Kurt giggled, latching his fingers into Blaine's hair, and kissing him lightly. Blaine immediately pushed him down on the couch, moving his lips quickly with Kurt's, and not hesitating to let his tongue impatiently slip through.

            "Boys!" Burt called out, "Please refrain from making out in this house."

            Blaine immediately pulled back, blushing furiously. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel. We were just, um..."

            "Don't think of excuses." Burt replied, "Just don't be inappropriate in this house."

            Kurt chuckled. He actually chuckled. I pouted at him. "Don't laugh! That's probably the fifth time we've been caught making out this week. And, Burt isn't the only one whose caught us."

            "We're having bad luck this week, aren't we?" Kurt continued his fit of hysterical laughter, and Blaine joined him.

            It had all started Monday. Finn barged into Kurt's room to borrow something, but caught the pair in a very heated make-out session.

            And, Tuesday, Kurt almost strangled Rachel. Blaine had locked the door, but Rachel picked the lock! Only her! What if he and Blaine had been... doing worse?

            "My parents are out." Blaine whispered in his ear. "Want to go to my place?"

            Blaine sucked on Kurt's tongue, eliciting a moan from the taller boy. He adjusted so Kurt was straddling his hips.

            "You are so hot." Blaine whispered in his ear. "God, Kurt."

            He slid his hands down to the curve of Kurt's ass, and squeezed lightly. Kurt whined. "Yes. Oh my gosh Blaine do that again."

            Blaine slowly began kneading his ass in his hands. Kurt was making all these sexy pants and moans, and Blaine was so embarrassingly turned on at that point, that he almost came at the other boy's reaction.

            The curly-haired boy got a little rougher with his hand motions, and Kurt pushed down, grinding hard between his hips.

            They continued the hard grinding. That is, until Blaine heard the sound of the door opening, and his Mom's singsong voice from the kitchen. "Blaine, honey, we're ho-ome!"

            The reaction was fast. Kurt and Blaine were off of each other in an instant, both crossing their legs, and Blaine fixing his hair where the taller boy had clung to it.

            "Hey Mom!" Blaine said as enthusiastically as he could. "Kurt's here."

            "Oh, that's great! We had to talk to you two! Could he stay for dinner?"

            Kurt shrugged, and pulled out his phone to text his dad. "I guess he could..."

            Blaine couldn't help but feel tense the moment she said they should talk. Although she sounded excited, the curly-haired boy was scared. Why would they need to talk?

            Blaine's parents were accepting of their son. It took a while to get used to Kurt, and their relationship, but they eventually did. They wanted what was best for their son, but they also wanted what made him happy.

            At the dinner table, Blaine sat with Kurt, and was practically squeezing his hand off. The taller boy tried to calm him, but he didn't want to say anything in front of his parents.

            "As you know, at the beginning of July, we're going on vacation." Blaine's father said to him. "And, we were wondering if Kurt would like to go."

            The curly-haired boys eyes widened, and he let go of his vice grip on Kurt's hand. "R-really?"

            Blaine's mother laughed, "Yes, really. Kurt, would you like to come with us on vacation?"

            Now it was Kurt's turn to be in shock. "I'd really like to go, but I'll have to ask my parents. Wow. Thank you so much for inviting me."

            "Of course. Two beds in your room, and door open." Mr. Anderson said.

            Kurt nodded, eyes wide. Blaine groaned and blushed. "Dad, we won't do anything!" Although, that would end out being a lie, and Blaine already knew it.

            Both his parents laughed. "We trust your judgment, son. Just making sure."

            After dinner, Kurt went in the living room to text his Dad, and Blaine's parents went upstairs. He had to be precise about what he said, and he allowed Blaine to run through a list of excuses he could use.

            "I really hope you can go with us." Blaine whispered, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. His voice went down to a low whisper. "We'll have a room all to ourselves, and on our own floor..."

            Kurt sighed, but giggled. "I don't want to be on your parent's bad side. No funny business. I'm pretty sure you can handle not fooling around for a week."

            "Maybe, but isn't making out on the beach sensual and romantic?" the curly-haired boy laughed, running his hands though his boyfriend's chestnut-colored locks..

            Kurt joined in the laughter. "You are unbelievable!"

            "Nah. Just horny."

            "Fine. Then, you're insane!"

            He hurled a pillow at Blaine's head. The shorter boy didn't even hesitate to reach for his hair and spread the gel in it.

            "How is it that I've seen you have an orgasm, but I've never seen your hair without gel?" Kurt pouted.

            Blaine sighed. "It's a freaking birds nest! Maybe on vacation you'll get to see it."

            "I bet... it's really... sexy." the chestnut-haired boy said between kisses down his jaw.

            Blaine gasped, and tried to stay cool. Now was not the ideal time to get hard. But, Kurt's tongue was tracing lazy patterns down his neck, and he was really turned on. God, he loved Kurt's tongue. He had experienced his level of talent with numerous make-out sessions, but he could only imagine what it would feel like on his-

            The taller boy was nibbling on his neck gently, tugging with his teeth, but not enough to leave a mark. "Kurt! We... we need to cool off."

            "Why?" he whispered in reply, "You're parents are all the way upstairs babe."

            "I know." Blaine said disappointedly. "But, you know with our luck today, they'll catch us. Besides, I just don't want to be on their bad side, or else you can't come."

            Kurt frowned. "Sorry. You're right."

            Blaine didn't want to admit it, but he stopped Kurt because he was going to take him on a special date that night, and his boyfriend would've been too exhausted.