Blaine walked up to the garage of his house, typing in the combination and slowly making his way into the door. As he walked towards the door, Blaine pasted his father's Audi R8. He skimmed his fingers along the cold metal; the only thing running through his mind was the thought of keying the expensive car.

"Blaine Michael Anderson, step away from my fucking car."

He looked up to see his father standing in the door, glaring at him. Blaine looked up and smirked before turning around and leaning against the front of the car. What he was expecting he didn't really know but Blaine wasn't expecting his father to come up and push him harder against the car.  

"You think its funny Blaine?" His father pushed against his chest again, wiping the smirk off his face. "That's what I thought. Keep this up Blaine -."

"And what dad? You gonna hit me?"

"Maybe I will."

"Doubt it." Blaine said rolling his eyes.

Blaine's father had never hit him before, so he didn't exactly know how to react, but the moment his father's fist came into contact with his cheek he fell back and clutched his throbbing cheek.

"That should teach you talk back, and stay the fuck off my car." With that his father turned on his heel and walked back inside, where the party had already started.

Blaine clutched his cheek as he walked into the house, ignoring his mother's calls and heading straight to his bathroom, trying to fix the cut on his lip before Kurt got there.

**

As Kurt pulled up in front of Blaine's house, he was taken aback by the fact of how nice the house was. It looked like a home that would be on the cover of a magazine. There were quite a few cars parked out front of the house, and he figured it be a pain in the ass to find Blaine. He pushed open the front door and made his way into the house. Wandering through the crowd of people that had gathered in the living room he tried to spot Blaine. Distracted, he barely registered running into someone before he heard a small ‘oof' and a slew of Spanish.

"Oh my god I am so sorry! Are you alright?!" Kurt rushed the words out, trying his best to set the woman right.

She shrugged him off and murmured a few more words in Spanish.

"I am, I really am. Are you okay miss?" he whispered.

"Si, si." She shrugged him off of her and turned to continue what she was doing.

Kurt noticed she was dressed in maid's clothing. Thinking quickly he tapped her on the shoulder and waited for her to turn around.

"Que?" she inquired turning around.

"Uhm, where's Blaine?" Kurt asked, hoping that she would understand what he was asking.

"Ah, si. Senor Blaine." She pointed to the upper level of the house before carrying off into the rest of the house.

"Upstairs it is." Kurt whispered. He took off towards the giant spiral staircase and began climbing to the second level.  He walked down the hall, marveling at the artwork and thick woolen carpet. He was mesmerized, the house was beautiful and he felt almost guilty for walking on the carpet with his shoes on. As he leaned down to remove his boat shoes he heard water running from one of the bathrooms. Abandoning his task, he turned and headed towards the sound. When he reached the door he gently pushed it open and was surprised to find a livid Blaine rinsing his face off with water.

"Blaine?" he called.

Blaine's head shot up, earning a surprised gasp from Kurt. He had to admit, his face was a nightmare right now. His cheek was swollen and red and the cut on his lip had yet to stop bleeding.

"You're face! Blaine! What happened?" Kurt rushed the words out and hurriedly made his way to Blaine.

"Nothing I just got into a fight is all." Blaine murmured, avoiding eye contact with Kurt while the boy fussed over him.

"Dammit Blaine. Sit down. Let me fix this." Kurt gently shoved Blaine onto the edge of the tub, earning a wince from the boy. 

He sat stone faced while Kurt hunted down a rag and soaked it in cool water. Sitting beside him on the tub, Kurt began to dab at the cut on Blaine's lip.

"What on earth were you fighting over?" Kurt asked, ignoring the glares from Blaine as he put pressure on the cut.  Blaine shrugged and didn't say a word. Kurt let him sulk for a bit while he stopped the bleeding.

"I'm assuming I can find frozen peas in the freezer?" Kurt said, already standing up to leave the room. Blaine just nodded, and Kurt threw a quick ‘Stay here' over his shoulder as he left the room.

Pushing past the crowd of people that had almost doubled in size he made his way into the kitchen. He stood in the doorframe for a moment, marveling at how large it is. Not to mention how beautiful. The countertops were marble and cabinets were oak. He made his way past a group of adults next to the refreshment table and opened the freezer.

"Young man, may I ask what you're doing?" he heard a voice ask behind. Whipping around he was faced with what looked like an older, salt and pepper haired version of Blaine. He stood silent for a moment before finding his words.

"Peas, I'm looking for the fro-"

"Frozen peas? You're Blaine's friend right? He told me about you. I've told that boy he should stop fighting but lord knows he won't listen to me." Blaine's father smiled as he spoke. Then reached past Kurt into the freezer and pulled out a bag of the frozen vegetables.  Extending them out to Kurt , he waited for the teenager to accept them.

Kurt took the peas, barely noticing the slight swelling and redness of the man's knuckles. He dismissed it and smiled in thanks before turning and heading back up the stairs. Entering the bathroom again he went to Blaine and pressed the cold peas to his face. Blaine hissed when the bag made contact with his sore cheek.

"Ssshh. You can handle this; this has got to feel better than a fist hitting you." Kurt stated, chuckling when Blaine groaned in response.

"Are you going to be a grouch the entire day? It's the fourth. America, freedom and all that patriotic bullshit. Smile huh?" Kurt prompted. Blaine couldn't help but catch on to Kurt's positivity.

"You're right. Happy fourth Kurt." He began, then leaned up and kissed Kurt on the lips quickly before standing up. "Let's go downstairs." He finished and took Kurt by the hand and paraded him down the stairs.

Kurt couldn't help but be surprised. That kiss was exactly what he always dreamed a kiss would feel like, his whole body was buzzing. He felt like he was flying, and he opened his mouth to say something to Blaine but promptly ran into his back when they came to a sudden halt. Mr. Anderson was standing there by the stairs, his gaze terrifyingly angry. Kurt followed his view to see that the man was glaring at their conjoined hands. He could almost feel the heat of the glare on their hands. Blaine practically threw Kurt's hand down and marched off into the crowd.

Stunned, Kurt followed Blaine into the group, practically jogging to keep up.

"Blaine!" he called out. Managing to get Blaine to slow down he grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards himself.

"What was that?!" he grunted.

"My dad isn't the most supportive of my lifestyle. Drop it." Blaine deadpanned. Kurt was taken aback for a moment. Blaine looked tenser and almost scared for a moment.

"Are you o-"

"I said drop it. Come on. You said to be happy. I'll try to be happy okay? Let's just go find something to do." Blaine spat out, then turned on his heels and headed towards the table stocked with food outside.

Kurt sighed; he knew there was no use in trying to get the problem out of Blaine today. He followed the boy to the table and laughed as he watched the smaller boy begin piling food onto his plate.

"Where do you put it all?" Kurt giggled. Blaine smiled.

"I box." Was all he said before he stood off to the side and let Kurt have a go at the spread.

"Nothing...healthy here to eat I'm assuming?" Kurt inquired. Blaine laughed around a mouthful of burger.

"Oh, you're one of those. No. It's a barbeque. The closest to healthy you're going to get is the macaroni salad." He chuckled and Kurt groaned.

"Calories it is then." Kurt began to fill his plate with food and walked off with Blaine to go sit underneath one of the trees in the yard.

They spent most of the day under that tree. Not talking often but it wasn't needed. They watched as drunken arguments took place in the yard in front of them. They were almost suffocating of laughter as Blaine's drunken uncle began waltzing around the yard, hiccupping the lyrics to ‘America the Beautiful' in nothing but his underwear. Whatever talking they did was led by Kurt, Blaine would ask questions about his life and Kurt would answer. But the moment Kurt asked a question about Blaine's personal life, it was ignored and answered with another question about Kurt's.

A few minutes after sunset, Blaine excused himself to the restroom and returned about ten minutes later with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.

"It's time to get this party started. You drink Hummel?" Blaine asked while opening the bottle. Kurt took a look around the yard. Most of the adults had gone inside and those who hadn't were far enough away that they wouldn't notice the name on the bottle.

"I do today." He answered, taking the bottle from Blaine and taking a gulp. There can't possibly be a repeat of last time. Blaine just smiled at Kurt and took the bottle from him to take a drink.

Several drinks and an empty bottle later Blaine was buzzed and Kurt was slightly intoxicated.

"The stars look so beautiful." Kurt whispered, laying in the grass next to Blaine, listening to the boy click his tongue piercing against his teeth.

Blaine hummed in agreement. Kurt looked over at him, and opened his mouth to speak.

"You are a mystery Mr. Anderson and I don't know why I find you so appealing. I think I've always liked a challenge." Kurt said, not directly at Blaine. But Blaine turned to face him anyway, curiosity crossing his face.

"I'm not a challenge, or a project for you to take on. I'm fine how I am. I am who I am. Deal with it because I'm not changing." Blaine spit out.

Kurt realized he crossed a line and simply murmured an okay before turning his attention back to the night sky.

"I'm sorry." Blaine began, "I didn't mean to snap. I just don't want to be...a project to be worked on. Or a challenge, I am the way I am because I want to be."

"I didn't mean it that way. I'm all for people being themselves. Be who you want to be, but if you think you're getting anywhere with me, you're going to have to open up a little more." Kurt stated.

Blaine turned onto his side to face Kurt, smirking.

"I think I could have my way with you if I wanted." He whispered, leaning in towards Kurt. "I think you'd let me do whatever I wanted. Because façade or not, you find me attractive. Don't you?"

Kurt's already buzzed brain couldn't form an answer and he couldn't manage to say anything before Blaine's lips were on his. When he finally did manage to make a sound it was a moan. He was vaguely aware of the sound of fireworks popping in the background and the oohs and aahs of a chorus of people that were a million miles away at the moment.

Blaine's lips fit his perfectly and they moved in harmony. Blaine had already mounted Kurt and was running his strong hands over Kurt's chest. He licked along Kurt's bottom lip waiting for access into Kurt's mouth, Kurt moaned and Blaine let his tongue slip in.

Kurt was never a person to be a fan of tongue piercings, or of any piercings for that matter but today he had a sudden appreciation for them. Because Blaine knew how to use his very well and they were only making out at the moment. Kurt imagined how that piercing would feel in other places and moaned again. Blaine broke off the kiss and moved his lips down to Kurt's neck, sucking a hickey onto it and rolling his hips down onto Kurt.

"Oh my god, please don't stop. For the love of god, don't stop." Kurt moaned, and Blaine smiled as he continued his work on Kurt's neck. This seemed to go on for hours, and Kurt's mind was already far gone when he felt Blaine's hand unbuttoning the top button of his jeans. Stop him before this goes too far. No wait don't this feels amazing. Stop him. Don't. Fuck, keep doing that. No No. Stop him.

"Blaine, wait." He reached down and removed Blaine's hand from his pants. His lower half already pissed at him for stopping that bliss. "In time, but not now. Just give me some time."

Blaine cleared his throat and looked away slightly agitated.

"That's fine. We'll just...give me a moment, okay?" Blaine stood and didn't even attempt to hide his boner as he walked into the house to go relieve himself of his problem.

"Yeah, that's fine." Kurt panted. Letting the slight chill of the night air rush over him as he tried to calm himself down, which was quite the task. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Kurt lay there for a bit, cooling down and smiling.  That was a new experience. Once he'd calmed down enough to be able to think straight, he waited for Blaine to come back. Several minutes later Blaine came back outside and headed towards their tree. He found a content looking Kurt dozing under the stars.

He laid down next to him and was surprised to find Kurt half asleep.

"Kurt, you awake?" he asked, nudging the boy slightly. Not that he gave much of a fuck but he wanted to make sure Burt didn't kill him for keeping his son too late. Much to his surprise, Kurt shifted and used Blaine as a pillow now. Murmuring about not caring what his dad thought and wanting to sleep. Blaine sighed and sat up, picking Kurt up and carrying him inside the house and upstairs to the room.

**

Burt looked up from the couch to the clock on his wall before taking a deep breath and standing up. He went to the kitchen and dialed the ever familiar number. It rang four times before going to voicemail.

"Hi you've reached Kurt, clearly I'm doing something better than to answer your call so leave me a message and I'll get back to you!" Beep.

"Kurt Hummel its 12:30 and we agreed on midnight, call me as soon as you get this."

Burt hung up the phone and went to the foyer again to look out the window. He didn't see any sign of Kurt so he sighed and started heading up to bed. One thing was for sure, Kurt was definitely grounded no matter what.