The Case of the Kidnapped Kurt (part the thirty-third)
They both overslept the next day, and ended up having to rush about to make it to school on time. Kurt had said he’d start the car, and Blaine wasn’t a guy to get fussed about his boyfriend driving him, so before Blaine left the house, he took the extra minute and ducked into the kitchen to say goodbye (and hello) to his mother.
“Sleep well?” his mother asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Very,” Blaine said unthinkingly. “I mean-yes. I slept well.” His mother was clearly amused at the way Blaine was tripping all over himself, but at least she was doing him the courtesy of not actually laughing. “Actually, Mom, I wanted to ask-not that I don’t love sleeping with Kurt-
I mean, thats not what I-not that we’re-um. Can I start again?”
His mothers eyes were sparkling with suppressed laughter. “Please, do,” she said.
Blaine sighed. “Kurt-he has trouble sleeping in strange places. And I really do want him to spend more time here, so you all can really get to know him, and its not like Mr. Hummel’s ever going to let me spend the night no matter how surprisingly okay he is with my making out with his son and”
“Blaine,” his mother interrupted. “Breathe.” Blaine took a deep breath. His mother pursed her lips a little in a considering fashion. “Take some photos of his bedroom and send them to me. Ill have his room here set up similarly.” She looked at Blaine. “I assume that was the question you were trying to ask, dear?”
“Yeah,” Blaine said slowly. Man, first Kurt and now his mother: was there no one Blaine loved who couldn’t practically read his mind? Its not like he could hide things from his father either. Emma. Emma couldn’t, but she was seven. That probably didn’t count.
His mother nodded decisively. “Then it’s settled,” she said, turning back to her newspaper. “Have a good day at school, dear. Oh, and you can go to glee club today, which I’m sure you’ll be glad of; your father will be too busy this afternoon to go over things with you.”
Melissa smiled as her son gave her a quick half-hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Mom,” Blaine said. “I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Now go; you’re going to be late for school.”
“Sleep well?” his mother asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Very,” Blaine said unthinkingly. “I mean-yes. I slept well.” His mother was clearly amused at the way Blaine was tripping all over himself, but at least she was doing him the courtesy of not actually laughing. “Actually, Mom, I wanted to ask-not that I don’t love sleeping with Kurt-
I mean, thats not what I-not that we’re-um. Can I start again?”
His mothers eyes were sparkling with suppressed laughter. “Please, do,” she said.
Blaine sighed. “Kurt-he has trouble sleeping in strange places. And I really do want him to spend more time here, so you all can really get to know him, and its not like Mr. Hummel’s ever going to let me spend the night no matter how surprisingly okay he is with my making out with his son and”
“Blaine,” his mother interrupted. “Breathe.” Blaine took a deep breath. His mother pursed her lips a little in a considering fashion. “Take some photos of his bedroom and send them to me. Ill have his room here set up similarly.” She looked at Blaine. “I assume that was the question you were trying to ask, dear?”
“Yeah,” Blaine said slowly. Man, first Kurt and now his mother: was there no one Blaine loved who couldn’t practically read his mind? Its not like he could hide things from his father either. Emma. Emma couldn’t, but she was seven. That probably didn’t count.
His mother nodded decisively. “Then it’s settled,” she said, turning back to her newspaper. “Have a good day at school, dear. Oh, and you can go to glee club today, which I’m sure you’ll be glad of; your father will be too busy this afternoon to go over things with you.”
Melissa smiled as her son gave her a quick half-hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Mom,” Blaine said. “I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Now go; you’re going to be late for school.”