boys, boys, boys

f o u r

This one is a little short, but I wanted to post it. I've been falling behind on my other fanfictions, so I need to work on them, but this fic is one of my favorites to write, so here's a chapter.

Next chapter will have Sebastian in it.

Hope you enjoy the chapter! - Quinn

4

They managed to make it back to Blaine's house without getting pulled over by the cops, which was lucky since Kurt had still refused to leave Blaine's lap or remove his arms from around his boyfriend's neck. Blaine had gripped the steering wheel tightly the whole time, his breathing unsteady as Kurt placed open mouthed kisses all over Blaine's throat and jaw. Blaine willed himself not to get hard at the feeling of Kurt straddling his waist and sloppily kissing him. The milkshakes were left forgotten in the cup holders.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Blaine pushed Kurt away from his neck and held him there firmly by his shoulders. Kurt let out a whining noise and tried to move forward again, but Blaine was stronger than him. He pouted. "I wanna kiss you, Blainey! Let me kiss you!" Kurt was nearly throwing a fit.

To quiet him, Blaine put the straw back in his mouth. Kurt glared at him while he drank the milkshake, his weakness. Smirking, Blaine placed a kiss on the tip of Kurt's little nose before turning off the car and opening the door. He stepped out with Kurt cradled in his arms. When he locked the car, he made his way to the front door and opened it, reveling in the feeling of the warm air inside.

He carried Kurt over to the couch, placing him there. Kurt whined and tried to grab Blaine back. Blaine quickly avoided his hands. He had to call Kurt's dad or Mr. Hummel would freak out, and Blaine didn't want a pissed father on his hands. He couldn't call Mr. Hummel with a drunk Kurt nearby who could talk any moment. If Mr. Hummel found out his son was drunk under Blaine's watch, Blaine would be lucky if he lived to see the next day.

But when he looked at Kurt, seeing the tears in his eyes and his hands opening and closing, asking for Blaine to come and hold him, Blaine just couldn't say no. Sighing, he joined Kurt on the couch and the small boy instantly curled up on his chest, his eyes closed and a content smile on his face. Blaine slowly stroked Kurt's hair while pulling out his phone and scrolling to Mr. Hummel's number. "Make sure you stay quiet, Kurt, okay?"

"My name is Kurtie, Blainey!"

"Fine, Kurtie." Blaine moved his hand down to Kurt's waist, squeezing it softly. "Just be quiet, okay?"

Kurt nodded against Blaine's chest. "You're warm, Blainey."

Blaine shushed him as he pushed the button and the phone began to ring. It rang three times before it was answered. "Blaine?" asked Mr. Hummel.

"Yeah, it's me." Blaine answered, nervous. Kurt's dad could be a really scary dude.

"I thought you would have Kurt back by now. It's 10:30 at night."

"I know, Mr. Hummel. I was going to bring him back. But Kurt's sick." At least this wasn't a total lie.

"Kurt's sick?"

"Yeah, he..." Blaine paused as Kurt slid off his lap and stumbled towards the kitchen. He tried to gesture with his hands for Kurt to come back, but Kurt only giggled and disappeared. Blaine frowned. He really wasn't comfortable with a drunk Kurt going around his house unsupervised.

"Blaine?"

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Hummel." Blaine turned his attention back to the task at hand. "Yeah, I think it must have been the burger he ate."