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Blaine and Kurt lay in bed together for a moment, clinging onto every moment together, naked in Blaine’s bed. Kurt’s fingers found themselves intertwined in Blaine’s luxurious curls, as Blaine’s arms lay wrapped around Kurt’s torso, feeling him breathe beneath him.

“Blaine? You up there?” the boys heard coming from downstairs.

“Shit!” Blaine exclaimed, practically throwing himself off Kurt. “It’s my mom.”

“Ow! Blaine, don’t be so rough getting up next time. You were still inside, you know,” Kurt said, a faint chuckle piercing through his command.

“Oh, babe, I’m sorry. She – just – scared me,” he said, yanking the condom off his flaccid penis and throwing it into the trash. “Uh, yeah mom. I’ll be down in a minute,” he yelled as he cracked the door to ensure she could hear him, afraid that she might try to walk into his room while they were in a compromising position.

“Hey, you jump in the shower. I’ll – uh – pick up a bit,” Blaine suggested, slightly embarrassed at the sight of the condom wrapper and lube haphazardly thrown on the floor during their moment of passion and the thought that his mom would barge in his door at any minute.

“Sounds good. I’ll be quick. But, oh, my bag is downstairs. Can you grab it for me?” Kurt asked.

“Of course.”

Kurt laid in bed, throwing the covers over his nakedness, and watched as Blaine threw on his boxer briefs and a pair of sweatpants that were delicately folded on his dresser. Blaine bent over next to Kurt to pick up the lube bottle when he noticed Kurt looking at him.

“Uh, can I help you Mr. Hummel?” Blaine joked.

“I can’t help it that I just want to stare at you all the time!” he replied, feigning shock that such an appalling question would come from Blaine’s lips.

Blaine rolled his eyes. “You’re so creepy sometimes.”

Kurt laughed as he slowly rose to his feet, pulling the covers along with him to cover himself up as he made his way to the shower in Blaine’s room. Even though they’d been together for awhile, he still felt weird knowing Blaine could see him walking around naked without sex on the agenda.

“You don’t have to keep that wrapped around you, you know,” Blaine stated, as if he could read the thoughts passing through Kurt’s mind as he walked by.

“If you say so,” Kurt replied as he dropped the sheets off his body before entering the bathroom and clicking the door shut.

Kurt looked at himself in the mirror. Well, this simply will not do, he said to himself as he attempted to smooth his ruffled hair and inspected his slightly hickeys that Blaine had so lovingly bestowed upon him. He turned the water on and hopped in. Thank god Blaine is gay – I can’t imagine ever having this many products to choose from if this was Finn’s shower, he laughed to himself as he lathered the shampoo into his hair.

After his hair care routine was complete, he sashayed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Checking his skin one final time in the steamed mirror, he pushed the door open and found his bag sitting on the edge of Blaine’s bed. As he unzipped it, he heard Blaine call up to him from downstairs, “Kurt, come down whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay!” Kurt yelled back as he removed his clothes from the bag. After choosing his comfy clothes and dressing himself – in a loose-fitting pair of jeans with a black v-neck – he combed through his hair with his fingers and walked downstairs.

Upon descending the staircase he saw Blaine sitting at the kitchen bar, finally wearing a t-shirt and gnawing on an apple while talking light-heartedly with his mom. Kurt stood just outside the threshold looking at Blaine and his mom in awe of their relationship, their casual chats, and the way he smiled with his eyes when he laughed with her. It made him miss his mom.

“Oh, there you are,” Blaine said, reaching out for Kurt from his seat.

Kurt peeked in and saw Mrs. Anderson smiling as she was making dinner. When Blaine motioned for Kurt, she turned to him and smiled, “Hi Kurt. It’s so nice to have you joining us this weekend. Are you sure your parents won’t mind that you’re staying with us instead of them?” she asked, her genuine smile still shining on her face.

“Oh, no. Dad’s seen me enough for the past 18 years,” Kurt replied. “Besides, I’m here to spend time with Blaine. I’ll probably swing by at some point, but they know I’m not spending the night with them.”

She looked back at Blaine, who was grinning with his arm wrapped around Kurt’s waist. “I know Blaine is glad to have you here. He’s really missed you. In fact he wouldn’t stop-“

“Mom!” Blaine cried.

Kurt blushed, “oh please, Blaine. The gig is up.”

“Oh sweetie, it’s cute. Besides, I don’t think Kurt minds the attention.”

“It’s true; I don’t,” Kurt said matter-of-factly.

Blaine let go of Kurt’s waist and turned his attention back to his mom and their previous conversation. Kurt pulled up a seat next to Blaine and watched Mrs. Anderson. She was on the shorter side for a woman with curly, dark brown hair and pristine green eyes. Despite the fact that she was in her mid-fifties, she could easily pass for her late thirties thanks to flawless skin and excellent Eurasian genetics. Her style was a lot like Blaine’s, classic with a twist. He wouldn’t be surprised if he peeked in her closet and most of her labels said Ralph Lauren or Brooks Brothers with some Kate Spade mixed in.

“Kurt? Earth to Kurt?” Blaine said, poking Kurt in the ribs.

“Oh, uh, sorry. What did I miss?”

“What do you have planned with Blaine this weekend?” she asked as she stirred the marinara sauce on the stovetop.

He looked at Blaine who replied with a cheesy smile rather than any answers. “Well, we hadn’t really talked about it. But I suppose we’ll just do what we used to do until I have to leave Monday afternoon,” Kurt said, twiddling his thumbs nervously. Oh god, I didn’t have any dates planned or anything specific in mind when I came here. So much for romance, he thought to himself.

Blaine could probably sense the uneasiness in his response, so he replied. “We’ll probably go to a movie, eat at Breadstix of course, possibly spend some time with any of the New Directions folks who are in town. Really, I just want to spend all my time with him,” he finished and grabbed Kurt’s hands as they lay in his lap.

“You two are too adorable,” Mrs. Anderson said, turning away for a moment to check on the pasta that was cooking on the other stovetop behind her. With Mrs. Anderson turned away, Blaine snuck in a chaste kiss.

“I saw that, Blaine,” she said, chuckling as she turned around to see Blaine’s lips still on Kurt’s.

“Geez, mom. Way to cramp my style,” he laughed as he pulled away from Kurt’s face.

“Well, please don’t let me get in your way. It’ll just be us tonight; your father is working at a game so he won’t be back until later. Why don’t you boys go watch a movie or something upstairs and I’ll call you down when dinner is ready. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. Thanks mom,” Blaine chirped, taking Kurt’s hand into his own and leading them back upstairs.