Accidently in love

Chapter Five

Blaine froze at the door step. His jaw opened as he panicked. "What are you doing here?" Blaine asked, narrowing his eyes at them.

The wife and husband smirked, crossing his arms. "Hmm, Where Blaine? Aren't you happy to see us??" Pamela Anderson said, stepping inside.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "No, actually i'm not." Blaine snarled back annoyed, and took Kurt's hand in a tight grasp. "I am staying at my boyfriend's house tonight."

Thomas laughed loudly, finally noticing the people had left and all the mess around the house. "Oh so your still a f*g two months later?" Thomas asked.

Blaine glared at them before pulling Kurt outside and towards his car. "Blaine!! Your drunk, we're walking." Kurt hissed into his ear.

Blaine huffed and walked down the sidewalk, wrapping his arm around Kurt's slim waist while he plays with his ass cheek.

Kurt blushed deeply and giggled. "Oh my god, your so touchy!!" He smiles, turning down towards his street.

When they arrived at Kurt's house, only five minutes later, Blaine threw up on the road groaning slightly. "Fuck." Blaine growled and before launching himself towards Kurt.

Chasing Kurt around their yard was impossibly tiring for Blaine, all his alcohol was running to his head. Kurt climbed up the tree easily, while Blaine happily climbed behind him kissing his ass whenever he had the chance.

Once they both we're settled on the bed, Kurt had only two drinks while Blaine had five drinks. Kurt layed still turning himself to lay on his side away from Blaine.

Blaine slid in behind Kurt and wrapped an arm around his stomach. "Hmm, I love you, Kurt." Blaine mumbled into Kurt's neck before he was sound asleep snoring.

Kurt froze in his spot, his heart picked up speed as the sound of Blaine's sincere voice echoed through his head.

                     That night
Kurt didn't sleep at all, first from Blaine's three words, and second from the constant times he woke up to of Blaine throwing up in his bathroom.

Kurt was sure he was gonna get grounded for life from his father, or he would try and lie in front of him by saying he had the flu and then he would let Blaine sneak out the window.

The next time Blaine woke up, was him sitting up and looking around while he rubbed his eyes and forehead, before accidentally elbowing Kurt in his side. Kurt glared slightly and tugged to pull Blaine back down onto the bed.

Kurt let his fingers wonder down his back slowly. "Hmm, so gorgeous." He whispered, his breathing becoming uneven. He heard a small chuckle and turned to face the porcelain skinned boy.

"Was I alright last night?" Blaine asked worrily. "Please tell me if I did something bad??"

Kurt laughed at his facial expression. "Hm, honey you didn't do much besides throw up, and tell your parents basically off." Kurt shrugged.

Blaine's eyes went wide. "Wait, what? M-my parents? Is this the reason we are here?" He asked cautiously.

Kurt nodded slowly and sighed. "Yeah, pretty much.." Kurt agreed, getting out of the bed, only wearing his boxers and a sweater. "I need a shower."

Blaine nodded smirking and raising his eyebrows. "Yes, baby. Can I join you?" Blaine asked seductively, giving his ass a squeeze. "Cute and spicy."

Kurt squealed and grabbed his hand. "Mr Anderson. May I remind you that we are not dating." Kurt warned, before closing the door infront of his face.

Blaine groaned and fell back onto the bed with a thud. "Oof." He mumbles stretching himself out. What the hell did he do? Was it horrible, Oh god please tell me it was good.

Once they we're both dressed into their jeans and t shirts, they walked downstairs slowly. Where they we're meet with a rather pissed Burt, Caring Carole and an utterly confused Finn.

"Dude, sup man?" Finn said, fist pumping with Blaine and raising his eyebrows suggestivly.

Blaine rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Fuck off Finn." Blaine said to him glaring directly in his eyes.

Kurt hit Blaine's shoulder and scowled him for his language before taking his hand again. "Dad, I want you to meet Blaine Anderson." Kurt smiled softly, they both shook hands.

Blaine pulled his hand back and shook it. Fuck he has a tight grip on hands. "Nice to meet you, sir!!" Blaine nodded sternly and politely.

"You too son." Burt nodded stiffly and turned back towards the kitchen while he reached to sneak a muffin before Carole slapped his hand away, making Burt grunt and sit down.

"Need any help, Carole?" Kurt asked walking towards her burning eggs. "I will cook the eggs, you seem quite busy."

Carole chuckled lightly and smiled at him appreciatedly. "Thank you!" Carole says wiping her hands on the towel and pulls Blaine into a hug. "Welcome. Please enjoy."

Blaine went home later that day around 2 o clock. He walked inside his house and went straight to his bedroom ignoring his parents calling his name.

He sighed frusteratedly into his hands, groaning loudly and sighing. "Fucking hell." Blaine mumbles, he glanced up at the piano in the corner of his room.

He swore two years ago he would never play any of those stupid instronments and honestly Blaine was probably gonna be pissed tomorrow that he did, but he needed to be himself.

He can only handle being somebody your not for so long. He got up shrugging towards the piano and plopping himself down onto the piano bench.

And from their on he played his favorite music, from broadway classics, to old time rock n roll to the fun of singing the latest hits of Katy Perry and Pink.

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A/N

Hello, sorry I haven't updated much this past two weeks. I hope you like the story so far!! Have a good day.

Btw I got to meet Chris Colfer so that was pretty fricken coolio!!

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- Alysha