Blaine’s own surprised yell added to the noise, “DAD!”

Luckily the blanket covered most of their bodies, but Kurt squirmed further under them, flushing deeply and muttering, “Oh my god, Mr. Anderson.”

Tim stammered quickly out, “Mom… made breakfast… get cold…” before hurrying out the door.

“My dad thinks we had sex,” Blaine mumbled covering his face.

“Well…” Kurt said searching the floor for his discarded underwear.

“Not that,” Blaine said, “You know like… sex sex. Oh my god, and we have to go downstairs and sit and eat with him… what if he says something to my mom?”

“I think as long as we don’t have sausage links or bananas I think we can survive. Besides, he doesn’t really KNOW that we did anything, we could have had bottoms on.” Kurt tried to reason.

“Our clothes are scattered all over the floor!” Blaine practically yelled.

“Go get us some pajama pants; we can wear those downstairs, and some t-shirts. If they say anything, we can just say I borrowed some of your pants to sleep in. It’s not like he caught us in the act.” Kurt told him, trying to calm him. “But hurry otherwise it will seem wrong.”

They quickly dressed to head down to breakfast. Thankfully, Blaine’s mom made pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Mr. Anderson was pointedly looking at the food on his plate as he carefully cut up his pancakes.

“How was your party last night?” Mrs. Anderson asked setting plates of pancakes down in front of each of them either ignorant of the encounter upstairs or, unbothered by it.

“It was great; all the old Warblers were there. Trent, James and Luke are the council this year, they told us all about competition this year, Kurt old club beat them at Sectionals, you should have seen their faces when Kurt told them that was his friends.” Blaine said, trying to relive the humor of the moment and forget about the incident minutes earlier.

Mr. Anderson seemed to loosen up more the longer they sat eating. Soon all four of them were chatting and laughing. None of the tension from their previous meal, or the embarrassment from earlier was present. It wasn’t until Kurt and Blaine were heading back upstairs to get dressed for the day, that any returned.

“Blaine, if you are going to do… anything… or have Kurt sleep over… just… lock the door please.” Time said before walking away shaking his head.

Kurt held his laughter in until they are back in Blaine’s room, then he burst laughing clutching his sides. Blaine started huff away but Kurt brings him into a hug. “I’m sorry, but you were so worried about what he would say…and he just reminded to wants you to lock the door...” Kurt laugh began to die down. “We really should have locked the door in the first place, you know.”

Blaine smiled at him, kissed him, then said, “Yes, we really should have,” then gave a small laugh shaking his head.

Before leaving the Anderson house, Kurt looked over the car to see what tools and parts he would need the next day. After compiling a complete list, he turned to his boyfriend. “I will be here around ten tomorrow. Do you need me to bring you some coveralls? Because you will be helping me, your dad too.”

After adding coveralls for both the men, the boys spend half an hour saying goodbye.

Kurt pulled into the Anderson’s driveway the next morning stiff from the long drive so early in the morning. The garage door was already open so he made his way and heard voices bickering at each other.

“No, Blaine you can’t use a socket wrench.”

“Yes, you can you just have to have the right size.”

Kurt walked into the garage his arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing? What was the point of bringing me hear if you weren’t going to wait on my expertise?”

Both men looked up startle, clearly caught in the act. “We just thought…” Mr. Anderson began before being cut off by Kurt.

“You just thought you would make my job that much more difficult? Now come and help me get the tools and parts from the back of my car.” He turned and headed back to the Navigator, sure they would follow.

After handing them both some coveralls, the ordered them to go and change while he organized everything. Despite the rough start, things went well. Both of the Anderson men listened carefully to Kurt’s instructions and asked for clarification instead of just doing what they thought was right and messing things up. Mrs. Anderson brought them soup, sandwiches for lunch in the garage (not wanting them to mess up the house in their filthy clothes), and marveled at the happy faces of the three men.

Once the breaks were replaced, Kurt went to work trying to tune the engine. Tim and Blaine marveled at the way Kurt would have them crank the car to life, and just by listening be able to tell exactly what needed to be fixed.

“How do you do that?” Blaine asked after the third time of this.

Kurt was leaned over into the engine, but pulled back for a moment to answer and saw the look of awe on both of their faces. “Well, experience, I have been hanging around the garage since I was little. But also… it’s like music, you know when you are listening to a band and you hear something off, like the bass is out of tune or the drummer is lagging. It’s the same with an engine. It’s almost like tuning an instrument sometimes. You do it long enough and you can do it by ear.” He returned to the engine, to show Blaine how to adjust the timing belt.

By the time they were finished, the sun had already set, but the car purred. “I never thought it could sound that good.” Mr. Anderson marveled.

“I honestly didn’t think it would ever run.” Blaine said, shooting a smile at his dad.

Kurt laughed at the both of them, “You were both good students, but please, before you do anything just call me or my dad. Seriously this is too nice a car to mess up.” He went into detail about how often to change the oil and what brand/type to use, before just telling him it might be safer just to take it to his dad for servicing.

Before leaving for the night, Tim thanked Kurt and insisted they go for a quick spin, before he left. They ended up parking on a hill overlooking Blaine’s neighborhood and making out instead of taking a long drive.

“It does feel like this is what the car was made for doesn’t it.” Kurt said between kisses.

Friday night found Blaine once again at Kurt’s house; this time for Friday night dinner and a New Directions Christmas party after. Dinner is filled with laughter, Kurt can hardly keep the smile off of his face through the entire meal. Watching Blaine and his dad interact is almost magical to him, even as they talk about football, a subject Kurt still has no interest in. Blaine periodically would reach over and squeeze Kurt’s knee, flashing him a loving smile before returning his attention to the conversation.

Kurt didn’t even mind that Finn asked to ride with them to the party. Once the box of presents was loaded in the back of the SUV the three set off for Mr. Shue’s apartment.

“So, isn’t it a little strange to be going to a party at a teacher’s house?” Blaine asked.

“No, see this is the third time we have gone there as a group. We had… well sort of a party, but it was kind of depressing last year before regionals, and last year we did Christmas there. We decided to just stick with it this year.” Finn said from the back seat.

Kurt glanced over a Blaine, “It is a little weird, but I don’t know we are a family and Mr. Shue is a part of it. Otherwise… yes it would be really weird.”

As they made their way to Will’s apartment, Kurt spoke quietly, “ I put your name on the presents tonight. I know a few of the girls got you things, and I didn’t want you to feel bad.”

“But Kurt, you should have just told me I could have gone out and gotten something for them.”

Kurt shook his head, “I just found out this morning when I was talking to Mercedes. It’s no big deal, we are a couple and that is the advantage of being a couple.”
Blaine held Kurt closer to his side and whispered in his ear, “Well then I am paying you back for some of them. And don’t argue, if my name is on there, I should help pay since I didn’t even help pick them out.”

In the end, Kurt’s friends pitched in together to by him two McQueen scarves he had been eyeing, while Blaine got different CD’s and iTunes gift cards. The assortment of presents to his friend were well received. The two boys were never very far away from each other, not from nerves but just a need of physical contact. Neither enjoyed the days spent apart with only phone calls to get them by, so they drifted together through the part.

Blaine stayed the night at the Hummel home, tired from the long day, but glad to be alone together again they made their way upstairs to Kurt’s room. They bid goodnight to Finn, as he went to the kitchen to find a snack, even though there was plenty of food at the party.

Blaine sunk deeply on to Kurt’s bed sighing in contentment. He looked over in time to see Kurt locking the door.