"Ugh."

"Make it end."

"Is that your phone or my phone?

"Make it end!"

Kurt and Blaine were curled in a tangled ball of warmth on Blaine's bed, clad in only their underwear, and no longer able to sleep through the grating sound emanating from across the room. Kurt was finally able to identify the phone as his and, grumbling, began to extricate his limbs from Blaine.

Blaine whined and tightened his grip on Kurt, pulling him closer.

"Don't leave."

"But I have to make it end."

"Just ignore it. It will stop. You're so warm."

"Blaine..."

But Blaine was right. The phone did stop. For a minute. But just as Kurt sighed and began to melt back into Blaine and sleep and everything nice, the phone began to shrill again.

"Why did I choose that ring tone? It sounds like Linda Perry being electrocuted."

Kurt pulled himself free before Blaine could stop him, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He jumped to his feet as Blaine made a clumsy attempt to grab him around the waist and pull him back.

Blaine made a whiny noise like a petulant child. "I want my Kurt," he groaned sulkily.

Kurt couldn't help but smile. "You'll have your Kurt in just a moment, sweetie. I just need to see who in their right mind has been blowing up my phone at this ungodly hour. It had better be important."

Blaine groaned again, but smiled into his pillow. Kurt had called him Sweetie.

Kurt stumbled over to his overnight bag, and reached into the pocket of the jeans folded on top. The phone had stopped ringing again, but he checked to see who had been calling.

Four missed calls from Noah Puckerman. What the fuck?

Kurt knitted his brows, and was then hit with an unpleasant thought.

Finn!

Kurt instantly hit redial, chewing on his knuckle nervously.

"Man, Finally! I've been trying to-"

"Is Finn okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, I think so. Why? What's wrong with Finn?"

"That's what I'm trying to ask you!"

"How the hell would I know? It's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. Uh, you do know that, right, Hummel?"

"What? Yes! I – so, this isn't about Finn?"

"No. Why would I call you about Finn?"

"Why would you call me about anything? Is everyone else okay?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so...I think I heard that Artie sprained his ankle hiking or something...or wait, no, that doesn't make sense. Maybe it was-"

"Puckerman, why are you calling me repeatedly at seven in the morning on a Sunday?"

"Kurt, you know you're my boy, right?"

"Are you drunk?"

"Man, you've got to tell me how you did it."

"Did what?"

"Don't play cute with me, Hummel. How the hell did you score an invite to a Lila Anderson party?"

"Pardon?"

"Her parties are, like, legendary, dude. And she seriously has bouncers at the door and everything. How did you get in?"

"Bouncers? Noah, I don't think-"

"I've tried to crash before and it's never worked. Me! And here you are, and no offense, but you're pretty much a total loser-"

"A loser that got personally invited to a party where you weren't wanted, apparently."

"Exactly my point. How did you do it?"

"You're calling me at seven in the morning to ask how I got invited to a party."

"A Lila Anderson party."

"Have you completely lost your mind?"

"Kurt, this chick invites people the day of the party, and you have to be friends with her on Facebook and everything, and her privacy settings are really high. Plus, I heard she goes to some fancy east coast college now, so she only ever has them in the summer anymore. Could you help a brother out here?"

Kurt sighed, but smiled to himself as well. This was actually kind of delicious.

"Noah, Blaine is Lila's brother."

"Who the hell is Blaine?"

"Who the – Blaine, Puckerman. Blaine, who sang lead in every Warblers performance you ever saw? Blaine, who took me to the prom? Blaine, with whom you've personally interacted on numerous occasions? Blaine, my boyfriend for the past five months?"

"Oh - you mean that dude you were making out with in the pool?"

Kurt felt his blood suddenly run cold.

"What?" He very nearly hissed.

"Man, I didn't realize you were nailing Lila Anderson's brother. Shit. You know, I've always liked that Blaine kid. You should probably tell her that I said-"

"Puckerman, go back. What – how – let's start with how you even know I was at this party."

"Kirky, man."

"What did you call me?"

"Not you. Kirky. You know – Aaron Kirkpatrick. Graduated last year? On the hockey team?"

"Uh..."

"He posted some totally awesome vids on Facebook from the party. There's this one where these three chicks-"

"Puckerman."

"What?"

"What did...ah...Kirky...say about me?"

"Nothing, man. Like I said, he just posted some vids. You know, I'm not usually into watching dudes make out, but-"

Kurt felt the blood drain from his face. He dropped the phone.

"Oh my God."

He stood, frozen, trapped somewhere between screaming bloody murder and crawling under Blaine's bed and curling up in a fetal position. He could still vaguely make out Puck's voice nattering away from his phone on the floor. He picked up the phone, pulled out the battery, and dropped it again like it was burning his flesh to touch it.

Kurt took a deep breath and looked around the room wildly, spotting Blaine's laptop on the desk. He ran over to it. Password protected. Shit.

"Blaine." Blaine appeared to have fallen back asleep, so Kurt got up, went over to the bed, and shook him.

"What – I – Kurt, what are you doing? I don't wanna-"

"Blaine, what is your computer password?"

"What?"

"Blaine, NOW!"

Blaine sat up, blinking. "Kurt, what's wrong?"

"Please just tell me your password, so I can see exactly how wrong it is. I can't believe this is happening!"

"Can't believe what's -"

"Blaine. The password. Please."

Blaine blushed and looked down at his hands.

"It's, uh, BlackbirdKurt. All one word."

At any other time, this would have made Kurt's heart flutter, but this was exactly the wrong time to be presented with any sweet little bit of cuteness. Kurt simply pounded the password in, and swiftly made his way to Facebook. Luckily, he was able to access Aaron Kirkpatrick's page through Puck's, and there it was.

Right under "Three hot chicks make out" was a video titled "Two hot dudes make out." Aaron Kirkpatrick had introduced it by writing, This is for you, ladies, so you can't accuse me of being sexist.

With shaking hands, Kurt lifted the laptop off the desk and brought it over to Blaine. Blaine looked at him questioningly, but Kurt simply sat beside him, and sighed deeply.

"Blaine, I think this might be bad," he said, and pressed play.

The video started with Blaine and Kurt in the shallow end of the pool, dancing to the Black-Eyed Peas while guzzling their drinks. They would come together and kiss, then move apart to dance, then sort of grind into one another, then break apart and laugh. The video wasn't entirely focused on them at this point, as there were others dancing in and around the pool as well.

But then Kurt took Blaine's drink from him, and put both of their drinks to the side of the pool. He moved back to Blaine and pulled him by his shirt, and the kiss he gave him was anything but sweet or cute. Their arms wrapped around each other tightly, and they looked like they were trying to devour each other alive. Kurt's hands slipped to Blaine's ass, and then he began kneading it while Blaine began to slide Kurt's shirt up his back...

Kurt's eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched the video, gasping when he saw how utterly lewd he looked squeezing Blaine's ass like that. He glanced sideways at Blaine, who looked completely transfixed.

Whoever was filming had decided to focus in on Kurt and Blaine at this point, and the camera zoomed in, showing their lusty expressions and the movements of their tongues in greater detail. Blaine peeled Kurt's shirt completely off, and Kurt whispered something to Blaine, who laughed, and then removed his own shirt as well. He balled up both garments together and threw them far off-screen, pulling Kurt to him again and moving them deeper into the water and toward the edge of the pool.

Blaine pushed Kurt against the edge, and everything got way more intense. The person with the camera was really pretty close now, and the boys' moans could be very vaguely made out, which means they were probably being pretty loud (Kurt blushed furiously when this horrible realization hit him as he watched).

The pool's underground lights didn't offer the modesty that Kurt-the-viewer had desperately hoped they might, and it was entirely clear that his legs were wrapped around Blaine's waist, that they were grinding together, that Blaine's hands were slipping inside of Kurt's shorts.

Oh dear God.

And in the video, they were sucking and licking and kissing at one another's necks and ears, hands moving across backs and chests and butts. Thankfully, the words they were clearly whispering to one another amongst all this weren't loud enough to actually hear, because chances were neither one of them was waxing poetic about the other boy's eyes.

At one point, Blaine looked directly at the camera and then seemed to actually start grinding into Kurt even harder, Kurt throwing his head back and making a very audible and very obscene noise. And then they were kissing again, open-mouthed and messy.

They kept at it until it pretty much seemed like they were actually about to start fucking. The comments and noises coming from the growing crowd around the videographer were downright frightening – people were whooping and cheering and screaming for them to take it off, and fuck him! You know you want to! Fuck his brains out! Suck his dick! There were also more than a few voices – mostly female, by the sounds – that kept yelling some variation of "This is so fucking hot!" And then there were the comments about how hot Kurt and Blaine were themselves, both as individuals and as a couple. One girl loudly described exactly how many people she would be willing to kill to have a threesome with them right now.

Kurt's cheeks were on fire. He had remembered bits and pieces of everything he was seeing, and watching it actually brought a lot more of the details back to him, but he had no memory of the crowd's reaction. He had simply remembered that they were there.

Thank God, he thought, when video-Kurt and video-Blaine seemed to come to an agreement and disentangled, Blaine leading Kurt by the hand into shallower water. When it became clear that they were planning to leave, the crowd began to boo and hiss, shouting their annoyance. One loud male voice yelled that they were a couple of little cockteases.

Kurt blushed again when their video counterparts climbed out of the pool, full-blown erections unmistakable against the clinging fabric of their soaking-wet shorts. Hand in hand, the boys proceeded to run in the direction of the house.

The scene faded...but...there was still 30 seconds of video left.

"What the...?" Kurt murmured softly, still unable to move or react in any way.

The scene resumed outside Blaine's bedroom door.

"Holy shit," Blaine breathed, watching the video with wide eyes.

The door didn't open. Thank fuck the door didn't open. But with the very small crowd around the door breathing as quietly as possible, and the music from the party thrumming decidedly in the background, the sounds of Blaine fucking Kurt were ringing out clear as a bell. And there was Blaine, groaning how good Kurt felt, and there was Kurt, begging Blaine to go faster, and calling out yes yes yes yes...and then their screams – God, were they really that loud? – When they came.

And then the video was over.

And so, Kurt believed, was his life.

Blaine closed the laptop and gently put it on the floor next to his nightstand.

The two boys sat in silence for a moment. Then their eyes met, and Blaine hurled himself at Kurt, lips hungry and hands roaming.

"Blaine!" Kurt screeched, shoving him back hard. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Blaine just stared at him, eyes glowing with lust.

"Don't tell me it didn't turn you on to watch that."

"Oh my God, Blaine, are you serious? I'm mortified! This is on the internet! The internet, Blaine! Think for a minute! My life is over - everyone at school is going to see this. Half the world could end up seeing this! This could ruin my career on Broadway! This could-"

He stopped in amazement, because Blaine was laughing.

"Oh, I'm so glad you think this is funny," Kurt spat.

"Kurt I-" Blaine forced himself to calm his giggles. "Kurt, I'm sorry. No, it's not really funny, but – I mean, these things happen. School doesn't start for another month, and I'm sure everyone will have forgotten by then-"

Kurt snorted at this.

"-and do you honestly think that a video of you making out with your boyfriend at a party in high school could ruin a stage career? If anything, it might help."

"Blaine, this is humiliating. What if Finn sees it? What if Mr. Scheuster sees it? Oh God, what if my father sees it?"

"Do you really think Finn, your father, or Mr. Schuester would watch a video on Facebook entitled "two hot dudes make out"?

Kurt sighed. "I suppose not. I just...I can't believe someone filmed us like that. It's so sleazy."

"Well, yeah, it is. But..."

"But?"

"It really didn't turn you on even a little bit?"

"I..." Kurt looked at Blaine and swallowed. This really wasn't something he wanted to admit to.

"Because, you know...I certainly don't mind other people knowing how sexy my boyfriend is, and how good he makes me feel..."

Blaine moved closer, his mouth against Kurt's ear, "...and how good I make him feel," he whispered. "And the sounds he makes...the look on his face when suck on his collar bone..."

Blaine proceeded to move his lips to the spot just below Kurt's collar bone that Kurt enjoyed so much.

"Blaine," Kurt groaned, "Please don't tell me we're going to start having sex in elevators because you get off on the fear of getting caught..."

"No," murmured Blaine against the flesh of Kurt's neck, "but I do think we should make the best of a less than ideal situation. You looked so hot pushed up against the side of the pool like that..."

Kurt surrendered. "Yeah, you looked pretty hot too," he admitted. "It's so different...watching you kiss me."

"Mmmm...watching you lick me..."

"Watching you move against me..."

"And all those people, they saw how hot you were too," Blaine rasped. They wanted you."

"They wanted us. But they knew they couldn't have us. They knew you were mine."

Blaine growled at this, and pushed Kurt down on the bed. "Mine," he echoed, straddling Kurt and capturing his mouth in a heated kiss.

"You're mine," Kurt breathed again, when Blaine moved back to his neck. "No matter how much they want you, I'm the only one who can touch you."

"I love touching you."

"I love touching you."

They made short work of their underwear at that point, moving against one another hungrily.

"I want to make you scream," Kurt breathed. Blaine groaned.

Kurt reached to Blaine's bedside table and grabbed the trusty bottle of almond oil, drizzling his fingers.

"Yes," Blaine whimpered when he saw what Kurt was doing. "Oh God, yes."

Kurt began to stroke Blaine gently between his ass cheeks, slowly lengthening his strokes to graze over Blaine's balls, across his perineum and his entrance, all the way to the base of his spine.

Blaine melted.

"I love that I know just how to make you fall apart," Kurt moaned, Blaine writhing against him in pleasure and anticipation.

"You do," Blaine murmured. "You're the only one I want touching me."

Kurt wound his middle and forefinger together and lazily slid them inside of Blaine.

Blaine gave out a cry of pleasure and pushed back against Kurt's fingers, whimpering for more.

"Can we try it...a little bit different this time?" Kurt asked, his voice thick with lust.

"Yes," Blaine managed in a shaky whisper.

Kurt kept his fingers where they were, sitting up and using his free hand to nudge Blaine until his intention became clear, and Blaine was on his hands and knees. When he had him exactly where he wanted him, Kurt began to move his fingers just the way Blaine liked.

Blaine pushed back against him, panting and giving little cries, his arms giving out when Kurt reached for his prostate.

Kurt paused. "Too much?" He whispered.

"N-no," Blaine choked out. "Not enough. Kurt..."

Kurt laughed softly and slid in two more fingers, fucking Blaine gently with his hand while his thumb stroked his perineum.

Blaine whimpered and shakily raised himself onto his elbows, pushing back against Kurt's fingers desperately.

And then Kurt's fingers were gone, and as much as that pained him, Blaine knew what it meant, and it was mere seconds before he felt the head of Kurt's oil-slicked cock at his entrance.

Blaine pushed back as Kurt thrust forward, and they both gave strangled cries at the newness of sensation that this angle created. Kurt held Blaine's hips and began a slow, steady rhythm, throwing his head back and groaning with delight.

Blaine was muttering a string of nonsense beneath him, and Kurt sped up, leaning forward and licking down Blaine's spine.

It felt amazing. It always felt amazing. And Blaine was right, there was nothing to be ashamed of, because Kurt was proud that this gorgeous man was his, that Mr. Suave-and-Charming to the rest of the world was on all fours for him, whimpering and begging Kurt to fuck him harder.

And Blaine loved that Kurt, always so prim and collected, was holding his hips, sweating and grunting and driving into him. And he was proud that he could make Kurt push his own boundaries, take control, lose himself in the moment.

And losing himself in the moment was exactly what Kurt was doing right now, as he arched his back and pounded into Blaine with reckless abandon, groaning in a deeper voice than Blaine thought was possible, moving his hands to Blaine's thighs and kneading the quivering muscles that turned him on so fucking much. He slid his right hand around to the base of Blaine's cock, and began pumping in time with his thrusts.

"B-Blaine, come with me," Kurt groaned raggedly.

Blaine thrust back against Kurt with everything that he had, Kurt's cock sliding against his prostate so beautifully, Kurt's grip on his cock so firm and perfect.

Blaine's muscles tensed around Kurt, and with three final strokes and thrusts, they were coming together.

And just as Kurt planned, he was making Blaine scream. And Blaine was making him wail.

Blaine began to topple forward, but Kurt caught him and gently nudged him to the side so he didn't land in a puddle of his own come.

Not that Blaine was in any state to notice at the moment.

Kurt fell to the side as well, landing partially on top of Blaine, panting steadily. They gave themselves the customary moment to catch their breath before attempting speech.

"Mmmm. Kurt, that was-"

"Yeah. It was. That was fantastic."

"Maybe we should make a copy of that video...so...you know..."

Kurt laughed. "Okay, but next time we make a video, I don't want an audience. Before or after the fact."

Blaine's eyes snapped open.

"Next time?"

"Well...we could. If you want to. I did...kind of like watching us."

"I loved it. It was so hot."

Kurt kissed Blaine's temple and moved to get up.

Blaine groaned. "Why are you always leaving me alone in this bed?"

"And why are you always such a drama queen? I'm just getting something to clean us up."

Kurt went to his overnight bag and pulled out a box of wet wipes.

"I actually meant to bring these out at the beginning of the weekend but...uh...I kept getting distracted."

Blaine smirked. "By what, pray tell?"

Kurt sighed. "Oh, just some randy little imp with an overdeveloped sex drive."

Blaine laughed. "You're the imp. Look at you. You even look like an imp."

"Oh? You like getting fucked by an imp, do you?"

"I love getting fucked by an imp. It's my favorite thing in the world."

Blaine's phone buzzed on his desk, signaling a text message. Kurt grabbed it on his way back to bed and handed it to Blaine. Blaine opened his inbox while Kurt gave a quick wipedown to both the sheets and Blaine's body.

"Oh, God," groaned Blaine, holding the phone out to Kurt.

It was from David.

I was going to ask why you didn't invite me to Lila's party, but after seeing your little YouTube performance, I'm pretty grateful you didn't. I especially liked the part where you smiled for the camera.

"It's on YouTube? And now David's seen it, so everyone at Dalton...oh, God, my life is over."

Kurt laughed. "But Blaine, school doesn't start for another month. Surely everyone will have forgotten by then," he said sweetly.

Blaine glared at him. "You are so evil."

Blaine's phone buzzed again. Once again, it was David.

And bro? It's up to 746 hits already.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other.

"Maybe we should just turn our phones off for awhile," Blaine said.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea," Kurt agreed.