“No, of course not,” Kurt snapped, hands shaking as he tried to insert the key into the ignition. After a few attempts he succeeded. The car roared to life.

“I’m not sure I believe you.”

Kurt didn’t look at him—he was sure Blaine was giving him that adorable puppy face he couldn’t resist, and Kurt didn’t want to not be angry because of that stupid, stupid face.

“Well that’s your fucking problem.”

He heard Blaine’s slight intake of breath, but all the fucks he gave were currently falling from the sky, along with a host of flying pigs. Kurt rarely cursed, so he was pretty sure that Blaine was really, really starting to get the point. They drove to Kurt’s house in absolute silence. Part of Kurt was thrilled at what Blaine had done, but a substantially bigger part of him was absolutely pissed off.

45 minutes ago…

They’d been at Blaine’s locker like usual after school, when Azimio had come up and started talking his usual bullshit about them being ass bandits, or whatever he thought was cleverest at the time. Now that Blaine had transferred and they were an out gay couple…things hadn’t really gotten better. The Bullywhips had died along with Santana’s ambitions to be prom queen. Although the glee guys beat down anyone they saw trying to mess with them, Kurt and Blaine couldn’t always be surrounded by a security detail, and one of the football players managed always managed to find them alone a few times a week.

If Kurt hadn’t been slushied this morning (while wearing his favorite McQueen sweater, which was a stunning shade of ivory, mind you), and if that hadn’t caused him to have an apoplectic fit in the bathroom after, maybe Blaine wouldn’t have come to his defense like a damsel in distress when Azimio got in his afternoon round of insults and shoved Kurt against the lockers.

“That is it,” Blaine muttered as he walked away.

“Blaine don’t,” Kurt had said. But Blaine wasn’t listening. He balled his fists and ran after Azimio. He grabbed him by the back of the jacket and shoved him against a locker. Hard. The sound made everyone around them stop and stare.

“I have had enough!” Blaine said sharply.

Instead of getting angry, Azimio had just laughed. “Yeah, well what are you going to do about it?”

Kurt had watched in horror, all kinds of terrible thoughts running through his head.

Blaine had just smiled, a joyless smile that had taken Kurt by surprise and let go of the letterman jacket. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

“You ain’t shit, hobbit.”

“I may be shorter than you, but I have something you don’t have.”

“Yeah, and what’s that?” Azimio was clearly amused by the whole situation.

“A father with a lot of influence, a lot of business holdings, and a lot of powerful friends. And, if you haven’t been paying attention, which I’m sure you haven’t because you’re an idiot, my father is your father’s boss. You work part time at the mall, don’t you? Well who in the hell do you think owns it? My dad’s kind of tired of this shit, and all I’d have to do is drop a name at the dinner table.”

Azimio’s eyes had widened. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“What the fuck indeed,” Blaine had replied, eyes narrowed. “If you ever say anything to me or my boyfriend ever again, if you so much as think about touching either one of us, I will ruin you.”

Blaine was serious, and everyone watching had known it. Except for Kurt, who knew that all of Blaine’s parent’s money came from the fact that his mother was an heiress and his father a very successful trial lawyer. The point was that everyone knew Blaine’s parents were rich, which gave the whole performance an air of authenticity. Kurt knew that he was just a pretty damn good actor.

Azimio’s face had lost a lot of its color, and Blaine pressed his finger into the jock’s chest hard enough to bruise.

“Don’t you ever touch what’s mine again. Got it?”

Azimio nodded and skulked away, head down.

The hallway was deadly silent as Blaine returned to his locker, slammed it shut, backed Kurt against it, and kissed him hard on the lips. Kurt was a little insulted at being manhandled so publicly, at being kissed like this when he was more than a little pissed off, but Blaine kissed so thoroughly that Kurt couldn’t help but respond.

The hallway erupted with whispers as everyone stared at them.

“Let’s go to practice, baby,” Blaine had said, picking up both of their bags and dragging a stunned Kurt behind him into the choir room.

Kurt had almost been willing to convince his angry side to shut the hell up, that what Blaine had done was a grand gesture that he should appreciate until Puck had walked in. All he’d wanted to do was help. Kurt could keep that in mind and not lose his temper.

“Hey baby, what’s up? Looks like you don’t need me to protect you anymore, princess.” He laughed and fist bumped Blaine, who returned the gesture, looking pretty pleased with himself.

As everyone else ambled into the choir room, Puck treated them to an exaggerated version of events in which Blaine was a complete badass who protected Kurt’s sweet porcelain ass. There was entirely too much ass in Puck’s explanation for Kurt to handle. The other guys had high fived Blaine, while the girls had shot looks of jealous longing in his direction. It was just too much.

“Screw you, Noah!” Kurt had screamed. “Screw all of you.” He’d glared at them, all of them except for Blaine. He couldn’t even stand to look at him right now.

Rachel would later tell him that she was proud of how magnificently he had stormed out, leaving everyone with their mouths open. He heard Blaine calling after him, heard his footsteps running to catch up, but he wasn’t going to turn around unless Patti LuPone was telling him she wanted to do a duet. Even then he might turn around only to tell her to fuck off, because he was kind of having a shitty day, thank you very much.

Blaine’s tentative voice snapped him out of his angry reminiscing.

“Could you…slow down a little? As much as I hate you being mad at me, and am willing to do whatever it takes to get you to stop, I kind of don’t want to die for it.”

Kurt narrowed his eyes as he glanced at the speedometer. He was going 60 miles per hour on a residential street. They were practically in a school zone. Damn Blaine for being right. That just pissed Kurt off even more. Without saying anything, he slowed down to 5 miles over the speed limit.

Fuck the police. Fuck everyone and everything. Just. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Kurt wanted to roll down the windows and scream it until he lost his voice. But then no, because sectionals were coming up and he really wanted a competition solo. There was no way in hell he was graduating without beating Rachel Berry for a solo because he lost his voice over a silly screaming fit because his boyfriend was a complete and total idiot.

As soon as they pulled into the drive way Kurt practically leapt out of the car and stormed into the house. Blaine appeared moments later with their bags, looking a little scared. It served him right. Kurt felt no pity.

“Kurt, you forgot to lock the car,” he reminded.

Kurt spun on his heel, opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and thrust the keys into Blaine’s hands.

“I will be upstairs,” he said tightly, teeth clenched together.

Blaine went back outside and Kurt went into his bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror.

Calm down. Just. Calm. Down.

He heard the door shut and lock downstairs. Blaine’s footsteps sounded lightly on the stairs . His door clicked as it open and shut. Blaine’s shadow fell across the doorway.

“Can we talk about this, Kurt?”

Kurt looked at him. “Yes. But not now. I’m pretty pissed off right now.”

“I know,” Blaine said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it bothered you that much. In fact…I thought you kind of liked my little nicknames for you. And…I did what I did because I love you. I actually kind of thought you’d like it.” Blaine sounded a little hurt.

Kurt pushed past Blaine and flopped down on his bed. It dipped a little as Blaine crawled in next to him. Kurt forced himself to face Blaine’s direction, but he didn’t look at him. The only reason he was even talking to him was because he loved Blaine so much, and he didn’t want this to become a problem.

“Yeah, Blaine, part of me is kind of impressed, but I’m actually a little hurt by what you did.”

“I can see that, and …I don’t understand why.”

“Do you have any idea what people are thinking about me right now?” Kurt struggled to keep the tears from forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Since when do you care what everyone else thinks? All I know is that I don’t want to ever make you feel like this again. I won’t know how if I don’t know why. So just…please, please tell me what’s going on.”

Kurt knew he was right, and he was starting to feel sad more than he was angry. If he was being honest, he was never really that angry at Blaine to begin with. He was mad at the world for all of its stupid stereotyping more than anything, and that wasn’t necessarily Blaine’s fault.

He took a deep breath, and looked into Blaine’s eyes. “What you did, and what you said makes everyone think that I’m the ‘girl’ in our relationship. It’s not so much about that as it is that…it still hurts that no one sees me as a guy. It’s like prom all over again. And it doesn’t help that you’re always treating me like a girl. Letting me win everything, rushing to my defense, calling me baby, taking all the glory for “protecting what’s yours.” All of that makes you one of the guys, and it just solidifies everyone’s opinion that I’m really just a girl in disguise who probably gives it up to you every night in exchange for you being so freaking wonderful!” He was proud of himself for not yelling. Although he kind of felt like throwing something out of the window.

“Wow,” Blaine said, pausing a moment. “I didn’t know you saw our relationship like that, Kurt.”

Neither of them said anything for a moment.

“I…I don’t know what to say. Because you know…you know I don’t think of you of as this baby gay penguin anymore” He stopped to let Kurt laugh, and Blaine felt a surge of hope, even if the laugh was a little on the bitter side.

He continued. “Yeah, there was a time where I put you in that category, because I was terrified of causing you more pain, and then I ended up doing it anyway. I’m kind of an idiot when it comes to you, and it amazes me that you don’t just dump me on my ass. I only call you those things because I love you so much. I try to do so much for you because it’s my way of showing you how much I care. And as much as you don’t want to admit it, sometimes you need help, sometimes you need to be protected. Because I love you, that’s my job.”

He half expected Kurt to jump to his feet and start using words like “heteronormativity,” but he was shocked when his only reaction was a raised eyebrow and a muttered ‘go on.’

Blaine took a deep breath. God, he was going to need a glass of water by the time this was over. “I hate that everyone else doesn’t understand that. I’ll…do my best to keep it to a minimum when we’re with other people, because I totally get where you’re coming from. But I can’t stand for anyone to hurt you like that. He ruined your favorite sweater! You were about to cry this morning, and I was so angry thinking about it all day. So when he showed up this afternoon…I just couldn’t take it anymore. What I did was selfish in a sense…I know how you hate violence and bullying. And for the record, I don’t let you win shit. You’re a hell of a lot smarter and stronger than you think you are.”

Kurt opened his mouth to respond, but Blaine shook his head.

“Just…wait a second. I’ve got one more thing to say. When we do have sex, I don’t care who’s on top. I think about it both ways, and neither way is better to me.” Blaine’s cheeks were flaming, but he forced himself to maintain eye contact with Kurt.

His face held the same expression of shock and disbelief as when Blaine confessed his feelings and kissed him for the first time.

“You think about…having sex with me?” Kurt dropped his gaze, cheeks flushing, at a complete loss for words. Half of him was blown away by that, half of him was appalled that out of all the things that Blaine had just said all he could hear was the part where Blaine had thought about Kurt on top of him. Although they’d gone so far as to make out horizontally, hands roaming under shirts…Kurt still wasn’t sure that Blaine saw him like that. Kurt knew he was beautiful, in an angelic, feminine sort of way, but…sexy? Not really. As far as he knew, people just admired his fashion sense or ridiculed him. No one ever, you know, checked him out or anything. Not like that.

“Yeah,” Blaine said, his voice deeper than Kurt had ever heard it. “I think you’re really, really hot. And you want to know why? Because you’re all male. The way you smell, the way your muscles move under the tight shirts you wear, the way your pants leave nothing to the imagination — every single inch of you is enticing to me. And God, Kurt, you’re so much stronger than you realize. People can’t tell because you’re so lean and graceful, but the fact that you can pin me down and I can’t do a damn thing about it? That really gets me. You do so many things that turn me on, and I try to keep it contained, because I don’t want to scare you off, I know you’re really shy about sex and…why are you staring at me like that? Did I say too much? I said too much. I’m not saying you have to—“

“Blaine, shut up. I’m just thinking. It never occurred to me that you thought of me…the way I think of you.”

Blaine’s head shot up. “You…you think about me? Like…that?”

Kurt nodded. “Pretty often.”

“When?”

Kurt’s cheeks pinked again. “At night. When I’m alone. Whenever you sing during glee rehearsal. Whenever you wear tight shirts. A lot, really.”

“Well, you’re not alone, Kurt. I think about you every night. And I…” Blaine trailed off. He was surprised when one of Kurt’s slim hands reached for his.

“Me too,” Kurt admitted quietly. He shook his head as if trying to clear it. “Thanks for understanding. And I’m sorry I didn’t handle this a little better.”

Blaine was a little thrown off by the abrupt change in subject, but he was glad the air was clear between them. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, too. “

“I know. Now that that’s over…we’ve only got an hour or so before Finn gets home” Kurt said pointedly.

Blaine’s stomach jumped. Was Kurt…was he…? “Are you…saying what I think you’re saying?”

Kurt bit his lip. “Kind of. I’m not saying we should, you know. Do everything. But I think…I think both of us want a little more?”

All of the air left Blaine’s lungs. “Damn, Kurt. You are going…to kill me.”

“Is that a yes then?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said shakily. “It is.”

“Can I take your shirt off?” Kurt whispered.

Blaine nodded. “Only if you take yours off too.”

Kurt said nothing, but peeled his shirt off quickly, and scrunched the fabric of Blaine’s in his fists as he drew it over his head.

They stared at each other, mesmerized by the sight of naked skin. When Kurt covered Blaine’s body with his, they both moaned at the newness of skin to skin contact.

“Your pants,” Kurt murmured, sucking at Blaine’s collarbone. “I want you…completely naked.”

Blaine’s stomach clenched as he writhed “Uh…alright. You too?”

Kurt nodded , and sat up, straddling Blaine. They watched each other hungrily, each a mirror of the other as belts slid through loops and landed on the floor.

Kurt unbuttoned his boyfriend’s jeans, helped him kick them off and Blaine nudged them off the bed. They both giggled a little as Kurt struggled to peel his jeans off. But they did come off. Thank god.

Blaine took in the sight of Kurt’s abs, much more defined than he had possibly imagined as Kurt salivated over Blaine’s arms. He’d never thought of them as being particularly muscular, never thought he’d be entranced by the veins running across them, but…damn.

Kurt shook himself and smirked at Blaine, who was still gaping at him. He shimmed out of his underwear. Whatever Blaine had been about to say was forgotten. Kurt would probably kill him if he said it aloud, but…Kurt had the most beautiful cock he’d ever seen. It was perfectly pale, just like the rest of him, and a little bigger than Blaine might have suspected. He was actually pretty fucking impressed…Kurt had to be longer than he was, although he was almost certain that he was thicker.

“See something you like?” Kurt asked, looking and sounding rather smug.

“Yeah.” Blaine couldn’t find the energy to care about sounding cool right now. He just wanted to touch. He reached out to do so, and was surprised when Kurt nudging his hand away. He looked up into blazing blue eyes, a little confused.

“I thought I told you I wanted you naked, Blaine. You’re doing a terrible job at taking orders right now.”

That tone would tolerate no protests. Blaine loved it.

“Whatever you say,” he breathed, getting rid of his underwear quickly.

“You’re amazing,” Kurt said, his tone full of awe, the game forgotten for a moment.

“So are you.”

Kurt’s cheeks pinked, but he didn’t say anything. “There’s something I want to try—are you up for it?”

It was clear that Kurt wanted Blaine to be surprised, (as if he could be more surprised—Kurt had just demanded that he take off his clothes), that he wasn’t going to tell him what it was beforehand if he agreed.

“Poor word choice, but yes.”

They shared a nervous smile.

Kurt lowered his body over Blaine’s slowly, and kissed him. As their kisses became more passionate, their hips began to slide against one another. Blaine moaned, unable to stop himself.

“You like this?” Kurt whispered against his lips.

“Yes.”

“What do you like about it?” Kurt asked, twisting a little to get better access to Blaine’s chest as he continued to move his hips.

God, Kurt wanted him to talk when he was half biting his nipples? Was his boyfriend secretly a sadist? Clearly. But Blaine would do his best to please him all the same.

“I like the way you’re so heavy on top of me,” he began.

He felt Kurt smile against his collarbone. “Are you saying I’m fat, Blaine?”

“God no. I just mean…I like the way you feel on top of me, the way I feel a little trapped, but it’s not like I want to be anywhere else.”

They both groaned as their cocks rubbed together in just the right way, at the just the right angle, and it just felt so fucking perfect. Their eyes met first, then their lips. Blaine was desperate to come already, it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, and he tried to tell Kurt that with his kisses, with his hard, desperate thrusts.

“You’re so eager for it, Blaine.”

“Because it’s you. You know I’d do anything for you.”

They both knew he meant it. Kurt paused a minute.

“Anything, Blaine? Really?”

“Yes,” he replied desperately. “Anything.”

Kurt grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind. But for now…put your wrists above your head, and don’t dare move them. And don’t come until I say you can.”

Oh holy fuck. Oh God. Just hearing Kurt talk that way made Blaine want to come. He had no idea how he was going to do this.

“What happens if I fail?” he wondered aloud.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Kurt mused.

Blaine’s reply was lost when Kurt began thrusting against him relentlessly, bringing them both closer and closer to the edge. Kurt suddenly wrapped a hand around Blaine’s wrists, pinning him down securely.

“You’re being so good for me, you just don’t know…I’m so close…” He was practically growling.

Blaine’s hips jerked upwards, his stomach muscles clenched, his cock felt like it was on fire—all because he was being good for Kurt. Kurt’s good boy. He wanted him to say it, and he didn’t know why. “Tell me,” Blaine croaked. “Tell me how good I am.”

Kurt brought his lips to Blaine’s earlobe, biting and sucking on it hard. “You’re such a good boy,” he purred. “Letting me hold you down like this, not moving your hands, just like I told you to, you’d do anything I told you to, wouldn’t you? I know you would.”

“Yes,” Blaine sighed. “I’m yours. Anything you want.”

“Mine,” Kurt agreed, sinking his teeth gently into Blaine’s neck as he came hard, his come hot and slick and messy between them.

Blaine was sure he’d never seen anything more beautiful. The way Kurt’s body twisted in ecstasy, the way his hand tightened impossibly around Blaine’s aching wrists, the tortured little sounds that escaped as he broke the rhythm he’d created and just let go. All because of Blaine.

Blaine needed to come, and badly, but somehow he had managed not to. “Please, please Kurt. Please. I need it so bad. Just…let me come. I’ll do anything.”

“Only because you were so good,” Kurt murmured, snaking his other hand between them and wrapping it around Blaine’s throbbing cock.

“Now,” he whispered.

He gave it one squeeze and watched, mesmerized as thick white ropes erupted from the tip and spilled over his hand.

“God,” Kurt said, amazed. “You came so, so hard.”

“So did you,” Blaine shot back, barely recovered from what had to be the best orgasm of his entire freaking life.

Kurt let his wrists go and flopped onto the bed beside him. “Only because you were such a good boy.”

Blaine’s cock gave a half hearted twitch.

“Who knew?” Kurt murmured sleepily.

“Who knew what?” Blaine asked, feeling a little drowsy himself.

“That you’d be such a slut for me,” Kurt replied mockingly.

Blaine couldn’t’ disagree, so he shrugged. “It’s kind of true.”

“I played you like a freaking puppet,” Kurt persisted, sounding a little awed.

“Yeah,” Blaine replied. “You did. You’ve always had me wrapped around your little finger, and you know it.”

Kurt snuggled into him. “Yeah. But I’m no one’s princess.”

They both laughed at that.

“I’m going to have to thank Puckerman someday.”

“Like hell you will! He’ll know exactly why, and then he’ll tell everyone!!!”

Blaine shifted so that his head was propped on one elbow. “And would that be so bad?”

Kurt averted his eyes. “What we just did, everything we’ll do…well, that’s private, you know?”

“So I can’t tell everyone I’m a total slut for you? Because I don’t care if they know. You’re amazing.”

Kurt blushed. “Although part of me loves the idea, even though I turned into…I don’t know what a few minutes ago, I’m still me.”

Blaine sighed. “Alright. But I’m all yours, okay?”

“And I’m yours. The next time you feel possessive…can you just, maybe, tie me down and have your naughty way with me? No more pretending like you own the world and blackmailing people.”

Blaine groaned. “Yeah, I feel like kind of a jerk about that. But…he totally bought it.”

“If I hadn’t known better, I would have bought it. You were very convincing.”

“Yeah. Were you…serious about letting me tie you down?”

Kurt nodded. “Maybe not right now…I’m kind of half dead and I’m pretty sure I heard Finn come in a few seconds ago.”

“Oh shit,” Kurt breathed, sitting up quickly. “Finn is going to want to TALK about my storm out. If he comes up here and the door is locked, he is going to KNOW we’re naked, flip his shit, call my father, and they are going to KILL us.”

Blaine wanted to protest, but he knew Kurt was right.

“Uh…okay. You get dressed. I’ll make the bed look better and get dressed in the bathroom, you can pretend like you were waiting for me to come out.”

Blaine grabbed some textbooks off of Kurt’s desk, opened them and put them over a few suspicious wet spots on the comforter and scrambled to find his clothes. He helped Kurt smooth his hair down. Kurt unlocked the door, arranged himself on the bed and pretended to read.

Blaine disappeared into the bathroom just in time to hear Finn rapping politely at the door.

“Come in” he heard Kurt call.

Blaine ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get it into some semblance of order as Kurt and Finn’s voices floated in under the door.

He almost snorted when Finn asked why the room smelled so weird.

He pulled on his T-shirt and looked for his underwear. Shit. Well, the room looked fine when he left—he’d just have to find them after they got rid of Finn.

“Dude,” he heard Finn exclaim, “Why in the hell is there underwear on your floor?”

Kurt was extremely clean and careful with ALL of his clothing. And apparently, had lost his damn mind, because Blaine heard him say, “They aren’t—” before he could stop himself.

Unfortunately, Finn wasn’t quite that dumb. “WHAT?” Finn exclaimed.

Well, he’d already been found out. Peeking out from behind the door, he almost laughed at what he saw. Finn looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel, and Kurt looked like he was about to die.

“Hey, Kurt. Could you toss me my underwear?” He grinned at the expressions on both of their faces in spite of the fact that he knew that he and Kurt were both going to be in massive amounts of trouble when Burt found out. And Burt was definitely going to find out if Kurt didn’t have anything good to blackmail Finn with.

Kurt grabbed the offending garment and threw it hard at Blaine’s face.

Shaking with laughter, he disappeared back into the bathroom and finished dressing.

He might die tonight, but at least he’d die happy.