”...”

”Kurt, I said I'm sorry...”

”I heard you the first time, Blaine.”

Blaine was clearly hangover, and that was very much evident on his face right now. His eyes were red and puffy, and Kurt suspected that he had been crying. At least Kurt had been kind enough to come up with some aspirin for him, but he hadn't said a word to him.

”Then why don't you say anything?” Blaine urged.

”Take your aspirin.”

”Kurt...”

”Well, what do you expect me to say?” Kurt suddenly barked, his eyes narrowing dangerously, as they finally met Blaine's eyes. Blaine even curled up his knees up to his chest on the bed, and just looked at Kurt sadly.

“You being sorry doesn't change the fact that you acted like a complete jerk to me last night!” Kurt continued.

“Kurt, I was drunk...”

“Oh, I was well aware of that, Blaine! After all, I had to be the one to get you into the car and drive you here. My dad is not pleased. I had to tell him everything!”

“Y-you told him?”

“I told him that we went to the gay bar, and that you got too much to drink, which I don't think I needed to tell him. I didn't tell him about you leaving me alone in a very drunken state. You left me, Blaine! You left me alone! Do you have any idea how that feels?” He let out a long, deep breath. “I had to lie to my father, Blaine”, he went on. “because you told me that the night would be worth it. And then you have the nerve to dance with other guys, get drunk, and try to...” he let the sentence die on his lips, and a pink hue covered his cheeks. He didn't even look at Blaine. “And you left...” he muttered. “You left me with your car, and you could barely walk. Anything could have happened. There could have been an ambush of attackers. Who knows what could have happened if I hadn't followed you and picked you up?”

He buried his face into his hands, and took a long, shuddered breath. There was so much going on in his mind right now. The previous night kept replaying inside his head over and over again, and he just wanted to forget about it. He didn't want to be mad at Blaine, but he couldn't help it. Blaine had done so many wrong things, and that was something he just couldn't forget about.

“Oh god, Kurt, I really am sorry”, he heard after a moment of silence. “I.. I am the worst boyfriend ever.”

Kurt didn't reply to that. He didn't really agree either, Blaine was a great boyfriend, but he had done many mistakes last night, and he knew that Blaine was well aware of that; the reason he couldn't look at him right now was because of the sad puppy looks he kept giving him. One look, and Kurt would be in his arms, and telling him how sorry he was for yelling at him. He wouldn't give him that pleasure. At least not yet.

“I know you are, Blaine”, He finally said softly. “But what you did really... I'm really upset. I never thought you'd have it in you, but apparently, I was wrong. I didn't expect you to be perfect, but... I guess I'm just very disappointed.”

At least Kurt was honest, but that was just a part of who he was. He had always been honest with Blaine, and he had sworn to himself that he always would be.

He could hear Blaine sigh and shift on the bed again He had been sleeping in the guest room tonight, and not in Kurt's room as planned. Normally, he would let him sleep on a mattress on the floor, just so that they could be close to each other, but not this time.

“Do you want me to leave?” Blaine finally asked him. His voice sounded struggled as he spoke, and it caused Kurt's heart to clench tightly.
“You can't leave”, he told him. “Not until dad's spoken to both of us.”

“That's not what I asked.”

Kurt sighed again, and he turned on his head this time, to finally face his boyfriend. “I don't know”, he said honestly. “There's still something we need to talk about... I'm just not sure if I'm ready for it yet”, he admitted.

Blaine gave him that sad look again, but there was also a hint of curiosity there.
“Is it... about what happened in the car?” He asked him. Kurt nodded, confirming Blaine's suspicion.

“I really, really shouldn't have done that... I know you're not... I shouldn't have... Kurt, I'm really sorry about that. “

“You're right, you shouldn't. I don't know why you would ever expect me to... to take such a big step in the back of your car while you're drunk, and then accuse me for not wanting to...” he paused and groaned. This was a touchy subject to him, and Blaine knew that. “I mean, you know me better than that, Blaine”, he said.

“I know...” Blaine said. “I wasn't thinking straight.”

There was a knock on the door, and both boys turned their heads, only to see Burt standing there. “How are you feeling, kid?” He asked Blaine, who seemed a bit taken aback by his question, but there was an uneasy smile at his question.

“I have a slight headache but that's all”, he answered him. Burt only nodded, and then turned to look at Kurt.

“I want the two of you downstairs in ten minutes”, he told him. “No one's leaving anywhere until I've talked to you.” And then he left the room.

“I'm gonna give you some privacy”, Kurt said, turning back to Blaine. “I'll meet you downstairs. We'll talk more later, Blaine. Right now, I... I got some things to figure out”, he said softly. “You should take your aspirin.” And then he left.

Well, the moment was awkward to say the least, but Kurt understood, and didn't question why he and Blaine were sitting on the couch in the living room with Burt facing them, wearing a serious expression on his face. Burt had been awake by the time the couple had come home, and of course, they had been unable to hide Blaine's drunken state, and Kurt had had to tell him everything.

And now they were sitting there, waiting to be scolded by Burt.

“I suppose the two of you know why you're sitting here right now”, Burt began, and the two teenagers nodded. “So, will the two of you explain to me what happened? Kurt”, he said, eying his son. “You told me that you would be going out on a date, and then you come home late at night, and Blaine here was obviously drunk. You lied to me, Kurt.”

“I- I'm really sorry, dad”, Kurt said regrettably. “I shouldn't have lied to you, I... We shouldn't have gone there in the first place. I'm sorry for lying to you.”

“I know you are, son, but you still lied to me”, Burt pointed out. “You told me that you would be out on a date, and then you come home, not only past curfew, but very drunk--”

“I didn't have anything”, Kurt mumbled.

“--and you tell me that instead of going on a dinner and a movie, like you had told me you would, you were at a gay bar, and Blaine gets drunk.”

“Mr. Hummel, I can--”

“It was my idea”, Kurt cut in quickly, giving Blaine a warning look. “That's how it is, dad. I just... Blaine and I can't... show affection towards each other at school, and I just thought... that for once, I just want to be able to... you know, hold his hand and stuff like that without having people judging us”, he kept on. “and that's never going to happen at school, so I thought... a gay bar would be the perfect place.”

Burt looked at them in disbelief for a short moment.
“Is this true, Blaine?” He asked Blaine, and before he could answer, Kurt gave his leg a gentle kick to silently tell him to agree.
“It's all true, Mr. Hummel”, he agreed. “and I'm very sorry, we won't repeat it again.”

“You damn right, you won't”, Burt said sternly. “Now, I understand that you want to... show affection or whatever”, he said. “but going to a gay bar at your age wouldn't be the safest option. When you're older, maybe. You acted very irresponsibly last night. Now, Blaine, I can't speak for you, but I am telling this to Kurt; you're grounded.”

There was a loud gasp of shock coming from Kurt. He hadn't been grounded in years.
“For at least a week”, Burt added. “Blaine, that means I don't want you to come here as long as he's grounded.”

Blaine nodded. “Understood.”

“You can still see each other in school, and I'll let you go on the Glee club meetings”, Burt added to Kurt. “But otherwise I want you to come straight home.”

Kurt only nodded. “Yes, dad.”

“As for you, Blaine...” He gave the younger teen a stern look. “I'm gonna let you stay here for a few more hours, because I don't think it's safe for you to drive just yet, but I want you out of this house this afternoon, is that clear?”

Another nod came from Blaine.

“Good. You can go now.”

“I can't believe I'm grounded...”
Kurt muttered in annoyance, as he headed into his bedroom, followed by Blaine, who decided to linger by the door.

“You can come in, Blaine”, Kurt said, rolling his eyes, and Blaine stepped inside, and sat down beside Kurt on his bed.
“Why did you tell him it was your idea?” He asked him. “I could have told him.”

Kurt shook his head. “I don't want to give him a reason to not trust you, because he does, Blaine”, he explained. “He likes you.” He sighed softly and looked at Blaine. “Look, I know you're sorry about last night, and honestly, I am still very upset about it.”

Blaine nodded.
“I understand that, I really do”, he said. “I won't let this happen again. From now on, I won't be dancing with any other guy, I won't get drunk, and... I won't pressure you into doing anything. I would never do that to you, Kurt.”

“I know.” Kurt's voice was low as he spoke now. “I just... Blaine, for a moment when we were in the car and we kissed like that, I really, really wanted you”, he admitted, and he could feel his whole face become hot. “It was all I could think about, but...”

“You don't have to say anymore, Kurt, I understand”, Blaine said softly, and he reached out a hand to grab Kurt's hand. “I wanted you too... I always want you. But you were right. The backseat of a car isn't the most appropriate place to take that step in. You like romance, and... when that moment comes, I'll give you romance”, he promised him.

And that was all it took for Kurt to melt. He leaned against his boyfriend, and wrapped his arms around his waist, while tucking his head comfortably beneath Blaine's chin.

“Sometimes I hate that I love you so much. It makes it harder for me to stay mad at you.”

He could feel Blaine relax, and Kurt sighed softly when his strong arms wrapped themselves tightly around him.
“You should stay mad at me”, he told him, kissing the top of his head. “I keep doing everything wrong.”

“What you did was wrong, yes”, Kurt agreed. “But I'd rather not talk about that now.” He pushed Blaine down onto the bed carefully, and snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth of his arms around him. “Let's take a nap”, he murmured.

He could feel another kiss on top of his head.
“Kurt?”

“Hm?”

“I love you, you know that, right?”

Kurt smiled softly.
“Yes, dummy, I know. I love you too.”