Pieces of a dragon puzzle - Chapter 10
Title: Pieces of a dragon puzzle
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Klaine, mentioned Niff, Fuinn&Finchel (both according to S2), Britanna, Barole
Spoilers: None
Warnings: cursing/colorful language from time to time, horny teenagers, in some parts mild dub-con, sex (does one even warn for that?)
Word Count: This one's almost 7,000, so far appr. 66,500 in total.
A/N: This is almost it, second-to-last chapter, folks! This one's funny, sexy and sooo incredibly awkward and embarrassing for our boys, especially Kurt. I hope you'll like it!
Summary:
Kurt had really only planned to spy on the Warblers. But instead he was
found out by a creepy Asian, got stuck with a heavy stone which turned
out not be a stone at all and now he had a flying lizard at home who was
at risk of burning down his entire wardrobe with every fiery sneeze.
Dragon!Blaine/Kurt
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So far:
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9
Kurt awoke the next morning to the view of early morning sunlight falling into his room.
He blinked slowly, his gaze drifting to the window. He felt comfortably warmed by Blaine's sleeping body lying half on top of him, his breath tickling Kurt's right shoulder. Kurt leisurely stretched his body, trying to wake up a bit more.
He turned his head, burying his nose in Blaine's curls and inhaled the scent while his hands wandered to Blaine's back to settle on the lines of the retracted wings on his skin. Kurt sighed contently, closing his eyes again and reveling in the intimacy and lazy happiness he felt. His finger slowly traced the ridged lines as he sighed again and shuffled down a bit to get further under the comforter.
Blaine groaned quietly in his sleep as his body was jostled lightly by Kurt's movement. His feet tickled Kurt's calves as he unconsciously moved them into a more comfortable position.
Kurt laid his head back onto the pillow, just staring at his ceiling and watching dust particles dance in the light. The house was still and quiet except for Blaine's light snuffled breathing. He smiled to himself as he remembered last night.
Kurt hadn't thought they'd move from hand jobs to oral so fast. But Blaine had been eager, completely enthusiastic, it had been...indescribable. It had been fantastic. Kurt had never felt such intense pleasure and Blaine's smiling eyes and happy face as Kurt looked down at him was the single best part of the whole experience, and that made everything so much better.
Blaine had even swallowed though Kurt hadn't asked him to (which he never would have done, but still). And though Kurt didn't feel ready yet to let his mouth touch a penis, much less swallow, Blaine hadn't cared, had still wanted to give this to Kurt, even though he knew he'd only receive a hand job in return.
Kurt was so lost in his thoughts he didn't hear the shuffling steps of someone moving down the hall or the knocking on his door. It was only when he saw the door to his room open in the corner of his vision, that his mind started to catch up.
His spine stiffened, his eyes grew big but as he opened his mouth to prevent this from happening it was already too late; his dad stood in the room, still in his pajamas and viewed Kurt and Blaine with pursed lips and a disapproving look.
His dad crossed his arms, his eyes boring into Kurt's.
Kurt slowly closed his mouth again, not knowing what to say.
It was obvious (clear as day, if one might point out) that he and Blaine were in bed together (nothing new there) and naked (very new and quite likely the issue for his dad). There was no use claiming that this had been innocent either. Even if his dad had closed his eyes to the times when Kurt and Blaine had gone to bed suspiciously early or when the shower had run only once, this was different. This was undeniable.
The minutes seemed to tick by as Burt stared at them. Kurt cursed his fair complexion as his skin started to heat up and a blush started glazing his cheeks. He shuffled, a bit uncomfortable now. Blaine grunted, his grip on Kurt tightening.
Burt cleared his throat. His voice was rough.
"Okay, boys. Up. Up right now. We're gonna talk about this. Now. And I don't want either of you getting back to whatever you've done because we need to talk about this. Now." Burt balked as his suggestion really hit him.
"Oh shit" he mumbled to himself, "I should have given them the talk weeks ago. Jesus." His hand hastily wiped across his head.
Kurt couldn't hold in a tiny squawk as he heard his dad mutter the words "the talk". It was going to get even more embarrassing than this. He didn't move and Blaine didn't even lift his head, only buried his nose deeper into Kurt's breastbone and exhaled.
Burt raised an eyebrow.
"Kurt, Blaine. Get up. Now. I mean it."
Kurt bit his lip. "But…you're gonna…see. Can you wait outside?"
His dad snorted. "I already "saw" everything months ago in the shower, Kurt. And no, I'm not gonna wait outside. I don't wanna leave you two alone a minute more until we've talked about this. Now!" Burt stepped forward to the end of the bed, reaching for the duvet, daring Kurt to move already.
"Oh jeez, okay, dad, okay!" Kurt exclaimed, shaking Blaine roughly, trying to get him to get up too, as he extended his left arm hastily to the floor, grabbing for his abandoned pajama pants. Blaine still didn't move one inch, only whined as Kurt's warmth was taken from him as Kurt, completely red, got off the bed and put on his pants as fast as possible.
Burt spared no glance at Kurt, focusing on Blaine. Kurt pulled on his pajama top quietly, not comfortable standing half naked in front of his dad.
"Blaine!" Burt huffed loudly. Nothing.
Kurt couldn't understand how Blaine could be so completely at ease in this situation, still lazily lying in bed completely naked with his dad having caught them and standing in front of the bed, one hand on the sheets.
"Blaine, sweetie, get up…" Kurt mumbled, leaning forward on the bed, stroking one his hands through Blaine's curls. This finally got a reaction out of Blaine. He turned his head towards Kurt, sleepy hazel eyes blinking at him, before a smile slowly brightened Blaine's face.
"Kuuuuuurrrrt!" Blaine slurred much too loud, grabbing at Kurt's biceps, trying to haul him into bed again. Kurt almost lost his balance before he managed to rear back, away from Blaine's grasping fingers. Blaine whined loudly, his feet stomping into the mattress in protest, the sheet sliding down his back with the movement, until only his buttocks were barely covered.
"Kurt!" Blaine huffed, after having given up to get Kurt back into bed, pleading puppy eyes attacking Kurt.
Kurt watched on in shocked amazement. He had always known Blaine seemed to lack the kind of modesty everyone else developed with puberty (except Puck, maybe), but he'd have never imagined in his wildest dreams, that when they were caught by his dad, Blaine would just lie naked in bed, ignore his father completely and even try to initiate more in front of his dad's eyes.
Blaine's behavior didn't make ANY sense.
"Kurt…,Kurt…Kurt!" Blaine mumbled, flapping his hand at him and smiling like a loon.
Kurt glanced at his father, hoping the next heart attack wasn't near.
Burt looked as baffled as Kurt felt. He stared at Blaine like an interesting new specimen, not the boy he had caught in his son's bed. Burt wasn't sure how to repond, as every possible scenario he had painted in his mind for this situation just didn't match with what was now before him.
As neither Burt nor Kurt visibly reacted for a time, Blaine lifted his head from the pillows, squinting at Kurt.
"Kurrrrt…" he moaned and turned onto his back, which resulted in the remaining part of the sheet finally falling down off his body completely. It revealed a nicely engorged cock, standing fully at attention. "Kurt!" Blaine pouted.
Kurt could feel his facial features slipping from his control. He felt incredibly hot, his face burned, but not out of fascination at seeing Blaine's cock. He let out a sound, which sounded like the whine of a wounded animal as he hid his face with his hands, not daring to look at his father.
Burt had squawked the second the sheet had fallen off to reveal assets to him he could have lived without seeing. For a millisecond the talk he'd had with Blaine, what felt like a long time ago came into his mind, about dragons and their mates. He should have expected this. But he hadn't been ready to watch it from the front row.
He hastily grasped the sheet and threw it over Blaine's lower body again, while barking "Blaine!" in a very affronted tone. Burt tried to ignore the tent still in his vision only very sparely hiding the erection from view as he stared sternly at Blaine, who flopped around the bed, spread like a star fish and humming to himself.
Kurt had taken his hands down again and was instead wringing them nervously in front of him, staring at the bump in the sheet. He felt close to tears from humiliation, not understanding Blaine's absolute indifference to having their relationship so plainly on display in front of his FATHER, for god's sake.
"Kurt, what's wrong with him?" his dad suddenly asked him, waving at Blaine, a frown marring his features.
Kurt only swallowed and shrugged.
Burt huffed. "Well, it's obviously not normal. I mean, seriously, that's no way ANY guy would behave if caught like that in bed…" Burt trailed off, watching as Blaine giggled and flopped his head from side to side, tent still going strong. "Seriously, who in the right mind would try to initiate a second round while I'm standing here?" Burt laughed bemusedly.
"Dad…" Kurt groaned, his face still flaming red, hating Blaine right now because of his absolute unhelpfulness.
"Kurt!" Blaine flagged him down. "Come back, it's so nice and warm here and I want moooore…like yesterday!"
Kurt choked on his own spit then, groaning, not knowing how much more embarrassment he could handle.
Burt looked at his son questioningly. "Okay, what's he meanin'? Kurt?" he asked, his amused tone all but having vanished now.
This is all just a bad dream, this is not really happening…Kurt prayed. He really didn't want to know if his inkling idea of what Blaine meant might be true and if it were so, he'd die an embarrassed puddle on the floor.
Kurt flailed.
"I need to phone Wes, I'm not entirely sure." He hastily grabbed for his phone, avoiding his dad's eyes as he fumbled with the phone's lock.
He desperately hoped he could buy himself and Blaine more time.
His dad huffed, but went up to Blaine on the bed, tucked the sheets firmer around him, while Blaine kept smiling stupidly at him, sighing contentedly.
Burt felt Blaine's forehead, but couldn't detect any unusual warmness. "And how 'you feelin', Blaine?"
"Tired." Blaine mumbled, his eyes closed. "And reaaaaaaaallly good…!", the last part of his speech was heavily slurred again.
Burt frowned and looked back at his son who was on the phone, waiting for Wes to answer.
"Kurt, if I didn't know any better, I'd say Blaine's drunk." Burt stared at his son imploringly.
"Dad, I swear to you that he didn't drink last night." Looking into the pleading eyes of his son, Burt was sure of what he already knew; his kid didn't drink, not since that fiasco last year and Burt was pretty sure Kurt would never allow Blaine to get drunk like this either.
"Okay, I believe you, but tell me when you know what's goin' on."
Burt raised one eyebrow imploringly, and Kurt nodded briefly before shooing him out of the room just as the call was finally answered.
The door closed in front of Burt's nose with a clack. Feeling a bit dumbfounded, he went downstairs to store breakfast away so Kurt and Blaine could eat some later.
As he put the strawberries back into the fridge he could hear Kurt shrieking shrilly upstairs.
Boy, he sounded angry.
Whatever that guy was telling him didn't seem to be any good.
Burt had just sat down on the couch, when Kurt hurried down the stairs, putting on a coat.
Burt cocked his head.
"Where're you going?"
Kurt stopped as he fished for his car keys in the bowl on the front door.
"Wes told me Blaine's in fact, drunk. And as long as I don't get him some pine oil, that sleepiness and idiotic behavior won't go away. And of course we have about anything in the house, but no pine oil." Kurt sighed. "So I'm going to the grocery store on a weekend, probably having to wait in line for an hour for some stupid pine oil. Blaine's upstairs, still sleeping."
With that, the door closed and a few moments later Burt could hear the Navigator hum to life and saw his son driving away. Aside from being convinced that Kurt had exaggerated when saying he'd have to wait an hour in line, Burt was puzzled about one fact: How could Blaine be drunk? Wes seemed to have confirmed Burt's inkling, but he had no idea how it could be possible. Had Finn or Kurt stashed away some bottles he didn't know of? Principal Figgin's had promised all parents that there was no alcohol at prom.
Burt pursed his lips. Finn wasn't home and he sure as hell knew Kurt would never fess up. So, his best bet was to interrogate a drunk Blaine right now to find out where his kids had the alcohol hidden away. Blaine was bad at lying and Burt could imagine he'd be even worse at it when he was drunk out of his mind.
So Burt sat up and walked upstairs to Kurt's room, where he could hear Blaine snoring loudly now.
Kurt was fuming. He had been standing in line for 20 minutes already, bottle of pine oil clutched tightly in his right hand.
As he had predicted, the line on a Saturday was hell. The cashier was a bored teenager, popping blue gum every few seconds, the sound grating on Kurt's nerves. In front of him were at least five old people with loaded carts, hands shaking as they sat a single item onto the checkout, before slowly turning back to the cart, taking the next item out and setting it down. Rinse and repeat.
Behind him a baby screeched into his ear, the mother trying to sooth her but nothing seemed to work. He hadn't had time for his morning routine, he felt underdressed as he had dressed in a panic before rushing to the supermarket, his bangs flopped into his eyes as he had had no time for styling either.
His stomach rumbled. Kurt sighed and shuffled his feet. A perfect morning had turned into a really nasty day.
He looked down at the bottle, making sure it was the right oil, because Mcqueen help, he didn't want to have to return home with the wrong kind of oil.
Kurt looked at his phone - Time: 1 pm. He sighed, willing the line to move faster.
He gnawed at his lip, hoping Blaine stayed in bed and his dad didn't go up to his room. He didn't want to think about what Blaine might say in his present condition.
As the teenager popped his gum once more, Kurt cursed him, the old people moving too slow, the baby attacking his ears, his situation, the oil, his dad walking in on them and Blaine's incapability to swallow sperm without getting drunk.
Because apparently, as Wes had so wisely informed him, human sperm was the equivalent of vodka for dragons. They couldn't get drunk from any normal alcoholic beverages, no, but they evidently only had to swallow a minimum amount of sperm to get plastered. And additionally, they wouldn't only be drunk (which would wear off within a day, no worries, Wes had said) but they also would behave like sleeping beauty. The sperm would slow down their entire metabolism so much, they could sleep days and days before having digested it. And the only way to shorten this time span was for them to drink a cup of freaking pine oil (why oil, pray tell, Wes couldn't explain. It just was.).
And of course Blaine had swallowed Kurt's release last night. All of it. He had even licked away the remains on his softening cock until Kurt had hissed because of oversensitivity.
So Blaine was drunk like a sailor. Lying in Kurt's bed, unsupervised, sleeping it off. And while Blaine was a very honest person all the time, Kurt feared what Blaine might tell his dad if he asked Blaine anything in this state. His stomach was in knots as he took a step forward, the elderly man at the front finally having packed up all his purchases and the old woman shuffled forward to put one item after the other into her bags.
Burt quietly knocked not expecting an answer - judging by the snores - and carefully pushed the door open.
Not much had changed since earlier that morning. Blaine was still lying naked in bed, the sheets still covering him but not as tight around him anymore, snoring and leaving a trail of saliva on Kurt's pillow. Only Blaine's clothes, which had lain on the floor in front of Blaine had transformed into a neat pile on the dresser.
Burt walked forward, coming to a stop in front of the bed as he gently shook Blaine by the shoulder, not wanting to scare him but willing him to wake up.
"Whu-?" Blaine mumbled, turning his head to Burt's side, his eyes blearily looking up. They kept drooping and Blaine laid his head down again, his eyes only half open.
Burt crouched down in front of him.
"Hi kiddo." He said.
Blaine smiled crookedly. "Hiiii…" He slurred, his eyes dropping closed.
Burt shook him a bit again. "Hey, no goin' to sleep there kid, not yet."
Blaine whined but opened his eyes a bit again.
"But I'm sooo tired." He pouted, his puppy dog eyes having no effect on Burt. He was on a mission.
"I know and I promise you can sleep as long as you like, without anyone interrupting you, if you just answer me one tiny question."
Blaine frowned. "Okay."
Burt waited a few moments, trying to formulate it correctly when Blaine's stare drifted off and his eyes became unfocused again.
Burt cleared his throat and Blaine jerked, his eyes open again.
"Where'd you get the alcohol? The stuff that made you drunk... Where did Kurt hide it?"
Blaine stared at him for a moment, looking confused, before giggling and blushing, putting his hand in front of his mouth like a little school girl.
Burt frowned.
"You're really asking this?" Blaine laughed.
Burt nodded, looking sternly at the dragon in his son's bed. "So?" He questioned.
Blaine blushed again (jeez, what was up with this kid? No reaction if you see him naked and aroused but ask him where they got the alcohol and he blushes like virgin bride), taking a few minutes to compose himself before answering. "From Kurt…from Kurt's….cock."
Burt was sure he had misheard. "What?" he asked confused.
Blaine licked his lips, taking a moment to answer, shortly looking up at Burt as if wanting to make sure he had to repeat.
"Kurt's cock. I sucked him off last night and swallowed his cum." Blaine giggled again, hiccupping the while. "And it tasted reeeeaaaally good. I wanted to do it again, but when you came in this morning trying to get us to eat breakfast, I wasn't allowed." Blaine pouted, pursing his lips and sullenly staring down at the pillow.
Burt's brain was frozen. He would have given anything to have misheard again but thanks to Blaine's clarification there was no way Burt could have dreamed this.
Blaine sighed when Burt didn't move, and he turned around, shuffled back under the sheets and closed his eyes again. "Night Burt."
Burt whispered "Night kid" before slowly standing up and walking out of the room.
So much for the talk. He was already light years too late. And he had never wanted to know this much about his son's sex life. Never.
Oh God.
Kurt came home to his father sitting on the couch, his face ashen, posture rigid.
He immediately dropped everything, careful not to damage the oil bottle and went up to him.
"Dad?" he asked, concerned. "What is it? What happened? Are you not feeling well?"
His dad looked him in the eyes, lips pressed together.
Kurt didn't know what had happened but the look in his dad's eyes was scary. It was a look Kurt had never wished to see directed at him. It was the look his father had worn last year when he had kicked Finn out of the house after the decorating fiasco.
His dad finally sighed and rubbed his eyes, then looked up again at his son.
"I talked to Blaine. About his drunken state." He stated.
Kurt gulped. Oh no, this was what he had feared. "Oh…" he exhaled. "And…and what did he say?" Kurt tried to sound nonchalant, but his breath hitched a bit and his voice was much too high already to have his dad believe that Kurt hadn't got a clue.
Burt frowned at him. "I think you know very well what he might have said. And he didn't lie to me, he told me the whole truth." Burt sighed, cradling his head in his hands.
Kurt stood frozen, his heart beating faster and faster in his chest. He opened his mouth to say something but his dad had seen and held up his hand. "No. Let me talk first. Don't say anything right now."
And finally the look in his dad's eyes made sense. His father was disappointed in him. Kurt felt tears well up in his eyes, tried to hold them at bay.
Burt startled a bit as he saw Kurt's misty eyes.
"Oh, no don't cry, Kurt. It's happened already and it's something I never wanted to know. It's not any of my business what you two do behind closed doors. I've given Blaine and you my word and it stands as long as you two never do anything the both of you haven't consented to. But…Kurt? You should have known better. I never talked to Blaine about any of this safe sex thing yet and I'm pretty sure Carole never did either, but…you? I thought you knew enough. Knew enough not to risk anything and while I don't believe any of you has…something, I don't really approve of this. I don't."
Burt's face was grim.
Kurt rubbed at his face. He was embarrassed. His dad had said everything without directly using the words.
He sniffed. "I'm so so sorry dad. I…didn't think."
Burt huffed. "Yeah, you didn't and that's the problem."
Kurt bit his lip. "But Blaine's not…some boy I've met. He's been with us since the day he hatched and I really don't think he has any diseases. And I don't have any either."
Burt sighed.
"Kurt, that doesn't matter. I don't want you two doing this stuff without protection. It's not only about STD's and even though you knew what that meant? Blaine probably didn't. He didn't even have the choice to choose if he wanted to trust you that much and that he had other options. Seriously, Kurt."
Burt shook his head.
Kurt felt like crying. His dad was right. He had been the one responsible, not Blaine, and Blaine couldn't even have known and he had just taken his choice from him. The tears finally fell down his cheeks, as he didn't try to hold them in anymore. Kurt just stood in front of his dad and cried quietly.
Burt watched his son sadly. He hadn't wanted to make Kurt cry but he needed him to know that what he had done hadn't been okay. Kurt should have known enough about protection to make sure both of them were safe. Burt had stashed all those pamphlets he had gotten from the clinic the second he had seen Kurt and Blaine kissing away into his bedside drawer, but he had waited too long. He should have come to them immediately and not waited and watched on as they fumbled around in the house, all the while thinking (hoping) that they wouldn't move so fast. Burt had botched it up in his own way.
"Kurt, listen to me. I want you to try to stop crying. What's done is done. We can't change that now and thankfully I don't think anything really bad happened. You'll calm yourself, then give Blaine this…oil?" Burt raised his eyebrows, as Kurt nodded. "And then both of you will come downstairs, back here. And then we'll talk. About everything - and especially protection. I wanna make sure you know everything and Blaine knows everything. So you two are equally responsible and neither of you can make decisions over the other's head. Got it?"
Kurt swallowed and nodded at his dad while drying his tears with a handkerchief. "Sure." He whispered, then went to grab the pine oil and a spoon to go upstairs to Blaine.
Finn was unsure of what to do. He watched the scene in front of him, trying to be real quiet and not have them notice him.
Aside from his immanent confusion at everything, he watched as Burt was talking to Blaine and Kurt, sitting on the couch opposite, both of them beet red and shifting uncomfortably while Finn could have sworn Burt had just said the word "anal".
But that couldn't be, right? His eyes drifted to the dresser next to him in the hallway. Finn could smell the strange scent of pine wafting through the hall, coming from the bottle of oil standing on it.
Yeah, he didn't understand anything right now.
Finn had come home from Mike's, where all the guys had had a really cool video game marathon to end prom, only to step into his house and be confronted with this strange view. He wasn't even sure whether he should make himself be known or if he should just wait till they were done with whatever they were doing and then slam the front door again and act as if he just came in.
"…I got you a few already from the clinic, so here they are. Use them." Finn heard Burt say as Burt set down various shiny foil packets onto the coffee table with a crinkling sound and shoved them towards Blaine and Kurt, who had leaned backwards, staring at the objects -
...which were totally condoms.
Finn's eyes bulged. Oh shit. Burt had just given Kurt and Blaine condoms to "use them". Oh Shit!
He heard a shrill shriek and a bang and a rattle, then a cracking sound.
Burt, Blaine and Kurt all whipped their heads into the direction of Finn, staring at him wide eyed as Finn stared back, the broken oil bottle in front of him leaking onto the floor.
Oh, that had been him. With the shriek and so.
Kurt groaned when he saw Finn standing in the hallway and Blaine blushed some more, looking at the floor while trying to collect the condoms into the front pocket of his hoodie without drawing unneeded attention to himself.
Burt coughed. "Uh, hi Finn. You're back early. I thought you wanted to stay a bit longer?"
Finn gaped.
"Uh…yeaaaah. I want to, but…uh. We kinda wrecked a chinese plate or something and Mike's parents were really pissed, so we all had to go." Finn looked at Kurt. He was glaring at Finn. "So, what's for dinner?"
Burt smiled, Blaine shuffled, Kurt still glared.
"Not yet decided." Burt said. "How about you an' me get those takeout flyers and have a look? It's already late so I don't think we'll manage to cook something before your mom's home."
"Sure!" Finn blurted. He awkwardly went into the living room, as Kurt hastily passed by Finn to go upstairs, Blaine following with his hands holding the bulging pocket of condoms. Finn stared at the pocket until it had vanished with Blaine.
Burt cleared his throat, looking sharply at Finn who finally closed his gaping mouth. He hadn't even realized it had fallen open.
"So? Let's go into the kitchen and have a look." Burt gestured to the fridge, where all takeout flyers were pinned.
"But don't they need lube too and stuff?" Finn asked.
Burt startled and the look Finn received reminded him again, that he sometimes blurted things out he really shouldn't have. That was one of them.
"Right, pizza." Finn said.
Burt hated the awkwardness in the air at dinner. Carole had come home right in time for the pizza guy to arrive, so they were able to all eat together for once. His wife kept throwing him confused glances as to why Finn kept looking at the ceiling or gave a tiny squeak of shock any time Blaine or Kurt said something.
Finn's reactions caused Kurt's face to tint red again and Kurt, would ask Finn if he was okay or needed more water. Blaine was oblivious or had already forgotten that as a teenage boy he was supposed to be embarrassed a bit longer over what had happened.
Burt chewed slowly, kept glancing at his son and Blaine. He couldn't imagine them having sex, he tried to catch something, anything which he could see and what would show him that Blaine and Kurt indeed were doing the deed. But he knew one couldn't see such things and if he was really honest with himself, he also knew that it wasn't so much that he couldn't imagine them doing it rather than Burt didn't want to imagine it.
Christ, it was his son for fuck's sake. His son.
Kurt, who Burt had held when he'd just been born, a tiny bundle of red and wrinkled skin, screaming his lungs out. As a father he didn't want his kid to have sex. Ever.
Or only when he was old enough to have kids. Burt gulped.
Nothing helped to stop the squirming feeling in his stomach, not even the pizza.
Kurt was having sex. Burt felt enraged. Kurt was having sex with Blaine. And that was the problem. Any other guy and Burt would have gotten out his old shotgun or borrowed the flamethrower from Charlie. But it was Blaine. And somehow, the anger Burt really wanted to hold, always dissipated when he thought of Blaine with Kurt.
Because it was Blaine and not some random snobby kid from school or god knows where.
It was the boy (dragon?) who had lived his whole short life with them. The boy who was almost like a third son to Burt. He had seen him the first day when he had still had the mind of a mildly intelligent cat, he had seen him grow and learn. Had seen how utterly dependent Blaine was on Kurt, how he seemed to live for Kurt. Burt knew exactly what made Blaine happy, what could anger him, what he was scared of. He'd seen Blaine go through the rough patches, been there for him as best he could, had helped him and seen him cry. He knew Blaine.
And Burt also knew that he was a good boy, a boy Burt could only have wished for to be Kurt's boyfriend.
He didn't only hold the responsibility to protect his son, but also Blaine. He lived under his roof, hell he was part of the family. And that's what made it so difficult for him; he cared for both of them, Blaine also mattered, the same way Kurt did, but they were having sex now and it was still so, so difficult for him to accept.
He hadn't told them this because it wouldn't change anything, and might actually create problems where none had been. So he had held his tongue on this one and tried to be sure neither Kurt or Blaine did anything stupid. At least not anymore.
Burt glanced at Finn, and Finn once again choked on his food when Blaine had asked Carole to pass the salt.
Yeah, Burt didn't look forward to having the talk with Finn one day, when it came to it, because Carole had told him only a few weeks ago, that no matter how she had tried to explain it to Finn, he had always forgotten at the end of the day.
So this seemed to call for some graphic pamphlets to ensure Finn didn't forget and yeah, Burt so wasn't looking forward to that.
"Kurt?"
The tentative edge in Blaine's voice made Kurt look down at his boyfriend, who was lying on his chest, both of them snuggled together on Kurt's bed while watching some mindless TV (in that particular case, reruns of America's Next Top Model).
"Yeah?"
Blaine was quiet for a moment. Kurt could see how he was trying to formulate something as Blaine licked his lips.
"Why has your dad given us…condoms?"
Big hazel eyes bore into his while Kurt could feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
Blaine shuffled a bit on top of Kurt, clearing his throat. "I mean...we're not that far yet, really not and I just don't get it."
Kurt looked at Blaine for a moment more, the confusion and embarrassment clearly showing in Blaine's face. Kurt bit the inside of his cheek, glancing sideways at the damn pamphlets his dad had given them, which had been tossed onto the night stand after they had read them together. The condoms had been stacked into the deepest, farthest, darkest recesses of his nightstand drawer.
The pamphlets had covered all the technicalities, most of which Kurt HAD done research for, though unwillingly, on the internet before as they had progressed more each week.
Still, those condoms were…quite ambitious of his dad to have given them. But Kurt really hadn't wanted to correct his dad on his assumption and tell him even more details about the "progress" in their sex life. No thanks.
Kurt sighed.
"Maybe…because he thinks it could happen sometime. And I mean, it might -" Kurt blushed, biting his tongue " - not that it will happen anytime soon, I mean, we're not ready for it, but it could happen. If we got carried away or…. He just wants us to be safe. I think it's more of a precaution than any actual preparation. We're teenagers after all, Blaine, anything could happen."
He tried to smile reassuringly at Blaine, pretty sure it was coming off more as a grimace, but still trying to seem confident as Blaine now sported a frown.
Blaine rolled down next to him, his body suddenly tense."But…if that did happen…" Blaine trailed off uncomfortably, squirming as he looked down at the duvet and picked at it with his fingers.
Kurt raised his left eyebrow. He was uncomfortable talking about sex sometimes, but Blaine seemed even shyer than him, even after having had Kurt's dick in his mouth. Surely it couldn't have been so difficult to now talk about it, could it?
"Yeah…?" Kurt prompted when Blaine was still picking at the fabric after a while. Kurt could feel the awkwardness in the room rising. And to say he had thought they had crossed this point in their relationship - how wrong he had been.
Blaine gave a huff, plopping his head down on the bed, looking at Kurt through his eyelashes. He mumbled into the mattress. "Does this mean you'd be okay with this? Us mating and all…? Because I don't want to get my hopes up to have them crushed and we haven't even talked about any of this."
Now Kurt was confused.
"What do you mean, mating? We've never talked about that and what exactly does it have to do with us…being together? I thought that mating was a process that doesn't just happen, ; it has to be initiated by both parties? At least that's what Wes told me in his oh so cryptic explanation…" Kurt trailed off, frowning at how Blaine now looked kind of crestfallen. His face had morphed from silent hope to disappointed sadness.
"Blaine? What is it? What did I say?" Kurt reached out a hand to cradle the side of Blaine's face. Blaine sighed as he fell into that touch and closed his eyes.
"I suppose that's Wes for you. I...can't have that kind of sex with you, without initiating the process. It's, uhm…it happens then. I'd lose control and automatically try to form the bond. And if you wouldn't consent I couldn't stop either way then and I really, really don't want that to happen. So I want you to be sure."
Blaine looked up at Kurt with such sad eyes that Kurt suppressed his first reaction of shuffling back from Blaine and withdrawing his hand. His hand twitched a bit on Blaine's jaw but Kurt didn't pull back and as Blaine's hands cradled his hand, he relaxed again.
"Oh. So….okay. Wow…" Kurt exhaled and swallowed. "So this actually means if we ever went all the way, we'd really go all the way with no turning back." He said more to himself than to Blaine to make sure he had really understood. He felt Blaine nod slowly.
"But we really don't have to, Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed quietly. "I don't wanna pressure you. I want you to be happy." He whispered.
TV now all but forgotten, Kurt watched the play of emotion on Blaine's face. It was clear Blaine loved him and Kurt loved him back, but mating…was like marriage. Only there wasn't a divorce option. Kurt felt too young and not ready for that yet. While he knew Blaine wished for him to say yes Kurt would have lied to himself and Blaine if he told him he was ready. And Kurt didn't lie to Blaine. He didn't.
He pressed his lips together before shuffling up into a sitting position, back against the headboard. He opened his arms wide. "Come here."
Blaine pushed up slowly and crawled into the embrace, Kurt's arms immediately engulfing Blaine's body and holding on tight. He pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips, locking eyes with Blaine.
"You know that I love you." Kurt smiled. Blaine hummed, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he smiled. "But I…I really don't think I'm ready for this yet. Mating, I mean. It's probably the biggest decision we could ever make and…we're still so, so young. People our age normally don't marry, and mating is so much more than marriage." Blaine's eyes had watered, even though he had already been sure of Kurt's answer. It still hurt. Kurt smiled sadly and pressed another kiss to Blaine's lips.
"None of that, please, sweetie. I just…I want it to be special, when I do say yes. And there's no if, only the question of when. I want to say it when I know of everything it entails and when I'm so sure that I can't live without it anymore, when I'm sure it'll make us equally happy…"
Kurt trailed off, quietly wiping away an escaping tear with his thumb, from Blaine's face.
"And…" Kurt whispered, "it'll be the happiest moment of our life. That's what I want. Not only for me, but for both of us. Not an uninformed decision we made too hastily. And I'm only saying this because that's what I wish for, while I know we're both still so young. But I swear to you, one day I will say yes. Just…not today and not tomorrow."
Kurt crushed Blaine against him then, holding him even tighter as Blaine muffled his sniffles in Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt felt bad for Blaine, knowing Blaine was more than ready, but he didn't want to ruin this for Blaine by lying to him and turning the mating into a disaster. Because it was so much more than just sex and Kurt maybe felt ready for the physical step, he really didn't think he could handle the prospect of being bound yet. It felt like something adults did and as much as Kurt wanted to be completely grown up - he didn't need that aspect of adult life just yet. With Blaine here in his arms he felt just fine.
Or maybe he didn't know what he was missing?
....tbc