Im sitting on Finns bed, tossing around words and ideas in my head. I tap my pen against my notebook. I scribble out a few words I already had written down and change them to something more colorful. This is what I do most days when Im not out with Sebastian or having late night Glee practice. I just sit at Finns, or somewhere peaceful, and write. When I write its really the only time Im untroubled. Other than that I am a pretty hard-pressed character.

"Hey, Kurt," Finn says, shutting his bedroom door. "My mom says shell make you breakfast if you want any."

I shake my head. "No thanks, Im fine, I went and got a donut before I got here."

Finn laughs. "A donut isnt much."

Smiling, I shake my head again, "Itll last me until lunch."

He walks over and sits beside me, poking my stomach. "I hope so. Youre a tiny shit already, if you get any smaller youll shrink."

Its a possibility.

********

"Finn if your mom wasnt as old as she is Id bang her," Puck announces at lunch.

I throw a fry at him. "Youre nasty," I grumble, glancing down at my burger. I put it down, only half-eaten, on the plate and grimace. Im still hungry but my appetite is ruined.

"What?" Puck shouts.

"Youve been with older! Thats insulting." Artie cuts in. "Why are we even friends with you?"

Puck sits in thought for a moment. "Is it because Im a sexy ass beast?"

"Hardly," Artie mutters, rolling his eyes. No pun intended.


Mercedes, Rachel, and Tina join us and the rest of lunch is spent talking about costumes for the pep assembly.

*******

Sebastian shows up to my house around eight. Unannounced. Of course, he got slightly tipsy and insisted that we go back to my place. Which is where were headed right now, its close to ten-thirty, which means my dad is still awake and that I have to sneak my boyfriend in.

Sebastian takes my free hand and he pulls me towards the familiar path to the basement window. "Kurt, come on, hurry the fuck up," he hisses, dropping down to his knees and opening my window. He slips in first before, not-so-gently, helping me through. When we are safe inside my room he shuts the window and pushes me back towards my bed.

"Wait, stop," I mutter, holding up my hand.

He looks pissed now. Oh great...

"Kurt, what the fuck?" he growls.

I move from underneath him and throw my bag to the floor, walking over to my desk. "I dont want my step-brother walking in on us," I mutter, writing, DONT DISTURB on a post-it note. "Or my father for that matter." I then walk over to my bedroom door and open it, slipping out quietly. I open the other door that leads down to the basement and stick the note on the outside, shutting it softly.

When I get back into my bedroom Sebastian is already undressed and advancing on me. Im slightly afraid for a moment but let that fall away as his lips crash to mine, arms wrapping around my waist. Were on my bed the next second, both of my hands pinned above my head by one of his and his free hand is working on my belt then pants and boxers. I help as best as I can, not trying too hard or hell get pissed off. Sebastian likes to do everything his way. And getting me undressed is something major, interrupt that and... I dont even want to explain.

He lets go of my hands and I immediately grip his shoulders as he thrusts into me. No preparation, lube, not anything. I bite down on my lip, if I show any sign of pain hell make it worse.

"Fuck, Kurt, when are you not tight?" he groans in my ear, pulling out and thrusting in again.

My eyes fall shut, legs wrapping around him and our mouths connect harshly. I push my tongue against his, arching up into his quick thrusts and moaning into his mouth. His fingers squeeze my hips, lips leaving mine to trail kisses down my neck. "Seb! Please..."

I can feel his smirk on my skin, hips ceasing movement, "Please what?"

I run my hands down his back. "Harder," I get out. "Please, fucking harder."

He chuckles. "You know I love it when you beg."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I grunt and beg a little more for his sake.

He finally complies and the next sound I hear is the thud of my headboard hitting the wall. He pulls out and goes harder again, nearly knocking my head into the headboard as it hits the wall again. He begins rocking into me, over and over, harder than before, and I tangle my fingers in his hair. Hes panting and sweating, nearly ready to cum. "Fuck, Kurt, fuck..." he groans, hitting my prostate dead on.

Another thrust, Im spilling between us, desperately stroking my cock. Sebastians hips twitch and he presses a kiss to my forehead, pulling out. By the time Im done cleaning myself up he is dressed and walking over to the window. "Ill see you soon," he says, smacking my ass.

"Just be careful."

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I will," and then he opens the window. "You need to stop worrying, I can take care of myself, you know?" He disappears out the window.

As I lock the window my first thought is I need some food. I cant say Im at all surprised when I open my bedroom door.

My step-brother is sitting on the floor, staring up at me and yeah... he should probably close his mouth. Turning around I run a hand through my hair, walking back into the room. No movement or anything from him. I stop and turn my head slightly, smiling lazily, "Are you coming in or what?"

I hear him stuttering as I fling myself onto the couch. "Freak you out?" I ask.

His head shakes vigorously. "I-I c-couldve just paid attention t-to the note."

I giggle. "You could have," I reply back. "But wheres the fun in that?" Okay, so, maybe Im possibly checking him out now and I didnt expect to find what I did. Well, at least hes not a homophobe.

Blaine blushes as my gaze comes back up.

I roll my eyes, lifting up my hand and beckoning him over with my index finger. He walks over and once hes in front of me, I raise up, cupping his face in my hands. "Dont worry, kid. Im not going to tell on you," I get out. I dont give him time to answer before I press my lips to his briefly, adding only slight pressure.

He whines and I look down, smirking. I guess sometimes I just have that effect on people.

"You might want to go get yourself cleaned up," I state, sending him a small wink.

He blushes furiously and hurriedly gets a new pair of boxers before disappearing into the bathroom.

I turn on the TV and prop my feet up. At least hes hot.