#future!klaine

Craft day:

“Do we need more glue?”

Blaine scratched at his head before grimacing as he realized his hands were covered in glue. now his hair was also covered in glue. The stuff was everywhere. “No, I don’t think that’s it.” He scanned the directions while he wiped at his head. “If we add more glue, things could get worse.”

His eight year old son Michael huffed a sigh and poked at the goopy substance in the bowl. “What about more glitter?”

Blaine shook his head slowly as he tried to make sense of the mess they had made. “Oh god no. No more glitter.”

It looked as though a glitter bomb had exploded in their kitchen. There was glitter on everything: the floor, the cabinets, them. Glitter had even somehow ascended to the top of the fridge and landed amongst the mousetraps they stored up there. It was quite a mess.

Michael blew the dark curls he inherited from his father out of his eyes and glitter puffed out and slowly and floated down. “Did we put enough activator in?” He spread his fingers and purple glittery glue gunk made strings across them. “I don’t think it’s supposed to be so sticky.”

Blaine made a noise of agreement before he realized two of the pages were stuck together. Carefully, he peeled them apart and saw they had missed a step.

“Okay, kiddo. I figured it out. Grab that spatula and stir until you think your arms are gonna fall off.”

Michael did as his father told him and stirred, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth. “What do I do if my arms do fall off?”

“Use some of the glue and stick them back on. I’m going to clean up a bit before—“

“What did you two do to my kitchen!” Kurt exclaimed as he clutched his face in horror. He stood in the doorway, his keys and a brown paper bag in one hand. “Did you blow up a disco ball?”

Blaine winced. “Oh, hey honey.” He gave his husband his most charming smile. He cleaned faster. “You’re home early!”

A little giggle came from their six year old daughter who had spent the morning with Kurt. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she took in the mess. “Mikey looks like the shiny troll from that movie!” She set down a matching brown paper bag and skipped over to the counter where her brother was stirring vigorously. “I want to do it too!”

Kurt set his bag down quickly beside his daughter’s and gingerly picked his way through the disaster zone. “Tracy! Wait! At least change your clothes first!” He sighed and accepted a kiss on the cheek from his husband. She was already elbow deep in the concoction and chuckling maniacally.

“Don’t worry, Kurt,” Blaine said brightly. “I’m going to have all this cleaned up before dinner. How did it go making candles?”

Kurt leaned tiredly on the counter, then remembered it was covered in slime and stood upright. “We actually had fun until Tracy decided things were too calm. She decided she didn’t want a normal cat shaped candle, but she wanted a headless cat shaped candle that would bleed when she burned it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Blaine mumbled as he picked out some sparkley glue from his arm hair. “Has she been watching Wednesday again?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and grabbed a dish towel. After wetting it, he began to carefully wipe the glue off of Blaine’s arm. “I don’t know but I’m having a hell of a time encouraging her to express her creativity while also not making the other children around her cry.”

Blaine thanked him for the glue and eyed the room with another grimace. “It’s a precarious dance for sure. You do a wonderful job.”

Kurt smiled and kissed him just as their children screamed in triumph.

“Dad! Papa! Look! We made slime!” Michael held up a blob of purple goo studded with glitter.

“Can I eat it?” Tracy asked as she squeezed some through her fingers.

“No!” Blaine yelled in alarm at the same time Kurt yelled, “Absolutely not! Don’t you dare put that in your mouth!”

Tracy glared at them for ruining her fun, but then got distracted by the shiny slime. Michael gave her a very brotherly look that said he considered her only a step above an animal.

“Why are you so weird?”

“Am not! You’re weird!”

“You’re the one trying to eat slime!”

“I just asked! I wasn’t gonna do it!”

Kurt took a deep breath and released it as Blaine continued to clean the kitchen. “Kids! Enough!” Kurt interjected, hands on his hips. “Mikey, don’t call your sister weird. Tracy, don’t ever eat anything unless you know it’s food. I will not have fighting on craft day!”

Blaine nodded solemnly in silent support as he scrubbed at a dried pile of goop. He accidentally upset a pile of glitter that puffed out in a cloud and caused him to sneeze.

Michael shrugged and continued to stretch the slime out and whirl it like a jump rope between his hands. Tracy stared down at the small bit in her hand. “I wasn’t gonna eat it,” she grumbled.

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to stay calm. “Alright. Help me and Papa clean up the kitchen and we will all go out for pizza. Deal?”

This was met with cheers of agreement from the two children who took wet paper towels offered to them by Kurt and set to work wiping up glitter. Kurt smiled at how determined they were and grabbed the broom and dustpan.

“Thank you,” Blaine said with a grateful smile.

“You’re welcome,” Kurt replied as he started sweeping. “But buckle up because next craft day is painting and Tracy had me take her by the cemetery for ‘inspiration’.”

“Of course she did. But it’s fine because in the Hummel-Anderson house, we support weird.”

“Absolutely.”

*words used from the scramble:

Candles (pretty sure this is the unscrambled word but shhh don’t tell lol)

scan (scanned)

land (landed)

ascend (ascended)

clean

dances (dance)

It’s a few days later. Blaine and Kurt are comfortably sharing the sofa, both doing work quietly, well Blaine is doing some work quietly as he tries to ignore Kurt’s socked foot that keeps inching slowly up his leg. The kids aren’t home. Sam took Sophie, her new boyfriend Luke, and Oliver out to do touristy things to show Luke the city. Sam promised to keep them away all day, and Kurt has been flirty since they closed the door behind them. “Kurt,” Blaine warns slowly, with no threat to his voice. “I’m trying to work.” “Then keep working, don’t let me distract you,” Kurt teases moving closer to Blaine to start kissing at his neck. “I need to get this done,” Blaine stutters out, trying to keep back a moan when Kurt hits the spot that drives him mad. “Don’t make me beg, Blaine” Kurt whispers against his skin. “I’m not, I’m honestly trying to work,” Blaine laughs. “It’s been so long that it probably won’t take that long,” Kurt reasons. “Is that supposed to turn me on?” Blaine teases but stops short when he can’t help let out a wounded strangled sound as Kurt shoves him down onto his back and shuts him up with a kiss. Blaine finally gives in and sets his work aside, not bothering to remove his lips from Kurt to watch where he places the papers and pencil. Blaine both hates and loves that Kurt can make him feel like a teenager in love with one kiss. He knows they should move their make-out session to somewhere more appropriate than their living room couch, but he also likes how young making out on the sofa makes him feel. “Papa! Dad!” Blaine hears his kids shout once Kurt finally gets his shirt off. They scramble to make themselves decent as he hears them run into the living yelling about the television. Blaine can’t help the shameful look on his face when they stop short and give him a disgusted look. “Sam! You promised me all day,” Kurt hisses at Sam who is not even polite enough to hide his amusement. “Sorry bro, but this is urgent, you need to turn on channel 22” Sam explains. Kurt reaches for the remote to turn on the television as Blaine tries to smooth out his shirt. They watch quietly as the story unfolds before them, all Blaine’s brain process is they found her, identified her, and she is in critical care. His ears are ringing. “I made a call back to the chief and had the new photos and documents you gave me faxed over. The chief then made a call to the station who found Riley and they were able to identify her. They haven’t made the arrest yet, but he’s hopeful with this new information,” Luke says hesitantly. He stays frozen in his seat, his eyes glued to the television. “It’s her?” “Yeah, Dad, it’s her,” Sophie says putting a hand on his shoulder. Kurt doesn’t say a word as he gets up, grabbing his phone and moving into the same room. “I left a voicemail to the station requesting they call me back on my personal number to give me details in her condition,” Luke says, “I can’t make promises that they will allow me to have that information, but I’m hoping since we gave them information they may share their information with us.” “We’re going to bring her home, right Dad?” Oliver asks, eyes wide and wet. Blaine can’t say anything. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen. He sighs in relief when Kurt comes marching back into the living room. “Blaine, why are you still sitting here? You need to pack,” Kurt berates before turning to his attention to Sam. “Sam, can we leave you in charge for a couple of days?” “Sure, however long you need” He answers without hesitation and Kurt begins to shuffle around the living room looking for papers they may need. “Papa, no we want to be there,” Oliver begs. “No, you need to stay here,” Kurt answers, leaving no room for argument. “What about Luke and me? We can help,” Sophie asks. “Luke has connections, and I can read all the medical jargon for you.” “Wait why does she get to go, and I don’t?” Oliver cuts ins. “I never said she was going, Sophie, you stay here. The fewer people, the better,” Kurt explains to them. “Blaine, we need to get going, what are you doing?” Blaine still hasn’t processed what exactly is happening. He knows he’s just sitting there looking stupid. Kurt calmly sits next to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “One of us needs to book a flight and call a cab while the other packs,” Kurt says slowly, asking Blaine which he would like to do. “You pack, I’ll book the flight,” He decides after taking a deep breath calming himself down.

When they get to the hospital, they are denied any information and are told they are not able to see her. Kurt immediately began calling their lawyer trying to get her to fax the paperwork they need to have custody of her again, even if it’s just temporary custody, while Blaine tries everything to convince the nurse to let them back; she doesn’t once hesitate or budge on her answer. They have no choice but to sit and wait. They take turns waiting by the reception desk for an answer, but Blaine is losing hope on getting any answer to their questions. Blaine takes a deep breath and chances a glance at Kurt, who had been reassuring the whole trip. He finally notices in all the hours they have been waiting Kurt hasn’t said anything. The first reaction Blaine has is to worry more, but he sees the way Kurt’s leg is bouncing and how he is picking at his nails. He just knows Kurt is trying to fight off his weird rituals he takes on when he gets stressed over something he can’t control. Blaine can’t do much, so he grabs Kurt’s hand and gives it a tight squeeze. “Am I too bouncy?” Kurt asks shyly, looking as insecure and unsure as he had when Blaine first met him. “No, I just needed some grounding” Blaine explains. “This is the worst,” Kurt says in a strangled voice, “What if she-?” Kurt’s cuts off shaking his head. “She’s not. They would have told us,” Blaine says doing the best to pull Kurt closer to him despite the armrest in-between them. “Look, I know sitting in a hospital just waiting isn’t helping your stress, maybe you should go check us into the hotel, take a shower, have a nap and bring back some dinner and coffee?” “No, I couldn’t leave you or her, I’m fine,” Kurt says doing his best to stay composed. “I’ll call you as soon as they tell me something,” Blaine promises. “I want to say,” Kurt’s voice is small, barely above a whisper, but Blaine doesn’t push. He gives his head a quick kiss. It’s little over another half an hour of pacing and waiting and worrying when two officers approach them and offer to escort them back to see Riley. “It’s not like that last time,” one officer specifies. “She seems not to have any fight left within her. We are not sure if she is just sick and weak or if she has removed herself from this world.” “We just want to warn you that she may not respond to you,” the other clarifies. They quietly head into the room and find her asleep. Riley isn’t as skinny as she once was, but she is thinner than when she left them. The left side of her face seems to hold a lot of damage; it’s multi-colored and swollen. Her neck has a red ring around it that is also bruised and swollen. Her nails are covered in dirt and blood. Blaine freezes at the sight of her, Kurt swallows hard and moves to her side, placing the beloved stuffed rabbit, they retrieved from the foster family, under her arm. “Ask the nurse for soap and a cloth to wash her off,” Kurt demands in a calm voice that almost frightens Blaine. “Kurt, we should let her sleep,” Blaine says quietly. He knows Kurt only reacts like this to keep himself busy, so he doesn’t have to feel the pain, but they were also instructed to leave her be. “She is covered in mud and filth. She needs to be clean.” Kurt bites. Blaine sighs and finds himself unable to argue further. He slowly makes his way to the nurse’s station, glancing back to see Kurt fussing with the sheets and blanket. The nurse is older with a warm smile and soft eyes. He wishes he had the energy to smile back, but he just tiredly repeats Kurt’s request. She reassures him that she will be right in with the water and a cloth to wash off if he doesn’t mind waiting in the room for her. He makes his way back in the room and takes the empty seat in the corner of the room. “You’re just going to sit there?” Kurt asks, probably harsher than he intends. “What would you like me to do?” Blaine tiredly asks. “Call the kids? Email the lawyer? There is plenty of stuff that needs to be done, Blaine,” Kurt answers. “No, I’m going to sit right here so that way when she wakes up she knows I’m here,” Blaine states, no argument in his voice. “So, I have to do everything?” Kurt complains hands on his hips. “No, you can sit here with me,” Blaine answers calmly. There’s a beat, and that’s when Kurt breaks. Blaine’s not sure why Kurt does this to himself, but he expected it. “I’m sorry,” Kurt whispers, hugging himself. “Sit with me,” Blaine requests. Kurt nods and moves the other chair in the room to the area Blaine in sitting in. It doesn’t take long for the nurse to arrive with the water and cloth, along with two water bottles she hands to them. “I’m nurse Anne,” She introduces herself, “now, I understand you are working on temporary custody?” “Um our lawyer is in the process of handling the paperwork,” Kurt clarifies. “Once we receive everything, I will have the doctor come in and go over all the details with you, for now, would one of you like to help?” She asks, holding the wet rag in Kurt’s direction with a knowing smile. Kurt nods and takes the rag and water and begins to gently clean off the dirt, while Nurse Anne starts to check her temperature. “Will she be okay?” Blaine asks quietly. “It’s too soon to tell,” she answers honestly, “but we are doing everything we can to help her.” Blaine observes her reaction to the thermometer, she frowns and hums writing something in a chart before turning her attention towards Kurt. “When you’re done you can just leave the cloth and water by the sink, someone will be in the collect it later,” she instructs before turning and leaving. Kurt keeps working slowly, the water turning darker and darker each time he dunks the cloth in and rings it out. “I should have never let them take her,” Kurt says in a broken voice after a while. “Kurt,” Blaine warns not to go down this road. “I didn’t know what else to do,” Kurt sounds so defeated, it doesn’t help the pain in Blaine’s heart. “We weren’t given an option,” Blaine tries to reason. “I should have fought harder and found an option,” Kurt’s breath hitches and his voice sounds wet. “It’s my fault she’s back in this place, that she is hurt all over again.” “That’s not true,” Blaine says softly but sure. “You did everything you could, if we didn’t follow their rules we would have been in a lot more trouble, they could have taken Oliver from us. You were looking out for your family.” Blaine watches carefully as Kurt hugs himself and starts to crumble. “Besides, all that matters now is we found her, and we can help her get better,” Blaine tries his best to reassure Kurt, but he isn’t sure if he believes his own words. “I’m going to get some air,” Kurt states walking out of room suddenly. Blaine knows it’s his way of saying he needs a moment to compose himself. It doesn’t take long for the silence to begin to effect Blaine’s nerves. He needs something filling it. He moves over to sit next to her and holds her hand lightly. He hums the first few bars of her favorite song before even realizing what he’s doing. He sings softly, his voice crackly slightly from the emotion. “I know this is going to be hard for you,” Blaine whispers after he is done singing. “I know you’ll have trouble trusting again and readjusting, but I won’t give up on you. Okay? You just need to get better, and we can take you home for good. No one will take you away this time.” Blaine must have made too much noise because his words cut off when he notices her blinking her eyes open. At first, she stares up at the ceiling. She stares so long that Blaine wonders if she is awake, but she eventually turns her head to look at who is holding her hand and talking to her. “Hey, Angel,” Blaine smiles holding back tears. She doesn’t react, just stares. There is no fear like there was before, there is nothing behind the looks she gives Blaine. It’s as if she is looking right through him rather than at him. Blaine knows she is probably heavily medicated, but it seems like she has given up and it hurts so much more than he was ready for. “I’m here,” he tries, “I’m here, you’re okay.” She doesn’t change the way she looks. She doesn’t move. All Blaine can think to do is repeat his words over and over until she falls back to sleep.

“Okay, so we have an active sex life,” Blaine admits as Sam’s tone makes it clear he won’t be fooled. “And yes, I’d say we… satisfy each other…”

Kurt huffs. “Understatement.”

“…but why does that mean we can help you?” Blaine finishes.

“Well, you see, there’s this…”

“Girl?” Kurt helps when Sam struggles.

“Uh…”

“Boy?” Blaine sputters.

“Hah, I knew it!”

“No! I’d say she’s a… woman. She’s… older… You know, than me,” Sam says slowly.

“How much older?” Kurt asks.

“A few years.” Sam shrugs. “Or, you know. 19.”

“She’s 44?”

“43!” Sam corrects Blaine with a poke on his shoulder. “I’m not 25 yet!”

“You know, your panic over turning 25 is completely irrational,” Kurt tells him, his designs now completely forgotten.

“Says the guy who wouldn’t even allow us to throw a party for him because ‘I am NOT celebrating being closer to 50 than 0′.,” Sam throws back with a high voice to imitate Kurt.

Blaine chuckles. Kurt narrows his eyes at him.

“That’s not what we’re discussing. We’re discussing you having a 43 year old girlfriend,” he says.

“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s more like a companion,” Sam says. “A very hot companion with hips that can do this rolling thing that…”

“Okay, whoa, so you’re having sex with her!” Blaine cuts him off. “Good for you, so why do you need our help?”

“She says I have sex like I just want to have sex,” Sam says. “Like, there’s no emotion involved.”

“Is there?” Kurt asks.

“I don’t think so. She keeps calling me a boy toy and we don’t really talk beyond deciding on a position…”

“Oh my.”

“…but she says I should express something beyond lust because it’s better that way. And I haven’t loved anyone the way you love each other so sex has always been just sex and nothing like I imagine it’s like when you have sex. Because you’re like soulmates.”

Kurt blinks, frowning a little. “I am going to ignore the implication that you imagine us having sex. I still don’t quite see how we can help you.”

“Well, I was wondering if you guys would teach me. How to show emotion,” Sam says.

There’s a few second silence. “You want us to give you a power point presentation or something?” Blaine finally asks.

“No, I was hoping you’d show me.”

“What, like have sex in front of you?”

“No! Just… the stuff leading up to it, how you touch, how you… communicate. Everything with clothes on,” Sam explains.

“And what, you’d take notes?” Kurt asks.

“Uh… I kinda… figured it’d be a hands on presentation. If you know what I mean.”

Kurt’s mind goes to the bottle of wine in the fridge. “You want us to act out what we do before sex… with you?”

“Yes. But if it’s okay with you, I think I’d rather do it with Blaine.”

“…I’m hurt.”

“No, no, don’t be, you’re a great looking guy and all but I think Blaine would be more my type. If I were to fall for a dude, you know? I think it’d be easier for me to pretend it’s real with him. You can observe, though, if you want,” Sam says.

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this,” Kurt replies. “Blaine, honey? Wanna help your best friend?”

“Huh?” Blaine, red as a cherry, shakes his head and blinks. “Oh! Uh… Sure?”

“Great! Hold on a moment, though.” Quickly as he can, Kurt goes to the fridge and takes out the wine. He pours himself a generous glass before sitting back down, crossing his legs. “Go on.”

“What, now?” Blaine sputters.

“You don’t have look so flustered, it’s just make-belief. Just imagine he’s me.”

“You’re not blonde!”

“And you’re an actor. You act you’re in love with someone else on regular basis. This is no different.”

“Of course it is!”

“How?”

“Because he’s had a crush on me,” Sam cuts into the banter. Kurt chokes on his sip of wine while Blaine, if possible, blushes even more. “What? I thought you share everything.”

“We usually do,” Kurt says, his eyes on Blaine.

“So you’ve told him you’ve had a crush on me, too?”

“What?!”

Kurt’s waves his hand dismissively. “It wasn’t a crush. It was a… interest. A brief one. And don’t look at me like that,” he says to Blaine. “He was cute, I was lonely, and I thought he was gay. You always knew he was straight.”

“I was lonely, too,” Blaine mumbles. “And straight or not, who wouldn’t think he’s cute?”

“Aww, thanks, dude!”

“Well, since we can easily agree that he’s rather good looking, this shouldn’t be too hard now should it?” Kurt says, leaning back on his chair. “Think of it as an acting exercise.”

“So who am I supposed to be?” Blaine asks Sam. “You or the woman?”

“Her name is Elise. You can be her. Or me. I don’t know. Just tell me what to do,” Sam requests, rather eager. Kurt grins into his glass as Blaine clears his throat and scoots a little closer to his friend.

“Okay, well… Uh… We usually start kind of spontaneously. We cuddle while watching TV and Kurt puts his hand on my knee…” Sam puts his hand on Blaine’s knee as if following instructions. “…and… uh… I sort of tickle Kurt behind the ear…”

Seeing Blaine’s fingers touch the same spot behind Sam’s ear that is his own weak spot makes Kurt’s body react in a way that makes him widget on his seat. He goes to fill his glass as an excuse to move and turns around just when Sam’s hand starts moving on Blaine’s thigh.

“…right, yeah, and… I… move to the neck…”

“Just touching?”

“A touch of fingertips can be very sexy,” Kurt comments, unable to keep quiet. “Sorry,” he says when both Blaine and Sam turn to him. “Keep going.”

“He’s right,” Blaine agrees. “Does she tickle easily?”

“Uh… I don’t know, I usually only touch her…”

“Okay, okay, yeah. Anyway, Kurt likes it when I pull his hair a little.”

“And he likes it when I run my fingers up and down his back,” Kurt says, his head tilted a little to the side.

“Under or over the shirt?”

“Both. You don’t get to go under, though,” Kurt warns Sam. He sips his wine again.

“At this point we’re still usually watching TV,” Blaine says.

“Really? Still?”

“There are times when we just jump into action. But you wanted a lesson on how to slowly build up to it, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah. But aren’t you even a little hard by now?” Sam asks.

“That’s half the fun,” Kurt says. “Massage his scalp, Blaine.”

“Massage my…? Oh…! Oh, okay. Wow.”

“Right?”

“And what do you do now, Kurt?”

“I move back to his thigh. Just… higher. But that’s off limits to you.”

“Right… right, of course. So that’s when you start…?”

“Well, no, he likes to tease,” Blaine says when Sam doesn’t finish. His fingers have moved to massage the back of his friend’s neck. “Until I’m more than a little hard.”

“And Blaine sort of massages his way all the way down to my…”

“…ass?”

“Yes,” Kurt breathes out, feeling heat in his gut as he watches Blaine’s hand go down and down on Sam’s back, stopping before he would with Kurt. Swallowing air, Kurt tries compose himself. “Sorry… I feel like I sort of became the director.”

“No, this is great! I can use all of this!” Sam exclaims, delighted. “I bet you’re not watching TV anymore, though.”

“You’re right, by this point we’re face to face,” Blaine says.

“And take the clothes off?” Sam guesses.

“Or we make out. For a long time,” Kurt answers.

“With your clothes on?”

“Okay, Sam, what you really have to learn is that sex has more to it than being naked,” Kurt says. “Explore each other. Horizontally. Go on!” he urges.

“Is Blaine usually on top?” Sam asks as he lies down on, Blaine following.

“Not always. We switch,” Kurt says.

“Depends on the mood,” Blaine adds.

“And you explore? Don’t you know everything about each other already?”

“That’s not the point. Show him, Blaine. And Sam, you pretend he’s her. Do what feels natural. But remember the boundaries.”

It’d be more heated, Kurt knows, had he been where Sam is now. There would be kissing, too, a lot of it. But watching Blaine act out what he’d do to Kurt, no matter how innocently, makes Kurt’s skin form goosebumps and he quickly downs the last of his second glass of wine.

Sam’s making progress, he observes, though his moves are different from Kurt’s. Kurt wonders if he should try some of them. Blaine does seem to rather enjoy the way Sam makes a mess out of his hair.

They’re at the point when clothes would finally start coming off when Kurt coughs out: “I think you got it.” Blaine gets up slowly, helping Sam up, too. To their credit, they look more comfortable than Kurt.

Kurt discomfort, though, has a little to do with jealousy.

“Did that help any?” Blaine asks.

“Yeah! I think so. Thanks so much for agreeing to this, you guys are the best!”

“Anything for a good friend,” Kurt smiles. “Could you do me a little favor, now?”

“Name it.”

“Could you get us some Chinese or something? I’ll pay.”

“You know what? Chinese sounds awesome. I’ll get us some ice cream, too. Gotta pay back for all the ice cream I ate while I lived here,” Sam says, getting up. “I won’t be long!”

“Take your time!” Kurt says just as the door closes.

“Didn’t we have Chinese a few dayooomppssh…!”

Blaine’s sentence is cut off as Kurt all but dives in to kiss him, knocking him back on the couch. He doesn’t even bother to take off his husband’s shirt as he goes straight for his belt, tucking it off with urgency.

“Really?” Blaine gasps, while busy with the button of Kurt’s jeans.

“Oh yeah.”

“What if he comes back before we’re done?”

“He doesn’t have a key, he’ll just have to wait. Though I think this will be quick and easy.”

“After the lesson on emotion we just gave?”

“Shut your face and do me,” Kurt almost growls and it’s rough and eager and messy and nothing like they just taught Sam sex could be like.