Kurt heard the front door slam shut and his entire body went slack with relief.

"Blaine?" he shouted, his voice a little hoarse. The clock on the bedside table stated that it was 7:50. Blaine was almost an hour late. Blaine was never late.

"No, it's me,"�Finn called out in response, his words accompanied by the sound of his feet plodding their way up the steps.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What in the hell was he going to do?�And where in the hell was Blaine?

"Finn,"�Kurt said, the pleading obvious in his voice. He repeatedly beat the back of his skull against the mattress and scrunched up his face in frustration. He didn't want to do this, but he had to. What other choice did he have? "Can you come here for a minute?"

"Sure,"�Finn said. Kurt could hear his hand reach out to grab the doorknob, the metal jingling under his fingers. Kurt's throat seized up and his body jerked in shock, pain coursing through his forearms.

"Don't come in!"

"But you just told me to come here,"�Finn said, obviously confused. If Kurt hadn't been so panic-stricken, he probably would have been laughing, imagining the assuredly stupid look on Finn's face as he tried to figure out what was going on.

"I know,"�Kurt said, his breath hitching a little. "Just hold on a minute." He sucked in a few breaths to calm himself and gave one final tug.

It was official. The handcuffs were not going to come off. Not without the key.

God damn it.

It had been such a brilliant plan. Due to the fact that he had gotten out of Glee rehearsal that afternoon and Blaine hadn't, he had planned an elaborate apology:�one virile Kurt with which Blaine could do whatever he wished for precisely one hour. He'd found a spot on the headboard that his newly purchased handcuffs would fit around, texted Blaine to verify that he was still coming over at seven, and then had set his plan into action. Getting the handcuffs on his own wrists had been surprisingly easy. All it had taken was one firm push against the mattress with each arm and he'd been ready and waiting.

But, Blaine had never shown up. Kurt's phone had gotten a text every five minutes since 7:00, but it was lying next to the handcuff key on the table by the door. His wrists were throbbing and raw from trying to pull free, and he'd been pleading for the ceiling for the last thirty minutes that Blaine would walk in the front door before Burt and Carole returned from their date night. Further proof that there was no God.

"Are you okay in there?" Finn asked. Again, Kurt could hear Finn put his hand on the doorknob.

"Just wait!" Kurt cried out.�He had to do this no matter how awful it was going to be. He couldn't just lie there handcuffed to the bed all night. His wrists hurt so badly, he was hungry, and he was getting cold lying there naked on the bed.

"What's going on, Kurt?"�Finn sounded genuinely distressed. Kurt knew that he had to get to it or Finn was just going to barge in. In a well-meaning but instead life-ruining and totally Finn kind of way, of course.

"I'm stuck," Kurt managed to get out, his voice actually squeaking he was so embarrassed. As if he wasn't pathetic enough already, now he had to sound like he was going through puberty all over again, too?�Fucking fantastic.

"Stuck how?" Finn asked, taking a really long time to say the words as if he'd never heard them before. Kurt swallowed hard and took another breath that shuddered.

"I'm... ugh," Kurt grunted in frustration, yanking hard against his constraints one more time in the hopes that they would break free and he could tell Finn just to go the hell away now please. No such luck. Still stuck. "I'm handcuffed to the bed."

"You're what? Did Blaine leave you like that?"�Finn asked, now sounding pissed.

"No! He was supposed to come over at seven and I was... going to surprise him, but he never showed up," Kurt explained. Finn was quiet for so long that Kurt worried he might have left.

"So, you need me to unlock them," he finally said. Kurt sighed in relief. At least Finn was smart enough to figure that out on his own.

"That would be helpful, yes." He could actually hear the breath that Finn sucked in it was so loud.

"'Okay, I'm coming in now." Kurt nodded, which was stupid because Finn couldn't see him, but it made him feel better anyway. But then he looked down at himself.

"Wait." He tried to get into a less compromising position. No, that wasn't going to work.�His ass would be pointed right at Finn and clearly that wasn't acceptable. He flopped his legs over to the other side of his body and moved them until he was convinced that his thigh was definitely covering his package and that they could maybe get out of this situation without Finn actually seeing Kurt all the way naked. "If you look at my penis, I'll end your life."

"Really not planning on it," Finn said. The door swung slowly open but Finn didn't come into view yet. He was freaking out. Of course he was freaking out. If Kurt was in his shoes, if the roles were reversed, he would most definitely not be excited about going in to unlock Finn's handcuffs.

"Finn, I promise that no matter how embarrassing this is for you, it's a billion times more awkward for me,"�Kurt said.

"Where's the key?"�Finn asked from the other side of the open door.

"On the table by the door."

"Okay," Finn said, breathing in loudly. When he stepped into the room, he had a hand clapped over his eyes, his other arm groping wildly in the air. For what, Kurt had no idea. Did he think that the table was six feet tall?

He took three lurching steps. The last one collided his shins with the foot of the bed and he swayed on his feet, almost toppling onto the mattress.

"Oh my god, Finn. Open your eyes before you fall on top of me and make this even worse!"�Kurt yelled.

"Fine!" Finn yelled back, righting himself but continuing blindly flailing his arms around until he caught hold of the door and regained his bearings. Even though Kurt was mostly mortified, part of him couldn't help but be annoyed with Finn. Here Kurt was in the absolute most horribly compromising position he'd ever been in, and Finn couldn't stop being a giant hulk of awkwardness long enough to just fucking help him?

Kurt watched carefully as Finn opened his eyes, blinked at the wall a few times, and then glanced down and saw the key. He shoulders relaxed a little, and he bent down to snag it before turning slowly. It was obvious that he was trying very, very hard not to look at the bed.

"Will you stop being weird for five seconds and just unlock me already?"�Kurt demanded. Finn's face flushed and he rushed to the head of the bed.

"Oh my god, your wrists are so red," Finn said, wincing a little as he tried to work the key into the little hole in the completely embarrassing handcuffs.

Why hadn't Kurt just gotten normal ones?�Why had he thought that Blaine would get a kick out of the fuzzy black pair? Why was he such a fucking moron?

"I've been trying to get free for almost an hour. Of course they're red," Kurt said, watching as Finn tried for about the tenth time to get the key in, "Would you hurry up?�Oh my god!"

"I'm trying," Finn whined, "You yelling at me isn't helping!" Kurt just groaned and turned away, pressing his face against his right bicep until he felt his left hand finally break free from its surprisingly strong plastic prison.

"Thank you! Now leave the key on the mattress and go away."

"But your other-"

"I can get that one myself. Now go. Away."

"But-"

"GO!" Kurt cried through gritted teeth, but when he saw Finn crossing the threshold, he couldn't help it when he called out again, "Wait!"

"What?" Finn asked, turning instinctively. The second his eyes grazed over Kurt's still naked and half-restrained form, he turned even redder than before and spun back toward the hall. Seriously, he was the one acting embarrassed? He'd seen the position that Kurt was currently stuck in, right?

"This never happened,"�Kurt said.

"Definitely not," Finn said, and then he was gone.

As soon as Kurt heard the door latch shut, he flipped over onto his side. His shoulder was twisting painfully but he so didn't care at the moment. He unlocked the cuff holding his right hand captive and moaned loudly at the immediate loss of pressure. Tenderly, he took turns rubbing each wrist before slowly rotating his hands until he felt like he might actually be able to use them again sometime in the future.

"Kurt!" a voice shouted from the foyer just before the front door slammed shut.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me,"�Kurt said, his eyes opening wide before narrowing in anger.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Kurt heard Finn yell from his room across the hall. Well, at least he wasn't the only one irritated that Blaine had chosen the moment a mere few seconds after Finn had left the room to finally show up. Blaine ran up the stairs, his footsteps loud and urgent, and he burst in Kurt's room without knocking.

"Are you okay? I've been-" Blaine said, stopping short when he took in Kurt's naked body.

"You've been what? Texting me about how you were going to be late when you're never late? Yeah, I kind of got that," Kurt spat, nodding his head toward the phone filled with messages he still hadn't read.

"There, um,"�Blaine said, shutting the door without taking his eyes off of Kurt's exposed skin. He shook his head, clearly trying to focus,�"There was an accident on the highway. Traffic was stopped, and... why are you naked? I mean, I'm not complaining or anything, but..."

"Well, I was trying to surprise you. I had myself handcuffed to the bed. I was stuck there for almost an hour waiting for you," Kurt informed him, raising his arms to show off the reddened bands of skin around his wrists. Blaine gave out a little strangled noise of concern and rushed to Kurt's side, sitting on the mattress and gently lifting one of Kurt's arms to his mouth so he could place a featherlight kiss on the inside of his wrist. Kurt sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth at the pain even that little action caused and Blaine bent down to hug him tightly.

"I'm sorry I'm so late," Blaine murmured into Kurt's bare shoulder before pausing and slowly pulling back, "Wait... you said you were stuck. So how did you get uncufffed?" Kurt felt his face turn red and he sat up.

"Finn."

"Finn came in here to uncuff you."

"He did."

"Finn saw you naked."

"Not completely. I mean, I�made sure that I was covered."

"Finn."

"Yes, Blaine,�I think this has already been established."

Again, why was everyone else insisting on being so awkward about this? Kurt was the one who'd been handcuffed to a bed for an entire hour and all that he'd gotten out of it was sore wrists and another scarring moment between himself and his stepbrother.

"I'm sorry, that's just... well, that's awful," Blaine said, smoothing a hand over Kurt's hair and pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Yes, it was. Especially since you got here about five seconds after he left my room," Kurt said.

"I owe you, don't I?" Blaine said, smiling a little.

"You so owe me. I�know that this was supposed to be about me owing you a favor, but you totally blew that."

"So how about to make up for it, I totally blow you?"�Blaine grinned. Kurt rolled his eyes and rubbed at his wrists.

"You are so lame. I can't even believe I'm dating you,"�Kurt said, moving to get off the bed. Blaine countered him, grabbing hold of his shoulders and pushing him back onto the mattress.

"I think you're lying,"�Blaine said, his voice low as he ran both of his palms hot and heavy down Kurt's chest and stomach. When they reached his hips, he leaned down until his lips were against Kurt's ear. "I think you kind of like me."

"Wrong. I love you, but I don't particularly like you right now." Blaine needed to stop touching him. Kurt needed to go ice his wrists and, you know, put on some clothes since his dad and Carole could potentially arrive home any minute.

"Parts of you like me," Blaine whispered, one hand ghosting over Kurt's dick, teasing him with strokes so light Kurt didn't know whether to squirm because it kind of tickled or buck up into his hand to gain some damned friction.

"That part of me has a mind of its own, and frankly, it's kind of an idiot,"�Kurt said, finding it harder and harder to pretend to be annoyed as Blaine started tracing the outline of one of Kurt's nipples with just the very tip of his tongue.

Such a fucking tease. Kurt didn't really dislike him, but honestly, he should have.

"I'm really sorry I was so late," Blaine said against Kurt's chest, "How much time do we have?"

"None, actually. They could be home any minute,"�Kurt breathed, his hands grasping for Blaine's shoulders as he continued to kiss his way down Kurt's stomach. The gripping motion was sending a dull ache through his forearms, but when he could feel Blaine's warm breath against his thighs, the pain just disappeared.

"I'd better get a move on, then." Blaine barely had the last word out before he was sinking his mouth down over Kurt's now fully hard cock.

God Blaine was good with his tongue. That gorgeous and multi-talented tongue was taking its sweet time tracing every raised vein, swiping over every inch of Kurt's dick. Time they didn't have.

"Stop teasing me. If they get home before I finish, I'll never forgive you,"�Kurt said, trying his hardest to sound stern. In reality, he was basically just pathetically whining as he fisted a hand in Blaine's hair.

Blaine didn't respond, but he obviously understood the severity of the meaning of Kurt's breathily delivered words. He lowered his head closer to Kurt's lap until the tip of Kurt's dick was nudging at the back of his throat and he was moaning�around it.�The vibrations were too much, and Kurt felt his orgasm coming on already. Heat flooded his stomach and his toes curled into the mattress. The pain in his wrists remained forgotten as Blaine worked his magic.

Blaine could tell that Kurt was close. Of course he could. He dug his fingers into Kurt's hips, yanking them up off the mattress until he could slide his hands around to squeeze Kurt's ass, all the while keeping up the relentless suction that never failed to make Kurt come quick and hard.

Kurt came with a grunt, his hips jerking hard as everything faded away but the hot, wet feeling of Blaine's mouth. Blaine held him still as he swallowed continuously around Kurt's cock and didn't release Kurt from his mouth until he was half-heartedly batting at the top of Blaine's head. Blaine pulled off with an intentionally lewd pop before snaking up to press open-mouthed kisses against Kurt's bare chest.

"Are you still mad at me?" Blaine asked in between kisses, the smile evident in his voice. Kurt rolled his eyes and grinned a little despite himself.

"Furious,"�Kurt told him, twirling an adorably perfect curl near Blaine's right ear around his finger, "Now would you be a dear and make my bed for me while I get dressed?"

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," Blaine said, moving his kisses to Kurt's throat. Kurt opened his eyes to glare at Blaine, but then he was doing that amazing thing with Kurt's earlobe and he just smiled instead.

"You probably wouldn't do it right anyway," Kurt said, his voice sounding a little dreamy as he continued to play with�Blaine's hair as he did incomprehensibly sinful things to the shell of Kurt's ear.

"This is true. I'm way better at messing up beds than I am at making them," Blaine stated, finally kissing Kurt's mouth, each of them moaning loudly until Blaine had to go and pull away like the tease that he was. "Do you disagree?"

Smug bastard.

"I'm too mad at you to compliment you."

"On my excellent dick sucking skills?" Kurt rolled his eyes and sat up, Blaine climbing to straddle his lap and dragging his hands down Kurt's sides in an instant.

"On anything."

"What about these pants?�I know�you like these pants." Kurt cocked an eye brow and looked down. Yes, he did like those pants.�They made Blaine's ass look fantastic. But he was still annoyed and definitely wasn't going to give in.

"I'm going downstairs to ice my wrists. Because they hurt. Because you were an hour late,"�Kurt said stiffly instead of waxing poetic about the fantastic way the denim fit snugly against Blaine's muscled body.

"Didn't I just make up for that?" He looked genuinely confused.

"No."

"Well then I'd better keep trying until you forget all about it,"�Blaine shrugged, scooting forward until he could grind his erection hard into Kurt. He was still so sensitive from coming, but he couldn't deny how amazing it always felt with Blaine did that. Stupid sexy Blaine.

"Mom just called to say they're on their way!" Finn shouted. As he burst in the door.

Kurt shrieked and leaped off the bed, sending Blaine toppling backward onto the carpet.

"What the fuck, Finn?" Kurt shouted as he hid on the far side of the bed. Blaine groaned and rubbed at his back while he tried to sit up.

"I didn't think you'd be doing anything! What's the matter with you two?"�Finn demanded as he yanked the door back shut.

"What's wrong with us? What's wrong with you?" Honestly. Of all the people on the face of the planet, Kurt had to have gotten the worst step-sibling possible. Anyone else would have been better. He would rather have Jacob Ben Israel living across the hall.

"I was just trying to help!" Kurt huffed as he yanked his clothes from earlier back on while Blaine tried to make the bed and was failing on all counts. Did he honestly think that the throw pillows were arranged that way?�Had he never actually looked at Kurt's bed before?

"Well stop helping. Forever,"�Kurt said, pulling the door open just before he started to rebutton his shirt. The garage door rumbled beneath them. He stepped close to Finn, who was still lingering in the hallway looking like he didn't know whether to throw up or punch the wall, and whispered. "None of this ever happened."

"I'm making you pay for my therapy,"�Finn spat before heading down the stairs.

"He's spending way too much time with Rachel," Blaine said, stepping up behind Kurt and putting his chin on his shoulder.

"Can we run away?" Kurt asked, turning to face Blaine and kissing him softly.

"I think we're a little young to elope, don't you?"�Blaine teased. Kurt scoffed and gave him a little shove.

"As if I'd let over a decade of wedding planning just go to waste, Blaine. Please. Now hurry up and help me make the bed before they get up here."

"I still owe you, don't I?" Blaine asked as he carelessly tossed two more of Kurt's throw pillows onto the bed.

"Finn saw me naked twice today. You have no idea how much you owe me,"�Kurt huffed as he rearranged them and straightened the duvet.

No idea.