Okay. So. Right.

That happened.

Blaine jerked him off last night, Kurt thinks as he lies in bed the next morning. Blaine jerked him off and neither of them had been drunk.

Which makes it worse, of course.

Blaine’s currently draped over him like a starfish, snoring softly into Kurt’s ear.

Truthfully, Kurt feels terribly fucking guilty. It shouldn’t have happened again. Nothing should have happened between them in the first place. The worst part is that…it felt so very right. Both times.

Kurt angles his head, watching Blaine as he sleeps. He wishes he was asleep right now too so that he didn’t have to think about all of this so early. It’s not even nine yet and already Kurt’s moral center is eating away at his thoughts and bashing his conscience.

Blaine snuffles in his sleep and cuddles closer.

Fuck. Kurt groans audibly. Not only is Blaine Anderson hot as hell but he’s also too adorable for words. It’s just not fair.

“...uzzit?” Blaine grumbles at the sound of frustration Kurt had made.

“Morning,” Kurt greets flatly.

“Mmm, sleepy.”

“Will you be sleepy when I say you jerked me off last night?”

Blaine cracks an eye open against the morning sunlight. “Oh. Right.”

“Mhmm.”

Blaine says nothing in response, but he stretches lazily, making a noise like a cat. Kurt watches, mesmerized by the sight of his shirtless roommate, which is ridiculous because he’s seen Blaine shirtless plenty of times before the slept together.

“My shirt’s covered in your come, isn’t it?” Blaine asks tiredly.

“Yeah. You used it to wipe my stomach and your hand last night before we fell asleep.”

“Ugh, I hate laundry.”

“Blaine.”

“I know,” Blaine sighs, sitting up. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Why did you – last night, why did-”

Blaine looks down at him, expression unreadable. “I heard you. And you sounded so…so turned on, so hot for it, for something. I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know, I just…couldn’t. I had to uh, help.”

Kurt nods decisively.

“So we pass it off as me being horny and you being generous.”

“…Yes.”

“Sounds good to me,” Kurt says, yawning.

He knows they should discuss the issue more. He knows they can’t keep doing this. He knows they can’t keep creating more secrets to hide. But honestly he’s tired of trying to make sense of it all. Kurt argues internally with himself over the issue often enough that a simple explanation (even if said explanation is faulty, untrue, or incomplete) is good enough for him at this point.

“And we probably shouldn’t let our boyfriends suck our dicks again while we’re sitting next to each other,” Kurt adds quickly.

“Yes. For sure.”

Kurt slips out of bed and heads for the shower.

It won’t happen again.

It won’t.

“You forgot about the Spring formal?” Brandon asks him that next Monday at lunch. “But it’s this Friday!”

“I’ve been preoccupied,” Kurt says tiredly, purposefully avoiding Blaine’s gaze.

“But what are you going to wear?” Brandon wonders in a panic.

“…You’re seriously assuming I can’t whip up a perfect outfit in five days? Your confidence in my abilities is so inspiring.”

“Right,” Brandon mumbles. “Sorry. But we’re still going, right?”

“Of course we’re going,” Kurt says with a kiss to Brandon’s cheek.

“Good,” Brandon smiles, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist. “I can’t wait to dance with you.”

“Me neither.”

Kurt quickly catches a glimpse of Blaine, who averts his gaze and smiles kindly at Thomas who was speaking animatedly about one thing or another.

Yeah. Dancing with Brandon will be fun.

Wednesday evening, Kurt returns to Dalton late. He had to drive to Lima to retrieve the suit he had worn to his father’s wedding so he could wear it to the Spring formal dance on Friday.

He climbs out of his car, tired from the long, late drive and drapes the suit pieces over his arm. He sighs heavily, making his way from the parking lot toward the dormitory. He’s ready to sleep. Brandon had been nagging him about the dance for the past three days, though he didn’t know there could be that much to worry about. The dance was here at Dalton so they didn’t have to worry about transportation. Kurt had the suit, Brandon was taking care of his own attire, and they didn’t have to do anything other than show up to the damn dance.

Kurt’s just about to pull open the door to the dorm when he hears something…familiar.

A moan.

Curiosity officially piqued, Kurt tip toes past the main door and heads for the corner of the building.

“Nngh, harder!”

Kurt covers his mouth with one of his hands.

The voice definitely belongs to Thomas.

When Kurt finally peeks around the corner, he sees the back of Thomas’ head, blonde hair nearly silver in the moonlight. He’s got his face pressed up against the wall of the dormitory and his Dalton trousers and his underwear are pooled around his ankles.

Blaine’s behind him, pants undone, blazer and standard issue, white button-up open as he fucks Thomas into the wall. His palms are splayed flat against Thomas’ back as he thrusts into his ass relentlessly. He kisses the back of his boyfriend’s head and then he –

He turns and meets Kurt’s gaze.

Kurt remains completely still, but he knows that Blaine recognizes him, even in the moonlight. Blaine pauses mid-thrust, eyes wide and his breathing seems to get caught in his throat. Thomas pushes back, impaling himself on Blaine’s dick and Blaine seems to remember he’s got a job to finish. He resumes fucking him but his eyes never leave Kurt’s.

Resting his head against the edge of the wall, Kurt doesn’t stop watching. He’s turned on. He’s captivated.  He's...jealous. Maybe. He’s sickened at himself for this, for watching something that should be intimate, something between lovers but he can’t help himself.

Blaine presses his cheek against the back of Thomas’ head to keep him from looking in Kurt’s direction.

His hand twitches, as if he wants to reach toward Kurt.

He doesn’t. Looking almost frustrated, he removes one hand from Thomas’ back and slips it around to his stomach to pull him closer, to fuck him harder. He quickens his thrusts and groans loudly into the night.

Kurt wants to moan with him.

Instead, he reaches a hand between his legs to adjust his sudden, aching erection in his pants.

Blaine notices the movement, hips stutter, and he comes almost immediately.

Kurt only stays long enough to see Blaine come down from the high.

By the time Blaine returns to their dorm room, Kurt is curled up in bed on the verge of sleep.