“Hey, Kurt, I’m heading to the garage for a bit, they need me to go over some stuff from when I was in DC,” Burt said, sticking his head through the door to Kurt’s room.

Like requested, Kurt and Blaine were lying on Kurt’s bed finishing their respective homework assignments with the door halfway open.

“Okay, Dad, see you later,” Kurt said, looking up from his textbook briefly, before returning to scanning the pages.

Burt stood in the doorway for a second longer, fiddling with the baseball cap on his head before saying, “Carole will be home in two hours, so… be good, boys.” With that he backed out of the doorway, making his way down the stairs before calling out, “See you later!”

Blaine looked back down at his notes as he heard the front door slam shut, but suddenly they were gone from his view. Kurt had picked up all of their textbooks and papers, and was now dropping them unceremoniously to the floor.

“Hey!” Blaine said, looking up at Kurt. “What are you-,” but he couldn’t complete his sentence before Kurt was pulling Blaine up by his forearms and wrapping them around his own waist.

“Kiss me, instead,” Kurt said, and his eyes were so mischievous that Blaine had to give in, kissing him hard, sucking on his bottom lip and teasing Kurt’s tongue out into his mouth. He dragged his hands around Kurt’s waist, holding him tight against himself, so that he could feel every small exhalation that Kurt released when he sighed into Blaine’s mouth.

Kurt’s hands were traveling up and down Blaine’s back, before moving up to wrap in the small curls that would never hold in their gel at the base of Blaine’s head. Blaine moaned as Kurt tugged on them gently, before moving his hands to the bottom of Kurt’s sweater, lifting it to slide his hands underneath the material. Blaine could feel the strong muscles of Kurt’s back shifting under his touch as he ran his hands along his spine. Then Kurt’s mouth started the descent down Blaine’s jaw to his neck, and Blaine gasped, digging his nails into the skin of Kurt’s back.

Kurt groaned and threw himself backwards onto his bed, dragging Blaine on top of him. Blaine had to say that he very much enjoyed this new position, because he could suddenly feel every involuntary thrust and roll of Kurt’s body against his own, and he hastened to return the pressure, feeling Kurt growing harder in his pants.

Blaine groaned as Kurt pushed up into him again, and the pleasure began taking over his senses. Suddenly the clothes separating them seemed impossibly thick, and Blaine knew he had to feel Kurt’s skin against his own; the lines of Kurt’s muscles under his fingers. He made quick work of Kurt’s shirt, helping him wriggle out of it while maintaining their horizontal position, before taking off his own shirt. He felt overwhelmed by Kurt’s kisses, like any second away from his lips was a lifetime, and he rushed to reattach his lips to Kurt’s.

Kurt immediately opened Blaine’s mouth with his lips, before thrusting his tongue in, drawing a long moan from Blaine. His hands were running along Blaine’s back now, stroking languidly up and down. Then, all at once, Kurt’s hands were cupping Blaine’s ass, digging into the flesh hard, and squeezing.

“Kuuuurt,” Blaine cried out, pushing back into the pressure. At Blaine’s reaction, Kurt began kneading into the muscle, and Blaine could feel himself getting impossibly more turned on by his enthusiasm.

“Blaine, I love your ass,” Kurt whispered into Blaine’s ear, “I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time. When you wear those tight pants…” Kurt trailed off, moving his lips to nip lightly at Blaine’s neck instead. Blaine groaned at his words, and started moving his hips faster against Kurt’s, his breaths coming in pants now.

Blaine knew that Kurt had been building up to this moment for a while now, and it seemed funny to him that he could suck Blaine off, but it had taken this long to feel out Blaine’s ass. Blaine couldn’t deny that he had spent many of Mr Schue’s booty camp lessons simply watching Kurt’s butt as he danced along to the beat, and so it made him smile to know that he hadn’t been alone in his staring. His thoughts, however, stopped there when Kurt thrust up hard and let out a high cry, and Blaine was forced to concentrate on not coming in his pants.

Kurt’s hands lifted up to the waistband of Blaine’s jeans, and dipped underneath, before pulling out completely, and going straight for Blaine’s pants button. He undid it easily, rolling the pants down and off, before rolling them over so that he could take off his own.

Their underwear was soon discarded as well, and they were still thrusting against each other, but now Blaine could really feel the heat and hardness of Kurt’s cock against his own. Kurt’s hands were wandering down Blaine’s back and to his ass again, and suddenly a thought occurred to Blaine, and it was so tempting that it completely took over his mind.

Blaine ripped his mouth away from Kurt’s and slowed down his thrusting, pulling back to look into Kurt’s eyes.

“You can touch me there if you want,” Blaine said, his voice coming out rough and low, surprising him with how turned on he sounded. He saw Kurt’s eyes darken, even as he made a questioning noise from the back of his throat. “You can finger me,” he elaborated, pushing back into Kurt’s hands as if in explanation. “If that’s something that you wanted,” he finished, feeling slightly self-conscious all of a sudden, but he could see the effect that his words were having on Kurt.

“I want to,” Kurt said, “I really want to try, if you’re okay with it.” Kurt’s hips were moving against Blaine’s again, slowly, almost as if Kurt hadn’t noticed the movement.

“I’m more than okay with it,” Blaine said, and rolled off of Kurt quickly, before pulling at Kurt’s arm to move him on top of him.

“Okay,” Kurt said, and leaned down to put a kiss against Blaine’s lips before moving back again just as quickly. “We need lube,” he said as explanation, reaching into his nightstand to retrieve a bottle, still wrapped in plastic, and obviously never opened. Kurt quickly removed the plastic, and opened it to remove the seal, before looking up at Blaine nervously.

“You’ll tell me if I’m doing something wrong?” Kurt said, and Blaine immediately sat up and moved to sit next to his boyfriend, rubbing a hand along his back.

“Kurt, don’t worry about this,” Blaine said softly. “I trust you completely, and I’ll talk you through it if you need me to.” Blaine paused before adding, “I’ve done this to myself quite a few times, Kurt.”

Kurt looked up at Blaine in interest, giving him a look that Blaine could only describe as smoldering, before leaning in and kissing him fiercely. They kissed like this for a while, before Blaine felt the need growing white hot inside him again, and he moved back along the bed to lean against the pillows. Kurt whined at their separation, and followed Blaine down the bed, his hand moving down Blaine’s stomach and finding his cock, firmly fisting it and making Blaine moan.

Blaine knew that if they were going to do this, they had to do it now or he wasn’t going to last at all, so he bent his knees around Kurt, and shifted his hips so that he was in an easy position. He grabbed Kurt’s hand from his cock, but couldn’t hold back a discontented noise when the amazing friction on his cock stopped.

“You ready?” Kurt asked, already moving his hand out of Blaine’s grip, and reaching for the bottle of lube.

“Yes,” Blaine said hurriedly. “Please, Kurt, do it now.”

Blaine closed his eyes against the desperation growing inside of him, and jumped a bit when he felt a lubed finger trail down his thigh towards his hole. When the finger began tracing around the opening he couldn’t hold back a sigh.

“Oh, Kurt, feels good,” Blaine moaned, and opened his eyes to see Kurt staring at him, a smile playing on the corner of his lips.

Kurt added a little pressure and the finger toying at his entrance dipped in slightly, thrusting in and out a bit before Kurt slowly pushed it all the way in. Blaine moaned at the feeling, already anticipating a bigger stretch.

“Is this okay?” Kurt asked, still pushing his finger in and out of the tight ring of muscle, moving it in circles to stretch out the walls around it.

“Mhm, you feel amazing, Kurt. Your fingers are longer than mine; I can feel you so deep,” Blaine said, and started moving his hips against the thrusts of Kurt’s finger. “Can you add another?” Blaine needed more already, and he wanted to show Kurt how to find that bundle of nerves inside him that turned his skin to fire.

Kurt obliged by pulling his finger almost all the way out, and moved another finger to join it. Blaine groaned loudly at the intrusion, loving the way that the stretch felt, making the heat in his belly expand and grow. More than that, this was Kurt opening him up, touching him in such an intimate way, and it made him ache.

Kurt was watching the scene unfold with wide eyes; his pupils dilated so widely that Blaine could only see a small ring of the bright color. He thrust his fingers in faster, spreading and twisting until Blaine was moaning loudly, and his eyes snapped shut against the pleasure.

“A little bit further, Kurt, you’re so close-,” Blaine cried out loudly as Kurt’s fingers brushed over his prostate; apparently Blaine hadn’t needed to help Kurt find it at all, because his long fingers were now brushing back and forth over the nerves and Blaine couldn’t breathe. The pleasure was racing through his veins, and Blaine knew that he couldn’t stop the near constant stream of moans pouring out of his mouth.

“Yes! Kurt, don’t stop, oh, Kurt!” Blaine’s hand had come to his own cock, fisting it hard and fast. Blaine could feel himself thrashing underneath Kurt, his head moving uncontrollably from side to side, his thoughts limited to Kurt, and Kurt’s fingers, and Kurt’s body over his.

He shuddered against the stretch as Kurt added a third finger, not stopping the thrusting of his fingers, breathing out, “God, Blaine, you look so amazing like this.”

Kurt moved Blaine’s hand out of the way so that he could move his other hand over Blaine’s cock, and Blaine immediately felt the pressure coil too tightly, and with another brush over his prostate Blaine came hard, shooting come onto his own stomach and shouting Kurt’s name.

Kurt continued to move his fingers in shallow thrusts, until Blaine lifted a hand and placed it over it over Kurt’s wrist, stopping the movement. Then Kurt pulled his fingers out, and Blaine couldn’t even make a noise of protest, the bliss still too strong to allow the hollow feeling he normally experienced after fingering himself.

“Wow,” Kurt’s voice came from next to him, where he was now lying pressed into Blaine’s side, “That was so hot.”

Blaine opened his eyes to look at Kurt next to him, and smiled, “That was amazing.”

Then he saw Kurt moving his hand over his still hard cock, and Blaine rolled over.

“No, let me,” Blaine said, trying to fight the post-orgasmic calm his body had settled in, and moved down Kurt’s body.

“I’m really close already,” Kurt said, trying to wave Blaine off, but Blaine’s lips had already found the head of Kurt’s cock, and he started bobbing his head over it, sucking hard, and it wasn’t long before Kurt was crying out and coming in Blaine’s mouth.

When he had licked Kurt completely clean, Blaine moved up and wrapped Kurt in his arms.

“That really was great, Kurt. Thank you.” Blaine said earnestly.

“I know,” Kurt said, his voice coming out slightly muffled against Blaine’s chest. Then he pushed himself up to look at Blaine and said, “I want to do it again. If you’re okay with it.”

“Right now? Sure, just give me a minute,” Blaine said, adding to the comment by pinching Kurt’s side lightly and making him squeal.

“No, not what I meant,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes, but then continued, “But I’m taking your enthusiasm to mean that you really did enjoy this.” Kurt said this last part with a look of pure marvel on his face.

Blaine pulled Kurt back down onto his chest and smiled against his hair. “My reactions didn’t give you a clue? This is all I’m going to be thinking about for a while.”

Blaine could feel Kurt’s smile against his bare skin.

Blaine’s thoughts were drifting back to the dream he was having before he was rudely forced into consciousness by his alarm clock. He couldn’t quite remember the details, but he would gladly go back to bed to figure them out.

Instead he was standing in line at the Lima Bean, having left extra early to get a much needed coffee fix, and pick up a surprise nonfat mocha for his boyfriend. Blaine tried to force himself to wake up a bit by focusing on the display case. Hmm, was it too early for biscotti?

Blaine was ripped from this thought as tall figure suddenly entered his line of sight.

“Blaine, I didn’t know you’d be here this early. I see the boyfriends not around. I’m not surprised; he couldn’t really keep up with us at Scandals, could he?”

“Sebastian,” Blaine said curtly. He really had no problem with Sebastian personally; he seemed like a nice guy and he was obviously well liked by the Warblers, even if he was little crass. Regardless, Blaine’s relationship with Kurt came first, and it was obvious that Sebastian’s continued presence was making Kurt incredibly uncomfortable. Blaine couldn’t have that.

The perfect excuse to get away from Sebastian finally appeared when the woman in front of him moved away from the counter and the barista looked at Blaine expectantly. He stepped around Sebastian and placed his order.

It did not work exactly to plan, however, because as Blaine moved to wait for his order, Sebastian casually followed him, leaning back against the counter and leveling his gaze on Blaine.

“Blaine, I had a really good time at Scandals the other night, and I didn’t see you after, but I came to see West Side Story. You were incredible. Just as good as the Warblers said you would be.” Sebastian said all of this staring straight at Blaine, and he couldn’t help but feel happy at the praise from his former teammates.

“Thanks, Sebastian, it really means a lot that you guys would come out and support me,” Blaine said honestly. He hoped that Sebastian would take his words back to the Warblers for him.

“Once a Warbler…hey?” Sebastian said with a smile. “But that’s not really why I came over to talk to you.” Blaine’s smile dropped slightly as Sebastian’s face returned to the predatory look that he was learning to recognize. “I want to take you out again. Just you and me this time, no third wheel.”

“Listen, I’m really grateful for you taking us out and for supporting the show, but…Kurt’s never going to be a third wheel. He’s my boyfriend, Sebastian. I love him. I’m sorry, really, but I can’t hang out with you if you’re going to keep making passes at me. It makes me uncomfortable, and I’m sure Kurt would be really unhappy about it.” Blaine tried to keep a determined expression, but ended up trying to lighten the air a bit by smiling apologetically at Sebastian. It seemed oddly unnecessary because he looked completely unruffled.

“Okay, Blaine, I get it.” Blaine looked at him hard, as if by staring he could pull the truth from Sebastian’s lips. “Really,” Sebastian implored, “Maybe I’ll have a relationship like that one day, and I’ll understand. Until then,” Sebastian paused, “I’d still like to hang out with you, Blaine. I’ll see you around.”

With that, Sebastian moved from the counter, and Blaine noticed his and Kurt’s coffee where it had been hidden behind him. He suddenly remembered that he had to head to school, and he was definitely going to be late. Crap.