Chapter 39

"Mrorororow!" Kurt wailed, lying on his back and pawing at Sam's hair when he poked his head over his.

"Oh shut up." Blaine chuckled playfully. Tina Fey whispered something about stabbing chicken with sharpies on the big screen and Kurt spun onto all fours and hissed.

"What's got your balls in a bunch?" Puck asked. Kurt glanced at Blaine, who nodded.

"I don't like Steve Carell." He explained, shrugging. He crawled over to Blaine and sat on his heels, nuzzling his nose into his knee and smiling.

"Have you been working out?" Blaine asked curiously, his hand trailing down across Kurt's stomach. Kurt shivered and his eyes fluttered closed. "You look… different." Kurt shrugged and made a happy hmmm noise.

*break*

"Master?"

"I told you you can call me Blaine honey. What is it?"

"What if I like calling you Master?" he asked playfully.

"Well then call away." Blaine chuckled.

"Okay. So anyway, I was wondering something."

"I'm all ears."

"Um… well… how do I, uh, how do I say this…"

"Babe, just say it. Whatever it is, it's fine."

"?" he spoke fast enough that Blaine couldn't understand him.

"Pardon?"

"Can we… um, if it's okay with you of course, can we have a… threesome?" Kurt mumbled into his chest.

Blaine grinned. "Oh really now? With who?"

"Um… Sebastian? Or Sam? I dunno." He shrugged. "Whatever, forget about it."

"No, I won't forget about it." He put a finger under his chin and pulled him up to look him in the eye. "Look, it's not like it's some crazy thing no one thinks of. As far as whom, it could be Rachel for all I care."

"Not happening. Ever." Kurt mumbled.

"It depends on what you want." Blaine continued as if he hadn't interrupted. "Another Dom or another sub?" He pulled Kurt closer and whispered in his ear. "Sebastian and I could fuck you until you're filled to the brim with cum, begging us to let you release. Or you could watch me fill Sam's tight ass while he swallows your cock."

Kurt shivered and buried his face in Blaine's shoulder, trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck. Blaine started kissing where his neck met his shoulder and he felt him smile.

"Of course that's only one scenario." He said casually, as if talking about the weather. "Whatever you choose to do, I'm fine with it." He assured again, pulling back to kiss him soundly.

*break*

Later that week he Sam and Puck were all sprawled out on Kurt's bed in the room he'd stayed in for his first two months here, now more of a guest room than anything.

"Sam, Noah, can I ask you guys a, completely hypothetical, question?"

"Um, sure?" the blonde shrugged, looking confused. He closed his history book and looked at Kurt expectantly, as did Puck.

"Would it… would it make things awkward between us if I had sex with Sebastian?" he rushed out, not looking up. Puck and Sam glanced at each other, trying not to laugh.

"Not at all." Puck answered, barely hiding his chuckles. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason." Kurt squeaked, horrified he had even asked.

"Oh my god he wants a three way!" Sam finally burst, hiding his face in the blanket as he laughed, tears welling in his eyes.

"I- I do not!"

"Oh, he's so cute." Puck cooed, grinning like an idiot.

Kurt hid his face in his knees. Sam rubbed his shoulder and tried to stop his giggles. "Babe, relax. We don't mind, honestly. I mean, how do you think the three of us have sex?"

"Uh, take turns?" Kurt squeaked, still not showing his face.

"Sometimes." Sam admitted, before winking at Puck. "Most times we end up making a Puck sandwich though."

"Kurt, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." Puck promised, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from where he was hiding his face. There was a shrill beeping noise and Sam dug into his pocket, turning off the alarm on his phone.

"I gotta go to work." He sighed. Puck frowned.

"When are you gonna tell him?"

"Soon, I promise." Sam whispered, giving them each a one armed hug. Puck continued to frown, but hugged him back tightly. Kurt decided not to ask what all that was about, and the two continued doing homework for another half hour.

"No, Noah. I've told you this a hundred times. You multiply the total by point twelve, not twelve." Kurt explained, yet again, writing the correct answer beside his.

"Why?" Puck whined.

"Because that's how much tax is! If they got your tax by multiplying everything by twelve we'd all need to be millionaires!" a chuckle sounded from the doorway and both boy's heads snapped up to see Sebastian standing at the door, a smirk painted across his face.

"Having fun?" Sebastian asked, running a hand along the back of Puck's neck. The mowhawed boy smiled softly.

"No. Kurt's a math genius but he acts like I'm stupid." He pouted dramatically and both Sebastian and Kurt laughed.

"Well what do you say I save you from the math monster?" Sebastian asked, smiling brightly. Puck nodded eagerly and launched himself off the bed, effectively bouncing Kurt in the air as he did.

"Where're we going?" Puck asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He was acting entirely un-badass, but couldn't bring himself to care. "And don't you dare say it's a surprise or I'll sucker punch you." He threatened.

"Well if you're gonna hit me, I don't know if I should take you anywhere." Sebastian teased. Puck flinched forward like he was aiming for Sebastian's stomach and he laughed, bringing his arms up to protect himself. "Fine, fine, I'll tell you!" he surrendered. "We're going to a strip club." He smiled proudly. Puck looked confused.

"But you hate naked girls." He said as if it should have been obvious.

"Which is why we're going to a mixed club." Sebastian explained simply.

"But there's only one club like that anywhere near here…" Puck mumbled to himself, before looking nervous. "Um, let's just stay home. I mean, I'm kinda tired, I just wanna lay in bed with a nice book."

"Well that didn't sound like a lie at all." Sebastian said sarcastically, crossing his arms. "What's going on Noah?"

"Nothing!" Puck yelped urgently. Sebastian quirked a brow at him but didn't say anything. They stared each other down for a few moments before Puck sighed. "Let's go." He surrendered. He packed up his things and bid goodbye to Kurt.