Last night I called my dad to let him know I was staying with a "friend" for a few days. The only bad thing about staying with Sebastian is he wants to fuck constantly. I don't mean three or four times a day, I'm talking about eight or more. Or if it's not fucking it's giving head or something sexual that's not intercourse.

Getting fucked before school does have its perks, though. I don't know what those perks are but they are there.

“Kurt,” Sebastian mumbles into the crook of my neck. “Come back to the world of the fucking living.”

He slams into me again and I scream out, the bubbling in the pit of my stomach becoming too much to handle. I move a hand from his back in between us and grip my cock, pumping and tugging and doing fucking anything to make me cum.

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Thursday, one week after I left the house, I'm back and not really happy about it, but I had to come back sooner or later. Sebastian wasn't happy either; he wanted me to stay there forever and an eternity. I'm not going to lie, when we had sex after he found out I was coming back home he went a lot rougher than necessary. My ass is living through the stinging pain, though, for now.

I look down at my notebook. I am wanting to write an original song for my old Glee club and have them perform it at Sectionals. Finn may have asked me to do it for him since it is his assignment. Hes my best friend though so it doesnt bother me. I hear the door open and look up to see Blaine.

I look back down at my notebook. “Can you help me?” I ask, getting a tad bit frustrated.

“With what?”

“Write,” I answer.

He glances down at the few sentences in my notebook. "I didnt know you could write,” he exclaims, sounding a bit surprised.

My shoulders raise up and I smile. "It was something my mom used to love. I write about her sometimes. Poems mostly."

Blaine doesnt say anything but he reaches his hand out and squeezes my shoulder. “I hear you have a date,” I state, wondering if what I heard at school was true.

He fumbles with his sleeve. “Y- Yeah.”

So it is.

I cock an eyebrow. “You know you'd have it easier and get a hell of a lot more action if you lost the closet,” I explain.

He rolls his eyes and bites down on his lip.

Those lips are looking pretty- fuck, I really should not be thinking about that. I mean, we've already fucked up each other enough as it is. Or, well, he's fucked me up and over. <b>HES MY STEPBROTHER FOR CHRISTS SAKE!</b>

“How about that help?” I mutter, getting back on track.

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It's Friday morning and I'm walking up to Sebastians apartment door. I guess getting fucked twice every morning for an entire week has me in some sort of want mode. Because I really want to be fucked right now.

I knock on the door and wait a few moments before I hear shuffling around. The door opens and- “What the- oh, hey, Kurt, come in.”

I walk past Trent and he shuts the door. “Where's Seb?”

Trent yawns. “In the shower. Want a beer or anything?”

I shake my head. “No thanks,” I answer, turning around to walk towards the bathroom.

I hear Trent mutter something along the lines of 'have fun' or something close to it anyway.

I go down the hall and slip into the bathroom. I can faintly hear my boyfriend moaning over all the water. I undress and set my clothes on the counter. Sebastian moans louder.

I think this is the first time I've ever caught him jacking off. I pull back the shower curtain-

“Holy fucking shit!” he screams. “Kurt, what the-“ his gaze moves downwards.

I smirk. “Thought I'd come over and have a bit of fun before school,” I mumble, stepping into the shower with him.

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I haven't seen Blaine since lunch at school and it's a few minutes past seven when I hear the door open and close. I don't bother to look up from my homework, humming quietly. I hear him shuffling around before the bathroom door closes and the shower starts up.

Fifteen minutes later he emerges and I look up briefly, wrinkling my nose. With the way he is dressed I feel bad for this girl.

“Bad shirt,” I mutter. “Blue really isn't your color,” I explain. “And the pink writing, as cool as it is, clashes something awful with your glasses.”

He groans.

I stretch and stand up, walking over to Blaines closet and open it, rummaging through all his clothes. This kid has some God awful taste in fashion, seriously. “I'd let you borrow something,” I suggest, grimacing at a plaid button-up. “But I'm not sure you want it that tight.”

“Right about that,” I hear him mutter.

Finally I find a plain red t-shirt and hold it up. “Matches your glasses, and red should go well with how dark your hair and eyes are.”

He blushes slightly. “Thanks,” he mumbles, pulling off his shirt and taking the one I have for him. He puts it on.

“Much better,” I state, smiling.

He looks up at me, running his hands over the front of the shirt, and I smirk.

“Thanks,” he mumbles again.

I walk over to my closet and begin searching for what? Im not sure. Ah ha!

I throw a black and red bow tie over my shoulder at him. I think its from an old Glee club outfit.

“Thanks,” he mutters.

“It's nothing,” I chuckle.

He smiles and then a car honk is heard, he sighs and rolls his eyes.

“It's all about loving your closet enough,” I whisper, walking towards him. I lean down and put my mouth next to his ear, "Good luck." He shivers and I press a kiss to his cheek and pulling back. “Don't forget a jacket.”

He flushes and walks away quickly, making sure to grab a jacket.

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