Kurt had been boarding at Dalton for three months now, two of which were spent being the ‘better half’ in a relationship with a senior student, Brandon Nichols.

Yes, Kurt had been slightly enchanted by Blaine as many expected him to be upon meeting him and transferring. However, he received a shocking blow when he discovered that Blaine had a boyfriend as well. He was a few months younger than Blaine, with blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. The shocking point of this all came from the fact that Blaine had not previously mentioned being in a relationship and it wasn’t until Kurt’s first day at Dalton that he saw Blaine and Thomas holding hands in the corridor. After that, Kurt realized that Blaine would only ever be his friend and possibly even more of a mentor.

Also roommate, as it turned out.

They cohabitated quite peacefully, thank god, despite Kurt’s initial anger with Blaine on the subject of not revealing the presence of Thomas in his life. But Kurt had many crushes in the past and he was used to being shot down or looked over so the first month of his stay at Dalton was spent keeping to himself and trying not to look at Blaine and Thomas’ clasped hands for too long.

Until one day, Kurt’s attention was finally fixated on someone else.

He had been in the locker room after their required physical education class, shower fresh and clad in only a towel after a swimming lesson. At the other end of the row of lockers stood a taller boy with dark hair and lean muscles. Kurt could remember watching a water droplet ripple down over the boy’s back, following the trail with his eyes until the tall beauty turned to face him.

Kurt had panicked. He was not a leering person, he never openly stared at half naked boys in the locker room; at McKinley, that was a death sentence. He instantly flushed and looked away, fumbling with the combination lock and doing his best to not imagine the pain that the other boy could inflict should he so please.

But the pain never came.

Instead, a finger that did not belong to him brushed a wet piece of hair away from his eyes.

“Like what you see?” the boy had asked.

Kurt, flustered, did not respond and opened his locker door.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” the boy spoke gently. “I’ve been looking at you too.”

Completely shocked, Kurt’s head snapped around, taking in the playful gleam in the boy’s green eyes and breathing in the strong scent of chlorine.

“I’m Brandon.”

Kurt swallowed. “I’m Kurt.”

“I know,” Brandon said with a wink. “See you around.”

With that, Brandon sauntered back down to his locker, grabbed a bag, and headed towards a shower stall.

“You can always join me if you like!” Brandon’s voice echoed in the locker room and then Kurt heard the sound of a shower running.

And the rest is history. No, Kurt didn’t join Brandon that first day in the shower, but he did later. Actually, they had a lot of shower sex. Brandon had been Kurt’s first in just about everything. Kurt knows virgins often worry about moving too fast, having sex too early, wondering if they’re really ready.

Kurt had definitely been ready.

Now he can’t get enough of it.

It seems like everyone at Dalton might as well be some form of nymphomaniac – or maybe they’re all just a bunch of horny teenagers. Hard to tell at this point.

Even Blaine was having tons of sex, something which Kurt would not have previously been able to imagine had he not walked in on Blaine and Thomas one day after lunch.

Turns out Thomas is a screamer when he bottoms.

That’s when they decided to put the tie on the doorknob outside.

“Is it alright if Thomas stays the night?” Blaine asks one Saturday evening. “His roommate his sneaking his girlfriend in tonight and he doesn’t feel like listening to them fuck all night.”

“As if I want to listen to you and Thomas fucking all night.”

“You won’t have to.”

“Oh, I’m so sure.”

“We won’t!”

“Just keep it quiet.”

Blaine hops off his bed and darts over to Kurt, who’s sitting at his desk, and plants a quick kiss to his temple.

“You’re the best!” he squeaks quickly, rushing out of the room to retrieve his boyfriend.

Kurt sighs heavily, dropping his pen down on his open notebook. He likes Thomas well enough, even if the guy seems a bit skittish around Kurt ever since he walked in on them having sex. He isn’t any more boring or fascinating or good looking that any other boy in Dalton. But it’s very hard to see just what Blaine sees in the kid.

Besides his very nice ass.

And the fact that he seems to be able to take a dick up said ass like a fucking champ.

Either way, Blaine’s relationship with Thomas doesn’t bother him. He was just looking forward to a quiet night in. So much for that.

When Blaine returns with Thomas trailing behind him, Kurt smiles and greets him kindly. There’s nothing wrong with him, really there isn’t.

They spend the evening watching Moulin Rouge on Blaine’s tiny television and when it’s time to go to bed, Kurt shoots Blaine a warning look as if to remind him of his promise earlier. Blaine seems to take the hint and doesn’t strip down to his underwear like he usually does to go to sleep. He remains in his pajama bottoms and t-shirt. Kurt notices Thomas does the same and they all say their goodnights, shut off the light, and crawl into their respective beds.

Kurt’s just on the verge of sleep when he hears whispering.

“We can’t, he’ll hear us.”

“So stay quiet.”

“But – oh…”

And then there’s little gasp coming from Blaine’s bed, a gasp that couldn’t be held in and Kurt knows why because he’s felt it too; the first feeling of someone else’s hand on your dick. It’s that gentle feeling, the kind that makes you sigh and relax into the bed, grateful to have someone else touching you so sweetly.

The gasp, however, comes from Blaine.

For some reason, Kurt wasn’t expecting that. He doesn’t know why, he just wasn’t.

There’s another little sigh and a hitch of breath. Kurt’s almost positive he’s never heard something so erotic in his life.

He should probably say something like, “I’m still awake” or “I thought you were going to stay quiet.”

He doesn’t.

Kurt feels like a voyeur. Can you be a voyeur if you’re only listening? Well, it doesn’t matter either way now because Kurt’s hard as a rock.

Blaine moans into the darkness.

The sounds he makes, good fucking god. Even when Kurt had walked in on them fucking that one time, Blaine didn’t sound like this. He didn’t sound like…he didn’t sound this hot, he just didn’t.

“Thomas-”

“Shh, let me take care of you.”

“Harder, please…”

Suddenly, Kurt is imagining Blaine begging for it. He sees him getting fucked into a mattress or maybe the floor. He sees him crying, needing it, loving it, drowning in it.

He doesn’t know if Blaine is an exclusive top. He doesn’t know what Blaine prefers or if he likes it rough. In fact, Kurt has purposefully stopped himself from thinking along those lines because, well, just because he wasn’t crushing on Blaine anymore doesn’t mean Kurt doesn’t find him attractive.

Actually, it’s hard to not find Blaine attractive.

Especially when he makes noises like that when someone’s fisting his dick in a bed not ten feet away.

“I’m coming, Thomas, I’m – fuck, fuck,” he groans into the night.

There’s a bit of hushed, heavy breathing and the wet sound of kissing before everything falls silent again.

Kurt turns over.

The last thought racing through Kurt’s head as he falls asleep is something along the lines of, “I wonder what he looks like when he comes.”