Kurt had woken up early and wasn't able to fall back asleep. He slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Blaine up. He grabbed the boxers he was wearing the night before and put them on. He then tip-toed out of his room and down the hall to the bathroom. Thankfully no one was in there and he was able to take a shower. When he was done, he had deposited his dirty boxers in the laundry basket and wrapped in oversized towel around his waist. He ran into his father in the hallway.

"Hey, where are you going?" Burt asked.

Kurt shifted his eyes back and forth and looked back at his father curiously. "I'm wet and in a towel, Dad. I'm going for a walk."

"I meant that you can't go in your room, only in a towel."

"Dad, I am more covered up now than I am if I'm asleep in bed with him in my boxers."

"I don't want you standing naked in your bedroom, getting dressed in front of your boyfriend."

"What if I promised not to get dressed?" Kurt smiled, trying not to laugh.

"Kurt, this isn't funny. I'm serious."

"Well, what am I supposed to do? I have to go in there to get clothes and Blaine is sleeping. I'm not going to wake him up and ask him to leave the room just so I can get dressed. So, either I walk around the house naked, in a towel, which I'm sure Finn wouldn't appreciate, or I go in and get some clothes." Kurt stared at Burt, who was speechless. "Why do you think everything's about sex? I didn't go take a shower just so I could go walk into my bedroom naked. If that were the case I would have just stayed in bed."

"I'm sorry," Burt said, embarrassed.

"I don't understand. You give me a box of condoms and tell me you don't want to know about it, but you stay on top of me as if that's all I'm going to do. If you want me to give you back the condoms to give you piece of mind, I will." Kurt was hoping that his father didn't want the box back for multiple reasons, but at the moment it was because he would have had to return the condoms in an open box and his father would know that they were being used.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"You have to trust me. It's also kind of creepy how much time you spend thinking about my supposed sex life. If I had as much sex as you act like I do, I wouldn't be walking."

"Can we stop talking and you can go get dressed now, because I've said 'I'm sorry' twice already."

Without another word, Kurt went back to his room and tiptoed around the room so he wouldn't wake up his sleeping boyfriend. He ditched the towel after drying himself off and put on a silk robe that only fell just below is ass.

I need a brunch outfit that can also be worn out to dinner, Kurt thought as he pawed through his wardrobe. He wanted to wear white pants, but didn't trust himself to be calm enough to be able to not spill something. Black would cover up a spill, but black isn't a brunch color. He decided on pastels for a shirt, but then nixed the idea of wearing pink or lavender because he remembered what Blaine's father said about him all those months ago. He didn't feel like wearing powder blue today and yellow wasn't a color that went with his skin tone well enough to be the dominant color. "Green?" he asked silently aloud to himself. Kurt sighed just before he felt Blaine's warm body up against his back side and arms wrap around his middle.

Blaine reached his hand forward into the clothes and lightly touched a shirt. "I like this one," he whispered.

Kurt looked at the green checkered button up. "You want me to look like a boy."

Blaine peeled himself off of Kurt and moved to his side. He touched another shirt. This one, a soft, cotton v-neck t shirt, was gray in color. "This one? I like the way it looks on your skin."

"Gray isn't brunch."

"Please?" Blaine asked. "For me? I like this one on you."

Kurt sighed in defeat and reached up to grab the hanger. Blaine reached up at the same time and covered Kurt's hand. Kurt caught Blaine's eye and saw a romanticism in them. Blaine stepped towards Kurt and angled his head as he pressed his lips to Kurt's.

Kurt immediately dropped his hand off the hanger and brought it to cup Blaine's neck. His other arm laced itself around Blaine's lower back and it dawned on him that Blaine was still naked from the night before. He moaned into Blaine's mouth as Blaine's tongue caressed his.

Blaine gently entwined his fingers in the silk belt and untied the single knot Kurt had made earlier. The fragile fabric slid open easily and Blaine slid it over Kurt's shoulders, guiding his arms down at the same time. The robe floated to the floor instantly. He ran his fingertips, so gentle like air, across Kurt's skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. He moved his lips to Kurt's neck and kissed him softly, knowing better than to mark him before a performance.

Kurt's breath hitched, knowing that his house was full of his family members and after just having told his father off, it'd be best if he stayed as quiet as possible. He arched his fingers against the skin on Blaine's back and dragged them downward until he was able to cup his hands onto Blaine's perfect ass and grasp it tightly. He brought Blaine's groin to him and moaned with Blaine at the friction they felt when their erections pressed together.

Blaine released Kurt and looked at him lovingly and hungrily while he lace his fingers with his beloved's and lead him over to the bed. He guided Kurt down to the plush blankets and positioned himself between Kurt's legs.

Kurt wrapped his ankles around Blaine and couldn't help the random bucking motions his hips made when Blaine's lips touched the sensitive skin below his jaw. Kurt's bottle of lube was still sitting out of the nightstand and Blaine felt around for it without looking so he didn't have to stop kissing Kurt. When he found it, he wasted no time slicking his fingers up and pushing his index finger into Kurt without warning. Hearing Kurt's gasp was intoxicating.

"Uhng," Kurt moaned. He reached his arm down and around and was just able to reach Blaine's heat and he began titillating Blaine's anus by massaging the skin with his middle finger. This caused Blaine to start grinding his hips into Kurt's skin.

Blaine added another finger and pushed his fingers in and out in concordance with his grinding hips and curled them slightly, feeling his intended goal. Kurt shuddered under Blaine's touch.

"M-more," Kurt whispered. Blaine went to insert a third finger, but Kurt stopped him. "You. I want," he panted, "you."

Blaine grabbed a condom that was also left out on the table and quickly slipped it on. He craned himself back down to lye on top of Kurt. With the hand that wasn't coated in the slick liquid, he brushed his fingers through Kurt's wet hair. "You're so beautiful," he cooed.

"I love you," Kurt breathed.

Blaine touched his lips lightly to Kurt's lips and impaled him deeply. "I love you." Blaine's thrusts were slow at first and then gradually grew in pace. He brought himself to kneel and held on to Kurt's hips, digging his thumbs into the tender skin. "Uhm. Ah," he moaned quietly, pulling and pushing against Kurt rapidly.

Kurt was biting down on his lip to keep himself from screaming in ecstasy. His hands were in a death grip on the bedding. "Uhh-ahh," he moaned. "Mmnn."

Blaine changed his position only slightly. In his right hand, he gripped Kurt's cock and began pumping it in unison with his thrusts. His left hand was pressed down on Kurt's chest. They moaned again and again, doing their best to keep quiet. Blaine's thrusts slowed in an attempt to fuck Kurt gently and subside his climactic feeling. He wanted this feeling to last.

It wasn't good enough for Kurt. Kurt suddenly felt his stomach muscles tightening and Blaine slowing his pace lessened the feeling. He pushed Blaine sideways and they rolled together so that Kurt was now on top. He leaned forward and braced Blaine's shoulders as he plunged himself down over and over. Blaine gasped Kurt's cock again and tugged at it vigorously. It was all he could do to keep from moaning so loud his vocal chords would burst.

"Ahh. Ah-fuck," Blaine cursed before he exploded his orgasm while inside Kurt.

Kurt wasn't far behind him and his climax shot out of him onto Blaine's chest and stomach. They both stayed in the same position, panting and trying to catch their breath, while coming down from their high.

An hour later both of them sat at a table covered in white linen, surrounded by Kurt's family, Rachel, and Rachel's two dad's. Blaine and Kurt kept looking at each other with silly grins while they forked fruit and eggs into their mouths.

"Are you all excited for today?" Carol asked.

"Yeah. Just wait till you see it, Mom," Finn mused. "This is probably one of the coolest concerts we've done."

"Our set list is amazing and the amount of talent is incredible," Rachel added.

"No more than our little girl and the boys at this table," One of Rachel's dad's encouraged. Rachel seemed unphased because she was used to her parents showering her with compliments.

Kurt had met Rachel's parents before, but felt that it was important for his dad to see her dads and how they interact and function as a couple. It might give him an idea of how his life could be in the future with a husband (or civil partner, depending on where his career took him) of his own.

"I like your shirt," Blaine said, leaning in close.

Kurt looked down at his outfit. He was wearing the gray shirt that Blaine picked out and a pair of black skinny jeans. He also wore the bracelet that Blaine had given him. "It's not an outfit for brunch, but I like it too." He smiled.