The first time was an accident.

Hummel had just happened to walk into the locker room when he'd been showering, and it sort of escalated from there. Although Blaine would be lying to himself if he tried to deny that he hadn't been eyeing Lima's only out and proud gay for a while. Blaine was... confused. He was confused about a lot of things - about his future, about how he could never live up to his parents' expectations, about how Coach Bieste refused to give him the role of quarterback. It didn't matter if he was small - he was the best goddamn player on the team, and a near sight better than Finn bumbling Hudson. Finn Hudson, who was in that social suicide of a glee club and whose stepbrother was the most beautiful boy Blaine had ever seen.

The first time Blaine had felt that way towards Hummel - something other than contempt - he'd spent an hour on the treadmill, running it out and swearing through his teeth that it was a mistake. That it was only because Hummel insisted on prancing about in such a feminine manner. Because he was a fucking twink, who refused to hide his stupid girly face or stupid girly voice and it was a mistake. Blaine Anderson wasn't gay.

Until he found himself eyeing Hummel in more ways than one, wondering absently how his lips - so full and plush - would look around his cock, how his dumb coy eyes would look peering up at him, how his shrill voice would sound as Blaine fucked into him. And slowly it became worse - Hummel would invade his dreams, with his tempting soft flesh and sweet voice, and Blaine couldn't stop thinking about him, thinking about what he would do.

Until it actually happened.

And it wasn't what he had expected at all. He'd sneered at Hummel, called him a sissy prat and asked what he was doing in the showers, was he out to ogle the respectable members of the football team? Hummel had arched an eyebrow, retorted with a stinging jibe about not wanting to see what Blaine had in any case, and somehow that had broken him. Blaine was out of the shower and pressing Hummel against the wall before either of them could breathe.

"Say that again," he hissed, thrusting his hips harshly into the other boy's - Hummel's breath caught. "Say that one more time Hummel, tell me that you don't want me, walking around in those goddamn jeans and your goddamn legs and TELL ME YOU DON'T WANT IT." He dove in for a ferocious kiss, his wet naked body shivering as Hummel reciprocated with equal desperation. Blaine practically tore the other boy's clothes off, ignoring his faint protest, and hauled him into the shower and shoved him to his knees.

It had been everything he'd ever dreamed of, Kurt's mouth on him. But somehow, that wasn't all Ku-Hummel was doing. Blaine felt fingers grazing across his balls, sliding up his crack and pressing lightly at his asshole. He tried to jerk away, tried to extricate himself from the warmwetheaven of Hummel's mouth, but the other boy drew his lips into a tight ring and sucked, and Blaine was gone.

It was a hurried scramble for lube - Blaine had kept it on him ever since he'd started fantasizing about Hummel - and Blaine had fully intended to be the one doing the fucking. Because he was still a guy, this was a temporary madness that had seized him and he'd be fine soon, he just needed to get this out of his system - but as soon as Hummel's slick fingers probed at his asshole, Blaine whined.

"F-fuck... you're the goddamn girl, I'm not gonna be the one on the bottom," he spat out, and was answered by Hummel pressing the first finger in. Blaine's body seized up immediately at the intrusion, his asshole clenching around the single digit. Hummel had smirked at him, pushing him into the wall and fastening his lips on Blaine's collarbone as he worked the finger in and out.

"Fuck you, Anderson," he responded calmly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "We do this my way, or we don't do it at all."

And he needed this so bad.

The first time was an accident. But it wasn't the last.