Burt tapped his finger against the table and pursed out his top lip. “All I’m trying to say, is that I don’t need to hear the sounds that I heard coming from my son and his fiancé’s mouths, while they got it on upstairs, I’m pretty sure Carole doesn’t either.” he told him, taking his baseball cap off for a second to run his hand over his bald head then put it back on. “I don’t care if it’s been a while since you two have been intimate with each other, there’s a time and place where you can do that, but not while you’re in my home.”
Blaine blushed dark red, he swore they’d been loud but Kurt said it was fine. Clearly it wasn’t as quiet as his fiance had swore. “Well, yeah, no you’re not going to have to worry about it anymore while we’re here.” he rambled quickly, now unable to even focus on Burt anymore since he was glaring at Kurt, trying to burn holes in the back of his head, just for being as blunt as he was. “I can promise that, you only need so many grand children up and running around the house” he caught himself and started blushing once again. He really needed to just shut up. “I’m going to go help Kurt now” he excused himself from the table, silently cursing himself for opening his mouth.
Kurt shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I mean, I can go do that, or at least try to.” he said, getting up from the chair and pressing one more kiss to Blaine’s cheek before he walked away and headed over to where the girls were with Carole. Burt cleared his throat, leaning against the back of the chair. “You both know about the rules that I have set for the two of you. Why do you have to break them?”
Blaine gave Kurt a look when he seen him getting up from the table by himself. There was no use in rushing to get up with him since Burt clearly had something to say to him. His hand moved to the back of his neck while he looked up to his soon-to-be father-in-law. “Well I, you know-” there wasn’t any reason he had to beat around the bush, they had Melody and Emmy. “It was the first real moment we’ve had alone together since the twins were born. So we went for it, it’s not like we plan to have sex” as soon as the word left his mouth he was covering it. “I don’t mean to come off as rude, I’m just saying, it happened once. We’ve still got to plan our wedding so there’s no margin to do it again.”
Kurt looked up at Blaine and gave him a soft smile, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Love you.” he murmured, leaning his head down onto his shoulder and linking his arm around Blaine’s, looking over at his dad then glancing over at Carole. “Last time we checked, Emmy was asleep and Melody was playing with some toys,” she answered, looking over at Blaine.
"Love you too" Blaine replied with a small smile. He leaned back in his chair as if he was going to be able to see the girls in the other room, when clearly Carole had set them up so they weren’t bothered. "Do you want to tell them goodnight, or at least Melody so she’ll get the idea it’s time for her to go to bed?" he asked Kurt, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Burt cleared his throat, folding his hands down on top of the table. “Actually, Kurt learned how to cook most of the things he knows how to make from his mom before she passed.” he said, keeping his eyes fixed on Blaine. “But, yes. He is an excellent baker, I’ll give him that.” Kurt smiled softly and rested his head down on top of Blaine’s, wrapping his arm over his shoulders.
Blaine nodded awkwardly, not meaning to cause any trouble. “I must say, she was an excellent cook” he said softly, pressing his nose against Kurt’s cheek before kissing it. “One of the many reasons I love him actually” he smiled, looking down at the remainder of his food. He cleared his throat, trying to rid the lump that had formed in the back off it. “Are the girls already down for the night?”
Kurt could actually feel the states being drawn on himself and Blaine, he knew that talking about what they did upstairs, but it’s also not like Carole and his dad already knew that they did these things. He hummed softly around his fork and scooping some more food into his mouth, nodding his agreement with Blaine. “Yeah, it’s really good.” he said, eating more of what was on his plate.
Blaine didn’t argue it, and was happy that Kurt actually had went with what he’d thrown at him. “I’m taking a wild guess this where Kurt got his little cooking streak.” he gushed trying to hide his smile when he looked up to Kurt. His hand lowered and looked up to Carole with a half smile, hoping it was working for both her and Burt. “Though when it comes to baking that’s all Kurt, which I’m looking forward to with this wedding” he rambled, resting his head to Kurt’s shoulder.
Kurt clucked his tongue, looking up at Blaine and letting out a small laugh. “What? It’s not like they don’t know that we have sex, honestly, Melody and Emmy weren’t made out of the blue, you know.” he told him, sitting himself upright and began to pick at his food.
Blaine rested his hand to his head, trying to hide his face as he started digging into his food, hoping they wouldn’t have to talk about this any longer. Though now he was avoiding both Carole and Burt’s glares so things were slightly awkward. “This tastes really good” he mumbled, looking up at Kurt through his eyelashes in hopes he was going to go with it.
Kurt looked over at Blaine and his father for a mere second before realizing they were avoiding eye contact with each other, for obvious reasons, of course. “Carole is always the sweetest.” he said, leaning over and resting his head against Blaine’s shoulder. “If I wasn’t this hungry then I probably would’ve suggested round two.”
Blaine moved awkwardly at the table. “Well, that’s not real news, she’s always been sweet” he said softly. His eyes widened slightly when he heard Kurt kind of blow their whole cover, what little bit of a cover they still had. “Kurt” he whined looking back towards him. It was like he could feel Burt’s eyes burning holes into the back of his head.
Kurt looked over at Blaine and shook his head. “No, we can go downstairs and eat together.” he said, reaching over to take his hand and press a kiss to his cheek. “Come on, I’m ready to get some food into me.” he told him before pulling him down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Blaine stretched once he was downstairs. As soon as his eyes landed on Burt he was avoiding complete eye contact. He slid over to the table where there was food already sitting out for the both of them. “You know Carole is too sweet since she decided to leave food for the both of us, lord only knew when we’d be downstairs” he chuckled.
"I don’t feel like getting dressed, though." he mumbled, sitting up and letting his feet fall off the bed. He got up, walking over to their bag and pulling out clean boxers for the both of them, handing one over to Blaine. He put them on along with his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair. "I wonder what they made."
Blaine hummed, looking up at him while he was cleaning up a little bit. “I’m not sure, it smells good whatever they’ve made.” Once he had on his boxers he went to the bag, pulling on a shirt as well. “Do you want me to go downstairs and bring us something up so we can lounge in bed and eat?” he asked with a bit of pout, knowing that meant he had to get dressed the rest of the way.