When Blaine woke up the next morning Kurt was sitting in the chair by the window, staring out over the garden. Tina wasn't in the bed next to Blaine, so he guessed that she had already gotten up. Kurt was wearing a pair of Tina's pajama pants with red plaid and a blue t-shirt Mike had once forgot at her house.

When Blaine moved a little to rest his head on his arm Kurt looked over hos shoulder and met his eyes. He looked sad and insecure.

"Goodmorning," Blaine said.

"'Morning," Kurt mumbled and looked back to the window.

Blaine shuffled a little in the bed, considering what to do since the situation apparently was going to be strained. But he didn't want it to be. What had happened the previous night was unfortunate and it sucked, but it didn't have to have any consequences for them if they didn't want it to.

"Come here," Blaine said and Kurt looked back on him with a slightly quizzical expression.

"Come over here and lie down next to me," Blaine sighed and moved a little to show Kurt that he meant it.

Kurt got to his feet and crawled into the bed next to Blaine with unsure movements. To make sure there were no misunderstandings Blaine immediately pulled him as close as he possibly could and pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek.

"This doesn't have to be weird. But I just think we need to talk about this, because I'm not sure what I can expect from what you told me last night. You were pretty drunk," Blaine pointed out, Kurt's eyes flickering around his face.

Blaine could see in his eyes that he was replaying the events of the night in his head. Going over all the details and deciding how to put it into words – maybe to avoid making Blaine too upset. He turned to lie on his side and started twirling his fingers around in a fold on Blaine's pajama shirt, focusing his eyes on his movements when he drew a heavy breath and sighed.

"We had been hanging out in the garage of some guy Puck knows. We had been drinking and we didn't have any more beer so we decided to go get some more. We were at the gas station because everything was closed, and we were hanging outside. We were talking and one of the guys had asked me about you so I was just telling him about... you know, when you fucked me – then I saw these guys at the other side of the street cornering some kids."

He took a pause to breathe and probably to recall the incident. He stopped his fumbling with Blaine's shirt and let his hands disappear under the covers before he looked Blaine directly in the eyes.

"I walked over there. The kids looked scared. I think one of them was only 14. When I got closer I could hear that these guys were trying to get the kids to take their drugs but the kids kept saying that they didn't want any so the guys just started beating them. Puck was right behind me so we got a hold of the kids and pushed them away. The guys just started beating us instead, but that was pretty inevitable. So we gave them back. What was we supposed to do? Just take it? I don't know when the other guys from the party got there, but suddenly we were in this huge fight. We didn't even notice the police coming until we were being pulled apart. The cops asked us what was going on – they split us into groups. The kids were just staring at us, completely terrified. When we told what had happened the cops didn't believe us. The other guys said we just started beating them up out of nowhere. In the end they took us all down to the station and took our statements again and again. I was there for an hour before they let me call you," Kurt explained.

Blaine let the many words fasten themselves in his mind so he could take a moment to digest what it was Kurt had just told him. For his inner a eye a sequence of Kurt being punched and kicked by a group of big guys were playing and torturing him greatly.

"I'm really proud of you. It was so big of you to help those kids. You could've just walked away. You did the right thing, Kurt. We'll get you out of this together. I promise," Blaine said and let his hand drift around to cup Kurt's neck so he could press a kiss to his mouth.

"I hope so. You know what they do to guys like us in prison," Kurt sighed and moved closer into Blaine's embrace with his nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

"Don't say that. I'm the only one who gets to do stuff like that to you," Blaine smirked and strengthened his grip around Kurt.

"So you wanna tie me up, spank me and then rape me?" Kurt said and looked up with a raised eyebrow – challenging.

Blaine's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Suddenly an image of Kurt tied naked to the bedpost with marks from a heavy spanking over his milky white cheeks burning red as he was sending Blaine a lustful look over his shoulder was filling up Blaine's brain, making him squeeze his thighs a little closer together.

"I – that's not what I -" he started stammering out and was well aware of how scarlet his face was.

Before he could try and do any sort of damage control he felt Kurt's hand between his legs, cupping his growing erection with a squeeze and a triumphant smile.

"If they let me go that will be the only thing on the menu for the victory party," he whispered with a grin and sucked Blaine's lower lip into his mouth. He chuckled as he stared into Blaine's eyes and squeezed his hand a little harder, pushing his hips closer to Blaine's.

"We'll be okay. I'll be okay – I know that I will as long as you're with me," Kurt smiled softly and let his hand leave Blaine's cock so it could find its way onto his back inside his shirt where he curled his fingers up as if he was trying to hold on to Blaine's skin, crawl inside of him just to feel him closer – Blaine knew that reaction, because that was the way he always felt when he was lying close with Kurt.

"I'll always be with you. Always, Kurt -" Blaine promised, not doubting for a second that he really meant it.

"No one stays together forever anymore," he said with a crooked, sympathetic smile, the one that made Blaine feel like a kid who had just said something dumb.

"Some people do. But it doesn't matter – because it's not like we're the average couple anyway. Since we're outside of any group at all, we might as well be outside of the group with the rest of the people that break up and hate each other," Blaine declared.

"I like that. You always... say stuff like that. Right when I think everything looks the darkest and I get all cynical – you swoop in and make me believe that it isn't. My knight in shining armor."

Kurt's voice had been reduced to a weak whisper and his eyes were sparkling. It was like the corners of his mouth were itching to smile even though his face didn't move a muscle. All Blaine could think about was how breathtaking he was, and how he wished that he could find a way to make a time-bubble so the moment didn't have to pass.

"For you I would be anything. A stable-boy if you needed -" he teased, but his throat was dry and made his voice scratchy.

"Na-uh – that can't do it. You're much more than that," Kurt giggled.

Kurt Hummel giggled.

"Where did my badass, biker, beer-drinking boyfriend go?" Blaine chuckled.

He pulled the comforter over their heads and pressed his mouth onto Kurt's, both of them giggling and chuckling as their tongues started dancing together. Kurt quickly buried his fingers in Blaine's curls, Blaine's fingers sliding down the back of Kurt's underwear. The heat was just starting to rise when the door opened.

"Oh no. Blaine, really? In my bed? Seriously," Tina whined and closed the door behind her.

Kurt got the comforter removed from their faces, his pink cheeks joined by a grand smile that witnessed about his morning gloom obviously having left him.

"We are still dressed. We're being decent. Especially for us. It was pretty fucking close," Kurt stated and licked a strip from Blaine's Adams apple to his chin.

"Gee, thanks -" she scowled and looked a little suspicious before she crossed the room and crawled back into her own side of the bed, keeping her distance.

Blaine put a chaste kiss to Kurt's nose before he turned his back on Kurt, melting into his arms but facing Tina.

"I would ask you how you were holding up after last night, but it doesn't seem like you've got much trouble about keeping your head high," she said. Anyone else would probably think she was annoyed that they were being so close in her bed, but Blaine knew that she was happy about seeing them so comfortable around each other. She was simply happy for them.

"I don't know what's gonna happen now. I think I'll get called to court or something. It could be worse," Kurt shrugged and rested his cheek against Blaine's from behind him, chin on his shoulder.

"If you do that I'm coming with you," Blaine declared immediately. There was no way he would let Kurt do that alone, and if he knew Kurt right he probably wouldn't let his dad come. Of course Puck would be there as well, but that wouldn't be the same.

"I don't want you to see me like that, babe -" Kurt started to object.

"Kurt, I'll come with you. I'll go with Blaine, and we'll both support you. I don't really have any idea what's going on, but I will be there for you as well," Tina said.

It was surreal. Lying in Tina's bed, the bed he had been sleeping in since he was a kid, with Tina who had been his best friend since he was a kid – and his boyfriend, the boy that Tina had been so against him seeing. And they were getting along. It was perfect.

The rest of the morning they stayed in bed where Tina and Kurt started a battle of who could tell Blaine the most embarrassing glee club story about the other. The morning was filled with laughter and blushing cheeks. Definitely not what Blaine had expected of his day when he woke up.

Around 1 they got into their clothes and Blaine offered to go home with Kurt so he wouldn't have to face his dad alone with the news of what had happened. He hugged Tina and to his surprise Kurt did as well. They drove to town where Kurt picked up his motorcycle and Blaine drove back to his house where he waited for him in the driveway.

When Kurt rounded the corner and came driving up the gravel leading from the street to the Hummel-Hudson house Blaine couldn't help noticing how incredibly sexy he thought Kurt was on his bike. The tight leather suit he was wearing didn't make it easier for Blaine to look away from his ass and thighs. When Kurt took off his helmet Blaine was surprised he was even able to move anymore.

"You're staring," Kurt said and put his helmet on the handlebar.

"You're enjoying it," Blaine retorted and was returned by a giant grin.

"Only because I know how fucking dirty your mind is," Kurt smiled and nodded in a gesture for Blaine to come over to him.

How he could stand wearing that suit in the uncontrollable sun Blaine would never guess.

He stood up from the mural he had been leaning against and walked the few steps to meet Kurt where he was still sitting on his motorcycle.

"Some day I'll fuck you against this," Kurt said.

"Or even better -"

He moved closer, letting his lips ghost over Blaine's and his eyes intensely piercing Blaine's.

"I'll just pull down my pants and bend over it so you can fuck me over it," he whispered and suddenly Blaine realized that Kurt was leading his hand over the warm leather, up his thigh and down his crotch, guiding it over his hip and down to make Blaine grasp his ass.

But of course nothing more was going to happen now either, because yet again they were so annoyingly blocked.

"There you are, Kurt. You said that you would come home to sleep last night – I've been worried sick over you," Kurt's dad said as he showed in the front door.

Blaine rushed his hand away from Kurt's ass, his palm still burning from the contact – his cheeks just as warm from being caught like that.

"I'm sorry, dad. I ended up spending the night with Blaine. I'll explain everything later. Right now I just really want a shower," Kurt sighed and got to the ground where he grabbed Blaine's hand and started walking towards his dad at the door.

They got inside and Blaine politely greeted his dad before he followed Kurt upstairs. In Kurt's room he watched as Kurt stripped completely and walked naked around the room while looking for a towel. It was a hard task to not just jump him right then and there, especially because Kurt naturally did his best to show Blaine exactly what he had to offer and in no way hide that he wanted Blaine as well.

"If I'm gone too long it's because I'm wanking like crazy to the thought of you watching me in that hungry way," Kurt stated as he walked to the bathroom, not even bothering closing the door after him.

Blaine let himself sink down in Kurt's sheets. He listened as the water was turned on and drumming down on the porcelain. He could hear that Kurt was humming.

Before he knew it he was on his feet and had tiptoed to the bathroom. Biting his lower lip to stay quiet as he watched and was thrilled to see that Kurt was standing with his back on the shower curtain. Carefully he pulled the shower curtain to the side and found Kurt's pale back with flawless skin glistening wet.

Yet, all he could focus on was his movements. The way the muscles in his shoulder and arm was moving. Kurt definitely hadn't been joking.

"Ah yes," Kurt groaned and let his forehead clasp against the tiles while he worked his hand furiously over his hard cock.

"Need help with that?" Blaine asked cheeky.

"Shit! You scared me. You douche!" Kurt groaned as he startled rushed together.

It only took him a few seconds, though, to turn around and grab Blaine's wrists so he could pull him into the shower with him.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and shoved his hands down the back-pockets of his (now soaked) jeans as he pressed a kiss to his mouth with laughter.

"Kurt! My clothes -" Blaine chuckled and nipped at his lower lip.

"Blaine!" Kurt mimicked at him.

"If you weren't wearing clothes it wouldn't be a problem," he stated and started unbuttoning Blaine's pants while Blaine began to pull his polo off and throw it to the corner of the shower niche.

With some awkward fumbling around, giggles and laughter they quickly had Blaine just as naked as Kurt was, his clothes collected in a wet pile in the corner.

"Just fuck me. Knight," Kurt challenged with lust blown eyes and a smile that was so playful that Blaine was sure that he wouldn't have been able to resist even if he wanted to.

"Alright," he stammered breathy.

With his hands gently sliding down Kurt's arms he didn't waste any time to grasp his ass so their wet erections could slide together. Kurt got the notion and hooked his arms around Blaine's neck, and before they could do anything else Kurt had his legs locked around Blaine's waist and his back pressed against the wet tiles for leverage.

Their mouths worked together like it was their only source of life, while Blaine's cock was slipping between Kurt's cheeks.

The water was comfortable but it didn't stop their body temperature from rising. It was like they were the ones to heat up the water and the room around them. At first Blaine was scared that he was going to drop Kurt, but when he realized how strong Kurt's thighs and back was, and the way he noticed that he didn't even have to hold much of his weight he finally allowed himself into the kiss.

With a firm grasp on Kurt's buttocks he made sure that Kurt was open enough, but had to face that he couldn't reach enough to stretch him.

"Screw that – just fuck me," Kurt panted into his mouth, barely making room to speak between kisses, his nails digging into Blaine's back.

"Kurt... I can't – hurt you like that," Blaine groaned and kissed over his neck, his lips sliding easily around Kurt's naked skin.

He squeezed his hands a little tighter on Kurt's ass, his fingertips only lightly grazing over his hole. Blaine could feel his entrance flutter with each ghosting from his fingers and it only made him even harder.

He wanted it, needed it – badly. He could feel his cock head bumping against Kurt's entrance with every movement and he nearly whimpered from the need. But if he did it without stretching it would be an explosion of pain for Kurt, he was sure.

"I don't care – just do it. Need you," Kurt growled through gritted teeth and tensed the muscles in his ass so Blaine almost lost control of himself.

With his cock pounding and complaining at him Blaine left all reason behind and pushed his hips upwards while slowly trying to ease Kurt down around him, responded by a huff of breath into Blaine's mouth. Kurt's heels were digging even harder into the top of Blaine's ass and his fingers were clinging even stronger to the muscles on his shoulder blades.

It was burning in his dick. Kurt was tightening around him with a painful sensation, like his body was sucking him in, but it didn't matter because he was finally back inside of Kurt and it was the most amazing feeling ever.

"Fuck me. Fuck me so hard, baby -" Kurt begged into his mouth, biting Blaine's lower lip with whimpers when Blaine slowly pulled halfway out and pushed roughly in.

"Yes! Yes!" Kurt exclaimed in a high pitched note.

It was so damn tight, and for a second he considered stopping and let Kurt back down, but he surely couldn't do that. It was way too good, and his balls were screaming at him, telling that he wouldn't last long any way.

So he slowly pulled back out, his head remaining snugly hugged by the rim of Kurt's asshole, and plunged back in so hard that Kurt groaned loudly and bit down on his shoulder. He continued the action on and on until it was a steady rhythm.

There was not really any words for why, but Blaine found it strangely intimate the way Kurt was clinging to him as he kept his dick plunging into Kurt's ass. Kurt's head was resting on his shoulder as his fingers were digging into his shoulder blade and neck. He was quietly whimpering in the rhythm of Blaine's thrust and for some reason Blaine felt all of his emotions for Kurt well up inside of him.

It was all too much and he had only just started, but within seconds his knees started quivering, his stomach curled up and his balls pulsed, shooting a steady torrent into Kurt's hole.

"Oh god. Oh god – Kurt," Blaine cried into Kurt's neck.

It was only a second before Kurt was tightening nearly painfully around him and his own cock started filling their stomachs with hot semen firing out of him, mixing with the water and sliding down their bodies.

Blaine's legs felt like jelly and his arms as well. He almost couldn't keep Kurt up anymore, but he didn't want to let him down, didn't want to leave his body so they could go back to being two individuals again. Kurt's nails were still digging into his back and his face was still buried in the crook of Blaine's neck, panting with his lips brushing over Blaine's skin.

Kurt brushed his cheek around Blaine's shoulder a little before he turned to let his head back against the tiles so he could kiss Blaine chastely. He let his hand rest on Blaine's neck and caressed his thumb through the tips of his dripping curls.

They had moved so that only the lower of part of Blaine's body was in the stream of water and it was only a few minutes before Kurt's body was covered in gooseflesh and Blaine let him down so he could drag him under the heated water as well.

Blaine kept his hands running around Kurt's body, doing his best to reach as much of him as he possibly could. He was just about to ask Kurt if he wanted him to stay or go home while Kurt talked to his dad when the door was opened and Blaine nearly slipped on the wet floor.

"Kurt! Get out of there. Gotta talk to you downstairs... and Blaine, I rescued your phone from your wet pants," Kurt's dad said and the door was closed again.

"Oh god!" Blaine groaned in horror against Kurt's shoulder.

Suddenly he was very aware that he was naked and had just fucked Kurt in his shower. Not to mention the fact that his father-in-law obviously knew that they were naked together. And Burt Hummel was no stupid man – of course he knew that if two teenage boys were naked together, they wouldn't exactly be playing Monopoly.

However, all of those thoughts disappear when Kurt left the shower without a word and started drying himself off. Blaine followed him and dried himself off as well before hanging his wet clothes on the towel-hangers on the wall.

When Blaine entered Kurt's room Kurt had already pulled a fresh pair of boxers on and was sitting on the edge of the bed with a t-shirt in his hand, not moving but staring at the shelves on the wall in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked nervously and stopped in front of him, unsure what to do about himself considering he didn't have any dry clothes to put on.

"Yeah. I'm... fine," Kurt said, a little oddly, and held his hand out, offering Blaine a pair of clean underwear.

Blaine dragged them on and sat down next to Kurt. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say or do, so he hoped Kurt would take the first step. If there was something wrong he didn't want to pretend everything was okay, but on the other hand he didn't want to be worried if things were fine.

"Do you think I'll be okay, Blaine? Do you think I'll get off without problems?" Kurt suddenly asked in a weak voice.

"I don't know, Kurt. I hope so. I mean, you were only trying to help some young boys. It wasn't like you started it or anything," Blaine said.

They fell silent for a while. Blaine was afraid to speak. He knew that Kurt would never let himself be so vulnerable in front of anyone and Blaine wouldn't risk messing it up so Kurt felt like he couldn't be open with him either.

"My dad is gonna kill me," Kurt huffed and let his hand rest on Blaine's moist thigh, his fingers caressing through the fine hair covering his skin.

"Of course he's not gonna kill you. He's not gonna be happy about it, but he'll understand when he hears the truth," Blaine assured him.

Kurt turned his head and sent him a weak smile before he cupped Blaine's cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips before getting up so he could walk to the dresser.

He found out a black pair of tights that he started to pull on followed by a big, gray sweater. It was fluffy and tight with a big collar falling gracefully around Kurt's neck and it was long enough to cover his ass, but still tight enough for Blaine to have a clear view of the outlines of his muscles.

Whenever Kurt wore clothes like that Blaine always turned speechless. It was so unlike the boy he had got to know at the beginning of their relationship, but it was in perfect line with the pictures Tina had shown him and the things she had told him of the time before he changed. When he wore clothes like that it made Blaine feel like Kurt was exposing himself to him because he wanted to let him in but wasn't sure how to do it with words.

"Kurt... if you want me to go with you to talk to your dad I can do that," Blaine said softly, watching Kurt pull on his socks and run his fingers through his damp hair.

Kurt turned around to smile at Blaine, but it was only half-heared, filled with insecurity and nerves. He was just trying to be brave, to be the Kurt who wasn't afraid of anything and didn't care about anyone or how he did in the world – but it completely failed.

"Would you? I could use you down there," he said and shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Of course I would. Let's get it over with. I'm sure it will work out, babe -" Blaine assured him and stood up. He squeezed Kurt tight, received a deep hug himself before Kurt found a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for Blaine to borrow.

Then they headed downstairs to see Kurt's dad, to explain to him why Kurt hadn't been home to sleep and why he was sore in his back and ribs. But that wasn't how it happened, because when they came downstairs Kurt's dad was waiting for them in the kitchen, Kurt's stepmother on his side, both looking very gloomy.

"Kurt, why did you receive a letter from the courthouse while you two were fooling around in the shower?" Kurt's dad asked and Blaine could feel his face flame and his entire being shrink.

Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's hand; more like they were encouraging each other to walk over and sit down in front of Kurt's waiting parents.

So they did.

They sat down by the dining table and Kurt took a deep breath before he told everything. To Blaine's relief he went for the version he had given Blaine earlier that day, starting out with the party and ending out with how Blaine had picked him up in the middle of the night.

No one said anything while Kurt told his tale, and even after he was finished a thick silence filled the kitchen. Blaine could feel that Kurt was waiting and hoping his dad would say something, and when he didn't Kurt clearly got impatient and started turning his fingers anxiously around each other on the table in front of him.

"Dad... would you say something? Please?" Kurt asked, his voice innocent with a heartbreaking touch to it that reminded Blaine of the huge fight they had when he thought that Kurt had dumped him.

"Kurt – I gotta say that this was definitely not what I expected from you. When you started with all of that stuff... changing your clothes and exchanging your car for a motorcycle. When you started drinking and skipping school – I hoped that you were just going through a tough time and needed a way to get some outlet. Get some of all of that anger out that you had built up inside of you. But I never thought I would see the day where you got picked up by the cops," his dad said, disappointment glowing from his eyes and oozing from his voice.

"I'm so sorry, dad – I never meant to. I just... I couldn't just see those kids get beat up that way," Kurt apologized, his voice breaking. He moved a little closer to Blaine, so Blaine brushed a hand up his thigh, hoping to calm him down.

"I'm not finished!" His dad said firmly and it was like Kurt was puppy getting kicked.

"What I'm trying to say is... I've been okay with this because I hoped you would get over it in time – and now that you have Blaine it seems like you're heading back to your old track, but stronger than you were before. But you've always been a strong kid. I just wish you would have tackled this a little differently. You could've called the police yourself," he said and Blaine was sure he heard a whimper get caught in Kurt's throat.

"That being said; I am very proud of you for standing up for those kids. We will make sure this will get off without you getting into too much dirt. I'm sure we can figure something out here," Kurt's dad said and got to his feet.

He walked around the table and pulled Kurt to stand up with him so he could drag him into a tight hug. For the first time in their relationship Blaine saw Kurt being exposed and vulnerable to someone other than him. It was crushing his heart the way Kurt had transformed from a hot, badass dude in a leather-suit on a motorcycle, to a little boy scared to tell his dad about the mess he had made.

Somehow Blaine felt like he shouldn't be watching, like he shouldn't even be present. This was a private, intimate moment – a side of Kurt that he wasn't sure Kurt was comfortable about having him see yet.

"Gonna open that letter now and see what it says?" Mr. Hummel said as he let go of Kurt.

Kurt rubbed his eyes with his hands and took a deep breath. He sent Blaine a brave smile and picked the letter up. He turned it over in his hands a few times before he ripped open the envelope.

"Yeah. I uhm... I have to go in for a hearing on Wednesday. I don't know what to do. Should I get a lawyer? I can't afford that... fuck!" He burst out, his lower lip quivering and his eyes flickering around the room to avoid meeting anyone.

"Hey – hey... it's okay. We'll figure it out. You'll be fine. I uhm – I'll talk to my mom when I get home," Blaine said and hurried to his feet so he could take Kurt's hands and search for his eyes, desperate to let him know that he wasn't going to stand alone with this.

For the first time in his life Blaine was going to ask his mom for a favor he wasn't supposed to ever ask her of: he was going to ask his mom if she would help Kurt with his case. He had never considered his mom's status at a prestigious law-firm to be something he could use, considering his plans to going for performing arts like his brother, but now it seemed like his mom's job would be his savior.

"You don't have to do that, Blaine. I'll figure something out," Kurt objected, but Blaine hurried to cut him off.

"No, Kurt. My mom loves you and I'm sure she'll be happy to help you. It's gonna be fine. Soon we'll forget this whole chaos," Blaine said and kissed Kurt's cheek, stroking a thumb over the back of his hand to calm him down.

"I love you," Kurt mumbled and squeezed Blaine's hand.

"I love you too, Kurt. It'll be okay," Blaine smiled, hoping he was right.

But how was he ever going to explain the thing to his mom? And how was he ever going to make sure that his dad wouldn't have another one of his hysterical trips over him being with Kurt? This wasn't exactly strengthening their case of Kurt being good for him.