"Kurt! Come in here!" Burt yelled out from the kitchen.

Kurt lifted his head from Blaine's chest and they looked at one another curiously. "Coming!" he yelled back. "Be right back," he said to Blaine. He stood up and Blaine held Kurt's hand, letting it go slowly as Kurt walked away from him.

Kurt became very suspicious when he entered the kitchen and saw both his dad and Carol sitting at the island. "Yeah?" he asked slowly.

"Have a seat. We need to talk to you," Burt said sternly.

Kurt quickly began playing the days events in his head, trying to see if he did something wrong. They wouldn't have known about Blaine and him in the garden because they couldn't see them and Blaine was being somewhat quiet in his moans, his dad was uncomfortable with seeing Blaine and him kissing, but it wasn't NOT allowed, and he'd been well behaved enough to be suspicious of getting a stern talking to. He took a seat on a stool across the island from his parents and looked at them questioningly.

There was silence for a minute and Kurt realized that Carol was only sitting there as support for her husband. His suspicions went away and turned into nervousness.

Burt scratched his head and rubbed his neck before speaking. He was obviously trying to choose his words carefully. "Carol and I were talking." He paused. "There's a game on TV and you know I hate watching sports in bed."

"Okay," Kurt said slowly, hoping to figure out what Burt was getting at.

Burt sighed uncomfortably, adjusting how he sat on his stool. He decided to go with another approach. "You and Blaine… and Rachel and Finn… You're seventeen, almost adults…" He paused again.

Carol looked at her husband and stifled a laugh. "We're letting you and Finn have people in your rooms," she got out quickly.

Kurt sat up straight and raised his eyebrows, stunned. "What?" He asked to make sure he heard right.

"You and Blaine can be alone in your room."

"Really?" The corners of his lips were tickling at a smile, but he was trying to hold back how happy this news made him incase they'd renege on the idea.

"Yes," Burt said. "But if that door is closed and music is blaring from your room to block out sound, I'm walking in without knocking," Burt quickly added. "I don't wanna see you, him, Finn, or Rachel naked, so please be weary that is my house too."

"We act a certain way around the house," Carol began, "for you and Finn's consideration and we expect the same of the two of you."

"So, he's allowed in my room and the door can be closed."

"Yes," answered Carol.

"What made you two change your minds?"

"I told you," Burt stated. "I hate watching sports in bed. Whenever Rachel or Blaine comes over, there's no where else for you guys to go except the living room. You hate sports so, your musicals or romantic comedy movies take over the screen. Do you know how many times I've seen The Sound of Music?"

Kurt laughed. "When does this go into effect?"

Burt chortled. "Uh-now. I want to watch the game so get out."

Kurt laughed again and walked out of the kitchen saying a happy "Thank you" on his way out.

Kurt bounce back into the living room and giddily grabbed Blaine's hand. "Let's go," he mused as he pulled Blaine up off the couch.

Blaine smiled at how happy Kurt was and followed him with no effort. "Where are we going?" he asked when they entered the hallway.

"Upstairs," he said trying to contain his want to do a happy dance and squeal.

"Really?"

"Yep, don't question it. You might jinx it. Just go with it. Let's go."

Kurt pulled Blaine upstairs and into his bedroom, hopping as he shut the door in excitement. It was 8:30 in the evening and Blaine had to be gone by 9:00 to make his dorm curfew. Wes had been nice enough to lend Blaine his BMW again.

Kurt spent the last half hour with Blaine purposely denying Blaine's advances just to torture him and also because it made him laugh. He'd swat Blaine's hand away when he tried to undo Kurt's pants, he backed away when Blaine kissed his too fervently, he'd press his body to Blaine's then move across the room, he'd look at Blaine flirtatiously, in the way that drove Blaine crazy with lust, and then turn his head away and giggle. By 9:00 Blaine was aching and he grabbed him by the waist and pulled Kurt to him. Kurt struggled to get out of Blaine's arms, but they had a vice grip around him and no amount of wiggling could get him free.

He stared at Blaine pouting because he had been beat and watched Blaine's smile creep across his face. "Kiss me."

"No," Kurt said like a child and tucked his lips inward.

"Come on," he prodded sweetly. "Kiss me."

"Mm-mm."

Blaine put his lips to Kurt's tucked in ones and stuck his tongue out, hoping it would get Kurt to open his mouth. To no avail, Kurt didn't budge from his little game. "Fine," he said, pretending he was giving up. Kurt untucked his lips and smiled. "I love you," Blaine admitted.

"I-" Blaine cut Kurt off the second his mouth opened and lunged at his face. He was so hungry to kiss his boyfriend that he immediately tried to slide his tongue into Kurt's mouth to massage his.

"Ow!" Blaine pulled back in pain.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry," Kurt exclaimed trying not to laugh.

"You bit me!"

Kurt's laughter won out and he stepped toward Blaine, putting his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "I didn't mean to. You stuck your tongue out in the middle of me talking." He continued to laugh. Blaine was making an adorable pain face and moving his tongue around in his mouth. "Here, open up. Let me see."

"No."

"I promise I'm done playing. Let me see."

Blaine made another adorable childish face and stuck his tongue out. Kurt looked at it to see if he drew blood. "No blood; you'll live." Blaine slid his tongue back in his mouth. "Come on. I'll walk you out."

The two boys walked downstairs hand in hand. Burt and Finn said goodnight to Finn. Carol was already in bed. Kurt opened the door and let Blaine walk out before him after he put his shoes and blazer on. He shut the door behind him and looked at his boyfriend who was still making childish pout faces. He wrapped his arms around his neck and held him. "Thanks for coming over."

Dropping the kiddy act, Blaine hugged him back and spoke towards the night air as he nuzzled his chin into the crook of Kurt's neck. "Me too. I love taking you out, but I do love spending time at your house more."

"Are you coming over for dinner Friday?"

Blaine pulled back and sighed. "I can't." He was disappointed over having to miss Friday night dinner at the Hummel house. He hadn't missed one in a long time. "After Warbler practice my parents are picking me up. They want me to spend my weekend with them because I haven't been home since before New Years."

"Four months, Blaine? Really?"

Blaine averted his eyes. "My house isn't as fun as yours is. Put it that way."

"It can't be that bad."

"They parade me around their country club with my brother and sister. I'm not completely out there because my parents asked me not to say anything, but a lot of the kids my age know. The girls who hit on me certainly do and my brother doesn't say anything so the guys don't really ask. I'm good at sports so the guys are confused thinking that gay means effeminate. I'm kind of tired of parents coming up to me with their daughters and saying 'Oh, Blaine, this is so-and-so. You two have a lot in common.'"

"Do you have a lot in common?"

"Yeah, most the time we do, including the same attraction to men. I'm a popular date when it comes to the dances." Kurt laughed, but Blaine was a little annoyed.

"Is that all?"

"No. My parents aren't open like yours are. They care about me, that's obvious, but I always get this feeling from them that they're disappointed."

"Do they know about us being together?"

"Not really. They know you exist and they know who you are because they've seen you from being at our concerts and such, but I don't think they really know much more than that I befriended you. I think they have an idea that I care about you, because of how I talked about you once, but I never said that you were my boyfriend. At least not to my parents. My brother, Jared knows because he asked. I think they have an idea that I care about you, but I never said that you were my boyfriend. I'm sorry if that bothers you. It bothers me that I haven't said anything."

Kurt looked at him endearingly. "It doesn't bother me. I knew there was some turmoil at your house due to how much you care about what my dad thinks of you. Besides, I know you haven't told them because you're ashamed of me. You parade me around all the time, so that's not it. When you're ready you'll tell them and we'll meet officially."

"I love you." He was truly amazed at how wonderful Kurt was and that he was all his.

"I love you," Kurt replied.

Blaine smoothly slid his arms around Kurt's waist and touched his lips to the taller boy's lips. Kurt parted his lips and deepened the kiss sweetly. He loved being in love with Blaine.

The door opened and the boys separated quickly. Burt was standing in the doorway. "Really, Kurt? This is the second time in three hours that I catch you sucking the lips of this kid." Kurt flushed crimson while Blaine fixed his wide eyes to the floor. "Good night, Blaine." Burt emphasized the 'goodnight' part to let him know it was time for him to leave.

"Good night, Mr. Hummel."

"You've got a curfew to make." The door shut slowly with Burt eying the boys carefully. Kurt turned his head up towards the sky and laughed.

Blaine looked to Kurt, mortified for the umpteenth time that day, and started laughing along with Kurt. "I'll text you tomorrow."

"Love you."

"Love you." Blaine pecked Kurt on the cheek and stopped midway to his car. "Don't forget that I owe you. I intend for you to demand and collect payment for services rendered."

Kurt blushed and giggled. "Oh, don't worry. I won't forget." They winked at each other and Kurt watched Blaine drive off. This was the first time he ever smiled while Blaine left his side. Things will be okay, he thought and walked into the house to have a chat with his dad.