Kurt awoke to his phone buzzing, and he lifted his head from the pillow. Blinking the sleep away, Kurt yawned and stretched his arms above his head. "Mm...?" He reached for his phone and saw a text from Blaine. Smiling, he opened it, Thank you for last night. I cant wait to Skype you again. I love you.

He giggled and blushed, pulling the blankets up his naked body. Setting his phone aside, he scooted off his bed and lifted his robe from one of the hangers next to his bed. He dropped his blankets and looked at his pink body. His nipples were still rosy and pointed, and his cock was smeared in come. Wrapping himself in his robe, Kurt stood and winced as his bottom throbbed. He and Blaine had been having Skype sex constantly over the past few nights, and he didnt want to stop, but he didnt like having to waddle everywhere because he was sore.

Tying his robe, Kurt carefully walked over to his closet and opened the doors. He was thinking about visiting some theatres to see if anyone was casting for a musical, so he had to pick something that was professional but very casual and approachable. He decided on a white pencil skirt and a cream blouse with sparkles sprinkled on it.

He carried his outfit into his own bathroom across the hall and he fixed himself a bath. After the steaming water filled the tub, Kurt slid out of his robe and he poked the water with his toes. "Mm... that feels good." He sank into the water and closed his eyes. He missed being held in Blaines arms when they took baths together and feeling his gentle hands caressing and soaping him, but he liked the heat of the water and the way it soothed him.

Rubbing the soap on his skin until he was pink and shiny, Kurt shyly lowered the soap between his thighs. He slid it up and down his length, moaning as he slowly got hard. "Blaine..." he whispered, imagining it was Blaines slippery, soapy fingers stroking him. "Oh, Blaine."

He rubbed the soap up and down the bottom of his length, feeling his sac bounce against his fingers. Spreading his legs, Kurt wrapped his fingers around his length and he pressed the tip of his fingernail to his slit. "Blaine... oh... harder... harder..."

Pre-cum dribbled from his tip and he slicked up his cock with the sticky liquid. Pressing on his soft skin, Kurt cried out when he hit a sensitive spot, then he wondered if Blaine knew about his sweet spot. "Mm... Oh, Blaine!"

He came in the water and he sank deeper as an orgasm took control of his convulsing body. Shuddering, Kurt moaned and clamped his thighs around his leaking cock. "Oh!" He closed his eyes and sighed again, then he looked down at the white mess floating in the water. He helplessly giggled. "What would Blaine think of me if he could see me?"

Restarting his bath, Kurt drained the water and filled the tub again. He finished shampooing his hair and washing his face, then he finally stepped out and dried off. He stood in front of the mirror and dropped his towel to the floor. Combing his fingers through his hair, Kurt sprayed it so it wouldnt fall flat. He slid his legs into his skirt and he zipped it up at his hips, then he tugged his blouse over his head. Quickly pinching his cheeks to give them a natural blush, Kurt opened his makeup bag and swiped his lips with gloss. After he dried his hair with a blow dryer, he sprayed it again.

Satisfied with his appearance, Kurt waddled out of the bathroom and returned to his bedroom. He grabbed his phone and his purse, then walked downstairs. "Aunt Laurice?" he called, glancing in the kitchen for her.

She was standing at the counter, pouring milk into a bowl of cereal. "Yeah, sweetie?"

"Im going out for a while." He smiled at her. "Im looking for someone whos casting for a musical. How do I look?" Twirling for her, he showed her all sides of his outfit.

"You look like someone anybody would want to cast in his musical." She grinned, coming out of the kitchen and pulling him into her arms. "I would tell you good luck but you dont need any. Youre the most talented boy in all of France. Be careful walking around the city. Dont talk to any men... theyll try to come onto you."

"Ill be careful." Turning around, Kurt opened the door. "Thank you!"

"Let me know how things go at every place you see!" She called after him.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, Kurt waddled off his street and headed for the inner city, where most of the theatres were. He hummed as he went, watching for street signs and any theatres that looked appealing to him. Many of the men he passed glanced twice at him, so Kurt held his left hand in front of him to make sure his engagement ring was very visible.

Several of the theatres he walked by already had shows listed, so he looked for any casting signs. Remembering Brodys offer about seeing his theatre and how he had mentioned being asked to be a lead role, Kurt wondered if that musical was still casting. He tapped his chin as he glanced around for any signs for the Rogue Theatre, but he must have still been far from it because he couldnt see anything about the theatre.

Kurt spotted a man, probably in his mid-twenties, selling flowers on the sidewalk, so he walked up to him. "Excuse me, do you know where the Rogue Theatre is?"

The man grinned at him, pointing out to the left, "That way... turn right at an apartment complex. Its on the road down there." He pulled a flower from his pile and held it out to Kurt, "Does the pretty boy want a flower?"

Kurt blushed and pursed his lips, "Oh, thats very sweet of you, but Im engaged." He held up his left hand. "Thank you for the directions."

Turning away from the man, Kurt kept walking in that direction. He found the theatre eventually, a pretty, red building with an intricate design on the front. Pushing through the doors, Kurt was instantly greeted by people rushing around and shouting out that they needed to see someone on stage immediately.

"Hm..." he spotted Brody by one of the stage doors, his mouth on another boys. The boy was shrilly giggling and shuffling his feet at whatever Brody was telling him. "Brody!"

Brody glanced up and his eyes narrowed at Kurt. "Sweet cheeks..." he murmured, peeling off his newest victim and prowling toward Kurt. "You never called me."

"Im sorry," Kurt sincerely said. "Ive been so..." he blushed, "busy with my fiancé... and Ive been spending time with my aunt."

"Your aunt I can forgive." He grinned, "Ill see about this fiancé of yours."

Kurt glanced at the boy behind Brody, "I wasnt interrupting, was I? I can come back another time. There was another theatre about a block away that was casting."

"No," Brody slung his arm around Kurts shoulders, "you werent interrupting anything." He pointed at the boy he was kissing, "Consider him a prop. Hes trying out for Beauty and I was seeing how our chemistry is. Its pretty bland." When Kurt looked over his shoulder at the boy and mouthed an apology, Brody grabbed his face and turned it, "So, youre trying to get cast in a musical? Wont be hard for you. Youre beautiful, talented... any guy would be crazy to not go absolutely nuts over you."

Kurt blushed again and put a little distance between him and Brody, "Is your musical casting?"

"Yeah. Were having auditions right now." Brody opened the stage door and pushed Kurt inside, and both of them saw a girl singing on stage. "Oh... they definitely wont take her." He sat down in one of the back rows, and Kurt perched beside of him.

"Why not?" Kurt chirped quietly, "Shes very good."

"Her posture is all wrong." Brody pointed out, "She has a zit on her face thats the size of my thumb. Her teeth are crooked."

"Oh." Kurt looked at Brody, "Do you think I could try out?"

"Sure... come on." Grabbing Kurts wrist, Brody yanked him from his seat and pulled him up to the front of the room. "The musical is Beauty and the Beast... if you havent figured it out. I know some dick from New York tried to get you into a Beauty and the Beast movie with him, but this is different. Youll like working with me. Im not an asshole who will insult you." Grinning, he pushed him up to a table of judges. "Hey... this is Kurt Hummel. He wants to try out for the part of Beauty."

One of the judges glanced up, and she raised her brows at Kurt, "Oh... well... its very nice to meet you, Kurt." She poked the judge beside of her, "Look at him. He has the perfect face. Do you have any experience in singing or dancing, Kurt?"

"Yes." He smiled, "Ive been in a musical before, and Ive taken dance classes from Madam July."

"Okay," the judge on the other end of the table snapped his fingers, "get off the stage. Were not going to take you for the role."

The girl who had been singing looked devastated, and she hurried off with tears in her eyes. "Oh..." Kurt whispered, "that poor girl. Wont they give her a smaller role, even if they dont want her for Beauty?"

"Nope." Brody led him up to a stairway to the stage, "They have other less talented people for those roles. Come on, just get up there and sing."

Nervously stepping up onto the stage, Kurt winced as a spotlight hit him. He walked to the middle of the stage and looked at the rows of seating that stretched so high up he could hardly see the back rows. Balconies hung on both sides of the building. Heavy curtains waved from either side of him. He remembered being on a Broadway stage, but he also didnt. It felt different now... like something was missing. He looked down at Brody, who gave him two thumbs up, and he suddenly wanted it to be Blaine instead.

One of the judges tapped his microphone, "Whenever youre ready, Mr. Hummel."

Closing his eyes, Kurt let the words fall out of his mouth, "I dont know why Im frightened... I know my way around here..." He lifted his lashes and stared at the judges, who were watching his every movement. "The cardboard trees, the painted seas, the sound here. Yes, a world to rediscover... but Im not in any hurry and I need a moment."

Glancing up at the ceiling with an amazing painting of a scene from Romeo and Juliet on it, Kurt flicked his eyes to the impressive and colorful balconies. None of it struck him as fascinating or breathtaking anymore... and he didnt know why. "The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways. The atmosphere as thrilling here as always. Feel the early morning madness. Feel the magic in the making. Why, everythings as if we never said-" Kurt stopped singing when one of the judges held up his hand.

"Thank you. Our rehearsals start in two weeks." was the only thing he said. "Well contact you with more information later."

"Im Beauty?" Kurt whispered, but they ignored him.

"Sweet cheeks, you got the part!" Brody held his hand out, and Kurt let him help him off the stage. "You know, I have no idea why I didnt get Beauty. I mean... look at me, Im gorgeous. It must have been my hot, muscular body that threw them off." Lifting his shirt, Brody fondly stroked his abs.

"Id like to go home now to tell my aunt." Kurt slipped out of Brodys grip. "It was nice seeing you again-"

"Wait, you cant leave yet." Brody grabbed him back. "I have to show you your dressing room and give you a script. Besides... dont you want to practice our chemistry?" He puckered his lips at Kurt.

"No, thank you." Kurt shook his head.

"Oh." Curling his lips, Brody guided him down a hallway and showed him a door with a star on it. "Here you go. Well get your name up there eventually. And..." he pushed open the door and led Kurt inside, picking up a script that was lying on the table. "theres your script. Meet me up for lunch sometime. We can go over our lines together."

"No, thank you, Brody." Kurt said again. "Thats a very polite offer but Id rather just see you at rehearsals."

"Because youre engaged and you dont want to be alone with me?" Brody frowned. "Well, then, this is the wrong musical for you. It is a romance, you know."

"I can ask for them to take out any kissing scenes." Kurt smiled, unaware of the damage he was doing to Brodys masculine pride.

Brodys frown severely deepened until he almost looked wounded, "Right. But rehearsals only last a few hours. Were going to need to see each other outside of rehearsals if we want to get our lines right... that means the emotion behind them, not just memorizing them."

"Ill practice with my fiancé." He sat down at his vanity. "Im sorry, Brody. My fiancé means everything to me and he wouldnt like it if I was going out to lunch with other men."

"Whatever." Brody rolled his eyes. "You know, your fiancé doesnt have to know everything. What happens in France can stay in France. Boy... when that dick from New York called you a prude, he wasnt-" he cut himself off before he hurt Kurt. "Just... whatever."

"Brody, youre being very mean." Kurt frowned at him, "Please respect my fiancé."

Brody held up his hands, "My bad. Look... Ill leave you alone since you obviously cant stand to be around other men. But just get this... Brody Weston always gets what he wants, and Brody Weston doesnt like rejection." Crossing his arms, Brody stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

Kurt jumped at the loud sound. Wondering what he did wrong, Kurt pursed his lips then looked around his dressing room. Bulky dresses were hanging from hangers in the back of the room and different tones of makeup were stacked on his dressing table. Picking up one of the lipsticks, Kurt opened it and rubbed it against his bottom lip. "Im coming out of makeup..." Kurt sang softly to himself, standing and heading for the dresses. "The lights already burning... Not long until the cameras will start turning..."

Pulling a ball gown from the dresses, Kurt held it up to his body. Black streamers dangled down the layers of fluffy fabric, waving and moving as he spun around with the dress. "And this time will be bigger and brighter than we knew it. So watch me fly, we all know I can do it. Could I stop my hands from shaking? Has there ever been a moment with so much to live for?"

He glanced up at the mirror and saw himself with the dress against his body, and without the black streamers it almost looked just like a wedding dress. "Blaine!" Kurt chirped, pulling his phone from his pocket. "I have to tell him first!"

He dialed Blaines number and held the phone to his ear, and he smiled as he heard Blaines voice, "Hi, sweetheart."

"Blaine!" Kurt bounced on his toes, "Im so happy you picked up! I have great news!"

"What is it?" Blaine sounded somewhere between concerned and amused. Kurt winced as he heard a big clunk in the background, "Dammit."

"Whats wrong?" Kurt peeped. "Did one of the babies fall?"

"No, theyre fine." Blaine breathlessly laughed, "I was building the swing set for the babies and it fell apart... again. But tell me your news. Whats going on? Whatd you stick your nose into this time?"

"I got a lead role in Beauty and the Beast!" Kurt squeaked, bouncing again. "Im playing Beauty... Im so excited."

"Im so proud of you, Kurt." The smile in Blaines voice was obvious. "Who is... playing the Beast?"

"Oh, you dont have to be jealous." Kurt put the dress back and walked into the hallway, "I know how you get, and I dont want to kiss other men... so Im asking them to take out any kissing scenes."

Blaine blew out in relief, "Good." There was another clunk and Blaine noisily swore.

"Blaine, have you looked at the directions?" Kurt helplessly giggled. "And be careful not to smash your fingers with the hammer! I like your fingers."

"You just like where I can put my fingers." Blaine chuckled. "And, yes, I looked at those stupid directions. I didnt understand them so Im doing this on my own."

Kurt laughed aloud when there was another bang, "Ill let you try to stand the swing set up, at the very least, before something falls and hits you on the head. Try not to get hurt. Will you Skype me tonight?"

"Whenever you want." Blaine promised. "Can you wear your lacy panties again? I really liked those, Kurt."

"Sure." Kurt giggled, blushing.

"Ill see you tonight." It sounded like Blaine kissed the phone. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too!" Kurt squeaked, clicking the call off and hurrying-he waddled as fast as he could-out of the theatre. He had to tell his aunt the great news... and avoid Brody. For whatever reason, Kurt felt very uncomfortable around him now.

Blaine plopped on the ground and stuck his nose in the directions, scrubbing his forehead as he tried to understand. "What is the thin rope?" He growled at the piece of paper. "All of the rope is the same size!" Crumpling the directions up, Blaine threw them aside and heard Hunter gurgle. He looked up at his babies, who were lying on a blanket nearby, and both of them smiled at him. Hunter batted his fists at the piece of paper as if to mimic Blaine.

"Dont smile at me right now." Blaine muttered to them, grabbing the nearest piece of wood. "Where does this even go?" Behind him, there was a bang so he glanced over his shoulder to see that his fifth try at getting the swing set up had collapsed. "Oh, fuck!"

Hunter gurgled again and his smile widened. Blaine glared at him, but was interrupted by another person approaching. "Hey... can I help?"

Blaine looked up at Finn, "If youre going to be as much help as that instruction manual, then no."

Finn grinned at him, taking the random piece of wood, "Give me that. Watching you put this together was pathetic. Its like youve never held a hammer. Didnt you and your dad used to work on cars together?"

Blaine glared at him, "I said we did. I never said I was good at it. Besides, this isnt a car! This is a bunch of wood and ropes that arent going together."

Snorting, Finn went up to the pile of wood on the ground and smirked. "Heres your problem. You have the connector nailed in the wrong way. Itll make that side of the swing set unstable-"

"Just fix it." Blaine snapped.

Laughing, Finn reached in the toolbox and grabbed a clamp. He pulled the bad nail out and laid the piece of wood the right way. "Blaine... I didnt just come out here to help."

"What?" Blaine sat down on the babies blanket and he patted Archers belly. Archer hiccupped and smiled at him.

Screwing in a new nail, Finn muttered, "I took your advice about Rachel."

"You talked to her?" Letting Pavarotti climb onto his fingers, Blaine set him on his shoulder and felt him yank his hair.

"No." Finn shook his head. "I realized that I dont want her... so I didnt talk to her. I... moved on. I slept with someone... I dont think the relationship will last. Actually, Im sure of it because he didnt give me his number-"

Blaines eyes flew open wide, "His? Finn, you slept with a guy? Are you crazy? Youre straight!"

"Thats a little stereotypical coming from you, Blaine." Finn muttered, and Blaine rolled his eyes. "I... was messing up with girls. None of my relationships have lasted. And you werent having a good time with girls, either, so I thought Id do what you did and try guys-"

"Try guys?" Blaine repeated again. "Finn, I never tried guys. Kurt wasnt some experiment. I fell in love with him."

"Okay, fine, so you didnt try guys. Im sorry, that was a bad way to say that." He held up his hands, "But it worked between you and Kurt. So I thought if I..." he looked for a new way to word it, "went out with guys... it might work for me, too. And I liked it, Blaine. It freaked me out a little at first but it was really good. And I want to do it again."

Blaine grimaced, "Gross. Finn, you cant sleep with a bunch of random guys. Just because you think youre gay or bi or whatever doesnt mean you have to jump in bed with every gay guy you see." Sighing, Blaine rubbed his nape, "Look... if you want to... be this way... thats fine. But youre going to be just as miserable with guys as you are girls if you sleep around. Find a guy who can make you happy."

Finn stared at Blaine, his lips parting and his throat moving as he swallowed, "Okay... um... you want to work on this with me?"

Blaine arched a brow at what Finn was doing, "I dont want anything to do with that."

"Its easy." Finn smiled at Blaine, "Come on, Ill show you what to do."

Rolling his eyes, Blaine moved next to Finn. "Okay... what?"

Finn handed a hammer to Blaine, "You can bang that." At Finns crude wording, Blaines head snapped up and he stared at Finn. "I mean the nail. Sorry... Im not trying to make gay references."

Blaine shook his head, "Straights use that, too, Finn." Hitting the nail Finn pointed to, Blaine tried to ignore the way he felt Finns eyes on his hands. What, now that he thought he was gay or bi or something like that he was obsessed with the way other gay men, including Blaine, moved? Blaine shook that gross thought out of his head.

Finn laid a hand on Blaines shoulder, "Youre really good with your hands... but try to line it up-"

"Finn, please stop talking." Blaine demanded, moving out of Finns grip. "I... think Im going to take the babies inside. I have to make their bottles." Getting to his feet, Blaine walked over to the babies and bundled them up in their blanket. Everett hopped off the blanket and onto Blaines foot.

"Will you be back?" Finn sounded almost desperate.

Blaine threw a quick glance over his shoulder, his brows furrowed, "No... I wont be back. I have a Skype date with Kurt."

"Okay," Finn got back to hitting nails.

Raising his brows at Finn, Blaine carried the babies inside. "Hunter, I hear your stomach growling so Ill make your bottle first." Blaine told the gurgling baby as he yanked at Blaines bowtie and put his mouth around it. He looked back at Finn once before he shut the door and he was alarmed to find his brown eyes staring up at him. Finn quickly looked back down, and Blaine slammed the door shut. "What is his problem with me?"

Putting the babies on the counter, Blaine started preparing Hunters bottle and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Kurt..." he whispered, his hands trembling at the thought of the pleasure he would be getting in just an hour, not only from their sex but from seeing Kurts pretty face. "Kurt... my sweetheart..."

Kurt turned on his laptop and called Blaine on Skype, and in moments the camera clicked on. Blaine was lying in bed, his hair dripping from a recent shower. Not a strip of clothing covered him. "Oh, Blaine!" Kurt giggled and hid behind his blanket. "Youre making me blush!"

"I love your little panties." Blaine muttered, "Lower the blanket. I want to look at you."

Putting the blanket down, Kurt spread his thighs and let Blaine stare at his lacy panties. "These ones are pink. Do you like the pink?"

"I love the pink." Blaine agreed, smiling at Kurt. "Tell me more about your audition. What song did you do?"

"Mm, it was one of my favorites. As If We Never Said Goodbye." Blushing, Kurt whispered, "Blaine, can you spread your legs a little? I want to see." After Blaine lifted his knees and opened them, giving Kurt a good view of his puckered hole and bulging sac, Kurt continued with his story, "I think the judges liked it. They didnt say much about it but... Blaine, Im so happy. Itll give me something to do when we cant talk, and then Im going back to Vogue in a week."

"Kurt, Im really happy for you." Blaine grabbed his cock and squeezed.

"What have you been doing to keep busy?" Kurt murmured, trying to keep his eyes off of Blaines attention demanding cock. "Oh, how did the swing set go? You didnt smash any fingers, did you? Ill blow them kisses if you did."

"No..." Blaine held up both hands and wiggled his fingers, "but... this fingers a little sore. Must be from masturbating too much."

Kurt laughed and blew Blaine a kiss, "Does it feel better?"

"Yes." Blaine smirked.

Giggling, Kurt hooked his fingers into his spankies and tugged them down a little, "I took a bath today and thought about you. I spent my entire bath rubbing myself and had to refill the tub to finish cleaning because I came in the water."

"Thats so hot, Kurt." Shaking his head, Blaine ran a hand down his chest and grabbed his cock again, "Why dont you show me what you did? Ill show you how I masturbate in the shower."

Smiling, Kurt reached between his thighs. "I said your name a lot... because I wanted it to be you washing me."

"Say my name now." Blaine whispered.

Stroking his cock up and down, Kurt moaned, "Oh, Blaine..."

Blaine convulsed, "Kurt... Kurt... I love you."

"I love you, too..." Kurt tossed his head back and rubbed his weeping tip.