The incident at the movie theatre is never mentioned again. It’s swept under the rug, forgotten, abandoned. Kurt’s not exactly happy about this fact, considering it seems like the type of thing that should be addressed in some form or fashion. Brandon acts like it never happened. Kurt supposes it’s because they’re back at Dalton, their safe haven, and Brandon doesn’t want to taint the place he’s put on such a pedestal with a discussion about hate and bigotry.

So they don’t talk about it and they fuck instead.

“How was your day?” Blaine asks kindly when Kurt steps into their room one evening.

“I got a blowjob in the library.”

“How was it?”

“Oh, you know how the Dewey Decimal System gets me going.”

Blaine snorts loudly and turns back to his homework. Kurt shrugs his school bag off his shoulder and collapses onto his bed.

“It was…lacking, actually.”

“Sloppy?”

“Mmm. Not enough suction. There’s probably a puddle of spit on the floor where we were standing.”

“Classy,” Blaine notes.

“I suppose we were in a hurry though. He can be forgiven.”

“I’m sure you’ll be eager enough the next time his mouth is on your dick.”

“Most likely.”

They fall into a comfortable, companionable silence. Kurt’s mind begins to wander.

Into dangerous territory.

He glances at Blaine, whose back is to him where he sits at his desk. His blazer is tossed on the back of his desk chair and Kurt can see that his roommate is clad in only a pair of gym shorts and a tight, white t-shirt. His legs are tucked up under him (probably because his feet can’t reach the floor properly, Kurt giggles internally) and…

Fuck, that shirt is far too tight across his back. Kurt can see the muscles working in his shoulder as Blaine reaches over to flip the page of his textbook. Blaine turns his head to peer intently at the text. His profile is shadowed by the desk lamp, the only light on in the dorm room.

“Are you a top or a bottom?”

Oh my god. Oh my god, Kurt thinks. Did he really just ask that? Out loud? To Blaine? Did he really – oh fuck. Fuck, why, why the hell – fuck.

Blaine pauses for a long moment before turning to Kurt.

“I prefer to top. But I do enjoy bottoming as well. Why?”

Okay, the awesome part of this seriously awkward situation is the fact that Blaine answered his question. The shitty part of this seriously awkward situation is the fact that Kurt has to come up with a reason for wanting to know this information without saying, “I keep imagining you in various sexual situations and sometimes I jerk off to these images in the shower.”

Kurt shrugs. “Just curious, I guess.”

“Have you been…curious for a while?” Blaine wonders with a lift of his eyebrow.

“No,” Kurt lies smoothly. “We were just talking about sexual things and I started to wonder. I didn’t mean to offend-”

“No that’s – no, you didn’t offend me. It was just a really random question. No offense taken.”

Kurt nods, though he isn’t quite sure why, and turns his head to stare at the ceiling.

“And you?” Blaine prods. “Top or bottom?”

“Bottom mostly,” Kurt says, attempting to be suave about it even though his dick is beginning to twitch in his trousers. “But I’ve topped a few times and liked it well enough.”

Out of the corner of Kurt’s eye, he notices that Blaine doesn’t stop staring at him.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

“Hm,” Kurt mutters because isn’t sure what to make of this. But then another question comes to mind and he figures why the hell not? “Did you – I mean was Thomas your first?”

“Yes.”

“So he’s – he’s the only-”

“Yes.”

Kurt sits up. For some reason he needs to ask this question. He needs to.

“Can I ask you something…personal?”

“As if asking me whether I prefer to top or bottom isn’t personal,” Blaine smiles.

“Y-yeah. You’re right. Sorry, I’ll shut up now.”

“Kurt.”

“What?”

“Ask your question.”

Blaine, as if to show he’s fully committed to the conversation, stands, turns, and straddles his chair so that he’s facing Kurt completely.

Kurt swallows and looks down at his lap.

“Have you ever…since you’ve been with him, in a relationship, I mean…have you ever had thoughts about someone else?”

“You mean feelings for someone that isn’t my boyfriend?”

“Not necessarily, um, feelings,” Kurt says slowly, picking at his nail. “Just…thoughts.”

“You’re talking about sexual thoughts?”

“…Yeah.”

“Well there are plenty of guys who I think are really good looking. And sometimes I wonder if like, I don’t know, if they’d look good naked. But I don’t really let myself think beyond that.”

“Because it’s wrong. Because you’re in a relationship.”

“They’re just thoughts, Kurt. There are billions of people in the world. It’s okay to be attracted to other people besides the one person you’re dating.”

“But you don’t let yourself do it.”

“I try not to. That’s me, though, I’m not everyone else.”

“Right, yeah,” Kurt says before falling silent, ignoring Blaine’s stare.

“Are you – are you not interested in Brandon anymore?” Blaine hesitates to ask.

“No! I mean – wait, no that’s not the issue. I’m still interested in him, definitely.”

“You just have thoughts.”

“Yeah.”

“About anyone…in particular?”

Kurt’s head snaps up because he thinks he’s caught, thinks Blaine knows everything and all the things he’s been imagining. But Blaine’s face is very hard to read at the moment. He doesn’t look sad or pitying, he doesn’t even look curious. He’s just staring, waiting for an answer.

“Not really,” Kurt finally responds.

“Then I think you’re okay.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Kurt mumbles. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Okay. I might for visit Thomas for a while after I finish this assignment. I’ll be back later.”

“Sure,” Kurt says, climbing off his bed to find clothes to change into after his shower.

He’s just about to turn the shower off when he hears the door open. Panicking, he turns too quickly in the shower that he knocks over Blaine’s shampoo and it clatters to the bottom of the tub.

“Shit – Blaine?” he asks loudly.

“Is that who you want me to be?” a deep voice asks before Brandon pokes his head around the shower curtain.

“Oh my god,” Kurt breathes in relief, placing the shampoo bottle back in its corner. “You scared the shit out of me. Sometimes Blaine has to pee while I’m in here but he usually knocks first.”

“Ah,” Brandon nods. “Come here.”

“Let me-”

“Kurt. Come here,” Brandon says again and that’s when Kurt notices how dark Brandon’s eyes are, how deep his voice resonates in his chest.

Brandon grabs Kurt’s wrist and gives a gentle tug, urging him out of the shower while the water still runs hot. Kurt relents, their eyes locked, and he climbs out of the tub. He’s soaking wet. His skin is slick as Brandon drags two strong hands down his sides and shoves him against the wall. Kurt sighs as his dick begins to harden. Brandon presses himself close, headless of Kurt’s wet skin and nudges his knee between Kurt’s legs.

“I missed you,” Brandon breathes into Kurt’s ear before licking a long, wet trail over Kurt’s neck and his shower-warm skin.

Kurt moans, thrusting lazily against Brandon’s thigh. He opens his eyes briefly and that’s when he realizes that the bathroom door isn’t completely closed.

“The door – Blaine will-”

“Blaine’s not here,” Brandon whispers, pressing his thigh against Kurt’s dick. He presses hard and Kurt whines into Brandon’s shoulder, fingers clawing at his boyfriend’s back as if willing him closer.

Oh, right. Blaine would be at Thomas’, he said he was going there. Just as well because Kurt was fully hard now and Brandon was pressing against him so firmly and the shower was still running and it was so warm in here and he was sweating but the open door lets in cool air and un-fogs the mirror and –

There was a flash of movement.

Brandon licks at Kurt’s warm, naked skin. His fingernails leave vibrant, red marks down Kurt’s chest and stomach as he drops to his knees. Kurt moans when Brandon takes his dick into his mouth but his eyes are locked on the mirror, where he can see through the crack from the open door. The light in his dorm room is off but something – something…

“Fuck,” Kurt groans when he feels the head of his dick press against the back of Brandon’s throat.

His head drops, wet hair dripping on the top of Brandon’s head where he’s on his knees, sucking hard. Brandon’s thumbs are grinding into his hip bones and Kurt’s head falls back against the wall again.

When Kurt opens his eyes, Brandon flicks his tongue over the head of his dick and Kurt sees another set of eyes through the mirror, peering through the darkened crack in the door.

The eyes in the mirror are hazel, almost gold. Kurt knows those eyes, he knows them well. They stare intently into Kurt’s through the reflection and Kurt thinks he’s never seen those eyes look quite like this. They give way to a shadowed face.

Blaine.

Brandon swallows him, moaning around Kurt’s dick, sucking and sucking and swirling his tongue around the head. Kurt’s stomach tightens, his wet hair is plastered to his sweaty forehead but he can’t take his eyes off Blaine’s in the mirror. The light in Blaine’s eyes has dimmed to an ember; they burn into Kurt’s mind, they’re dark, they’re hot and suddenly their gaze leaves Kurt’s eyes and they travel down. Blaine stares, soaking up the image of wet, naked Kurt getting head from his boyfriend. Kurt shoves his fingers into his boyfriend’s hair, hair so dark and in this humid little room it’s almost curly, the way Blaine’s is after he showers and oh – fuck – right there –

He looks down to see Brandon peering up at him with green eyes, not hazel, and no, no, no, his head snaps up to see Blaine still staring at him, eyes locked on his once more, so beautiful, so hot and he loses it completely.

“Bl –”

Kurt has to bring his fist up to his mouth and bite his knuckles to keep from screaming Blaine’s name instead of Brandon’s as he comes. He comes hard down his boyfriend’s throat, eyes squeezing shut, legs trembling, and his heart thumping wildly in his pale, heaving chest. Brandon pulls away from his slowly softening dick and wipes at his chin.

“Whoa,” Brandon says quickly because Kurt’s legs give out and he slides down the wall. “I’ve got you, Kurt, I’m here.”

Kurt is shaking. It almost feels like he’s still coming. Brandon helps him settle on the bathroom floor and Kurt finally looks back up into the mirror.

The eyes are gone.

Kurt wants to cry because he’s never come so hard in his fucking life.

When Kurt says goodbye to Brandon later that night, Blaine walks in just as Brandon leaves. Kurt, tucked securely in his bed, wonders if he had been imagining the entire incident in the bathroom. Blaine undresses down to his underwear and flips off the light.

“Night, Kurt,” he says.

“Night,” Kurt replies weakly.

He hears Blaine climb into bed and he hears him sigh into his pillow. Kurt reaches above him to grasp his phone from his desk, preparing to set his alarm for the next morning.

He has a new text message. From Blaine.

It reads:

You’re gorgeous when you come.