Kurt was sitting on his bed, his feet tucked up under him as he sewed up a ripped pocket on a shirt that had been torn during rehearsal that day. It all happened when Finn and his oafish self tripped over his own feet attempting a dance move, only to grab at the nearest person, Kurt, in hopes to steady himself. Instead he caught the upper breast pocket of Kurt's shirt with his hand, tearing it. To add insult to injury, he also dragged his poor step brother down into a heap onto the ground with him. Well, at least he hadn't broken Kurt's nose, that would've been a real bitch. "You know." Blaine said, popping his head out from behind the door of Kurt's closet as the younger boy poked through the various garments. "You have a ton of color in here, why do you tend stick to such subdued tones?"

"The proper colored accessory can do more for an outfit than neon pants can." Kurt said easily, almost dully, even though he was obviously teasing Blaine.

"Was that a dig at me?"

"No."

"Uh-huh." Blaine just hummed, nodding with a little smirk before going back to rooting around Kurt's clothing. He may not have been fashion crazy like Kurt was, but he wasn't blase about it either. No, Blaine did enjoy clothing, he just didn't enjoy it to the lengths that his boyfriend did. "Wait a minute, I saw you wear neon pants like last week." He pointed out, peeking his head out from around the door once again.

"They were mustard yellow, not neon." Kurt corrected.

"Whatever, point is, you can't tease me about my crazy bright pants if you wore a pants just as bright." Blaine said before pausing. "I liked those, I need to borrow those." 

"They're over there." Kurt nodded to his desk chair, not really paying much attention.

Blaine just smiled one of his broad smiles, heading toward the desk to scoop up said pants, only to stop once he had them in hand. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Rachel wearing these yesterday?"

"She was, hence why they're on the chair and not put away. I just got them back this afternoon." Kurt explained as he clipped the sewing thread neatly, finishing his patch job on his shirt, it looking seamless.

"Rachel borrow your clothes often?" Blaine asked with a little amused quirk of his eyebrow, watching as Kurt slipped his arms back into his shirt, effectively covering his undershirt, once again being fully clothed.

"Only sometimes, my skirts are too short for her liking." Kurt joked, since he obviously didn't actually wear skirts. The occasional kilt sure, but those were an entire different entity.

"Where did you get these anyway?" Blaine asked as he looked at the legs of the pants, seeing the tacks Kurt had put in so that they hadn't been too long on Rachel, which would make them just about the right length for him as well. He was short, he knew this, he admitted it.

"Mike." Kurt said simply.

At that he took pause, looking at the other boy like he had lost his mind. "Wait Mike? As in, Mike?" Kurt just nodded, shifting so that he was laying on on his stomach on the bed, watching Blaine. "You and Mike swap clothes often?"

"Oh all the time." Kurt deadpanned before smirking. "No, Tina bought them for him, he hated them, obviously. Since he's neither gay nor a hipster, but wore them a couple times to appease her and then I offered to take them off his hands when I heard him complaining about them."

"Don't you mean take them off his legs?" Blaine arched his eyebrows.

Kurt chuckled. "Why Blaine, are you jealous?"

"Of Mike? No. Mercedes maybe, but not Mike." At that Kurt laughed properly. "What!?" Blaine smiled. "She's so feisty, she's a level of feisty most gay men only dream to achieve." He joked as he undid his own shockingly bright pants, obviously planing on trying on the yellow ones.

"You know, if my dad walks in right now and sees you taking off your pants, he will shoot you." Kurt teased, looking to the open door, expecting his father to suddenly appear just because he had mentioned him.

"Oh please." Blaine rolled his eyes as he slipped out of his neon jeans, leaving him clad in a pair of boxer briefs for a moment as he worked to wriggle into the skinny yellow pants of Mike-Kurt-Rachel's. "Your dad loves me, besides, I know for a fact that his guns are two floors below us. So by the time he would be back with one, I will already be out your window shimmying down the drain pipe."

"Not in my pants you won't be." Kurt pointed out.

"You trying to tell me you'd really send me running away from your father and his rifle, while in my underwear?"

"If it meant saving my clothes from stains, then yes." Kurt smiled sweetly, teasing.

"You make me feel so loved." Blaine smirked as he did up the pants, turning to look at himself in the mirror. "They're a teeny bit snug." He said to himself.

Kurt hummed. "Only in the ass." Blaine made a little affronted noise, looking at the other boy in the mirror. "In the best possible way." Kurt assured, which seemed to placate Blaine, who went back to checking his reflection out at various angles before getting a thoughtful look on his face, suddenly chuckling at something. "What?" Kurt asked.

"Nothing." Blaine shook his head.

"Come on, what?"

"I was just thinking, the sisterhood of the traveling mustard yellow pants." Blaine said with a laughing snort, which caused Kurt to laugh gently.

"You, me, Rachel and Mike hardly does a sisterhood make. Particularly Mike."

"We could always pass them around the rest of the glee club." Blaine joked.

"The glee club of the traveling mustard yellow pants?" Kurt arched his eyebrow.

"I think it's got a ring to it." Blaine smiled teasingly, turning around to lean against the wall next to the mirror, looking at the other boy.

"Couple problems with that, I doubt they'd fit either Finn or Mercedes. And something tells me we'd have to tie Puck up and force them onto him."

"Kinky." Blaine smirked as he pushed off of the wall, walking in a leisurely pace toward the bed. "Well, we could always wait until everyone else has had a chance to wear them, including mister ball gag Puck."

"Who said anything about a ball gag?" Kurt questioned in an amused manner, only to be ignored as Blaine continued talking.

"And then... we could cut them up into matching vests for Finn and Mercedes." He finished with a grin, leaning on the footboard before Kurt.

"What!? No! No cutting up my clothes, that's it, take the pants off." Kurt pointed at Blaine, sitting up, the other boy jumping out of reach with a laugh.

"Arm warmers?"

"Blaine, get your butt over here." Kurt said, grabbing at him.

"Hats?" 

"You brat! That's it, no pants. You do not get to joke about cutting up my clothes and still expect to borrow them." Kurt said, jumping up and grabbing Blaine playfully, who just laughed brightly, attempting to bat his hands away.

"No, I like them, they look good on me." Blaine pouted jokingly, holding onto Kurt's wrists as the boy in question attempted to undo the zipper on Blaine's pants.

"Well you should've thought of that huh?" Kurt said as they playfully wrestled for control of the zipper, eventually the two tripping and toppling over onto the bed, laughing. "Off with the pants, now, shimmy out of them." He said, basically sitting on Blaine's thighs, tugging on the waistband. Right then there was the sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway, Kurt and Blaine both looking over to see Burt standing there, his body facing the room yet his head was turned so he wasn't looking in at them.

"What are you two doing?" Burt asked, although given what he had just heard, and the commotion that had caused him to check on them in the first place, he had a pretty good idea.

"Isn't it obvious?" Kurt asked, a rare surge of rebellion. "I'm trying to get Blaine out of his pants." Kurt didn't really know why he said it, or why he felt the need to be flippant about it. Could be because they weren't actually doing anything wrong, they hadn't been caught in a sexy moment. They had never broken Burt's rule about the door being open when they were alone, and they had never even had sex under Burt's roof, always saving their intimate times for when they were at Blaine's house. Right then they were just two teens, joking around, who happened to be dating.

"Oh.. uh...." Burt seemed to mummer, not really sure what to do. After all, Kurt was eighteen years old, it was ridiculous to expect him to not have sex. He remembered what he was like at that age, and truth be told, he wasn't stupid, he knew they were sexually active. It was right in that moment that he knew he was being unfair, when he had caught Kurt with Brittany, what had he done? Told him to be safe and left them alone. Really, if they were going to have sex anywhere, he would prefer it to be somewhere that he knew that they felt protected. Besides, like he had said to his sons about both drinking and smoking weed, if they were going to use either substance, he would prefer they do it at home so that if anything went wrong, someone was there to help. Why shouldn't it be the same with sex?

"Dad?" Kurt's voice broke into Burt's thoughts, causing the man to look at his son, seeing him sitting atop Blaine, in the middle of pulling his pants off.

"Stop banging around." Was all Burt said before reaching in and grabbing the doorknob, pulling the door shut with a little click.

Both boys watched the door close, a tad confused. "Did he?..." Blaine trailed off as Burt's voice could be heard hollering up the stairs to them.

"Use protection!"

"He did." Kurt said, answering Blaine's unfinished question. His dad had not only broken his own 'open door' rule, but basically gave them the go ahead to fuck like rabbits. The two looked at each other, sort of shocked into silence before they realized what they had just been doing before a whole lot of weird happened, which is why the both very suddenly burst into laughter.