“Why don’t we go to your place since it’s farther and pop to mine on our way back?” Blaine suggested and Kurt agreed. Blaine reached his hand over and took one of Kurt’s in his, and Kurt squeezed it softly. Blaine grinned widely as he turned to look out the window as Kurt drove toward his neighborhood. Blaine began to hum softly, filling the silence in the car.

“What are you singing?” Kurt asked a moment later. Blaine looked over at him and smiled.

“Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, miss no way it’s all good, it didn’t slow me down.”

“Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated, look I’m still around.” Blaine grinned at his boyfriend as he sang and the two came together for the chorus.

“Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel like you’re less than, less than perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing, you are perfect to me.” Blaine took Kurt’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

They pulled up in Kurt’s drive way and Kurt dashed out of the car and ran up to the front door, promising Blaine he’d back in less than five minutes. Blaine undid his seatbelt and relaxed further into the chair as he waited.

A few minutes later Kurt came back into view. He was currently wearing a pair of white jeans and an oversized royal blue knit sweater that fell just above his knees. When he climbed back into the car, Blaine couldn’t help but stare. “What?” Kurt asked after a moment.

“Have I ever told you how incredibly beautiful you are?” Kurt pretended to consider this.

“Maybe. Although I definitely don’t mind hearing it again.” Blaine leaned forward, unable to hold himself back any longer, and kissed Kurt deeply. “Blaine,” Kurt said a little breathlessly as he pushed him away gently. “I’d like to not have to change into my third outfit before nine in the morning.” God, didn’t Kurt understand that he couldn’t just say things like that? Blaine sighed and sat back into his seat before clicking back on the seatbelt.

“Fine,” he mumbled as he adjusted himself in his seat and tried to not think about his boyfriend in compromising positions. Why is it that when you try not to do something, it’s all you can do?

Finally they reached the Anderson household and, since they still had about a half hour, Blaine convinced Kurt to come inside with him. As they walked through the front doors, Blaine could hear a message being played on the answering machine. He held open the door for Kurt before walking down the hallway to the machine.

“-child, Blaine Anderson, wasn’t in his first period class this morning,” the voice said and Blaine quickly shut it off before deleting the message. He walked back over to Kurt and motioned for him to follow him up to his room.

Once inside, Kurt sat down on the bed while Blaine began to rummage through his dresser. Once he found a new pair of briefs, pants, and a shirt, he walked out of the room and into the jack and jill bathroom between his room and Rachel’s. He got dressed quickly and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He was now dressed in a pair of black pants, a red shirt, and a white sweater over it. He adjusted the sweater slightly before emerging back into his room and smiled at Kurt.

“Well, hello there,” Kurt said and Blaine laughed slightly.

“Come here often?” Blaine said as he made his way over to Kurt and sat down beside him.

“Not nearly enough,” Kurt responded and Blaine cupped his face into his hands.

“Couldn’t agree more,” said Blaine before pressing a delicate kiss to his lips. God Blaine loved kissing Kurt. Kurt’s lips were always so soft and warm and Blaine was sure that even if he spent the rest of his life kissing them, it would never be long enough.

“Blaine,” Kurt said softly against his lips. Blaine shushed him and deepened the kiss, gently pushing Kurt’s shoulders back so they were lying back on Blaine’s bed. Kurt sighed and Blaine’s heart skipped at the sound. How was it that Kurt could affect him so easily? It really wasn’t fair. “Blaine,” Kurt said again and Blaine reluctantly pulled back. “We should start heading back.” Blaine rolled over so his face was buried into his bed.

“Don’t wanna.” Kurt sat up and began pulling on Blaine’s arm.

“Blaine, we have to go to school.” Blaine grunted and stayed firm on the mattress. “I can come back after and then we can do whatever we want.” Kurt strained the last three words and they seemed to travel straight to Blaine’s cock. Blaine tried not too seem too eager as he finally got up.

“Alright,” he mumbled and let Kurt pull him to his feet. They made their way down the stairs and to the front door when Blaine paused. “Wait, I forgot something,” he said and turned back toward the hallway. He went through the living room and into the dining room where he had accidentally left his math homework. He turned around and found that Kurt had followed him. He looked down at the papers in Blaine’s hand.

“Smooth,” he said and Blaine poked him in the side, causing Kurt to jump. Blaine’s eyes lit up immediately. “No, Blaine, we have to go.” Blaine just grinned widely. “Blaine,” Kurt said in warning but Blaine knew he just had to. Kurt took off in a run and Blaine chased after him, finally grabbing hold of him in the living room and leading him to the couch. Kurt let out a squeal as Blaine straddled his hips and began to tickle him. Kurt was panting soon after and sputtering out incoherent sentences. “Blaine. Please. School,” he panted out and Blaine collapsed onto Kurt and wrapped his arms around the taller boy as he attempted to get up.

“No, I changed my mind,” Blaine said and Kurt tried to push him off unsuccessfully.

“Blaine, seriously, we’re going to be late.”

“That’s fine. We can be late.”

“Blaine.” But he just held on tighter.

“No,” he whined. “Let’s just stay here all day. We can cuddle and watch movies and I can tell you how pretty you are.”

“Blaine.”

“Kurt,” Blaine mocked in the same firm tone.

“Blaine.” Blaine froze. That was definitely not Kurt’s voice. Blaine’s head shot up and he saw his dad standing in front of them with his arms crossed over his chest and his mouth twisted into an ugly scowl. Blaine quickly unwrapped himself from Kurt and stood up, suddenly feeling like he was two feet tall.

“Dad?”