Finally! I'm so sorry this took so long. I've never taken so long to get a chapter out. You wouldn't believe how busy I've been. If you follow me on tumblr, you might have some clue, but geesh, the hollidays are a busy time. Hopefully I will be gett more time to get back to a regualr writing schedule with this so I can wrap it up like a Christmas present. lol

Anyway, I hope you like this

xoxo Grace

Chapter 32

Dinner was at five o'clock and Blaine had showed up at four-thirty. They practically tripped up the stairs to Kurt's room and barely made it there to begin with before they started attacking each other's lips. Kurt hadn't even given Blaine time to take his shoes and jacket off before dragging him away.

"Mmm, I missed you," Blaine said between sloppy kisses.

"Mmhmm," Kurt answered, pulling Blaine's scarf off and crashing his lips back to his boyfriend's.

"I couldn't stop thinking of you all day."

"Mmhmm." He pushed Blaine's jacket off his shoulders. Blaine's mouth tasted like had just chewed on an Altoid mint before entering the house.

"You wouldn't believe-"

"Blaine!" Kurt interrupted, looking deeply into Blaine's eyes.

"What?"

"Stop talking."

Blaine smiled. "Sorry." Their lips returned to moving against one another in noisy kisses that were just as messy, but neither cared as their feet shuffled together towards the bed.

The back of Kurt's legs hit the side of his bed. He edged backwards on the mattress with his arms and legs, while Blaine crawled above him, his eyes never leaving his boyfriend's diamond orbs. Kurt didn't wait for Blaine to settle himself before he grabbed his face with both hands and forced Blaine's lips back to his.

Blaine lost his balance from Kurt's forcefulness and all of his weight dropped onto Kurt's body. Kurt welcomed the closeness by dragging his hands from Blaine's face to his waist and wrapped his long arms around the trunk of Blaine's waist, keeping him as close as he already was. The slightest of moans escaped Kurt's throat. Blaine took this as encouragement. He slipped his tongue past Kurt's lips and massaged his boyfriend's tongue with his own.

Kurt slipped his hands between their bodies and laced his fingers with Blaine's belt.

Blaine retreated his lips. "W-Wait." Kurt arched his neck up and continued kissing Blaine. Blaine rolled off of Kurt and laid on his side, still resting his hand on Kurt's stomach, but using the other to remove Kurt's hand from his belt buckle. "We should cool down."

"Why?" Kurt asked.

"Dinner will be ready any minute. We don't have time." He leaned over and kissed Kurt's cheek. "Plus, I don't want to get caught by anyone in your family with your pants down and inside my mouth."

"But you promised."

"And believe me, I'll make good on that promise… After dinner." Blaine winked and smirked like torturing Kurt like this was pleasurable to him. He cupped Kurt's neck and jaw line with one hand and leaned in to kiss Kurt slowly. He wanted to continue kissing Kurt, but he was serious about the cooling down part. This kiss was more tender and less filled with heat.

They stayed that way, kissing softly and murmuring little sounds or words here and there, for fifteen minutes before they were called downstairs by Finn.

Dinner was peaceful. The conversations varied from Burt's day at work to all three boys' day at school. Carol paid particular attention to Blaine, asking questions about Dalton, now that Kurt wasn't there. Blaine was charming as ever. He complimented the food and looked not only engaged, but highly interested in what Burt had to say. He talked football with Finn and Burt. By the end of the meal, Kurt was mesmerized by the comfort and charm his boyfriend had with his family. Impressed was an understatement.

Kurt was surprised that he wasn't in a hurry to leave the dinner table by the time the meal was done. In fact, he was so happy watching Blaine work his magic, yet again, on the entire family that he felt physical intimacy could wait. This was intimate enough for now. He loved the way Blaine appeared bashful yet humble when Carol complimented him and excited when Finn included him in talk of the Buckeyes. His smile lit up the room and his eyes glistened with joy. Kurt knew this couldn't have been an act just to please Kurt's family. This was Blaine at his best: happy, lovable, comfortable, and obliging.

Blaine's actions after they went back upstairs only confirmed Kurt's suspicions that he wasn't faking his charm. They walked into Kurt's room and Kurt put on some music. Blaine was one of those people that couldn't help but move some part of his body when music was being played. He slinked over to Kurt and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Dance with me," he softly commanded.

Kurt complied. His arms rested on top of Blaine's shoulders and he gazed lovingly into Blaine's eyes as they swayed slowly back and forth, round and round. Blaine was a very good dancer and knew how to lead well. "You like spending time with my family," Kurt said. It was a statement not meant to be a question.

"Very much."

"Why?"

"Because it's the picture of what a family should be. Parents who love their children. It doesn't matter that Carol isn't your birthmother or that Burt isn't Finn's real dad, but that doesn't matter. Carol raised Finn on her own and Finn turned out great up until now. Burt had no knowledge of what to do with a son who happened to be gay, but worked with what he had and went with it. He loves you and that's clearly evident. Finn treats you like your two have been brothers since birth. You're lucky."

Kurt smiled. "I don't think 'lucky' is something I've been called too much in my life."

"It's true. There are too many families that function horribly and there are some kids that would kill to have what you have with Carol and your dad."

"I know what I have and how special it is. It makes it all the more special that you're a part of it."

"You don't know what it means to me that your family includes me. I really feel at home here."

"It's because you are."

"Wherever you are is where my home is."

Kurt giggled, breaking himself out of their romantic bubble. "That is the corniest thing I've ever heard and that's coming from me." More giggles. "I'm sorry. It was sweet. It just sounded funny."

Blaine's eyes were sparkling while Kurt continued to laugh sweetly. Blaine's soft, smiling face was a distraction by the time Kurt realized Blaine had unbuckled his belt and was now working on unbuttoning his pants. "What are you doing? Kurt asked, his zipper now down.

"Having dessert," he answered before parting his lips and taking Kurt's bottom lip between his own. Blaine tugged at Kurt's shirt, untucking it from his pants, and submerged his hands into the tight fabric.

Kurt inhaled sharply, feeling Blaine's strong hands grasping his ass, which was still covered by boxers. He kept his hands on Blaine's chest, not knowing what to do with them.

Blaine backed Kurt up and steered him toward his bookshelf, making sure he didn't push him up against it, but gently leaning him up against it at the same time. He lifted Kurt's shirt up, but not off and kissed a line all the way down below his navel. He licked, and nipped, and paid close attention to the sensitive parts of his skin because they elicited the most noise from Kurt. Kurt would gasp, or cough some unintelligible word out.

He finally ended up on his knees, spreading out the top of Kurt's pants as best he could before nuzzling his face into Kurt's bulge. The pressure caused Kurt to moan and he only moaned harder when Blaine softly mouthed onto Kurt's cock over his boxers. Blaine took his time, but he finally took Kurt's sizable dick out of his boxers and pumped it slowly, but with a firm grasp while placing wet, soft kisses here and there while looking up at Kurt through his lashes. His hungry sex look was a look that made Kurt weak in the knees.

At last, Kurt was inside Blaine's mouth. Kurt used one hand to hold himself up by holding onto the bookshelf and the other rested on the back of Blaine's neck. He wasn't guiding Blaine; he was involuntarily playing with the curls at the top of his neck. Concentrating on that movement was what was keeping him from coming right at that moment.

Blaine pushed and pulled his head, hollowing out his cheeks and rolling his tongue. He changed speeds and moved his head different ways, anything to make Kurt keep making those noises.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Kurt gasped and his hand squeezed Blaine's hair tightly. He meant to pull Blaine off of him, but he didn't have the capabilities to do so. Blaine only hesitated for a second, but he kept going. He pulled his head back and tongued the tip of Kurt's cock while Kurt found the words to speak. "Who is it?" he asked, trying to sound normal.

"It's me," came the sound of his father's voice from behind his bedroom door.

Kurt glanced down and saw Blaine smiling as he removed his mouth and made to lick a strong line from base to tip. Kurt stopped Blaine's face and pushed him away. "Just a second." He was terrified of being caught by his father, but Blaine apparently thought this was a particularly funny game. He quickly tucked himself into his pants, which was hard because he was still hard. He tucked his shirt back in and hoped that the tight clothing would be more of a help because it would push things down, but that's not the way it worked. Blaine stayed sitting against the bookshelf that Kurt was just leaning up against. His lips were red and swollen and his skin was flushed.

Kurt made it to the door and opened it, carefully placing his groin on the other side of the opened door to hide his bulge. "Sorry. I was just teaching Blaine the proper way to moisturize his face," Kurt lied.

Burt peered around the door and saw Blaine sitting on the floor with his head leaning up against a shelf. He smirked at Burt, trying not to laugh nervously. "From your bookshelf? Your vanity is over there." He pointed.

"Yeah, I was sitting over there. Blaine is-"

"-I'm going to bed early," Burt interrupted. He didn't really feel like listening to whatever on-the-spot lie Kurt could think up, when he knew something else was happening. He didn't know what, but he took into consideration that last time he walked into Kurt's room when Blaine was here, he saw them on top of each other, making out in Kurt's bed. "So, you can have the TV downstairs in the living room."

"Okay. Thanks." Kurt's face was turning different shades of pink and red. He glanced at the clock. "Eight o'clock. You're going to bed really early."

"Long day. Your show on yet?" Burt's voice was full of suspicion.

"No. It'll be on at nine, but I'm sure we can find something to watch."

Burt narrowed his eyes, wondering if Kurt meant something else. He peered around the door again and eyed Blaine. "You two be good. Blaine, it's a school night. Just because you don't live with your parents, doesn't mean you don't have to be well rested for school. I want you out by ten."

"Yes, Sir. Thanks for dinner," Blaine said in his normal, charming voice.

"You're welcome." He turned back to Kurt. "I mean it. Be good."

"Of course. Blaine, come on. Let's go downstairs."

"Aren't you going to finish telling me about the different things you use on your face? You stopped at the oatmeal mask."

"We can finish that some other time," Kurt practically said between his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to get caught and his parents' room was right down the hall.

"Okay," Blaine said and stood up. He walked over to Kurt and laced his fingers with Kurt's, trying not to be phased with Kurt's obvious distaste for the situation.

"Good night, boys."

"Goodnight, Dad."

"Goodnight, Mr. Hummel."

Burt turned and clomped down the hall to his bedroom. Kurt turned his head to Blaine and looked at him wide eyed. "What?" Blaine asked with a smile.

"My dad knocks on the door, hell, anyone knocks on the door, and your first instinct is to continue?"

Blaine's smile went away. "I'm sorry?" The light in his eyes went away and his poor-me puppy dog look took it's place. He really was sorry for making Kurt upset, but he thought he was making Kurt happy at the time. He thought it was a game. He knew Burt wasn't going to come in unless Kurt invited him in. He was disappointed that his instinct was wrong.

"Don't act like your apology means anything, or whatever." Kurt backed up and shut the door. "Seriously, what were you thinking?"

"I do mean it. I'm sorry. Why are you so mad at me? I thought you wanted me to, to blow you." Blaine sounded pitiful. Kurt really was taking this too seriously.

"Not while my father could have walked in!"

"He wasn't going to walk in! Not after the last time. You think that if I actually thought he was going to walk in, I would have kept going? Yeah, having your dad watch me while I suck your dick is right at the top of my bucket list."

"Blaine, shh, lower your voice."

"You shouted at me first."

"Really? You're going with the "I started it" argument? How old are you?"

"Old enough to be able to seduce you into letting me put you in my mouth, but not old enough to know what I'm doing apparently."

"Oh you know what you're doing. You've had practice, remember?"

"What?" Blaine narrowed his eyes. He wasn't sure, but he thought Kurt just called him a whore for being intimate with his previous boyfriend. He clenched his jaw and moved around Kurt, opened his bedroom door, and began rushing down the stairs.

Realizing what he just said, Kurt followed Blaine out. "Blaine, wait! I'm sorry!" He met Blaine at the bottom of the stairs and Blaine was forcing his feet into his shoes.

"Thanks for dinner. Sorry dessert wasn't what you wanted," Blaine spat out.

"Please don't go. I'm sorry."

Blaine looked over at the coat hangers. "Shit, my coat's upstairs."

Kurt bolted upstairs ahead of Blaine and burst into his room. He found Blaine's jacket on the floor and clutched it tightly. Blaine made it into Kurt's room just in time to see Kurt toss it into his closet.

"Kurt, I'm not playing. Can I please have my coat?"

"I don't want you to go. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I don't know why I said it. I over reacted. I'm sorry."

Blaine began walking to the closet, but Kurt jumped in his way and pressed his back against the hard wooden door. "Kurt, please move. I want my jacket."

"No. I'm sorry. Really. I'm so sorry. Don't leave. Stay with me, please."

"And what? Stay and think about the fact that you basically just called me a slut for having a boyfriend before you and sleeping with him? Do you have any idea how awful you just reacted because of me doing something to show you how much I love you?"

"I panicked. I'm so sorry. I over reacted and I know I said all the wrong things. I didn't mean any of them. I know that doesn't change that my words still hurt, but please, Blaine, I love you so much. Please don't leave." Kurt was crying now. He couldn't stop himself from letting the tears run while he was begging for Blaine to stay.

Blaine turned his face away. He couldn't look at Kurt while he was crying. He couldn't look at him while he was this upset. He always felt a pang in his chest at the thought of Kurt hurting, but this time, he was hurt because of himself and if Blaine looked at Kurt, he'd forget that Kurt was only upset because of something he did that hurt Blaine. Blaine should be the one upset, not Kurt.

Kurt lifted his hand tentatively and cupped the side of Blaine's head, running his hand down his hair and neck. Blaine kept his face turned the way it was, but he didn't flinch away from Kurt's touch. Kurt stepped away from the door and slowly stepped toward Blaine, wrapping his other arm around Blaine's shoulders. "Please don't go," he sniffled. "Please don't leave me." Blaine sighed in defeat and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it."

"Just don't ever treat me like that again," Blaine finally answered. "I get it if I did something wrong, but don't do that to me when you're just taking out your feelings on me. It isn't fair and what you said was really mean. You accept Zach for who he is, despite him being with plenty of people, it shouldn't mean anything to you that I had a physical relationship with someone before you because I was safe and inside a caring, monogamus relationship. I don't judge you. I only ask that you do the same for me."

"I know. I'm so sorry, Blaine. I'm so sorry." He was sniffling, but the tears and the crying stopped. "I panicked. I didn't want my dad to find out what we were doing. I don't think you're a, a slut." He gulped. "You're beautiful and wonderful. You're the most amazing person ever and I am so so sorry I treated you like less than that for even a second." Kurt kissed Blaine's neck as he held onto him for dear life. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much."

Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt. His feelings were dissipating, though he couldn't turn all of his hurt off with the flick of a switch. "I won't go. I'll stay."

"So, you forgive me?" Kurt murmured.

"Yes. I forgive you."

"We don't have to go downstairs to watch TV if you don't want to." He said into Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine pulled back some and looked down at his feet. "Thanks, but I'm not really in the mood, right now for, um," Blaine's face squinted, trying to find the right words, "a moisturizing lesson."

Kurt's eyebrow raised. "No! Oh God! I wasn't talking about picking up were we left off. Oh goodness, that would have been cruel. No. I meant, that if you just wanted to stay here and relax in bed for an hour, I'd be okay with that, just cuddle, or something. We didn't have to watch TV."

Blaine looked back up, looking relieved. "Oh good. I didn't know if you were trying to show me that you were okay with what we were doing by going back to that. I mean, I would, if that's what you wanted, but to be honest, I'm not really in the mood right now."

"I know. I killed it. I'm sorry. I'm not really in the mood either. I just wanted to hold you. I mean, I thought you were going to leave me. Now I just want to keep you in my arms."

Blaine looked bewildered. "You thought I was going to leave you? As in, break up with you?"

"Yes."

Blaine pulled Kurt to him again and held him tight. "No. No. Kurt. I only wanted to leave. I needed space. That's all. I knew we'd talk once we cooled down, but breaking up didn't cross my mind once."

"It didn't?"

"No. Kuurrrttt," He dragged out sympathetically. "I love you. I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. Yes, we had a fight. We'll have them from time to time in the course of our relationship, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to be with you." Blaine rubbed Kurt's back. "We just have to acknowledge our feelings and admit when we're wrong or mistaken, and try not to hurt each other in the process." He pulled away and looked Kurt in the eyes. "I think we can do that, don't you?"

Kurt nodded, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "Yes." He paused. "I'm just so sorry I said those things, Blaine."

"I know you're sorry and I know you didn't mean them, but I forgave you and I'll get over it. For now, we'll just go sit on the couch and watch whatever's on TV and we'll see what happens."

"I just feel like I ruined the night."

"You did, but it's okay. Really. The night can only get better."

"You promise?"

"Of course. C'mon." Blaine laced his fingers with Kurt's and started for the stairs, hand in hand.

Forty five minutes later things seemed to be back to normal as far as emotions and comfort ability went. They were lounging on the couch, with Blaine laying comfortably underneath Kurt and Kurt's head resting on his stomach, watching a re-run of True Blood on HBO because the episode of the Bachelorette was boring. Like half of every episode of True Blood, two characters were having sex. Kurt and Blaine were currently watching a girl fellate one of the main male characters.

"Ever notice how when someone is simulating a blow job on TV, it doesn't even come close to looking real?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah," Kurt agreed. "It's weird. Her head is way too high up to even come close to being level with his crotch and she angled her head to make her hair cover the shot, but I doubt anyone can blow a guy when their head is at that angle."

"And she's moving her head up in the direction of that guy's abs instead of out and away. Either she's putting him in pain and really bad at it, or he has a really poorly curved dick."

Kurt giggled. "Right! It's like, how is this supposed to be pleasurable?" Kurt moved his body and mimicked the motion the poor actress on the television screen was doing. He giggled some more. "Ow! How can she keep her neck like that for so long?" More giggles. He looked up, readjusting he body position, ending up on all fours on the couch with his knees between Blaine's legs and hands on either side of Blaine's rib cage. He caught Blaine staring. Blaine wasn't laughing like Kurt was a second ago. Instead, he looked nervous. "What?" Kurt asked.

Blaine blinked a few times. "Nothing. It's just, watching you do that, even pretending to do it… it's really hot." His breathing was short, but deep.

Kurt lowered his eyes, thinking. He wanted to kiss Blaine and possibly do more, but Blaine said, less than an hour ago, that he wasn't in the mood. He didn't want to push him and didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but he also didn't want to be rejected if he did try something. Kurt raised his eyes again and looked at Blaine intently, as if searching for permission. He received it in the form of Blaine slowly moving his head forward slightly. Blaine stopped moving, having gone a couple inches to give Kurt a hint of what he was anticipating.

Kurt moved in the rest of the way, kissing him with parted lips. Blaine's mouth was warm and his lips were smooth. Kurt moved an arm up to rest by Blaine's head, so that his weight was evened out. His body shivered at the feeling of Blaine's fingers at his hips. He didn't immediately know what Blaine was doing because all he felt was the tickling sensation of Blaine's fingers twiddling at the sensitive part of his hips. He quickly found that Blaine was tugging Kurt's shirt free from his pants.

Blaine pulled the shirt free and fanned his fingers out on Kurt's back, stretching them out and feeling as much of Kurt's skin as he could. He started surreptitiously running his hands up and down, adding pressure that caused Kurt to lower his body to Blaine's, flushing their groins and torsos against one another.

Kurt felt Blaine's warm tongue brush against his lip and he opened his mouth, inviting Blaine's tongue again. Blaine followed and slipped his tongue past Kurt's lips into his mouth and touched it to Kurt's. Kurt skimmed his own tongue across Blaine's and a warm sensation was sent straight through his body. His groin tightened and contracted, then started feeling his member start to swell.

For a moment, Blaine forgot that they were on a couch and he rolled Kurt to the side so that he may be more dominant, but ended up rolling them both off the couch and landing on the floor with a thud. The wind was knocked out of Kurt's chest and he gasped for air after eliciting a gentle "oof!" when his back hit the throw rug on the wooden floor.

Blaine chuckled, having landed on top of Kurt. "Oh, Kurt, I am so sorry!"

"You're such a goof!" Kurt smiled and pulled Blaine's face back to his. Couch or floor, he didn't care. The direction they were headed in was fine with him.

Blaine moved so that they were lined up again and kissed Kurt hard. They inhaled through their noses together and their bodies pressed together as their lower abdomen's contracted. He moved his left hand behind Kurt's head so that it wasn't on the hard floor and his right hand was cuffed around Kurt's knee. His hips pushed forward instinctually and contacted with Kurt's bulge in his pants.

"Uhng," Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth. The pressure on his erect cock made his heart thump harder.

Blaine thrust again, this time it was intentional. He released his mouth from Kurt's and looked down at Kurt's innocent face as they moaned together. Kurt could feel Blaine's breath on his neck. It was hot and full of moisture. He continued to thrust, slowly at first, grinding his own bulging erection against Kurt for friction. A ragged moan escaped his lips. "Ahh!"

"Mmnn," Kurt responded. He met every thrust with a roll of his hips, meeting Blaine with every movement. He brought his hand up to Blaine's neck and fastened his fingers in Blaine's curls. Kurt brought Blaine's lips back to his and he wasted no time pushing his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth, swirling it around and licking his pallet. He tasted divine. When he slipped it back into his mouth, he sucked Blaine's tongue when it slid past his lips.

Their stomachs were tightening. They were close. They moaned harder, still trying to stay quiet. Their breaths became rougher. "Uhng," Kurt groaned out, rolling his hips hard. "B-Blaine," He let slip from his mouth.

"Mmnn, K-kurt."

"Ahh! I'm cl-"

"Mmnn! M-m too. Ahh god!

Kurt's hips stuttered and he felt his jeans dampen as he came hard against the tight fabric. Blaine followed with his entire body shuttering for a second and he breathed heavily. "Uh-Ahh!" he groaned. His cock throbbed, pushing out his seed and dampening a spot on his pants.

Blaine went limp on Kurt's chest and Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, their chests moving in sync with one another as they gasped for air.

They stayed like that, in silence on the floor, for a number of minutes. It wasn't until they heard footsteps in the upstairs hallway that they scrambled from the floor back onto the couch and put the throw blanket behind them over their laps to cover their come marks on their pants. Carol walked down shortly.

"Oh, hello, boys!"

"Hi, Mom."

"Hi, Carol!"

"Blaine, sweety, shouldn't you be getting back to Dalton and into bed soon? You have school in the morning too."

"Dad said ten o'clock," Kurt informed.

"It's ten-oh-seven, Kurt."

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Carol!" Blaine exclaimed. "We lost track of time. I'll be going soon."

"No rush, sweetheart. I just want you alert for school."

"Yes, Ma'am." Blaine smiled.

Kurt rolled his eyes. He really lays the charm on thick. I swear this guy and the guy I just dry humped are two different people, Kurt thought.

Carol went into the kitchen for a glass of water and Kurt stood up. "You stay here, I'll get your jacket." Kurt's jeans were black, so his mark was a lot less noticeable than the spot on Blaine's blue jeans. Lucky for Blaine, he came in wearing a pea-coat that would cover the mark.

Kurt kissed Blaine on the lips and ran upstairs. He quickly changed out of those pants, also discarding his drenched boxers and putting on a new pair. He grabbed a pair of black jeans that looked almost exactly like the pair he'd just been wearing and put those on. He went into the closet and picked up Blaine's jacket that he tossed in there earlier. He passed Carol in the hallway. "Goodnight, Mom," he said with a smile.

"Goodnight, Kurt."

He went back downstairs and saw that Blaine hadn't moved. He leaned over the backside of the couch and kissed Blaine's cheek. "The coast is clear."

Blaine smiled and stood up. He took a quick look down at his pants. "Yeah, blow jobs are a lot less messier." He walked around the couch and slipped on his jacket.

"Stop. It was perfect." Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine once more.

Blaine smiled again, fixing the collar on his jacket and let Kurt walk him out to his car.

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