The drive to Kurt’s house was relatively silent.  Blaine would hum along to the radio occasionally, and Kurt would turn his head and they’d smile at each other, but otherwise, they sat in comfortable silence, just soaking each other in with their hands clasped between them.

“Are you sure your dad will be okay with this?” Blaine asked as Kurt turned down his street.  “I mean we didn’t exactly ask him if I could stay over…”

“Well I drove you,” Kurt said as he pulled into the driveway, “and he won’t have me drive you back to Dalton now since I wouldn’t get back until after ten.”

Blaine nodded and quickly opened his door, slamming it and dashing around to Kurt’s side before Kurt could even undo his seatbelt.  Kurt rolled his eyes fondly as Blaine opened his door for him and held out his hand to help Kurt out.  “You’re incredibly cheesy,” Kurt said as Blaine laced their fingers together.  Kurt found the key to the house and opened the door, tugging Blaine inside before shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Hello?” He called, waiting a moment for a response.  “I’m home!” He called again, only to again be met by silence.  “He must still be at the garage,” Kurt told Blaine before releasing his hand in order to get his jacket off, “I don’t know where Finn and Carole are, though.”

Blaine hung up his own jacket and towed off his shoes, using the wall for support as he felt a slender pair of arms wrapping around his waist.  He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat before finishing with his shoes and turning around in Kurt’s arms.

“Hi,” Kurt said softly, one of his huge, toothless grins spreading across his face.  “Thank you for coming over.”

“It’s not like it was exactly a hardship for me,” Blaine said, Kurt smirking at how his voice sounded a little breathless.

“Hmm,” Kurt hummed as he pressed a soft kiss to Blaine’s jaw.  “I suppose.”

He could feel Blaine grinning at his words as he trailed small kisses up his jaw towards his ear, his own heart hammering in his chest as Blaine’s hands moved to grip his hips.

“Kurt,” Blaine breathed as Kurt continued to kiss across his face, his kisses soft and gentle, “Couldn’t your family – um, couldn’t they walk in?”

Kurt pulled away at Blaine’s words, causing Blaine to whimper at the loss of contact and he instantly berated himself for saying anything.  He was about to say something again along the words of actually forget I said anything when Kurt’s lips pressed against his gently, slow and sensual and tender.  Blaine hummed as he wrapped his arms around Kurt’s torso and pulled him closer, Kurt’s own winding around his neck and playing with the escaping curls at the nape of his neck.

“I quite like kissing you,” Blaine breathed against his lips after a few moments.

Kurt let out a breathy laugh.  “Mmm,” he hummed, “I quite like kissing you too.”

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Blaine asked as he started trailing his mouth down Kurt’s jaw.  “I mean I’ve wanted to since the day I –” He cut off and pulled away, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

Kurt laughed at the sight of Blaine.  Bashful, beautiful Blaine, who’d basically just admitted to liking him for as long as Kurt had feelings for him.  “We really aren’t the brightest,” Kurt laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Blaine’s mouth.  “Because I’ve liked you for that long, too.”

Kurt watched as Blaine’s eyes lit up, the hazel practically melting – and how eyes could be described as melting, Kurt didn’t know.  But he was sure that’s what Blaine’s were doing.

“Okay,” Blaine laughed again, shaking his head and squeezing Kurt’s waist gently.  “Okay, alright, we’re stupid, I’m stupid, you’re Spiderkurt, and I’m just going to stop talking and kiss you again.”

Kurt laughed and grinned into the kiss, their lips meeting again.  It was more difficult, Kurt noted, to kiss when both parties were grinning so much.  But then Blaine surged forward a little more, with a little more force, and Kurt gasped into his mouth, pulling Blaine’s face closer with the hands that were still clasped around his neck.  He got lost in the feeling of Blaine’s lips – soft and chapped and just a little wet – the way they fit perfectly with this own.  He reveled at Blaine’s every gasp, every murmur, and if someone would have asked him if he thought he’d be kissing a boy in his entryway a few days ago, Kurt would have answered that no, he didn’t.  But here he was, wrapped up in Blaine so tightly that it was hard to distinguish one boy from the other.  Blaine kissed him gently, one hand cupping his chin as he planted short, soft, closed-mouth kisses to his lips, each leaving Kurt tingly and wanting more.

Blaine moved one hand to Kurt’s wrapped wrist, stroking up and down it gently, as if willing it to heal. 

“Blaine,” Kurt whispered, a soft laugh escaping his lips.  “It’s fine, honestly.”

“I’m just worried,” Blaine murmured, kissing the corner of Kurt’s lips before capturing them in his own again.  “If this can happen from just a storm, imagine what –”

“No,” Kurt whispered, silencing Blaine with his lips, simply because he could now.  “Shh. We’re not talking about this now.”

Blaine didn’t respond, although Kurt didn’t know if it as because he admitted defeat or because if the fact that Kurt was kissing him again.

Kurt was so focused on Blaine – his hands on his waist and his breath and his lips – that he didn’t hear the clanking of keys as they unlocked the door.

“Carole, I’m tellin’ you,” his dad’s voice rang through the door as it opened, “that movie was awful and…”

He trailed off as he saw Kurt and Blaine against the wall, their eyes wide and their lips just inches apart.

Kurt felt his heart pounding and his face rapidly turning red.  He glanced up at Blaine and, if he couldn’t feel his dad’s eyes boring into the back of his head, he would have laughed at Blaine.  His eyes were closed and it looked as if where trying to shrink himself.  “You’re not shrinking,” Kurt whispered, so that the others wouldn’t hear.

“Well he’s going to kill me,” Blaine whispered back without opening his eyes, instead seeming to squeeze them shut even more.  “So you better kiss me goodbye now.”

“I’m not kissing you with my dad in the room,” Kurt replied, causing a small, stiff laugh to escape from Blaine’s clenched lips.

“Umm…boys,” Burt cleared his throat. 

“Why are you guys still in the door – oh,” they heard Finn say as he walked into the door.  “I’m just going to…yeah.”

Kurt closed his eyes as he heard Finn all but run down the hallway down the stairs.  He stepped away from Blaine after what felt like hours of them just standing there like deer in headlights, but was probably less than a minute.  He chanced a glance over his shoulder at his dad, whose expression was unreadable.  Carole was moving behind Burt towards the bathroom, but there was a huge grin on her face as she winked at Kurt and mouthed ‘he’s cute!’ to Kurt. 

Kurt was turning more and more red just as his dad coughed again.

“Um, hello Blaine,” Burt said with a nod of his head.

“Hello, sir,” Blaine opened his eyes and stood upright, his expression frightened but his voice was unwavering.  Kurt wanted to laugh at how he could go from practically playing possum to a well-mannered private school boy in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry for coming over, but Kurt said it wouldn’t be a problem and –”

“It’s not a problem,” Burt said, and Kurt could practically feel his dad remembering what Kurt had said that morning about Blaine’s relationship with his father.  “You’re always welcome here.”

Blaine nodded, Kurt noticing that his hands were shaking from where they were clasped in front of him.

“Um, Kurt,” Burt addressed him now.  Kurt swallowed and waited.  “Can I talk to you in the kitchen?”

Kurt nodded and turned back to Blaine as he watched his dad walk into the kitchen.  “Make yourself comfortable in the living room,” he told Blaine, squeezing his hand quickly.

“Are you in trouble?” Blaine asked, his voice worried.  “Because I can leave.  My brother’s in town and I can have him pick me up if it’s a problem –”

“It’s not a problem,” Kurt said, “you heard him, Blaine.  He doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean.”

Blaine nodded and kissed Kurt’s cheek once, after turning his head and making sure there wasn’t anyone nearby.

“Seriously,” he said as Kurt gave Blaine’s hand another squeeze.  “I’m not in trouble, I promise.”  He paused for a moment before remembering something Blaine had said.  “You have a brother?”

Blaine laughed and nodded.  “Stop procrastinating and go see what he wants, Kurt,” Blaine said.  “We’ll talk about it when you’re done.”

Kurt nodded and turned to walk into the kitchen, smiling fondly when he glanced back and saw Blaine sitting precariously on the edge of the sofa, as if he was afraid to mess it up.

Kurt shook his head fondly, practically jumping when he heard his dad’s voice behind him.  “Kid’s terrified of me,” Burt said.

Kurt turned around, his heart thumping from the small fright.  “Can you blame him?” Kurt asked.  “First time he meets you and you walk in on…that.”  He blushed again as he said the words, ducking his head and avoiding his father’s gaze.

“What was ‘that’ that I walked in on?” Burt asked, leaning against the back of one of the kitchen chairs and crossing his arms.  “When did that happen?”

“Um…today,” Kurt admitted, his cheeks flushing even more.  He glanced up at his dad to see his eyes softening a little.

“You told him, didn’t you?”

Kurt had always wondered how his dad was so perceptive all the time.  He’d just always been like that.

“I didn’t tell him, per say,” Kurt said after a few moments.  “But he found the red ski mask I used before I got the suit.”

“The one you were wearing when you saved him.”

It wasn’t a question, and Kurt knew that Blaine had probably mentioned that detail to Burt when he was telling him what had happened that night which was , now that Kurt thought about it, only a week ago.

“Look, I’m happy for you, I am,” Burt said after a few moments of silence.  “But we need some ground rules.”

“Dad –”

“No, if he’s staying here for the weekend – which I’m assuming he is since his car isn’t around – then we need to establish them now.”

Kurt sighed and slumped back against the wall, wanting nothing more than to bury his head in his hands.

“And, after walking in on that, I think they’re pretty necessary.”

Kurt groaned and chanced a glance at Blaine, barely able to see him out of the corner of his eye.  The TV was on, but Blaine wasn’t watching it.  He was gripping his hands in his lap again, his expression concerned as he stared into the kitchen in what was obviously an attempt at eavesdropping.  Kurt smirked and caught his eye, raising an eyebrow at him before Blaine ducked his head and looked away, pink smattering across his cheeks.

He is so damn cute, Kurt thought before he was pulled back by his dad.

“Kurt.  Kurt!”

Kurt looked at his dad guilty, only to find him shaking his head and chuckling.  “You’ve both got it so bad,” he said.

“Now, give me your attention for a few more minutes and you can go back to your boy, okay?”

“First,” Burt said, Kurt glaring at him as he smirked at his blush, “doors stay open.”

“Dad, we’re not going to –”

“I don’t care, we’re making it a rule now that is in affect now and in the future.”

Kurt blushed again, glancing at Blaine again to see his face buried in his hands in what Kurt assumed was embarrassment.

“Second, no funny business in my house.  You guys can kiss or whatever, just no –”

“Dad!”

“I’m serious, Kurt.  We need to establish boundaries now to avoid issues in the future.”  Burt paused before starting again.  “And…treat each other right,” he mumbled, not meeting Kurt’s eyes.  “You matter, Kurt.  You both do.”

Kurt blushed again, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping that his dad didn’t give him a full blown sex talk with Blaine right in the other room.

“Last one,” Burt went on after a few awkward moments.  “Blaine sleeps on the couch.”

Kurt sighed and nodded.  He knew that one was coming, whether they were together or not.

“…are you done?” Kurt asked, biting his lip as his cheeks refused to stop blushing.

“Yes,” Burt said, leaning back against the chair again and smirking at Kurt.  “Go send your boy in here.”

“Dad, don’t scare him!” Kurt protested, looking at Blaine again only to find him watching Kurt with wide, terrified eyes.

“I just want to talk to him,” Burt insisted, standing upright and walking over to Kurt, giving his shoulder a shove in the direction of the living room.  “Now go.”

Kurt sighed and wiped his hands on his pants, not noticing until now that they had been sweating during their talk.

“Hi,” Kurt said as he sat down next to Blaine, smiling faintly as Blaine reached over and clasped his hand.

“Don’t make me do it,” Blaine said instantly, his voice shaking a little.

“I knew you were eavesdropping,” Kurt teased, gently nudging Blaine with his shoulder.  “But it’ll be fine.  I promise.”

Blaine nodded and made no inclination to move.

“Come on,” Kurt stood up and grabbed both of Blaine’s hands, hauling him up with him.  “Just get it over with, okay?”

Blaine nodded again and still didn’t move.

“You’re stubborn,” Kurt whispered before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.  It was against his better judgment, really, especially considering his dad was right in the kitchen.  He knew they were out of his line of view, but still.

He pulled away after a few seconds, laughing as Blaine tried to chase his lips with his own.  “Nu-uh,” he smirked, “No more until you talk to him.”

“But –”

“Go,” Kurt laughed, giving him another peck on the cheek before shoving him towards the kitchen.  Blaine glared at him as he rounded the corner, Kurt taking a seat on the couch and lounging back so that he could see Blaine clearly.