s not in my bed anymore so there’s nothing I can do now.” Kurt was a little bit angry at his father; why would he care if a straight boy slept over? Would he care if Finn brought a lesbian over? Of course, Finn wasn’t technically his child. He wouldn’t usually fight back, but he was feeling a slight bit of rebellion seeping through him. Not that that’s a bad thing; he needed to be able to stand up for himself.

“You can apologize for being appropriate. I will not allow this behavior in my house.”

“Fine. I’m sorry for giving a friend hospitality.”

“Great. You can also be grounded for a week.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes. It’s only fair, Kurt.”

Kurt was standing there with his mouth wide open. He snapped it shut and pointed his nose high in the air, replying with: “Fine. Well, I hope you enjoy your lunch.”

“I will.”

Kurt stood, once again, with his mouth agape. He turned around on his heel and said a quick ‘bye’ before walking out of the shop, texting Blaine before driving off to the mall.