“Oh, my...,” Kurt breathed, “Your face does taste awesome.” He pushed his lips back against Blaine’s. Said boy teased him a few seconds with his tongue, thrusting it in and out, licking across Kurt’s bottom lip, until he pulled back a little bit. He kissed Kurt’s neck. “Don’t mention Rachel while making out. That’s such a turn-off.”
He felt Kurt chuckle. His hand traced down Blaine’s chest and moved south wards. His fingers ghosted over his boyfriends crotch. It was obvious that he actually still was turned on. Very, very much. “Well... she’s not a boner-kill obviously.” Blaine started moving his hips against Kurt’s hand, getting some more much-needed friction. He moaned.
“Ssshhh,” Kurt whispered, “We’re not home alone, remember.” That was what Kurt said, not what he meant. He loved it when Blaine was moaning and whimpering because of him. They hadn’t done that much together yet, actually only shirtless making out and above the clothes, but under the belt, touching. They had also found out that they enjoyed that very much. Since Kurt and Blaine both knew what the other one liked and where their boundaries were, they had spent hours and hours of just kissing, touching and discovering each other’s bodies.
So Kurt loved the little sounds his boyfriend made and encouraged him to make more noise. He didn’t want to get caught, but he just couldn’t resist... His hand disappeared under the waistband of Blaine’s pants and he touched him through his underwear. Not hard, but enough to make him thrust his hips up.
Blaine’s left hand clutched the covers of Kurt’s bed and the other one started touching Kurt’s flat stomach, wandering off to his sides.
Kurt moaned in response, and when Blaine’s hand started carressing his nipple, he whimpered Blaine’s name softly. Their mouths collided again, the kissing was now a lot less careful, but more passionate. They teeth clenched together, their tongues were moving frantically, thrusting and licking each others lips.
“We... need to cool off...,” Kurt panted, “We are... too... God... loud, Blaine,” he kissed the boy’s neck, “Finn... or my dad...”
Blaine was too turned on to care, too turned on to listen to what Kurt was saying, his mind was too fogged with his hot boyfriend, who had his freaking hand in his pants. How could he cool off now? He just kissed Kurt harder.

“Kurt, what did I sa-...”. This was exactly what the boy feared. His dad walking in on them, while they were in the middle of a... quite passionate make-out session. While his boyfriend had his hand under his shirt. While he had his hand in his boyfriend’s pants.
The boys flew apart, heads flushed -and not because of the hotness of what they’d just been doing. Blaine’s eyes went from his own, messed-up clothes to his boyfriend’s father, to his boyfriend himself. Who was pulling his shirt back down while staring at his dad. “Dad! I’m... Sorry! What are you doing here?”
Burt looked at Kurt. “Checking if your door was still open. Which was something I asked you to do. To avoid this kind of situations.”
“I’m... sorry, dad,” Kurt said, “We were just... kissing... well, maybe a little more than kissing, but...,” he took a breath, “We didn’t do anything wrong, dad.”
Burt stared at the boys. “You broke my rules, that’s what you did wrong, Kurt. And Blaine,” he turned to the boy, “What do you have to say here? You know you’re always welcome here, but you have to respect the rules me and Carole set up.”
The dark-haired boy shrugged. “I’m sorry, sir, about the door. But I can’t say it won’t happen again... because it probably will. We’re in love. We’re teenagers and we both want this...,” he looked to his feet, “I don’t mean to be rude...”
Kurt looked from his boyfriend to his dad. His words had been really sweet and very true, but he didn’t know how his dad would react.
Burt’s looked severe to his son. “Then we will have a talk about this. Like adults. If you think you can’t agree with me and Carole on this, then we’ll discuss a solution.”
Kurt’s mouth fell open. “You’re... not punishing us? Me?”
Now it was Burt’s turn to laugh. “How can I punish you for being in a healthy relationship? I would have been happier if you guys would’ve discussed this with me, but if you feel that you need more time together, we’ll talk about it.”
Blaine and Kurt just looked at each other. They shared a little smile.
Burt walked out the room and gestured that they should follow him.

“Okay, boys, me and Carole have talked about this a few weeks ago, because we saw that you two were getting more serious,” Burt said, “So we’ve come up with a few new rules.”
The boys nodded. They were very happy that Burt and Carole has talked about this and that they came up with the idea of... better regulations. It’d be kind of embarrassing if they’d have to do everything secretely.
“So,” he clapped his hands together, “Blaine, if your parents are okay with this, you can stay over one night a week, but only during the weekends or when you start school later the next day.”
Blaine smiled and squeezed Kurt’s hand. “That’s awesome, sir. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Regarding... the other moments you’ll spend time together, we’ve set up this idea: when Carole or me are home, your door will stay open. There’s no discussing that. But we will allow you to close your door when you’re here alone. Then you don’t have to deal with Finn walking in. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Dad,” Kurt answered, “Thanks...” He wanted to stand up, but Burt stopped him. “Two more things, boys. One: I do not want to walk in on something I saw earlier, so when we’re at home you keep it PG.”
Two flushed faces.
“Two, and I am serious about this, if you ever have problems or questions, you come talk to me if it’s serious, okay? I may not know anything about being in a relationship with another guy, but I know something about relationships and sex. These problems include asking money if you’d need condoms, or any other... supplies. Am I clear here?”
Kurt’s face was still red and he looked like he was about to schoke, but he managed to get a ‘yes, dad’ out. He did grab Blaine’s hand as fast as he could to run off to his room. This had been an awkward conversation...