6:  Group Projects

“So you know the crazy thing?” Blaine asked into the phone. He adjusted himself on the ATV and began to pull off his helmet.

“What’s that?” Kurt questioned in return.

Blaine licked his lips at his boyfriend’s teasing voice. He wasn’t in the right state of mind to hear Kurt do that sultry thing with his voice right now. Not in the position he’d been in for the entire ride back to his aunt and uncle’s.

“The crazy thing is, I found a downside of having you make out with me while you sit in my lap.”

The soft laugh on the other end of the phone line was expected. “There’s a downside?” Kurt asked with a chuckle, “Wow. Well I’m sorry, sweetie. I’ll never sit on top of you again.”

Blaine smirked at the response he got as he glanced around the garage he was parked in. “Don’t be ridiculous baby. You’re a natural born rider. Riders need to be on top.”

He could practically see Kurt biting his lip. “Is that so?”

“It is,” the boy continued, “And the downside I was speaking of would be you leaving me ridiculously hard in the middle of Main Street.”

Kurt laughed once more and Blaine licked his lips, finally getting off his ATV and stretching his muscles. The sleep he got last night was minimal, and terrible at that. It was nothing like his sleepover on Saturday. Kurt gave a teasing sigh into the receiver before speaking.

“So I take it you’re saying it’s my fault that you can’t keep your hands off me…”

Blaine smiled, cracking his neck tiredly. “Basically.”

“Hm,” the boy hummed into the receiver, “I guess you better put those hands to good use.”

Blaine laughed at the response. He could honestly say that one so forward wasn’t what he was expecting to hear from Kurt… not when the boy blushed at almost everything Blaine said. Which was probably all dirty anyway, but that was beside the point. “Damn, Kurt. It’s like that?”

“Well what am I supposed to do when I’m at work, honey?”

“At least talk me through it, sexy,” Blaine said seductively, looking around to make sure no one was around. That’d be weird since he was in his uncle’s messy garage, but you never know. The coast was all clear, and he spoke again, “where should I put my hands?”

“Again,” Blaine couldn’t help but bite his lip at the sexy way Kurt let out a breath, “I’m at work. We are not having phone sex.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at the answer, “You work in the back now. No one is around. Just whisper a little something…”

“Goodbye,” Kurt whispered softly, and Blaine could hear the smug smile that was definitely on his lips.

“You are no fun.”

Kurt blew a kiss into the phone and Blaine grinned. “It’s backed up. I have a lot of work to get done, unfortunately. So are we still on for lunch?”

“Even though I’m mad at you, yes,” Blaine told him.

“You’ll be fine. Talk to you later.”

“Ok baby,” Blaine bent down to pick up the keys he’d dropped, “See you soon.”

After hanging up, he took a moment to look around the garage. It sucked because he knew his uncle would make him and Nick clean it up like he always did. Don had that ‘you eat my food, you are my slave’ mentality. They’d cross that road at a later date. For now, he needed to get inside and get rid of the massive boner he had.

Pocketing his iPhone, Blaine exited the garage and started down the driveway towards the home. It looked as if it’d be a little harder to have his… alone time. Aunt Pam’s car was still parked here, and the closer he got to the door, the louder the sound of Mikey’s crying got. Blaine sighed. They should’ve been gone at this point.

When he passed by the black Dodge Charger and went up the stairs, he could hear his aunt pleading with his cousin to work with her. Blaine smirked as he walked into the house. There on the couch with half styled blonde hair and a sobbing son was his favorite aunt ever, Pamela Kinsella. She looked completely exhausted and so far past finished with what was happening, and it was a little funny to be honest.

There were more than a few reasons that Blaine loved the petite blonde woman so much. It wasn’t because of typical reasons that one would suspect like because she spoiled him or made great cookies, but because of how strong her love for Don was, and how she’d do anything for the people she cared about. Pam was always his go to person for advice and hell if she wasn’t the best listener he knew. Of course, Blaine being Blaine, he didn’t spill all of his feelings—he’d never been that guy, but what he was comfortable sharing he could do so with her and not be judged. She was also funny as hell, and had one of those smiles that was one part smirk, four parts love. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he was describing everything he adored about Kurt. But that was perfectly fine because he wanted those attributes in someone he was with. He wanted a listener, and a person that could love him, and someone he knew he could spend the rest of his life with.

Essentially, something he was looking for all along but didn’t know until he’d found it.

As soon as Mikey realized his older cousin had entered the home, a loud, theatrical wailing of ‘Blaaaineee’ left his lips. Blaine closed the door behind himself, shaking his head at the little boy. Once he turned on the water works, they flowed like the Nile River.

Pam turned back at the mention of her nephew’s name, clearly defeated but utterly thankful that he’d shown up. She was running late for work because as usual, her son was having a meltdown about having to go to his nursery school.

“Help me Blaine. Please.”

Blaine smiled at the woman as he stepped further into the room. His feet left the welcome mat and met the shaggy carpet. “Uncle Don told me that Mikey was getting better about all this.”

“Well Uncle Don never has to get him ready,” she responded, turning to her son once more. “Michael, baby, let mommy button your shirt.”

Mikey sobbed, dropping his hands and looking at his older cousin. “I want Kurtie.”

“And that’s another thing,” Pam continued, finally doing the last button. Mikey threw himself onto the couch face first and cried harder, “He keeps saying he wants to stay with Kurt,” the blonde turned to Blaine with a questioning look, “He says Kurt draws for him and makes him pancakes. I was always under the impression that imaginary friends were a lot less… hands on…”

At this point, Blaine was sending his boyfriend a text message and trying to not laugh at the fact that Pam thought Kurt was Mikey’s imaginary friend. He did smirk however as he pressed send:

Please tell me you have a minute to talk to your favorite 4 going on 5 year old? He’s having a rough morning without you. –Blaine

“Kurt isn’t imaginary,” Blaine told her with a funny, quirked triangular eyebrow. Mikey’s curls could be seen poking over the arm of the couch as he dramatically embraced a sofa pillow. “He’s actually your new next door neighbor.”

“I d-don’t wanna g-g-go, please,” he got up and wandered over to where Pam sat, tears streaking his face. “I just… w-wanna stay w-with K-Kurt, mom-momma,” with that, he hugged her thigh and slid down her leg, moving his breakdown to the carpet. Aunt Pam rolled her eyes at the little drama king, facing Blaine once again.

“Oh! The Hummels, right? I’ve yet to meet them, but Donald mentioned he hired his old friend’s son at the shop.” Blaine confirmed her words with a head nod, “This kid is nice I presume?”

“He’s amazing, and Mikey adores him if you couldn’t tell. As a matter of fact,” he looked down at his caller ID as his Flo Rida ringtone chimed in the air, “he’s calling you now, Mikey.”

Mikey’s soft sobs stopped and Blaine smirked and he pressed answer. His cousin stood up and looked at him to see if he was telling the truth.

“Hey there.”

“Hi,” Kurt replied, and Blaine smiled at an excited looking Mikey, “What’s up with the munchkin?”

“He’s having a bit of a crisis, and I think it’d do him good if he could hear your voice.”

Kurt sounded confused when he answered, “Put him on then.”

Blaine nodded, moving the phone from his face and walking closer to the sofa. He looked down at Mikey and whispered seriously, “Kurt wants to talk to you Mikey, but you have to dry your eyes. I don’t think he’d like to hear you cry too much.”

Wet hazel eyes blinked a few times as the young boy nodded, wiping sloppily at his face. “Ok.” he half sobbed, half spoke.

Pam, extremely confused by her son’s sudden switch just because he got to talk to this Kurt kid, watched the two of them closely.

“Kurtie?”

“What’s the matter, buddy?”

“I don’t—my momma says I h-have to go to day c-care but I don’t want-want to.”

Blaine smiled at his aunt, which turned into a light chuckle at the incredulous face she was making. He had a thought and hoped to share it. “You know… Kurt’s the repair man at Odyssey, which means he’s stationed in the back of the shop. I could just take Mikey to hang out with him while I go practice—“

“Not happening.” The woman responded adamantly.

“But auntie,” Blaine said with a laugh, pulling at the hem of his white t-shirt, “c’mon…”

“Nope. You spoil him enough—we all do. Michael starts school in a couple months. I need him to tolerate the three days a week I take him to nursery school without bawling every morning, in order to be prepared for 5 days a week in kindergarten.”

Blaine frowned at this. He knew the power of his pout. “Just for today.”

Somewhere along the way, she must’ve become immune to it as she replied: “Nope.”

Blaine smiled, sighing dramatically and then looking back to his cousin. The boy was nodding his head adorably like Kurt was in the room with him, cradling the phone close to his face as he listened to what Kurt had to say. “But…” he trailed off and nodded some more, “but I don’t want to get smart.”

Pam smiled at Blaine who laughed, finally standing up and rolling her eyes at Mikey’s silliness. “Listen, Mr. BMX. I’m clearly going to be late if I drop him off before work. I need you to do it for me.”

Blaine turned attention from his cousin to his aunt. “Ok. No problem.”

“I’m taking Don’s car since he’s in L.A. today. You will take the keys to mine and have my car back in this yard without a single scratch, Blaine.”

The teen smirked. He’d have a car for the whole day? Fucking sweet.

“Blaine.”

“Yeah auntie,” he said with an innocent smile. “I know.”

She walked over to the mirror and resumed, “I know you have practice, and I know he wants to see ‘Kurtie’ she mimicked her son’s voice and Blaine smiled, “so let him stay at the day care for a half day. I think that’s a good compromise.”

Blaine smiled and nodded. “I think we can get him to stay there for half a day. I know how to bribe him. You might want to keep yogurt around.”

Pam thought about questioning that but left it alone. “My keys are on the hook by the door, honey.”

Blaine nodded. She began to finally finish styling her hair, and Mikey spoke into the phone again.

“Okay. I love you too,” he said, pulling the phone away and wiping his eyes again. Blaine watched his little hand reach up to give the phone back as he processed what was just said.

I love you too. Blaine took his phone back and frowned. Kurt told Mikey he loved him already? And he said it first? How was that fair?

Pam turned away from the mirror to look at her son. Michael had just said ‘I love you too’, dried his eyes and crawled down off the couch.

“Kurt said that I have to get smart,” he told all present. With that, he walked over to his Iron Man book bag, picking it up off his father’s recliner and sliding his skinny arms in the straps one by one.

“That’s it?” Blaine’s aunt’s voice had a hint of incredulousness and a bit of denial. “He says you have to go and you go? After I’ve been trying this for years?”

Mikey nods and Blaine smiled at her, shrugging his shoulders. Kurt was a great persuader, what could he say?

“Who is this Kurt kid and where can I find more like him?”

He laughed at his aunt’s questions, but before he could say anything, Mikey jumped in with a full explanation.

“Kurt is Blaine’s boyfriend because I helped them, and he’s the only Kurt in the world. You can’t find more mom.”

Pam laughed, fixing her blazer. “You mean his friend, sweetie. I know that Kurt is a boy who is Blaine’s friend, but—“

“Um,” Blaine smiled, cutting in as he leant against the couch, “no… actually Mikey is right.” His cousin nodded and Blaine bit his lip, “Kurt is my boyfriend. We are… together. You know?”

Pam stared at him, shaking her head. “I don’t think I do know, Blaine.”

Blaine smiled. “Ok, like this is a long story and I know you’re running late…”

“That I am,” she said, “but this is… you have a boyfriend? I think that’s a little more important than whatever the hell is on my desk right now. An actual boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Blaine nodded, trying not to laugh at her face. One thing he knew was his aunt was not his mom or Victor. She’d see he was happy and all the questions would stop pretty much. She’d need to see he was happy, though, and that shouldn’t be hard. “I just saw him and… I don’t know. I was a goner.”

Mikey fixed the strap on his sandals and stood back up, calmly walking towards the door. His mother looked at him and then back at Blaine, the news of her nephew having a boyfriend still not processing. “I need you to be sure about this, Blaine. I’m a little lost. It’s clear to see my son loves him, and if you aren’t sure and something happens between you two… that would break him. He hasn’t been this attached to someone since—“

“Since we lost Ariel. I know.”

They both tensed, and Pam’s face softened a bit. Bringing up Ariel was something she didn’t like to do around Blaine or her son. Mikey had already gone onto the porch at this point, staring at a butterfly and Blaine was nodding as he acknowledged what she said.

“You don’t have to worry about that auntie, I promise. I’ve never been surer about someone… I need him around.”

She nodded, “We’ll talk later. You, Kurt and I.”

Blaine smiled. “Yes ma’am.”

The woman smiled. “Now get out of here.”

He waved goodbye and put his phone away, grabbing the keys and walking to leave the house. Mikey’s eyes were still red when he saw him but Blaine launched him into the air, catching him in his arms. His cousin smiled a little as Blaine unlocked the sedan, walking over to Mikey’s car seat and strapping him inside.

“Are you all out of tears?”

Mikey shook his head no. “I have more.”

Blaine smiled. “Well I don’t like it when you cry so try to keep them at bay.”

Mikey nodded. “Where’s bay?”

Blaine rolled his eyes, kissing his cheek. “No tears please.”

He smiled when Mikey nodded and closed the rear door. When he got to the driver’s side, he slid into the seat, looking at the dash and nodding. His aunt was crazy to trust him with the car. He’d take Kurt everywhere in this thing. He put the key in the ignition and started her up, looking at his cousin through the rearview.

“The good news is Aunt Pam said you only have to stay in school for a few hours.”

“Okay.” he said.

“Then,” Blaine continued, “we can see Kurt and get a bite to eat. Well you’ll eat at school, but I’ll get you ice cream or something.”

His cousin didn’t reply, only with a long, hard sigh. Blaine smiled as he backed out of the driveway, turning the car in the direction of his day care. “It’s going to be alright, munchkin.”

“I just don’t like it.” Mikey explained softly.

“I met all my friends at school. I have pretty awesome friends, don’t you think?”

Mikey nodded, though he still wasn’t convinced. “Not Petey.”

“Well Peter isn’t my friend anymore buddy.” Blaine stepped on the gas at a green light, looking out the window at the empty beach. “Peter isn’t very nice.”

“He was mean to me.”

Blaine glanced through the rearview. His cousin was looking out the window, eyeing the different homes they passed along the way. “I wish you would’ve told me that, Mike. I would’ve kicked his as—butt.”

He didn’t get an answer and Blaine shook his head, focusing on where he was going. Just another reason he’d need to beat the shit out of that kid when he’d see him. “But back to the topic, school has really nice people, and I won’t lie… sometimes there are people like Peter, but you won’t be alone. I promise.”

Mikey nodded. “There’s a girl named Lynne who gave me her juice box before when I was sad.”

Blaine smirked. “Oooh, a girl huh?” Mikey blushed and Blaine laughed a little, turning his car onto Spring Street. “I bet she’s cute.”

“We shared the juice box.”

“Way to change the conversation,” Blaine mused, “but as long as you have nice people like Lynne and nice teachers, you’ll notice it isn’t so bad.”

Mikey’s legs swung over the car seat, “Can I go to school with you and Kurt then?”

Blaine laughed lightly at the question. “Well we might be going to different schools but luckily, you aren’t big enough to go to school with us. It’s so boring. I’d sure rather go with you so I can color all day.”

The boy smiled. He did like coloring. “Why aren’t you going to school with Kurt? You’re both big.”

“Well, he can sing really well. Like well enough to go to Nick and Jeff’s school where he deserves to be.”

Mikey scrunched his face in confusion. “You sing good too Blainey.”

Blaine shrugged his shoulders, pulling up in front of the building. It was less crowded out front this morning since the duo was a little late. “I’m shy when it comes to that. You know only special people get to hear me sing.”

Mikey shook his head. “You should go because Kurt would want to be with you. He told me he really likes you.”

Blaine smiled, putting the car in park. “Did he?” he got a nod, “Well I like him too. And I really want to be with him. But now it’s time for you to go get smart. Shall we?”

Mikey tensed up and Blaine smiled, getting out of the car. He walked to his cousin’s door, waving when he saw the guy across the street that owned the convenience store. The man shouted about them getting a new shipment of yogurt that morning and Blaine smiled thankfully. Once he opened it, Mikey had unstrapped himself and let Blaine pull him out.

“Do you remember what we talked about?”

Mikey nodded his head. “I do.”

“Remember that Kurt’s going to watch Cartoon Network with you if you’re good.”

They walked towards the nursery school and Mikey nodded. “I will be.”

Blaine smiled, opening the door and letting him walk inside. They reached the front desk and he smiled at the teacher, signing in Mikey’s attendance. “Good morning.”

“Hello,” the older woman said, looking down at the little boy with wide eyes. “Hi Michael!”

Mikey clutched his book bag straps like a life line. “Hi.”

The lady smiled at Blaine. “He’s not crying today.”

Blaine laughed a little as he dropped the pen on the clipboard. “He’s a new man today.” He knelt down so that he could kiss his cousin on the cheek. “Have a lot of fun and be good for me, ok?”

Mikey nodded, holding back the tears. “Ok. Love you Blainey.”

“Love you boy,” with the ruffle of his blonde curls, Blaine stood back up and watched as the woman walked Mikey to his classroom. His little shoulders were hunched but at least he wasn’t crying. And at least he’d try to get through this. School wasn’t the end of the world.

How long a sentence would I get for strangling a rude, obnoxious, spiteful witch? –Kurt

Blaine heard his phone beep and reached for it in his shorts pockets. He unlocked it and read the message, laughing at the words and biting his lip. The money he’d pay to watch Kurt scratch Farrah’s eyes out. Walking to the exit, he quickly dialed Kurt’s phone number instead of texting back. As it rang, he slid into the driver’s seat, waiting patiently for Kurt to answer.

“Hi handsome.”

“Wicked witch of the west bothering you?”

Kurt laughed. “She’s such a bitch. How’s Mikey?”

“Oh he’s fine.” Blaine adjusted the seat back and relaxed. “Thank you so, so much. But, he did happen to tell my aunt about us and she wants to have a talk. Be warned.”

“Ouch. Well… since we’re dishing out warnings I should let you know my dad’s going to want to have a sit down with you.”

Fuck. Blaine thought, gulping hard. He glanced out the window at people walking by, not ready for that. He could handle Pam but Burt. Not so much.

“We’ll be fine, right?” Kurt questioned. The sounds of tools clanking could be heard in the background.

“With my aunt, yeah.” Blaine responded.

“With my dad too, silly.”

Blaine scoffed. “If you say so.”

Kurt laughed and Blaine shook his head. It wouldn’t be funny when Burt was grilling him like a steak later. “Did you handle your problem?” Kurt teased. Blaine smirked.

“I’m saving it for you. We can do a group project… tackle it together.”

“Hm,” Kurt began, “I do work well when I’m the leader of the pack.”

“Oh if you want to take control, be my guest.” I bet he’s blushing like mad, Blaine thought, licking his lips.

After a second, Kurt answered, “Um, I’m going back to work before you start something you’re not here to finish.”

Yupp, totally blushing,  Blaine smiled. “You know I could be there in five minutes…”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

They laughed and Blaine answered, “I’m going to meet up with the guys now. See you around lunch time.”

“Can’t wait honey. See you then.”

Blaine smiled, pulling the phone away and ending the call. He started the car up and headed towards the diner.

….

“Look who decided to show up.”

Blaine smiled as he held the door open for an exiting customer, nodding at the thank you the elderly man mumbled. He looked into Layla’s Diner and smiled at his friends towards the back. Nick, David, and Justin were all at their usual table, looking to Blaine as they waited for him to approach. He stepped left to let a waitress go by, stepped right to avoid a wet floor sign, all before finally making his way over to the table.

“Sup kids,” sliding next to Nick, he pulled out his iPhone and began to unlock it, “how’s everybody doing this morning?”

Justin placed both elbows on the table, switching his attention from Blaine to Nick and David, and then back to the hazel eyed teen. “You’re late… and very chipper. That equates to sex doesn’t it?”

Blaine rolled his eyes at his friend’s unashamed words, looking back down to his phone. “Actually Jus, I dropped Kurt off at work, and then Aunt Pam was running late so I had to take Mikey to his nursery school. I try to avoid being the one to drop him off because you know how the kid feels about school.”

“Like you feel about school,” David said with a smirk. Blaine nodded.

“Exactly.” He tapped out a reply text to Jeff and looked up, “Only he cries a lot more than I do.”

“I don’t know about that. But all in all, it still doesn’t explain why you’re so happy, though.”

Justin nodded at Nick’s words. “You’re not a morning person. Ever.”

Blaine sat back, putting his phone into his pocket. Each of the boys looked at him with expectant faces. He smiled softly at his friends and shrugged. “I don’t know, boys. If I don’t find something to smile about I’ll probably lose it. Now hurry up and eat so we can get out of here.”

“You’re scaring us dude,” David told him. “Did Kurt dump you already?”

Blaine smirked as he tossed the syrup bottle at his friend’s head. “No, he didn’t.” they laughed and Blaine continued, “Just a bunch of bullshit with Victor as usual.”

The group nodded knowingly and Nick turned to face him. “I would be a good friend and ask if you wanted to talk about it but—“

“I’m fine.”

“But,” Nick continued, “you’d just say that.”

Blaine smiled. “Because it’s true.” He lied. “But I see you guys are about finished here, what’s up?”

Justin took his last bite and pulled out his phone. “We’re going to the park to meet Jeff. We have about an hour of practice before it starts pouring out there.”

 “I think you guys are forgetting that I have absolutely no equipment and I have a competition to participate in 2 days…” David pushed his plate away and gave them a pointed look. “I won’t be able to get much practice done without something to practice with.”

“He has a good point,” Justin added. Nick and Blaine looked at him obviously.

“Guess we’ll have to stop by Odyssey then.”

“Are you eating something bro?” Nick questioned before taking a drink of his soda. Blaine kicked back a bit, shaking his head no.

“My babe cooked this morning so I’m good.”

A collective chorus of ‘awwwww’ entered the air and Blaine smiled, blushing lightly and shoving Nick in the shoulder. “Shut up.”

“I’m still trying to figure out why he chose you over me.” Justin said. “I mean I know you met him first but I’m cute too.”

“Because you’re a dumbass,” Blaine told him. David smirked, fixing the green beanie on his head.

“They’re soul mates. It’s inexplicable.”

Blaine smiled at him. “You guys are saying Kurt and I are soul mates after knowing him for less time than I have? Which isn’t really long to begin with…”

David shrugged. “After seeing you two together, yes. Tell the truth. It was love at first sight wasn’t it?”

Justin smiled; his heart eyes glowing beautifully. Blaine only laughed before replying. “Like I said yesterday, I just knew I wanted to talk to him. I’m still finding it weird you all aren’t freaking out over this. I mean other people… my mom… she looked at me like I had two heads.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Your mom should look at you like that. She doesn’t see what we’ve seen… I mean the Jose thing pretty much told me what I needed to know about you having feelings for him. I think that’s when I was confused—pretty much all night, but the next day when you both were exhausted I knew you were together all night, which let me know you had a hard time being apart for more than two minutes.”

“And we had already come to the decision that he’d be good for you,” Justin added. “Farrah would do nothing but get pregnant on purpose and ruin your life. Kurt’s trying to make you better I think.”

David smirked. “You never did tell us about your hot Farrah date.”

Blaine had finished smiling as he thought about his friends’ words. They really were the best he could ask for. “Well, she cursed me out because I was texting Kurt and told me Shane could probably fuck her better. But she does give out soda. Coke if you’re into that.”

“Coke’s good,” Nick thought aloud. “So happy you’re past that phase.”

Blaine nodded. “Me too. I’m not going to lie though,” he smiled over to David, “it does feel that way sometimes. I never in a million years thought I’d say this but I could imagine having him around for a long time.”

Justin’s heart eyes were even brighter. “It feels that way because it is that way you silly moo.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “But you’re definitely okay?”

Blaine nodded. “I’m fine. Why?”

“You seem not okay.”

“I’d be okay if one of you paid so we can get out of here.” Blaine said sternly, flashing his award winning smile.

Justin got the hint and pulled out his wallet, placing his credit card on the table. Blaine looked at the blonde instead of to his best friend; the brunette beside him obviously able to tell when he was lying. “I don’t know why you’re in such a rush,” Justin began, “Like I said, it’s about to pour out there for a couple hours at least. Unless we drive an hour up to Oceanside and use the indoor skate park they have, we won’t be practicing until this afternoon.”

Nick shook his head. “Yeah, okay. We’re not driving up there. You do remember what happened last time with you and Blaine and half the fucking town.”

Both Blaine and Justin smiled and David shook his head. “What’d they do?”

“Talk shit to just about every BMX crew up there.” Nick told him. “We almost got jumped.”

“We could’ve taken them” Justin said with a smirk.

David rolled his eyes. “You guys go practice; I’ll go buy a bike.”

“I talked to my uncle,” Blaine told him, “I told you I’d handle it. He said to just go in and pick one and it’s yours.”

“Awesome, bro. Well go practice,” David reiterated, “and I’ll go get one.”

“Then when it rains, we can hang at my place until it stops,” Nick said.

A few minutes later, Justin stood up and stretched after the waitress returned with his card, “So. Did anyone else sleep like shit last night?”

Blaine nodded, standing up along with his friends. “Why’d you?”

“Fucking older sister and her stupid ass boyfriend arguing again. I’m moving out as soon as this money comes in.” He scratched at his dark blonde locks as he led the way to the door. David smiled behind him.

“We can room together, Jus. I’m getting a place next to the university in a couple weeks.”

Justin held the door open for them and nodded. “That’d be great. I love you. I mean I need to get an actual job and all.”

David looked at him obviously. “That’d be nice.”

“Shut up.”

“Dude,” Nick turned to Blaine. “Isn’t this your Aunt’s car?”

Blaine smiled, flashing the keys. “Sure is. I have it for the day.”

“You lucky shit.”

Blaine shrugged with a smile, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. He dug around for it as Nick walked to get in his Hummer.

Get everyone & come to the sk8 park asap –J

Blaine raised an eyebrow at the message. “Jeff needs us at the park right away.”

Justin turned to him. “Why?”

“Didn’t say,” Blaine shook his head, hopping in the truck with his friends, leaving his aunt’s car there. It’d be fine. “I’m sure he’s fine but it seems urgent.”

“Step on it,” David said.

….

Jeff skated over to the Hummer as soon as Nick pulled up. Blaine looked past him and automatically knew what the issue was. Peter was by the ramp, surrounded by a bunch of their classmates and surprisingly, Shane wasn’t around. David groaned at the sight of him.

“This is going to be trouble.”

“You think?” Justin asked. They each hopped out the car and Blaine slammed the door behind himself.

“What’s this about?”

“Petey’s taking bets that he’ll come in first at preliminaries, over you and Shane.” Jeff smirked, kicking himself forward on the board. “People are eating it up.”

Blaine smiled back at him before turning to his best friend. Nick only shook his head.

“Can we just go?”

“Don’t let him disrespect you again,” Justin told Blaine. Nick rolled his eyes and shoved the taller boy in the shoulder.

“Why do you have to instigate this any further?”

“Relax,” Jeff smiled, “Nick, dude, we’re just having a little fun with this traitor asshole.”

Of course, Nick didn’t like any of this. He knew just as well as the others how shady Peter could be. When they got about 10 feet away, someone in the group motioned to them and the black haired teen turned back with a grin.

“Well, look who it is everyone! Blaine: the cock sucker!”

David, angered by his words stepped forward, but Blaine held him back with a smirk. The group looked at him expectantly, probably waiting for Blaine to deny it, but the boy only stared at Peter.

“Petey,” he relaxed when David did, smiling softly. “Remember what I said would happen if I saw you around here again? You got a pass at the beach but this time…”

“That Samantha chick texted the whole school.” Peter interrupted, gesturing to the group of boys and girls around him, “She said she saw you and your boyfriend cuddled up in the arcade at the mall. So that means I called it,” he smiled at a guy beside him, “I said that the fag would make him cock crazy.”

Nick balled up his fist. “That’s it. Kick his ass.”

“No,” Blaine said, anger seeping through his voice. “These asses have their camera phones out. I’m not stupid.” He started to smirk at Peter who listened closely, “you want me to beat the shit out of you so I can’t compete… I always knew you were stupid as fuck but this just proves it.”

Peter smirked.

“Now,” Blaine continued, taking another step forward through the group. His friends walked behind him. “About this bet…. I say your boys put their phones away so we can make it interesting.”

The guys in the crowd looked to Peter for an answer and he nodded. They put their various cell phones away in response.

“I’m going to kick your ass and get first place. It’ll be easy. You won’t be able to do stunts after having Kurt’s cock shoved up your ass all night.”

Blaine felt David tense behind him and held up his hand. “That’s not happening. I mean yes, I have a boyfriend, but I’m sure your right hand still gets more action than I do.”

The crowd made an ‘ooooo’ noise and Peter turned red, hushing them all. They smiled but stopped when his eyes landed on them.

“You aren’t as good as me,” Blaine continued, “You’ll never be.”

“Two hundred bucks.”

Blaine quirked an eyebrow and looked at Jeff who laughed. Nick only shook his head. “Two hundred?” Blaine mimicked incredulously. “You’re low balling. I have a birthday coming up we need to go higher than that.”

The crowd giggled and Peter tensed. “What do you want to bet then, hot shot?”

“One grand,” Blaine said with a smile. He felt even better when Peter’s face dropped in disbelief, and decided to push the conversation further. “One grand. Put your money where your mouth is. You come in first place, I give you $1000. If I come in, I want my money directly after the competition.”

Peter nodded, trying to not show the fear he actually felt. “I can’t wait to take your money, bitch. See you pussies around.” With the words still hanging in the air, Peter turned around and retreated, a few from the group following after him. The others went their separate ways and Nick turned away, walking towards his truck.

“We’ve wasted enough time, no sense in trying to practice now. David, let’s take you to Odyssey.”

The group followed behind him, coming down from the adrenaline.

“There’s no way he has 1000 bucks,” Justin said. “Not unless he borrows it from his parents.”

“He better find it,” Jeff answered. “It goes to show you how much of a dumbass he is for thinking he can come in first Wednesday with Blaine, Shane, and that Luke kid in his division. They’re all better than him. He just started riding a year ago anyway.”

Blaine tuned out for a while. If Kurt found out about this, he probably wouldn’t be too happy. Gambling could get him eliminated too. “The kid is stupid. I just know if he says anything to Kurt ever I’m probably getting arrested.”

“Me too,” David grumbled. Justin clapped them on the back.

“I’m not with the throwing names around either, but the last thing we need is jail time. He’ll get his.”

“Nonviolently,” Nick answered.

“I don’t know about all of that,” Blaine said calmly. Once more, Nick shook his head. He and Kurt were probably the only two who didn’t want to kick someone’s ass at every given moment.

The group hopped into the Hummer after another glance back at the skate park. The sky was darkening and it was pretty much emptying out at this point. Nick started his vehicle and glanced to Justin in the passenger side before taking off.

….

Kurt had to admit that his father was right about something, and honestly there was nothing new there. Working in the back of Don’s sports shop and getting his hands a little dirty did help him forget about things. At least temporarily. For a few seconds he could be focused on the repair he was doing and he really enjoyed that. There were no worries about Blaine’s family or stupid coworkers or Pace or anything, just him and what he was working on. Of course his mind would drift to his boyfriend’s eyes or his smile every once in a while, but that was totally acceptable. That helped him pass the time as well.

Kurt wiped his hands on the blue uniform vest he wore as he moved to the next repair. The tag read ‘engine won’t start’ on an old dirt bike and Kurt took in the model type, knowing he’d need to buy a new one. After a quick observation, he wiped his hands on a rag this time, going over to his phone and putting a call in with Suzuki for a new engine. He wrote down what he’d need to do on a report and estimated the time it would take before giving the owners a call. When this was done, the phone’s intercom buzzed and Jenna’s voice entered the room.

“Kurt, the 11oclock pick up is here!”

Kurt looked across the room and saw the bike he had repaired earlier that day. “Be right out.”

“Thanks!” Jenna replied.

At least one of his coworkers wasn’t evil. Kurt stood up from his chair and stretched before walking over to the mountain bike. He checked the tag and walked it outside, into the brightly lit sports shop where a little guy with red hair and freckles waited for him.

The young boy held his ticket up for Kurt to see and Kurt smiled as he took it.

“I see you’re my 11oclock?”

The boy nodded. “My name is Raymond.”

“Well Raymond,” he let the boy take it and knelt down to talk to him, “your brakes were shot, but I replaced them with brand new ones, and got you brand new tubes as well.” The door opened and Kurt noticed Jeff enter; followed by four of his other favorite people. Kurt smiled when Blaine walked in, and the elder sent him a wink that almost made his cheeks color. He looked away and back to Raymond, the blue eyed boy looking at him expectantly. “I’m sorry, but yes, you’re all good to go, though I would recommend you getting a new bike altogether.”

Raymond nodded his agreement. “That’s what I told my dad! He believes that everything can be fixed.”

Kurt smiled at the little boy. “Well, a lot of things can be. I just don’t want you to have to keep bringing this old thing back, you know?”

He nodded with a smile, and Kurt stood up, handing the ticket over. “Maybe next time, then. Take this to the cashier, okay?”

Raymond nodded, gathering his bike and the ticket Kurt gave him. “Thanks sir!”

“You’re welcome, Raymond.” He smiled and then turned his attention to his friends. Blaine was taking in the sight of his boyfriend in a work vest over a white t-shirt. He had a smudge of oil on his forearm and gloves with the fingers cut off. And it looked like he ran his fingers through his hair on a few occasions that morning. Blaine licked his lips and put his hands in his pockets, smiling at the smirk his boyfriend was wearing. Before he could walk over, a little boy with red hair had approached the group.

“Wow!” he exclaimed with wide eyes. Jeff turned away from the surfboards he was looking at and looked down at the kid. “You’re the LBC Legacy! I look up to you guys!”

The group smiled; Justin folding his arms and giving the much shorter boy an amused look. “That’s us. What’s up little dude?”

“You guys are so awesome!” Raymond told them, still clutching his bike. Blaine smiled because he remembered when he was this kid, looking up to everyone who could pop a wheelie. “My brother got tickets to the semi-finals and he’s taking me!”

Kurt smiled at the confrontation as he watched. The guys were really good with Raymond, slapping him high fives and such. Nick spoke next as he looked from the boy to his bike.

“Well will you be competing? I think I can take you.”

Raymond laughed, “I’m only 10.”

“I’m sure you’d still win against this chump,” David said, earning a shove from Nick and a laugh from the group. Blaine saw Farrah watching them from the corner of his eyes and shook his head, looking back to the kid.

“You know, Jeff here has been competing since he was 11.”

Jeff nodded. “I’m pretty bad ass, don’t you think.”

The boy smiled and nodded.

“So start out early,” Blaine continued, “The more you ride the greater you’ll get, right?”

Kurt smiled at his friends and turned away, acknowledging that he still had quite a bit of work to do. He entered the office and closed the door softly behind him, looking over to his work space and sighing.

Blaine watched Kurt walk away and turned back to the kid. “What was your name?”

“Raymond,” he answered.

Blaine held out his hand and smiled when the red head slapped it, “I’ll see you around Raymond.” He then turned to his friends and smiled, “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

Nick rolled his eyes but smirked. “You’re so predictable Blaine Anderson.”

Blaine ignored him and went straight to the back, picking up an Obey cap along the way and putting it on his head. He walked past the back counter and over to the ‘Employees Only’ office door, opening it and peeking in.

Kurt was crouched by his desk, sorting through the random box of nuts and bolts that Don kept as spares. When he heard the door close he turned around, smiling at the boy with the golden eyes and the sneaky smile and the hat that still had a price tag on it.

“LBC Legacy?” Kurt stood up with a questioning look that morphed into a smile when Blaine wrapped his arms around him, “I didn’t know you guys had an official name.”

Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder, smiling when his boyfriend reciprocated the hug. “Well since we’re competing individually for the time being, it wasn’t important to tell you. Group competitions aren’t until August… that’s when we go all out; matching jackets and choreographed routines, the whole nine.”

“That’s adorable,” Kurt told him, laughing when Blaine’s nose tickled his neck, “and stop that.”

“It’s not adorable. It’s cool.” Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine pulled away with a smirk. The back of Kurt’s thighs hit his desk as Blaine’s lips touched his; so soft that he almost missed it. He smiled, tightening his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and moving forward, applying more pressure with his lips and laughing when the hat Blaine wore bumped his forehead. Blaine grinned and moved one hand away from Kurt’s hip to take the cap off.

“I missed you. Is that weird?”

Kurt shook his head no, taking in the words as he looked into Blaine’s eyes. “No it’s not. I missed you too.”

….

Out front, Raymond had paid by Farrah and said goodbye to all his new friends. They waved goodbye and told him to keep practicing. David looked through an assortment of bikes with Jenna giving him a walkthrough, and Nick browsed through a magazine looking at different riders. He remembered when he was first in this magazine when he was 13 and getting recognition as a new racer. Now, he and his friends pretty much dominated during the summer.

Jeff waved at Farrah who rolled her eyes and looked back down at her cell phone, all before whispering to Justin.

“We should totally get Ohio a skateboard.”

Justin shook his head no as he went through a few shirts on the rack. He’d lost so many. “You better get him a scooter or something. He’ll never forgive us if he falls.”

Jeff scoffed, “There’s no fun if there’s no danger… come on let’s pick one.”

Justin shook his head but followed after the slightly shorter blonde anyway.

“Now what shade of the red is the red it comes in?”

Jenna looked over to David and sighed. “David, I don’t know the shade.”

“Is it like a bright red or a darker red? This is important.”

“It’s like a …” she trailed off and shook her head. He was definitely one of the difficult ones, “It’s a maroonish red.”

David stroked his chin with his thumb and index finger. “That’s perfect. And gold trim?”

“Gold trim, David.” Jenna smiled and folded her arms in exhaustion. “Can I go get you the bike?”

David held a finger up and pondered the thought, and the employee rolled her eyes.

“David.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “I’ll take it. Thanks Jennaaaa…”

“Whatever,” she waved him off and walked away, towards where Blaine was with Kurt. David smiled and turned away, moving to join his friends. They were posted along the counter staring at skateboards and talking about the usual nonsense they always did.

“What are we doing?” he sang, leaning to the right of Jeff. The blonde pushed his hair out his face before responding.

“We’re looking for a skateboard for Ohio. Something with a purple design because he’d definitely do that to make Blaine feel all mushy.” Jeff grinned, “But just a starter board.”

David smirked, “What’s wrong with a bike?”

This was something he shouldn’t have said. Justin tried to warn him not to finish that question about half way through but it was too late. Jeff’s face turned from happy to defensive as he whipped his head around to face his friends.

“Why is it that you guys get everything? All of you BMX! I’m the skateboarder and I have no one!” his fist hit the counter and Farrah glared at him, though he missed it completely. The rage he felt towards David was the only thing on his mind.

David eased away a bit, his fears evident in his brown eyes. “Calm down. It was just a question, crazy.”

“I like that one,” Nick motioned, pointing to a board with a simple purple and black design, “simple enough, right?”

Justin hummed next to him. “I like it.”

Jeff smiled. “Cool. I’ll wait for Jenna to come back out and help us,” he announced loudly, “I don’t want skanky hands making contact with Ohio’s board.”

David snorted and Farrah looked up over her phone screen. “If any of you have a problem you can say it to my face, okay losers?”

Jeff smirked, rolling his eyes away.

….

When Jenna entered the back room, she smiled softly at the couple occupying the space. Blaine was sitting in his boyfriend’s chair as Kurt knelt on the floor and worked, laughing at something the blue eyed teen told him. They both smiled when they looked up and Jenna blushed, feeling like she was interrupting something totally adorable. “Don’t mind me,” she told them softly, walking past them into the inventory space in search of David’s bike.

Blaine pulled out a stick of gum as he watched her, crumbling up the wrapper and tossing it at his boyfriend. It hit Kurt in the shoulder and he rolled his eyes over to Blaine who puckered his lips, blowing him a small kiss. Blaine laughed when Kurt smirked and ignored him, and turned his attention back to the tall blonde.

“Which one did he pick?”

Jenna scanned through the racing bikes for David’s choice. “A Red Line.”

Blaine nodded as he chewed his bubble gum. “Nice.” She smiled back at him and Blaine did as well, watching the girl struggle to pull out the bike his friend requested. “You need help?”

Jenna, dainty in her baby doll shirt and denim white shorts shook her head no, finally dragging it out. “I got it. Thanks.”

He nodded. “Okay gorgeous.”

Kurt smirked as Jenna blushed a beet red, quickly taking the bike and exiting the room. She closed the door behind her and Blaine licked his lips, looking down at his busy boyfriend. Kurt only ignored him and Blaine sat on the floor next to him, leaning close until their foreheads were touching. When he still got no response he laughed, holding himself steady with a hand on Kurt’s thigh and kissing him on the cheek.

“Don’t kiss me.”

Blaine bit his lip, staring at the side of his boyfriend’s beautiful profile. “Why not?” he blew a bubble and it popped in front of Kurt’s cheek.

“For one,” the younger began, “I’m at work and I don’t know if you should even be back here.”

“I practically grew up back here sexy. Try again.”

Kurt rolled his eyes as he tightened the screws on the bike’s back wheel. “And two, you just flirted with my friend.”

Blaine smiled. “Jealous?”

“I better not have reason to be,” Kurt responded in a sing song voice, giving boyfriend a pointed look. Blaine’s eyes found his lips and Kurt smiled, looking back to his work. “Besides, Mr. Anderson, you shouldn’t flatter yourself so.”

“You do know nobody else can have this right?” Blaine cupped Kurt’s chin and turned his head slightly, smiling when their eyes connected. His eyes then slowly moved down to cherry lips and he licked his own before moving in. When they kissed, Kurt dropped the tool he was using and rested his hand on Blaine’s arm. It wasn’t long before Blaine’s tongue was touching his and the hairs on his neck were standing up; completely consumed by the things the kiss did to him and the way their mouths moved in unison.

A minute later, Blaine came up for air for a moment. Kurt gulped at how dark his eyes were as he tried to settle himself comfortably in front of the bike. Blaine noted how fast his heart was racing and Kurt noted that he had gum he wasn’t chewing in his mouth now. It was one hell of a kiss to say the least.

“Blaine...”

He licked his lips and looked up, wiping his hands on his shorts. “Yeah?”

Kurt smiled, blowing a bubble and shaking his head no. “Never mind.”

Blaine’s eyes went wide when he realized Kurt was chewing his gum. He smiled though, clearing his throat and trying not to blush.

“And nobody else better not have it,” Kurt continued, chewing the gum and picking up his tool again. “If you can go ape shit over Jose when we weren’t together, I can easily go ape shit over people when we are together.”

Blaine nodded as he watched what his boyfriend was doing. “I couldn’t agree more. I’m reserving the right to hit anyone I see flirting with you now, then.”

Kurt smiled, standing to his feet so that he could flip the bike around. Blaine tilted his head to the side so that it wouldn’t touch him, and when Kurt sat back down to bolt the new side, Blaine leant in again.

“Another kiss?”

Kurt smiled, giving him a peck on the lips. “That’s all. Someone will be here for this soon and I need to finish it up.”

Blaine smiled at the words. “You’re no fun.” Kurt bumped him with his shoulders and he laughed, getting up and walking over to the office chair. When he sat down, he slid over to Kurt and spun the front tire for fun. “You know it’s supposed to rain pretty badly today.”

Kurt nodded. “I had the radio on earlier and I heard. But it should stop before this evening they said.”

Blaine leant back in the chair and looked down at Kurt. “Still gonna be too wet at the park. I think you’re stuck with me for the day.”

“That stinks.” He stuck his tongue out and Blaine returned it, his foot hitting his boyfriend’s ass. Kurt smirked, winking as he cranked his wrench. A beep sounded and Blaine ignored it, knowing one of his stupid friends were texting him for some reason or another.

“So, I’m going to go to the beach house and get my shit.” Kurt looked up curiously and Blaine reached over for the cap he didn’t pay for, putting it back on his head. “Wanna help me take it to my unc’s?”

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Blaine gave him an obvious look. “I’m moving out.”

They exchanged looks for a good few seconds before Kurt finally answered. “You… you are?”

“Yes,” Blaine smiled like Kurt was losing his mind. “Of course.”

His boyfriend didn’t answer at all, only looking at him. Blaine shook his head and reached for his iPhone.

“You helping or not?”

“Have to you talked to your uncle about any of this? Or Pam?”

Blaine licked his lips, shaking his head no. “Nah, I’ll just talk to him when he’s back from LA, and I promise I’ll let my aunt know everything tonight.”

Kurt nodded, trying to read Blaine but giving up when the hazel eyes he loved looked everywhere but at him. He finished tightening the wheel and spun it afterwards for good measure. “So you’re just going to move in…”

“Precisely,” Blaine said with a shrug, “What? Don’t want me next door to you? Sneaking through you window and doing all the things your dad would kill me for?”

Kurt rolled his eyes at the smirk on Blaine’s lip as he stood up. “Stop it.”

“No,” Blaine scooted forward in the chair and rolled over to Kurt, squeezing him around the waist. Kurt laughed and brushed him off.

“Baby, this is serious.” Blaine ignored him of course and dragged the boy into his lap. Kurt smiled, linking his hands around his neck. “Give Don the respect of talking to him first before we show up with your shit. Or at least talk to your aunt, I’m sure they’d appreciate that much.”

Blaine rubbed his hand up and down his boyfriend’s thigh. “You look really fucking hot by the way.”

Kurt smiled. “Are you listening to me?”

“Of course, honey.” Blaine kissed him on the cheek and nodded. “I’ll talk to them, but I still need to get my things before Victor or my mom comes home tonight. I’ll leave everything at Nick’s or something.”

Kurt smiled. “You can leave it at my place, baby.” He brushed curls from Blaine’s face and kissed him softly. “We’re going to be next door neighbors anyway.”

Blaine smiled. He liked the thought of that. “Are you going to help?”

“Of course.”

“Great.”

The intercom sounded and Kurt recoiled when it was Farrah’s voice that filled the room. Blaine shook his head at what she asked for.

“Kurt, we need an Elements skateboard out front. Code 015B, purple and black.” The line cut off and Kurt smiled, dropping his hands off Blaine’s shoulder and trying to unlace the boy’s fingers from around his waist.

“015B. Let me get that for the queen.”

Blaine shook his head no as he slid Kurt further onto his lap. That was a triple negative. “She has legs. She can waddle her stupid ass back here and get it herself.”

Kurt smirked. “How your tune has changed.”

“That happens when people disrespect you, darling.” He leant back in the seat and pressed the intercom button, “Kurt is busy. Get it yourself.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and went to stand up. As he did, he stretched and yawned a little, picking the mountain bike up and flipping it over.

“I don’t remember you working here. You should probably get out of the back.” The girl responded, rudeness seeping through her voice via the intercom. Kurt blew another bubble as he ignored their back and forth, wheeling the bike over to the wall and slipping the customer information tag onto it.

“I don’t remember you ever not being a rude, vindictive—“

“Blaine!”

Blaine stopped at Kurt’s shout and frowned, releasing the intercom button. “What?”

“C’mon,” Kurt walked over and pulled him out of the chair, “don’t feed into this. Let me write up this report.”

Blaine nodded as Kurt slipped out of his hands, into the seat. “Take an early lunch and come with me.”

Kurt pulled a pen out his vest pocket and looked down at his folder on the desk. “Can I even do that? My official lunch break isn’t for another hour.”

“You can do what you want,” Blaine said with a smile. He grabbed one of the bikes along the wall and rolled it over, sitting on it a few feet from Kurt. “You’re dating the boss’s favorite person.”

Kurt scoffed. “Yeah, ok.” Blaine poked him in the shoulder and Kurt laughed. “Stop that.” his boyfriend smiled at him and Kurt shook his head. “I just want you to know I don’t need any strife… any more strife here than I already have with that girl.”

“I’m not apologizing. She needs to respect you.”

Kurt nodded. He could agree with that much, but it wasn’t going to happen if they played her stupid game.

“Stay over tonight.”

Kurt stopped writing for a second and glanced back at his boyfriend. Blaine seemed serious and that’s what worried him. “Are you asking me or telling me?” Blaine shrugged and Kurt shook his head, turning back to his work. “That might not be as easy as we’d like it since my dad figured out we’ve been sneaking around.”

“I wouldn’t call it sneaking around… I’d just call it dating without his knowledge.” Blaine said, leaning to the side on the bike. Kurt shrugged at the response.

“Whatever you call it, Blaine, I don’t know if he’d want me sleeping in the same bed… in the same room… no,” he smiled and looked up, “in the same house as the boy I’m dating.”

Blaine smiled, ruffling his dark hair. “I don’t see the big deal.”

“You have the bad boy appeal. The boy that’d give him trouble.”

Blaine laughed now as he gripped the handle bars. He watched Kurt turn the pink report sheet over and shook his head. “I don’t have that look. I’m a good boy.”

“You have that look,” Kurt repeated, “Understand the group I was friends with back in Ohio. They weren’t anything like you and the guys out there.”

“What about the mohawked kid on your Facebook page?”

Kurt smiled, spinning around in his seat until he was face to face with Blaine on his ‘borrowed’ bike, “And why were you on my Facebook?”

“’Cause baby,” Blaine smiled, “I was going to request you as my boyfriend, but then I went through your pictures and got distracted.” His lips parted as he showed his perfect smile; teeth and all, and Kurt shook his head.

“How can you be so cute?”

Blaine bit his lip and shrugged. “I don’t know. Can I kiss you?”

Kurt shook his head no. “Work. I’m not behaving very professional today.”

Blaine rolled his eyes, watching Kurt turn around. “Whatever, babe. Are you staying over?”

Kurt grinned, filling out the rest. “I’ll ask, honey.”

“Ok.”

Farrah pushed the door open and slammed it behind her, not even looking at Kurt or Blaine as she went towards the skateboards. It was fine because Blaine didn’t have any interest in looking in her direction anyway. Kurt happened to be startled by the racket, but once he noticed who it was he looked back down to his work.

Blaine could sense the switch in the atmosphere and felt bad. He didn’t want his boyfriend around someone who could turn him off this easily… just by walking into the room Farrah made Kurt anxious. He might not want to admit that, and it’s understandable, Blaine guessed. Burt and Don really wanted him to have this job for the summer and he could tell Kurt liked it a little, but no one should have to work around people who made them feel like shit on a daily basis, especially someone not ever worth it.

“Baby.”

Kurt hummed as he finished the report for the motor bike he started earlier, moving on to start documentation of the mountain bike. “What’s up?”

Blaine moved forward on the bike until he was at Kurt’s side, looking over the desk with him. “I saw a sleeveless hoodie the same color as your eyes. I want it.”

Kurt chuckled lightly. “A sleeveless hoodie? I’ll buy it for you right now.”

Blaine smiled. “I want to be wrapped up in that color forever and ever.” He bit his lip at the laugh it elicited.

“You are such a cornball.”

Blaine shrugged. “You love it Hummel.”

Kurt nodded and glanced over to him. The backwards cap with the tag still on it and the curls going awry was what made this boy so adorable. The silly smile, too. “Maybe a tiny a bit.”

Blaine watched closely as Kurt went back to what he was doing. Farrah was making a racket with a bunch of boxes towards the back, but he ignored her. “So you told Mikey you love him?”

Kurt smiled as he nodded. Mikey had been so distraught on the phone that morning. “I did. It’s because I do love the little guy.”

Blaine licked his lips, swaying on the bike as he leant in closer to Kurt’s ear. “I can’t wait to make you fall in love with me.”

Kurt bit his lip teasingly. He knew he was pink all the way to the tip of his ears but tried to deflect that with his next statement. “That might take years, Mr. BMX.”

Of course it wouldn’t. In all honesty, Kurt was still trying not to be ridiculous and stop falling so fast, because in actuality he was falling fast. This was nothing like the other times, either. This wasn’t a good crush on a hot guy he knew he had no shot with a day, not to mention forever, or whatever he had with Chandler which was probably a really strong friendship with awkward kisses. This was I can see me waking up next to you for a long time. This was it.

He couldn’t say that yet, though. Part of him knew he was still helping Blaine through this, and they had time.

Blaine smiled as he rocked back and forth on the black bike. “You’re so mean to me.”

Kurt laughed and shook his head. “I’m nice.” He put the pen down for now and moved the papers to a manila folder, “I share yogurt with you.”

“You taste so much better, though.”

Farrah cleared her throat loudly and both Blaine and Kurt turned to look at her. She continued to rifle through boards and Blaine only shook his head at the sight.

“You need help with something?”

He received no answer and rolled his eyes. Kurt smiled a little and shrugged, silently pleading with the look he gave Blaine that he’d leave it the hell alone. Thankfully, Blaine did, going back to their talk.

“Rude.”

“Baby,” Kurt smiled. Blaine winked and licked his lips.

“You do taste a lot better by the way.”

Kurt pulled the gloves off and shook his head. “I’m going to call this guy and let him know his bike is good, okay? We can go afterwards.”

Blaine nodded. “I’ll be with the boys then.”

Kurt smiled (and against his better judgment) allowed his boyfriend to lean in and peck him on the lips. Blaine stood up and dragged the bike back where he got it from, pulling out his phone and turning to see Kurt. “If someone says something to you,” he said clearly, “let me know.”

Farrah found the skateboard she was pretend looking for and smirked, not even looking up after hearing Blaine’s words. Kurt nodded to his boyfriend, hoping that they could leave it at that. After nodding in return, Blaine left the room and closed the door softly behind him. Kurt smiled, turning back to his desk and looking at his customer’s phone number. He could honestly say Blaine made him a little crazy, but he loved every bit of it.

He dialed the phone number and unfortunately, it rang 5 times before going to voicemail. Politely, he left a message letting them know to come and pick up whenever they were ready and hung up the phone.

“I’m leaving the silver mountain bike for a last name George,” he announced.

Farrah unboxed the skateboard and pulled it out, and Kurt glanced from her to his belongings as he prepared to leave. Whether or not she acknowledged him wasn’t a concern. Right now, his boyfriend was waiting and that’s pretty much all that mattered. He stood up and pulled the vest off, leaving it on the desk with his work gloves. Next, he walked to the sink along the opposite wall and washed his hands, trying not to yawn as he did so. Troubling Blaine with anything more wasn’t something he wanted to do, but his sleep wasn’t so great last night. He’d slept amazing in Blaine’s arms Saturday night, but the previous night he tossed and turned a lot. It was always better around Blaine he noticed, and honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Turning the water to the sink off, Kurt reached up for a few paper towels and dried his hands. Farrah left the trash she made there and got up as she went to exit the back. Of course, she did have to take advantage of the opportunity of Blaine leaving Kurt alone… and the bullshit warning he gave her was really something she laughed at.

As she walked past Kurt, she stopped when she saw him sliding a ring onto his right hand’s ring finger. The ring was silver; thick with some sort of pattern, but it did look familiar. She remembered seeing Blaine wear it before.

“What’s that?”

The voice startled Kurt because he wasn’t expecting her to say anything to him honestly, “Oh, um, it’s a ring Blaine gave me…” he turned to face her and gave the shorter girl a curious look. She appeared to have bitch mode turned off, if at all possible, “Why?”

Farrah shook her head to say it was nothing. “Was curious…” as she turned to leave, Kurt quirked an eyebrow, but quickly the girl turned back, “One more thing.”

Kurt looked at her.

“I guess he didn’t tell you about our date Saturday?” she held the skateboard against her body and Kurt continued to look at her.

“No, but I don’t need him to.”

Farrah nodded. “Well, we fucked. It was a challenge at first because the condoms kept breaking,” she smirked and Kurt stared at her, “He’s a lot bigger than I expected. But he made it work, and he fucked me. Then he said thank you and he left… I presume to you.”

Kurt stared at her as his bullshit radar flew off the charts. “That’s not true—“

“Listen, Kurt,” Farrah continued sincerely. Kurt found her green eyes looking straight into his. “I tried to tell his uncle about this yesterday. Blaine’s been with so many girls. I’m sure he’s bored and just wants to try something new, and I’m also sure since he’s been pursuing me for months he wanted to get it a good fuck out his system before he tried to bed you.”

Kurt twirled the ring around his finger as the girl shrugged.

“By all means, stay with Blaine. The sex was decent, I won’t lie. He at least catered to me first before he got his, so get a good fuck, Kurt, but do not fall in love.” Kurt watched the shorter girl as she elaborated, “That’s not what guys like Blaine are for, okay?” with that, she took a few steps backwards, glanced down to his ring, and shook her head before leaving. Kurt licked his lips and looked away. Everything was screaming at him to be afraid and to doubt what he had with Blaine, but his heart would not let him. He couldn’t question what they had anymore. Blaine had been so upfront with him about everything they ever spoke about and he’d be stupid and a bad boyfriend to doubt that.

Taking a deep breath and going over to his satchel, Kurt took another look at the ring and smiled softly before putting the strap over his head. Farrah was desperate at this point, he was sure of it, and because she was trying her hardest to mess with him, Kurt realized this would be an everyday thing.

When he stepped out into the open, Kurt went straight over to the computer and swiped his card for clock out. Blaine laughed at something David said and hit him in the chest, dodging the boy’s swing back. He turned around when Jeff shouted ‘Ohio!’ and smiled at his boyfriend.

Kurt smiled too, walking over to them. He looked to Jenna who was with a customer and told her he’d be back in an hour.

Blaine’s eyes went thin at the attitude of his boyfriend. Something was definitely wrong…

“Look what I bought you!” Jeff said, jumping in front of Blaine and pointing to the skateboard Farrah was ringing up. Unfortunately, skanky hands had to touch it since Jenna was preoccupied.

Kurt looked over to the skateboard Jeff pointed to and dropped his head in defeat, and Justin laughed, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.

“What?” Jeff asked. Blaine stepped from behind him and looked at his boyfriend, and when Kurt saw him he smiled as if everything were fine. He didn’t want Blaine to see he was aggravated by his coworker. They were dealing with enough already. He then looked to his skater friend with an adamant look.

“I’m not skating that thing,” Kurt said simply.

David smiled. “Should’ve got him a bike.”

Jeff frowned.

“Here,” Farrah said, putting Jeff’s credit card down and picking up her cell phone. Nick smirked as Jeff turned his sass up, walking to the counter and snatching his things away. He then held the board out to Kurt.

“Take it, Ohio.”

Kurt simply looked at the skateboard. He didn’t sign up for this when he hung out with them.

Blaine smiled and accepted it. It was purple and he knew his friends loved him. “Thank you, Jeff.”

Kurt looked at his boyfriend who gave him a pointed look. He then sighed and turned to a hopeful Jeff. “Thank you, Jeff.”

Jeff smiled, as did Justin behind him. “You’re welcome!”

Blaine took his hand, getting another glance at Kurt before he said goodbye to his friends. He cradled the skateboard in his free hand and gestured towards the door. “Text me later guys.”

“Where are you going?” Nick asked.

“I have something to handle but we’ll meet up after it rains.”

Nick nodded, hoping everything was alright. Of course, he knew better. “Ok dude.”

“Later dudes,” Justin said, waving. Kurt smiled and waved back.

“See you guys later.”

Blaine pushed the door open and Kurt snuck out past him, frowning at the darkening skies. Blaine followed behind him, observing as well. He dropped the skateboard to the ground and Kurt turned back to look at him. Blaine smirked.

“It’s not going to ride itself, sexy.”

Kurt bit his lip, smiling as he looked away. “You didn’t pay for that hat.”

Blaine reached up, forgetting it was on his head. “Oops.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Why are we walking this way?”

Blaine smiled, shaking his head and getting on the board himself. “I have a car for the day but it’s parked at Layla’s. I rode here with Nick and the guys.”

Kurt watched Blaine skating as he walked beside him. “That’s awesome. I’m about to pester my dad to buy me a car.”

Blaine smiled. “Ask him to get me one too.”

Kurt smirked, shaking his head and looking down at the ground. His boyfriend frowned, slowing down his riding and turning to him, “What did she say to you?”

“Not worth repeating, I promise,” Kurt said softly, smiling as he caught eyes with Blaine. “I’d rather talk about whatever it is bothering you.”

Blaine smiled and got really quiet, shaking his head. They continued to walk/skate, maybe slower than they should have been, but really there was no rush. The quicker they walked, the quicker Kurt would have to go back to work. Blaine didn’t want that, Kurt didn’t either. This was nice, though.

“Blaine…”

Kurt smiled as Blaine continued to skate, glancing back at him with a smirk. “Yes baby?” he answered.

Kurt moved closer. “You okay?”

Blaine shrugged, kicking himself further on the skateboard and stopping at the curb. He turned back and waited for Kurt who looked at him knowingly, pulling him closer and kissing him on the lips. Kurt smiled into it before pulling back.

“I’m fine.” Blaine told him.

Kurt shook his head, watching a couple joggers go by, “You aren’t.”

Blaine smiled, looking away. “I’m not.”

Kurt felt his heart break and sighed. “Babe… will you talk to me… please?”

Blaine nodded, taking Kurt’s hand and walking them across the street. “It’s just the shit last night with my mom and her boyfriend. It’s … I mean it’s nothing.”

Kurt listened, stroking the back of Blaine’s hand with his thumb, “What specifically?”

Blaine glanced up and said hello to his uncle’s friend. The man looked from him to Kurt, and then down to their linked hands with confusion, but smiled and said hello back. Kurt gave a half smile as well, waiting for Blaine to speak.

“I hated all of it to be honest with you.”

Kurt sighed. He did too. He could only imagine how hard it was for his boyfriend. He never really doubted himself. Kurt was pretty much sure that he liked boys; yeah he may’ve lied to protect himself, but he didn’t ever have to question what it was he wanted. Now Blaine and pretty much everyone that loved him was probably doing that for the hazel eyed teen. “Can I ask something serious?”

Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt closer and wrapping his arm around the boy’s shoulder. Kurt smiled and leant into him as they walked down Main Street. It did crazy things to him to know that Blaine didn’t care about them being seen. This was special in countless ways. “Yeah,” Blaine answered, holding  the skateboard against his side as they walked.

Kurt took a deep breath, staring down at their shoes and sneakers moving in sync. “Do you think that I’m turning you gay?”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Really, baby?”

Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand that was around his shoulders. “Do you?”

Blaine smiled, stopping at another don’t walk sign and waiting. “People don’t just turn gay.”

Kurt smiled. Thank god his boyfriend wasn’t a dumb ass. “I know that. I wanted to know if you knew that.”

Blaine smiled and shook his head. The sign turned to walk and Kurt pulled them forward, enjoying this. He couldn’t have this in Ohio, even if Chandler was remotely interested in PDA. He could have this here though, and with someone who wanted it with him. Blaine kissed his cheek as they made it to the sidewalk and shrugged a little, glancing around the dark neighborhood.

“I don’t know though. I don’t even feel gay.”

Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him and laughed. “What is feeling gay, Blaine?”

Blaine smiled, biting his lower lip. “Maybe I’m saying it wrong. But like… you know,” he turned to his boyfriend, “you know how you can look at Jus and say ‘wow… he has a nice body’? I never in my life thought that looking at him or any other dude. I never liked dudes’ bodies.”

Kurt laughed. “I think I get that.”

Blaine smiled. “All that shit… dudes with abs and what not,” Kurt laughed, shaking his head and Blaine went on, “I mean it’s not my thing. But with you, it’s weird, Kurt. Everything about you is beautiful and I want all of it.” Kurt stopped laughing as the tone changed. They caught eyes and Blaine resumed, “I don’t see you like I see other men or women, I see you as mine. Plain and simple. I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be mine.” He smiled and Kurt felt his heart light up at the thought of everything being said, “So Vic or anyone saying you’re making me gay is stupid as fuck.”

Kurt smiled, trying to calm himself a bit. “I don’t see why you’re upset then.”

Blaine nodded. “Does this confuse you?” He smiled when Kurt got confused at the question, then he motioned with skateboard in hand between the two of them. “Us, baby. Does this confuse you?”

Kurt smiled, shaking his head no. “At first it did. When we first kissed. Now, it feels like I imagine lo—like I imagine we’re supposed to,” Kurt said, quickly catching himself from what almost came out his mouth. Blaine missed it completely and nodded.

“So you want me now, right?”

Kurt gave him another odd look. “You know I want you… you’re scaring me…”

Blaine shook his head. “Don’t be scared. I just don’t want to lose you is all.”

Kurt sighed. “Stop thinking that way.”

“It’s hard.” Blaine told him. He noticed they weren’t far from Aunt Pam’s car as he lowered his hand to Kurt’s waist, “It’s so funny you know? That I can count all the material things I have won and smile. I can look at them and be proud of what I accomplished. But now,” he shook his head and Kurt looked at him, studying his face, “I’m losing the things that actually matter—the people I should say. I’m losing my mother, and as long as she’s with him I want nothing to do with her.”

“You don’t mean that,” Kurt told him. He frowned when Blaine shrugged, feigning disinterest. “She’s your rock, just like you told me. You need her, babe.”

“You’re my rock now,” Blaine answered honestly. He looked Kurt in the eyes, “I just don’t want to lose you like I’ve lost all else.”

“I’m not, Blaine. She is your rock. She lost what you lost and she knows the pain you feel—“ Kurt was cut off by his sarcastic boyfriend who smirked.

“She found someone awfully quick don’t you think?”

Blaine didn’t regret it. He hated that his mother moved on so quickly, and he hated everything that was happening. Kurt didn’t answer because honestly, Blaine knew there was nothing to say.

“C’mon baby,” Kurt looked up again and Blaine continued, “they died when I was 14. Now I’m turning 17 and she’s already pregnant and getting ready to walk down the aisle with a guy I hate—a man who probably won’t let me see my little brother or sister, who honestly I’m terrified will look like Ariel, and I’m not read for any of this.” For a second, Blaine stopped to take a breath. Kurt listened carefully, “My rock broke my heart ages ago, Kurt. And I just want you to tell me you won’t.”

“Blaine,” Kurt began but Blaine shook his head.

“I—You don’t have to tell me that. That’s not fair of me to ask.”

Kurt looked at him and stopped in the middle of the path, the couple now close to the diner. Blaine sighed, looking down the block but leaving his hand wrapped around Kurt’s body.

“Listen,” Kurt began, “what we have is something I’ve literally dreamed about having with someone. I can honestly admit I didn’t think I’d feel this way for someone until I was a ‘grown up’.”

Blaine smiled.

“But I come here, and here you are, and you’re everything in a totally unexpected package, and I’m fucking happy, Blaine.” Kurt smiled as he looked into the boy’s eyes. Blaine gave a brilliant smile back. “I’m happy. You do that for me, and I can only hope to do the same for you—“

“You do.”

“Then I’m proud,” Kurt told him, “but, I also need to say that giving up on other people you love and resting all the weight on me isn’t going to help. I’d love to be everything for you, as perfect as that sounds, but until I get there, and it’s going to take time both ways,” Blaine nodded his understanding, “until we get there, we’re going to need help from the other people we love.”

Blaine smiled. “You’re really beautiful.”

Kurt rolled his eyes away and grinned, blushing like mad. “Call me crazy, but I don’t think your mother is going to give up on you. She dealt with her hurt in a different way that we might’ve liked, yeah—“

“I’d say—“

Kurt wrapped his hands around Blaine’s neck again and smiled, “but, you are her son. That’s not changing.”

Blaine shrugged.

Kurt smiled at him. “I think you should try and talk to her.”

Blaine shook his head no and Kurt sighed. Blaine found it adorable. He’d need to annoy him more often.

“Not now then,” Kurt said, “but you should before this gets worse. You need her.”

Blaine sighed, looking away and leading Kurt a few more yards over to the diner. He walked into the parking lot and leant against the black sedan, pulling Kurt closer by the waist, “I will. Eventually.”

Kurt smiled. “Promise?”

Blaine nodded with a laugh, looking off into the busy streets. “I promise baby.” When he turned around, he smiled because Kurt was smiling back at him. Blaine pulled him closer and puckered his lips as their foreheads touched, slowly moving forward until their lips together. Kurt laughed into the kiss because Blaine could be so silly at times, but he did eventually pull away to look into those hazel eyes, linking his arms around his boyfriend’s neck.

Blaine stayed quiet, not wanting to ruin this precious moment with trivial words. He just wanted to keep looking into the blues and greens in the beauty across from him, and smile every time Kurt would blush and look down. Tightening his hold on Kurt’s waist, Blaine relaxed against the car and held Kurt closely, simply looking at the boy he was crazy about. He was certain Kurt had no idea just how much of a rock he was for him already. Kurt placed his forehead on Blaine’s again and smiled when their noses touched.

“We’re going to have to let go at some point,” he whispered with a teasing smirk. Blaine let out a breath but gently shook his head no. He didn’t want to let go. He couldn’t if he wanted to.

“Never letting you go.” he responded softly. With the words, he broke into a small, half-smile, dropping the skateboard beside them and wrapping his other hand around Kurt. Kurt’s eyes drifted closed for a second, but opened to find Blaine’s own focused on his, gold and true, filled with adoration and honesty. They smiled at each other and Kurt licked his lips nervously, the words never letting you go ringing in his head.

“Perfect,” he told Blaine almost breathlessly. Blaine kept his lock on Kurt’s eyes strong, though he had the slightest, proudest smile, “because I’ve never felt safer than I do right now.” The younger told him.

That alone was enough to make Blaine want him even closer, and the idea that even in the midst of what he was facing with his own family, he could make someone else feel comfort was one that liberated him. The best part about all of it was when he held Kurt… hell, when he even so much as looked at his boyfriend, he felt safe too. It felt a little like love, really.

Whoa.

Blaine smiled at his own thoughts, shaking his head of them and laughing a bit. Because of his actions, Kurt started laughing too, but more in confusion than because of whatever Blaine was. “What’s wrong with you, silly?”

Blaine shrugged at him, ignoring the skeptical look he received. “Nothing. Everything is right, actually.”

Kurt grinned, carding his fingers through hair at the nape of his boyfriend’s neck. Both seemingly forgot that they were in the diner’s parking lot, leaning against a car and having private Kurt-Blaine time, though it was hard to care when no one else existed right now. “We are such an old married couple, Anderson.”

Blaine felt his cheeks heating up at the thought. “I’m perfectly okay with that.” He leant forward for a kiss, smiling when a certain blue eyed boy met him half way, and tightening his hold around the slim waist when Kurt softly took his lower lip between his own. They both stayed just like that for a second, almost melting from the perfection of their closeness and enjoying everything about the way their lips touched. Blaine exhaled through his nose as he deepened the kiss, moving his lips slowly until Kurt did the same.

This continued for a couple minutes or so longer; the lovely kisses, Blaine trying to pull Kurt even closer, Kurt’s thumb stroking his boyfriend’s cheek as they moved their lips. If it wasn’t for a rain drop falling down and splashing onto Kurt’s cheek, they definitely would’ve still been lost in the moment. But once that happened, he pulled back with a flustered, adorable smile, and Blaine groaned in clear discontent. Then, he was hit with a couple drops on his arm and decided it was probably time to go. He acknowledged they did leave the sports shop for a reason.

“I guess we’ll get going.” he said.

Kurt smirked, pulling his bag up and over his head and after a struggle, freeing himself from Blaine’s death grip. “C’mon, sweetie. Do you know what you’re grabbing?”

Blaine stood up off the car and shook his head at the way Kurt bent over to pick up the skateboard. Seeing him bent over in front of him was the ultimate god damn. “Um, I’m getting… getting clothes and,” Kurt stood back up, now cradling the skateboard and his bag. Blaine licked his lips as he fished in his pockets for the car keys, “and the yogurt,” he wiggled his eyebrows and Kurt smirked, opening the rear passenger side door and sliding the things in. Blaine shook his head as he stared at Kurt bending over again and took a deep breath. “My guitar,” he continued, “video games, sneakers… the necessities.”

Kurt smiled as he closed the door. “Yupp. Necessities,” he teased. Blaine hummed into the kiss he got and smiled, all before watching Kurt climb into the passenger side.

It was drizzling a little quicker now as Blaine tossed his keys into the air and caught them, walking over to the driver’s side. He hopped in next to his boyfriend and smiled, leaning in for another quick kiss just because he could.  He’d never get enough of how Kurt still blushed no matter what. It was something he loved.

Because his boyfriend refused to go back on his side of the car, Kurt granted him one more kiss before pushing the curly haired teen away. Blaine laughed, shaking his head and reaching for his seat belt, both boys clicking theirs in at the same time. One last time, they caught eyes and smiled before Blaine turned the key in the ignition. Kurt stuck his tongue out and looked away with a smirk, and Blaine bit his lip as they backed out of the parking lot. He could get used to this.

….

“David hurry up.”

David finally picked a pair of elbow and knee pads, rolling his eyes at Nick. He didn’t like to be rushed. “I’m almost done.”

Justin rocked back and forth on his heels as he looked at the rain coming down outside. Not only could he not practice, but he also couldn’t surf. Today would be torture.

Jeff sat on the floor of the shop texting his girlfriend. He watched David finally make his way over to Jenna’s register before switching focus to Nick; the brunette exhausted and more than ready to leave. Next, he looked at Farrah whom he grew to dislike more and more with the seconds going by; the girl flipping her hair popping her gum and shit she was an annoying attention fiend. With a smirk, he turned to Justin who looked a bit like a lost puppy, watching him stare out the window.

“Jus, bro.”

Justin turned back and smiled down at his friend. “Sup?”

Jeff gave him a conniving smile. “I’m thirsty. How about you?”

Nick watched David point out an elastic bracelet to Jenna, motioning through the glass counter. Something he was sure the brown skinned boy did not need. He rolled his eyes, sighing and turning back to the magazine.

Justin shrugged. He was kind of thirsty he guessed. “Sure.”

Jeff stretched out his long legs and with a head nod, motioned to Farrah. “If only there was a person here who gave away free soda.”

David snorted, pulling out some cash. Farrah looked up from her phone and across the room to Jeff, who did nothing to give her any eye contact.

“What kind of soda?” Nick asked with a smile, his eyes still on the magazine.

“Coke!” Jeff said obviously. “Coke is the best… if only there was someone here whose house you could go to for a free coke!”

Jenna quirked an eyebrow at them all, smirking at David’s contagious laughter. Justin simply smirked and turned away, ignoring his laughing friends and looking back out the window. This time, however, there were a couple girls across the street running through the rain. They were probably his age, and probably got caught at the beach as people often did when they refused to believe the weather forecast. He smiled a little at how they laughed gleefully though, taking refuge under a store sign for a moment and catching their breath, all before running off again. Justin watched one of them in particular, trying to remember where he’d seen her from. He was a sucker for the tan complexion and beautiful dark hair, and she looked just the height to not make him feel like the Iron Giant, unlike her friend who had to be six inches shorter at least.

“Justin…”

The blonde turned back and saw David smiling at him knowingly. He motioned outside with a head nod as Nick and Jeff looked at him pointedly. “We’re getting out of here.”

Justin nodded, waving bye to Jenna and pushing the door open. David pulled his beanie further over his head to shield against the rain and wheeled his new bike outside, looking back to make sure Jeff had his other shit. “I’ll meet you guys at your place?”

Nick nodded to him, unlocking his car door. “Cool. Text us.”

Justin watched the girl stop before turning the corner. She looked in their direction and smiled softly when she saw him. Justin smiled back, but then the girl’s friend came back and dragged her along. He smiled softly when they were out of view and shook his head, looking back to his friends. They smiled at him knowingly—Nick humming a ‘bow chicka wow wow’ but Justin rolled his eyes.

“Let’s get out of here douche bags.”

….

The couple barely made it up the stairs.

When Kurt’s back hit the wall next to Blaine’s bedroom, he reached out and laced his fingers into the boy’s t-shirt, dragging him closer. Blaine bit his lip, grabbing Kurt by the hips and holding him against the wall. They locked eyes and stared at one another intensely; Blaine licking his lips and Kurt trying not to moan when the elder attacked his neck. He let his head fall back against the wall and his eyes drift close, fingers tightening their hold against Blaine as the boy’s tongue swiped teasingly over a sensitive spot beneath his jaw line.

Blaine began to nip at the flesh there with his teeth, noting how Kurt gasped when he teased certain places and the little whines when he sucked on his earlobe. He breathed hotly against his ear and Kurt shivered. His hands slid down to squeeze Kurt’s ass and the boy thrust forward. Blaine processed all this information and reveled in it, closing his eyes and pressing his hips into Kurt’s groin. Holding him in place, Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder and very slowly grinded himself forward.

“Oh shit,” Kurt’s left hand left his boyfriend’s shirt and flew up to the curly hair. He opened his eyes only to have them roll back when Blaine exhaled, relaxing his hips and grinding forward again. They both tensed; it felt amazing. Blaine shut his eyes tightly, trying not to forget to breathe as he slowly thrust against Kurt again. He felt himself getting harder and was so turned on when he could feel Kurt’s dick touching his, unfortunately through his boyfriend’s skin tight jeans, and through his cargos. It was nice, it was sexy, and they were still fully dressed. Imagine getting him out of his clothes, Blaine thought. 

Kurt moaned this time as he tightened his grip in his boyfriend’s dark head of hair, and Blaine loved it. He snapped his hips forward again, squeezing roughly on Kurt’s ass as he managed the pace. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Kurt…” he growled in a register lower than usual. The tone went straight to his boyfriend’s cock and Kurt found himself trying to thrust forward, completely spent but definitely needing more contact. The only problem was that Blaine had him trapped against the wall in the hallway and he the elder was maintaining the pace. Though that was hardly a problem.

“Kurt,” Blaine said into his shoulder. Kurt moaned, exhaling against his ear as he tried to pull Blaine even closer. Before he knew it, he was being hoisted into the air and his legs were wrapped around Blaine’s waist. Kurt opened his eyes and saw Blaine placing his hands against the wall above them for leverage as he grinded forward. “I’m so fucking hard,” Blaine told him, whispering it into his neck.

Kurt’s lips were dry. He couldn’t move—he couldn’t do anything but let Blaine do what he was doing and enjoy how amazing it felt… one thing was for sure, Blaine was hard as he grinded into his ass and Kurt thought he’d lose his mind.

The elder kissed his boyfriend’s cheek and the blue eyed teen let his eyes close again. “You—“ they were interrupted by the sound of Blaine’s ringtone going off.

You just put your lips together

And you come real close

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Here we go

Blaine dramatically let his head fall against Kurt’s shoulder as the phone continued to ring. Kurt caught his breath and tried to come down from his high, smiling a little at the situation they were in.

“You better take that anyway,” Kurt told him, loosening the leg lock he had around Blaine’s waist. The boy sighed and pulled back a little, allowing his boyfriend to slide his legs down and stand back up. Both smiled at each other before Blaine reached for his phone.

“It’s Mikey’s school,” Blaine said with a quirked eyebrow. Kurt looked at him a little bit concerned as Blaine took the call.

“Hello?”

He licked lips as he listened, looking down at the ground with a smirk and shaking his head. Kurt watched him and smiled himself, though he stood awkwardly, cursing the tightness of his jeans.

“Yes, I’ll be there for him in a couple hours.” Blaine glanced up at Kurt and rolled his eyes, gesturing to the call. Kurt bit his lip into a smile, wondering what the little guy had gotten himself into this time. His eyes then trailed down to Blaine’s now stretched t-shirt and he blushed. Blaine caught him and smirked, scratching at his curly hair.

“Thank you Mrs. Mandarin. See you soon.”

He hung up and shook his head, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Your little love seems to be complaining of all sorts of ailments so I can pick him up.” Blaine began, smiling as he glanced into Kurt’s eyes, “First his head was hurting at circle time, then his heart when they were picking monitors for the day, all until it was time to color,” Kurt giggled and Blaine smiled even wider, “at story time his knee started bothering him but when she called they were preparing for snack time. Now, he’s perfectly fine again.”

Kurt laughed as he rested his head against the wall. “He’s such a little drama king, isn’t he?”

Blaine smirked. “You have no idea…” trailing off, his eyes ran the length of his boyfriend’s body. Kurt bit his lip as he watched, trying not to laugh at the flirt he got to call his, “now where were we?” Blaine asked seductively.

“I have to get back to work eventually,” Kurt told him, smiling and pushing him off when Blaine tried to pin him against the wall once more, “we can’t go too far…”

Blaine rolled his eyes. That idea was something he wasn’t on board with—the whole not finishing what they started a few minutes back. “C’mon, Hummel,” he gave that sexy smile, tilting his head to the side, and Kurt bit his lip as they caught eyes. Blaine loved it when he did that. “Let’s do homo shit all over Vic and my mom’s bed.”

Kurt smirked, rolling his eyes and walking into Blaine’s room. Blaine watched him stand up off the wall and go, smiling deviously as he followed. “Or we can do it in here…”

“Let me help you pack,” Kurt replied, twirling around in the room as he smiled. “There’s a lot in here.”

Blaine nodded. “I’m not taking everything. I can always get that stuff later… for now, I’m going to focus on a few things.”

Kurt nodded in return, watching as Blaine went into his closet and pulled out a couple backpacks. One was actually a grey duffle bag, and the other, which Blaine tossed to him, was a North Face book bag that Kurt discovered still had some notes in it from when school ended. He smiled and looked around the room. “So what do I get?”

Blaine started tossing clothes onto his bed, “you can get all the video games in my media center so you can play with me.”

Kurt walked to the center of the room and knelt on ground, grabbing games. He shook his head at the sports ones, making note to hide those when he could. The rest seemed fine. “I can definitely take you in Mario Kart, babe.”

Blaine laughed a little, dragging sneaker boxes out the closet as well. “I’m the king in all things Mario. Don’t bother embarrassing yourself.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “So cocky, Mr. BMX.”

Blaine glanced back at him and smiled.

Kurt moved to the next row and began to pack things. As he put a few things inside, he caught a glimpse of the ring on his finger. “So, I’m ready to hear the story.”

Blaine closed the closet door and went over to his laptop, packing it and the charger. “What’s this story you’re ready to hear?”

“You know,” Kurt zipped up the bag and stood up, checking the weight of it. “This beautiful, definitely incredibly expensive silver ring that you told me to wear… what’s the deal?”

Blaine licked his lips, “It’s titanium.”

“Even more money, then.” Kurt said with a smirk. “The story? You said I could hear it at lunch and technically—“

“We’re not sitting down and relaxing, though.” Blaine told him, moving around the room and gathering little things, “We’re moving me out the home of my let down of a mom and her homophobic asshole fiancé. I’d much rather tell you when we have a moment of sanity. So you’ll have to wait until later.”

“I feel like later is never going to come.” Kurt smiled, watching his boyfriend work. “It’s just going to be ‘wear this mysterious ring forever and ever without explanation.’” Blaine smirked and Kurt continued, “I could be married for all I know. This probably constitutes matrimony in some cultures.”

Blaine laughed a bit, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you later.”

Kurt smiled, giving up. He instead turned back around and looked at the photo of Blaine with his father. Behind it, he could see what he assumed to be a family portrait; Clarissa, Blaine’s dad, an older guy he didn’t recognize, Blaine, and an adorable little girl who had to be Ariel. She looked a lot like the older guy in the photo actually, same piercing blue eyes and smile… she was beautiful.

“Baby,” Blaine called out, watching him, “You can just grab those photos for me.” Kurt turned back to see if he was serious but Blaine wasn’t looking at him now, “I just need to take a few trips to load up the car and then we can go to your place. I know it’s a busy lunch break but I appreciate it,”

Kurt turned back to the pictures and picked them up before shouldering Blaine’s book bag. “I don’t mind. You’d do it for me.”

Blaine smiled. “Damn straight.”

“Well,” Kurt held the photo frames carefully, “I’m going to put this in the car. Want me to come back up?”

Blaine dragged the duffle bag across the bed after he packed it to the max. “I got it babe. Relax yourself.”

Kurt went over to him and leant in for a kiss, Blaine gladly meeting half way. It was chaste but just as special as any other one they shared, and Blaine pouted harder than he ever did when his boyfriend withdrew.

“I’ll be in the car.” Kurt winked and exited, and Blaine licked his lips, staring at that ass while the boy left. Best part of all was all that was his.

Exactly seven minutes later, Blaine was starting up the black Charger with a car load of shit in the trunk, and his beautiful guitar hanging out with Kurt’s satchel and skateboard in the back seat. Kurt and his wet-from-the-rain shirt that clung to physique in a way Blaine could appreciate sat in the passenger seat, messing with the radio and looking as perfect as he always did. Blaine pulled off onto the wet road, yielding for traffic as he went along.

They didn’t speak much. It was a comfortable silence that Kurt felt Blaine needed at the moment, and Blaine didn’t seem to mind it. His mind was a lot of places right now with him saying goodbye to one of his favorite places for a while, and he knew it’d be hard not to speak to his mom. Truth be told, he really loved her, and he realized that she wasn’t behaving rudely towards Kurt the night before. That didn’t change the fact that she still went to bed with that jackass who did…

Kurt was messing around on his cell phone when Blaine glanced over at him. Because they were stopped at a red light, Blaine figured he could bother the hell out of him until the traffic light turned green.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing Bejeweled.”

Blaine smiled, tapping the steering wheel. He adjusted the speed of the windshield wipers when the rain started to come down harder. “Are you going to accept me as your boyfriend on Facebook?”

He didn’t get an answer right away and Blaine glanced to him for a moment before the light turned green. He shook his head at the hesitation and cautiously pulled off.

“Ok. I guess that’s a no.”

Kurt put his phone on sleep and took a quick breath. He really wanted to be able to broadcast how happy he was on Facebook, and everywhere for that matter, and he wanted his friends to be happy for him, but Kurt had no doubt they wouldn’t understand. He didn’t think this was the option that they should take. “It’s not a no,” he finally said, but Blaine was already ignoring him.

“You’re ashamed of me,” he said with a shrug. Kurt turned left to face him and Blaine was shaking his head.

“Blaine… you’re crazy if you think I’m ashamed of you. I’d just rather us introduce my new beautiful boyfriend who I am ridiculously proud to call mine in person than have them find out through Facebook…”

Blaine smirked. “Just tell Charlie you’ve already found a boyfriend.”

“It’s not because of him.” Kurt said seriously. Blaine signaled right, steadily shaking his head. His annoyance could be seen all over his face.

“It is because of him,” the elder said. “It’s fine though. We can wait.”

Kurt looked at him a moment or two longer and his boyfriend paid him no attention. It wasn’t only because he was driving, but because didn’t want think about having to stay hidden because of the feeling of some stupid ex-boyfriend. The younger looked away and out the window. “You’re mad at me.”

Blaine only smiled.

Kurt glanced over to him and rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s smirk. Blaine reached his free hand up and wrapped it around Kurt’s chair.

“Mercedes knows, Blaine, and I actually for some reason believe her when she says she won’t say anything about how quickly I’ve moved on.”

“So what you moved on fast? At least it’s with a guy who’s good to you and will give you nothing less than what you deserve.”

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend’s words. “I know. I’m crazy about you, Blaine, and I know they’ll see that one day soon. I don’t think if we come out on Facebook it’ll happen, because you will still have chicks posting on your wall and commenting all over pictures and then there’ll be me, saying we’re together.” Blaine stopped at a stop sign and turned to face him, “And god forbid one of them says something to upset you or gets defensive on my behalf. It’ll be a bunch of conflict that can be avoided. They won’t trust you right off the bat like I trust you.”

Blaine could understand that, he guessed. “Ok. But admit part of it is because you’re protecting his feelings.”

Kurt smiled, shaking his head. “Part of it is because I don’t want to seem like a dick to Chandler, sweetie.”

“What’s the happiest this guy has ever made you?” Blaine cruised through a quiet block, smiling at the incredulous laugh of his boyfriend as they travelled.

“Are we really going to do this, honey?”

The rain poured down hard against the vehicle as Blaine nodded. Kurt smiled.

“I don’t know… he was sweet. He sang me a song he wrote in the choir room once. That made me pretty happy.”

Blaine nodded. Thoughts of anyone else singing to Kurt beside him wasn’t a thought he liked, whether or not he was with someone before him. These moments were only supposed to be theirs in Blaine’s eyes. “Did the song have anything to do with forcing hand jobs on unsuspecting victims?”

Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled. He was going to regret telling him this.

“It’s obvious you care about him.”

Kurt sighed and turned to face him. Naturally, Blaine wasn’t looking at him, focusing on the road and awaiting a response. “He’s my friend, babe, and he almost cried when I broke it off.” Blaine snorted but Kurt ignored him, “I didn’t feel what he felt, and I think that’s what makes me feel worse about actually being happier with a boy I’ve known two minutes in comparison to him.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Blaine told him. “It is what it is.”

“I understand that,” Kurt said with a smile, “but I also have a heart. I’m putting myself in his shoes…. If you and I dated for almost three months and suddenly I moved and had a new guy a week later, would you feel some way?”

Yes.

“There’s a big difference between him and I,” Blaine said instead. He turned onto their street and continued to drive.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow, his curiosity heightened. “What’s that?”

Blaine pulled into the driveway and parked the car, turning the engine off and sitting back. The soft music disappeared at the action and all that could be heard was loud, pelting rain. “Well for one, I’m not a dumb ass. I’m going to make you feel loved and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you’re happy when you’re with me. I don’t think you were happy, Kurt. I think you were settling for him.”

Kurt looked down at his hands, playing with the phone in them. He was settling. He didn’t think he could do better at McKinley, and as horrible as that sounded it wasn’t just that. It was that he knew Chandler was sweet and he deserved a chance. They deserved to see where it could go. It didn’t get anywhere, but at least they knew.

“If you had to move, I don’t know how easily I’d let you go. I admit that. You’re not like what’s her face that went to Vegas. I’d probably move heaven and earth so that we could make it work because Kurt, this isn’t a mistake. You’re here for a reason and I need you.”

Well shit. Kurt didn’t have much time to process the words because Blaine was speaking again, but he did gather that Blaine was definitely right about the ‘making you fall in love with me’ thing he’d said earlier. The things he said… it just sent Kurt places he’d never been.

“But if you wanted to go baby,” Blaine continued, “I’d hate it, I’d tell you that you are wrong, and let you know I wouldn’t be able to do it, but I’d let it happen. I respect you enough for that. There’d be no raping you with my hand like he tried to.”

Kurt laughed after hearing the latter, rolling his eyes at the words, “Can we not bring that up ever again?”

Blaine ignored him, “And if you wanted or needed something, you could come to me. Anything,” he told him, almost growling it as they locked eyes. Kurt subconsciously wet his lips. That was definitely something he couldn’t get from his ex.

“I acknowledge the differences,” he began, “but I just want to point out the fact that you would still hate it if I did something like that.”

Blaine nodded, “I would hate it.”

Kurt took a breath and undid his seatbelt, “So, instead of coming out on Facebook, I’d rather us do it in front of them so they can see how much you mean to me.”

Blaine smirked, nodding his head. “I wouldn’t mind doing it in front of them either. I didn’t know you were into exhibitionism baby.”

Kurt smirked, rolling his eyes. “I’m not dignifying that with a response, but I would like a kiss if you don’t mind.”

Blaine didn’t mind. He unbuckled his seat belt and leant in closer. “Gladly.”

….

Blaine ran into his uncle’s house and grabbed a couple umbrellas for each of them. He gave one to Kurt and the teen carried some of Blaine’s things up to his room, organizing it against his corner wall in the meantime. At least until Blaine could explain what was going on to his aunt and uncle. Blaine brought his things up in a few trips and when he was done, Kurt smirked at the boy collapsing on his bed.

“Long day, huh?”

Blaine smiled and nodded, looking up at Kurt’s ceiling. “How much time do we have left?”

Kurt went to sit down next to him, grabbing his boyfriend’s left arm and looking down at his watch. “I have about 15 minutes.” he smiled at Blaine’s sigh and lay down next to him for a second, “Which probably means we should get going now.”

Blaine nodded. He still wanted to stop somewhere so Kurt could pick up something to eat and take it back with him. “If you don’t spend the night with me tonight, I’m going to be so mad at you.”

Kurt smiled. “I told you I’d ask honey.”

Blaine shifted focus from the ceiling to the boy to his right, lying beside him, “Even if he says no, I want you to sneak out.”

Kurt smirked. “That’s the quickest way to get me grounded and you viewed as a negative influence on me.”

Blaine smiled. “The man works the whole day. How much could he really ground you?”

Kurt bit his lip before smiling. “Ok. You bring about a good point.”

Blaine made the ‘of course I do because I’m smart’ face before he leant in a little closer. Kurt rolled his eyes playfully, but did lean in as well. Adorably, the couple bumped foreheads; smiling before their lips met. Blaine pulled away first, only because he knew he wouldn’t be able to reign himself in if this went any further. Softly but extremely seriously, he whispered against Kurt’s lips, “Remind me to pick up condoms later.”

Kurt smiled but rolled away. He was such a douche. That reminded him though… “You never did tell me about the sexy date you had with Farrah,” he teased. Blaine rolled his eyes, moving to follow him until they were flush together again.

“What sexy date?”

Kurt smiled a little as he now looked up at his ceiling. This room could use a nice paint job, something to liven it up a bit. Maybe shades of green… like the ones that sometime appeared in a certain someone’s eyes. “The passionate night you shared Saturday.”

Blaine smirked. Passion. Yeah, sure. “She got mad at me for texting you, and then we had words.”

Kurt laughed a little. “Who says ‘had words’?”

Blaine ignored him to continue. Silly boyfriend. “The girl felt I should give her all my time and not text other females, especially when I’m with her.” Blaine shook his head, continuing when Kurt gave him eye contact, “I told her I wasn’t talking to girls, I was talking to you. That only made her flip out even harder.”

Kurt listened. That was a million times more believable than the joke Farrah cooked up. “She told me you fucked her after you left the back room earlier.”

Blaine opened his eyes at the words, staring into Kurt’s again. The younger teen felt his boyfriend tense. “Did you believe that?”

Kurt shook his head no, sitting up and rubbing Blaine along the arm. “No.”

“Did you believe it?” Blaine asked again, sitting up as well. “Be honest.”

“No.” Kurt told him again, making sure their eyes were focused on each other’s. “I didn’t. I don’t.”

Blaine exhaled, pretty much elated to know that Kurt trusted him. It seemed that no one else did and what he feared most was a person planting seeds of doubt into his boyfriend’s mind. He really needed Kurt around, more than his mind could understand. “Just another person I have to worry about fucking with you I see.”

Kurt smiled softly, rubbing his hand up the length of Blaine’s forearm. “I guess I should get used to it.” he shrugged and shook his head. “I’m sure she’s one of many.”

Blaine tensed at the words, switching his gaze from his things along the wall to Kurt beside him. Kurt’s heart dropped when he realized the way that came out and he quickly retracted. The hurt on Blaine’s face kind of stabbed him in the heart.

“I… that came out wrong,” he pleaded with his eyes and Blaine shrugged, standing up from the bed. Kurt’s hand dropped and he frowned at his boyfriend’s next words.

“Whatever. I should probably get you back to work.” He started towards the door, grabbing his keys off Kurt’s dresser along the way. Kurt sighed as he looked at him.

“Blaine…”

“It’s cool.” Blaine opened the door wider and motioned out with a head nod. “Let’s go.”

Kurt sighed but stood up. Now he felt like shit. The way he said it sounded so differently from the way he actually meant it. They both knew it was true… Blaine would have tons of naysayers that tried to deflect them from being together. People were still used to the Blaine Kurt only got a glimpse of— who to be honest was the same guy, just before he found what he was looking for. He didn’t mean to make it sound like thousands of girls were with Blaine, and he was really sorry for the way it came out.

When they reached the car, Kurt sighed and closed his umbrella before getting in. “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean—“

Blaine shook his head. “Can you stop apologizing?”

“Not until you’re not mad at me.” Kurt watched his boyfriend start the car and looked for any signs that he was fine. “Please…? I didn’t mean it like that, Blaine.”

“I am not mad at you, Kurt Hummel.” Blaine turned to him and once he saw the sincerity on Kurt’s face, he couldn’t help but break into a soft smile. “Don’t stress yourself over nothing. I just hate what you have to go through.”

“You’re worth it,” Kurt said with no hesitation. “I trust you, remember? I just don’t want you upset.”

Blaine nodded. “I’m glad you trust me. I know it’s hard but I’m yours, Kurt.”

Kurt smiled. “Still trying to figure out how you’re real.”

“I ask the same about you,” He turned the music on the radio up a bit. Katy Perry. This was his jam. “Where do you want to eat?”

Kurt sighed and looked out the window. “Do we even have time? You know I have to be back soon.”

Blaine glanced over to the beach. “I know… but I promised you lunch. I’ll just stop somewhere and get something to take out for you. What would you like?”

Kurt thought for a minute before finally answering. “I’ll take one of your strombolis.”

Blaine smiled at him. They weren’t far from his favorite place. “Awesome.”

In silence, they rode quietly. The pop station played and Blaine drummed along the steering wheel to the beat, and Kurt would smile over at him every so often.

It may sound cheesy, but cheesy or not, Kurt’s heart went through the roof whenever he was with him.

Once they pulled up in front of the little restaurant, Blaine double parked and smiled at his boyfriend, quickly stealing a kiss. “I’ll only be a minute.”

Kurt smiled back at him, just as widely. “Okay.”

….

Kurt had his food in hand and his bag over his shoulder when Blaine dropped him back in front of Odyssey Sports, about 10 minutes late, but the 10 minutes docked from his pay would be worth it. He smiled softly at a pouty Blaine who didn’t want him to go before leaning in for a long, rather perfect kiss.

“See you later.”

Blaine licked his lips, still leaning over into the passenger side as he looked his boyfriend up and down. “Let me walk you to the door.”

Kurt smiled, shrugging slightly. “If you want.”

The rain wasn’t so bad so Kurt neglected the umbrella and quickly went over to take shelter beneath the store’s overhead sign. He only got a little wet and smiled as Blaine shook his head, walking over and standing directly in front of him.

“So I’m going to go hang out with the boys at Nick’s place for a while, then I’ll pick up Mikey, find a way to keep him entertained, and by then you should be off.”

Kurt nodded. “I may have to do overtime to make up for the hours I’ll be missing Wednesday with preliminaries and all.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “I hate that idea.”

Kurt smiled. “You don’t think I do?”

Blaine knew he did. “I don’t want you to work later.”

“Well,” Kurt said, “It’s either that, or I work all day tomorrow, or Thursday before we go to New York. I don’t want to let Don down.”

Blaine sighed. Kurt and his stupid morals. “Fine. How many hours do you want to put in?”

Kurt smiled, resting his hand on his boyfriend’s toned chest. “I guess 3 should help me get enough done.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “That’s way too much.”

“Or all day tomorrow…” he reminded him, and Blaine shook his head.

“Fine. Three.”

Kurt smiled. “See you about 5 then.”

Blaine nodded. He smiled at the kiss Kurt gave him but frowned when he walked away. Once that happened though, he saw Farrah and Jenna watching them from inside, the former with a hateful look. Memories of what Kurt told him earlier came flooding back and he shook his head, grabbing the boy’s hand and yanking him back. Kurt yelped out in shock, letting go of the shop’s door and almost dropping his food in the process.

“What are you doing?”

Without warning, Blaine pressed him into the shop’s glass window and attacked his lips. Kurt’s eyes went wide as his boyfriend cupped his face with both of his hands, shoving his tongue far down his throat and absolutely dominating his mouth. He moaned, trying to regain activity of his limbs, but Blaine pulled away with a smirk, eyeing his boyfriend and wiping his mouth suggestively.

“I’ll be here at 5 on the dot, k Hummel?”

Kurt’s mouth was still in an ‘o’ shape but he nodded anyway, watching Blaine lick his lips and smile before sauntering away. Once he was in the car and pulling off, Kurt took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to shake off the god damn and return back to work as scheduled.

When he entered the store, he rolled his eyes at Jenna’s grin that took up her entire face, and licked his lips when he saw Farrah. The girl never looked angrier, and he’d seen her wear some pretty bitchy looks before. This was absolutely perfect though. She tried to fuck with them and Blaine just pretty much let her know that they couldn’t be fucked with through that kiss he just gave him.

“Sorry I’m late,” he announced, walking to the back register to clock back in, “I lost track of time.”

Jenna smiled even wider and walked over to him. “I don’t know how you went from he’s totally straight to he’s totally lusting for me but I love it Kurt. Teach me your ways!”

Farrah rolled her eyes and went to her register. “I really hope it’s strictly a fuck, Kurt. Otherwise you will be utterly disappointed.” She clocked out for lunch as she waited for a response. Jenna shook her head at the words.

“It looks like love to me.” Jenna said in protest.

“What do you know?” Farrah quipped back.

“More than you,” Kurt told her in defense of his friend. Her holier than thou, bitchy attitude was getting oh so old. “Don’t worry about Blaine and I, Farrah. I don’t need your advice or you to pretend that you care when you obviously hate the thought of us.” Jenna looked from Kurt to their coworker, “We can go back to hating each other and not speaking because you are so wasting your breath with your bullshit.”

Farrah smiled. “You’re naïve, Kurt. Anyway,” she grabbed for her umbrella, “I’m off to lunch. Steve will be in during the next 15 minutes. It’s pretty empty because of the weather, so I hope you low lives can handle it until then.”

She opened the door and walked out, opening the umbrella as well and swaying away. Jenna rolled her eyes and looked back at Kurt.

“Is it wrong to pray for someone to die?”

Kurt laughed a little but shook his head no. “I don’t think so. I’ll be in the back. Call me if you need me girl.”

Jenna nodded, looking for the remote so she could watch TV in the meantime. “I’ll be fine.”

….

“Boo. This rain will not let up.” Justin frowned as he looked out the window with Mikey. They were at Nick’s house with him, Blaine, Jeff, and David, though the only person in the living room with Mikey and Justin was Blaine. Everyone else was upstairs blasting music and acting like stupid idiots.

Mikey stood up on the chair he sat in with Justin, climbing over the muscular teen as he peered out at the rain. “How will you practice today?”

Justin glanced out as well. Something about watching it rain calmed him down. “We might not be able to.”

Blaine scrolled down the screen on his cell phone as he listened to the blondes.

“But you have to!” Mikey said. Justin smiled at the sad boy.

“Are you saying we have to because we’re bad?”

Blaine smiled as Mikey denied the accusations. “No.”

“What’re you doing over there boss?” Justin asked Blaine. He’d been engrossed in whatever was happening on his cell phone for the past ten minutes.

Blaine shook his head slightly. “Just looking at amenities and entertainment offered at this hotel Jeff chose for New York.”

Justin nodded, smirking when Mikey started the ‘I got your nose’ game with him. “How’s it looking?”

“Pretty good,” Blaine told him, putting the phone down in his lap. “I am kind of weird about his ex though.”

His friend smirked as he started to toss the four year old in the air, “Is he going to beat you up?”

“LOL no,” Blaine said aloud, laughing at the thought.

Justin laughed too. “Did you just literally say L-O-L?”

“That’s how funny it was, stupid.” Blaine checked the time. It was almost time to leave and pick up his boyfriend, and boy was he itching to do so. “Charmander is not even coming close to kicking my ass.”

“Blaine!” Mikey stopped his play fight with Justin, turning back to his cousin. “Don’t say that word!”

Blaine held his hands up. “Sorry, dude. Don’t tell Aunt Pam, remember.”

Mikey nodded, and Justin laughed as he body slammed the kid onto legs. “I’m upset you called him Charmander.”

Blaine shrugged. “Whatever the heck his name is.”

“I don’t understand what there is to be weird about,” Mikey made sound affects as he play punched the surfer in the gut and Justin continued, “I mean it’s obvious Kurt’s in love with you. Ex-douche can’t hold a flame to that.”

It was also obvious that Justin didn’t realize what he’d just said. He went right back to playing with Mikey, almost cursing when the kid’s foot stomped him in the nuts accidentally. After coughing for what seemed like hours, Justin finally decided play time was over.

“Let’s talk instead.”

Mikey nodded. “I’m sorry Justin.”

Justin ruffled his hair. “It’s fine. How was school?”

Mikey shrugged his little shoulders, looking totally adorable in his polo. “It was ok I guess.”

Blaine smiled at him. “Was Lynne there?” When Mikey glanced over at him, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. The little boy blushed and turned away but answered anyway.

“Yes.”

“Oooo,” Justin smiled, “Who’s this Lynne?”

“His girlfriend,” Blaine sang, smiling at his cousin. Mikey smiled too.

“No.”

The elders laughed and Mikey buried his face in the couch. How embarrassing.

“It’s ok, little one. I saw a cute girl today too. She smiled at me you know.” Justin grinned at Mikey when he brought his head up and Blaine started making flirty noises.

“Ooooo, Jussy pooh!”

Justin laughed. “Shut up.”

Blaine grinned, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. Thank god Mrs. Duval wasn’t home. She’d probably get the broom after him. “You two boys are so cute.”

Justin tossed a sofa pillow and smiled when it hit Blaine in the face. “How about you go get Kurt, huh lover boy?”

Blaine smirked, tossing the pillow aside and checking the time. He’d be off in about 15 so it was cool to leave now. “Want to come with munchkin?”

Mikey nodded, hopping off the sofa and looking for his shoes. “Yupp!”

Blaine smiled, standing up and stretching. “I’ll call you later stupid.”

Justin nodded, reaching for the Xbox remote. “I’ll be here, stupid.”

….

It had been a pretty long day. Kurt gladly stripped out of his uniform vest and gloves, leaving them on his desk. He had just given the last customer for the day their racing bike and they ventured out into the rain as they rode it. Kurt grabbed his employee ID and his other belongings, returning the mysterious ring he got from his equally mysterious boyfriend to his finger, and exiting the back room. At Steve’s register, he yawned loudly and swiped his card, rolling his eyes at his coworkers laugh as he clocked out.

“Didn’t sleep much, huh?”

Kurt shook his head no. He always tried not to look at Steve because he looked a lot like Fez from That ‘70s Show, style of dress and all, and if he looked at him he knew he’d laugh. “I slept on and off.”

Steve smiled and leant against the counter. “I’m the same way. I’ll be on tumblr until 5 in the morning and then I try to go to sleep. Doesn’t help when you work 8 hour shifts.”

Kurt laughed a little, ignoring Farrah as the girl prepared to leave as well. She seemed to be ignoring him too so that was good. “I can imagine. I actually tried to sleep though.” As he waited for his weekly summary to print, a ding sounded as the door of the shop opened. Kurt grinned when he saw Mikey running in with a wide, enthusiastic smile, laughing as he stepped from behind the counter to meet him.

“Kurt!” the blonde squealed, finally making it across the length of the store and jumping into the coiffed teen’s arms. Kurt laughed as his body threatened to fall over, steadying himself and hoisting the little boy a little higher.

“Mikey! I missed you!”

Blaine rolled his eyes but smiled, walking the path that his cousin did and walking towards the where they stood. His cousin dramatically threw his head onto Kurt’s shoulder, hugging him tightly, and Blaine swore the punk was doing it to get on his bad side. Nobody got to be all cuddly with his Kurt.

Okay. Blaine acknowledged he was being ridiculous, but he had a hard time sharing.

“I missed you too,” Mikey said, squeezing him tightly. Kurt smiled at Blaine who rolled his eyes and laughed when Mikey pulled away, looking up at him. “It’s Cartoon Network time.”

Kurt smiled, adjusting the skinny boy in his arms. “Let’s get home first, huh?”

The preschooler nodded, sliding down and walking around his father’s shop. He liked looking at the big boy BMX bikes. One day his dad would let him ride and Blaine would teach him to do tricks.

Blaine walked closer, saying what’s up to Steve who always looked like Fez to him, and smiling over to Kurt who packed his employee ID in his bag. “Ready to go, gorgeous?”

Kurt smiled as he moved his bag to the side of him. “I sure am.” He smirked when Blaine looked down at his lips, knowing exactly what the boy was thinking. Because of that, he licked them playfully. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Kiss me first.”

Steve made one of those incredulous Scooby-Doo finding out a ghost is in the castle noises as he looked up at them. Blaine Anderson, Donald’s straight could get any girl Steve ever dreamed about nephew just asked his cool coworker Kurt for a kiss?

Farrah slammed the door behind herself as she exited and Mikey jumped from the noise. Kurt rolled his eyes at her before stepping forward and softly, teasingly kissing Blaine on his delicious lips. There was that honey taste… seriously how did he do that?

“What is this?” Steve asked with wide eyes.  Blaine smirked at him and Kurt turned back, forgetting he was there for a second. Then he laughed because he looked like Fez.

“Nothing much,” Blaine said with a grin. He took Kurt’s hand and led him away, “Just kissing my hot boyfriend.”

Steve smiled, more confused than anything, but he was definitely glad for Kurt. His attitude had changed since the first day he started working there and now he knew why.

“Goodnight Steve,” Kurt called out before thanking Mikey for holding the door for him.

“Bye,” Steve said with a smile. He waved goodbye to Blaine and the curly haired rider smiled before turning away.

….

The ride home felt very… domestic. Blaine tried not to see it that way. It was probably weird to think that way when you just started a relationship like this one; and when you were only on the second day of it, but Blaine only smiled as he drove. It didn’t really matter which point he was at now, he guessed. All that mattered was where they were going. And if it was anything like this—Kurt running his mouth with a tot in the backseat as he happily drove them home, he could definitely get used to the idea. Hopefully said tot wouldn’t have Mikey’s appetite because then they’d be out of a house and home.

“So tell me what you learned today. I know school had to be fun, right?”

Mikey swung his legs in the car seat he sat in. Kurt was definitely pushing it by calling school ‘fun’. “It was okay. We did learn about bats.”

“Oh!” Kurt sounded so excited and Blaine smiled because of it. Their relationship was pretty awesome. It was good to know Blaine wasn’t the only one who fell for Kurt in such a short time span. “Tell me about them.”

Mikey went into a little description of what he learned, and Kurt hummed as he listened, holding on to every little detail. Blaine noticed the rain was letting up thankfully. Hopefully all would go well tomorrow and he could get in a bit of practice.

“…and they only come out at night time!”

“Oh my,” Kurt mused, “they sound spooky.”

“Yupp!” Mikey answered.

Blaine smirked as he pulled to a stop behind a coupe that couldn’t quite beat the red light. Kurt turned to him and smiled, playfully nudging him in the arm.

“And how are you this evening?”

Blaine glanced over at him and returned the smile wholeheartedly. “Oh, you know. The guys and I are a little bummed about the weather.”

Kurt nodded. “But fine otherwise?”

Blaine nodded too. “Yes sir.”

“Okay,” Kurt told him with a smile. Blaine blew him a kiss just to make him roll his eyes, laughing a bit and reaching out to take the younger teens hand in his. Kurt relaxed into it, lacing their fingers together. They fit perfectly, he found, and he loved that.

The car was quiet for the next couple minutes. Blaine signaled in the middle of the road to turn into a Exxon Mobile gas station, and once the coast was clear he steered the car in that direction.

“So Mikey,” Kurt began as he looked through the rearview, “guess what.”

“What?” he asked excitedly.

“I drew you the monster truck I promised you when I had free time at work!”

Mikey’s smile was eerily similar to Blaine’s wide one. They were so alike it was scary. “You did?”

Kurt nodded with a smile. Blaine parked the car before opening the latch for the fuel tank. “Did you draw me something?”

Kurt smirked at him. “Would you like me too?”

“I shouldn’t have to ask,” Blaine sassed with a smile, leaning over to kiss him. Mikey covered his eyes as he smiled in the back seat.

When Blaine pulled away, Kurt smiled, joy radiating his countenance. “You’re so jealous it is insane, Anderson.”

“Am not,” he opened his car door and got out. Kurt stuck his tongue out immaturely and Blaine returned the action before closing the door behind himself. He dug in his pocket for his wallet and Kurt smiled, relaxing back against the seat in what he could only describe as bliss.

“Kurtie?”

Kurt opened his eyes at the sound of his little buddy’s voice. “Yes Mikey?”

“Does Blaine share juice boxes with you?”

Kurt made a funny face at the question. Confused was a term that could properly describe him right now.

“Well no. I think he would if I asked him nicely. Why do you ask?”

Mikey hummed, “There’s a girl at day care that shares her juice box with me. Blaine told Jussy that she’s my girlfriend. I didn’t know.”

Kurt smiled, glancing out the driver’s side at Blaine who was staring at the dollar amount as he pumped gas into the vehicle.

“And I know you and Blaine are boyfriends, so I thought that if you share juice boxes, then Lynne must be my Kurt.”

Kurt tried not to squeal at the adorableness he just heard. For someone to refer to their significant other as their Kurt, they must have really had faith in Blaine and Kurt’s relationship. “Well Mikey, I’m not exactly an expert on girls or anything, but I can tell you that someone who is willing to share something with you must like you a lot. That’s why I let your silly cousin have yogurt. I like him.”

Mikey smiled. “I hope she likes me as much as you like Blainey.”

Kurt grinned.  He must really wear his heart on his sleeve. Before he could respond, Blaine’s door opened and he was climbing back in his seat. The teen lifted his body a little and pulled up his shorts before getting comfortable, strapping himself back in.

“Who’s ready for Cartoon Network?”

“Me!” Mikey shouted, clapping his hands.

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend. “Me too.”

Blaine winked as he started the car back up.

Yeah, they could get used to this.

….

Inside the Kinsella residence, Mikey tossed his Iron Man book bag somewhere and ran straight to the TV. Blaine shook his head as he walked in behind Kurt, picking it up off the floor because he’d be the one to get blamed. He put it on the coat hook for the time being, closing the door behind them and stepping out of his sneakers. Kurt slid out of his designer shoes as well, leaving them on the mat besides Blaine’s.

“What are we watching?”

“The Regular Show.” Mikey answered in response, putting the remote down and taking his favorite spot on the rug. Blaine grabbed Kurt before he could walk away and spun him around; smiling at Kurt’s caught off guard laugh and staring at the boy’s lips.

“Three kisses if you want me to let you go.”

Kurt bit his lip, getting lost for a moment in gold and gorgeous emerald. “And if I don’t want you to let me go?”

Blaine smiled. “Guess it wouldn’t matter because I’m not letting go anyway,” he smiled and tilted his head, going in for the kiss. Kurt grinned into it, exhaling a little contented hum when his lips touched Blaine’s. As soon as they started to enjoy it, Mikey started cackling at something that happened on the TV. Blaine began laughing into the kiss and Kurt couldn’t help it, laughing at both the cousins’ laughter. They were really ridiculous.

They pulled away and Blaine glanced into the living room, watching Mikey entranced by the screen. He turned back to Kurt and licked his lips. “He has my aunt’s laugh.”

Kurt smiled. “I like her already. That thing is contagious.”

Blaine nodded with a smile. He couldn’t wait for them to meet.

Kurt finally stood up off the door and smiled, “Hungry?”

“I am.” Mikey chimed in. Blaine smiled and nodded. “We are.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at the boys and went towards the kitchen. “Relax a bit. I’ll find something to whip up.”

Blaine watched him walking away with his lower lip worried between his teeth. An ass like that deserved to be worshipped. When Kurt passed the dining room and pushed open the door to the kitchen, Blaine glanced over to his cousin. He seemed good. He’d be fine. Blaine just really needed some attention from Kurt for a minute.

“I’m going to help Kurt make us something, okay?”

Mikey turned around and smiled at his big cousin. “K Blainey.”

Blaine nodded to him and went off into the kitchen after Kurt. When he pushed the door open, once more he saw him bending over as he looked through the fridge. This made it two days in a row, and if this were to turn out to be an everyday thing, he didn’t mind in the slightest.

Kurt’s muffled voice said something that sounded like ‘turkey sandwiches’ and Blaine slowly made his way over. His new favorite thing would be Kurt in skinny jeans, right after Kurt with Yoplait, and he licked his lips as he approached.

Kurt shimmied a little, pulling out the butter when he felt Blaine pressing against him. He blushed automatically, damn near dropping what he had in his hands, and then Blaine’s hands held either side of his waist and grinded forward a little.

“You need to stop doing this to me,” Blaine said breathily, trying to put a little humor behind it but being oh so serious.

Kurt licked his suddenly dry lips and stood up, closing the door to the fridge as Blaine placed them flush together, kissing softly at the nape of Kurt’s neck and rolling his eyes when the boy snuck out of his grasp.

“How does a grilled turkey and cheddar sound?” Kurt asked in his best teasing voice, knowing what was going on in Blaine’s boxers right now. The elder nodded, blatantly staring at his boyfriend’s hips.

“Sounds good baby,” he walked towards Kurt at the island, turning him around until his back was flush with the counter. Kurt smiled at him, almost laughing when his boyfriend squeezed his ass.

“What are you doing?”

Blaine smiled, licking his lips as he stared at Kurt’s. “What does it look like?”

Before he could actually give the question acknowledgement, Blaine’s lips were on his neck again and his hands were everywhere. Kurt held onto his arms as the boy kissed him, switching between sucking softly and biting teasingly. He took a deep breath as his toes curled against the kitchen floor.

“What time does everyone c-come in?”

Blaine pulled back only to ghost his tongue over Kurt’s Adam’s apple. The boy cursed, digging his fingers in further. Blaine liked it. “My aunt should be in around another hour or so,” he explained between kisses, “Uncle Don is in LA so I guess he’ll be back 9 or 10ish.”

Kurt nodded, finally wrapping his arms around Blaine’s body like usual. Blaine brought their eyes together and put his warm lips on Kurt’s, wasting no time taking it a little further.

“Do you think your cousin is up for a… oh,” Kurt wasn’t expecting Blaine’s hand to fight it’s way underneath his jeans and squeeze his backside through his briefs, but he wasn’t objecting either, “do you think he wants to nap?”

Blaine shook his head no, peppering kisses over Kurt’s lips and chin. “He had one at Nick’s house since I woke him up when I got to his school,” he grunted as he snapped his hips forward, still grabbing a handful of Kurt’s ass and making the boy’s eyes roll back.

“D-Damn,” Kurt answered, biting his lip and shutting his eyes tightly. Every time Blaine’s cock rubbed against his he felt his body heat up.

Blaine nodded, “You really, really need to stay with me tonight. We need to do that,” he grinded nice and slow, working his hips forward so hard his boyfriend keened, “group project together.”

Kurt nodded hard, “I know.”

Blaine smiled. He couldn’t wait for tonight. Kurt cupped his face and pulled him in for another kiss and Mikey’s silly laughter filled the house again. Blaine bit Kurt’s lower lip playfully before pulling back, sighing, and though he didn’t want to, pulled his hands back to himself.

“I should let you do this before we end up getting caught by my aunt. Not exactly the way we want to introduce you.”

Kurt laughed, nodding his head in agreement. “You’re right.” he looked down at himself and fixed his clothes to the best of his ability, “I do have to say I am upset you’ve started something like this how many times today?”

Blaine shook his head. “It’s not my fault. You’ve seen yourself. You know what I have to deal with.”

Kurt smirked, pushing him away and going to the sink to wash his hands. “Well, I’m just going to make a few sandwiches. Go keep my cutie pie company.”

Blaine smiled. “Okay.”

….

Aunt Pam pulled up in front of her home. She smiled when she saw her nephew had her car in the driveway like she asked, and when she grabbed her pocketbook and exited her husband’s vehicle, of course she did a quick surveillance to make sure there was no damage. Blaine was a wild one. She loved him, but the kid had a knack for doing exactly what you asked him not to do. Thankfully though, everything appeared to be fine. He left a skateboard in the backseat but he could get that later. It probably belonged to Jeff.

As the woman walked up the stairs of her home, she could hear the television playing on one of those silly shows her son liked to watch. She browsed through her keys and picked the one for the front door, unlocking it and walking inside.  The first thing she noticed was Blaine with his arm around someone with a perfect head of hair as they lounged on the couch, and she smiled when she realized that someone had to be Kurt. All day Pam thought about the brief conversation she held with Blaine and wondered how it happened. She had so many questions, and the little conversation she had with her husband during her lunch break answered none of them.

“Yeah, they’re dating... I don’t know how. Ask our son.” was basically all Don had to contribute to that topic of the conversation.

All in all, for Blaine to be a ‘goner’ as he so sweetly put it earlier, this kid had to be something special.

“Momma!”

Pam smiled as Mikey’s head poked up over the couch. She closed the door behind herself and was thankful there were no more tears.

Kurt and Blaine turned back as well, the former smiling at the beautiful blonde woman and the latter doing the same after getting distracted by Kurt.

“Hey, auntie.” he said with a warm smile.

“Hello,” Kurt said, standing to his feet. He took a little time to look at her. She was slightly shorter than him, maybe Don’s height, and she seemed to have a truly welcoming spirit.

“Hi Kurt,” she said enthusiastically. Mikey had just walked to her side to give her a hug hello and she ran her fingers through her son’s hair. “I’m Pamela Kinsella. Nice to meet you sweetheart.”

Kurt smiled in return. Pam could only think damn! This boy was smoking, and goodness he was wearing the hell out of those jeans. Blaine must’ve been reading her mind because he was smirking at her pretty hard.

“Thanks,” Kurt said breathlessly. It was clear to see he was happy that the lady was nice. “Blaine has said so many nice things.”

Pam smiled, dragging her son further into the living room. “He better had, to be honest. I’m pretty awesome.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at her and gestured for his boyfriend to sit back down. Kurt smiled at him and nodded. The woman put her bag down on her husband’s recliner.

“I’m going to get cleaned up and all before starting dinner and then I’ll be ready to harass you. How’s that sound?”

Blaine smiled as Kurt laughed a little. “It sounds splendid.”

Pam smiled before exiting the room. Blaine turned back to make sure she was really going and not being a troll before he faced front.

“She’s a lot nicer than my dad will be to you.”

Blaine smirked. “Mean.”

“He’s not mean.” Mikey told his cousin. Kurt smirked.

“Thank you Mikey.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at them. “Always doubling up on me.”

“Guess what,” Mikey rolled over on the rug and looked about the couple on the couch. “I learned a song today too.”

Kurt smiled. “Sing it for us.”

Mikey shook his head no with a blush. “You sing it. Blaine said you sing really good.”

Kurt looked at Blaine and smiled. “Aww. You said that?”

Blaine ignored them. “I say a lot of things.”

Mikey stood up and walked over to them. “He said you sing good and he wants to be with you.”

Blaine stared at the screen as he wrapped his arm around Kurt once more, “Good lord, can’t rob a bank with this one.”

Kurt grinned. “That’s sweet because I feel the same way about him,” he kissed Blaine on the cheek and Mikey smiled. “What’s the song?”

Blaine leant in and kissed Kurt on the cheek too before facing the television.

“Five Little Monkeys!” the boy demonstrated with a jump and his curls bounced on his head. “Do you know it?”

Kurt scoffed. “Of course I know it!”

Blaine smiled at them. They were oozing cuteness right now and it was adorably sickening.

“Blainey will get his guitar and you can sing.”

“What?” Blaine laughed. Kurt grinned at the little boy’s enthusiasm.

“I’m only singing if you sing with me, Mikey.”

Mikey thought about it as Blaine shook his head. “How do I even play guitar for Five Little Monkeys—“

“Please?” his cousin pouted and Kurt made an ‘awww’ noise, turning to face his boyfriend. Blaine rolled his eyes.

“I left my guitar in the car. Be back.”

“Yay!” Kurt and Mikey said in unison, clapping their hands when Blaine stood. The elder waved them off tiredly and walked towards the front door, though he couldn’t deny that this was shaping to be one of his favorite moments ever. Two of his favorite people smiling and enjoying one another… how could he not want that?

Blaine pulled his shorts higher as he jogged down the steps, pressing the button on the car remote to pop the trunk. He moved it there earlier instead of leaving it in the back seat. Blaine pulled the leather guitar case out and slammed it shut, looking around the neighborhood and smiling as the dark clouds seemed to be disappearing.

When he went back inside, Mikey was now on the couch to the left of Kurt, listening to something the boy was telling him. Blaine closed the door with his free hand and walked over, taking his previous seat and opening the guitar case.

“You two ready?”

Mikey nodded and Kurt smiled. “Yupp.”

Blaine shook his head, “Five Little Monkeys,” he grumbled, smirking when Kurt pushed him.

“Just play.”

“Okay, okay,” Blaine shook his head again and started to play a nursery rhyme-ish tune, watching Mikey smile as he danced around on the carpet. Kurt laughed as he watched; his cheeks tinting pink and his eyes sparkling. Blaine smiled at the both of them and the younger teen finally began.

“Five little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
So Momma called the doctor and the doctor said,”

Mikey jumped in with a smile, “No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”

Blaine laughed, shaking his head and strumming the guitar. Kurt couldn’t stop smiling as he began again, holding up 4 fingers.

“Four little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
So Momma called the doctor and the doctor said,”

On cue, Mikey ran to the couch and jumped on top of it like a rock star, “No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Hey,” Blaine continued to strum but gave his cousin a serious look, “no more monkeys jumping on the couch. You’ll get us in trouble!”

Kurt smiled at him and Mikey apologized.

“Sing more Kurtie.”

“What comes next?” he asked.

“Three monkeys but I want you to sing something else.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine slowed his strumming a bit, looking down at the old acoustic guitar he loved so much.

“Okay. What do I sing?”

“Do you know Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star?” the little boy asked with hopeful eyes. Kurt nodded proudly.

“Of course I do.”

“I’d much rather play that anyway,” Blaine mumbled. Kurt grinned at him before nodding.

“I’ll do it.” Kurt said.

Mikey smiled and sat close to his best friend, looking up at him with sparkling eyes. He felt warm when Kurt brushed curls away from his forehead and wrapped an arm around him. Blaine watched them closely; so amazed of the relationship the two had this early in the game. His cousin, much like himself, wasn’t quick to let people in, but here he was basically surrendering to Kurt.

The coiffed teen began to sing in that beautiful, high voice of his, perfecting every note and singing the melody in a way that made Blaine’s heart soar. It was fucking Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, and here he was slowly playing the instrument in his hand and hanging on to every word his boyfriend sang.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are

Mikey smiled softly, mouthing the words along with him. His hazel eyes were bright as he looked up to Kurt and rested his hands on the boy’s thigh, hanging on to every note Kurt sang just as Blaine was.

The thing is, he wasn’t in as deep as Blaine was. He stared and took note of the way Kurt smiled as he sang, looking into Mikey’s wide eyes. He took note of how his boyfriend’s lips moved and the way he was singing a song that people learn at two, but still made it the most beautiful thing on earth. That’s what it was about Kurt… it seemed like everything he did had love behind it and Blaine couldn’t fathom how a person like this could be with him.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When there's nothing he shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, through the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are

Blaine stopped playing and Kurt smiled when he turned to him, wondering what was wrong. That might’ve been a mistake though. All he wanted to kiss him as soon as he laid eyes on him. He found Blaine staring at him with beautiful, golden eyes and his lips slightly parted; a focused look on his face as their eyes met. Kurt’s smile fell into a much smaller one as he looked at his boyfriend. This boy was incredible. It was then that Blaine almost said it. He almost told him…

“You have a really beautiful voice.” Aunt Pam entered the room, now in lounge clothing and wearing a smile. All three boys turned to look at her and Kurt smiled, shaking his head a little to clear his thoughts.

“Um, thank you Mrs. Kinsella.”

“Pam,” she said with a smile, moving to sit where her bag was earlier, “don’t be silly.” The beautiful woman brushed the hair away from her face as she smiled at her flustered looking nephew and the beautiful young man that was apparently his boyfriend. Michael, now yawning, leant on Kurt’s arm and looked up at his TV show.

“Thank you Pam,” Kurt said with a smile, looking away from Mikey to his mother. “Mikey was telling us about the songs he’d been learning at school and we wanted to sing it with him.”

“He didn’t ask me to sing,” Blaine pointed out, finally gathering his thoughts. He smirked at his boyfriend and Kurt gave him an amused look. “He wanted you to sing.”

Pam noticed right off the bat how comfortable they were around each other; specifically her nephew. “Can I please give you gift baskets and the finer things in life for getting that little boy to go to school? You don’t know my struggle on school mornings,” the woman shook her head and noticed Mikey giving her a pointed ‘stop telling my business’ look. She looked back to Kurt with a smile, “It can be so hard.”

“It’s no problem,” Kurt said with a smile. “I’m just glad I could help.”

She smiled back and Blaine set his guitar back in the case near his feet. “So. Give me the story.”

Kurt looked to Blaine who smiled back at him. “I guess I can give you the short version,” her nephew said, “I met Kurt at Odyssey, he was funny and smart, and headstrong, and I thought he was really cool.”

“And cute.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and Kurt and Pam laughed. Already she was loving the dynamic of what this was. “And cute,” Blaine added. “Later on… remember I told you I fell?” he pointed to the scab on his elbow and his aunt nodded.

“I remember.”

“He found me there and picked me up,” Blaine said, smiling at the memory. “I got his name after pestering him, we talked a little, I walked him home… it was just a bunch of random occurrences.” He turned to Kurt who was smiling and smiled back, “Personally, I’d like to call it all fate. It seems like to me at least, this was all meant to be.”

Kurt nodded next to him. “Me too.” Mikey rested his head on Kurt’s lap and the teen smiled, stroking through his curls. He could tell he was going to fall asleep.

Pamela was still in awe of how good Kurt was with Mikey, nevertheless this adorableness that was him with her nephew. They shared little smiles and Kurt’s eyes brightened every time Blaine looked in his direction. Blaine seemed to be telling the truth with his ‘I was a goner’ speech from earlier. He couldn’t stop smiling if he tried to right now.

“I know there’s more to this.”

Kurt nodded, exhaling quickly. “There’s a lot more.” He told her, “Blaine offered to be my friend since I was basically a fish out of water. My dad and I are starting fresh. If Don wasn’t here, we’d know no one.”

Blaine slouched down on the couch and glanced to his left. “He babysat you I heard.”

Kurt nodded. “Just a couple times for my mom and dad. I think he moved out here a little bit before my mom died.” Blaine listened and Pam did as well. She didn’t know it was just Kurt and his dad that arrived. “So because I didn’t really know anyone, I was really thankful for Blaine. I’ll never forget it… the transition has been so much easier than it could’ve been if it wasn’t for him and the guys.” he caught eyes with the woman’s brown ones and smiled as he recounted the events. “We hung out here for a while, and I don’t know, everything was so simple. I can talk to Blaine just like I talk to people I’ve known for years and as bad as I wanted to not do what we’re doing right now,” he smiled at Blaine and the boy smirked, wiggling his brows and giving the ultimate you can’t resist me look, “I couldn’t deny how I felt about him.”

Pam nodded, trying to remain neutral and hold back her smile. “How do you feel about him?”

Blaine looked from her to his boyfriend. Kurt smiled over at him as he spoke.

“Simply put— as much as it scares me, your nephew is pretty much everything I never knew I needed.” Kurt smiled softly at Blaine as he said it. His boyfriend was staring him in the eyes, probably looking for signs that he was joking, but Kurt only continued. “After talking to him and just being with him in general,” he turned back to her and made sure not to falter his eyes contact, “I realized no matter what he said or did, and no matter how angry it made me, or how much it made me smile… Blaine was pretty much everything I imagined myself falling for. He’s daring and he’s challenging, he’s funny, he can work his way into my thoughts no matter how hard I try to fight him off, he’s thoughtful, he cares about me, and while sometimes he can get on my absolute last nerve,” Blaine smiled, “he knows just what to do to make me feel better. I’ve always been big on romance and I’ll admit it shocked me when he showed he could do that,” Blaine laughed now, “but I love that he’s always his crazy self. I don’t know, everything just feels perfect and I can’t imagine having to find someone else to make me feel the way he does.”

Pam was taken aback by that response. The most she responded from a boy their age was ‘he’s funny and has nice eyes’, because honestly most kids weren’t ever looking for more than that during their teen years. But this… she could only nod and smile, completely flabbergasted by the response. As she looked at Mikey sleeping on the teen’s lap, she understood exactly why he was crazy about Kurt. It wasn’t hard to get attached to someone with so much passion and love. If this wasn’t love… she didn’t know what was.

“Wow, Kurt.” Pam laughed a little and Blaine blushed, wrapping an arm around him. Kurt smiled ever wider when he was pulled closer. “You just said more than I expected to hear. Now it’s your turn Blaine.”

Blaine laughed softly, scratching at his forehead. “Oh boy. I don’t even know where to start.” He tilted his head to the side as he looked at his boyfriend. Kurt gave him that adorable smile that sent his heart elsewhere… a place where everything was perfect. “Kurt means the world to me. And auntie,” he glanced back at her and saw the woman with wet eyes, “I know you’re going to think we’re just kids who have no idea what we’re talking about,” he looked back to Kurt, “but out of all the people I know and all the people I consider close, I don’t know anyone who could make my whole day better just by smiling in my general direction. Kurt does that and so much more for me…” he trailed off, staring down to his lips and making the younger teen roll his eyes, though his blush was strong. Blaine smiled and continued, “He calms me down when I seriously feel like crying,” Pam looked up, feeling her chest tighten “and he gives me a reason to care if I wake up tomorrow,” Kurt only looked at him and Blaine gave him a small smile, “I have someone to be crazy with, and to kiss, and to want me to kiss them, and someone that wants to share their dreams with me, and wants to learn who Blaine Anderson is… and the fact that a person cares for me not because I’m ‘Mr. BMX’, but because they actually want to know me… it all seems like I’m gonna wake up the asshole I was a week ago with no one.”

“You better not be dreaming,” Kurt told him with a laugh. Mikey snuggled closer on his thigh as the teen continued, “If you’re dreaming, I’m dreaming, and I don’t want this to be a dream.”

Blaine smirked, trying to hold back his emotions as best he could. “Because you’d wake up to Chap stick.”

“Chandler.”

“I think I’ve heard and seen enough.” Pam said with a smile, standing to her feet and looking at her nephew. “You are obviously head over heels, and you,” she looked at Kurt, “my son adores you enough to make you his pillow and listen to your commands over mine.” He laughed softly and Blaine smiled down at his cousin, “and Blaine here sounds like he’s ready to walk you down the aisle. You’re going to be around a long time and I welcome that thought.”

Kurt smiled proudly and Blaine tried not to blush. He failed. “I am so happy for the both of you.”

“Happy enough to let me move in to the guest room?”

Kurt dropped his head and the woman looked at him with confusion. “Why would you move in to the guest room?”

Blaine took his arm from around his boyfriend and shook his head. He didn’t want to talk about it but he knew he needed to. Looking up to his aunt, he began. “Kurt and I were in front of the beach house last night, and Mom and Vic saw us kissing.”

The blonde and her nephew exchanged a long look before she nodded, sitting back down in the chair.

“What happened?”

Kurt looked down at Mikey, brushing his curls with his fingers softly. He honestly didn’t care about Vic, though he probably should if Blaine’s mother was going to marry him. But right now, any ignorant person that judged him just because he was different wasn’t worth wasting thought over.

“He came over and started saying really disgusting things about Kurt,” Blaine took a deep breath and Kurt turned to him.

“It’s alright, honey.”

“It really isn’t,” Blaine told him. Kurt watched him and the elder continued, “He said these things and I got really upset, then he yells at mom that he doesn’t want his child around such an abomination.”

Pam raised an eyebrow. She hated Vic and didn’t really need any more ammunition to do so, but this was definitely helping fuel the fire. “Since when does he refer to you as his child?”

“That’s the thing,” Blaine smirked as he shook his head and Kurt frowned, “he doesn’t. My mom is pregnant with his child, and she’s going to marry a man that I have absolutely no respect for. I can’t live there, aunt Pam. I can’t live there, and I can’t have my boyfriend anywhere near that environment.”

Pam nodded in agreement. “I… I can’t believe what I’m hearing, but by all means Blaine, stay as long as you need to. I’ll talk to Clarissa… she hasn’t told us anything like this.”

Blaine smiled his thanks, nodding gratefully, “This means a lot.” Kurt smiled as well. He could feel the tension leaving Blaine’s shoulders.

“Where are your things?”

“At Kurt’s,” Blaine told her. “I’ll get it soon.”

The woman stood up. “Let me get started on dinner.” She smiled at Kurt again, “You’re one of us now. You’re family. You’re welcome anytime, my love.”

Kurt smiled and nodded. “I appreciate it, Pam.”

The woman looked over to her son and exited the room, walking towards the kitchen.

“You know what that means,” Blaine smiled and kissed him hard on the cheek. “It means you can stay the night with me.”

Kurt grinned. “I guess it does mean that, huh?”

Blaine smiled. “I’ll take sleepy head upstairs to his room and then we can go get my stuff. Cool?”

Kurt nodded. “Of course.”

….

Blaine was all moved into the guest room busy putting his clothes and other necessities away. He was bored and lonely. Mikey was asleep, Nick and Jeff were with their girlfriends, Justin was doing what he did best—sleeping, and David was doing the lord knows what where. Blaine glanced back to see if he got a message from Kurt, walking over to his iPhone on the charger and seeing a blank phone. That sucked.

As he began to organize his video games, a little beep sounded. He quickly went over to the bed, hopping onto it and unlocking the phone.

Do you want to come say hi to him? –Kurt

“No.” Blaine said, staring at the screen. Instead he typed something a little different.

Is he asking for me or something? –B

No. I’d just rather you here when I ask… he’s going to say no if you avoid a formal meet and greet. –Kurt

Blaine sighed as he reread the message. He didn’t think he was prepared to deal with Burt tonight. The man would definitely let him have it.

I’ll be out soon babe. Let me put a shirt on. –B

He got up and glanced around for something to throw on really quickly. Another message came in.

That’d be nice. And please no sagging. –Kurt

Blaine smirked, rolling his eyes and looking for a belt. This man asked required a lot. It was worth it for Kurt though.

….

“I know you want something Kurt.”

Kurt grinned, looking at the television as he sat beside his father.

See u in a second baby. If he end up killing me, it’s over. –B

Kurt rolled his eyes at the message and shrugged. “Why can’t I just be hanging out with my favorite man?”

“It has something to do with that Blaine, doesn’t it?”

Kurt smiled. “It isn’t that Blaine, its Blaine dad.”

“It has something to do with him.”

Kurt nodded, glancing to his father. “Yes. It does.”

“What does he want?”

Kurt laughed and his father looked at him seriously. “He’s coming over in a second to hang out. I think you should try to like him for me because I really like him.”

Burt didn’t answer. It was obvious that Kurt was happy. He seemed to be happier than he was in Ohio, which was confusing considering the circumstances, but he still didn’t know if he should trust this kid or not. “We’ll see, Kurt.”

The doorbell rang and Kurt took a breath, standing up and looking back at his father.

“Try and be nice? I just met his aunt and she was a total sweetheart. I want him to have the same experience.”

Burt turned the volume down and rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

Kurt ignored him as he headed to the door. Blaine stood there in a plain purple t-shirt and dark cargos up appropriately on his waist, and a nervous smile on his face. He stepped into the home and placed a kiss to his boyfriend’s lips, and Burt stared at them as Kurt pulled away.

“Come right in.” the taller teen said with a smile. Blaine glanced over to Burt who was eyeing him and nodded.

“Ok.” He took a few steps and felt his stomach churn. God this man was scary. “Hello Mr. Hummel.”

Burt nodded. “Blaine.”

Kurt closed the door and smiled as he walked over. “Want to have a seat honey?”

Blaine gave him a ‘fuck no’ look, but let himself be dragged over to the love seats. Sighing, he sat down on the couch and slouched a bit, looking over to the television instead of his boyfriend’s father. Burt took the moment to study him though. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this kid. Was he gay all of the sudden? How did he explain this to Kurt?

Kurt smiled at his father, giving him a look that was pleading with him to be polite. He also nudged Blaine in the leg with his knee a couple times.

“So, I know you two are familiar with one another,” Blaine sat up now and put an arm along the top of the chair. Burt stared at him, “but you don’t really know one another. Both of you mean a lot to me so I’d like it if you could maybe talk.” He smiled at his dad and then turned to Blaine who only stared at the coffee table. “Whenever you’re ready.” he resumed.

Both men were both quiet. Kurt stared at his father and noticed the man staring at whatever baseball game was on now, and then looked to Blaine who was doing the same. He sighed and leant into his boyfriend’s side.

“Are you really going to be difficult?”

Blaine turned to him and tried to not smirk at the bitch face Kurt was wearing. He was so fucking sexy when he was mad. “What am I doing?”

“You’re not helping your case,” he made an obvious face and Blaine remembered he was supposed to be kissing ass. There wasn’t any way Kurt would be able to stay over if he didn’t.

He sighed and looked over to Burt. The man wasn’t even pretending to be interested in him. Blaine licked his lips and faced the television too. The Dodgers were getting ready to lead off the 8th.

“What am I supposed to say?”

Kurt looked at him and smiled softly. “You don’t want to be here do you?”

“I want to be with you. Alone.”

Burt smirked as he eavesdropped, shaking his head at the strikeout that just occurred.

Kurt sighed and stood up. “I’m getting something to drink. Anyone want anything?”

Burt looked up at his son. “Get me a beer, kiddo.”

Blaine nodded. “Me too.”

Burt looked at him for what Blaine thought was the first time and he smirked, ignoring his boyfriend’s heated glare, “I’ll take water.”

“Okay,” Kurt said, giving Blaine another pointed look before heading into the kitchen. The awkward in the room rose up a notch and Blaine sat up a bit in the seat, staring at the television.

Burt turned the volume on the television down a bit and looked back at Blaine, sitting forward and eyeing the young man. He knew the kid knew he was looking at him and smirked because he was behaving indifferently.

“Dodgers fan?”

Blaine glanced over to him and shook his head. “I’m not big on baseball. Football and soccer type of guy.”

Burt nodded, and Blaine found himself fearing for his life as the man looked at him like he knew everything he ever thought. Especially the things towards his son. Not good.

“I see.”

Kurt returned with his father’s beer and a glass of water for his boyfriend. He placed it in Blaine’s hand and sat back down next to him.

“Thanks baby.” Blaine sat up and took a sip, and Kurt smiled at him softly.

“You’re welcome. Mikey still up?”

Blaine finished drinking the entire cup and Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, watching as his boyfriend held it awkwardly in his lap. “He went back to sleep after coloring the picture you gave him. It’s on his bedroom door.”

Kurt smiled. “Aww.”

Burt looked over at them after pulling the bottle away from his lips.

“He told me he wants to go to school tomorrow. Tuesday isn’t even a school day for him. My aunt wants to clone you.” Blaine smiled at Kurt’s laugh as usual, and he looked down at the empty cup in his hands. “I think she’s going to try and steal you from me and I refuse to share any further.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I can’t help that I’m amazing, Blaine. But at the end of the day I’m yours.”

Blaine smiled at him. “I know. I just hope she knows.”

Burt spent the next few minutes studying them. Every once in a while, Kurt would give him a ‘be nice to my boyfriend look’ and Blaine would look at him and quickly avert his eyes. They spoke softly and smiled, Blaine wrapping his arm back around Kurt and sometimes forgetting he was there it seemed, laughing and staring one another in the eye. Kurt seemed elated, and the last time Burt saw his son elated was when his late wife would sing with him. That was saying a lot.

“Not gonna give your old man the story of how you met Blaine, kiddo?”

Kurt looked away from Blaine to his father, caught off guard by the man’s voice. He wasn’t expecting him to speak at all.

“Oh,” Kurt smiled happily at his dad and Burt smirked at the excited demeanor, “I—“

“May I?” Blaine interrupted. Burt looked at him as Kurt turned right, smiling softly.

“Sure.”

Blaine cleared his throat and spoke up first. This would be a long night. “I’d just like to say a few words before we begin,” he looked up to Burt and tried his best not to get intimidated. “First, I know you’ll ask so I’ll come out and say it; yes I’ve been with girls before Kurt. Second, no, I’ve never been with another guy. Third, I know I’m probably not what you want for your son, but I really, really like him, and he likes me too.”

“Do you work?”

Blaine found the question strange but sat up a little as he answered. Kurt looked at his father for clues as to where the man was taking this as he listened, “I am actually a professional BMX rider. I compete in competitions across the country throughout the year. This summer the competitions are in California.”

Burt looked like he wasn’t expecting to hear that but nodded. “If you’ve never been into boys, why Kurt and why now?”

Blaine knew that one was coming. He licked his lips and sighed. “Mr. Hummel… gender is the last of my concerns right now. I don’t believe I was attracted to your son because he is a boy, but because he’s a beautiful person. And it may seem like I’m just brown nosing but I Io…” he caught himself about to spill the L word and regrouped. Burt noticed but Kurt only soothingly placed a hand on his thigh, hoping he wasn’t getting upset. Shaking his head, Blaine began again. “Kurt means a lot to me, sir. He represents the good I do have left and as long as he wants me I’m going to make sure he’s happy with me.”

Burt looked at Kurt and saw his son smiling softly, looking at nothing in particular on their floor. Blaine licked his lips and sighed. “I’m probably going to annoy the hell out of you but I see myself around for a long time.”

“He’s not going anywhere,” Kurt reiterated. His father glanced at the television for a second before looking back to his son. “I know this is confusing and I can only imagine what’s going through your head dad, but in a few days we’ve been through a lot. Nothing has ever been so simple and complicated at the same time but this is what it is, and we’re happy.”

“I’ll answer whatever other questions you have.”

Burt sat up and cleared his throat. This was a bit to take in. Blaine still seemed a little douchey to him but in an odd way he seemed sincere as well. “When did that,” he gestured to the two of them with his beer—Blaine with his arm around his son, and his son casually relaxing into him like they’d been doing this since birth, “when did that happen? Was it when you two hugged?”

Blaine smiled, but shook his head no. “I think that’s when I was starting to realize I felt something, but it wasn’t exactly the turning point.” Kurt smiled and added to the thought, “We didn’t actually decide on being a couple until yesterday, but it came after a lot of thought. We’re not just some floozys, father.” Blaine nodded along with him and Burt rolled his eyes.

“I feel like I let you spend the night with this kid and then you’re suddenly together. I don’t know if I like the thought of that.”

Well, there goes the whole staying over scenario. Blaine frowned. Kurt smiled at his father.

“Nothing happened, dad. You know when I’m lying and I’m telling you nothing happened.”

Burt stared at him. He was telling the truth.

“I know this is probably stupid to ask,” Blaine began, “but I want him to stay over with me again.”

Burt laughed now and Blaine’s face dropped. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Dad.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“Please?” Kurt pleaded, “He lives with Don right next door.  His aunt and uncle are there and he has a little cousin who is always around…”

Blaine nodded.

Burt smiled, turning back to the television. “You’ve been with each other pretty much nonstop. I don’t think you need to sleep with each other too.”

“You didn’t tell him about New York, huh?”

Kurt winced at Blaine’s words.

“New York?” His father asked.

“We’re going this weekend.” Blaine said.

“Says who?” Burt questioned incredulously. Kurt gave his boyfriend a look before turning to his dad. With a sigh, he began.

“Blaine’s taking me to see the New Directions perform at Nationals. Just for Friday and Saturday. We’ll be home Sunday afternoon.”

Burt started laughing again and Blaine found himself smiling. This guy would be hard to grow on.

“Dad…”

“So you want me to let you spend the night with your boyfriend and fly across the country for weekends? Unsupervised? Kurt,” he laughed again, scratching at his head beneath his cap.

“Why is it so bad for him to stay over?” Blaine asked him.

Burt sighed. “You two just met and started dating. Slow down a bit. There is no need to move in with each other.”

“We’re going at a comfortable speed for us, sir.”

“Well I’m uncomfortable.”

“I’m guessing he’s a fan of your ex-boyfriend Charm bracelet?”

“Chandler and my dad didn’t really meet.”

Blaine looked and Kurt like he was crazy. “And you’re making me meet him the second day we’re together? How is that fair?”

Kurt smirked. “Babe, our relationship is a bit different from Chandler and mine. Did you introduce your exes to your aunt?”

Blaine felt silly as he shook his head no. “I didn’t.”

“Exactly.”

Burt watched them closely as Blaine shook his head. “It’s still not fair. My aunt was a totally different ball game than this.” He looked up to Burt, “the man sees me a lot differently than my aunt and uncle sees you.”

“You don’t know how I see you, Blaine.”

“You don’t trust me.”

Kurt sighed. “I trust you and I’d like to think my dad trusts me.”

Burt rolled his eyes.

“Please?” Blaine started pouting and Kurt rolled his eyes. Burt smiled.

“Is this kid serious?”

“What do I have to do Mr. Hummel? Tell me.”

Burt looked at his defeated looking son and smirked. “Who is supervising this New York trip?”

Blaine shook his head. “We’re going with our friend and his girlfriend. No adult will be there.”

Burt placed his beer down and clasped his hand together.

“I’m giving you one minute to convince me of why I should trust you with my son’s heart, Blaine. Give me your sales pitch.” Burt looked up and locked eyes with the hazel eyed teenager. Blaine listened to his words carefully and Kurt felt nervous for the both of them. Knowing Blaine, he’d say something like yumthefucko and make life so much more difficult for the both of them. “I need to know why above all, I’m going to trust you.”

Blaine shook his head. “I’m not a salesman sir, I have no pitch. And I don’t need a minute,” Kurt glanced at him but Blaine focused on his boyfriend’s father, “If I were to mess up what I have with your son, I’d be ruining my entire future. I may not be the smartest guy sir, and my past may be questionable, but there is no way I’m jeopardizing tomorrow. Kurt is my tomorrow.”

Burt’s eyes were wide. “And that’s not a sales pitch?”

“It’s the honest truth.” Blaine told him. “No disrespect to you, but your son knows that. We already have a couple doubters and we don’t care. My only concern is making sure Kurt never forgets what he means to me. If I take time off trying to convince everyone else, he might lose sight of that and I can’t have that happen.”

Burt lowered his head and smiled. “Where did you find this kid?”

Kurt had been smiling to himself the entire time, but shook his head at the question. “He found me actually, and it’s your fault, so thank you.”

Blaine smirked when Burt looked up. “Thank you.”

The man smirked back at him and shook his head. “Get out of here. Both of you.”

The boys froze for a second, looking at each other and then back to Burt.

“What?” his son asked.

“Go before I change my mind, kiddo.”

Blaine stood up quickly with a confused albeit happy smile and grabbed his shocked boyfriend out the seat. He put the cup on the coffee table and looked back to the man.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah.” Burt waved him off. Kurt smiled and went to kiss the old man on the forehead. His dad smiled. For some reason he knew Blaine wasn’t going anywhere and he wasn’t too sure how he felt about that.

“Love you.”

“Love you too,” Burt said, “I can’t see the game.”

Blaine started walking to the door and motioned outside when Kurt finally moved away from the living room. He mouthed let’s go but Kurt gestured upstairs.

“I need pjs,” he said with a smile. Blaine rolled his eyes and grabbed him by the arms, leading him out of the home and closing the door behind them.

“Baby,” Kurt laughed, “c’mon—“

“I have clothes.” Blaine dragged him out of the yard. “The man just gave us permission to sleep in the same bed twice in our lives. I’m not giving him the chance to realize this was the stupidest thing he’s ever done.”

Kurt laughed as he was led next door, and Blaine quickly unlocked the door. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I think my aunt is asleep so we need to be quiet.” When Blaine pushed the door open, Uncle Don was nodding asleep on the couch, the neglected TV still on. Blaine smirked, ushering his boyfriend in quietly and locking the door behind them. He tip toed up the stairs behind Kurt and smiled when they stopped in front of Mikey’s room to look at his coloring.

“So adorable,” Kurt whispered.

Blaine nodded. “Can we go to bed now? I think we made plans earlier.”

Kurt smiled and nodded, feeling his skin heat up. “Okay.”

Blaine nodded and led the way, opening his bedroom door and clicking on the light. He realized he never organized the video games and made note to finish it later, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

Kurt entered the room and closed the door behind him. His eyes focused on Blaine’s arms as the boy tossed the shirt aside; the boy then moving his hands to undo his belt.

Blaine noticed him watching and licked his lips. “Lock the door baby.”

Kurt was snapped out of his trance as he looked up to Blaine’s face, nodding in response. He turned back to face the door and exhaled, turning the lock and facing front once more after hearing it click.

At this point, Blaine dropped his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, tossing them away and walking over to his dresser. He stood there in only a pair of Polo boxers and the locket around his neck, ruffling his curly hair. “Want a pair of sweats?”

Kurt gulped and nodded. “Ok.”

Blaine smiled. “Ok.” He took out a pair of blue sweats from the drawer and turned back at him. “Relax.”

Kurt smiled softly, walking further into the room. He unbuttoned his jeans, placing his phone on Blaine’s bed before unfastening the zipper. Blaine licked his lips as he watched, tossing the sweat pants onto the bed and pulling a pair of basketball shorts on for himself.

As Kurt shimmied out of them, he felt ridiculously self-conscious. He’d never undressed in front of anyone like this, and now he was wiggling out of his jeans in front of his boyfriend. Blaine watched his movements closely. His breath caught when the creamy skin of his legs were revealed; smooth with light dusting of hair, begging to be touched. Kurt stepped out of them and awkwardly stood up. Blaine stared blatantly as he wet his lips. Kurt’s boxer briefs were tight, hugging his hips and outlining a bulge that made Blaine nervous. He never saw anyone else’s cock before. He’d felt Kurt’s against his and shit… was that not the hottest fucking thing ever… but this was a little different. Now he was about to see it.

Kurt awkwardly bent down to pick up the jeans and Blaine smirked when he saw him nervously folding them to perfection.

“I’m a little nervous too,” Blaine said aloud. Kurt looked up at him and smiled, shaking his head.

“This is weird when we were practically all over each other earlier.” He put the jeans down on top of the desk where his boyfriend’s laptop sat and shrugged a little. Blaine nodded his agreement.

“Want to lie down?”

Kurt smiled nervously and nodded, about to reach for the sweat pants, but Blaine told him no. He made a face at him. “Not fair. You have shorts on.”

Blaine smiled and took them off. He was in his boxers once more and tossed the shorts to wear the sweats were. “Now we’re even… except that shirt.”

Kurt bit his lip and looked down at his V-neck. He didn’t want to take it off. He wasn’t anything like Blaine—dark, muscular, any of that. He was pale white and lean, and in his mind there wasn’t much of a comparison.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Blaine turned the TV on in case someone walked by. They might need to drown out the noise they made in a few minutes. “You’re beautiful, and you’re mine, and I want to see that gorgeous body lying on my bed.”

Kurt blushed, rolling his eyes away. He took a deep breath and went to sit on the bed, facing away from Blaine and pulling the shirt up and over his head. Blaine smiled at his coyness as a movie channel played on the television.

He walked over to the bed and lay down on top of the covers. Kurt turned only his head back to look at him and had to take a deep breath. Blaine was laid down with one arm folded beneath his head and the other resting over his chest. Kurt licked his lips when his eyes met the tent in his boyfriend’s boxers, and then glanced quickly over muscular legs that could only come from the sport Blaine participated in.

The elder’s owns eyes were glued to Kurt’s back and arms, dying to reach out to touch him. He wanted to taste him, and to hear him, and to drink in every sense of the moment. Being with someone was never like this for him.

Kurt gulped and smiled extremely small, not knowing what he was doing at all. Instead of being afraid though, he scooted back on the bed and lay on top of the covers next to Blaine, looking up at the television at the front of the room.

Blaine took in the length of Kurt’s body. He felt himself growing in his boxers just by looking; Kurt’s body was amazing. The broad shoulders, the thin waist, sexy hips, long legs, sexy lips… everything. Blaine licked his lips and slid a little closer, leaning in front of his boyfriend until he had eye contact.

“You look so beautiful.”

Kurt blushed from his head to his feet. “I—You too.”

Blaine smiled at him, locking eyes and nodding. “Can I kiss you?”

Kurt nodded.

Blaine leant in slowly for a kiss; soft and sweet, before pulling away with an easy smile. “You had yogurt without me didn’t you?”

Kurt bit his lip before laughing a little. He wanted a snack. “I guess the cat’s out the bag.”

Blaine looked down at his boyfriend’s pink lips. “I can still taste it on you. Too bad you don’t like me.”

Kurt laughed a little, now a lot more relaxed. He bit his lip when their chests touched sending a jolt of heat through his entire body. “I like you.”

Blaine took a breath. His heart was pounding hard in his chest. “You do?”

“Kiss me.” Kurt said softly. Blaine’s eyes left his lips and found Kurt’s eyes, and he did just that.

They practically melted into it. Kurt sighed; relaxing his body completely on the bed, and Blaine controlled the kiss, sucking gently on Kurt’s tongue and tasting the sweetness of strawberries and bananas. He lay on top of him and they exhaled through their noses, neither wanting to come up for a breath.

A minute later, Kurt moved his hands from where they rested on the pillows beside him and held onto Blaine’s shoulders. The elder teased Kurt’s tongue with his own inside the boy’s mouth as he slowly grinded on top of him, barely moving more than a centimeter. Kurt would softly let little moans out at the light friction he was getting, trying not to thrust up.

Blaine withdrew for a moment with dark eyes and short pants, looking down at the boy beneath him. His eyes were focused on Kurt’s kiss swollen lips as he spoke. “Is this okay?”

Kurt licked his lips and not trusting his voice, gave him a head nod. At the answer, Blaine gave a small closed smiled and kissed him softly on the cheek. Kurt closed his eyes and caressed Blaine’s shoulders, licking his lips when he felt him drifting lower down his body.

Kurt’s fingers were in Blaine’s hair by the time he began to pepper kisses all over his chest. The rider had spread his legs and settled between them, his tongue flattened and running from one nipple to the other. Kurt’s toes were curling in the sheets. He’d never in life done anything like this and the sight alone was threatening to make him come hard in his underwear, never mind how mind blowing and amazing it felt.

“Ready for the group assignment?” Blaine whispered against his neck, working his lips along Kurt’s jaw line.

Kurt nodded hard as he tried to focus his eyes on Blaine. He couldn’t stop them from closing every time his boyfriend did something like that—sucking hard on a pleasure spot that had him squirming between Blaine and the bed. He didn’t know it was possible to feel so good.

That wasn’t even the best part, though. Blaine pulled away after another minute and though Kurt hated it, he loved what came next. The elder smiled, looking down at Kurt’s neck with an expression that looked like pride, and then over his body. He was knelt between Kurt’s parted legs and spread them even wider as he looked at the bulge underneath the black boxer briefs Kurt had on.

“I want to touch you while you touch me,” Blaine looked up at Kurt and licked his lips, questioning if that was ok. Kurt had his lip worried between his teeth and his boyfriend got even harder, if possible.

“Okay,” Kurt said with a nod. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few more seconds before Blaine reached out and grabbed his hand. Eyes still locked, he slowly moved it between his own legs, closing his eyes when Kurt was palming him through his boxers. Kurt bit his lip a little harder as he watched Blaine’s reaction.

“Can I—can we take them off?” Kurt’s voice broke, and Blaine opened his eyes and smiled. He nodded his head yes, allowing his boyfriend his hand back and rolling from between his legs.

Kurt watched Blaine slide his thumbs underneath his boxers and slowly pull them down, over his ass over his leaking cock, and all the way off his legs. He closed his eyes for a moment and stared. Blaine had an incredibly thick cock that was pink around the head, and it was long and hard. Not as long as Kurt’s was, but big none the less. His mouth was watering by the time he looked at his nuts. They were covered by a dark patch of hair, but before he could examine any further, Blaine was touching himself and speaking again.

“I think it’s your turn, baby.”

Kurt licked his lips and nodded, looking down at himself. There was a little wet spot on his dark briefs from the precum, and his dick was practically begging to be freed.

Blaine continued to stroke himself lazily as he watched his boyfriend pull off his underwear. This was the moment of truth; he’d see Kurt and get to touch him, and see all the faces he made. It wasn’t happening fast enough, but eventually, Kurt had sauntered out of the briefs and tossed them to the end of the bed. With a long breath, he lay back and looked down at himself. Blaine smiled at him before looking down as well. He found a long, pink cock, standing and waiting to be stroked. Kurt was trimmed neatly and Blaine licked his lips as he looked at it. It was leaking and he was getting harder.

He stopped touching himself and instead scooted closer to Kurt, placing a hand on his thigh and moving it inside. Kurt gasped, closing his eyes tightly as his hips rocked up off the bed.

Blaine used his free hand and grabbed Kurt’s again. “You want to touch it?”

Kurt tried to maintain his breathing as he looked down at Blaine’s cock again, nodding his head. “Yes.”

Blaine smiled softly, never moving his eyes away from Kurt’s. As he placed his boyfriend’s hand on his dick, he placed his hand on Kurt’s. Both involuntarily thrust forward because of it.

“Oh my god,” Kurt gasped, closing his eyes at the feeling. Blaine licked his lips and looked down at themselves. He stroked Kurt again, long and tight from the base to the tip. The younger teen’s legs shook as he gripped Blaine tightly, doing the same to him.

Blaine felt every hair on his skin stand up at the feeling. He shook his head, acknowledging that this wouldn’t last much longer with his boyfriend’s smooth hand massaging him, and removed both of their hands from their cocks. Kurt opened his eyes, half blissed, half raged, and looked at him like he’d lost his ever loving mind.

“Blaine—“

“Sit up and face me,” the elder told him. The angle was odd, and in order to experience this in the way he wanted to, he needed to see Kurt face to face.

The younger teen nodded, moving his body until he was seated on the bed. Blaine stretched his legs out and spread them, allowing Kurt to sit between them. Kurt stretched his out too, and Blaine pulled him closer, laughing at how the blue eyed boy braced himself from being dragged so roughly by holding onto the bed for dear life. The heads of their cocks touched though, and the laughing stopped. Blaine cursed, trying to thrust forward into nothing, and now it was Kurt’s time to give a cheeky smirk. He grabbed Blaine’s cock firmly and pumped it once, watching his face when he moaned and thrust up a little. Kurt bit his lip and did it again; Blaine’s cock seemed to get harder in his hand and if this wasn’t the sexiest thing ever he didn’t know what was.

Soon enough he found out. Blaine regained his composure and attacked Kurt’s mouth with his own, cradling his head with one hand and jerking him off with the other. They both whined nonsense into the other’s mouth as their hands flew up and down the lengths of their shafts, trying to fuck the other’s hands and trying to dominate the kiss.

Blaine mimicked the actions of Kurt’s hand as his boyfriend’s tongue roamed around in his mouth. His body was on fire, and every time Kurt’s strokes would get lazy, his would too, and when he jerked him off hard and fast, Blaine did the same to Kurt. He lost his fucking marbles when Kurt’s legs tightened around his waist and the boy somehow slid himself closer; the tips of their cocks touching and leaking as both their hands bumped; stoking the other to orgasm. Kurt was whining against his lips, repeating strings of ‘baby’ and his legs were shaking around him.

Blaine knew he was about to come harder than he ever had as his stomach tightened. The firmness of the way he was being touched by Kurt and the way his boyfriend’s eyes were shut tightly, lips parted and head thrown back, exposing a mark Kurt didn’t know was there (oops) as he moaned… Blaine knew this was the end. He struggled to keep up with Kurt’s strokes as he was about to warn he was close, but then he heard a “goooodddd” being sang in a note than was nothing but sex. Kurt came hard all over them and the sight of his come running down Blaine’s cock made the boy erupt from his own orgasm.

He wanted to stroke Kurt through his, he really did. He just couldn’t fucking move. Blaine came so hard his vision went completely white for a good 5 seconds. All he could do was gasp for air as Kurt continued to whine, and enjoy the boy’s hand as it continued to move. He felt numb and amazing and that was hands down the best sexual experience he had ever had. And he had sex before, by the way.

Kurt took another few breaths before opening his eyes. He looked down at their bodies as his sweaty boyfriend collapsed against the bed; his chest rising and falling quickly. They were a mess to say the least, but Kurt couldn’t care. That was the best he ever felt. That was the hottest thing he could ever imagine. So much for touches of fingertips and all the other mumbo jumbo he used to want.

“Kurt…”

Kurt gulped when he noticed the position this left them in. He was seated comfortably on top of Blaine and the elder was lying back on the bed, arms spread out. Perfect time for a ride innuendo.

“Yes baby?”

Blaine licked his lips and smiled. “Remind me to give your father a big ass hug when I see him.”

Kurt smiled at him, noticing Blaine’s eyes were shut. “Don’t go to sleep. We’re a mess.”

Blaine nodded, peeking an eye open. “I won’t, relax.”

Kurt smiled at him and took another few breaths before rolling off. He lay down beside him, breathing heavy and looking up at the ceiling as well. “I’m parched.”

Blaine licked his lips and smiled. “I’ll go get us a juice box in a minute.”