That was so not the first impression he had wanted to make on the father of the boy he was going to marry. It was so unbelievably embarrassing, in his top five of most embarrassing experiences for sure. And hed been in many a I want to dig myself a hole, crawl in, and never come out again situations. Including that one time his parents had walked in on him sitting in his room on the floor, surrounded by porn mags and pictures hed sneakily made of Kurts pretty face. Hed been busy cutting the male porn stars who had pussies out of the pages and replacing their faces with Kurts. That had happened just recently in fact, so the memory was still fresh and Blaine shuddered when he remembered the horrified expressions on his parents faces.

The thought was enough to make his arousal go down, subsequently killing his erection, and he breathed a sigh of relief. At least that was taken care of now. Though not in the way he would have liked it to.

But what was he supposed to do now? Now that Burts true identity had been unveiled, he couldnt just go through with his not-a-plan. Burt would surely want to talk to his son to congratulate him on his impending win after Regionals were over and Blaine wouldnt interfere with that. However twisted Blaines mind may be, he knew to let family go first, no matter how much he craved the tight grip of Kurts no doubt juicy cunt around his cock. And sadly, he wouldnt be able to call himself a member of the Hummel family until theyd gotten married.

Now, Burt didnt seem to have noticed his predicament, so the good first impression was still intact. Hed like for it to stay that way. It wouldnt do if Burt forbid Kurt to date Blaine. Hed have to kidnap him and bring him far away, to somewhere no one would find them, and somehow, he doubted that his pretty boy would willingly cooperate. So he resigned himself to spending another day without Kurt, just to appease his future father-in-law.

And so, after the whole thing was over, he politely, yes, he had manners, said bye to Burt. Yeah, maybe theyll see each other again (definitely) and blah blah blah, please just let me leave now, Blaine rolled his eyes internally. He was frustrated beyond belief, and knowing that it was Kurts father he was talking to didnt make it even a little better. Quite the opposite, really.

But when he tuned back in, set on telling Burt that it was really nice to meet him, but he really had to go now, he caught the end of what Burt was saying and fought very hard not to let his mouth drop open.

"—son Kurts a junior, too. I dont know if you two have ever talked but from what youve told me, you could become good friends. You seem to share a lot of interests." he said and Blaine struggled with himself not to take Burt into his arms and hug him tight. So tight that his breath would get cut off and hed die because Blaine had taken a genuine liking to the man and he wanted to spare him from having to hear him and Kurt fucking in his own house. It would be in his best interest, but Blaine still refrained. Kurt would never forgive him if he killed a family member, his dad no less. And who was to guarantee him that Kurt would visit him in jail? No one. So best not to try.

"Id like that." he agreed. Yes, he would love to have Kurt be his friend, more than that even, though Burt need never know. He looked like the kind of overprotective dad who would bring out the shotgun and Blaine wasnt ready to die yet. He hadnt even gotten his first taste of Kurts sweet pussy. His life would have been utterly unfulfilling if he was to leave for hell anytime soon.

Just then, Kurt came running over to them and was immediately engulfed in a tight hug by his dad. Blaine kept up a mantra of not yet, not yet, youll get your chance soon enough, dont ruin it now in his head, trying his hardest to not tug on Kurts arm and pull him close to his side where he belonged. His fingers still twitched at his sides and Blaine dug his nails into the palms of his hands. The slight pain thankfully distracted him from his thoughts, but he didnt manage to control his facial expression fast enough and Burt shot him a questioning look when he saw the glare Blaine was sending his way.

He floundered for only a second before he came up with a good enough excuse about having seen someone pushing an elderly, which Burt thankfully bought, and then he schooled his facial features back into a pleasant smile. Polite and non-creepy.

"Blaine and I were just talking about you." Burt informed his son who appeared to be a little worried, for whatever reason. "You were great, buddy!" Burt smiled down at Kurt. Blaine beamed and agreed wholeheartedly.

Kurt blushed a pretty shade of red, immediately trying to hide his face and his dad laughed at his antics and gently nudged Kurts shoulder. "Thanks. I guess the torture Coach Sylvester subjected us to was worth it after all." he joked and Blaine realized that this would be the end of Kurt-less mornings. Now he could once again enjoy Kurt parading his pussy around the halls of McKinley every morning, could watch him as he leant against his locker while talking to one of his friends, shifting ever so slightly on his feet and jutting his hip out in that sassy way that Blaine had quickly become addicted to. What a nice way to start the day.

And he should really stop daydreaming while talking to his boyfriend and future father-in-law because he kept missing half of the stuff they were saying and it was annoying, trying to piece together the odd words that registered until he could make sense of the conversation going on around him.

"—dont you meet up sometime? You two seem to have some hobbies in common." Well, that was fairly easy. Burt was running the same idea hed shared with Blaine by Kurt. It was like he was playing matchmaker and Blaine almost laughed out loud at that. If Burt only knew what he was endorsing. But Blaine wasnt complaining. It was always good to have the parents blessing and Burt seemed to be very keen to see them together. Theyd just collected their first supporter. Sweet.

Kurt nodded and hesitantly looked up at Blaine from under his eyelashes, a coy look if Blaines ever seen one and he had trouble stopping himself from taking Kurt against the wall right there and then, just pushing his skirt up and tugging his underwear out of the way before plunging into the tight heat. It was like Kurt was aware of what he was doing to Blaine and did it deliberately.

"Thatd be nice, if you want to?" Kurt addressed Blaine, now biting his lip and he shouldnt be allowed to do that while they had company. He would definitely have to have a serious talk with his boy about what was appropriate to do in public and what was not. Lip biting was very obviously of the latter category since it was inappropriate boner inducing, not that Kurt would know. All he had to worry about were wet panties, the lucky bastard.

Trying not to make his excitement too obvious, Blaine just nodded his head in agreement, added a sure and a smile but was careful not to seem overzealous, and then looked down again. Which was why he missed Kurts face falling at his unenthusiastic response.

Kurt was a little put off. Scratch that. He was very put off and also disappointed. He was hoping for a little more enthusiasm, had been thinking that Blaine has wanted to meet with him for some time now. Hed seen Blaine staring at him, when he was at his locker in the mornings and in between classes, in the lunch room... again and again. It was like Blaines eyes followed him like magnets. Hed found it a little disconcerting at first, to always feel those eyes boring into him, but soon it had started to flatter him. Hed never received that much attention before, of the good kind at least. Now that hed joined the cheerios that had changed because now everyone suddenly wanted to be his best friend. But he knew for a fact that hed been on Blaines radar long before that had happened. But maybe hed misjudged. It might have been Brittany or Santana Blaines been staring at all those times. It was plausible, they were together a lot of the time. But hed really thought that it was him Blaines eyes lingered on.

He didnt let his disappointment show. "We can talk tomorrow at school, make plans for the weekend, maybe?" he suggested to break the awkward silence and when he received another nod from Blaine, he turned back to his dad.

"I still have to meet the others outside so well go home later, k? Ill text you when Im allowed to go."

"Sure, dont take too long though. Im starving and you wont let me eat the junk they sell here." he complained, with finger quotes and all.

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to Blaine, who still wouldnt look at him. "Ill see you tomorrow then?" he said it as a question, still unsure.

Finally, finally Blaine lifted his gaze from his shoes and looked Kurt straight in the eye. "Yeah. Tomorrow." he agreed and smiled. Kurt felt like there was a hidden meaning in those words, but maybe he was just being stupid.

When he left to search for his fellow cheerios, Kurt made sure to brush against Blaine, his bare arm sliding against Blaines cotton-clad one and their fingertips touching. And he was sure that this time, he didnt make it up when he felt Blaines arm jerking just a little while his whole body tensed and when he was halway across the gym, he looked back over his shoulder to find Blaine staring after him, his gaze heated.