"Oh god, Kurt. That feels so good,"�Blaine moaned loudly, fisting a hand in Kurt's hair which Kurt promptly batted away. Seriously, he knew how much time Kurt had spent on his hair that morning, just like he did every morning, so why did he always insist on yanking on it and completely ruining all of that effort every time Kurt gave him head and they had places to be afterward?

"Will you be quiet for once? Finn is home,"�Kurt whispered, once his mouth was pulled off of Blaine's insanely hard cock,�"And stop touching my hair."

"I'm sorry," Blaine panted, moving his hand to grasp Kurt's head again, but changing direction at the last minute and gripping the sheet beside his hip instead.

"Don't be sorry, just keep your hands to yourself and be quiet," Kurt grumbled before sinking his mouth over Blaine once again. He loved how loud his boyfriend was during sex. Really, he did. Just not when his awkward, Andre the Giant, still on the shitlist step-brother was in the room across the hall.

Kurt forced himself to focus, because really, he had his boyfriend's ridiculously perfect dick in his mouth, and he didn't need to be paying attention to anything else. Most people, when giving blowjobs, were focused on the pleasure of the other person. And Kurt was. It was kind of hard not to when Blaine had a habit of moaning and panting and reacting almost violently to everything little thing that Kurt's mouth did to him.

But, Kurt was a little bit selfish. He gave Blaine blowjobs with almost startling frequency because he loved it, too. He'd listened to the girls in Glee talk more than once about how degrading they thought giving head was (and how Rachel had run screaming into the bathroom last week when she'd tried giving Finn a blowjob for the first time and he'd apparently thrust forward and 'practically violated her esophagus', which was honestly something that Kurt never needed to hear about ever). Kurt didn't see it that way, though, and didn't understand why the girls did.

He loved worshipping Blaine with his mouth, because honestly, that was pretty much what he did. There were kisses and caresses and long hard sucks that brought Blaine to the back of his throat where he could swallow around the head and send Blaine into a particularly hysterical tizzy. He loved sliding his lips as close as he could get to the base and pulling up slowly, his cheeks hallowing out and his tongue wrapping firmly around the underside of Blaine's cock. He loved using his hand to pump in short, hard strokes while his mouth and tongue paid particularly close attention to the head. Yes, Kurt loved pretty much everything about giving his boyfriend head, and Blaine had never once complained.

"Guh,"�Blaine moaned. Kurt was pretty sure that he'd meant to say something more articulate. Hell, he probably wanted to burst into a Pink-esque number about the wonders of Kurt's tongue or something. It was definitely more his style than basically grunting like a caveman as his hips started to thrust just a little. Kurt rolled his eyes a little behind his closed eyelids and pressed a forearm across Blaine's lower abdomen, pressing his hips back into the mattress and out of Kurt's face. "Soclose."

Well, at least that had been words. Kind of.

Part of Kurt wanted to draw it out a little longer, because whenever he did, Blaine would always start doing this adorable whine deep in his throat and his toes would start to spread and clench and wriggle with almost alarming speed. But, when they'd started, they had only had a half hour until Burt and Carole were due to arrive home with dinner, and Kurt definitely needed a minute or two to freshen up before that.

Blaine forgot himself and laced a hand into Kurt's hair just as he took him in as deep as he could go. Kurt released his hold on Blaine's hips to smack his offending hand away only to be rewarded by Blaine thrusting forward sharply. It wasn't that Kurt couldn't handle it, it was just that he liked a little forewarning first. He again used his arm to shove Blaine's hips down, wondering why in the hell his boyfriend sometimes had to make it so difficult for Kurt to get his dick-sucking on, when Blaine started tapping impatiently at his arm.

"Was... was that a knock?"�Blaine gasped as Kurt moved into the position that always got Blaine to come. He used just his index finger and thumb to create a tight ring around the base of Blaine's cock, which he rapidly pumped up and down while sucking the head into his mouth, his tongue flicking repeatedly at the little bundle of nerves that rested just below the head. "I'm coming."

And then it happened.

Mid-word, Finn burst into the room laughing about something.

"-ere, OH MY GOD!" he pretty much shrieked. Kurt pulled off Blaine's dick with a lewd, wet popping sound.

"Oh my god,"�Kurt managed before a harsh, searing pain burst through his right eye, "OW! BLAINE, YOU JUST CAME IN MY EYE!"

"Oh my god," Blaine moaned embarrassedly, trying to cover himself as a few more streaks of come shot from his tip of his straining erection.

"Get the fuck out,�Finn!" Kurt yelled, pressing one hand hard into burning eye. Finn just kind of gaped at them before bolting from the room and slamming the door shut.

"Babe, are you okay?" Blaine asked.

"No, you just came in my eye!" Kurt spat, "When my step-brother was in the room, you came in my eye. How could I�possibly be okay? Oh my god, I'm going to go blind, aren't I?" Kurt leaped off the floor and chased into the bathroom, Blaine right behind him.

"It'd already started when he opened the door, there wasn't much I could do about it," Blaine said, his eyes still pretty glazed and his cheeks that ridiculous Blaroon color again. Honestly, he was adorable even after potentially ruining Kurt's 20/20 eyesight.

"Just help me wash out my eye,"�Kurt huffed, leaning his head in the sink.

Blaine stepped up and turned on the faucet before easing Kurt's head forward into the trickle. It felt awful. His whole eyeball was getting cold, but at least the harsh sting was dissipating. Once Kurt felt certain that maybe he wouldn't be losing his vision after all, he raised his head and pressed a towel into the offended eye.

"I'm so sorry,"�Blaine murmured, pulling Kurt close.

He allowed himself to be held there against Blaine's warm chest for a moment before pushing away. He had work to do. Hurriedly, he fixed his hair as best he could, not that there was any way it could completely recover from Blaine's needy, groping fingers. He'd hoped that by the time he was finished with his hair, the redness in his eye would have gone away. It hadn't.

The garage door growled open below them, and Blaine went to open the door.�It had only been a few days since Burt had ambushed them with that asshole of a condom wrapper, and neither of them were particularly keen on having a repeat conversation anytime, well, ever. Kurt saw Blaine hesitate in the doorway before ducking his head and returning to Kurt's side.

"Finn was just leaving his room," he explained in a whisper.

"This is a disaster,"�Kurt sighed.

"Seriously, I�mean I can't believe he actually saw me coming.�That's so messed up, and-"

"I was talking about my eye,"�Kurt interrupted, attempting to dab on some concealer. It was no use. He could do all he wanted to the skin around his eye, but the redness on his actual eyeball was just going to take awhile to settle down. Fantastic.

"Your eye will be fine."

"I know, I'm just kind of mortified, that's all."

"We'll get through it together," Blaine said, "Like always."

"At least we know that Finn won't say anything in front of them,"�Kurt nodded, grabbing Blaine's hand just as Burt called up the stairs to them, asking them to come down to dinner. They took a deep breath together and headed for the door before Kurt stopped.

"What?" Kurt just raised an eyebrow at Blaine and reached forward to yank his zipper back up. Blaine smiled sheepishly and followed Kurt down the stairs. Kurt couldn't help but be annoyed. He'd just gotten walked in on going to town on his boyfriend's dick and then he'd gotten semen in his eye, which hurt way more than he ever could have imagined. Not that he had a habit of getting foreign substances in his eyes, but still.

Now he was being forced to eat a meal with the person who'd walked in on them. The fucking weird person. The person who was making Kurt consider moving up his death sentence. He had been planning to let Finn live to get them through Sectionals, but now he wasn't so sure. Hell, he wasn't sure he'd let Finn make it to see the sun rise again.

"Kurt, what's wrong with your eye?" Carole asked concernedly as soon as they walked into the room, prompting Finn to choke hard on the bite he'd been swallowing down. Burt reached over to thump his hand hard in the middle of Finn's back, apparently helping since Finn's breathing resumed. Unfortunately.

"I, uh," Kurt said, trying to think quick. Nothing was coming to him.

Coming.

God how Kurt loathed his brain sometimes.

"After school Kurt and I stopped to get something to drink. Kurt was squeezing a lemon slice into his iced tea and some got in his eye," Blaine said, soothingly rubbing his hand across Kurt's back as they sat down as if to further emphasize and make true his story.

"Yeah, that's it.�It wasn't anything awkward or potentially damaging for life or anything,"�Finn said. Kurt glared at him.

"Um, okay. Well, did you flush it out with water?" Carole asked, shooting Finn a sidelong look.

"I did. Right away,"�Kurt said, piling up some salad on his plate and preparing to change the subject to Glee club. Or the weather. Or tectonic plates. Or the mating habits of dung beetles. Honestly, anything else would have been a welcome change.

"If that happened after school, then why is your eye still so red?"�Finn asked, shoving a potato in his mouth.�Oh, so he wanted to play, did he?

"I found a pair of purple panties under the backseat of my car after you drove Rachel home that one night. You don't know anything about that, do you, Finn?"

"When I went to go get some chips earlier, I saw that your door was closed. Aren't you supposed to have it open when Blaine's over?"

"Aren't you supposed to ask permission before having overnight guests?�Because I swore that I heard a girl's voice in your room the other night."

"Hey, how did that talk Miss Pillsbury wanted to have with you and Blaine go?"

"Unless that moaning girl's voice was actually coming from your computer."

"Talk to Santana and Brittany lately?"

"Send your girlfriend running screaming from the room lately?"

"KURT AND BLAINE HAVE SEX!"

"FINN'S AN IDIOT!"

"Hey..."

"I'm sorry, I thought we were just stating facts,"�Kurt said, finally sitting back and finally removing his attention from his moronic step-brother. Only then did he realize that the other three inhabitants of the table were all sitting there with their jaws dropped open.

"I don't care what's going on between you two, but it needs to stop. Now," Burt grumbled, looking back and forth between them, "I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear any of that, but I'm watching you. All of you." Blaine gulped beside Kurt.

"Thanks a lot, Kurt," Finn grumbled before wincing as Kurt kicked his shin as hard as he could with the toe of his boot, "That hurt."

"Good."

"You'd think that you two have been brothers your whole life, I swear," Carole said, trying not to laugh.

"But let's keep the dinner conversation clean," Burt added.

"Fine with me,"�Kurt chimed in, spearing a forkful of cucumber and tomato.

His whole body was strung tight and all he wanted to do was reach out and slug Finn as hard as he could, the terrible things he'd been yelling still echoing through Kurt's mind. But then he felt a hand on his knee, gently squeezing. He turned to smile at Blaine, who was grinning back at him. Oh, right. Blaine thought Kurt was sexy when he was mad. Because that was just what Kurt needed at the moment.

"Your eye's looking better," Carole said as Kurt and Blaine were helping her load the dishwasher.

"Yeah, weird since that apparently happened hours ago, yet it's getting better all of a sudden,"�Finn added, handing Carole the now empty salad bowl from the table. Now, Kurt couldn't help himself. He swung back and pounded his fist hard into Finn's bicep, being sure to stick out his middle knuckle a bit to increase the pain. "OW. You're stronger than you look."

"Don't forget it,"�Kurt glared, then turning his look sugary sweet as he passed Blaine a stack of plates. Carole walked toward the fridge, leaving Blaine a moment to whisper to him.

"I want you so bad right now. I don't even care if you come in my eye." Kurt smiled a little to himself. He certainly wasn't planning on it, but if he did, well, turnabout was fair play.