"I'm sorry. Did you just say pool?"

"Yeah."

"Blaine, I don't know how to play pool."

"So I'll teach you."

Kurt glared at his boyfriend while he moved along behind him in the lunch line. Apparently Blaine had taken it upon himself to invite the whole of New Directions (plus Jared, it seemed) to his house on Friday night for massive amounts of pizza and entertainment. His parents had just set up a new room on the lower level of their house, which had previously been occupied by mounds and mounds of boxes filled with old decorations from when they had their house renovated, and the room now sported a pool table, an epic sound system, a new flat screen television, every kind of gaming console imaginable, two classic arcade games, a foosball table, a juke box, a fridge stocked with like, any food you could think of, plus a bar. Though his parents made sure to not include alcoholic beverages, they imported some kind of fancy non-alcoholic beers and they bought an insane amount of sodas and mixers for all kinds of drinks.

His parents really did feel bad about the fact that they had to go on a two week trip to Rome, so they made sure to set all this up for Blaine so that he could have his friends over and be a little less lonely.

Blaine paid for their lunch (no matter how much Kurt protested) and they made their way to a table to sit by their friends.

"So there's not gonna be any alcohol at this shindig, huh?" Puck asked before biting into his burger.

"No," Blaine said, his gaze heavy on Noah Puckerman. "And I think you know why."

"…Yeah. Right. I'm still sorry about that, you know," Puck said.

"It's fine," Kurt promised, settling his hand on Blaine's thigh when he knew his boyfriend was about to protest that no, actually it wasn't fine. It wasn't fine when Kurt got his drink spiked with some unknown substance and it wasn't fine that they didn't keep up with him that night to make sure he was okay. But he really didn't want to rehash this.

Blaine mumbled something but Kurt ignored it.

"I can't believe your parents are leaving for two weeks," Kurt said, changing the subject. "Have they ever left you alone for that long?"

"They were in Japan for a month once, but I was boarding at Dalton so it didn't really matter."

"Doesn't that kind of like, suck though?" Finn wondered.

"It did when I was younger," Blaine said with a shrug. "But when I went to Dalton I got used to not being around them. And when they are here, we try and spend as much time together as we can. I guess they still feel sort of guilty though, which is why they gave me that new room."

It seemed like everyone around the table felt sorry for Blaine, but Kurt knew better. He knew Blaine's parents loved him and he knew they were really nice people. They were just…busy.

"So we're competing against Dalton at Sectionals again," Kurt put in. "Wes and David dropped any hints?"

"No," Blaine said with a smile. "You are an awful spy."

"I resent that. I'm a wonderful spy."

"Yeah, so wonderful that you didn't even think about the dress code when you came to Dalton to spy on us."

"I was simply going on the fact that, perhaps when new students transferred, they weren't given a uniform right away."

"Sneaky," Blaine said. "You'll be the next James Bond."

"Far better looking, though."

"Oh, for sure."

Kurt smiled as well and looped his ankle around Blaine's beneath the table.

"Are you sure you want me to come?" Jared asked tentatively. He'd been sitting with New Directions at lunch for the past week. "B-because if you just want it to be like, a Glee thing, that's totally oka-"

"Jared shut up, you're coming," Kurt said immediately.

Jared shut his mouth quickly, but Kurt could see evidence of a smile upon the boy's face. He seemed a bit on edge around Kurt and Blaine ever since the uh…experiment had gone down. But both Kurt and Blaine had reassured him multiple times that, yes, things between the three of them were fine and there was no reason for him to be so fidgety or reticent when it came to their friendship.

Not to mention, it didn't seem like Jared had too many close friends outside of Blaine and Kurt and Kurt knew what it was like to feel utterly alone. And he wouldn't wish that feeling upon anyone.

"Hey, Finn," Blaine greeted his boyfriend's step-brother at the door that Friday. He peered around the tall boy. "Kurt didn't drive with you?"

"Uh…no," Finn returned awkwardly, bringing a nervous hand up to rub at the back of his neck. "Kurt wasn't ready when I left, but he said he wanted to drive himself anyway in case he…ended up…staying the night."

"Ah," Blaine understood. "Well come in! Most everyone else is already downstairs."

Blaine stepped aside to allow the other boy inside.

"Wow, you have a…really nice house," Finn complimented, looking around at everything as he followed Blaine down into the new entertainment room.

"Thank you," Blaine said. "We had a very good interior decorator."

"Yeah…oh wow," Finn had to say when he finally entered the room where Puck, Sam, Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Brittany, Artie, and Mercedes were already busy with various things.

"Mike, Tina, and Jared are on their way," Blaine informed him. "Do whatever you like."

Finn kind of stood there awkwardly until Puck motioned him over to play some video game on the X-Box. Blaine rushed upstairs again and when he returned, Mike, Jared, and Tina were following him.

"Jesus, your parents really did go all out," Jared commented, letting his fingers trail over the side of the expensive pool table. He glanced over at the bar where a few pinkish colored drinks were sitting. "What're those?"

"Shirley Temples. The ladies' drink of choice tonight, it seems," Blaine said, popping the cap off of a non-alcoholic beer.

"Did Kurt really have that bad of a drinking experience?" Jared asked, not having heard the entire story.

"Last year he drank so much before school that he threw up on the guidance counselor one day," Rachel put in.

"And the last time he was at a party," Blaine continued, making sure to NOT look Puck's way, "his drink was spiked with something and he was very, very ill. When he called me he barely knew where he was."

"And so you came to my rescue."

Blaine whipped around to see Kurt standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of tight dark denims, a red cardigan, and boots that looked to have a very slight heel.

Holy fuck.

He can't just…how does he always know exactly what to wear? Blaine could like, see the outline of his cock in those jeans and good god he looked all sorts of hot. Blaine had to tear his eyes away from Kurt's crotch and when he looked up, Kurt was smirking knowingly.

That. Little. Tease.

Blaine had to clear his throat before speaking.

"You're here."

Oh. Well. Yes. How did Kurt reduce him to a stuttering teenage boy who could only point out the obvious?

He looked back down to Kurt's crotch.

Oh, right.

"So it seems," Kurt said, moving past Blaine to get to the bar. He picked up a Shirley Temple. "Can I have more cherries?"

You can have as many of whatever you would like, Blaine thought.

Jared was standing next to him, attempting to stifle his laughter.

"Shut up, you," Blaine grumbled, walking behind the bar to locate the jar of cherries.

He plucked out three more and held them out to Kurt. Oh, but Kurt was looking at him with this kind of…feral grin and he leaned forward and sucked one of the cherries into his mouth directly from Blaine's fingers. Blaine looked on in fascination as Kurt continued to eat the other two as well before he licked at the remaining cherry juice on Blaine's fingers.

Blaine's mouth was hanging open and he simply couldn't get it to close.

"Oh so it's gonna be that kind of party," Puck announced to the room, causing everyone to laugh.

"It will only be that kind of party if you want it to be," Blaine shot back, his eyes still locked on Kurt's face.

Kurt pulled away from Blaine's fingers and brought his own thumb up to wipe at the corner of his lips.

"You promised to teach me how to play pool," Kurt reminded him.

It took Blaine's brain a few seconds to catch up but when it did, he moved out from behind the bar so he could set up the balls on the table. He discreetly brought one of his fingers to his lips and he could taste cherries and Kurt and oh yeah, Kurt had better fucking stay the night.

"Mercedes is on my team!" Rachel announced as she picked a couple of songs to play on the juke box.

"Girl, I suck at this game," Mercedes told her.

"So do I," Rachel said. "But that's okay."

"Kurt and I will kick your ass," Blaine said playfully, getting all the balls into the triangle.

"Speak for yourself," Kurt returned.

"Hummel, it's a game with long sticks, lots of balls, and holes. You got this, dude," Puck said, not taking his eyes off the TV screen.

"Well I've never had to deal with any of those things on a table as large as this," Kurt countered.

"Kurt Hummel – one. Puckerman – zero," Sam commented, his fingers moving swiftly over the X-Box controller.

"I guess I'll break then?" Blaine said, interrupting the witty repartee.

"Considering I have no idea what that means, I think that'd be best," Kurt answered.

Blaine gave a laugh. "You ladies have your cues?"

"That we do!" Rachel said happily, holding up her stick.

"Kurt, pick a cue."

Kurt looked over at the wall where Blaine tested out the different cues, finally picking up one that suited him.

"Uh…"

"Here," Blaine smiled, testing the weight of a few others and handing one to Kurt.

"Okay," Kurt said, holding onto the thing awkwardly.

"Just watch me," Blaine said, moving to the end up the table and setting up the cue ball. He bent down, eyeing his shot, and lifted his stick, lining everything up, and then he broke, scattering the balls around the table. Though he didn't make anything in. "Ladies?"

As Mercedes moved over to the table to take her turn, Blaine walked back over to Kurt.

"See? It isn't hard," Blaine said.

Kurt only nodded because to be perfectly honest, he hadn't been watching Blaine hit the ball at all. He was too preoccupied with staring at how awesome Blaine's ass had looked in those jeans when he bent over.

"Yeah. Not hard at all," Kurt returned.

"I spy an innuendo!" Artie called from where he was playing foosball with Brittany.

"Everything is an innuendo with you people," Kurt said.

"Innuendos make life worth living," Santana said swiftly.

"Woman speaks the truth," Puck said, still engrossed in his video game.

"Did you make anything in?" Blaine asked Mercedes.

"Ha. No," the girl said.

Blaine smiled and urged Kurt forward. "Your turn."

"Right," Kurt grumbled, lifting his pool cue up ready to aim at the eight ball.

"Whoa! No," Blaine said quickly, holding his hand out to stop Kurt. "No, you have to hit the white one first. And you use that ball to aim at the other ones. But the eight ball is the one ball you DON'T want to hit in. If you hit the eight ball in before the end then we lose."

"You couldn't have explained this first?" Kurt wondered, walking around the table to where the white ball sat. "Like this?" He leaned over, holding the pool cue out awkwardly.

"Uh…not so much," Blaine replied. "Here, I'll show you."

"I totally saw this coming," Sam decided to say.

Blaine ignored the blonde boy and stood behind Kurt, pressing himself close to his boyfriend. Kurt felt his boyfriend's hips press against him from behind as Blaine wound his arms around him.

"Like this," Blaine corrected, positioning Kurt's hands along the stick correctly. "Now aim for a ball, yeah?"

"Yeah," Kurt squeaked in reply, his breathing becoming a little bit harsher. He really couldn't focus when he felt Blaine's warm breath coming in little puffs against the cool skin of his neck. "Okay."

He almost whined when he felt Blaine pull away from him and he immediately missed the warmth of his body.

"Now shoot," Blaine instructed.

Kurt shook his head to clear his mind a bit so he could focus. He aimed for a solid color ball that wasn't the black one, pulled the cue back, and shot.

The ball went in.

"Holy – good job," Blaine said, somewhat impressed. "That was – yeah, just like that."

"I did it!" Kurt said with a huge smile on his face.

Blaine laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled his boyfriend close to him so he could plant a kiss on his cheek. "Yes you did, baby."

"You two are like, so cute…it's ALMOST sickening," Finn commented.

"I think it's adorable," Rachel said, leaning against her pool cue, very nearly swooning.

"You get to go again," Blaine told Kurt. "Since you made it in."

"Really?"

"Really, really," Blaine promised, giving Kurt's ass a small pat.

Kurt blushed heavily and found the white ball again. He was about to line up a shot but Blaine stopped him again.

"No, since you hot that solid colored ball in, we're solids. So you want to hit only the solid colored ones in," Blaine said.

"But not the black ball."

"Correct."

"You could always…show me how to do it again," Kurt hinted. "I mean, I don't know if my angle's right."

"Oh my god, your ability to make anything sound sexual," Puck put in, "is amazing. I never knew this about you, Kurt."

"I try," Kurt said, eyeing Blaine who was simply laughing and shaking his head. "You're such a tease," he said to his boyfriend.

"I'll make it up to you later, I promise," Blaine assured him, sending him a small wink.

"Dolphin sex?" Brittany piped up. "Can I watch?"

"Only if Kurt wants," Blaine said with a smile.

Jared, who had been busy playing one of the arcade games, whipped around to stare at the couple with a shocked expression. Blaine tossed his head back and laughed loudly at Jared's face. Kurt blushed again and Tina looked between the three of them.

"Is there something we should know?" the girl asked from where she stood next to Mercedes.

"Nothing at all," Kurt replied, making his shot. He missed completely. And then he pouted. "See, if you'd done what you did before, I'd have made it."

"You just want me behind you," Blaine said.

"More innuendos!" Artie shouted.

"I thought innuendo was just another word for those Mexican guys that swam across that river to Texas," Brittany said.

"Uh…not so much, babe," Artie said. "But I still love you."

Brittany just shrugged and made another goal at foosball. "You made me lose focus!" he defended himself.

They continued at this for another half hour, innuendos being tossed about like a frisby, playing pool and watching in fascination as Kurt and Blaine trumped Mercedes and Rachel thoroughly, mostly thanks to Kurt's beginner's luck.

"I'll play you, Kurt," Jared called from his arcade game.

"I will kick your ass," Kurt declared.

"You can only hope," Jared returned. "I'm pretty awesome at pool."

"Bring it," Kurt challenged, chalking up the end of his pool cue just like Blaine taught him.

Blaine sat back at sipped at another non-alcoholic beer, watching in enjoyment every time Kurt bent over the table to make a shot. He gave a wide grin when Kurt had to position himself pretty much right in front of where he was sitting at the bar.

"You're so obvious," Rachel said, placing herself in a seat next to him.

"I don't even care," Blaine said freely.

"And that makes it even sweeter."

Blaine smiled at the girl and finished off his drink.

"Are you talking about me?" Kurt asked as he rubbed a bit of chalk on his hands.

"Only good things," Rachel promised him.

Kurt laughed and continued his game as Rachel nudged Blaine's shoulder. "You know…you might not even have him if it hadn't been for me," she told him.

"How do you mean?"

"That day at Sectionals last year? When he kissed you? I was the one that figured out he was in love with you," Rachel explained. "It was kind of sad, actually. The way he looked at you when you were talking with your Dalton friends. It nearly broke my heart."

Blaine watched Kurt more intently as Rachel continued speaking in his ear.

"He was so scared that you didn't like him back. I told him to just go for it. Because…well, let's just say you were very obvious then as well."

"I'm kind of crazy about him," Blaine agreed, never taking his eyes of Kurt as Jared said something which caused Kurt to laugh loudly.

He and Rachel continued talking, whether it be about Kurt, solos, or anything else until Jared's voice reigned in the room.

"I AM KING!"

"My luck ran out," Kurt said, strutting over to the bar for another Shirley Temple.

"I trumped you," Jared said, reaching for another fake beer. "King. That's what I am."

"You realize you just proved yourself king of the sticks and balls," Kurt noted.

Jared snorted into his beer and nearly coughed his lungs up.

"Are you straight?" Rachel had the audacity to ask. "Because I've always wondered."

Jared looked kind of uncomfortable and Blaine and Kurt shared an odd look because, honestly, they were kind of wondering what Jared decided as well.

"I don't know," Jared said finally. He gave small shrug and Rachel pressed a kiss to Jared's cheek.

"That's okay," Rachel declared.

Kurt smiled. Rachel was probably the most understanding of the group, besides Mercedes anyway, when it came to people figuring out their sexual orientation. Thankfully everyone else seemed to be ignoring their conversation.

"My dads are gay," Rachel proceeded to tell Jared, forcing him to sit next to her.

Blaine gave Kurt a knowing look. Kurt lifted an eloquent eyebrow but took his boyfriend's hand while Rachel nattered on about her fathers to her newfound friend. Blaine led him out of the room and around the corner to the laundry room.

"Yes?" Kurt asked, feigning ignorance.

Blaine very nearly growled as he pulled Kurt close to him, grabbing his ass with rough hands.

"Why do you wear things like that?" Blaine asked, nuzzling his face into Kurt's neck, licking a long wet trail up to his jaw. "The things you do to me, I swear. I've been half hard since you walked in."

Kurt groaned loudly, fisting his hands into Blaine's button down shirt. "Blaine, they can hear-"

"Guess you'll have to be quiet, then," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear.

"Oh fuck," Kurt returned when Blaine nipped harshly at his earlobe. "Blaine, fuck…"

"You can't wear pants that tight and expect me to not want to jump your bones."

Kurt said nothing, he could only pant heavily as Blaine pushed him against the dryer, the edge digging painfully into his back. But Blaine's mouth was moving down, licking at his collar bone and pressing hot kisses through his cardigan until he was on his knees, his nose nudging at Kurt's now hard cock through his jeans.

"Fuck, how did you even get yourself into these jeans," Blaine asked in a rough voice. "They're so tight…"

Kurt's hands flew down to twine themselves in Blaine's dark curls, tossing his head back as he felt Blaine tugging his zipper down. He moaned almost a little too loudly as Blaine pulled his jeans and his underwear down over his ass. Blaine poked his tongue out and licked from the base of Kurt's cock all the way to the tip.

"Oh god, Blaine, yes."

Blaine said nothing in reply, he simply pressed his tongue the underside of Kurt's erection, reaching a hand down to palm himself through his jeans. The sounds Kurt was making…fucking hell. The little whimpers, the slight groans…they almost sent him over the edge.

"Please," Kurt growled, "baby, please…"

Blaine took pity on him and swallowed Kurt whole. Kurt couldn't help but thrust into that warm slick mouth. He was kind of afraid he'd cause Blaine to choke, but Blaine simply relaxed his throat and brought him in deeper until Kurt could feel Blaine's throat around the tip of his cock. Blaine was like, the best at giving head, Kurt decided right then and there. The hard edge of the dryer was pressing painfully into his back but god, he could feel and see how hard Blaine was sucking around him.

He didn't even stop thrusting when he saw a head poke around the corner of the doorframe.

"Are you – holy shit."

Noah Puckerman looked on in sheer shock when he saw Blaine on his knees, Kurt's cock in his mouth.

"Unless you want to watch," Kurt hissed between clenched teeth, "you should probably leave."

Puck's eyes widened as Blaine refused to stop what he was doing. Actually, one could say that he was increasing his efforts, moving his head faster up and down Kurt's length, sucking even harder. Blaine reached up to grip Kurt's hips and Puck ran back into the entertainment room.

"You're such an exhibit – fuck, right there, yes!" Kurt half screamed when he felt Blaine's teeth graze the soft head of his cock. "Don't stop, please, don't – Blaine…"

Blaine didn't stop. He let his tongue press against that little spot on the underside of his boyfriend's cock again and again, still rubbing himself as he sucked Kurt off.

"Blaine, I'm – I'm – FUCK!"

Kurt shouted his release, coming into Blaine's mouth in thick spurts, his fingers squeezing at Blaine's scalp. Blaine swallowed around him, not allowing a single drop to escape. At the last second, he palmed at himself once, twice more before coming in his own pants, moaning around Kurt's softening cock. When they were both spent, Blaine rested his forehead against Kurt's thigh, panting heavily, his eyes shut tight.

"Who-" Blaine cleared his throat, "who walked in?"

"Puck," Kurt told him. "He looked properly traumatized."

Blaine laughed against his boyfriend's leg and then pressed a kiss to Kurt's hip bone. Kurt tugged him up so that he could crush their lips into a kiss, tasting himself on Blaine's tongue. Blaine held Kurt close, letting Kurt's tongue swipe around in his mouth until he pulled away and sighed happily.

"I hope I have another pair of jeans in here," Blaine said.

Kurt smiled, pressing a final kiss to the corner of Blaine's lips. "You're terrible and wonderful at the same time."

"I couldn't resist."

"Understandable," Kurt returned, reaching down between them so he could pull his jeans and underwear back up. "I want another cherry."

"I'll meet you in there," Blaine promised as he dug through a pile of clothes on top of the dryer.

Kurt did his jeans up, smacked Blaine's ass lightly, and left him to his predicament. When he re-entered the entertainment room, everyone was giving him a knowing look.

"Did I miss anything?" he asked nonchalantly, returning to his abandoned Shirley Temple at the bar.

"Dude. You just…that was…"

"Yes, Noah?" Kurt questioned, reaching for the jar of cherries.

"He was totally giving you head!" Puck announced to the group.

"Your point?"

Puck shook his head and held up his hand, which Kurt promptly reached up and high-fived.

"My respect, Hummel. You have it," was all Puck said.

"You…but we were right here!" Finn squawked. "I – Kurt, you're my brother!"

"And you didn't see anything, did you?" Kurt asked, popping a cherry into his mouth.

"No, but – still!"

"There was dolphin sex?" Brittany wondered out loud. "I thought I was gonna get to watch."

"Maybe next time, Brit," Kurt promised her.

At that moment, Blaine returned in a different pair of jeans, a hand ruffling through his messy locks. He gave Kurt a chaste kiss, tasting cherries. It almost made him moan.

"Who wants to play truth or dare?" Blaine posed the question.

"No fun when you're not drunk," Mike pointed out.

"Lies," Blaine countered. "Plenty of fun."

So that's how they ended up in a semi-circle on the floor, the juke box playing random songs.

"Rachel," Blaine asked first. "Truth or dare?"

"Um…I'll go with truth first," she said.

"Have you ever been skinny dipping?"

"No!" she squeaked. "No, I – no."

"Not ever?" Blaine persisted. "Like…never?"

"Absolutely not."

Blaine shrugged and snatched a piece of pizza from the middle of the circle.

"Brittany," Rachel turned to, "truth or dare?"

"Dare," Brittany said immediately.

"I…I dare you to sit through the rest of this game without a shirt!" Rachel ordered, thinking she was pulling out the big guns.

Brittany simply pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Nearly everyone's eyes shot to her red bra.

"Santana, truth or dare?" Brittany asked.

"Dare," Santana said, rolling her eyes with a slight smile.

"I dare you to make out with me."

"I'm sitting right here," Artie reminded the girls.

"It's okay, you're still my man," Brittany promised him as Santana situated herself in her lap.

All of the guys, except for Kurt and Blaine, looked on in lustful awe as Santana attacked Brittany's lips. Obviously they'd done this before and Kurt vaguely remembered seeing this before from afar, but he remembered them amidst a large group of people, dancing and grinding against each other. Brittany's arms were wrapped securely around Santana's waist as they kissed slowly and comfortably. Santana pulled away and kissed Brittany's nose.

"Jared," Santana said slyly, "since I don't really know you…truth or dare?"

"Uh…truth?" the boy said timidly.

Santana gave a satisfied smile and looked around the circle.

"Have you ever kissed a guy? AND…if you have, you have to tell us if they're sitting in this room."

"Oh god," Jared groaned loudly, leaning his head on his hand. "Yes and yes."

"I thought so," Santana finished. "Your turn."

"Kurt," Jared said immediately, as if that were the safe person to speak to. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Um…have you ever given road head?"

Kurt bit his lip and then nodded. "Yes."

"…Oh. Okay."

Everyone laughed as Jared blushed to the tip of his ears.

"Noah," Kurt asked primly. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare, duh."

"Hm. I dare you to…sit on Sam's lap, only in your boxers, for the rest of the game."

Sam looked instantly terrified, but Puck simply kicked off his shoes and socks, tugged off his shirt and jeans, and moved into the blonde boy's lap.

"This is weird," Sam declared, leaning back onto his arms because his didn't know what else to do with Puck's ass in his lap. The girls giggled at Sam's obvious discomfort.

"Anderson," Puck said loudly. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Blaine said instantly.

Puck gave a somewhat evil grin before speaking. "I dare you to make out with my boy Kurt here. But I don't just want any make out session. I want a loud make out session. I want grinding. I want noises. So everyone here can get a glimpse of what they missed in the laundry room."

Kurt flushed instantly but then he got a little distracted when Blaine straddled him for everyone to see.

"You really are an exhibit-"

But once again, Kurt's sentence was cut off because Blaine's mouth was suddenly on his and he couldn't help but whine against his boyfriend's talented lips, especially when Blaine's tongue darted out to press at his teeth. Kurt could do nothing but allow him entrance because, hey, even if people were watching, making out with Blaine was fucking great. He wound his arms around Blaine's waist, pulling him closer and allowing Blaine's tongue even further into his mouth. When Blaine bit down on Kurt's bottom lip, Kurt forced his lover back until he was on the floor with Kurt on top of him, their hips pressed together in a familiar motion. Kurt abandoned Blaine's lips for his neck, sucking at his pulse point and wringing out little whimpers from Blaine's lips. Blaine could only hang on for dear life as Kurt ground their hips together, their cocks half hard and their hip bones digging almost painfully into one another's. Blaine automatically turned his head to the side when he felt Kurt's lips on his ear, his tongue licking at the shell.

"Kurt, god," he groaned for everyone to hear.

Kurt simply continued his torture, exhaling slowly into Blaine's ear, causing Blaine to squirm in excitement beneath him as he relentlessly thrust against Blaine's now full blown erection.

"Fuck…baby, yes," Blaine murmured into Kurt's hair.

"Uh…"

God damnit. Sam was such a cock block. Kurt stilled his hips, his chest heaving against Blaine's as he pressed a final kiss to Blaine's jaw.

"Dude," Finn finally said. "He's my brother."

"Yeah, well now you can see how good your brother is in the sack," Puck replied.

"That's so not the poin-"

"That was like, really hot," Jared said with a stunned expression on his face as Kurt finally lifted himself off Blaine, pulling his boyfriend into his lap. Blaine kind of sat with his legs tucked against his chest so the others couldn't see the bulge in his pants.

"Wait, what?" Mike asked. "You're…you're gay too?"

Jared avoided everyone's gaze and then Rachel spoke. "You don't have to be gay to think that was hot."

"Rachel!" Finn squawked.

"Girl speaks the truth," Mercedes agreed, high fiving Rachel who sat next to her.

"Hey, I could have dared them to suck each other off," Puck said. "Then you would have had the real experience."

Everyone around the circle laughed loudly, except for Kurt and Blaine, who were blushing and trying to hide their faces from the group. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and gave an almost imperceptible thrust upwards.

Oh yeah. Kurt was definitely spending the night tonight.