A few days later finds Blaine and myself sitting on one of the couches in the basement, a bowl of popcorn separating us, and Fight Club playing on the TV. I'm watching it carefully even though I've seen it fifty or more times, but it's just a unique and thrilling movie. One of my favorites.

I can feel Blaine watching me and it is sort of creepy. Actually, the kid is creepy altogether, somewhat. Depends on how he is acting. But then again, I'm creepy too for being even remotely interested in my step-brother. Although, he's the one who took notice first and listened to Sebastian and I fuck. “You're staring,” I mutter, stating the obvious.

silence.

Pausing the movie, I look over, "What is it?"

silence.

"Nothing." Finally an answer. Though its a lie. Nothing my ass.

I put the popcorn bowl down on the floor, leaning back against the armrest as I beckon him over with my finger. He complies and moves in front of me. I press my lips to his, tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He leans back and I follow, outlining the roof of his mouth. I let my hand drop between us, palming his erection through his pants and he moans. I press harder and kiss him rougher.

Blaine pulls away, panting. “Wh- what about Sebastian?” he asks.

“He doesn't care who I get off as long as he's the only one who gets me off,” I reply, starting to undo his belt. I slip my hand into the slit of his boxers and grab hold of his cock, slowly starting to pump. Blaine wraps his arms around my neck, nails digging. I kiss him deeper, stroking him once more before he releases.

That was quick.

I grin and pull my lips from his, letting go of his cock before getting up off the couch. I walk into the bathroom and wash my hands in the sink before emerging. I look over to Blaine and smirk, sitting back down on the couch and pushing the ‘play' button on the remote.

*******

Two days later...

I open the front door to my boyfriend's smiling face and step aside to let him in. “Feels nice to come through the front door for once,” he states.

“Yeah, well, everyone's out so…” I trail off and shrug.

Sebastian puts his arms around my waist, leaning in and biting at my earlobe. “At least I can make you scream as loud as I want now.”

I moan quietly and tilt my head to the side, giving him more room to work with as he devours my neck. His hands go to my ass, squeezing and gripping and then he's picking me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. Instead of getting us down to the bedroom we topple onto the couch. His lips stay glued to mine as he works off his pants and the mine, then he finally pulls away and pulls his shirt off. I take my own off and wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes into me.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“So fucking tight,” my boyfriend moans, pulling out and thrusting back into me. “Fuck, Ku-"

"KURT!"

Sebastian is off of me and out of the house before I even register whats happening. My dad grips my arm and sends a kick to my stomach.

“You fucking faggot,” he hisses, a punch slamming into my cheek.

I just barely feel the next hits and kicks, my body falling numb to the pain. The insults tear at my insides and I release a few tears until my dad hits me right in the middle of the chest and more start pouring out.

“You're a fucking disgrace to this whole family,” my dad admits. “We didn't raise you to like boys, fag, might as well have been a girl.”

I receive another well placed kick in my stomach, choking on air. “Pansy ass son-of-a-bitch,” he mumbles. “I'm surprised-“

But what he's surprised about I don't really hear, Blaine is standing in the front door, clearly horrified. I whimper and catch his eye, fucking pleading with him. "Burt!" my step-brother screams. "Stop it! Youre going to fucking kill him!"

My dad stops. “I'm going back out to find Grace,” he mumbles. “I won't ever see that in my house again, understood?”

silence.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, thanking the God that I don't really believe exists. Blaine is lifting me off the floor, I don't open my eyes, just memorize his movements to know he's taking me down to the basement. I hear the click of the lock and open my eyes, seeing my bed and scrambling out of his arms to limp the short walk over there. I cover myself completely, hiding from the world, and curl up into a small ball. The edge of my bed sinks a short while later. I chance a look, Blaines holding out a beer to me. “Thanks,” I whisper. If it hadn't been for him I'd probably be in the hospital right now or dead.

“It's nothing,” he mutters.

“It's everything,” I tell him, taking a drink before resting the bottle against my lips. And it really is everything. Anyone else would of just let my dad continue, not caring to make him stop. The fag would have gotten what he deserved. I give him the bottle back, falling back against my pillows.

I receive the bottle again not even thirty seconds later and drink. I hug a pillow to my chest. Tears I didn't even know I still had are making their way out of my eyes. “You'd think I get enough of this in school."

“What happened?” Blaine questions.

I raise the bottle to my lips and take another swig. “Dad and Grace were supposed to be out for the day,” I explain, taking a drink before handing it to him. “I thought I had the house to myself and I invited Seb over. We never made it down here, though. Wound up on the couch instead.” Fucking bastard, this is partially his fucking fault. I swallow and wipe at my cheeks to remove the tears. “Dad must've forgotten something here because he came back and saw us. Seb ran, I got my boxers back on and you must've gotten here a few minutes later.”

Blaine takes my beer and sets it on the nightstand. He crawls up next to me and pulls me into his arms as I sob into his chest, gripping his sides. I take shallow breaths, trying to calm myself down, and focus on how soothing it is to have him rock me back and forth. Then his lips are on mine, soft and gentle, hands cupping my face. He's increasingly adding more pressure and I kiss back just as hard. I open my mouth when he asks for entrance and we roll over, him on top. His hands are on my hips, rutting against me.

He moans into my mouth and I swallow it, not ready to let him go when he pulls back. I watch his every movement as he takes his cardigan off, my fingers working with his belt as I palm him through jeans and boxers. I work the button and zipper of his pants, sliding my hands up to his waistband and pulling pants and boxers down. He reaches out to help me out of mine. Blaines hazel eyes are staring down at me. Shock. Lust. Longing.

I nod my head towards the nightstand and he gets the hint. Taking out the bottle of lube he opens it and-

“Do I, er… should I stretch you?” he asks shyly, blush spreading over his cheeks.

I shake my head and take the lube, spreading it over his cock. Preparing him. Blaine drops his head and moans. I lie back, looking up at him sadly and spreading my legs. He takes a big gulp and steadies himself on his elbows, eyes unsure. I notice now that I'm still crying. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, probably feeling just as nervous as I am. Why am I nervous? I can feel the tip of his cock probing at my entrance and he kisses my cheek, pushing into me. Flinching slightly, I sigh and wait until he's all the way in before wrapping my legs around him. He stays still before moaning out and hesitating. Then he's pulling out and pushing in. Over and over.

This is so much fucking gentler sweeter than Sebastian. My blue eyes meet hazel. He twitches then stops. That was quick.
"Sorry," he says shyly.

I kiss the top of his head. “I'm all for second chances."

As we lay there I run my fingers through his hair. And then he's getting situated, face buried in my neck as his lips brush over my earlobe, and he pulls out before slamming back into me. Sooner than later he's hitting that spot. “Harder,” I moan.

Blaine angles himself just right because- oh...- Perfect.

My right hand twitches and I move it from his shoulder in between our bodies, grasping hold of my cock. I can feel the tingling and the fulfillment in the pit of my stomach and fuck, I'm so fucking close. A few more strokes and I cum, shouting out Blaines name. Blaine thrusts into me a few more times before cumming again, filling me once more with warmth.
He flips us over and I bury my face in his neck, releasing more tears. I wait for sleep to overcome me