Author's Notes: Chapter 11

Kurt hadn't intended to sleep with Sebastian so soon after arriving back home, but one should never underestimate the sexual skills of Sebastian Smythe. With that information Kurt could hardly be surprised over his current state, bent over the back of the couch as Sebastian thrust into him with sensual precision. “Fucking god... yes,” Kurt moaned as he pushed back on Sebastian's cock, meeting his thrusts head on.

“Admit it, you missed me,” Sebastian taunted. “Missed this, don't try to deny it.”

“Shit!” Kurt half screamed. It would be futile to deny it fully, not with the sounds of pleasure he was making. But he wasn't about to let Sebastian get all delusional. “I missed the sex yes, you, not so much,” Kurt snapped as another shock-wave of pleasure surged through him.

“That's good enough for me,” Sebastian replied smugly. “I did kind of miss this ass,” he admitted, spreading his hands over Kurt's well-shaped behind.

“What?” Kurt blurted out in surprise.

“Yeah well you're a pain in my side most of the time, but this, yeah it's good. More so because I know I won't regret later, and you won't show up at my door with delusions of love,” Sebastian explained, making it all devoid of emotion as usual.

“Just shut up and fuck me!” Kurt barked, he was in no mood to talk.

“And out comes the snark,” Sebastian said, always having to have the last word.

But before Kurt was about to reach his limit, as usual Sebastian finally got back on track and reminded Kurt why he put up with him. Just as he had assumed there was no losing control this time, the sex happening now hadn't even occurred because of an argument. Sebastian had approached him, and Kurt was pretty hard up already after being celibate for a week, so it hadn't taken much convincing. So much that Kurt had pounced on Sebastian and reminded him how well he could give head. That had brought out the competitor in Sebastian and the result was pretty rewarding for the both of them.

Sebastian came to rest his on hand on his backside as he pushed into Kurt, slowing it up just a bit so there was no risk of reaching orgasm yet. Sebastian wanted to take his time, more so because he knew Kurt was ready for it to be over and done with. Sebastian rocked and snapped his hips forward and began moving them in an almost circular motion when his cock was buried in Kurt as deep as it could go. His hands glided over Kurt’s soft and newly tanned skin and he began to suck on Kurt's back as he continued to gyrate his hips. He had no intention of making things tender, but he didn't go at their usual frantic pace either.

For once Kurt didn't bother to comment about this, because it felt amazing and Kurt hadn't been lying when he said he missed having sex with Sebastian. “Shit Sebastian, I don't know what you're playing at here but don't stop,” Kurt moaned sensually.

Usually Sebastian would have taken the temptation to annoy Kurt and do the opposite of his request. But he was enjoying it far too much himself to stop. So figuring he'd do his good deed for the month, he upped his game a bit and pressed in closer to Kurt's hot body to grab onto his hard cock and began to move his hand up and down along it.

“Oh god,” Kurt moaned as he became even more pressed into the couch, crossing his arms over the edge as he was rocked back and forth as Sebastian finally began to pick up the pace. Until he felt the familiar rush of heat flush through him and gave into the whole sensation. “Sebastian, fuck!” Kurt screamed as he came hard.

“You usually don't say my name when you come, Kurt,” Sebastian had to point out as he continued to pound into Kurt, wanting his own release to follow.

Kurt's answer to the question was to suddenly push himself off the couch and when the movement caught Sebastian off guard, he moved forward enough that Sebastian pulled out of him fully. But Kurt didn't give Sebastian any chance to make any protest. Instead he turned around, lay back on the edge of the couch, grabbed a cushion to slide under his back first, and spread his legs wide, enticing Sebastian with his eyes. Who, it was clear to see, was too horny to not take up the offer and he was back on Kurt and deep inside him in an instant. They rarely bothered to fuck face-to-face like this but the position they were in brought forth a very gratifying effect so neither of them felt like complaining.

Sebastian grabbed onto the edge of the couch and used the leverage to move in and out of Kurt so deeply that he knew he was rubbing against Kurt's prostate. “Shit, this feels so fucking good,” he moaned.

“I'm gonna come a second time before you do at this rate,” Kurt wheezed as he gasped for air.

“Not on your fucking life, Kurt,” Sebastian muttered as he picked up the pace. To the point where the couch began to drag and scrape along the floor, but orgasm was finally achieved. “Fucking hell, Kurt, finally!” Sebastian shouted with a shudder. He had intended to pull out of Kurt right after but strong legs wrapped around him, keeping him in place.

“I want to come again,” Kurt growled.

“Aren't you wondering how I can be still hard after coming?”

“I already know, you're inhuman,” Kurt scoffed.

“You say that like it's an insult, when it's taken me years of having sex to do the near impossible.”

“I still want to come again!” Kurt reminded him. “Lucky for me I don't need to get hard again for that to happen, an upside to being the bottom.”

“I just came so unless you want the condom to slip off into your ass, not a good idea,” Sebastian warned. “I'll come again at this rate before you would... because I'm an exception to the norm remember,” Sebastian warned. In reality it was more half the fact that Sebastian had almost gone forty-eight-hours with out having sex, a very long dry spell for him. But then, even he needed a break now and then.

“Just show some fucking control then,” Kurt barked as he pushed on Sebastian’s tailbone and urged him to keep moving.

“Fine! Have it your way!” Sebastian growled and he began to move in and out of Kurt again. He knew it wasn't a good idea, the condom could slide off or break if he came a second time. Or the fact that he already had come once, could have the same outcome. But he didn't care all that much from the pleasure it brought. He planned to pull of of Kurt just before coming, whether Kurt was ready to climax himself or not. “I'm pulling out before I come, so any day now, Hummel,” Sebastian grunted as he bucked his hips forward. Deciding to help him along for once, Sebastian took hold of his cock pressed between their stomachs and Kurt was done for a second time.

“Jesus Christ!” Kurt whimpered and he slumped backward onto the couch totally spent. “That was amazing,” he breathed.

Sebastian snarled as he slid out of Kurt's hole and took the condom off, tying and letting it drop to the floor for now. He'd clean up later. Because he had something else to take care of as he grabbed onto Kurt's hair and pulled his sex partner up for Sebastian to release his load on Kurt's beautiful face as he rubbed his cock with his hand.

When Sebastian was finally finished, Kurt just looked up at him and ran a finger across his own face and placed it in his mouth, sucking it clean in a provocative way. Kurt smirked at him, deciding to not get snarky for once. Instead he decided to get even and leaned up and kissed Sebastian hard on the mouth, having him taste himself. Of course Sebastian didn't even flinch, instead he kissed Kurt back aggressively and went so far as to start licking Kurt's face clean of his own come. Once finished he looked back at Kurt smugly. “Hot,” he purred.

“Oh yeah,” Kurt snarled back and he began to smirk as Sebastian came back for more.
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Kurt was lying on his bed passed out when the familiar sound of Mr. Blue Sky started and Kurt groaned. He really needed to change that song, it was getting old. He yawned and grabbed his phone off his night stand and made sure it wasn't a video chat, since he was still naked and answered the call. “Hi, Blaine,” he muttered.

“Did I wake you?” Blaine asked in surprise. It was 6-o-clock in the evening, why did Kurt sound so tired?

“No,” Kurt lied with a groan.

“You sure?” Blaine asked.

“Okay maybe...” Kurt finally admitted.

“Lemme guess, Sebastian wore you out?” Blaine muttered.

That made Kurt wake up pretty quick, “Was that judgement I heard in your voice, Blaine?” Kurt warned.

“What? No! I'm sorry I just...” Blaine muttered as guilt washed him over, feeling horrible at having let himself slip like that.

“Look Blaine, I need to get ready for work here,” Kurt told him, which again was a lie. He had the day off, but it was the excuse he needed to end their conversation. Kurt knew that Sebastian had told Blaine they were having casual sex, but he still didn't want to talk to Blaine about it.

“Oh okay, I'm sorry Kurt... are we okay?” Blaine asked, his voice full of concern.

Kurt sighed, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty over the tone of Blaine's voice. “We're fine Blaine, I'm sorry too, I'm just tired. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, we'll hang out after work okay?” he offered.

“Sure,” Blaine replied and he ended the call before Kurt could, leaving Blaine to feel like an idiot as he paced around his kitchen.

What the hell had he been thinking? That conversation couldn't have turned out worse. Wasn't Blaine trying to act natural around Kurt? “Fuck my life.” Blaine groaned as he ran his hand down his face. He wasn't ready to deal with this crap yet, so the answer of how to deal with it was simple. He'd forget about it, or try to. Blaine brought out a bottle of red wine, unscrewed the cork and poured himself a very full and generous glass. He took a big gulp of the red liquid inside and sighed. He needed to figure this out. But the wine he had ingested so far held no answers, so he took another long sip to get more inspiration. Yet before he knew it the bottle soon became empty.
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Despite spending most of the day having sex and topping their number of times of reaching orgasm in one session, Sebastian had still gone out for the night and Kurt was glad. No matter how satisfying sex between them was, Kurt needed time away from the cocky bastard whenever possible, to keep their co-habitation working. After the little episode with Blaine and narrowly missing something he never wanted to happen, Kurt was in no mood to go anywhere.

Instead he was reclining on the couch, which had already been moved back to its proper spot and cleaned, along with the rest of the apartment, reading a Vogue magazine and drinking a cup of cocoa. So when someone started to bang on the door loudly Kurt hadn't been expecting it and he screeched in surprise at the top of the lungs, not liking how high his voice went. But the pounding didn't stop and Kurt was getting far too angry. “If that's you, Sebastian, drunk out of your mind I'm not letting you in!” Kurt shouted at the door.

“Sebastian!!! I'm here for a booty call baby, open the door!” A very drunk voice yelled from the other side of the door.

Kurt froze; stopping himself from cleaning up the spilled cocoa off the couch. That voice sounded very familiar. He knew that voice and he gaped at the door in shock. “Blaine... is that you?” Kurt called as he raced over to the door.

“Open up the door and find out, it's time to get it on!” Blaine giggled loudly.

Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure Nick had told him how bad Blaine got when he was actually drunk, but he hadn't imagined him to be this bad, this lewd. Kurt could barely believe it but when he opened the door he was met with the visual proof. He found Blaine slumped against the door frame, a bottle of wine in one hand, while his other hand braced himself to stop from falling over. Kurt stared at him, his hair was dishevelled and he noticed his faint beard was gone. “You shaved?” he asked.

Blaine ran his hand over his now smooth chin with a grin, “Yep, time for a change. Come on Sebby let me in so you can stick it to me good again,” Blaine slurred and he stumbled forward, intending to stroll into the room. But his intoxicated self made him stumble and Kurt barely had time to react. He caught Blaine by his arms before he hit the floor.

“You're so drunk, Blaine,” Kurt muttered as he lead him inside. Then he registered what Blaine was saying and despite the fact he was drunk and could be delusional, he knew it was possible. “You slept with Sebastian didn't you?” he hissed.

“Shouldn't you know? You did the deed,” Blaine began to laugh.

“Kurt, this is Kurt, Blaine, not Sebastian,” Kurt told him as he closed the door behind them, hoping the neighbours wouldn’t call the super on them from the noise. Thank god it wasn't that late yet, which alarmed Kurt considering how drunk Blaine was.

“Kurt...” Blaine muttered as he starred at his face and touched his cheek with his hand.

“Yes, Blaine,” Kurt sighed.

It took Blaine a few more moments to gather enough brain power to realize who he was talking to and his eyes widened in panic. “Oh my fucking god!” Blaine whined.

“Come on, we've all been there, been this drunk, it means you're human,” Kurt assured him as he lead him over to the couch and forced him to sit down. Kurt only hoped he hadn't reached puking level yet and he intended to go get a bucket very soon just in case.

“This is... I mean it's not what it...” Blaine began to ramble off in broken sentences as he tried to form his words properly, but the alcohol in his blood stream was making it impossible.

“So you slept with Sebastian, Blaine, I don't care,” Kurt muttered, when in reality it annoyed him a little, that Sebastian had changed his mind in the end.

“But I want you to care!” Blaine suddenly shouted at him as he shot up in the air, grabbing onto Kurt's wrist.

“What?” Kurt asked in surprise, it was all he could say.

“I want you Kurt, so fucking bad,” Blaine said as he reached for him and Kurt was too shocked to pull away. Blaine brought their heads together until their foreheads were touching. “You don't know... how hard it's been for me...” Blaine whispered to him, his mouth was so close, calling to him.

“Blaine, you know you could have had me a long time ago. If you weren't so drunk and I wasn't so worn out, I'd have you right now,” Kurt growled.

Blaine made a face and pulled back, like a frustrated kid beginning to throw a tantrum because he wasn't getting his way. “NO! You don't get it, I don't just want your body, want sex... I want you Kurt! Fucking all of you!” Blaine blurted out.

“How fucking drunk are you, Blaine?” Kurt asked him.

“I'm serious Kurt, I'm in love with you!” Blaine shouted.

Kurt stared at Blaine like he had hit him over the head with a baseball bat, totally caught off guard and shocked into silence. Of all the things Blaine could’ve blurted out, clearly drunk, never in a million years would he have guessed a love confession. Denial ran through him, dismissing the notion straight away. If the dreamer caught hold of those words, Kurt would never be free to forget and shoot the insanity down. Kurt shook his head vigorously in response, backing away from Blaine slightly. “No... you're drunk Blaine... you don't love me... how could you,” Kurt muttered in disbelief. It wasn't possible, Blaine was drunk, drunk of out his mind, he didn't love him, Kurt told himself this over and over in his mind. He wanted to run, to dart out of the room and escape the possibility that Blaine could be speaking the truth. Not now, why now? Why hadn't this happened to Kurt back in his junior year, he didn't want this, couldn't allow himself to want this. “No,” he whimpered as he shook his head.

“Kurt...” Blaine pleaded as he reached for him and Kurt stumbled backward. “I love you, I have for a long time...” Blaine said softly. “Believe... meee...” he slurred.

“You can't love me Blaine, you don't really know me.”

“Kurt...” he pleaded and rushed up to Kurt, capturing the scared boy with his arms, holding him in place. The normally sober Blaine would never have been so bold, but when Blaine got drunk he got way more forward and he kissed Kurt, full on the mouth with fierce need. But despite his drunken state the kiss was tender, as if he was trying to show all his love with his lips, which was exactly what he was trying to do.

Kurt was so shocked from the kiss that he didn't stop it, didn't pull away. Like when Karofsky had kissed him in the locker room all those years ago, although it was completely different, when it hadn't been that long in reality. Only when Blaine pulled back and went in for a second kiss, Kurt didn't push him away, he pulled Blaine closer and kissed him back, craving more. Until his cock began to respond and Kurt realized what he was doing was wrong. If even Sebastian Smythe had morals, Kurt should as well. “Blaine... Blaine I can't... you're way too drunk, you're not making sense,” Kurt urged as he tried to pull Blaine off of him. “Blaine, stop!” he shouted.

Blaine suddenly relented and he let Kurt push them fully apart and the look he gave Kurt was heart wrenching. “You don't want me...” he sobbed.

Kurt fought with himself, fought his weaker self, as the dreamer fought to break through his emotional walls. 'NO!' Kurt shouted in his mind as he pushed that part of himself back down into the very bottom of his subconscious. “Blaine... you don't want me, I could never offer you anything. I'd do nothing but break your heart, I can't love you, I'm not capable, please... I care about you. But I can't do that to you,” Kurt told him softly.

“Bullshit!” Blaine shouted.

“Excuse me?” Kurt replied as he felt his tempter begin to flare.

“You're just scared to have real feelings, Kurt. You're just running from emotion! You're not some robot, I know you're capable of feeling love!” Blaine said as he pointed a finger in accusation.

“Shut the fuck up Blaine, I don't want to argue with you!” Kurt warned.

“Why won't you let me love you, Kurt!” Blaine demanded.

“Because I am afraid, Blaine! I'm scared shitless at how you affect me! I use to believe in love, in fate and soul mates and all that fuckery. But then I had my heart broken Blaine, broken into so many pieces that it can never be repaired. I was used, not for sex, not with my body, but I was used, exploded, and humiliated and the whole thing made me feel so worthless and pathetic that... I got close Blaine... so fucking close to wanting to give up! That part of me died and if I ever bring him back to life Blaine, I swear I won't survive this time! I'll end up wanting to actually kill myself!” Kurt screamed at him. He was being overly dramatic to the point of half lying, since he had never reached that point. But he was having a panic attack and it just came out of his mouth before he had time to think.

Blaine stumbled backward by the emotional force and fell onto the floor ass first. He looked up at Kurt and saw the strain on his face, the tears streaming down and he broke down with him. Blaine began to sob, curl into a ball and shake uncontrollably. If Blaine was sober he never would’ve crumbled so easily to the point of near hysterics. But because he was wasted and for the first time in what had to be years, there was no such luck. The worst was Kurt had no way to know he was overreacting very strongly and why. “I'm so sorry...” Blaine sobbed.

Kurt felt horrible, he had made it all about him again and worst of all, like when he had broken down before, he had hurt Blaine. “Blaine... please... I'm sorry... I just... you can't corner me like that. This is why you can't love me, fuck I am so sorry. Please... just please... come back to me,” Kurt pleaded as he knelt down in front of Blaine.

Blaine pulled up and revealed one eye and glanced up at Kurt, even when he was wasted, the giver in him reacted and he pulled up and took Kurt into his arms and held onto him. They remained that way for a long time, just crying out all the pain they had caused to be brought back up. Kurt had never let himself get this bad, he had never admitted to anyone that he had for one split second, risked becoming suicidal. In truth he had never really considered it, he knew in his heart he valued his life far too much to ever want to end it. But Kurt also knew he could never face that heart break again, it was the only thing keeping himself from taking what Blaine was offering him. It would’ve of been so easy to give in and take Blaine's heart, but what he would do to that heart if he did, kept him away. “How the hell are we going to get past this, Blaine.” Kurt laughed awkwardly as he pulled himself together. “Are you drunk enough that you'll forget everything?”

Blaine began to chuckle, shaking his whole body. “Probably... because I'm gonna barf,” Blaine suddenly said and he pushed Kurt off of him, sending him flying back as he puked on the floor a second later.

“Oh my god!” Kurt blurted out in horror and he grabbed onto Blaine's shirt, hauled him into the bathroom and the toilet before he could throw up again.

Blaine barely made it to to hunch over the toilet bowl as he wretched and threw up again and began to choke and cough.

“Blaine, are you okay?” Kurt asked him from his spot behind him.

“No!” Blaine blurted as he continued to up heave over and over. “Oh my god,” he groaned.

“Uh... you just um try to... get it all out of your system while I go clean up the first upchuck,” Kurt muttered as he darted towards the kitchen to get his cleaning supplies. Kurt shuddered as he could still hear Blaine going at it in the bathroom. Kurt at first could only think how fortunate he had been when it came to being drunk. In fact he'd only reached vomiting levels four times so far and not on the same scale. What started to tug at Kurt's mind was why Blaine had even allowed himself to get this drunk where he was now paying for it.

It was almost a godsend though and while Kurt felt guilty considering the hell Blaine was now facing, he was very relieved. Without the sudden break in tension, his mind would’ve gone out of control, torn between the fact that Blaine had slept with Sebastian and how Blaine might love Kurt. So when the chance to break the awkward air between them arose, Kurt took it and pushed all the hard topics and their emotional break out of his mind. Kurt truly hoped Blaine would forget all about the episode, because Kurt knew if Blaine could, then so could he. Blaine was drunk, Kurt told himself over and over, as he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves, filled a bucket with water and cleaning solution and got to work cleaning the mess up. Blaine's love confession meant nothing, Blaine would forget and things could go back to normal.

Kurt knew he would be fine if Blaine really did sleep with Sebastian too. His views on sex were pretty casual and it wasn't like he hadn't done the same thing repetitively, that very day actually. With the clean up job done Kurt turned his attention back to Blaine, wanting to check up on him. He found Blaine sitting on the floor slumped over the toilet bowl and his heart went out to his friend. “How'ya doing sport?” he asked softly.

“I think the worst is over...” Blaine moaned weakly. He struggled to stand and he felt strong hands grab him and pull him up. Kurt looked at him sheepishly and Blaine grinned back at him. “Uh... sorry?” he offered.

“You're forgiven Blaine, when you're drunk you do a lot of stupid things,” Kurt assured him.

“I'm... getting tired,” Blaine whined.

“You're crashing I get it, here you can sleep on my bed,” Kurt told him as he slipped his arm around Blaine's waist to steady him. But he stopped and turned to the left to head towards and go into Sebastian's room, “On second thought you might throw up again so let's put you on Sebastian's bed,” Kurt muttered as he helped Blaine lie down, making sure his head rested on a pillow. Once he was confident Blaine was comfortable he drew the comforter up over him. “Sleep it off, Blaine,” he said softly and went to leave, only Blaine surprised him by grabbing his arm and stopping him.

“Don't go Kurt, stay with me...” he pleased.

Kurt eyed him, “Blaine, you need to sleep, so don't get any funny ideas,” Kurt warned, but his tone was playful.

“Sebastian might molest me in my sleep.” Blaine murmured.

“Shit you're right, fine shove over,” Kurt groaned and he climbed onto the bed and over Blaine to lie at his side. He had intended to just lay there but Blaine had other plans. He turned and reached for Kurt, capturing his arms and pulling him close. “What are you doing?” Kurt hissed.

“Shh, just let me have this Kurt, if I can't have you, let me hold you, for one night,” Blaine whispered, his warm breath on Kurt's neck.

Kurt relented and let Blaine guide him until he was spooning him from behind, his arms still wrapped tightly around Kurt's waist, with Blaine's head pressed against his back. It felt good, how warm Blaine was, being pressed tightly against his body. It felt safe, which made it dangerous. But Kurt figured he owed Blaine this, he just hoped it wasn't a bad idea for the both of them. “I'm not really a cuddling kind of guy, Blaine...” he began to warn but it was no use, Blaine it seemed was already fast asleep. “Oh what the hell.” Kurt muttered as he snuggled next to Blaine and tried to get comfortable in his embrace. “There's a first time for everything I guess.” Kurt muttered and he let his eyes close as the steady sound of Blaine's breathing lulled him to sleep.
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Sebastian finally showed up back at the apartment into the early hours of the morning, tired and worn out from having pretty much spent the whole day having sex, but that's what summer break was for. So when he opened up his bedroom to find Kurt and Blaine, passed out and asleep, cuddling in each others arms, he didn't even think of the sensual possibilities. Instead he was just amused and a little annoyed by the invasion. “Why didn't you guys call me so I could join in. Sure have sex on my bed when I'm not here,” Sebastian grumbled. He had hoped to start his next big plan of seduction, to get both of them in bed at the same time, but it had already happened without him. “I wanted to be there when you guys fucked for the first time.” He muttered as he glared at them.

Neither of the sleeping beauties bothered to wake up to hear his complaining, instead they continued to look very adorable, so much that it was making Sebastian feel sick. Sebastian had enough of the tender display and suddenly took hold of the blanket under them and pulled hard, sending them rolling forward.

Kurt snapped his eyes open just in time to stop himself and Blaine from tumbling off the bed. “What the fuck, Sebastian!” he shouted in alarm.

Sebastian let go of the blanket, the job of waking them done. “Oh look, you're awake,” he commented innocently.

“My head...” Blaine moaned in pain. “I... where am I?” he muttered in confusion.

“Oh Kurt, you got Blaine so wasted he didn't know who he was fucking, didn't you,” Sebastian commented.

“We didn't have sex Sebastian, unlike you two did while I was gone,” Kurt growled.

“So? He's not your boyfriend and neither am I. Blaine enjoyed it too. Why the hell are you on my bed then? If you claim nothing happened, go spoon in your own room,” Sebastian told him.

“Oh my god you are fucking infuriating at times!” Kurt shouted at him.

“Stop yelling! I feel like my heads about to split open!” Blaine shouted and he grabbed the sides of his head as he winced in pain. “I feel so horrible... fuck....” Blaine swore. “Got any aspirin... or I dunno, a tranquilizer?” Blaine asked softly.

“Here let me get them for you,” Kurt said as he rolled his eyes, got up from the bed and walked past Sebastian as he turned his nose up at him.

“Wow the diva is out this morning, you okay Blaine? How much did you drink last night? What happened? Is Kurt just lying about you guys not fucking?” Sebastian began to ask him.

“What? No! At least I don't think we did anything... I can't really remember... but we're wearing clothes. I doubt I could gotten redressed this well when I was that drunk, so no, we didn't... have sex,” Blaine began to answer. At least not any amount of sex where clothing needed to be removed; his mind was coming up blank. Blaine swore he and Kurt had kissed some point during the night, or had he merely dreamed it. It hadn't been a dream that when they had been awoken abruptly, Kurt had been in his arms, sleeping in a spooning position. Blaine hoped that meant whatever transpired had ended on good terms.

“Okay, so you just felt like getting wasted then?”

“Uh... I dunno, I honestly can't remember much of last night. Except it was loud, yeah it got loud. You're gonna have to ask Kurt for the details,” Blaine explained to Sebastian. In truth Blaine was quite pissed off at himself for getting so drunk last night that he couldn't remember why or what had happened. He gathered from the evidence, in his inebriated state he had come over to the apartment, when Kurt had been home, after that, it all got fuzzy. Blaine's splitting headache stopped him from over-thinking and for that he was grateful. On some level, despite Kurt's mood being the clue that whatever he was imagining wasn't so bad, he was to afraid to ask Kurt for clarification. At least not until he recovered fully from the killer hangover he now had, as punishment. 'I must’ve drank red wine,' he deduced in thought. That beverage choice never agreed with him, how he had forgotten was anyone’s guess.

Kurt reappeared back into the room a moment later and handed Blaine his bottle of tylenol and a glass of water. Blaine quickly thanked him and swallowed them with gusto. “Come on Blaine, you can recover in my room, let's leave Mr. Cranky alone,” Kurt suggested as he stood up and led Blaine out of the room.

“Does that mean fucking? Because I wanna watch if so!” Sebastian called.

“Bite me!” Kurt shouted back but he saw Blaine flinch from the noise and he flashed him an apologetic look. “Sorry Blaine, want me to drive you home?” he offered.

“Yeah in a sec, when the pain killers kick in a bit...” Blaine said as he let Kurt guide him into the room and he sat down on the bed with a thud. “Uh Kurt... did anything weird happen last night? I mean did I do anything stupid because when I'm really drunk.... oh god... did I try to make out with you?” Blaine asked, his voice full of embarrassment and dread.

Kurt paused for a second, but there was no time to figure out the best way to answer. So in the moment Kurt decided he'd fill his answer with as much truth as possible. In case some of Blaine's memory returned, hopefully in fuzzy patches, what Kurt told him would match. “It's true you did kiss me, but I hardly minded that. No matter how skilled a kisser you are Blaine, you were drunk. So I stopped us before we went too far and you didn't try to sway me,” Kurt assured. Kurt silently hoped with all his might that once sober, Blaine’s memory wouldn’t return.

“Fuck, I'm sorry...” Blaine moaned.

“Why are you apologizing?” Kurt sputtered.

“Because it still was uncalled for, even if I was drunk,” Blaine grumbled.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, “Sorry I won't let you beat yourself up about last night, Blaine. Do you think I'd sleep in the same bed with you if you had crossed a line? It's okay and the ordeal ended pretty quickly anyway. To sum it up, you came over drunk, said a bunch of dribble I could barely make out...” Kurt began, lying through his teeth for that part. “Then you started puking and you crashed after that,” Kurt finished.

“I spooned you last night didn't I?” Blaine asked.

“Yes you did,” Kurt answered. “But we didn't have sex,” he made clear.

Relief rushed through Blaine as Kurt brought him up to date, he could live with this. If Kurt was so keen to dismiss it he was very happy to oblige. After all they were young, such scenarios happened on a regular basis for most, Blaine just had received his turn. “Thank god! I mean well no... not like that just... I was so wasted so I wouldn't want us to...” Blaine began to ramble off far too quickly and his head began to throb again.

Kurt needed to prove to Blaine, and in turn himself, that the matter was closed for the timebeing and not a real issue. So he gave Blaine his best assuring smile, ran a hand through Blaine's messy bed head hair and grinned at him playfully. “Blaine, let me give you some advice. Just forget about it, it happened and it's fine, we're fine. Me seeing you drunk out of your mind didn't shatter any illusions I had about you. If anything it makes you that much more appealing, proving you're human like the rest of us and have faults. I take it you don't remember much of last night?” Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded, “Yeah, I can't remember pretty much anything,” he admitted weakly. Of course both he and Kurt were leaving out the fact that Kurt somehow knew Blaine had hooked up with Sebastian. Since Blaine had been conscious enough to hear Kurt's telling that fact to Sebastian in anger but Blaine could save that for another day, if ever.

“Good, trust me it's better this way,” Kurt told him with a grin.
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After the whole drunken Blaine episode had occurred and the subsequent emotional breakdown it had caused was put behind them, Kurt was relieved that things went back to normal, more or less. Both Blaine and Kurt knew there were things being unsaid between them, more about Blaine having slept with Sebastian than Blaine's actions when he was wasted. The only reason the latter hadn't become an issue was, like Kurt had hoped, Blaine's memory of that night didn't return to him. Which made it possible for Kurt to push it out of his own mind, but that was easier said than done. Try as he might Kurt had to constantly remind himself that Blaine didn't mean what he had said. He couldn't be in love with Kurt, the alcohol had probably confused him, mixing up their close friendship and sexual attraction for each other and mistaking it for love. Kurt had simply let the matter drop because he refused to to allow things to become awkward between him and Blaine.

So far it was too soon to tell if Kurt was successful but on some level he knew it wasn't working. The trouble was, as always, he was stubborn and in total denial, over a lot of things. He was in denial that Blaine's love confession could have been real despite being drunk, that Blaine's intoxicated state only made it easier to admit his feeling to Kurt. His final judgement was this; no, it wasn't possible, end of story. Kurt was content to leave it at that and continued to live his usual life one day at a time. Or that was the plan, trying to act like all was well on the Blaine front. It was, for the most part. Both friends were trying very hard to keep things normal between them. Whether they were successful couldn't be said yet, at least by them. Kurt had gotten one lucky break, when it came to Sebastian. He was surprised to discover the bastard hadn't tortured him with questions about what had really happened. Sure Sebastian still knew how to get under Kurt's skin, mostly by smirking at him in the way he knew Kurt loathed. It was like Sebastian knew he didn't need to ask Kurt questions to piss him off for once, which was a good call. Still all the roommates had talked about, though it could be barely called a discussion, was some basic details.

Blaine had come over drunk, kissed Kurt, threw up and then Kurt intentionally put Blaine in Sebastian's bed, not for Kurt to fuck him there out of spite, but in case he got sick again. Then they covered the subject that Kurt now knew: Sebastian and Blaine had slept together. That talk had lead to an argument that ended up educing a very much enjoyed spurt of angry sex. Afterwards Kurt said in closing he didn't care, since Blaine and Sebastian were single adults who could make their own life choices however they pleased. Blaine and Sebastian hooking up also didn't change the fuck buddies wanting to continue their arrangement and have casual sex. Because they still were roommates and it was the best way for them to tolerate each other. Sebastian had bothered to tell Kurt Blaine had implied it was a one time thing between them that had meant nothing. So Kurt was very grateful and have the whole matter drop finally and he had intended to let it go for good.

Until returning from another shift at work, he came home that night to the most shocking scene yet; Sebastian Smythe was cooking. Actually cooking something at the stove and it seemed to be from scratch as well. Kurt could only stop in mid-step and gape at him, his book bag falling to the floor.

Sebastian glanced at him, turning his attention away from the pot he was stirring to glance at Kurt absentmindedly before he went back to cooking. “What's gotten into you?” Sebastian asked.

“You're cooking Sebastian! I mean I didn't even know you could cook, the way you usually just eat any of my leftovers,” Kurt muttered in disbelief.

“So when you come home to find me fucking a guy that causes no reaction, but me cooking does? Man we're fucked up,” Sebastian said with a laugh.

“Agreed, but why are you cooking?” Kurt asked as he bent over and retrieved his fallen book bag. “Not that I'm complaining. It would be nice to not be the one to make dinner for once, or not having to go out to eat. But this is very alarming,” Kurt muttered.

“I'm making dinner, for you and Blaine, I invited him over tonight,” Sebastian answered.

Out of all the possible answers Sebastian could’ve given him, this was the last one Kurt would’ve imagined him saying. “Why?” Kurt asked as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Sebastian.

“Do I need a reason?”

“Usually yes, you don't tend to do things unless you benefit somehow. So again I ask, why.”

“I can't stand the awkward air that's around you and Blaine now, it's ruining my fun. You also seem to be more bitchy now. You sure proved it last night when you actually said no to me and I was forced to find action elsewhere,” Sebastian explained.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Kurt muttered as he stormed off into his room.

“Then what's with the dramatic exit? Don't deny it, I know you refuse to tell me but something happened that night Blaine got drunk. If you don't want me to keep nagging you about it then just have dinner with us tonight. Or else I might be forced to withhold sex,” Sebastian warned him.

Kurt threw his head back and laughed, “Oh that's rich, like you could and like I'd care if you did!”

“But you do care about Blaine, on some level and you two need to sort things out. You guys have made your choices, to stay just friends, so live with it now. Stop acting so annoying and just stop making me wish I never fucked either of you.”

Kurt poked his head out of his bedroom to look at Sebastian, who was now chopping up vegetables. It was insane to think that Sebastian was genuinely concerned about him or Blaine. That he didn't have some scheme behind his back, ever doing anything for his sake. But Kurt also knew that Sebastian was right. Try as he might there was something, something out of place whenever him and Blaine were around each other.

So far it hadn't dissolved and Kurt figured Sebastian had always made things easier for them before, proving being his friend was worth the stress sometimes. Also Sebastian could be insufferable when he didn't get his way, when Kurt had shot down his advances the night before he had sure proven that. “Fine! But if you try to pull anything you'll live to regret it,” Kurt hissed in defeat.

“Uh huh, just be prepared to be blown away by my culinary skills,” Sebastian commented.

“I hope you mean that figuratively,” Kurt muttered with a groan.

“Depends on which type of blow you're thinking of,” Sebastian replied with a wink.

Kurt rolled his eyes and walked into his bedroom. If he was going to force himself to survive Sebastian's dinner plans, he decided he wasn't sticking around till it was ready. After changing his shirt Kurt, stepped back out into the living room/kitchen area and he still found it hard to believe what was going on. “Well by the looks of it dinner is far from done so I'm gonna go out till then, run some errands. I'll grab our drinks for tonight as well. What time do I need to be back by?” Kurt asked.

“7pm sharp and don't be late,” Sebastian answered as he didn't bother to take his attention off his task at hand.

Kurt let out a worried moan; he really hoped he wouldn't live to regret this. Kurt wasn't sure which to dread more, Sebastian's food or whatever scheme he had up his sleeve.
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Blaine was in the back room of his workplace, grabbing his coat and belongings since he was finished for the day. One of his co-workers, Jamie, poked her head into the locker area, grinning at him playfully. Blaine just flashed her a curious smile as he placed his book-bag over his shoulder.

“Hey Blaine, your boyfriend's here to pick you up,” she told him sweetly.

“What?” Blaine laughed in surprise. “I don't even have a boyfriend, Jamie,” he added.

“Really? There's a ridiculously handsome guy in the store and it's clear he's waiting for someone so I just assumed he's here for you,” Jamie explained.

Blaine smirked at her as he headed to the front of the store, passing her by, hearing her quiet chuckling as he went. Blaine wasn't sure who the man in question was since he had a number of friends who could be considered attractive. But he had an odd hunch he knew who it would be and when he walked back into the storefront, he was proven right. There he was, Kurt Hummel, looking astounding in a pair of blue jeans, which fit him to perfection, a white long sleeve dress shirt that had a brown almost floral design cascading down the shoulders, topped off with a skull print bow tie, vintage belt buckle and as usual, the effect was very eye pleasing. His hair style was equally stunning, his bangs up in a flattering wave and Blaine could only stare at him at first

'Fuck, he takes my breath away,' Blaine thought to himself. It was that very fact that was making it so hard to act natural around Kurt as time went on. Blaine knew it wouldn't be long before he'd reach his breaking point. Yet he feared what would end up breaking when that day came, his heart, their friendship, the life Blaine had come to enjoy so much or everything he treasured, which was all three. He finally made himself move forward to approach Kurt, not willing to save him the possible pain and cut him out of his life now. “Kurt, what a pleasant surprise,” Blaine said in greeting. Kurt smiled at him, causing Blaine's heart to skip a beat. No, it was not going to be easy to remain calm anymore when all he wanted do to whenever he saw Kurt was grab onto his face and make out with him.

“Hello Blaine, I was in the area and I thought I'd stop by. Mainly to make sure Sebastian isn't blackmailing you with anything to attend his dinner plans tonight,” Kurt explained as Blaine walked over to him. They had forced themselves to admit Kurt knew about Blaine and Sebastian’s hook-up, so he knew that wasn't it and Kurt couldn't think of any other possible dirt Sebastian could have on the dapper young man.

It would’ve been so easy to laugh it off, but things were getting too weird between them for Blaine to ignore anymore. Blaine didn't intend to make his love for Kurt known anytime soon, but he had to say something to just make it possible for them to be around each other and it not get awkward. “No, he's not blackmailing me. When Sebastian invited me over for dinner tonight he told it me it was to help with how things have gotten... between us, Kurt,” Blaine began to explain.

Kurt sighed lightly. “Then I haven't just been imagining things, it's become sort of odd... hasn't it? There's no proper word to describe the whole atmosphere, it's not awkward exactly but something’s changed,” Kurt admitted softly. “And you have to know Blaine, it's not intentional.”

“I know, just like I know neither of us knows how to deal with it, so I said yes to tonight. I figure Sebastian's probably up to no good as usual but his meddling could still help. Because you gotta admit he makes things more... simple I suppose?” Blaine said.

Kurt nodded. “For the most part I guess that's true, he knows what he wants and he gets it,” Kurt answered and then he made a face. “Okay that makes no sense sorry.” Kurt muttered with a groan.

Blaine smirked at him when on the inside he wasn't so amused. 'No it makes perfect sense Kurt, Sebastian's not afraid to know what he wants and just goes for it. But when it comes to us, I have no idea what you want, and me, you're what I want. That's the whole problem,' Blaine thought to himself. “It happens, so Kurt I need to ask this. Have things changed between us because I slept with Sebastian... and not you?” Blaine asked, deciding to be brave enough to ask a question he had been asking himself for days.

It was a valid question, one that Blaine had every right to ask and for Kurt to give his friend an honest answer. The trouble was, for all his attempts to come to a conclusion on the issue, Kurt had gotten nowhere in finding any possible answers. All he knew was the damn question kept popping into his head and nothing he did made it go away. Despite how stubborn and in denial Kurt could be, he knew when that was a sign that he and Blaine had to deal with the root of the problem. To some degree at least, maybe not go all the way to the root, but some of the outward branches at least. Or else if he just turned a blind eye and dismissed everything, their friendship might start to crack under the strain.

Normally if anyone else had been asked the same question, it would’ve been far easier to answer but life could never be simple for Kurt Hummel. Kurt as usual was keeping the reason for his struggles fully to himself with no intention of sharing, even if it would make things far easier. It wouldn't, not when Kurt kept on trying to put Blaine's love confession out of his mind. But that exact topic could very well be the key factor that would bring forth real answers. If Blaine truly was in love with Kurt and had general feelings from him that went beyond friendship. His choosing Sebastian over Kurt for a casual sex partner did make more sense, because with Kurt, hooking up might be too hard to recover from. For Blaine, who Kurt knew was still a romantic whether he had a bit of a set back or not, just having a physical relationship with Kurt wouldn't have been enough. It wouldn't have worked, no matter how wildly sexually attracted to each other they were.

Kurt couldn't give Blaine what he wanted, he couldn't start to want real affection, it would end in chaos. While if Blaine had actually been drunk when he had told Kurt he loved him, if he just thought as Kurt as a friend, who he was attracted to but had too different views on relationships. Why was it the second Kurt left for a much needed vacation, Blaine had magically changed his mind on casual sex and went right into Sebastian's arms? Why had he chosen that self-absorbed prick to see what he had been missing out on instead of Kurt? What made Sebastian Smythe so special? Sure he knew how to fuck but then Kurt had simply assumed Blaine's virtues were too high to descend to Sebastian's, and his own he guessed, levels. Why couldn't he have decided to bend his rules a little with Kurt, who hadn't been scheming to get into Blaine's pants since the day they'd met? Hadn't Blaine felt the raw sexual chemistry between him and Kurt every time they'd kissed? Neither outcome gave Kurt a result he found the least bit appealing. Both triggered strong responses, no feelings, in him but in the different sides of his personality.

This was where Kurt began to back peddle and resort to his usual defense mechanism, only no snark, just denial. So while Kurt wasn't willing to accept any feelings he might be facing, he knew he'd get nowhere if he ran from Blaine's question entirely. Deciding to answer to the best of his ability and as honestly as he could manage, Kurt just went for it.

“Blaine I... I don't know... I mean it's none of my business who you choose to have sex with. I also can't really judge you on your choice of a sex partner either, since I've been sleeping with Sebastian this whole time too. But it does change the dynamic between us in some way and it's... shit! I don't know how to deal with it. This whole thing; having friends and casual relationships is still very new to me,” Kurt admitted softly. “So it's little surprise I'm fucking everything up so badly.”

Blaine was about to say something when two customers walked into the store and Blaine realized it was far too public a setting for their current subject matter. He sighed and touched Kurt's shoulder lightly, glad to see he didn't flinch. “Come on, let's uh... talk outside,” he suggested.

Kurt nodded in agreement and followed Blaine out of the store and down the street. “I was actually coming to see if you wanted to help me pick out drinks for tonight,” Kurt admitted.

“Yeah, I can do that. But before we head off to the liquor store, we need to finish our talk. If we want any hope of remaining friends and I know I do,” Blaine commented.

“Me too,” Kurt replied.

“So any suggestions how we do that?” Blaine asked.

Kurt let out a mocking laugh in response, “Fuck no, this is the stuff I'm not good with. It takes me a while to get relaxed around new people. Honestly I'm amazed at how easily you slipped under my radar Blaine, but I think that's the root of the problem. As I've gotten to know you, it's hard for me to keep my emotional walls in place, you just pass right through them. You don't meant to of course, it's just your nature. But I just find myself constantly asking, 'Why couldn't I have met you five years ago?' I can't really be honest with myself very easily, you cause some internal conflict with my many personalities. Though just for the record I'm not a schizophrenic or anything,” Kurt explained.

It wasn't anything that could be described as a confession of love, but for Kurt, it was still a very personal thing for him to admit and Blaine made himself realize that. This he could use, this confession could help Blaine remain a little stronger. Because while it made Blaine wish that they could be together even more now, it also made Blaine realize that Kurt was a broken individual with closely guarded emotional scars that ran deep. The fact that Kurt admitted that Blaine was breaking though his emotional walls, was just as powerful as him admitting he felt anything for him that could even be described as romantic.

“You can stop now Kurt, what you've told me is good enough. Let it go, this will help a lot I think. We both told each other two very important facts at the beginning. That I didn't want casual sex and you could only offer friendship and I think it's a good call that we said those things,” Blaine began, then he realized one new detail that had changed and he groaned. “Wait, bad wording since Sebastian and I fucked... but... Kurt, it didn't mean anything to me. I know I don't need to say that, ‘cause we're only friends, all three of us. But with Sebastian and I... it was just...” Blaine began.

“Bros helping bros?” Kurt offered, figuring it was time for humour.

Blaine laughed, happy he still could and Kurt joined in. “More or less, all it did was confirm I'm not cut out for being a player,” Blaine chuckled.

“That's not a bad thing, neither is me continuing my casual relationship with him or anyone. Though I think we probably shouldn't go too far in describing any details of our sex lives, at least when Sebastian's involved,” Kurt suggested.

“Agreed, I think we've covered everything needed to remain good friends,” Blaine declared.

“Oh thank fucking god because I've run out of anything good to say,” Kurt moaned.

“Let's just be our usual selves then, that seemed to work before,” Blaine added.

“So liquor store, yes? Because I'm going to need to be at least slightly intoxicated to survive tonight’s events,” Kurt asked playfully.

“Just let me keep control because I never want to puke on your floor again!” Blaine said sheepishly.

“I second that,” Kurt chuckled.
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The result of their much needed talk was that both young men could tell the awkward rift between them had been mended somewhat. So when they went together to pick out their refreshments, the usual ease they used to feel around each other had returned. The odd atmosphere wasn't completely gone, because neither of them were being truly honest with what had caused the change between them. Both Kurt and Blaine were in total denial, over a number of things. Kurt was denying that what Blaine had confessed to him could ever be true and what it meant if it was. That if Blaine was in love with him, Kurt would have to actually confirm what he truly thought about Blaine, with no chance to run, no escape route. If that day came and Blaine uttered those same words with no way to dismiss them, would he be able to be honest with Blaine, honest with himself? How could he ever answer Blaine without hurting them both? Just as Kurt couldn't forget what Blaine had told him that night, he couldn't forget what he had screamed back at Blaine in response, even if Blaine didn't. That he couldn't love him back, there was just no way, that he was scared, scared to accept what his heart could be trying to tell him. In reality Kurt had no idea what he felt for Blaine and he hoped he could keep himself from finding the honest answer, for as long as possible. Despite meeting Blaine and befriending him, Kurt clung to the idea that feelings only made things worse, that love wasn't real, wasn't possible. That in the end you were alone and you could only trust yourself.

When it came to Blaine, his own denial wasn't any easier and was pretty much the opposite side of the spectrum from Kurt's troubles. Blaine was trying to convince himself that he could merely remain Kurt's friend. That their dynamic didn't need to change, no matter how much he wanted it to. Blaine couldn't allow himself to be so selfish and demand feelings from Kurt that maybe he could never return. If Blaine reached the breaking point, would he be strong enough to accept the cold hard truth, that he'd never get the chance to prove his love to Kurt. Could he stay his friend, forced to watch from afar, so close to him but it never being enough? No matter what happened Blaine refused to believe that could ever get so bad that he'd have to walk away from Kurt, to cut him out of his life. But he had slept with Sebastian because of his feelings for Kurt, there was no denying that. Something had happened to him to get horribly drunk, what it was, or what happened even when Kurt dismissed it was the real answer he dreaded. Eventually all he realized he could to do was move past his choices he'd made and after his talk with Kurt, he knew he could.

It was still true, despite all the denial, the pair of friends had made real progress and with one crisis overcome, they were faced with yet another new and terrifying challenge. Knowing who was waiting for them on the other side of the apartment door before them, there was no saying what could happen.

“We're being stupid,” Kurt muttered quietly.

“It's not like Sebastian's evil... is he?” Blaine asked.

“No, Sebastian is many things, things that cannot be described as innocent. But he's never truly malicious, to the point that he could be described as a villain. What he is, is our friend and our lives would still be very boring if we hadn't met him,” Kurt pointed out.

“That I cannot deny, so should we start being brave then? I mean, do you have any ideas what he's planning? Because he might not be evil but Sebastian's also not considerate, he's not doing this for anyone but himself,” Blaine declared.

Kurt rolled his eyes. The problem was he had a very good idea, just one he wasn't too keen on sharing with Blaine. “I have some theories, none of which are more convincing than the other,” Kurt answered with a shrug. Which was a lie. In truth Kurt had a very good idea what Sebastian's game plan for tonight could be. Kurt had pieces of knowledge that Blaine lacked, like what Sebastian would’ve won if he had beaten Kurt at the sing off. It was very possible that since Sebastian had succeeded in fucking Blaine, he wanted the threesome he had missed out on. The only reason Kurt didn't tell Blaine about this idea was if he was wrong, he would have to deal with the embarrassment of thinking about it. Or worse yet, if Sebastian found out he'd act like it was Kurt's whole idea from the start. If Sebastian could convince Blaine to change his mind on having casual sex, who knew what else he could accomplish if he put his mind to it. Kurt himself wasn't all that opposed to the idea. Sex with Sebastian was always good and if Blaine was added into the mix, oh he was sure it would be very gratifying. But then, Kurt wasn't Sebastian, and he wasn't about to try to sway Blaine to jump on board. So that was another reason he kept these thoughts to himself.

“Well I guess we'll find out,” Blaine muttered. “You know his food’s going to turn out to be delicious though.”

“And that will make him that much more of a thorn in my side to deal with. But come on, let's head inside before he realizes we're out here and opens the door up. I'd like to avoid one less smug smile if possible,” Kurt commented as he finally opened the door to the apartment and stepped inside.

The scene before the duo was hard to accept in their minds, when they knew who had made the glorious looking meal spread across the table. As Kurt walked into the room eyeing it all, he had to make himself forget that the table was usually used as a place to have sex on rather than to eat at. Not to mention that Sebastian usually spent more time fucking guys against the kitchen counters than cooking on them. Despite these facts he forced himself to keep an open mind, Sebastian only continued to get his way because, for the most part, Kurt and even Blaine for some things, allowed him to. So far Sebastian had done nothing to make either of them all that suspicious either, but that could change in an instant.

“This looks quite impressive,” Kurt admitted.

“You sure went all out here, Sebastian,” Blaine added.

“Well considering I can't remember the last time I cooked I figured I'd put some effort into it. I mean it was kind of hard not to pick up how to when I lived in Paris. Though I'm sure by French standards this is pretty low key,” Sebastian said as he sat down at the table. “All I can assure you is you guys won't get food poisoning,” he added with a grin.

“Well thank you for your hard work,” Blaine had to say as he sat down at the table on his left, while Kurt took the remaining chair on his right.

“I think we found the appropriate beverage choice to accompany the meal, though I avoided any wines since I found out that's what got Blaine so drunk before,” Kurt commented as he put the bottle of Absolute Vanilla on the table.

Sebastian reached out and took the bottle and rolled his eyes, “Ah, you went with the gay choice,” he commented.

“Try it first before mocking it, at least it's not pink!” Kurt hissed.

Sebastian decided to humour Kurt and popped the bottle open, only instead of bothering to pour a glass he simply brought the bottle to his lips and swigged a gulp. “Hmm, actually that's not too bad,” he admitted.

“Oh my god wash that off now,” Kurt demanded.

“Why bother? You've both had my mouth all over and in you,” Sebastian said smugly.

“I think I need a glass full of that over here,” Blaine said sheepishly.

Sebastian ended up pouring them each a glass and passed them along to his dinner guests, then raised his glass to them. “To us, where we've come since we've met and where we hope to go,” he told them.

'Yeah he's aiming for a threesome,' Kurt thought to himself.

“Well I'm hoping I just manage to not vomit or forget the whole night,” Blaine admitted with a laugh as he clinked his glass against Sebastian's.

“As for me, well, I just hope I don't live to regret ever letting you pick me up at Feeling,” Kurt said smugly at Sebastian as his glass joined the toast.
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Sebastian was being very subtle in moving the night along so it would end the way he was shooting for with careful planning. Sometimes the whole game of seduction could be rather tricky and one had to tread lightly. Especially when one of his playmates was onto him, but Sebastian had bet on that, in fact he had counted on it. The fact that Kurt knew what he intended to have happen and not warn Blaine or call Sebastian out on it, meant he was somewhat open to the idea of a threesome with Blaine. Of course Sebastian wasn't stupid, he knew it would take a lot to get either Kurt or Blaine on board and into bed. He decided to use his second best weapon; alcohol. But for Sebastian booze was only ever a tool he knew to use wisely, after all there was no chance for bragging rights if liquor was due all the credit. So while he was keen to use drink to his advantage, he only ever aimed to get his targets slightly tipsy and more loose, not drunk.

To make that happen, Sebastian convinced his two dinner guests to play a drinking game with him after their meal. The drinking game he had suggested, where they all watched Top Gun and had a shot whenever there was a homoerotic glance between the actors, had been too tempting for even Kurt to resist. So now after the film was over they were all just tipsy enough to get their inhibitions loose and to be more cooperative, but not so much as to be taking advantage, well not completely. Like when he had managed to seduce Blaine, he wanted their participation to be equal. Really a threesome was the perfect solution to Kurt and Blaine's whole problem. If they were both too afraid to admit the truth, then sex was always the next best option, sometimes even the first. With all three of them being relaxed now it was time for Sebastian to stop being passive and launch his attack.

Kurt was sitting in between Blaine and Sebastian on the couch as he silently watch the credits begin to roll. He had to hand it to Sebastian, the dinner had done wonders and the nervous air between him and Blaine had dissipated, all thanks to one man, amazingly. But the drinking game had been too amusing and as a result, Kurt was more intoxicated than he had planned. In truth he was nowhere near being drunk, but enough to be slightly off kilter and less guarded than he normally was.

Just when Kurt was about to think maybe Sebastian did have a noble side, he was quickly proven wrong. While Kurt did notice the familiar look on Sebastian face all of a sudden, he didn't have enough warning to react, or stop Sebastian from leaning in close and kissing Kurt full on the mouth. In fact it took Kurt a few minutes to even remind himself Blaine was there, with Sebastian's lips occupying all his senses at once, distracting him. If Blaine hadn't been there Kurt wouldn't have found the bold mood very alarming, instead he would’ve of kissed him back. But since they had an audience Kurt pulled back sharply in surprise, hardly believing Sebastian's gall. “Are you out of your mind? What the fuck are you doing?” Kurt hissed in alarm.

Sebastian shrugged, pausing to look at Blaine's reaction to the display and he knew he had them both right where he wanted, yet again. “Nothing different than what I often do when I stay home for the night, or when we're both home after going out. I'm doing you, or leading to that. Honestly I don't see why the fact that Blaine's here should change anything,” Sebastian murmured as he closed back in for more and began to suck and kiss Kurt on his neck, the best way to start getting him horny.

“Fuck off,” Kurt growled but he wasn't very convincing, considering how turned on his tone was.

Sebastian knew Kurt’s protests by this point where empty threats; he was well past being merely coaxed into the compromising position. If he could only get Kurt to look Blaine's way to see how much their friend was enjoying the visual display, he'd win him over completely. “Really? Pity since Blaine seems to be enjoying it. Look at his gorgeous horny face right now Kurt, sex on a stick. You can't deny the idea of of him watching us turns you on, big time. Blaine listening to you moan and beg for more, seeing your face when you get all hot and bothered. Maybe even get to a point where he can't be a simple observer. I know better than anyone how much you want each other and if I noticed, it's substantial,” Sebastian coaxed, his voice oozing with seduction.

As he lay down his case, Sebastian quickly set to touching Kurt in all the right places and all the convincing ways. The result of Sebastian and Kurt becoming fuck buddies was for the first time Sebastian had learned all of someones erogenous zones, the right places to kiss, caress and lick, to get the results he wanted and fast. He knew all of Kurt's kinks, curves and how to increase his own pleasure in the process. The result of all of this was that it didn't take long for Kurt's already weak protests to stop completely and for Kurt to kiss him back with a fierce and passionate need.

Meanwhile all Blaine could do was stare, mesmerized by the erotic display before him. It was one thing to jerk off to the photo Sebastian had sent him, to be getting a boner as he got the in-person version was completely different. For one thing it was far more effective and as he watched Kurt and Sebastian kiss and pull at each other without holding back, his cock was quickly hardening to the display. Shame was barely registered, which was short of miraculous, but once more that was all due to Kurt. His morals could be momentarily forgotten as he was practically hypnotized and for once, his mind didn't go crazy with emotion. Pretty hard to think when he was busy battling sexual frustration, so guilt was the farthest from his mind. That being said, by this point Blaine couldn't move, whether to run off or join in.

Kurt knew it was stupid to allow Sebastian to grope and make out with him right in front of Blaine. But in an infuriating and terrifying way, it felt so right, so intoxicating. To see the obvious desire, lust and raw need on Blaine's usually carefree face and at such a close proximity. In the back of his mind Kurt had always been slightly annoyed that Blaine hadn't approached him for sex, instead choosing Sebastian. He knew Blaine wanted him, found Kurt sexually attractive, there was no denying the fact just as Kurt didn't dismiss he felt the same, on a carnal level. Before his respect for Blaine had held him back but now, his virtues were crumbling away. Kurt's sexual feelings towards Blaine were the only ones he'd allow himself to acknowledge, he could deal with those. What he was now doing with Sebastian, with Blaine still dumbstruck on the couch was so bold, so daring and something his teenage self could’ve of never imagine he'd do. That last fact was almost the most affective aphrodisiac of all.

The three young men were adults, with minds of their own and cocks, what they did with either was fine. As long as it was consented and not hurting anyone, a threesome wasn't the end of the word. In fact it could almost be a true way to celebrate you were living, in Kurt's current state of mind. Kurt pulled back from Sebastian, only for his fuck buddy to kiss his neck, never letting up. “Sebastian, fuck! This is so hot! I'm sorry, Blaine, but I'm so turned on and I can't stop myself!” Kurt swore and moaned. Nor did he stop Sebastian even when he began to undo his fly and pulled his now hard cock out. Kurt was beyond the point where exposing himself to Blaine could make him stop. All Kurt could do was throw his head back and groan, swearing when Sebastian took Kurt's cock fully into his mouth.

“Holy hell...” Blaine stuttered, finally breaking his stunned silence.

Kurt was in no mood to fight Sebastian's advances, like countless times before the bastard knew how to make enough of an impact where Kurt felt no urge to end it, because he could’ve and easily. “I knew you did this whole charade to get us to have a threesome,” Kurt accused. He did so much as to try to keep himself under control, more for his own sake than Blaine's but it was pointless. Not with Sebastian's moving Kurt's cock in and out of his mouth. So Kurt gave up and ran his fingers through Sebastian hair, trying not to look like some sort of tramp.

“Oh my god,” Blaine moaned, it was like he was watching his own private porn show, only where he knew the actors personally and nothing was being faked. It was all uncensored, real and giving him a ragging boner. Blaine knew deep down in his heart he should’ve left long ago. The trouble was, neither his heart nor his brain was the one currently in control of his body. Blaine had never been faced with such a situation and nothing in his life could prepare him for it, letting loose indeed, what had his life become? Blaine didn't have the nerve to leave but he couldn't join in either, not yet, no matter how on-board his cock was to the idea.

Blaine wasn't ready to make such a heavy decision, boner or not, where he was totally clueless to what the consequences could be. Hadn't he just gotten to the point where he could be around Kurt and Sebastian and it not get weird. Logic wasn't sticking, because fuck, Kurt was so hot, it was very challenging not to reach out and touch him. A fact that Sebastian clearly noticed since, per usual, Blaine was an open book and Sebastian knew the genre very well.

Sebastian decided to save Blaine from his obvious inner turmoil to act or not, by grabbing onto the front of Blaine's shirt and pulling him in close. Bringing his head to be pressed against Kurt’s neck Blaine barely knew what to do. Sebastian moved his head back, causing Kurt's cock to slide out from his mouth so he could speak, letting his hand take over to keep Kurt occupied. “Touch him Blaine, you know he'll love it,” Sebastian urged.

Blaine gulped, his lips were lightly brushing the skin of Kurt's glorious neck, his scar in full view and he brought his hands up, to show they were shaking. “I uh...” he stuttered. “This is crazy but... fuck I don't know what to do!” he cried out.

Kurt heard the unsure tone in Blaine's voice and he made himself regain some of his senses, for his friend’s sake. Whatever happened, whether Blaine left or followed Kurt's lead and joined in on the action, Kurt needed it to be Blaine's decision. He could never live with himself, or see Blaine face afterwards, if the whole night became nothing but a big mistake. “Don't force Blaine to do anything he'd regret! Or I'm fucking warning you Sebastian, this whole ploy of yours stops right now!” Kurt hissed in warning.

Sebastian let out a mocking laugh, quickening the pace of his hand job. For once Sebastian didn't keep asking questions, he already knew he had them both. “Stop me if you're that against it Kurt, you could’ve the whole time. Seriously, you two are being fucking idiots, just admit you want each other and take it. If you wanna fuck, then fuck and if me being here makes that possible, by all means, use me till you're satisfied. You both know how well that works out for you, just don't leave me out entirely. I have no intention to just sit here and watch you to go at it. I want a three-way, not a front row ticket to a private sex show, that's too boring,” Sebastian said, still splitting his attention between voicing his evidence and paying proper attention to Kurt's erection.

Kurt was getting dangerously close to reaching orgasm and the look still on Blaine's face was doing nothing but helping him along. He wanted Blaine to kiss him, to join in and fuck him, but he couldn't ask, he wasn't that strong. Sex wasn't supposed to be complicated. Kurt only wanted to enjoy himself in the moment and now, everything was upside down and he wasn't sure if that was good or bad or both. “Fucking asshole!” Kurt shouted out.

“What? I couldn't make that out, did you just ask Blaine to fuck your asshole?” Sebastian taunted.

“Your shouting is just making the display hotter!” Blaine pointed out.

“Blaine... you don't have to do this, shit... ease up a bit Sebastian and let me fucking talk!” Kurt whimpered.

Sebastian complied, only since he knew letting Kurt come would bring the sexual tension down and he needed the level to be as high as possible. Maybe he did need to make one final wake up call and remind Blaine once more, the choice was his to make. Like the last time Sebastian had reminded Blaine that fact, he had chose yes, just like Sebastian knew he would now. Or he was nearly sure. Sebastian could be wrong on occasion. Maybe Blaine wasn't that predictable after all, it barely mattered to him. “Kurt's right, it's your call, you can stay or leave, watch or participate. Like before, actually since we met, it's all up to you. I think despite your attempts to prove otherwise, you know what you want. The question is, will you try to take it? Or will what you can't have stop you right at the starting line?” Sebastian questioned. He then went right back to kissing Kurt, before Blaine could begin to answer, refilling the tank of his libido. After that was dealt with, Sebastian glanced back at Blaine to discover he needed one final push, one he was happy to give. “Kurt's right here, ready to fuck your brains out... all it's gonna take is one word,” he added.

Yet again before Blaine had the chance to answer, Sebastian let go of Kurt, taking his hand off his cock when he was well aware the snarky young man had been seconds away from climax. Kurt snarled in protest, getting even angrier and at the same time, hotter.

Kurt never had any hope of figuring Sebastian and his brilliant mind games out. He always threw curve balls when Kurt was expecting straight lines. “Why? Why the fuck did you stop there? What's the point on getting me all turned on, wanting you and what you want to happen... then just leave me hanging!” Kurt demanded.

Sebastian’s response was to smile in his usual smug way. He of course knew the answer but he was a mastermind when it came to the act of seduction, so he knew when to withhold. 'Because Blaine can't think with you right in front of him. I need his brain functions to return just enough, to give him the proper jump start,' Sebastian thought to himself. Instead Sebastian ignored Kurt's demands and sat up from the couch, only to bend back down and give Kurt one final deep kiss. Grabbing the collar of his now open shirt when Kurt was distracted, he pulled him up into a standing position. Sebastian slid his hand around Kurt's waist and glanced back at Blaine, who was still gaping away. “Close your mouth Blaine, it's getting old. Time for a change of scenery Kurt, let's move to a bedroom, we're at our best there. No matter if it's just us or another joins in...” Sebastian again, his look at Blaine when he said 'another' making it quite clear who he was referring to. “... the more the merrier, but regardless I plan to fuck all night. Join us if you want Blaine, your choice but I will say this... you won't forget it... trust me,” Sebastian stated.

Kurt still couldn't look Blaine in the eye. He was afraid if he did, he'd feel shame and what he had almost let happen. In fact Kurt was convinced Sebastian had made a grave error, finally, so he could make mistakes, it was almost comforting. Kurt told himself he was fine if that was true, as much as he wanted Blaine, he didn't want to cross a line. That if Blaine couldn't go through it, neither could he. Kurt was more than willing to become a sacrifice to sate Sebastian's sexual urges, because really doing so wouldn't be a punishment in any sense. When was a night with Sebastian Smythe ever wasted time? Sure having to face Blaine after tonight would be hell, something he'd dread a lot, but then that was another reason to have a hot night of sex, Blaine or no Blaine. After going through all his reasoning, Kurt simply let Sebastian guide him towards his bedroom and away from Blaine. Never once saying no. “You've messed your whole game plan up,” Kurt whispered to him.

Sebastian simply gave Kurt an indifferent look, neither confirming or denying the claim, he could use Kurt's mindset actually. The game was still in play, in the first inning and Sebastian was ready to step up to bat and swing a few hits. He began to push Kurt down on the bed and made quick work of their clothing, until they were both stark naked.

“You think so? I don't, you haven't fucked Blaine like I have. He wants to be here, right in the thick of things...” Sebastian began, pausing to touch his dick when he said the word 'thick'. “... probably more than I do,” he finished. Before Kurt could start to shout back, duke it out and put a pause he did not want. Sebastian upped the game a bit more and the result made his roommate began to moan so load and with so much seduction in his tone, Blaine was sure to hear every single dirty noise spewing from Kurt's mouth. “What I want to know is, if Blaine comes in here and proves you wrong, will you run?” Sebastian coaxed, having the question being asked in perfect timing with his clever hands on Kurt's cock.

For the first time in years Kurt barked back his honest answer without a moments hesitation, where all his personalities, old and new completely agreed. “Hell no! If he comes in here I'm fucking him into the mattress! Or riding him till he comes so hard and fast, he might have a brain aneurism!” Kurt blurted as Sebastian inched him on towards release.

Blaine, during the happenings in the bedroom, was still frozen in place on the couch, like a deer caught in headlights. When the noises from the room began to trail towards his ears it made his cock, trapped in his pants, throb with need. Okay he knew that part of his anatomy wanted to go through with the three-way, but what about the rest? Kurt's constant moaning certainly wasn't helping him come up with any coherent thoughts, or was that really bad?

Blaine knew it would be insane to walk into that bedroom and do the very thing he had swore was above him. No, that wasn't right, Blaine's choice to hold out for love wasn't due to a higher power. He was no saint, Blaine had let his integrity falter when he had slept with Sebastian. Now faced with a similar conundrum, where Kurt would actually be there, he was questioning his life choices once more. Was it possible that Blaine could join in and the decision not change his views on casual sex. Maybe Kurt and even Sebastian were the exception to the rule, after all life wasn't so black and white, so easily defined. But then, Blaine reminded himself why he didn't want casual sex. He had been so adamant he wasn't the type of person that could give so much, only to receive so little. He wanted love, Blaine wanted there to be a deeper connection, one that went past the surface. He loved Kurt, with all his heart but those feelings weren't returned, and at this point, Blaine had no idea if they ever could. 'Saying yes might open up a door...' a voice nagged at Blaine. 'Or close it shut,' another argued.

Sitting there would do Blaine little good, so his first move was to simply stand up, looking towards the opened door of Kurt's bedroom. His inner voice began to become muffled under the sounds coming from that room. When he finally tore his eyes away to look at the front door, he saw there his possible escape. Two doors, dual choices, with very different outcomes, and the resulting factor; one nearly impossible decision. Neither one would give Blaine what he truly wanted, but either could make it possible.

As Blaine looked back between the two doors helplessly, he had nothing. He couldn't even try to weight the pros and cons out in his mind, not when Kurt kept moaning away, without holding back. Was he somehow trying to lure Blaine into his bedroom and help make his mind up? Or did he think by this point Blaine was long gone.

“Not another question!” Blaine muttered. His mind was whirling, his cock throbbing and Blaine was reaching his limit with both. “Which fucking door am I gonna walk through?” he muttered under his breath, when he just wanted to cry out. But if Kurt or Sebastian heard his outbreak and answered back, then Blaine wouldn't know what he really wanted. But as usual, no sudden epiphany came, his mind held no answers.