Kurt and Blaine lay in bed, completely flaked out and lazy. They had fielded more questions from Finn and nearly had to prevent him from searching out everyone's favorite blond (note: sarcasm) for a beating.

Premeditated murder was so last season and Kurt had no desire to end up on some terrible When Big Brothers Snap crime shows. The lighting was really unflattering.

Kurt was already emotionally exhausted and dreading the phone call he needed to make. Quinn.

This was something that was probably better handled in person but Kurt just couldn't work up the courage to go see her. He was already worried about her reaction and figured it may be less volatile if it was over the phone.

Kurt had yet to see someone successfully attacked through a phone line. Maybe with a phone line, those cords were quite durable, but not through a phone. But if someone was going to be successful it was going to be Quinn Fabray, woman scorned extraordinaire.

He sighed deeply and looked at Blaine. "I have to call Quinn."

Blaine responded by looking at him sympathetically and squeezing his hand in comfort. Kurt reached up and snagged his phone from the nightstand and scrolled though his contacts until he reached the head Cheerio.

He pressed the call button and brought the phone to his ear. He was seriously dreading this conversation.

Kurt thought that he was going to be saved from the indignity of this conversation for a bit longer but Quinn answered the phone at the last second. "Hello?" she said, sounding confused. "Kurt?"

"Um, hey Quinn."

"Is… something wrong? Not to sound bitchy, but you never call…"

"I—yeah, there is something wrong," he admitted.

"What's wrong? Is it your dad? Is he alright?"

Kurt felt his stomach twist in anxiety. He felt even worse, knowing he was going to deliver such crappy news after she'd become so worried about him and his family's health.

"No, it's not my dad; he fine. But thanks for the concern. It's… it's about Sam."

There was a pause before Quinn spoke in a guarded tone. "What about Sam. I've told you guys a thousand times: We're not dating."

"I know," Kurt began. "I know you guys aren't dating but I also know that you do have some kind of feelings for him. I believe you when you say you're not together but I think there is something you need to know about him because he doesn't seem content just being friends."

"Kurt..." she said quietly. "What's going on?"

"I just… know that if I knew you and he were together in any sense of the word I never would have said yes," he pleaded. "You'd stressed that you guys weren't dating so when he asked me out I said yes."

His voice was trembling by the time he'd finished the sentence and he jumped when he felt Blaine's comforting hand on his stomach. He turned and smiled at him weakly before closing his eyes and focusing on the conversation at hand.

"Okay…" she said hesitantly. Her tone was unreadable and Kurt was beginning to regret telling her over the phone like a coward.

"We went out and at the end of the night he invited me in for coffee. He…" the countertenor trailed off, uncertain how to proceed. Luckily, Quinn took the decision out of his hands.

"Did he… hurt you?" she asked slowly.

"Not… like you're thinking," he clarified. "We… did stuff and it wasn't great but that's beside the point. When he… finished, he said your name—"

"Oh my God!" she interrupted. He voice was low and wobbly and Kurt couldn't tell if she was near tears because she was sorry for him or sorry for herself. Regardless, he plowed on.

"That's… not all. He said some really unflattering things about you. I'd really rather not repeat them but if you really want to know I will. I… I don't know if he made any promises to you but I swear I didn't know you guys had been even thinking of getting together or I never would have said yes and I certainly wouldn't have made a fool of myself in his living room." He finished venomously.

"Wait," Quinn said suddenly. "Was this on Friday?"

"Uh, yeah…" Kurt replied uncertainly.

"I—I can't believe it. When did you go home?"

He looked at Blaine for confirmation. "I—I don't really know for sure; I was upset and stormed off. Probably around ten or so."

"I can't believe he called me to come over after you left! And I went!"

"I'm sorry, Quinn—"

"No. Don't be. This isn't your fault. I just—I can't. Ugh!"

Then something came to Kurt. "Did he ever… hurt you?"

"NO! No no no no no. Definitely not."

"Okay," He reassured. "I just… figured I should check." A tiny, dark part of Kurt wanted to blame her for his own misfortune with the athletic boy. He wouldn't hurt her but he had no similar compulsions about him.

"I just went over and we watched a movie until we had the same fight we always have. I get up to storm out and suddenly he's all sweet and apologetic and convinces me to stay. I feel so sick right now. I can't believe he'd do that to you."

Yeah, neither could he.

"I don't mean to cut this short… you deserve to know, but I need to go. I just… this is…"

"I understand," Quinn said reassuringly. "I just want to say I am so sorry. You didn't deserve that. And I'm glad you told me, it made my decision a heck of a lot easier. Do… do you need someone to come over?"

"No, I'm good. Finn and Blaine are here, but thanks for offering."

"Sure thing. Feel better, Kurt. I'll see you Monday." And with that, she hung up.

Kurt puffed out a shaky breath and dropped his phone onto the bed. Blaine's arm came around him and tugged him close. He allowed himself to be maneuvered onto his side, the dual sensation of Blaine's heat at his back and the cool basement wall bracketing him and making him shiver.

"You okay?" Blaine asked softly.

Kurt paused and thought a moment. "I will be."

He felt Blaine nod behind him as the curly haired teen tightened his hold. "Hungry?" he asked even though he showed no signs of moving.

'Surprisingly, yes. Though I don't know how; we ate so much this morning."

"It is almost five o'clock," Blaine defended.

Kurt merely hummed in acknowledgment and snuggled deeper into the other boy's embrace. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander, letting the feeling of Blaine's strong hands caressing his arms and side lull him further.

He blushed furiously as the tanned teen's hand skimmed over his stomach as it grumbled angrily. Blaine just chuckled and pressed and lingering kiss behind his ear. "Let's get you fed, huh?"

Kurt just nodded and let Blaine pull him up from his bed and lead him upstairs. They peeked in on Finn, currently engrossed in video games (and not porn, Kurt was relieved to see. He may have been distraught but he definitely noticed that) and dead to the world.

They went into the kitchen and reheated some Chinese food after removing the little metal handles from the containers. The two teens just stood at the microwave, eating directly from the cartons they had placed on the stove.

Kurt scooped some chicken on a plate with rice and put it in the microwave, scarfing down the almost-too-hot noodles and eggrolls while he waited. The microwave dinged and the slim teen grabbed the plate and a fork and walked out into the living room, placing the greasy (and thus super delicious) Chinese food in front of him.

Finn made a grateful grunt as Kurt just rolled his eyes and wandered back to Blaine. Said boy was picking through a nearly-empty carton of beef and broccoli for one last piece of meat. "Just eat the veggies, Blaine. I'm surprised you don't have scurvy or rickets or some other kind of malnourishment disease from the lack of fruit and vegetables in your diet."

Blaine just scoffed and vengefully chewed the last bit of meat he found in triumph. Kurt wisely kept his opinion that his dietary habits could have contributed to his perfectly average (short) stature to himself.

They cleaned up their mess and called a quick "Goodnight!" to Finn before descending back downstairs. Kurt immediately went to brush his teeth, the shorter teen following suit.

Kurt sat in one of his hanging chairs and Blaine came to a stop in front of him. He reached down and took the other boy's long legs, idly making him and the chair swing back and forth. Kurt smiled at his silliness and let himself be manipulated.

"So," Blaine began, squeezing Kurt's toes. "I know it's early but do you just want to get in our pajamas and just be lazy bums for the rest of the night?"

"How is that any different from what we've been doing?" Kurt asked with a chuckle.

"Well, we'd be in our pj's," Blaine responded cheekily. "Obviously."

"But I just sat doooown," he whined playfully.

The curly haired teen smiled and looked at the other teen with hooded eyes. He gently dropped Kurt's legs and moved forward. He eased his fingers in Kurt's belt loops and yanked half-heartedly. "C'mon."

Kurt sighed dejectedly and remained stationary. He leaned close and pressed a light, teasing kiss to his lips, pulling away before the slim teen could respond. "C'mon," he repeated.

"Fine," he sighed. He trudged over to his closet and slipped into a pair of navy shorts (short being the operative word) and a gray shirt that was long enough that only the barest hint of blue peeked out from underneath the shirt.

He walked back into the room to find Blaine adjusting his borrowed sleep shorts, much longer than his own and coming down to his knees. He was already in his shirt and Kurt felt a brief pang at not catching the other boy without his shirt on.

And then felt like a great big pervert and promptly blushed. He sat down on the bed and worried his lip in embarrassment. Blaine noticed his bashful expression and came to sit next to him. "What is it?" he asked happily.

Kurt shook his head and forced himself to meet the other boy's eyes. He took a deep breath and sighed minutely. "I just… really love you."

Blaine's entire face softened, his expression warm and open. "I love you too," he whispered. He leaned forward and gently captured Kurt's lips with his own, the minty bite of toothpaste lingering between them.

Kurt brought his hands up and cupped either side of Blaine's neck, taking care to not squeeze or scratch. He felt Blaine's fingers thread through his hair, his other hand coming to rest on his waist. The dark haired teen hesitantly deepened the kiss, not wanting to push Kurt, especially so soon after the fiasco with Sam.

He needn't have worried. Kurt cooed happily and returned the slick caress, pulling Blaine closer. Slowly, the two teens lowered themselves onto the soft cushion of the mattress. The countertenor edged closer to his dark haired partner.

Blaine got the message and used the arm wrapped around his waist to pull the slim teen closer. The long lines of their bodies pressed against one another, making Kurt gasp into their kiss.

"Too much?" Blaine asked breathlessly.

"No no," Kurt said hurriedly. "It's fine, it's good."

Blaine nodded distractedly and suckled at Kurt's full lower lip. The fair teen quickly abandoned his hold on Blaine's neck and tangled his fingers in his unruly locks. The dark haired teen growled deep in his chest and kissed Kurt with renewed vigor.

His hands roamed across the toned planes of Kurt's back, his sides, his stomach. The slender teen's muscles jumped under the tender ministrations, tingling arousal starting low in his belly.

Blaine broke away from Kurt's mouth and kissed his way down his jaw until he reached the swan-like neck. He carefully nibbled on the skin he found there, making sure not to leave a mark. He switched sides and was confronted with the evidence of what Sam had done.

Though small, the hickey was red and angry, positioned on the other boy's pulse point. He pressed a soothing kiss to the tender flesh and softly laved it with his tongue. Kurt made a desperate sound and sought for Blaine's lips with his own.

Blaine happily complied, mouth slanting over Kurt's frantically. Their breath mingled between them, coming in hot, swift puffs. Kurt felt sweat beginning to bead across his hairline and a fine tremor began in his limbs.

He lightly nipped at the tanned teen's lower lip before tentatively tickling ay his palate with his tongue. Blaine moaned appreciatively and pressed his body more firmly to Kurt's.

Kurt inhaled sharply as he felt the bulge of what he imagined was a very impressive erection press into his navel. Blaine pulled back sheepishly.

"Sorry," he offered with a rueful smile.

"S'okay," Kurt replied.

"Maybe we should cool off?" the dark haired teen suggested.

"Probably," Kurt said.

"Mind if I… take a shower?" Blaine asked guiltily.

"I think I will too," he said honestly. "There's stuff upstairs."

The teens reluctantly separated and went to take their respective cold showers. Kurt breathed slowly and deeply to regain control over his treacherous body.

The truth was that Kurt was having the same problem as Blaine was but his giant shirt had concealed any visible sign of his arousal. He thought about… taking care of it in the shower but he was too paranoid and embarrassed to follow through.

He finished his ardor dampening shower quickly and toweled off, slipping into his pajamas once more. He ran his fingers through his hair with a relieved sigh. Regardless of the reason, that shower felt amazing.

He padded back into the room and collapsed onto his bed. The sheets were still heated from their impromptu make out session and Kurt ran his fingers over the warn linens. He closed his eyes and focused on the sound of his breathing, slow and even.

He heard his bedroom door opening and Blaine's soft footsteps approaching the bed. He opened one eye lazily and smiled up at the other boy's damp form. "Hey."

"Hey," Blaine said with a chuckle. "Feelin' sleepy?"

"Lazy," he clarified.

"Ah."

Kurt reached out sluggishly and snagged Blaine's hand, tugging him closer. The tanned teen laughed and allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed. He cuddled close to Kurt on his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows.

He rested his head on his hands and looked at Kurt, a sweet smile lighting his face. "What do you wanna do?" he asked softly.

The slender teen shrugged and made an indecisive noise. Blaine shook his head in amusement, poking at Kurt's cheek.

"Sorry if I'm boring you," Kurt apologized. "I just feel… blah."

"You're not," Blaine assured. "I'm just happy spending time with you."

Kurt felt his heart flutter joyously and he wrapped his hand around the back of Blaine's neck, drawing him in for a kiss. The other boy returned the gesture, lips slowly massaging over Kurt's own.

He pulled back and looked at the slim boy pointedly. "I thought we were supposed to be cooling off."

Kurt merely worried his lip and shrugged, tilting his face up for another kiss. Blaine huffed out a breathless laugh before obliging, placing a steamy open-mouthed kiss to the countertenor's lips.

The two traded kisses back and forth, rolling about on the sheets languidly. The dark haired teen slowly let his hand trail down until it could slip under the hem of Kurt's shirt, savoring the silky flesh he found there.

The slim teen murmured happily and arched into the touch. "Is this—"

Blaine was interrupted by Kurt's frantic "Yeah, uh-huh, s'fine. Just—shh. I'll tell you if it's not."

The tanned teen laughed into the next frantic press of Kurt's lips, letting his hands roam. His mind wandered back to earlier that day, when the two of them had looked over the mortifying-yet-informative pamphlets together and to the myriad of things he'd like to the boy currently squirming in his arms.

He pulled back and a hushed Kurt when he made a protesting mewl. "Wait," he implored. "Just… do you want to… try something?" he asked haltingly.

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"Oh," Kurt said, instantly focusing. "Like, um, what?"

"We don't have to!" Blaine rushed to clarify.

"No no! I, uh, I know that. Just… what did you have in mind?"

Blaine hesitated and pressed a quick peck to Kurt's kiss-swollen lips. "I was… kind of hoping I could… um, suck you off? But if it's too soon I understand!"

"Oh—okay. Yes."

Blaine attempted to smile reassuringly but wasn't sure he succeeded. His insides were tangled with lust and he felt like a total creep. But a happy creep, nonetheless.

"But if I want to stop…" Kurt asked hesitantly.

"Then we stop. No questions asked."

"Alright."

Blaine pressed a kiss to his clothed shoulder and slowly nosed his way down his body until he reached Kurt's navel. He pushed the soft material out of the way and placed a steamy kiss to his quivering stomach.

He looked up at the slim teenager for reassurance and he nodded jerkily. He bent his head and nuzzled at the Kurt's erection through his shorts. His manhood tented the flimsy fabric and Blaine bit his lip to stifle a groan.

He gently teased his fingers under the waistband of both his shorts and underwear and tugged, easing the cloth over his hips and erection. He shimmed the shorts out of the way while his eyes devoured the sight in front of him.

Kurt's stiff flesh was half-hard and flushed with arousal. He slowly thickened under Blaine appreciative gaze. He slowly lapped at the head and felt his own erection jump in pleasure at the soft sounds Kurt was emitting.

He buried his nose in the close-cropped hair and placed kittenish licks to the base of his cock. He felt Kurt's toes curl and his hips twitch. He raised up and let his mouth sink over the silky flesh.

Kurt squeaked clapped a hand to his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. He didn't know if blow jobs could even be bad, but this one was amazing. Then he felt the slight scrape of Blaine's teeth on a rather sensitive place.

He hissed and Blaine pulled back to mumble a quick "Sorry" before concentrating on the task at hand (or mouth, as it was). Kurt was once again engulfed in wet heat and he arched his back in delight.

He moaned softly as Blaine hummed around the flesh in his mouth causing the most delicious thrumming throughout his entire body. He felt the telltale zings of pleasure shoot up and down his body and knew he was close.

He bit his lips and curled his toes until they popped, desperate to stave off his orgasm for just a bit longer. He hesitantly placed his hands on Blaine's curly head, mindful not to yank the slightly damp locks too hard.

One of Blaine's hands came up to fondle his heavy sac, the other wrapping around the base of his shaft and working what he couldn't get in his mouth. He may be more experienced than Kurt, but he was still relatively new at this.

He felt Kurt body thrumming with tension and he knew the other boy was close. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard Kurt's breathy "Blaine, gonna!"

He pulled back and watched himself stroke the countertenor's straining erection with hooded eyes. He licked his lips and glance up to meet his eyes. He found the teen had thrown his arm over his eyes and smirked, pleased.

Then Kurt grit his teeth and the most erotic sound he'd ever heard was forced past his lips. The taller teen keened his pleasure into the bend of his arm and came, seed spurting all over Blaine's hands.

He stroked the other boy through his release, cooing too his softly. "Easy," he said. "Easy."

Kurt abruptly went limp, his muscles lax and limbs heavy. "Blaine," he sighed. He removed his arm from over his eyes and felt another stab of lust shoot through him at the sight of Blaine using his come to slick himself up and stroke himself to completion.

Apparently, when done right, oral sex must have been good for the other partner because from the noises and jerky movements of his hips, Blaine was already close. Kurt leaned forward and cupped the tanned teen's chin with a shaking hand.

He kissed him lazily, their tongues twining together languidly. Kurt never thought he'd want to kiss someone after they had just had their mouth all over his nether regions but he was inexplicably turned on by the taste of himself on Blaine's lips.

Then the curly haired boy groaned into his mouth and emptied himself between their bodies. He felt Blaine's come spurt onto his thighs and stomach. They rested their sweaty foreheads against one another and panted harshly, both shaking and coming down from their high.

Kurt couldn't keep the goofy smile off his face, a reflection of the one on Blaine's own. "One sec," the shorter teen whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips and sliding off the bed.

He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a cool damp cloth, swiping it over Kurt's heated kiss. He sighed at the pleasant sensation and scooted back on his side to lie against the wall. Blaine threw the damp cloth in the vicinity of his laundry bins and slid into bed alongside him, mirroring his position. The two stared at one another, sporadically giggling and holding hands for the better part of an hour.

Blaine had rearranged his shorts when he was in the bathroom but Kurt hadn't yet bothered. His shirt was long enough that it covered everything and he was kind of relishing the naughty feel of knowing he was laying half naked in bed with the boy he loved.

Blaine laughed at nothing and wrapped his arms around the other boy, hands stroking down his back until he encountered bare skin. He pulled back and looked at Kurt in surprise and no small amount of desire. "What's this?" He asked slyly.

Kurt fidgeted, suddenly embarrassed about his nudity. "My, uh, shirt covers everything. I was too lazy to find my shorts," he admitted.

"Mmm," Blaine hummed. "I have to say, I'm in favor of your newfound laziness."

That startled a laugh out of Kurt and put him at ease. The dark haired boy continued to pet his back, occasionally drifting down to skim over his bare bottom.

Kurt wiggled and his cheek filled with color. He was starting to get hard again and the position he was in wasn't going to hide anything. Within moments Blaine noticed and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"U—umm," he stuttered, breaking eye contact.

"No, hey," Blaine cooed, turning his face back to meet his. "It's okay, really. I am too."

Kurt glanced down and saw that Blaine was, indeed, just as turned on as he was. "Oh."

"I guess that's the thing about being teenagers," Blaine said, tone filled with humor. He pecked Kurt on the lips and kept petting. Both of their respective erections grew slowly, the early urgency gone. "Do you… want to try something else?"

Kurt bit his lip hesitantly. There was something he wanted to try but he was a bit nervous to ask for it. Blaine must have been able to see the hesitation on his face. "What?" he asked. "You can tell me. We did something I wanted to do."

"It's… not what you did." He said slowly.

"Are youuu… going to make me guess?" Blaine asked gently.

He shook his head at his own ridiculousness. "No. I just don't know if you'll want to."

He shook Kurt gently. "Tell me," he pleaded.

"I," Kurt winced when his voice came out weak and quavering. He couldn't think of any delicate way to say this. "Will you… I want… your fingers. Um, inside me."

Blaine's eyes widened in surprise. "Yeah?" He licked his lips and ran his hands over Kurt's body covetously.

"Uh, yeah. If you want."

"Oh, I want," Blaine replied, voice low and bedroom-smoky.

Kurt felt his insides seize up in pleasure at his tone and clutched at the other boy's shoulders. Blaine brought their lips together in a hard kiss, pulling away with a sharp nip. "Do you have anything? Lube?"

The fair teen felt himself blush to the tips of his ears. "In the nightstand. Second drawer."

The dark haired teen wiggled up the bed and groped the drawer open, rummaging around until his found the bottle hidden inside a watch box, completely unopened. He used his teeth to rip off the safety seal, spitting it over the side of the bed. "Paranoid, much?"

"Sometimes Carole goes on cleaning sprees. No room is safe."

Blaine shimmied back down and kissed Kurt once more as he opened the cap and squirted some of the slick substance over his fingers. He reached nudged up the other boy's shirt and stroked his erection a handful of times, making Kurt gasp and shake. He let his hand trail lower to roll the full sacs between his fingers before going ever lower still.

Kurt breathed out through his mouth, long and shivery. He brought his hands to rest on Blaine's chest and hitched his leg over Blaine's hip. The dark haired teen pulled him so their bodies were flush against one another, causing them both to gasp.

He slipped his fingers between into his cleft and stroked over his hole. His fingers circled his opening slowly, a constant, gentle pressure.

"Still okay?" Blaine whispered.

"Uh-huh," Kurt replied. He closed his eyes and tucked his face under Blaine's chin, mouthing at his Adam's apple.

Assured that this was really what Kurt wanted, Blaine slipped the tip of one finger inside him, pausing to gauge Kurt's reaction. The other boy just shivered and wrapped his arm over his waist and clutched at his back.

He moved his finger in and out, going further each time until he was full inside the other boy. Kurt couldn't stop the minute thrusting of his hips and quiet cries. He felt like his entire body was filled with sparks; sparks that were originating from between his legs and lighting his skin on fire.

"Do you want—"

"Yeah," Kurt gasped.

"You don't even know—"

"Another. Yes, please. I do."

Blaine groaned as he felt the blunt edge of Kurt's teeth against his throat and gently eased a second finger inside. Kurt knew that it was only two fingers but he'd never gotten the courage to do this to himself and it felt huge and perfect and impossible and just too damn good.

"Blaine," he whimpered, nails digging into his broad back. He thrust against the answering hardness and mewled desperately. His soft cries turned into a full throated shout when the tanned teen skated over his prostate.

"Oh, my god. Again again again," he begged.

The shorter boy angled his head up in the hopes that Kurt couldn't feel him smirking. "Good?"

"So fucking good," he replied, unable to censor himself.

Blaine increased the pace, deliberately brushing over his pleasure point with each pass of his fingers. He winced as Kurt bit his shoulder in an attempt to muffle his cries. The last thing he wanted was for Finn to run down here and catch him like this.

With one lingering press against his prostate, Kurt came with a barely conceal shriek, fingers surely leaving marks on Blaine's back. Said boy bent his head and caught Kurt's lips, kissing and stroking him through the aftershocks.

He gently removed his hands and worried his lips when he saw the look of discomfort on Kurt's face. "Sorry, baby."

Kurt chuckled and pawed at Blaine's belly. "Baby, huh?"

"S'that okay?"

The slim teen appeared to be mulling it over before shirking with laughter as Blaine tickled him. "Yes!" he choked out. He recovered from the unexpected assault and smiled. "Yes, I suppose it is."

Kurt suddenly felt guilty as he realized that Blaine hadn't come yet. He gingerly reached down only to be stopped by a large hand on his wrist.

"You don't need to."

"I know but—"

"No, I mean you don't need to."

"Oh," Kurt said in confusion. Then it dawned on him. "Oh."

Blaine but his lip and looked at Kurt uncertainly. "Sorry for coming in you shorts."

Kurt roared with laughter. "Don't let it go to your head, but I'll always prefer you over designer clothes."