Right as they were about to leave their house, Blaine received a text:

                So my dad peeked in to see me this morning and it ended with an unpleasant surprise.

                Blaine grimaced. He was guessing that Kurt’s father didn’t exactly approve of him staying the night unannounced.

                Sorry about that :/

                It’s not your fault at all haha. I think I got a little bit too drunk  ;)

                Just a little?? Thank goodness I was there to save your drunken ass!

                Thanks for that <3 I wish you could save me from being grounded.

                Despite not ever wanting to say it out loud for fear of sounding like a wuss, his heart skipped a beat as he read the first part of the text. He could picture Kurt looking at that last text Blaine sent and chuckling quietly, his mouth curved into a half smile. He realized that he began to memorize Kurt’s personality a little bit; he knew how he would react and how he felt about certain topics. He could also picture those reactions in his mind. He loved how Kurt would blush at his more suggestive comments, or the way his eyes would light up whenever he breached a topic he was excited about. He felt bad about the second part, however. He sat himself in the backseat of the car (his dad was driving for the first part of the ride, and he’d take the responsibility later on), and continued texting Kurt;

                Well, shit… for how long?

                A week. Which means I’m not allowed to have company/go anywhere until next Sunday :(

                Blaine wasn’t sure if he was sad or relieved; he wasn’t very good with his own parent’s, how good could he be with his boyfriend’s?  He was always known as a trouble maker, and at first glance it is what he’d seem to be. Of course, he could dress up nicely for the dinner, but then Kurt would be confused, and he would be back to their house hopefully more often anyways. Plus, how can he not wear the jacket when Kurt likes it so much?

                An even worse thought went through his mind; what if last night was their first impression of me? He didn’t even think about that. He wondered what Kurt’s dad would think of him if the first time he saw him was in Kurt’s bed. He remembers waking up at one point and it being too bright for his eyes, forcing him to face the pillow and put his hood up. He was hoping that he was seen then rather than before his identity was hidden.

                Does your dad know it was me in your bed??

                Kurt hadn’t answered in a while, and Blaine was still tired from last night, so he decided to take a nap in the back seat. He had to drive in about an hour, so at least this quick sleep will help him stay awake for his time driving. He fell asleep to the soft humming of the engine, and when he was fully passed out he began to have a surprisingly realistic feeling dream…

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                Blaine had picked Kurt up on his motorcycle a little while back. He had just finished school and needed help on a French project he was given last period; Kurt was very fluent in French. They were now seated on Blaine’s bed while Kurt corrected his grammar on the essay, and Blaine stared at Kurt in admiration as he continued on. “Tu sais que c’est je suis fini et pas j’ai fini, car tu n’es pas mort. Si tu étiez mort, je serais tellement désolu!”

                Blaine couldn’t believe how smart and good at French that Kurt was; “your French accent sounds so sexy…”

                Kurt just giggled and said “Merci”. Blaine kept staring at Kurt’s soft, pink lips as he continued to speak. “You’re not too bad at French yourself.”

                “Well, I’m bad at the language, but better at some other French aspects,” Blaine responded, leaning towards Kurt as he leapt at him, planting his lips firmly on Blaine’s. The French assignment was completely forgotten, the assignment sheets falling silently onto Blaine’s floor. He sucked on Kurt’s lower lip and Kurt later slipped his tongue into Blaine’s mouth. They fought for dominance; Kurt pushed Blaine down into a horizontal position, never detaching their lips, while Blaine’s tongue traced over Kurt’s teeth and onto the roof of his mouth.

                Their clothes were ripped off feverishly, each one of them taking off each other’s or their own clothing items one by one. Soon enough, they were both down in their underwear again, Blaine’s chest warm underneath Kurt’s.  Kurt broke the kiss apart, placing tongue and teeth filled kisses along his jaw line and up his neck, sucking on his earlobe. Blaine thought it was the most amazing feeling ever. He returned the favor, licking a trail up Kurt’s neck and kissing back down to his jawline, putting a hickey there (Kurt hates hickeys, but oh well). Blaine moaned against Kurt’s skin, and was repaid with Kurt running his hands down Blaine’s abs and linking his arms around his waist. Blaine rolled himself slightly over to the side of Kurt and trailed one finger down his stomach, reaching his hips and massaging Kurt’s right hipbone with his thumb, placing it just underneath his boxer-briefs. Kurt wasn’t stopping him, so Blaine reached into Kurt’s underwear and was about to wrap his hand around Kurt’s presumably large cock when he heard a sound.

                “Shit!” he yelped, practically jumping off of Kurt and turning around to see his dad’s face. The features were a bit distorted – it was, thankfully, only a dream – and he suddenly woke up then.

                He opened his eyes and groaned, feeling a vibration in his pocket from his phone. He checked it, showing that it was a text from Kurt:

                No, he didn’t see your face at all. Thank god!!! You’re still safe to come over for dinner :)

                Blaine sighed in relief. At least now he could be seen as a good influence on Kurt… kind of.

                “Blaine, you alright back there?” his father asked, looking at him through his rear view mirror. “You sounded like you were having a nightmare.”

                Most of it was good. Only at the end, “Yeah, I was."