Kurt woke up warm. It felt really good. He snuggled closer into the arms around him and pulled the comforter up higher. It was in that moment that he realized that arms were around him. His eyes flew open, the sun making him squint as he looked around the room.

He first saw the large wooden oak desk that was in the corner of the room. For a desk, it had to be used for anything but homework. There were a few piles of what looked like old photo albums strewn across it, old notebooks that were piled high with dust, a few frames with pictures of a young smiling boy with a beautiful women who could only be his mother, and a laptop. Next to the desk was a hamper over flowing with clothes and a dresser with drawers open, but empty inside. On the opposite side of the room a door was cracked, most likely a bathroom and a bookshelf piled high with a different array of hard back and paperback books. On the third wall sat the bed, and next to it the bay of windows streaming in the warm summer sun.

Kurt was silently screaming in his head as he took in the room to get up and run out, but the arm around his waist was telling him otherwise. He turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do when the arm tightened around him.

"You are thinking way too loud."

He laughed a little before regretting it instantly when a jolt of pain ran through him. "Ouch, god I have such a bad headache."

Blaine pulled him closer, which Kurt found oddly comforting, and whispered in his ear. "That's what you get for drinking a whole bottle of Jack Daniels."

"Hey! I didn't drink the entire thing by myself if I remember correctly."

Blaine just nodded his head at Kurt's words. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Kurt couldn't stand it.

"I'm so fucking grounded for this."

Blaine laughed, hard. "Wow Hummel who knew you cursed."

He lifted an eyebrow. "Excuse me? I do! All the time."

Blaine kept laughing, and Kurt was getting a little fired up. Blaine could be so irritating sometimes. "Shut up Blaine!" He lightly punched Blaine in the arm, but was quickly flipped back to his position on his back, Blaine straddling him. Kurt quickly blushed and looked away, already feeling the blood rushing south.

"Do I make you nervous?" He said hotly into Kurt's ear.

"N-no."

Before he could comprehend what was happening, he and Blaine were kissing. It was slow and warm, Blaine's lips taking over, controlling how they moved against each other. Blaine felt strong against him, his legs clenching tightly around his thighs, his arms flexing by his head. Kurt wasn't even sure when it happened but his fingers were playing into Blaine's hair and he was tugging him closer, deepening the kiss between them.

He quickly worked at Blaine's pajama shirt, ripping it over his head, wanting to feel skin and tugging him back down, slamming their lips together again. Blaine whined in reply, tugging Kurt's shirt up and running his hands over the porcelain skin underneath it.

"Is...fuck... is this okay?" Blaine asked as he rutted against Kurt harder.

"Y-yes, fuck yes." Kurt said, moving his hands down Blaine's bare back, throwing a leg over his hips.

They both kept moving together in an uneven motion as they continued to kiss, it getting sloppy with tongue and breathing in each other's mouths, the room stifling hot.

Kurt could tell he was getting close, this being his first time being with anyone in more than six months. It felt good to have a warm body against his again, to have lips on his, hands running up and down his back. He had missed it.

"Ooohh fuck, good, feels so good." Blaine panted, his hot breath tickling Kurt's ear.

He couldn't get enough of the sounds Blaine was making, them pushing him closer even more. Blaine's hip movements got more erotic as Kurt got closer and closer, their erections grinding together through their pajama pants. His back arched off the bed as he came in his pants; warm and sticky. He barely registered Blaine coming above him, his lips attaching to Kurt's neck; sucking as he let out a low moan.

Blaine fell atop Kurt, both breathing hard as they came down from their orgasms.

"O..kay, we are definitely doing that again." Blaine said with a smirk.

Kurt looked him straight in the eye before replying. "I said dinner first."

"Clearly the whole dinner before bed thing didn't work out babe, but maybe next time."

Before Kurt could even begin to respond, Blaine got out of the bed, walking over to the door attached to the bathroom. Kurt just laid there, watching him leave, the muscles in his tan back contracting. He could definitely get used to that view.

**

A little over an hour later, Kurt was leaving Blaine's house. Sticky and uncomfortable in his pants, and not sure where he stood with Blaine. The only thing he did know was that he was so beyond dead with his dad.

Pulling into the driveway he began to panic. He knew his dad was going to murder him but he had no idea how to get out of this. Kurt knew one thing; he had to get out of these pants. They'd dried completely and were rubbing against him uncomfortably. Sighing, he exited the car and headed into the house.

When he opened the door he was greeted by his father, sitting at the kitchen table facing the door. They made eye contact for a moment, and Burt took in the state of his son. Kurt stood before him, standing uncomfortably and disheveled. Burt knew that meant one thing.

"Sit." He ordered. Kurt slid into the chair in front of his dad, not making eye contact and looking down at the table. Burt sighed, trying to find the words to ask what was on his mind. "Tell me he didn't..."

"No Dad. I'm still...a virgin. If that's what you're asking." Kurt answered almost immediately.

"It is." Burt said. "Kurt, what in the hell were you thinking?! I was up all night wondering where you were and if you were okay!"

"You knew where I was though. I was with Blain-"

"I didn't know that! You could have at least called Kurt, or texted me. I was worried sick, I already lost your mom and I was getting worried I'd lost you too." Burt argued back. Kurt backed down for a moment, taking in his fathers appearance. Burt continued, "You are so grounded for this. Gimme your phone."

Kurt's eyes widened, "Dad, no wait."

"Kurt Elijah Hummel. Not only were you out all night without letting me know where you were, you stayed out past curfew and you spent the night with a boy. Give me your phone, and you are not seeing Blaine again." Burt demanded. Kurt's thoughts were racing, he didn't know where he was standing with Blaine but he didn't want to stop talking to him. He needed an excuse, fast.

"Dad, you can't tell me you never stayed out late with mom when you two were dating." Kurt said, watching as the anger melted away from his father's face for a moment.  Burt sighed, he couldn't help but confirm what Kurt said.

"It was different then, and your mother and I were young and in love. We cared about each other, and I'd known her longer than a few weeks!" Burt was almost shouting.

"I may not love him Dad, but I care about him. I really, truly care about him. There's not time limit on falling for someone. I know you're worried that he and I did things, but I promise you I did nothing for you to worry about. Dad, I'm almost eighteen, you can't worry about me forever." Kurt stated calmly, his argument was all over the place but it seemed to be working because Burt looked less angry.

For a few moments Burt thought. He saw how Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, and the state of his son right now proved something had happened that night. But he knew his son wouldn't lie.

"Promise me you're still a...virgin...Kurt, and for the love of God at least call next time you won't be home." Burt forced the words out and looked into his sons eyes.

"I still am Dad, and I will." Kurt promised.

"You're right. You're almost an adult, but while you're under my roof you will obey me. Understood?" Kurt nodded. " You can keep your phone, and you can still see Blaine but, only in this house. You also have the duty of cleaning every room in this house. Starting with Finns." Burt smiled as he said the last few words, and grinned at Kurt's look of horror.

"But Dad!"

"Would you rather give me your phone?" Burt was grinning.

Clutching his phone to his chest, Kurt rose from the table and began to take off towards the stairs.

"Kurt?" Burt called out.

"Yes Dad?" he answered.

"I love you son."

"Love you too Dad."

Kurt bolted up to the bathroom and tore off the pants that were rubbing him the wrong way. After a hot shower, he walked across the hall into his room and collapsed onto his bed to check his phone. He smiled when he saw a picture message from Blaine.

He threw off the towel and hunted down a pair of boxers while he waited for the photo to load, his phone took a moment to process before the photo popped up. Hearing the confirming noise he went to look. He gasped and felt himself stand at full attention in his lower region.

The picture was one of Blaine's stomach, covered in his own fluids and his hand holding his member. The caption read, ‘I was thinking of this morning and got a little excited ;)'.

Kurt would've blushed had all the blood not rushed somewhere else. He pondered what to do for a moment, the last thing he wanted to do was get off while his father and brother were in the house. He could always go hop back in the bathroom and take a cold shower. After thinking for a few moments, he pulled his boxers forward and snapped a quick photo. Before he could talk himself out of it he sent the photo to Blaine, with the caption ‘Well now you've given me a problem to solve. I wish you were here to help me fix this ;)'

At that moment, there was knocking at Kurt's door and his father's voice on the other side.

"Chop chop Kurt. Finn's room won't clean itself." Chuckling Burt walked away.

Kurt sighed and proceeded to throw on old clothing. His father arriving at the door and the thought of Finn's room  were boner kill enough. He double checked that Blaine hadn't replied, then hid his phone just in case someone came snooping. Heading down to the kitchen  he grabbed a few cleaning supplies and then headed back up towards Finn's.

Taking a deep breath he braced himself before opening the door. The door creaked as it moved and Kurt was immediately greeted by the smell of stale pizza and old gym socks. Kurt fought the urge to gag as Finn looked up and smiled at him.

"Hey Kurt! You're home, Dad was worried." Finn said, his goofy grin warming Kurt's heart a bit. He was still disgusted by the room.

"I know, I got stuck cleaning the house as punishment. Your room first, so if you wouldn't mind..." Kurt gestured toward the stairs. Finn jumped up, smiling and patted his brother's shoulder on the way out.

Curiosity got the best of Finn as he headed down the stairs though. He moved towards the kitchen and overheard Burt on the phone. Finn walked into the kitchen, not gathering the attention of Burt as he opened a cabinet. He did manage to overhear the conversation.

"Yeah, he was with Blaine last night....Yes Carole....No honey it's fine. I gave him his punishment, but what can I do. He really likes this boy. They're practically dating. Mhmm.  I'll probably talk to Blaine tomorrow at the shop. Alright. Love you too." Burt pulled the phone from his ear just as Finn dropped the bag of chips he was holding and ran out.

Burt turned at the noise but didn't pursue it. Finn stood outside the kitchen fuming, there was no way Kurt could be with Blaine. It wasn't right. I doubt he even knows what the truth it. I'll tell him. He has to know.

Finn flinched as Kurt threw a plastic glove at him from the stairs.

"Finn! Your room is disgusting! For God's sake! Throw the tissues in the trash at least!" Kurt blew out his breath dramatically and there was a moment of silence.

"You think I have the energy to even move after all that?!" Finn whisper-shouted back at him.

"Oh God help poor Rachel. She's going to die under you when you just fall asleep on top of her."

There was silence again, then both the boys started laughing, Kurt turned and headed up the stairs again.

Tomorrow. I'll tell him tomorrow.