"Uh. Good evening...-"

"Burt Hummel," He told Blaine, still watching him from head to toe.

"Good evening, Mr. Hummel"

"How long has he been here, Kurt?"

"Actually, he just arrived." Kurt turned to the sink, avoiding the gaze of his father. "Dinner is ready."

"So, where did you two meet?"

"We met at a coffee shop." He said, smiling at Kurt, who blushed slightly when he felt Blaine looking at him. Shit.

"Blaine!" Burt called a little louder.

"Sorry. You asked me... "

"I asked if you like football..."

"Hm... Not exactly. "

"Mechanics?" Blaine shook his head. "Or ... cars? " He risked.

"Maybe cars."

Burt outlined a smiled.

"Oh. Wait. It was you who helped Kurt when that guys tried to attack him, Blaine? " 

"Yeah. It was on the same day we met. " 

Burt's smile grew. 

He said nothing for a few seconds. But he needed to ask.

"'You think your father liked me?"

"Probably." He nodded, giving him a glass wet.

A comfortable silence remained until all tableware was dry and in the cabinet, only the sound of some TV show that Burt was watching in the other room.

"They threatened you again?"

"Who?" Kurt turned his back to the sink, wiping his hand on own pants.

"They..."

"Oh, no... just the usual, you know, in college, but nothing too serious," He shrugged.

"This cannot be normal." Blaine frowned.

"You don't need to worry. I can overcome that. "

"But I worry about you." He approached a little more, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I want to protect you."

Kurt winced slightly at the touch, but then he remembered that Blaine would not hurt him. He wasn't used to this kind of feeling - the warm touch of someone who cares about you.

"I can protect you." He repeated in a whisper, cocking his head slightly to kiss him slowly. He secured his hair, pulling him as close as possible. He can't let Kurt escape. He won't.

Kurt felt his back pressing against the sink, but he would not get away, no fuckin' way, because he also felt Blaine's mouth, his tongue, the touch and oh- he lets out a moan coming from the back of the throat, putting his hand on Blaine's jaw, because he wants more, he didn't want to stop.

Blaine came down a little, making him raise his head back, leaving Kurt's neck showing his soft and pale skin. He sucked slowly, probably leaving a mark.

"We need-we need to go back to-" Kurt gasped, lowering his head again. "He'll listen."

Blaine smiled, stroking his face gently.