"Sure, what do you got?" he asked, flopping face down onto my couch. My poor baby was exhausted because he had somehow finished up his three projects in the class blocks before each one was due and then had stayed after with me for booty camp along with having stayed up all last night to study for his tests.

"Um we have fruit, veggies, eggs, cheese, bread. I'll make you a-"

I trailed off when I heard a soft snore coming from my living room. I looked back and sure enough Blaine was already asleep on my couch. I smiled and laid my favorite blanket over him, kissing his forehead and propping a pillow under his head so he couldn't get a kink in his neck.

I wasn't sure if it was creepy or not, but I watched him sleep for a few minutes. I admired the way his chest rose and fell and how his mouth was always slightly parted when he slept. I rubbed his back a few times and the corners of his mouth twitched up which I took as a good sign.

I kissed his forehead again then went back to the kitchen and made myself an egg and cheese omelet with the left over grilled chicken from last night's dinner. Not my usual snack for after school, but the eggs tasted good after a particularly vigorous booty camp session.

I should have known that the smell of cooking would awaken my sleeping prince and after his half-hour nap he had toddled into the chair next to me, grabbing my fork and sticking a large piece of my omelet in his mouth. I punched him in the shoulder and snatched back my fork while he chewed.

"Mm, really good. But cheese and eggs? That's a lot of protein I see. Don't tell me I knocked you up."

I snorted out a laugh. "Well I suppose I would be the only one who had the possibility of getting pregnant."

"Hm?" he asked innocently, not hearing my little rant under my breath.

"Nothing."

I reached over and scratched his scruff that would never cease to amaze me by how fast it grew. Given he hadn't shaved that morning because he had been up all night working, but it still grew so quickly.

"I know, I know, I need to shave," he said, grinning.

"No, I like it. It's hot," I commented, slapping his cheek for good measure.

While I finished, he scavenged at the little cheesy bits of chicken poking out the sides of my meal and then got up and took the pan off the stove for me. He turned around and headed towards the sink to clean the pan. "See, look at us being all domestic and cu-"

"Blaine!" I yelled out a second too late after Blaine absentmindedly grabbed the still-hot round part of the pan and dropped it to the floor, clutching his hand to his stomach.

"Let me look at it," I said, and he slowly reached his hand out to me.

"Be careful," he mumbled, letting me know it was a joke by the little smirk he had.

I shot him a look and then looked at the burn. It was relatively safe and I knew that running it under cold water then wrapping it in a bandage would clear it up by the end of the week. "Does it sting?" I asked.

He nodded. "I'll live though. It was the initial shock. I thought the pan would have cooled off by now."

"It's okay." I kissed his forehead and ran upstairs to grab a thin white cloth from the bathroom cabinet while he ran it under cold water. I walked back downstairs and carefully wrapped his hand up, tying a knot over the back of his hand.

He looked up at me through his lashes. "Thank you, Kurtie."

"Anything for my Blainey-boo."

We both crinkled our noses. "Lame. Can we agree never to do that again?"

"Agreed," I said.

Both smiling, we locked lips and twined our fingers in each others shirts (well, for Blaine only the one that wasn't bandaged up). Blaine pulled me up from the kitchen chair and guided me over to the living room couch, falling backwards on it and dragging me down with him, my legs opening up to straddle him. I could tell that Blaine really wanted it and I realized it had been 8 days since we'd had sex on account of our families always being too close for comfort. I could also tell by the way he kept breaking our kiss to nip at my neck which was a tell-tale sign that he was horny...coupled with his bulge that was pressing against mine. He wrapped his arms around my neck, bringing me closer and pushing us chest-to-chest. His good hand was able to wind down between us and rub against my own swelling pant zipper.

My own arms were trapped around his neck and I was pinning him against the couch. He groaned under me when I lost my balance and subjected him to my entire dead weight.

"Sorry," I mumbled against his lips, the awkward angle of our bodies making it difficult for me to even retract my face even an inch away from him.

"No, felt good," he breathed into my ear, bringing my lips back and tilting his head to the side for a long and deep kiss that made me light-headed even though I wasn't one to hold my breath when I kissed someone. Half of my bottom lip was in his mouth as our tongues slid and pulled away from each other like slow-motion fencers.

"Wow," we both exhaled, feeling the intensity of the kiss. He smirked and grabbed my lips again, sucking my tongue in once more and making our teeth click together, creating a temporary numbness in my top gums. His hands slid up my shirt, the bandage thankfully not rough against my skin. He gently scratched at my back, working down again in big smooth circles.

Just as my mind started to feel fuzzy from his excellent massage skills, his hands were gone from my back and it took me a moment to realize that he was working on his pants zipper, pushing the denim down a bit.

"Can you get yours for me, babe?" he asked.

"S-sure," I stuttered. I suddenly felt very nervous because this time, I wanted to be the top, and I was determined to do so.

Trying to give him a hint, I moved our legs around, trying to make him spread for me so that I could fit between his thighs. He seemed determined to keep his legs in the same place, probably assuming that I was losing my balance. When I got one leg in between his thighs, I gave up that battle since Blaine just didn't seem to understand. I saw one of his eyebrows raise in confusion, so I tried another tactic, still way too timid to actually vocalize my thoughts.

Hands trembling, I slipped them into his pants, under his boxers and grabbed his ass, making him moan into my ear. Unsure if he got the hint yet, I dug my fingers between his ass cheeks and teased them apart, hoping he'd get the idea that he was going to bottom.

But of course of all things, just as I thought maybe Blaine was getting the idea, Finn along with my Dad came bursting in through the front door. Thankfully, both were looking the opposite way of us which gave Blaine and I three precious seconds to scramble away from each other, cover our boners, and pull our pants back up beneath a shared plush throw blanket.

"Hey Dad," I said as casually as I could even though Blaine had accidentally kneed me in the groin in our frantic movements away from each other. It had knocked the breath out of me, but I, being an excellent actor, pushed the pain to the back of my mind to deal with later and instead plastered a smile onto my face.

"Hello, Kurt. Blaine," Dad said to us.

"Good evening, sir."

Burt looked around and I began to sweat a bit, afraid of what he was seeing...or not seeing.

"So what were you kids doing all this time? I see you haven't started your homework yet."

"Reading," I blurt out. I grabbed for the book that I used for d�cor on the side table, but of course it wasn't there of all days.

"Reading what?" Finn asked innocently. Stupid asshole, but you had to love him.

"Each others minds," Blaine said nonchalantly, knowing that my lie had fallen apart before it even started. I almost kicked him in the groin as well.

Dad exhaled slowly and walked away. Finn stayed though, standing there.

"You okay, bro? You look all red and stuff."

Maybe I wasn't as good of an actor as I thought...no that couldn't be it.

"Finn. Just go."

When Finn left, Blaine kissed me on the cheek right when my self-control shattered and my hands flew to my crotch, grabbing at my aching dick under the blankets.

He apologized for kicking me in the groin, but now was not time for apologies.

Especially not when my Dad was sitting in the kitchen, away from the table, but instead near the fridge, at the perfect angle to watch us intently as he chewed on his toast.

I guess we weren't getting any that afternoon, and another attempt to pound Blaine's brains out had been foiled.