"Are you all packed?" Kurt asked as he wandered back into Blaine's bedroom from the kitchen. "Because we need to leave for the airport soon if we want to make our flight."

"I just need my razor and moisturiser and I'm done," Blaine replied with a nod. He left for his bathroom and Kurt reached for his own bag at the foot of Blaine's bed to make sure it was zipped up properly.

It had taken another month for them to both get the time off work after Kurt had initially talked to his dad on the phone about bringing Blaine home, but now it was finally happening.

Kurt was beyond nervous. If the definition of nervous had a picture in the dictionary, it would be his face. Logically, he knew there was nothing to be nervous about – his dad was going to love Blaine. They had things in common, which was always a good start, and best of all, they both loved Kurt. Of course it was different kinds of love, but it was still love.

"Alright, I'm ready," Blaine said, closing the zipper on his bag.

Kurt smiled and picked up his own bag. "Alright, let's go then."

Blaine nodded and they left his apartment building to hail a cab. Once they were in the backseat of the taxi together, Kurt reached across for Blaine's hand, twining their fingers together. Blaine brought their joined hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of Kurt's hand.

Kurt smiled at Blaine, glad that his boyfriend understood how he was feeling without him actually having to say anything. He closed his other hand over their joined ones, stroking Blaine's fingers absent-mindedly throughout the taxi ride.

They arrived at the airport in good time, which Kurt was thankful for, and they checked in.

"Should we get coffee while we wait?" Blaine asked once they had checked their luggage in.

"Umm, sure," Kurt agreed. They made their way to the Starbucks that was in the airport and lined up to place their order.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, voice laced with concern as they sat down at a two person table.

Kurt looked up and made a face. "I'm nervous," he said. "The only boyfriend of mine my dad ever met was Tobias and that was two years ago now. I just... I want it to be perfect."

Blaine smiled and reached across the table to lace their fingers together. "If it helps, I already think your dad is amazing," he said. "From what you've said, he sounds like a great guy."

"He is," Kurt replied with a nod, stirring his little wooden stick in his cup. "I miss him a lot and I wish I could come home more, but it took me two weeks of begging to just get these three days off."

"I'm sure your dad understands," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's hand affectionately again.

"He does," Kurt replied. "But it still doesn't stop me wishing."

Blaine gave him a sympathetic look and they changed topics as they drank their coffees. Soon enough, their flight was being called for boarding and they took their seats on the plane.

Once they landed, they collected their luggage and picked up their rental car to begin the drive to Lima. Blaine put music on and started singing along straight away. Kurt couldn't help but smile at Blaine's happy, relaxed expression and he sang along with his boyfriend, letting the familiarity of the song wash over him.

It took just over two hours for them to get to Lima after stopping to get something to eat and have a little break before continuing on the drive.

"This was my high school," Kurt said, slowing the car down as they drove passed William McKinley High School. "Four years of hell in that place."

"It looks so..."

"Boring? Horrid? Filled with jocks and cheerleaders?"

Blaine chuckled. "All of the above," he replied.

Kurt flashed him a grin and continued driving. "Not too far from here is The Lima Bean," he started. "I used to go there for coffee every day and I even worked there during my senior year so I could save some money for New York."

He slowed the car again as they passed The Lima Bean.

"Wow, it has not changed at all," Kurt added. "There's another place we used to frequent in high school, Breadstix. It wasn't the best restaurant in town but it's the most popular. Santana used to make the boys she dated take her there and she'd load up on free breadsticks. One time, she even took a wheelbarrow and made them fill it up. It's in their policy that they give unlimited breadsticks and they couldn't deny her. I think that's when she decided to be a lawyer; when they tried to weasel out of it."

Blaine laughed. "That sounds exactly like the Santana I know."

"Oh, it really is," Kurt replied. "Nothing could get in the way of her and her breadsticks."

They turned down a street and Kurt pulled up a driveway, parking behind his dad's car. He shut off the engine and looked up at the house, seeing that it looked exactly the same as it did last time.

"And this is my Lima home," Kurt said softly.

Blaine's hand found his again and Kurt shot him a thankful glance. "It looks lovely."

Kurt nodded. "It really is." He opened his door and got out, figuring they could collect their luggage. Before he'd even walked around the car, the front door was opening and his dad walked out, a big smile on his face.

"Hey, Kurt," Burt said, enveloping him in a tight hug.

Kurt couldn't stop grinning as he hugged back, closing his eyes and just hugging his dad tightly. He knew the moment he hugged his dad that he would feel both better and sad that he had missed his dad so much.

"How was your flight?" Burt asked as they parted.

"It was okay," Kurt replied. "We made good time."

Kurt glanced over at Blaine, who was watching them with a fond look in his eyes. Kurt smiled and stepped closer to Blaine, taking his hand.

"Dad, this is Blaine," Kurt said, glancing from his boyfriend to his dad's slightly shocked face.

"It's great to finally meet you, Mr Hummel," Blaine said, outstretching his hand for Burt to shake. He did after a moment, giving them a tight smile. "Kurt has told me so much about you."

"Likewise," Burt replied. "How about we take your stuff inside? Carole should be home soon, she just had to do some last minute grocery shopping."

"Okay," Kurt said, opening the trunk of the car, pulling out his and Blaine's luggage. He locked the car and wheeled his suitcase behind him, handing Blaine his own. "Just follow me," he said to Blaine over his shoulder.

Kurt led them to his old room while his dad stayed downstairs. Kurt pushed the handle down on his suitcase and left it standing at the bottom of his bed. He took Blaine's from him as well and did the same before removing his coat, leaving it on his bed. Blaine set his down on top of Kurt's and glanced around the room.

"It's not much," Kurt started. "Most of my stuff is in New York, but I kept some stuff here."

"It's lovely," Blaine said. "Very minimalistic chic."

Kurt grinned and stepped closer to Blaine, wrapping his arms around Blaine's shoulders. "Thank you," he replied softly. He dipped his head and kissed Blaine soundly on the lips, enjoying being able to just hold Blaine for a few moments.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's middle and had just deepened the kiss when an obvious cough came from behind them. Kurt immediately removed his arms from around Blaine, feeling a little guilty. Even though he was an adult, being back in his old room made it feel like he was a teenager getting caught with his hands down his pants.

"Carole's on her way home," Burt said, an amused grin on his face. "You can unpack later."

"Okay, Dad," Kurt replied with a nod, straightening himself. He glanced at Blaine and gave him an apologetic look before leading him down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"I didn't know if you boys wanted anything, so I brewed coffee," Burt said.

"Coffee is always good," Kurt replied, getting out mugs and pouring them each a cup.

Kurt had just finished making the coffees when Carole came home, smiling brightly at them and immediately wrapping Kurt in a massive hug.

"I've missed you!" she exclaimed into his shoulder.

"I've missed you too," Kurt returned, loosening his hold when she did. "Carole, this is Blaine, my boyfriend."

Carole paused for a moment before pulling him in for a hug too. "We've heard so much about you, Blaine! It's good to finally meet you."

"You too, Mrs Hummel," Blaine said. "Kurt has told me a lot about you and Mr Hummel."

"Please, honey, call us Burt and Carole," she said fondly.

Blaine nodded and Kurt grinned. "We just got here," Kurt said. "And we've just made coffee, want one?"

"I'll have tea, I think," Carole said, pottering around the kitchen. "Why don't you boys go sit in the living room and I'll be there in a moment."

The three men nodded and took their mugs into the living room.

"Okay, I'm just going to come out and ask this," Burt said and Kurt looked up at his dad. "But how old are you, Blaine?"

Kurt blinked and set his mug down. "Dad!"

"Hold on a minute, Kurt," Burt said. "I'm sorry but it's a bit of a surprise to see you bringing home a guy who's my age."

Kurt let out an indignant huff. "Blaine's–"

"I'm forty-three," Blaine replied.

Carole walked in at that moment and took a seat next to Burt, clasping both hands around her mug.

"I actually turn forty-four in two weeks," Blaine added.

Kurt set his mug down on the coffee table. "Dad," he started. "Just because Blaine's only a bit younger than you are, doesn't mean anything to us. Age is just a number, right?"

"Of course," Carole said before Burt could talk. "It's just a bit of a shock."

"You could have said over the phone," Burt added.

"...I thought I did?" Kurt replied. "I honestly thought I did."

"I would've remembered that conversation, kiddo," Burt said pointedly before sighing. "We're not getting mad here, we know that you're a responsible adult who can make his own decisions, we're just..." Burt sighed. "He's... you're ten years younger than me, Blaine, and only a few years younger than Carole. We just want you to know what you're getting into here."

"I do, Dad," Kurt replied. "I really, really do. I've never felt this way about anyone, the way I feel about Blaine. The fact that he's a bit older than me doesn't even factor into it."

Burt nodded. "Alright," he said.

Kurt smiled, relived, and with that out of the way, Kurt could catch up on everything that he had been missing in his dad and stepmother's lives since the last time he had been home.

Finn arrived just before dinnertime from his shift at the shop and he went upstairs to shower while Kurt cooked with Carole and Burt and Blaine watched football together. Kurt was just glad that his dad and Carole seemed to like Blaine.

"So," Carole said, glancing around them. "I didn't know you had a thing for older men."

Kurt flushed. "It's not a thing, really," he said. "I don't know how to describe it. It's just... He makes me feel like I'm the only person on this Earth who matters, and he looks at me the way I've seen Dad look at you and... well, I love him."

Carole smiled. "I'm glad, sweetheart," she said. "You deserve to be happy."

"I really am," Kurt replied.

Carole bumped her hip against Kurt's and they both laughed as they continued preparing their homemade pizzas for dinner.

Finn came back downstairs a few moments after they had put the three pizzas in the oven to cook and he gave Blaine a once over before smiling. "Nice to meet you," he said. "I'm Finn, Kurt's big brother."

"Younger brother," Kurt corrected, watching Finn shake Blaine's hand a little roughly. "I'm four months older than you."

"Kurt says you work at a high school? Tough break, man," Finn said, plonking himself down across from them at the table.

"It's by choice," Blaine replied. "I'm a counsellor there. Not just a guidance counsellor but one that the kids can come and share their problems with, if they need to. Before that, I was a lawyer at my family's firm."

"Santana works there now," Kurt added.

"That's a bit of a change, isn't it?" Burt started. "Going from a lawyer to a high school counsellor?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, it was," he replied. "After my ex and I split up, I realised I didn't want to keep doing things that made me unhappy, so I changed careers and I've never looked back."

"So if you're a high school counsellor, how did you two meet at Vogue?" Burt asked.

"My family's firm represents Vogue," Blaine started. "I still go along to events to show family unity. Just because I don't work at the firm anymore, doesn't mean I'm still not interested in the things that they do. My brother, Cooper, runs the firm now that our dad has retired. Cooper still asks me to look over depositions for him if he needs the help. Old habits die hard and all that."

"Well, I think it's wonderful that you still help out," Carole said. "Family is important."

Blaine nodded his agreement. "It's always been the most important thing to me."

Kurt caught his gaze and smiled.

The oven timer went off and Kurt got up to help Carole with the pizzas while Blaine, Finn and his dad kept talking, moving the topic to sports.

Carole and Kurt set the pizzas on wooden boards on the kitchen table and the moment they were set down, Finn and Burt reached for slices each. Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately at the sight, glad that some things never changed and he told Blaine to take a couple of slices of the pizzas that he wanted to while he reached for one himself.

"How was fashion week?" Carole asked as Burt and Finn talked about the shop together.

"It was pretty gruelling," Kurt replied. "I barely had time to breathe let alone do anything else. I didn't even see Blaine for almost two weeks straight."

Blaine nodded. "It was a pretty long two weeks."

Carole smiled at them. "Kurt brings me home samples whenever he can," she said to Blaine. "I swear, thanks to him, I'm one of the best dressed women in Ohio."

"The best dressed," Kurt corrected with a grin. He dusted his fingers off on a napkin and picked up his glass of water to take a sip from.

Carole grinned at him and they kept talking as they finished their dinner.

"How about you and I go out and get some dessert of our own?" Kurt asked when they were alone in the kitchen.

Blaine smiled and nodded. "Sounds good," he replied.

Kurt smiled and reached for Blaine and pulled him in for a kiss. He broke the kiss after a moment and rested his forehead against Blaine's. "I'll just go get our coats," he said.

Kurt headed up the stairs to his room to get his and Blaine's coats and his wallet. He shrugged his coat on and turned around to leave the room when he saw his dad leaning against the doorway.

"Hey, Dad," he said. "Blaine and I are going to go out for dessert."

Burt nodded. "He seems like a nice guy," he commented and Kurt smiled.

"He is," Kurt replied.

"Kurt... Don't you worry about the age difference at all?" Burt asked, concerned.

Kurt paused and locked gazes with his dad. "Not really," he replied honestly. "We were both really cautious at first. Neither of us wanted this to be just an... an experiment. I really care about Blaine, Dad."

Burt nodded. "I get that," he started. "I just don't want you to wake up in one or ten years' time and regret being with someone so much older than you. What about kids? Do you want them? Does he? I'm not trying to make this awkward for either of you, but have you really thought this through?"

Kurt paused. They hadn't talked about all of those things but Kurt was sure that if Blaine had wanted kids at all, he would have had them already with Dale. He sighed and folded his arms under Blaine's coat.

"I don't want kids," Kurt replied. "At least, I don't see them anywhere in the foreseeable future. Blaine and I haven't discussed that far ahead but I'm sure we'll talk about it together and come to a decision."

Burt nodded. "Alright," he said. "I may not be thrilled with the idea of you dating someone who's ten years younger than me but it's your life and you've had good judgement so far."

Kurt gave his dad a small smile. "Thanks, Dad," he said. "I really love him. Just in case you were wondering."

"I didn't have to wonder, kiddo," Burt replied. "It's written all over your face."

Kurt closed the gap between them and hugged his dad tightly. "I love you," he whispered into his dad's shoulder.

"Love you too, Kurt," Burt replied as they broke the hug. "Don't stay out too late, I'd still like to get to know my future son in law."

Kurt flushed and nodded. "We'll be home at a decent hour."

Burt patted his shoulder and Kurt headed down the staircase. Blaine and Carole were talking in the living room when Kurt arrived.

"Have fun, kids," Carole said as Blaine stood. "Well, you know what I mean."

Kurt chuckled and handed Blaine his coat. "We will."

~*~

Blaine dipped the spoon into his ice cream cup and brought it to his lips, sucking the ice cream off as he glanced out the window of the car. Kurt rambled on about different things about Lima that were boring to Kurt but interesting to Blaine. He wanted to know more about the place where Kurt grew up, the place where Kurt spent all of his time.

They parked somewhere a short while later and Kurt shut off the engine. He took off his seatbelt and shifted to face Blaine a little more while he ate his ice cream.

"It's nice having you here," Kurt said. "In Lima, I mean. It's not much of a town and there are still uncultured idiots everywhere but I'm glad I got to bring you back home so you could meet my family."

"I am too," Blaine replied, also shifting in his seat to face Kurt. "Your family is great, Kurt."

Kurt smiled at him. "My dad said something earlier tonight that got me thinking..."

Blaine nodded and waited for Kurt to tell him in his own time what it was.

"Do you..." Kurt paused and glanced up from his ice cream. "Do you want kids? I mean... Shit. Sorry, that was..." He huffed and stabbed his spoon into his ice cream.

Blaine sat up a little more. "I did," he replied. "About ten years ago, I brought it up with Dale. He didn't want kids, though, so we never had any. I guess it's kind of why I paid so much attention to Cooper's kids when they were growing up. The boys were different to Audrey, she loved listening to things I had to say but the boys were all so focused on getting good grades to get into law school so they could be in the family business.

"Audrey was never like that. She would always want to stay at my place and spend time with me. Dale got a little sick of it, actually," he continued. "Dale and I had so many arguments over whether we should have kids and he kept throwing the 'what if we break up?' excuse at me. Back then, I never thought we would break up but I guess seeing where I am now, it would have been hard on any kids we had to go through that."

"Do you still want them?" Kurt asked softly.

Blaine dug his spoon into his ice cream and brought it to his lips before answering. "Yes and no," he replied, letting the spoon drop back into the little cup. "It would be nice to have a baby, or even an older child but I think I'm well beyond the age where I want to raise a baby. I was really close with Audrey all through her growing up, even after breaking up with Dale, so I think, in some way, that my hankering for a child was satisfied with her.

"What about you? Do you want kids?"

Kurt shook his head. "Not really," he answered. "I've never had any paternal instincts. I mean, I work in fashion and then I want to be a designer at some point. Having a kid feels like it would ruin that side of things for me."

"Is there anything else?" Blaine asked, setting his cup down on the dashboard to look at Kurt. "Are you having second thoughts about us?"

"No!" Kurt exclaimed. "God, no. I just realised, well, my dad helped me realise, that we haven't really had this conversation. We've been together for a few months now and while we both know that neither of us want this to be an experiment between us, we haven't really had the future talk yet."

"Well, I hope you're on the same page as me here," Blaine started. "But I want to be with you for as long as you'll have me."

Kurt smiled. "Longer."

"Which brings me to a question I was going to ask when we got back home," Blaine said. He reached for Kurt's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing Kurt's palm. "How do you feel about moving in with me?"

Kurt went still. "Really?" he asked after a few long moments.

Blaine nodded. "Really," he echoed. "I've been thinking about it for a while and you've been sleeping over a lot more lately. What do you say we make it official?"

"I'd love that," Kurt breathed. He closed the gap between them and kissed Blaine passionately.

Blaine cupped Kurt's face with his hand and leaned into the kiss a little more. Kurt peppered smaller kisses on his lips before pulling back.

"You really want me to move in with you?" Kurt asked.

Blaine chuckled and nodded. "I really do," he replied. "It'd be nice coming home and knowing you'd be coming home to me not even an hour later, instead of wondering if we would be able to spend the night together at all. And I live closer to the Vogue office than you do, so it's a shorter distance to work. Which means extra cuddle time in the morning..."

"I'm sold," Kurt said softly and he kissed Blaine again.

Blaine sighed happily into the kiss, trying to wind his arms around Kurt as best as possible.

"Here," Kurt said. "Lay your seat back."

Blaine complied and the moment after he had moved the back part of the seat all the way back, Kurt climbed into his lap and kissed him again. Blaine wound his arms around Kurt's middle and held him close. Kurt moaned softly, shifting to a more comfortable position in Blaine's lap.

"I've never done this before," Kurt said.

"Huh?" Blaine asked, a little confused.

"Made out in a car with someone," Kurt added. "I never dated in high school, so this is all very new to me."

"Well then," Blaine said. "We'd best make the most of it."

Kurt grinned and leaned down to kiss Blaine again. Blaine untucked the back of Kurt's shirt and slipped his hand underneath the fabric, caressing his skin softly. Kurt kissed down Blaine's neck and Blaine tilted his head to the side to give him better access. It had been a long time since he had ever made out with someone in a car. It was nice being pressed so closed to Kurt though, no matter where they were.

Blaine kissed Kurt's shoulder that was in front of him and turned his head again so he could kiss Kurt on the lips. He lifted his hand and curled his fingers at the back of Kurt's neck, keeping him close.

Kurt sighed against his lips, shifting on his lap a little. Blaine groaned at the contact and squeezed Kurt's hip with his free hand.

"We should..." Kurt mumbled in between kisses, his breath hot against Blaine's lips.

"Yeah?" Blaine wondered, flicking his tongue out to lick at Kurt's lips. Kurt pressed close, kissing him again and Blaine returned the kiss with equal fervour.

"This is way too cramped to get a decent rhythm going," Kurt said a few moments later after trying to wriggle in Blaine's lap. He sat back a bit and groaned, clearly frustrated. "Maybe we should cool off and go back. I don't think my dad is above judging us if we come back looking like debauched teenagers."

Blaine laughed and reached up, kissing Kurt softly. "Maybe we can try this again another time?" he suggested. "With a bigger car."

Kurt smiled. "My old car would have been perfect," he said. "I had a Lincoln Navigator and it was so roomy in the back. We could have had a lot of space to work with."

Blaine bit back a moan at the thought. "This isn't helping me cool off," he commented.

Kurt grinned and kissed him again slowly. "Sorry," he said, not sounding apologetic at all.

Kurt straightened himself and climbed back into the driver's seat. He started the car and Blaine closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down before they got back to Kurt's parents' house.

They drove around for about twenty minutes before they pulled up the driveway to the Hummel house, which Blaine was thankful for.

"Did I give you enough time to cool down?" Kurt teased as he undid his seat belt.

Blaine did the same and nodded. "Yes," he replied.

"Good," Kurt said before he leaned over and kissed Blaine. Blaine couldn't stop the groan that escaped his lips at the kiss.

"That's not helping either," Blaine said as he pulled back.

"I couldn't resist," Kurt replied, licking his own lips as he sat back in his seat. "C'mon, let's go inside. I'm sure any conversation with my parents will kill your boner."

Blaine snorted and got out of the car, following Kurt into the house. Kurt stepped into the house first and shrugged off his coat, hanging it in the closet by the door and then gestured for Blaine to do the same.

It wasn't particularly late yet but Carole and Burt were curled under a blanket together in the living room, the television on and both of them were fast asleep.

"Leave them; they'll wake up on their own and go to bed," Kurt whispered.

Blaine took Kurt's offered hand and followed him up the stairs to Kurt's room. Kurt closed the door behind them and crowded into Blaine's space to kiss him briefly.

"Looks like we didn't have to stop after all," Kurt said. "Since they're both fast asleep... We should finish what we started." Kurt brushed his lips against Blaine's and Blaine just nodded, letting Kurt unbutton his shirt.

They climbed onto the bed together, Kurt straddling Blaine's waist. He leaned down and kissed Blaine soundly on the lips, his hand going for Blaine's zipper on his pants. They shrugged out of their clothes, letting them drop to the floor and Blaine rolled them over, pinning Kurt to the mattress. He smiled down at Kurt before dropping kisses along his clavicle, sucking hard every few inches in a way that he knew Kurt loved.

Kurt whimpered quietly, obviously trying to keep quiet.

Blaine leaned up again and kissed Kurt, dipping his tongue into Kurt's waiting mouth. Blaine shifted in Kurt's lap and Kurt groaned out loud, quickly covering his mouth with a hand.

"Shh," Blaine said with a smile. "Your parents will hear."

Kurt reached for Blaine again and kissed him soundly on the lips. "I don't care," he whispered. "I just want you."

Blaine grinned and kissed back. "I want you too."

There was a sharp knock on the door and Blaine sat up and glanced at the door.

"Good night, you two," Burt said through the closed door. "Try and keep the noise down."

Kurt glanced at Blaine, his eyes wide. "Uh, yeah, Dad," he said. "Night."

"Night," Burt echoed.

Blaine bit his lip to keep from laughing and he moved off Kurt onto his side and stroked across Kurt's naked stomach with his hand.

"Mood sufficiently ruined," Kurt said forlornly.

"Not completely," Blaine said. "If you can keep quiet, I'll blow you."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him and Blaine figured he was about to speak when there was the sound of a closing door down the hall. He snapped his mouth shut and shook his head. "Maybe next time," he said petulantly.

Blaine leaned over and pressed open mouthed kisses down Kurt's stomach and over his hip bones. "You sure about that?" he asked.

Kurt inhaled sharply. "I'll be quiet," he whispered.

Blaine grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Blaine closed his lips over Kurt's semi-hard cock and sucked at the head. He slowly moved his mouth down inch by inch until he had all of Kurt in his mouth.

Kurt whimpered above him and Blaine pulled off.

"You aren't very good at keeping quiet," Blaine said, his lips millimetres from the head of Kurt's cock.

Kurt twitched and bit down on his lip and shook his head. "Keep going," he said. "I'll be quiet."

Blaine nodded and took Kurt back into his mouth, tongue curling around the underside of Kurt's cock just how he liked. Kurt's hips arched off the bed but he remained quiet except for the steady exhale of his breathing.

Blaine took Kurt deeper again, relaxing his throat to accommodate Kurt's length. He pulled off enough to wrap his hand around the base of Kurt's cock, stroking it with every movement of his head.

Blaine looked up to see Kurt with his mouth clamped firmly shut, trying not to make any noise. He smiled to himself and pulled off Kurt's cock completely. Kurt's gaze snapped down towards him, a pleading look in his eyes.

Blaine dipped his head lower, tracing his tongue over Kurt's entrance, making it as slick with his saliva as possible. Kurt whimpered again and he tried to buck down onto Blaine's tongue.

"Please," Kurt whispered, sounding wrecked already.

With one last lick, Blaine pulled away and took Kurt's cock back into his mouth, one hand wrapped around the base of Kurt's cock, jerking him and the other pressing a finger into Kurt.

Kurt's hips jerked again and the moment Blaine's finger brushed his prostate, he came hard down Blaine's throat. Blaine removed his finger and slowly licked Kurt clean, only pulling off when Kurt's body shifted away slightly, too sensitive under his touch.

"You were nice and quiet," Blaine whispered as he moved back up the bed next to Kurt.

Kurt hummed softly and pulled Blaine in for a long, lazy kiss. Kurt's hand slipped between them and wrapped around Blaine's cock, stroking him slowly. Blaine rutted into Kurt's loose fist, wanting more friction but Kurt kept his grip the way it was.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed. He pressed his forehead against Kurt's own, his gaze locked with Kurt's.

Kurt's lips quirked in a smile and he tightened his hand just how Blaine liked it, stroking him hard and fast. Blaine was already so close and he didn't last much longer, spilling over onto Kurt's hand.

Blaine buried his face in Kurt's shoulder, panting heavily. He just hoped that the pillow would muffle the noise.

He glanced back up to see Kurt licking the come off his hand with long strokes of his tongue. Blaine bit back a groan at the sight and captured Kurt's lips in a kiss when he had finished.

"That is so hot," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips.

Kurt grinned and kissed him back, wrapping himself completely around Blaine in a full body hug.

"We'd better get some sleep," Kurt said after a while. "Dad likes to get up early."

Blaine paused, having completely forgotten that they were visiting Kurt's family and that they were in Kurt's old bedroom. "Sleep sounds perfect about now."

Kurt smiled and closed the gap between them with another kiss. "Night," he said. Kurt leaned back and switched off his bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

"Night, Kurt," Blaine replied. He kissed Kurt's shoulder and then his lips before settling down to sleep.

~*~