Blaine knocked on the Hummel/Hudson's front door, whistling to himself while he had a coffee carrier in his other hand. A few seconds later, the door shot open to reveal a frantic looking Carole attempting to fix her hair and get ready for work.

"He's still not ready, that boy," Carole said in greeting. "Come on in, Blaine, honey."

Blaine gave her a warm smile and walked inside, being sure to close the door behind him.

"Coffee?" he asked, grabbing a large cup from the carrier and holding it out to Kurt's stepmother.

She stopped fidgeting with her hair and smiled gratefully. "You're a darling," she said, taking the proffered cup before running back to her room to finish getting ready.

Blaine continued whistling to himself as he sat down at the kitchen table and began sipping at his own coffee. Today was their first day of school as seniors. Blaine couldn't help but feel happy about all this. They were on the top of the heap, even if they were still considered sub-basement by most kids at school due to their undesirable status as members of the Glee club. But he refused to let that faze him. Because they were seniors now. And they had off periods. Blaine checked his watch, noticing that there was only twenty minutes before school began and Kurt still wasn't ready. He abandoned his coffee and made his way to Kurt's bedroom door, giving a tentative knock.

"Kurt? We don't have much time!" he shouted through the door.

"I'm almost – OW! Almost done!" came a frantic voice from the basement.

"Uh…do you need help?" Blaine asked in concern.

"No! I'm coming!"

Not five seconds later, the door swung open to reveal Kurt Hummel, his very, very attractive boyfriend.

Huh. Even more attractive in those pants. What…how did…were they even pants? They were so tight he shouldn't have even bothered with them at all. And that gorgeous green sweater.

Shit.

Blaine might not even get through the day.

"Do I look okay?" Kurt wondered, still fussing with his hair.

Blaine took hold of Kurt's hands and brought them away from his face and down to his sides. "You look lovely," he said. He kissed the tip of Kurt's nose. "Can we go now?"

"Maybe I should change shir-"

"Stop," Blaine said immediately, putting a finger to Kurt's lips. "You look perfect. You always look perfect. But how do I look?"

He took a step back and held out his hands, taking a little spin for good measure.

"You…suspenders…"

"Yup," Blaine said, hooking his thumbs under the black suspenders and trailing them down until he reached the tops of his jeans. "Do they look good?"

Kurt was staring. No other word for it. Blaine looked…ridiculously good. He had on a plain white v-neck shirt with black suspenders and black jeans and just…damn. His ability to dress himself had improved greatly since his first day at McKinley High last year.

"Yeah," Kurt squeaked. "Yes. You look…your outfit is…adequate."

"Adequate, huh? Just adequate? Maybe I should just go to school naked," Blaine countered with a teasing smile.

"I think not," Kurt said sternly.

"You always ruin my fun!"

"Shut up. Did you bring coffee?"

"Oh no, you insult me and then you expect me to hand over a latte? No can do, sir," Blaine said, turning and walking over to the table.

"I didn't – I wasn't insulting!" Kurt denied, following Blaine.

"I'm glad I'm adequate," Blaine teased before handing Kurt a large latte.

"You're more than adequate," Kurt allowed, taking a long drink.

"Oh high praise, indeed!"

Kurt hit him on the shoulder. "Can we go now?"

"I suppose," Blaine sighed dramatically, grabbing his own coffee while Kurt picked up his bag and they headed out the door.

McKinley High School hadn't changed one bit over the summer. A few jocks still hung out by the dumpsters, though it didn't seem like they had anyone to throw in yet today. Timid freshmen were looking around with wide, scared eyes, and Mr. Schue's muffler still dragged on the ground when he pulled into his parking space. Inside was no different either. The lockers were still red and students milled about, stalling before they had to be inside a classroom. Though Kurt and Blaine's lockers were now in the senior hallway, further down the hall and around a corner. This year they had somehow managed to score lockers right next to each other.

"What's your first class?" Kurt asked his boyfriend, fiddling with the combination lock to his own locker.

"Uh…" Blaine dug through his bag to find his schedule so he could answer the question posed. "English," he said, looking up with a smile.

But then his smile dropped.

He watched it happen in slow motion.

"Kurt, wa-"

But it was too late. Kurt had his eyes on Blaine as he finally managed with the lock and he swung the door open with a bit too much force.

Sadly, a poor unsuspecting student who had been walking up to them got smacked in the face by the heavy metal and then promptly collapsed to the ground.

"Oh my god!" Kurt shouted in shock. He immediately crouched down to help the poor boy up. "I'm so sorry, I didn't even – oh god, are you alright?"

"Uh…" the boy finally stood and shook his head, making sure he could still see straight. "I think so." He blinked a couple times just to make sure. "Yeah. I'm good."

"Oh my god, I feel so bad."

"No, no," the kid waved off Kurt's apology. "It's alright."

"Are you sure? I can take you to the nurse."

"No," the boy replied swiftly. "Really I'm fine. I just uh…came to see if you could tell me where my Spanish class was. I'm new."

"Oh!" Kurt immediately stuck out his hand. "I'm Kurt Hummel."

The boy shook Kurt's hand graciously. "Jared Barnes. And…you?" Jared asked, looking over Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt turned to see Blaine attempting to stifle his laughter at the situation. He elbowed his boyfriend in the ribs.

"Blaine. I'm Blaine," he finally said with a huge smile. "It's very nice to meet you."

Jared smiled and clutched his notebooks to his chest. "You too!"

Kurt got a good look at Jared, eyeing him from head to toe. He was a bit taller than Kurt, not by much, and he had wild, blonde curly hair that framed his pale face and light eyes. He wasn't stocky, but he wasn't skinny either. He was just…your average kid. Sort of gawky, but…he just wasn't the kind of kid you looked at twice.

"So where do you hail from, Jared Barnes?" Kurt asked curiously.

"Kansas," Jared answered, scrunching up his nose a bit.

"Ah. Too many tornadoes?"

"And not enough Dorothys."

Kurt gave a genuine laugh, finished stacking things in his locker, and closed the door. "Are you a senior too?"

"Yeah. Repeat offender, though. I flunked out last year."

"Depressing."

Jared shrugged. "My mom was really sick so I had to miss a lot of school to take care of her. We're in Ohio now because my dad got a better job here."

"What could possibly be better in Lima, Ohio?" Blaine wondered.

"He finally got a nursing job here. That's what he went to school for," Jared explained.

"Commendable."

"Yeah, I guess," Jared said, looking down at his shoes. "So…the Spanish room?"

"Ah, down the main hallway, second turn on your left. It'll be the room with all the sombreros inside."

"Thanks! It was really nice to meet you both," Jared exclaimed before running off down the hall to find his classroom.

Kurt and Blaine watched him go and then turned to each other.

"That was weird," Kurt declared, pulling the strap of his bag higher on his shoulder.

"How so?" Blaine wondered, sliding his hand into Kurt's.

"I don't know. It's just…people don't really…approach me. Like, I give off this gay vibe and they usually feel like they need to stay at arm's length."

"That's ridiculous," Blaine returned.

"You've seen the way people are around here."

"I guess," Blaine shrugged. "But he's new. Maybe he'll be terrified of you in a couple of days. Who knows?"

Kurt nudged Blaine's shoulder, causing the boy to stumble. "Thanks," Kurt said sarcastically.

"Hey, I'm just saying."

"Mhmm."

"Walk me to English?"

"Of course.

"Something's wrong," Kurt said as he sat next to Blaine at the Lima Bean coffee shop along with Rachel, Mercedes, and Quinn. They all had their off period now, the second to last period of the day. Glee class was still being held last period.

"What are you talking about?" Quinn asked in concern.

"We have a new senior government teacher," Kurt said. "I just got out of his class."

"Okay…?" Mercedes prompted. "And there's something wrong with him?"

"He glared at me all through class," Kurt attempted to explain. "I never even spoke once."

"He didn't give you any indication as to what his problem was?" Blaine questioned.

"No," Kurt said, shaking his head. "I didn't…I didn't do anything at all. He didn't say anything to me either. He just…I don't know. He seemed nice enough to everyone else. But he stopped smiling every time he looked at me."

"You don't think…" Rachel began. "You don't think it's because…you're gay, do you?"

"I don't know," Kurt admitted. "I mean, besides the way I dress, he couldn't have guessed that about me. He didn't even hear my voice."

Everyone looked at each other in various states of concern and confusion. They'd never had a homophobic teacher before. They didn't even know what kind of signs they should be looking for.

"If things escalate, just…be sure to tell someone," Blaine advised, resting a comforting hand on Kurt's back.

Kurt nodded and clutched his coffee cup. "I will."

"Promise me," Blaine said, his eyes hard. He knew Kurt was fairly reticent when it came to him confessing his issues regarding any form of bullying.

"I promise," Kurt assured him.

They sat in an uncomfortable silence until Quinn spoke again. "Anything else happen today?"

"Mr. Schue came to me in the hallway excited about another Journey song," Rachel groaned. "I almost took the sheet music out of his hands and burned it."

"Anthony brought me donuts?" Mercedes offered. Everyone grinned. Since their first date last year, she and Anthony just seemed to fit. They'd been together ever since.

"I hit someone in the face with a locker," Kurt said.

"Wait, what?" asked Quinn, a stunned look on her face. "Did they attack you?"

"Oh god, no!" Kurt said, holding up his hands. "No, he was walking over to ask me a question and I didn't see him so I opened my locket and accidentally hit him.

"It was actually quite funny," Blaine admitted. "The kid went down so fast."

"You're so evil," Kurt said with a scowl. "Poor boy."

He and Blaine continued to explain the circumstances behind Jared's transfer and all that they knew about him.

"He's in my physics class," Kurt said. "Doesn't seem like the brightest crayon in the box."

"Well, you did say he failed," Rachel pointed out.

"Yeah, but he said it was because he missed a lot of school because of his mom."

"Doesn't mean he's a genius," Mercedes said.

"It's odd," Quinn put in, "that he spoke to you."

"Yes!" Kurt agreed, turning to Blaine. "I told you. Weird."

"I don't see why it's that weird," Blaine countered. "He's just a new kid, he doesn't know anyone. Actually, he acted a little young to be a year older than us. I find that stranger than him talking to you. Who knows, maybe he's gay too and sensed a similar soul."

"I didn't get the gay vibe from him though," Kurt explained.

"You did think Sam was gay when you first met him," Quinn said with a smile.

"Kid bleached his hair," Kurt said. "And denied it."

"He used lemon juice."

"Just because he did it badly, the point still stands."

"Either way," Blaine interrupted. "He seems nice. Just a little shy. If he wants to make friends, there's no reason to say no if he needs one."

"That's true," Rachel agreed. "Being the new kid is probably really hard."

"So," Blaine said at the end of the day when they were walking back to his car, "my parents are going to San Francisco this weekend."

"Are they?" Kurt asked.

"Mm, for some business thing."

"That's nice."

Blaine looked over the top of the car, trying to figure out the expression on Kurt's face. He saw that he was suppressing a small grin.

"I was going to have a Disney sing along. And I was going to order some sushi. You know, just relax. Alone. All weekend," Blaine said as they climbed into the car.

"That sounds fun," Kurt returned.

"Of course, you're not invited at all."

"Such a shame."

"Isn't it though?"

"But if I were to show up and crash your solo party, what would you do?"

"Probably let you in. Maybe. If you weren't interrupting anything important."

"And then?" Kurt asked, still playing coy.

Blaine shrugged as they pulled out of the parking lot. "I might fuck you over my kitchen table."

"I see."

"But you're not invited anyway."

"Of course not."

"I might invite Finn instead."

Kurt's head snapped around, his eyes as big as saucers. "You killed the fun. With that one statement."

"Your reaction was totally worth it though."

"You're an asshole."

"I thought your liked my asshole," Blaine countered with a raised eyebrow.

Kurt blushed deeply and turned to look out the window. So far in their sex life, they hadn't really been into the dirty talk thing. Every time Kurt thought about saying something even remotely risqué, he'd giggle to himself. But sometimes Blaine would toss out little quips like that and then he'd go beet red and quiet as a mouse.

"No? The other night you seemed to enjoy it just fine."

"Blaine!" Kurt squeaked in horror.

"Because you were fucking me pretty hard. I'm almost positive I screamed. And the way you grabbed my ass was just obscene."

"I…you…"

Because as horrified as he was, Kurt couldn't help but shift there in his seat because yeah, they'd never used any kind of dirty talk…but Kurt sure as shit remembered exactly what Blaine was talking about and ohmygod he was getting hard.

"And the fucking sounds you make…" Kurt saw Blaine's eyes fall closed for a couple seconds as he said that. He also so Blaine's tongue sneak out to lick at his lips. "I'm going to fuck you senseless as soon as we get to your house."

Holy shit. Kurt was definitely having a little trouble breathing right now. Blaine stopped talking, his eyes concentrating on the road as he sped up and pulled up to the curb in front of Kurt's house in record time. Kurt fumbled with the door handle as Blaine jumped out of the car and soon they were both at the front door. Kurt was trying to pick out the key with clumsy, shaking fingers and oh god, Blaine was pressing up against him from behind and Kurt could feel Blaine's arousal against him.

"Hurry up," Blaine hissed in Kurt's ear.

Kurt finally got the stupid key in the lock and they scrambled inside. Blaine ripped Kurt's bag from his shoulder and tossed it onto the floor and then he shoved Kurt hard against the inside of the door, Blaine's body flush against him.

"If I'd known I could get you this hard just by talking about fucking you, I'd have done it a lot sooner," Blaine growled before attaching his lips to Kurt's pulse point, sucking on the precious skin of his neck.

"Oh god, Blaine…fuck…."

"Oh I'll fuck you, baby, don't you worry," said Blaine, already pulling open the buttons at the top of Kurt's shirt.

Jesus Christ, Kurt was on fire. He decided Blaine could call him baby anytime he felt like it. In whatever situation. For whatever reason. Ever.

"Bed, we should get to my bed," Kurt decided to say. Because it would be really awful if someone tried to open the door and…yeah.

"We can get to your room," Blaine said, licking at Kurt's earlobe and gripping his hips as he dragged him away from the door. "But I'm taking you on your floor."

"Nngh," Kurt's moan was stuck in his throat as Blaine reached around to squeeze his ass through his jeans.

They stumbled through the hallway as they tried to keep their bodies as close together as possible and they finally reached Kurt's bedroom door. But Blaine decided that he really did like doors so he threw Kurt against that one too and finally kissed Kurt, rough and hard and good god their hands were everywhere. Shoulders, necks, backs, hips, groins, everywhere.

"Fuck me," Kurt said plainly. "I need you to fuck me right now, oh my god."

Blaine moaned into Kurt's mouth and reached behind him to open the door. The nearly fell down the stairs but Blaine had an excellent grip on Kurt. They ran down them instead and suddenly Blaine ripped Kurt's shirt open, buttons flying every which way. Just as Kurt was about to protest, Blaine was on his knees and unbuttoning Kurt's pants.

"I'll buy you another one, I promise," Blaine breathed, pressing kisses to Kurt's stomach. "I just need to feel…god…"

Kurt was almost angry about the disrepair or his shirt but neverfuckingmind, because Blaine had him in his mouth. Ugh and he was sucking so hard and had his tongue in just the right spot and it was wet and holy shit he loved blowjobs.

"I love you," Kurt said, letting his hand fall into Blaine's tangled hair. Blaine moaned around his cock and shit if he didn't stop him now, things would be over really quickly. So he roughly pulled Blaine's head away. "I need you inside me like, yesterday," he said.

Blaine's eyes darkened at that statement and he pulled his shirt over his head. Kurt was busy kicking off his socks and shoes so he could get his pants off and Blaine retrieved the lube and tossed it on the rug.

"I'm going to get come on my rug aren't I?" asked Kurt.

"You're not going to give a fuck about your rug once my cock is up your ass."

Oh god where did…how did Blaine learn to speak like that and still sound like such an eloquent, sexy little thing? The point of naked had finally arrived and Blaine tugged him down to the floor so that Kurt was straddling his lap and yes, their cocks were rubbing against each other. Their mouths met hungrily, teeth clanking and tongues dueling messily.

"You love this don't you?" Blaine asked as he licked at the shell of Kurt's ear. "You love it when you're naked against me, when you know I'm about to fuck you."

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes…"

Kurt could only wrap his arms around Blaine and hold on tightly.

"You're such a cock tease, Kurt," Blaine whispered. "You walk around in those tight little pants and you show your ass off to the whole damn school and I just wanna fuck you in front of everyone so they know you're mine."

"I'm yours, I'm all yours," Kurt breathed because it was true.

"Fucking right, you're mine."

Blaine lifted Kurt off his lap and turned him around so that Kurt was on all fours.

"Jesus, you're beautiful, Kurt," Blaine said, pressing small kisses to the base of Kurt's spine as he slicked up his fingers with lubricant.

Kurt could only whine when he felt two of Blaine's fingers press into him. They burned but they burned oh so rightly and he pushed back against them, wanting more.

"Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers," said Blaine as he got to his knees and pushed a third finger into Kurt's entrance. "You're so…fuck…"

"Please, Blaine…" Kurt whimpered. "Please…"

"And the way you beg…you sound like a slut," Blaine noted, nipping at the pale flesh of one of Kurt's cheeks. "I love how much you want me."

"Oh god," Kurt was crying now because ohmygod Blaine was so vulgar and his fingers kept hitting that spot inside him and he'd never heard Blaine speak like that and right now he'd be a slut because he'd never needed to be fucked more in his life.

He nearly screamed when Blaine pulled his fingers out and he felt so empty. But the emptiness only lasted a few more seconds because he finally felt the slick head of Blaine's cock at his entrance and Blaine's firm grip on his hips. With one swift thrust, Blaine was buried deep inside of him.

"Oh my god," Blaine hissed above him. "You…fuck…Kurt…"

Kurt had to lower himself onto his elbows because his arms were way too shaky to hold him up anymore. He pushed back against Blaine's hips when Blaine thrust in again and he moaned when he felt blunt fingernails drag down his back.

"You feel so good," Blaine whined, crouching over Kurt and pressing his cheek to Kurt's back. "You…I love you…"

"Blaine," Kurt couldn't handle all of this. They weren't even moving that fast but Blaine fit inside him so perfectly and Blaine's voice was so deep and ragged and was just dripping sex. "I have to…it's so much…"

Blaine lifted himself off of Kurt and thrust in harshly, making Kurt's head drop into his hands on the floor. "I bet I could…fuck…I bet I could make you come with just my voice," Blaine groaned, speeding hip his pace.

"Yes," Kurt admitted below him. "You…oh god, Blaine, please…"

Blaine's grip turned painful and he was driving into him so hard and so quickly just over and over. Kurt couldn't wait to see the bruises on his hips tomorrow.

"Ah, fuck, Kurt I'm…"

"I – yes…"

Kurt thought he was going to die if he couldn't come soon and he was so fucking grateful when Blaine reached around and started pumping his leaking cock in time with his thrusts.

Blaine hit that spot inside him one more time and Kurt's orgasm hit him full force and so damn suddenly and there were those spots in his vision again and he vaguely heard Blaine screaming his name and the spreading warmth inside him and then –

Kurt came to and he was laying face first on the floor, his stomach sticky, and a warm, calloused hand on his back. He opened his bleary eyes so see Blaine lying next to him, their faces only inches apart. Blaine's lips turned up into a smile.

"Told you I'd fuck you senseless," his boyfriend said.

Kurt groaned. He hadn't passed out from anything sex related since that first time Blaine had given him head.

"It's actually kind of flattering," Blaine commented. "So long as you wake up before sixty seconds is up, I don't get too scared."

"I can't believe you said some of those things," Kurt groaned. "I can't believe I got off on those things."

Blaine laughed loudly and scooted closer to him, sliding his fingers into Kurt's sweaty hair.

"It's so hot," Blaine said, "that you're turned on by that."

"You called me a slut and I liked it."

"It's all just talk," Blaine reminded him. "It doesn't really mean much, it's just fun. It's an in the moment kind of thing. I don't really think you're a slut."

"But the way you…god, you made it sound so good," Kurt retorted.

Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt's forehead. "You can be my slut if you want."

"Oh god," moaned Kurt, pressing his face into the rug.

"You do look pretty hot when I've got you under me."

"Pleasestoptalking."

"Come on, you don't have to be embarrassed, I just told you that I like that it gets to you that much."

"That's the point, you're turning me on!"

Blaine's eyes went wide and his mouth gaped open. "…Already?"

"Yes, so shut up!"

Blaine looked thoughtful for a second and then brought his lips to Kurt's ear. "All you have to do is ask and I'll suck you off like you want."

Kurt was positive he stopped breathing that time.

"I think we should get in the shower and then you can have me on my knees properly."

"Guh."

Dirty talk, Kurt decided, was not so bad after all.

He was walking funny, Kurt realized the next day. He hadn't walked this oddly since the first time Blaine had taken him. But today…something was definitely off about his walk. Blaine met him at their lockers in between third and fourth period.

"How're your hips? I meant to ask earlier."

"Covered in finger-shaped bruises, actually," Kurt responded, not looking at his boyfriend.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said, hanging his head.

Kurt paused and finally turned to look at him. "For what?"

"For hurting you."

"Blaine," Kurt said, his voice turning into a whisper, "don't be sorry. Don't ever be sorry. You didn't hurt me in…a bad way."

"I was too rough…"

"No," Kurt said swiftly, sliding a finger under Blaine's chin and tilting his head up. "It was amazing. And I'm serious."

"I just…got carried away and-"

"Blaine. I loved it."

"You're…sure I wasn't…"

"I'm positive."

Blaine's lips turned into a smile and he gave a shy nod. "Okay."

"Walk me to lunch. I'll look less like a wounded giraffe if I'm walking with your arm around my waist, I suspect," Kurt hypothesized.

Later in the day, when Glee class came about, Kurt had to sit in his chair gingerly, earning a few odd looks from people. Blaine just sat with his arm around the back of Kurt's chair, a goofy smile on his face.

"Stop smiling like that," Kurt said under his breath.

"Like what?"

"You know what."

Blaine had to bite his lips because, really? Come on, now. But at that moment Mr. Schue walked in.

"Boys versus girls this time!" their teacher announced happily. "You know the drill!"

Everyone was chattering excitedly and Rachel dragged the girls out of the room while Blaine just looked on in confusion.

"Uh…what?"

"Every year, or so it has become, we do a boys versus girls sing off," Kurt explained. "Whoever wins, their song is a possibility for the next competition."

"Ah."

But the conversation about song choices quickly turned into a bunch of teenage boys complaining.

"She's being all…prissy," Artie was saying about Brittany. "I don't understand."

"Dude, Rachel won't even let me touch her under the bra," Finn said.

"Tina won't even let us dry hump," Mike complained. "I mean…it's like…I don't get it."

Kurt listened to the boys ramble on about their lack of sex life after he pulled out the latest issue of Vogue. Blaine was listening a bit more intently, his eyes on the pages of the magazine, but his ears focused on the other boys.

"Quinn won't go past making out," Sam said, a sad look on his face. "I mean, I know about the whole baby thing a couple years ago but…damn."

"It's like Santana's grown a conscience," Puck put in. "THAT is weird."

"I don't…mean to interrupt," Blaine finally said, "but…are you saying all of the girls are holding out?"

"Well, yeah," Finn responded.

"Have you tried talking to them about it?" Blaine asked, his fingers gently stroking Kurt's shoulder through the material of his jacket.

"What do you mean?" asked Puck with a thoroughly baffled look on his face.

"I mean have you talked to them about wanting sex? Or if not sex, then other things," Blaine clarified.

The other boys were silent for a few seconds, sharing odd glances and searching their minds for moments when anything like that might have happened.

"Well no," Mike stated.

"You can't just…talk about stuff like that," Finn agreed.

"…Why not?" Now Blaine was confused.

"Because it's like…you can't," Finn answered.

Blaine looked at Kurt who just shrugged, flipping to the next page of his magazine.

"How else do you think you're going to get it, then?" Blaine wondered.

"You just put the moves on, dude," Puck said. "Just go for it."

Kurt snorted. "Yeah, because that's being a gentleman."

"Like you would know!" Puck countered.

"I would, actually."

"Look, we know you two are totally going at it, but come on."

"How else do you think we got to the point we're at?" Kurt asked plainly. "Do you think he just shoved his hand down my pants and expected me to just go along with it?"

"Isn't that…what happens?" inquired Artie.

"No," Blaine replied, giving a small laugh. "It isn't."

"Well then impart your wisdom, oh gay Yoda," Puck drawled. "Because I seriously doubt you've gotten more than me."

Kurt snorted again and everyone turned to give him a look. "Sorry. Go ahead, Blaine."

"You don't mind if I…"

Kurt waved him off, going back to the article he was reading.

"You have to talk about it," Blaine said simply. "You have to ask what they want, tell them what you're interested in, and come to an agreement."

"Like that works," Sam scoffed.

"I had my hand down Kurt's pants after like, the third time we were ever alone in his room, so yeah. I'd say it works."

"…Are you serious?" Mike asked with wide eyes.

"Yes. Well, there was a bit of…sort of…kind of a talk first. And we talked about other things before we ever did them so we were both on the same page. We didn't just fuck each other senseless after dating for two months."

Kurt almost choked at the phrasing Blaine used.

"Wait, so Kurt, this works?"

Kurt finally tore his eyes from the page and saw all the shocked faces. "It works quite well."

"Huh," came Finn's voice. "Weird."

"It isn't weird if you actually respect the person," Blaine commented, turning to press a kiss to his boyfriend's temple.

"So wait," Puck said. "How often do you guys do it? I need to know because if I'm gonna give this a try, I want like…sources. Reliable sources."

Kurt turned kind of red and Blaine grinned. "Enough."

"But how much is enough?"

"Well I fucked him on his floor yesterday and I plan on sucking him off today and then maybe letting him fuck me tomorrow," Blaine finally said. "Is that enough."

The rest of the male half of New Directions looked on in astonishment.

Including Kurt.

"I didn't know you were going to say that," Kurt quipped, "when I gave you permission to discuss things."

Blaine shrugged and pulled Kurt a little bit closer. "Honesty is the best policy."

"Well yes, but good god."

"Don't act like you're not excited."

Kurt glared. "Fair enough." He turned back to his magazine.

And Blaine always followed through with his plans, Kurt decided later when they were in the back seat of his car and Blaine had his head between Kurt's legs.