Kurt thought he heard the door slam. He couldn’t be sure because he had his head phones in, but he had that notion that something heavy in the house had slammed closed. After stilling himself for a moment he figured he should probably check out whatever had fallen downstairs, so he hauled himself over the nest of pillows and blankets he had previously been cuddled into and landed in a squat on the floor. After admiring his ninja like skills he crept down the stairs careful not to tread on the squeakier stairs pausing occasionally to listen, hearing nothing, and continuing down the stairs. When he hit the ground floor he glanced around the darkening living room and recalled the conversation he had had with his father before he left.
//flashback//
“Alright Kurt are you sure you don’t want to come with us?”
“Dad this is only the tenth time you’ve asked me, I’ll be fine. It’s not like I haven’t been left alone for the weekend before.”
“Burt, come on, he’s plenty responsible. He’s earned a weekend away from the family and if we don’t get moving now we’re not going to make it in time for my uncle’s party!” Carole called from the doorway planting a kiss on Kurt’s cheek and marching Finn out the door.
“Hey, I’m responsible too! Why can’t I stay home?” Finn whined.
“After that beer bash with Puck you had at the garage last weekend? Ha! Get in the car Finn.” Burt called after them. He let out a big sigh.
“Alright kid, I know you’ll be fine there’s money above the coffee pot and…” but Kurt cut his father off with a smirk.
“And I have all the emergency phone numbers and I promise not to choke on any small toys while I play.”
“Yah, yah, yah, I get it. Love you kid, be good.”
“Bye dad, enjoy Carole’s strange relatives for me.”
//end flashback//
He let out a large breath seeing the front door was slightly ajar, fixed the lock and shut the door. All the sudden he heard a big gasp from behind him and then a thud as the person tripped over his father’s footstool. Fear hot and sharp shot up Kurt’s spine. He spun and grasped for the nearest thing which happened to be Carole’s purple umbrella turning to face the intruder deciding he wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Kurt? Uh please don’t hit me. I’m sorry I didn’t call.”
“Blaine what in the fuck do you think you’re doing!? You disappear with Sebastian after we go to the club and then you break in my freaking house!?” On the last two words his voice shot up and got all huff and light. Kurt couldn’t notice in the low light but Blaine’s eyes grew darker with every word.
“I’ve tried calling fifty-six times Kurt! What else was I supposed to do? I’ve explained to you six times that Sebastian dragged me away because he said you needed me outside, and when I went to find you he tried to go down on me! I’m sorry you saw us out there and misunderstood but Kurt I could never do anything like that to you, please believe me.” At this point Blaine was still on the floor but he had moved to sit on his knees gazing up at Kurt with longing and something else deep in his eyes.
“Christ Blaine I can’t take this right now please just leave me alone…”
“You’re wearing my pants,”
“I…what? Oh yah well I thought they were comfy and I wasn’t planning to leave the house,” Kurt trailed off watching Blaine rise from the ground and slide closer to him. Kurt could clearly see the look in his eyes now and it was kind of unmistakable lust Blaine got in his eyes when he was determined to get Kurt into his bed.
Blaine moved so that Kurt was pushed against the front door and so that his short hot breath was ghosting against Kurt’s ear.
“You have no idea how absolutely hot and bothered it gets me that you’re wearing my clothing…fuck Kurt,” and with that Blaine buried his face into the crook of Kurt’s neck and started sucking and nipping.
“Oh was that the pla-Aann?” Kurt’s voice hitched as Blaine reached for his belt.
“Well it is now,” Blaine smile and descended down Kurt’s body until he was again kneeling in front of him. And when Blaine unleashed him from his pants Kurt decided all was forgiven and maybe he should play hard to get more often if it meant more spontaneous make-up sex.