As much as he desperately wanted to see his son happy, Burt Hummel had been less than thrilled to hear that Kurt had found himself a boyfriend during his time in Greece. Carole had just laughed.

“Really Burt, you can’t be surprised given Greece’s history with that sort of thing,” she had chuckled after they had logged off Skype with Kurt the day he had told them he was seeing someone.

“What do you mean ‘that sort of thing’?” he’d demanded a little indignantly.

His wife had proceeded to tell him about a certain aspect of Greek history his textbooks in school definitely had never touched upon. That had led to Carole having to nearly physically restrain Burt from driving to the airport and hopping on the next flight to Greece to bring back his son from whatever “Horny old pervert” that was seducing him.

He was even less thrilled to learn that said boyfriend was following Kurt back to the States like a mangy stray dog that couldn’t take a hint and leave a guy alone.  Still, despite his objections (and there were many), Burt had never seen his son quite so happy as he did during their weekly Skype sessions over the summer, so he’d decided he would let this Blaine situation continue for a little while longer.

From the moment he emerged from the jetway, Burt could tell that his son had changed. Sure, he had expected it, and there were the obvious physical differences—he seemed to have grown another inch or two over the summer, his shoulders had broadened a bit, his jaw had set a bit more, he was really beginning to look like a man now. But there were also more subtle differences, like the way Kurt walked. No longer was he hunching over, trying to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible, he now walked with a long striding gait and a perfect, confident posture. His face wasn’t fraught anymore with worry and anxiety, he had a serene easy smile playing on his lips. Kurt also seemed to exude a maturity that Burt had never detected before. Sure, the kid had always been sophisticated beyond his years, but something in the way that his son carried himself now led Burt to believe that his son had done some significant growing up over the summer, and possibly confirmed his worst fears of what happened between him and the Greek boyfriend.

All of that was forgotten however when Burt heard “Dad!”

The next thing he knew, he was hugging his son for the first time in three months and everything else ceased to matter. Kurt pulled away quickly though, “Okay, Dad, I’m gross from twenty hours of plane and awful pressurized air.”

“Kurt, you’re talking to a guy who works with grease for a living,” Burt countered fondly.

The younger Hummel simply rolled his eyes good-naturedly before embracing Carole as well. Finn wasn’t far behind, and once they had collected Kurt’s mountain of luggage, the family was off. Kurt had actually slept quite a bit over their three flights from Athens to Columbus and therefore was fairly well-rested. Finn, on the other hand, had played video games nonstop very closely resembled the virtual zombies he’d been killing for the past several hours, but was starving, so the four of them stopped at a diner on their way home.

“Wait, you were all bumped up to first class?” Burt interjected as Kurt relayed the story of their trip home. “How’d you swing that?”

“Kurt’s sugar daddy paid for it,” Finn grumbled around a mouthful of bacon.

“He is not my sugar daddy!” he immediately protested, slamming his fist down on the table. “Just because Blaine is rich and my boyfriend—you don’t even know the first thing about our relationship!”

“Finn,” Carole intervened, “That’s not very gracious of you, especially since Blaine probably paid thousands of dollars to upgrade you.”

Finn for the time being ignored his mother and shot back at Kurt, “I know that he dumped you a couple weeks ago and that you could barely get out of bed! Yet now all of a sudden you two are back together and he’s moving to Ohio? It makes absolutely no sense!”

Kurt sighed exasperatedly. “Yes Finn, it doesn’t make any sense, especially when you have no idea what you’re talking about!!”

“Okay, how about we just let this go for the time being?” Carole proposed. “Let’s table this for a later time when everyone isn’t so cranky and jet-lagged, hm?”

“I agree,” Burt concurred. “And Finn, as much as I appreciate you looking out for your brother, which I do, this is a conversation me and Kurt are going to have to have on our own.”

He sent a meaningful look at his son, and although Kurt was initially silent and glowered at him fiercely, he finally replied, “Fine.”

0-0-0

That “later time” came that evening after Finn had conked out for the night at 7:30 and Kurt had taken a break from unpacking. Burt was cleaning up after dinner since Carole had the night shift at the hospital. 

“Dad?”

“Yeah, kiddo?” Burt replied as he added soap to the dishwasher and closed the door so he could run the appliance.

“You wanted to talk about Blaine so here I am,” he said, his tone betraying a slight defensiveness, “ready to talk.”

“Alright,” Burt responded, pressing the ‘Start’ button on the dishwasher and making his way over to the table. “Take a seat.”

Kurt complied but didn’t speak.

“Okay, so let’s recap,” the elder Hummel began. “So you met this Blair—“

“—Blaine—“

“—Blaine character your first week in Greece and started dating.”

“Correct.”

“And how old is he?”

Kurt hesitated for a moment. “Twenty-one.”

“Kurt…”

“What? You’re a couple years older than Mom!”

“That’s different,” Burt insisted.

“How?” Kurt demanded.

“Because I was stupid and young and I don’t know Kurt, this guy is European and—“

“—and he loves me unconditionally, and that’s all that matters, right? Great talk, Dad.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Burt stopped him. “We are nowhere close to being done with this. This is going to suck, and it’s going to suck for both of us. Now, you and Blaine are two young guys, and if that phone call I got from Will Schuester back in June was any indication of how well you were supervised, I’m guessing you two had way too much time alone together…”

“Oh my God!” Kurt exclaimed. “Dad, no. Just—no. We are not doing this.”

“No as in ‘No I didn’t sleep with him’ or No as in ‘I don’t want to talk about this because I slept with him’?” Burt asked, having to raise his voice as he tried to finish his question since Kurt had stuck his fingers in ears and began to chant ‘la la la’.

“Ugh, I hate this! You know, if this were Finn, you would just give him a pat on the back and tell him not to knock anyone up!” Kurt snapped spitefully. “But because I’m gay and not butch, I get treated like a girl!”

“Hey!” Burt objected heatedly. “If Finn came home bragging about an older rich girlfriend, I’d be just as concerned. In fact,” his lowered his voice, “honestly, I’d probably be more worried with Finn. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good kid, but he hasn’t got the same—shrewdness that you do.”

Kurt was silent for a moment, unsure of how to proceed with his dad. He didn’t want to lie to him, but if Burt knew the reality of what happened between him and Blaine this summer…things would get ugly. Therefore, he needed a second to compose himself and find the best way to explain to his dad his situation with compromising the least amount of truth possible.

So with cheeks aflame and eyes averted, Kurt confessed, “Blaine and I…we did…um, we were…intimate this summer.”

“Were you safe?” Burt immediately asked.

It occurred to Kurt then that he and Blaine actually never used condoms. But since Blaine couldn’t contract any human diseases and Kurt was a virgin he felt justified in replying “Yes.”

“Did he take advantage of you?”

“No. Never,” Kurt answered without an instant of hesitation. “I remembered everything we talked about this spring, he added quietly, begrudgingly bringing up their previous sex talk.

“So this…thing between you two, it’s pretty serious?”

“Dad, you have to understand, this wasn’t just a summer fling for either of us,” Kurt implored. “We…we are very much in love.”

“Jeez, Kurt,” Burt struggled to reply after hearing his son using the l-word. “But what about what Finn said earlier? About him leaving you and—“

“Blaine and I fought, yes. He…let’s just say he was rushing things—“ Kurt scrambled to clarify once he saw the murderous look on his father’s face. “Not bad things! Not bad things, Dad, I promise. He wanted good things, things I wanted to, but things I just wasn’t ready for as a senior in high school. And Blaine, well, he isn’t used to being told no, so yeah, we had a…disagreement.”

“It sounds more than just a ‘disagreement’ to me if you couldn’t get out of bed,” Burt accused.

“I…may have taken it pretty rough,” Kurt admitted.

“So what made you change your mind about him?”

The teen inhaled deeply. “He apologized. Sincerely apologized. And when he came to me he was ready to make some real changes and sacrifices for our relationship and once we talked through everything…we’re s—we’re meant to be together Dad, I know it.”

“So that’s why he’s moving to Ohio, because ‘it’s meant to be’,” Burt concluded. The skeptic timbre in his voice was not lost on his son, however.

“Don’t say it like that!” Kurt argued. “I know it sounds crazy, okay, but I didn’t go to Greece looking for this, you know that! Blaine and I found each other.”

“I get that Kurt, but this is—it’s a lot to process,” Burt told him. “And to be honest, I wasn’t expecting this from you so soon. Finn and all of his episodes with the Glee club girls maybe, but you… I always thought you wanted to move to New York and I—you know, play the field more.”

“I thought I did too,” he conceded. “But Blaine is…just wait until you meet him next week, okay? And please be nice to him. His Dad and Step-Mom are coming with him to help him get settled too, so you can talk to them if you have any concerns. Dion—Don, his dad, he’s really old-school, you’ll like him.”

Burt was quiet for some time before he responded. “Okay. If you really love this guy and he really loves you—“

“We do!” Kurt instantly verified.

“You know that there are going to have to be ground rules made if this is going to work, right? Especially seeing as you two are…active—“

“Ahhh okay okay okay, Dad, I get it!” Kurt insisted as he rose from the table. “You don’t have to say it!”

“Yes I do,” he disputed. “There’s a whole chapter on it the parent handbook.”

“Hardee-har-har,” the teen replied humorlessly, turning to leave. “Well, I have to finish unpacking. Even with the garment bags, there’s still a chance for some nasty wrinkles to occur, so I need to get everything out and hanging ASAP.”

“Okay well,” Burt scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he paused. “I love you, Kurt. And I’m glad you’re home.”

Kurt’s face split into a wide smile. “Me too, Dad. Love you too.”

0-0-0

Kurt hadn’t been kidding when he said that boyfriend of his was loaded. The following week Burt and his son drove to the small, private airport just outside of town to receive his Blaine and his family.

“I can’t believe this kid has a private jet,” Burt muttered to himself on the way there.

“Well it’s not his,” Kurt pointed out. “It belongs to a family friend of theirs.”

“Oh well, excuse me,” Burt mock-pardoned himself. “I can’t believe this kid has a family friend who has a private jet.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “You promised to be nice.”

“And I’m a man of my word, that’s why I’m getting out all my snide comments now,” Burt countered.

The teen wasn’t completely assuaged by his father’s excuse, but too excited to see Blaine again that he dismissed it.

The pair was given access to wait on the runway as the jet taxied and parked, and it was difficult for Burt pretend like he wasn’t impressed. The jet was easily worth 50 million dollars. It was clear that a summer spent with this Blaine kid did nothing but feed Kurt’s penchant for expensive things. Kurt by the way, was standing (come to think of it, bouncing might’ve been a more accurate word to describe it) next to him, about ready to burst out of his skin with anticipation. As soon as the cabin door opened and the staircase lowered down to the ground, he took off running. He was met halfway by a young man that had bolted from the plane as soon as it had parked. From what Burt could tell he was on the short side, but was good-looking nonetheless. He definitely looked Mediterranean with his dark hair and tanned skin and—

Hey there.

The two boys had met on the runway in an impassioned embrace and an even more fervent kiss. The sight startled Burt a little, he had never seen his son kiss another man before. But that was fine, deep down, under all the bullshit Burt was required to give Kurt about having a boyfriend, he was overjoyed that his son had found someone that made him so happy, that made him feel so loved. Of course, it simultaneously killed Burt that he wasn’t the only one capable of that anymore, but that was his problem to deal with, not Kurt’s.

Burt wasn’t sure if he should look away or try to get a better read of the kid as the men stood there playing tonsil hockey about a hundred feet away from him. His few sporadic glances at the boy between looking at his feet awkwardly revealed that Blaine had a mess of curls atop his head and…some wandering hands there, Bucko, Burt observed as he watched one of the Greek’s hands slip down his son’s back and take a handful of his backside.

“Okay, that’s enough!” he called.

Kurt instantaneously jumped at the sound of his father’s voice, Blaine on the other hand, snuck in a few more kisses to his beau’s neck before Kurt snapped him out of it with the harsh whisper of “Blaine, that’s my father!”

“Wha? Oh, right!”

Burt watched with disapproving eyes as the youth attempted the gather himself into a more respectable façade and timidly approached him.

“Um, h-hi there, Mister Hummel,” he began stiltedly and extended his hand clumsily. “I’m Blaine.”

“Charmed,” Burt replied flatly.

“I’m uh…sorry about that…um, back there…” he trailed off awkwardly.

“Yeah well, let’s keep that to a minimum from now on,” Burt suggested, remaining aloof.

“Yes sir,” Blaine emphatically agreed, “Definitely, sir.”

“Already making a dazzling first impression, I see,” came a deep, booming voice from behind.

Burt shifted his glance to see the couple approaching them. They, like the boy before him, were both incredibly attractive, so much so that the elder Hummel had to wonder what was in the water over in Greece.

“My most sincere apologies, Mr. Hummel, I have no excuse for my son, and instead I can only hope you remember what it is like to be young and in love,” the dashing man said.

“Oh, it’s…forget about it. It’s Burt, by the way, Mister Hummel’s my father,” he told them with a small self-conscious laugh and held out his hand, “Pleased to meet ya.”

“Likewise,” the Greek man replied, returning the handshake. “Don Athanasios, and this is my wife Ariadne.”

“It’s lovely to meet you Burt,” Ariadne said with her trademark warm and sincere grin.

“The pl-pleasure’s all mine,” Burt blushed, his cheeks tinting with bashfulness at the goddess’s beauty as they shook hands.

“Well as lovely as this little reunion slash meeting is,” Kurt piped up from Blaine’s side. “Shall we get going? What’s your itinerary for the day?”

“Kurt dear, you’re so considerate for asking, but all of our meetings around town aren’t until tomorrow, so we’re in no hurry at all,” Ariadne assured him.

“How about you all come back to our place then? It’s nothing special—“

“Nonsense, Burt, I’m sure your home is lovely,” Don claimed. “Our driver should have loaded up the car by now, we should be ready to leave. Come Blaine, we have some matters to discuss on our own, like appropriate behavior in front significant others’ parents.”

Blaine glared at his father ferociously before gently kissing Kurt, whispering something indecipherable into his ear, and obeying his father.

0-0-0

“So that’s Blaine,” Burt proclaimed as they drove back to the house.

“That’s him,” Kurt confirmed dreamily.

“He’s not a shy one, is he? Grabbing your ass right in front of me,” he mused.

Kurt scoffed. “Dad! He’s usually not like that—okay, actually he kind of is, but he’s usually better about it. He only did um, that because he was overwhelmed with emotion upon seeing me again. It was romantic.”

“Yeah, he was overwhelmed with emotion alright,” Burt harrumphed.

“Please, please just give him a chance?” the teen entreated. “He means the world to me.”

“I know, I know,” he grumbled, “you remind me every five minutes, how can I forget?”

Kurt fixed him with his best pout, and Burt surrendered for the time being. As much as he loved his first wife dearly, he had always cursed that Kurt had gotten her eyes, the eyes that he could never refuse.

He decided on a subject change. “They’re a good-looking group, those Greeks, aren’t they? That’s one hell of a gene pool they’re working with.”

“Oh I know,” Kurt agreed, “His whole family is like that, you should see Blaine’s biological mother, she’s…she’s really something.”

0-0-0

“I swear to the heavens above Blaine, you will keep your wits about you or so help me I’ll—“

 “What?” Blaine challenged, his tone maddeningly nonchalant to his father, as he sipped the complimentary champagne provided by the limo company. “Chain me to mountain and have an eagle pluck out my liver daily? Surround me with fruit and water but not let me eat or drink them? Or maybe just sic your crazy-ass maenads on me?”

“You ungrateful little brat! Do you think I’d do this for all of my children?” the god snapped viciously.  “Must I remind you that you are mortal now, boy. I’d mind your tongue given your increased vulnerability if I were you. And as for disciplining you, I wouldn’t have to resort to any divine punishment, I’d simply turn this car around, put your ass back on that plane, and keep you in Greece away from your love, and there’d be nothing you would be able to do about it.”

 Blaine fumed. Unfortunately, the Olympian was right. Now that he was a mortal, Dionysus had even more leverage over him than before. And there was no point in being a mortal if couldn’t be with Kurt, therefore the former god realized he would have to play by his father’s rules for the weekend if he was to get what he wanted. So it was with great disinclination that Blaine replied, “Then please accept my apologies, Father.”

Dionysus didn’t say anything in return, yet Ariadne spoke.

“On the topic of minding our tongues,” she began, “I do not want to see any bickering while we are over at the Hummel-Hudson’s. That goes for both of you. Don, you will keep your temper and Blaine, you will not give your father any reason to lose it, am I clear?”

“Yes, Step-Mother,” Blaine answered right away.

“Yes, dear,” Dionysus replied a few moments later with some reluctance.

“Good, remember that Burt has a bad heart, that last thing we need is an earthquake to induce an episode of cardiac arrest,” Ariadne said with a pointed look to her husband.

“I can behave myself, Ari! I’m not the one we have to worry about!” he griped.

Blaine flushed crimson with embarrassment upon finding himself under his parents’ reproachful gaze. “It’s…it’s just all these new teenage hormones!”

“Your biological age is twenty-three Blaine, you forget that I changed you myself,” Dionysus deadpanned.

0-0-0

It felt surreal to Kurt, having Blaine and his family in his home. The two were so mismatched, these erudite all-powerful gods in his family’s Ethan Allen-furnished living room. It was terribly exciting too, though, having Blaine sitting on the couch where he would sit through football games with his dad, watch his favorite shows, and have musical movie nights with Rachel. Blaine was truly becoming part of his life now, he wouldn’t remain some faraway distant memory of a summer that was almost too good to be true.

Once they had arrived back at the house, Carole had been introduced to everyone, then once she and Kurt made sure that everyone had some sort of refreshment, they convened in the living room to chat.

“So Don, what do you for a living?” Carole inquired, commencing the small talk.

“Winemaking,” the god answered truthfully. “It’s been a fascination of mine since I was a child, and now I own a few vineyards.”

“How interesting,” the mortal woman replied. “Ariadne?”

“I help coordinate and support fundraising for a few philanthropic causes,” she told Carole.

“Kurt mentioned that you work in the theatre as well,” Burt brought up, looking at Don.

“That’s true, I fancy myself somewhat of a patron of the arts—“

That’s a bit of an understatement, Kurt chuckled to himself.

“—and have been known to invest in a production here and there,” the Olympian finished as he sipped his sparkling water.

“Kurt is very interested in theatre,” Burt said, the paternal pride in his voice undeniable.  “He’s one hell of a singer too, wants to go to Broadway and the whole deal.”

Kurt flushed with embarrassment at his father’s attempt a bragging, “Dad…”

“I’m sure he’ll make it there,” Dionysus replied with an easy grin. “Blaine has told me many a time about your son’s talents as a performer.”

Now it was Blaine’s turn for his cheek to color. He felt a squeeze to his hand and glanced to the right, where Kurt was beaming at him. He returned the grin twenty-fold.

“Has he?” Burt asked.

“Yeah, Dad,” the younger Hummel confirmed. “Blaine actually helped the New Directions out a lot with our final performance for the G.L.E.E., so he’d sit in on rehearsals.”

 “Now tell me what happens next year then,” Burt began to transition into a different topic, “when Kurt wants to study in New York for college but Blaine will be at Ohio State.”  

 “Oh, it’s no trouble, I’ll just transfer to a school in New York,” Blaine told him simply.

“You’d really drop everything and change schools just like that?” Burt questioned.

“Well Mr. Hummel, Kurt is my everything, so it isn’t a big deal to me,” he explained to the older man.  “Being close to him is what matters most to me.”

“And you’re okay with this?” Burt queried, regarding Don and Ariadne.

“The wonderful thing about America is that there are great universities everywhere,” Dionysus expounded. “Besides, about a third of American university students transfer after their first year anyway, and Blaine knows that he has to make top marks this year in order to remain a competitive applicant.”

“Furthermore, Blaine has demonstrated to us how much your son means to him,” Ariadne added. “We wouldn’t let Blaine make decisions regarding something as important as his education based on a relationship if we didn’t have the utmost confidence in them and their love.”

A quiet pause pervaded the living room for a few moments before Carole spoke.

“Kurt, honey? I’ve ordered sandwiches from the deli for everyone for lunch today—“ she turned to her guests, “I hope that’s okay?”

“Certainly!” Don exclaimed. “It’s been too long since Ari and I have had an authentic American deli sandwich.”

“Thank you, Carole.” Ariadne chimed in.

“In that case,” Carole continued, “would you mind picking them up from Vito’s? Maybe Blaine could go with you too, it’ll give him a chance to see the town since he’ll be spending quite a bit of time here.”

“Of course,” Kurt answered, doing his best to mask his eagerness as he and Blaine rose from the couch and headed toward the door.

Once the boys had left, Dionysus was quick to speak. “Burt, I know this must have all been very sudden for you…”

“I just wasn’t expecting it,” Burt confessed, “Kurt’s never had more than a crush on a guy, and then he goes to Greece for a summer and brings home a serious boyfriend? It’s…a big change, to say the least.”

“We understand completely,” the goddess empathized.

“Frankly, we were very concerned when we heard that Blaine was seeing someone,” Don divulged.
“Blaine has never been in a proper relationship before, and therefore I didn’t have much confidence in him when it came to respecting a partner. Then when I heard about how young Kurt was—don’t get me wrong, your son is a strong, smart young man, I’ve never doubted that in the slightest—but I also didn’t want my son being liable for his broken heart.“

“What changed?” the mortal man probed.

“Blaine did,” The Olympian told him. “I kept an eye on them throughout the summer, and it became apparent quickly how much of a better man my son was when he was with Kurt, and how happy he made your son. They work together and work off of each other, and you saw for yourself Burt, it’s a little nauseating how smitten they are.”

“I’ll agree with you there,” Burt said with a small laugh. “But in all seriousness, and this has nothing to with Blaine on a personal level, but…Kurt is the only openly gay kid at his school, hell, in the entire town. And I can’t help but worry that he’s maybe rushing into things because he’s afraid he won’t be able to find it anywhere else.”

“You raise a very valid point,” Dionysus agreed. “That’s why Ariadne and I insisted that Blaine go to school a couple of hours away, I think that we can all agree that they boys need a little distance put between them.”

Burt nodded.

“And of course we’ll trade phone numbers,” the god continued. “If Blaine is giving you any trouble, do not hesitate to call me, myself or my personal assistant will answer, and I’ll straighten him out in a flash.”

“I don’t think that will be necess—“

“Please, Burt, at least let yourself have the option,” Don contended. “Blaine gets his impulsiveness from his mother—“

Ariadne fixed her husband with a skeptical look.

“—and myself, to some extent,” he reluctantly added, “sometimes he needs it.”

“Kurt is still finding himself—both boys are,” Carole joined in. “So if a couple months down the road they grow apart or things don’t work out, we’ll address it then. But we can’t deny Kurt this just because of something we’re afraid might happen.”

“That’s true,” Burt conceded, smiling weakly at his wife.

“It’s hard, we know,” Ariadne consoled them. “I was mess when the first of our children married.”

“How many children do you have?” Carole inquired.

“Twelve,” the goddess replied.

“Twelve?”

“I’m afraid so,” Ariadne said with laugh and shrug of her shoulders. “We just want you to know that we’ve had a bit of experience with this sort of thing, but unfortunately it never gets an easier.”  

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Carole agreed. “You want so badly to protect them from everything that could harm them, but at the same time you’ve got to let them make their own mistakes and learn for themselves.”

“Precisely,” Ariadne concurred.

“I’ll tell you one thing, I wouldn’t mind keeping Blaine around with you two as in-laws,” Burt teased.

“Well, we’d be thrilled to have Kurt as our son-in-law,” the goddess told them, “I hope I’m not overstepping when I say this, but we already consider him as such.”

“That’s nice to hear, actually,” Burt admitted. “Makes loosening the reins a little easier.”

“Of course, we’re glad you’re feeling better about all of this,” she replied, “and like Don said, please don’t hesitate to call us. I don’t want to presume that you two are fans of wine, but we’d love to have you stay at vineyards with us sometime. It’s a beautiful getaway at the very least.”

“You’re too generous,” Carole said. “Maybe once things quiet down here when Finn and Kurt graduate.”

“Speaking of Kurt, the boys should be back soon from the deli,” Burt remarked, glancing down at his watch.

Carole smiled and in a knowing voice added, “Yes, any minute now…”

0-0-0

“Oh fuck baby, I’ve wanted to be inside of you since the moment I saw you,” Blaine rumbled as they rolled around in the back of the Navigator, the third row of seating conveniently still collapsed and stowed in the floor from bringing back all his luggage from the airport that Kurt may have accidentally-on-purpose have forgotten to reposition.

“Nngh, I know how you feel,” the teen replied breathily as he ground his pelvis with his lover’s, reveling in the friction he had missed so much. The Greek pinned him down to floor so he could properly align their groins and start rucking up the boy’s shirt. He swooped down as soon as he revealed a wide strip of milky, taut skin, mouthing at Kurt’s lower abdomen and peppering it with kisses. The teen chuckled, “Once a sex god, always a sex god.”

“Not true,” Blaine disputed, momentarily halting his worship of Kurt’s stomach. “God-Blaine would have taken you right on the tarmac, parents be damned. But seeing as I’m no longer God-Blaine, Mortal-Blaine was able to wait until now.”

“How… g-gah-gallant of Mortal-Blaine,” Kurt quipped, trying to remain coherent as his boyfriend undid his pants and cupped him through his underwear. “You still managed to scandalize my father however.”

“Kurt,” Blaine said seriously, drawing his hand away from Kurt’s crotch (much to his frustration), and straightening up, “Now that I’m a mortal, it’s going to be easier for me to lose an erection, and I’m just going to warn you, mentioning your dad is a surefire way to get me soft.”

Kurt giggled. “I see,” he said carefully, “so I guess that a subject change is in order?”

“Please,” Blaine beseeched him, too desperately aroused to care that he was begging.

“So you want me to stop talking about my dad and talk about…hm, let me see, how much I missed your cock perhaps?” the American inquired with false innocence.

The god merely growled in reply, whipping off his shirt and diving back down to attack Kurt’s lips.

“Mmm, mmm,” Kurt moaned as they kissed. “Oh Blaine, missed it so much, felt so empty without you.”’

“Fuck,” the former god swore once more and returned his attention to Kurt’s lower half. “Have to get you out of these pants…no idea how horny you make me…”

“Are-are you sure no one will see?”  the teen asked, abandoning the sexy banter and glancing around nervously at their surroundings. “We’re not in Athens anymore Blaine, if we get caught—“

Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt’s before he could finish. “We’re fine. Like you said, no one comes here,” he said referring the empty stretch of highway they’d pulled off of, “we’re parked behind the trees and you have tinted windows and good shocks.”

Kurt wasn’t completely convinced, “I guess…”

“Do you think I would let anything happen to?” he asked sincerely, cupping his lover’s face gently.

“No,” Kurt relented, “but we have to make this quick anyway, okay?”

A devilish smirk played across Blaine’s features and he winked, “Your wish, my command.”

The next thing Kurt knew, he was missing his pants and Blaine had opened his, extracting his leaking erection from its cloth confines.

“Do you have lube?” he asked, eyes fixed on Blaine’s length and trying not to drool.

“Of course, baby,” Blaine cooed as he reached into his back pocket and produced the famous crystal flask. He bent over to resume kissing his lover and then positioned the teen’s legs so that he could begin to prepare him. He sucked in a breath as his lover’s hole came into view. “Oh Kurt, you have no idea how much I’ve missed this ass.”

“Tell me,” Kurt urged him, his breath hitching as Blaine’s wetted finger began to massage hole.

“Love it so much…” the newly minted mortal murmured, his fingertip breaching Kurt’s opening and slowly sliding in “…always so hot and tight for me…can’t wait to get you alone, Kurt—like really alone, want to rim you for hours…”

An ecstatic whimper escaped Kurt at the thought, well that and the fact that Blaine pushed another finger into him just then. They proceeded like that until Kurt was fully stretched, the Greek babbling deliciously dirty things and the teen encouraging every bit of filth that tumbled from his lips.

Finally, Kurt deemed himself fully prepped and appealed to the other man, “Really Blaine, the deli is really only a 15 minute round trip, they’re going to suspect something if we don’t—Blaine, are you even listening?”

“Hm?” Blaine, until then mesmerized by watching his fingers disappear into Kurt over and over again, at last was focused on his boyfriend’s words.

“You. Inside of me. Before one of our parents hunts us down, preferably,” Kurt snarked in reply.

“You’re so hot when you’re bitchy,” he chuckled lowly, moving to slick himself up.

“Excuse me? I am not bitchy, I am merely—nnnnnngh!”

Kurt’s brilliant, scathing comeback was cut off as Blaine entered him, not that he could really bring himself to mind the interruption all that much.

“Good?” Blaine panted as he pushed in. “Not too much or—“

“Perfect,” Kurt guaranteed him, locking his legs around his lover’s back.

“Good,” Blaine exhaled as he continued to bury himself in Kurt’s oh-so-delectable channel. He paused shortly once he was entirely sheathed to make sure that his lover had time to adjust, and then went straight from zero-to-pounding.

There were so many things that Kurt wanted to say to Blaine as he pistoned himself inside of him, like “Holy crap, Blaine!” and “Missed me that much?” also, “Oh my God, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after his but please don’t stop!”, but all the teen found himself capable of was gasping and keening and “ah”-ing with every one of Blaine’s rapid thrusts. He clutched onto Blaine’s biceps to keep himself steady and lost himself in the feeling of finally being one with his lover again after ten long, painful days of cold showers and having to think of Sue Sylvester in a bikini. Blaine was so hot and large and good inside of him, he was always so good, and to think that he had an eternity of this to look forward to…

Blaine made a sound that was significantly needier than his previous grunts and suddenly his hand was closing around Kurt’s cock, frantically pumping him to completion.  He came with a choked off cry, eyes rolling back in his head and back arching as his body was wracked with pleasure, spilling over Blaine’s fist. Still gently gripping him, he felt Blaine ram into him a few more times before Kurt could feel the Greek’s release coat his insides.

They both lay together panting afterwards, Blaine burying his head in the crook of Kurt’s neck and shoulder, Kurt letting his legs fall from his lover’s torso and rest on the floor of the car. He fiddled with the curls at the base of Blaine’s neck as he waited for the other man to ease out of him.

“Hmm, you may be mortal now honey, but that was still divine,” Kurt basked, trying not to wince as his boyfriend pulled out of him.

Blaine chuckled as he reached for the box of tissues that Kurt had the foresight to grab when they moved to the backseat earlier. “You flatter me, my sweet.”

“I do not,” Kurt maintained before adding playfully, “but then again I was kind of aching for it.”

“You’re telling me,” the former god commiserated straightaway while he tidied them up gently. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve felt like a horny teenager.”

“I’m sorry,” Kurt apologized quietly, fetching his shirt.

“No, babe, why are you sorry? I’m excited,” he told him, his amber eyes meeting his with unmistakable genuineness. “Yeah, sneaking around sucks sometimes but it’s fun, exhilarating even. I can’t wait to do it in your bed, and sext you during class, and I wouldn’t even bother putting these seats back—“

Kurt laughed and captured his lips in a quick kiss. “Settle down there, Casanova.”

“Casanova?” Blaine scoffed. “Who exactly do you think taught Casanova how to pick up women?” 

“My mistake,” Kurt responded wryly, pulling on this underwear, “But I hate to break it to you, eighteenth century womanizer or not, we need to get back. I could have given you a tour of the town twice during the time we’ve been gone.”

They redressed swiftly and as they pulled away back onto the highway, the teen found himself laughing, joyous and carefree.

“What’s so funny?” Blaine asked, looking up at his love’s face from where their fingers were intertwined on the console.

“It’s just—this all feels like a big, elaborate, grown-up version of playing pretend, doesn’t it? I don’t know, you’re here with your family and being at my house and running to get subs with me, it’s so weird,” the younger man mused.

“Good weird?” Blaine questioned, making sure to keep his tone light. Internally, he was apprehensive that Kurt was regretting this choice. If that was the case, he needed to know now, so that he, Dionysus, and Ariadne could try to fix things as best they could to make the teen feel more comfortable or if need be, to arrange for Blaine to return to Greece, as much as it agonized him to think it.

Thankfully, Kurt answered quickly and mollified Blaine’s fears, “The best weird.”

0-0-0

“We’re back!” Kurt called as he and Blaine entered the house with the sandwiches.

Burt appeared a second later. “Where were you two?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

“I took Carole’s advice and showed Blaine around a bit,” the younger Hummel told his father, slipping out of his shoes and traipsing further inside, determined not to let his father get to him. Blaine followed wordlessly, determined not to make eye contact with Mr. Hummel.

“I swear, I’m not going to make it to New York with my genitals intact,” he muttered to Kurt once they were out of earshot.

Kurt simply rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s dramatics and breezed into the kitchen where they were greeted by Carole and Ariadne. They readied the dining room for lunch and after a tense, brief exchange between Blaine and Finn when the latter came down to join them, the two families had their first proper meal together. And yes, his dad and Finn weren’t too fond of Blaine, Blaine was going to be two hours away, and there were still going to be homophobes and Neanderthals at McKinley when the school year started in a few days, Kurt couldn’t help but feel like this was the beginning of something wonderful.