Kurt's alarm clock woke him with a start on Monday morning, alerting him to the fact that he had better get up and moving if he wanted to have any sort of hope of getting to school on time. He yawned and slowly hoisted himself out of bed, shuffling out of his room and down the hall toward the bathroom, stopping outside Carson's closed bedroom door. He hesitated a moment, wondering what kind of reception he would get if he went in and gave Carson a gentle wake up, like he always used to do.

He'll probably tell you to go fuck yourself, he reminded himself, biting his lip as he stood there, debating. On the other hand, we DID have sex this weekend. Sure, he was drunk, but...

He stood outside of his twin's room for almost two full minutes before he decided to go for it, carefully twisting the door knob and cautiously peeking inside. The room was dim, the early morning light barely peeking through the slats of Carson's drawn window shades. Carson himself was still in bed, fast asleep and curled up in the fetal position in a cocoon of blankets. He looked like a little kid, and Kurt smiled to himself at the sight. Part of him wanted to crawl into bed with him, wrap his arms around him, kiss his forehead, and hold him for the whole day, and his smile slowly faded as he remembered that, not too long ago, he wouldn't even have thought twice about doing just that. And Carson would have just rolled his eyes and let him as he tried to hide the smile that Kurt knew was trying to spread across his lips.

Now, well. Kurt didn't know what would happen if he tried that, and he didn't really feel like finding out this morning. He just crept slowly toward Carson's bed, standing beside it and looking down at his sleeping twin. Carson's features in sleep were so peaceful and relaxed, so unlike the solemn, dour look that usually adorned his face for most of the day when he was awake. The difference was startling, actually. Kurt almost hated to ruin it. He took his time kneeling down on the floor beside the bed, crossing his arms on the mattress and resting his chin on them as he just stared at Carson for a while, mesmerized by the angelic face before him. He didn't realize that his face had been inching closer and closer to Carson's until he caught himself planting a gentle kiss on his twin's forehead, right above his nose.

"Mmph," Carson murmured, stirring slightly inside his blanket fortress as his nose wrinkled adorably.

"Morning, sleepy," Kurt whispered, chancing another forehead kiss as Carson sniffed and slowly began to open his eyes.

"The hell are you doing?" he asked sleepily.

"Waking you up," replied Kurt. "School."

"Fucking prison full of cattle," Carson mumbled, wrapping his arms around his pillow and hugging it tightly. "Don't wanna go."

Kurt smiled and rested his head right next to Carson's as he began to stroke his hair. "Well, you don't have to. You could ditch. You wanna ditch together and go hang out downtown today?" he asked hopefully. "We haven't done that in so long. We could eat and go visit Grandma, and maybe we could hang around that area of town for a wh-"

"No!" Carson said quickly, looking slightly panicked at the idea. "It... it's not a good idea. I shouldn't really ditch so much anyway. I have to keep my grades up."

"Oh," Kurt said, disappointed. "Ok." He could feel his face falling, and he tried to hide it with a smile. "I probably shouldn't ditch either."

"Yeah," Carson agreed.

"Well, I have to go do my face and stuff, so I should probably get started on that," said Kurt after a moment of awkward silence. "I just... just wanted to make sure you were up," he added, hesitantly kissing Carson on the cheek and getting up from the floor. He was halfway out of the room when Carson's voice called out, halting him in his steps.

"Hey, Kurt?" said Carson.

"Yeah?" asked Kurt, turning around to face him.

Carson looked at him carefully, as though gauging for a possible reaction first before he said anything. "Um... maybe we could eat lunch together today. Just us."

Kurt could practically feel his face bursting with a happy smile as he enthusiastically nodded. "Ok!" he said, grinning at Carson. "I'd like that."

"Ok," Carson said, returning Kurt's smile, although it was far more contained than Kurt's was. "Now go, do your beauty routine. I want to have a chance to actually fit a shower in before school today, and it takes you forever."

"Oh, shut up," Kurt said affectionately, sticking his tongue out at his twin before hurrying into the bathroom.

By the time both twins were dressed and downstairs, Kurt had managed to convince himself that he might just have a good day. Carson seemed to be in an agreeable enough mood, for once. He hoped it would last the entire day.

"Morning, boys," their mother said with a yawn as she shuffled into the kitchen after them.

"Morning, Mum," Kurt replied automatically. Carson ignored her as he pulled out a box of cereal from the cupboard and began pouring it into a bowl.

"Did Dad leave already?" asked Kurt. He didn't want to take the chance of anything souring Carson's mood before they'd even left the house.

"In a manner of speaking," Sheryl replied dryly as she turned on the coffee maker. "He's been gone since yesterday, so hell if I know where he is. Or care."

Kurt wasn't sure how to reply to that, but he did notice Carson glancing up briefly, looking interested.

"Anyway," Sheryl continued, "I thought I'd do a bit of grocery shopping today. Does anyone need anything?"

"I'm all set," replied Kurt, grabbing the cereal box and settling himself at the table beside Carson.

"Carson?" asked their mother. "Honey, do you need anything?"

Honey? Since when does she call him that? Kurt wondered suspiciously. She had made at least some sort of effort to be civil to Carson lately, but affectionate names were new. Apparently, Carson found it just as weird as Kurt did, because he gave her a pretty impressive side-eye as he shoved his spoon into his mouth.

"No," he replied simply, calmly chewing his cereal and avoiding eye contact with her.

"Are you sure?" Sheryl pressed.

"Yep."

"Well, ok," she conceded, pouring herself a cup of coffee as the twins finished their breakfast in awkward silence.

"We'd better go," Kurt said after he'd put his bowl in the sink, grabbing his bag and checking the time on the pocket watch he'd carefully chosen to go with that day's outfit. "Wouldn't want to be late." Not to mention that Mom is a pod person at the moment and it's freaking me the hell out.

"Wait for me," Carson said, shoving his last spoonful of cereal into his mouth and getting up from his seat, leaving his bowl and juice glass on the table without bothering to clear them.

Gladly, Kurt thought to himself with a smile as he followed his twin out the door.

"And so," Mr. Martinez was saying as he paced in front of the class, pointing at the dry erase board with a pointer for emphasis, "That battle effectively marked the end of the war. Are there any questions before we proceed?" He glanced over the students, his eyes lingering the longest on Kurt as Kurt blushed and tried his best to ignore it.

Unfortunately, in Kurt's quest to make sure nothing went wrong that day, he had failed to remember that he and Carson would both be in first block history with Mr. Martinez. The older man had been shooting Kurt flirtatious looks the entire period, and Kurt knew damn well that Carson was probably noticing (and probably getting pissed off). He didn't want anything to ruin this day. Not on the first day he'd gotten a civil Carson in god only knew how long.

Although... it was really sort of difficult when it looked as though the teacher had specifically chosen the tightest pants the world had ever known that day. Especially now that Kurt knew exactly what was inside of them.

Goddamn it, Kurt, stop it, he chastised himself, focusing his complete attention on his open textbook so that the semi erection that was threatening to press up against his zipper would go away.

"Ok, well," Mr. Martinez said, clearing his throat. "If there are no more questions-"

"I have a question," Carson piped up, his voice laced with sarcastic sweetness, and Kurt steeled himself for embarrassment as Mr. Martinez waved Carson on.

"Yes, Carson?" he said.

"I was just wondering if we'll ever delve into other aspects of the war," Carson said, sitting up straight in his seat and putting on a look that, to the untrained eye, would look like the face of a serious student, but which Kurt recognized as Carson preparing to lay his claws into his prey.

"Um, such as?" asked the teacher.

"Well, some of the more human aspects," replied Carson. "All of those men fighting these battles. A lot of them were probably very young men. Who were they? What was their story? How many of them were taken advantage of? Like, say, by older men in positions of authority? That's just off the top of my head. Interesting to think about, wouldn't you agree?"

Silence filled the classroom for a moment as Kurt felt his face burning so hot he was sure he probably could have roasted marshmallows on it. Mr. Martinez wasn't faring any better. His face turned an interesting shade of red before he cleared his throat and looked somewhat to the left of Carson, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Yes, well, that... that's very interesting, and you're more than welcome to research that in your own time," the teacher replied at last. Kurt kept his head down and focused on copying notes, counting down the moments until the class ended. He'd never been so relieved in his life as he was when the bell finally rang and he could gather up his things and get the hell out of there.

"Kurt," said Mr. Martinez just as Kurt had slung his bag over his shoulder and was preparing to head for the door. "May I speak with you a moment? Privately?" he added, throwing a nervous glance at Carson, who looked between the two of them with a carefully blank stare before hurrying out of the classroom.

Goddamn it, Kurt sighed in frustration, turning around to face the teacher.

"What is it?" he snapped, his irritation showing clearly in his voice. "I'm not going to fuck you today. That was a one time deal. The sex shop is closed."

"For God's sake, keep your voice down," Mr. Martinez said in a panicked voice, looking nervously around the classroom even though they were the only two in it. "Did you tell your brother about.. you know?"

"No," replied Kurt, since technically he hadn't.

"Are you sure? Because he seems like he knows," the teacher said in a hushed voice. "I can't afford for word to get out about that. I could lose my job."

"Relax, he won't tell anybody," Kurt said, crossing his arms.

"So he knows?" asked Mr. Martinez, his face rapidly losing color.

"Look, I'm in no mood for this today. Your job is fine," said Kurt. "I have to go." He turned around and hurried out of the classroom before the teacher could get in another word. He had hoped he could catch up with Carson, but his twin was nowhere in sight by the time Kurt got out into the hall. He heaved a huge sigh and leaned up against a row of lockers, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Well, that went fucking well, didn't it?

Kurt got definitive proof that Carson wasn't happy when his twin failed to meet him for lunch that day. He knew Carson wouldn't forget, especially when he was the one who had suggested it in the first place, so he must have been pissed off about history class that morning. Kurt waited ten minutes before he left the cafeteria and set his jaw in a line, determined to track Carson down whether his twin liked it or not. He peeked into the library and the boys' bathroom before he finally got the idea to check the journalism classroom, one of Carson's favorite hangouts.

Lo and behold, there sat Carson in a seat at the teacher's desk, typing something on a laptop and not even looking up as Kurt stalked into the room and shut the door noisily behind him.

"You stood me up," he barked at him, waiting for some kind of reaction from Carson.

Carson shrugged, which infuriated Kurt even more. "You looked pretty cozy with Mr. Pedobear this morning. I assumed you wouldn't mind if I skipped lunch to get some work done. Besides, I texted you to tell you not to expect me."

"You did?" asked Kurt, mentally kicking himself for not putting his phone on vibrate. Who the hell knew how many other texts he had missed that morning?

"I did," said Carson calmly. "It's not my fault if you never check your phone. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I have a shit ton of stuff to do here."

A surge of defiance flowed through Kurt then, causing him to cross his arms stubbornly and stare Carson down. "No," he said fiercely. "We said we were going to eat together today, and I'm going to eat with you whether you like it or not." He threw himself down into a nearby seat, tossing his bag onto the desk and rooting around for his small bag of sandwiches.

"Suit yourself," Carson said with a shrug.

"I will," retorted Kurt.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Kurt unwrapped a sandwich and took an angry bite out of it, frowning as he chewed and watched Carson, who continued typing away without looking at him. His face was curiously blank, as though he were making a conscious effort not to let any emotion show through whatsoever, and Kurt had no idea why this irritated him so much. He didn't know what he even expected, really. An apology from Carson? Maybe. Or maybe he just wanted Carson to react to him somehow. Acknowledge his presence, look him in the eye... something. Moments where they connected while sober were so few and far between these days.

Kurt sighed and reached into his brown paper bag for another wrapped sandwich. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked Carson.

"No."

"Not even a little?" Kurt pressed, getting up from his seat and walking over to Carson, holding the sandwich out in front of him like an offering.

"Not even a little," Carson replied, although he did at least look up for a brief second, which gave Kurt a bit of encouragement.

"It's peanut butter and banana," Kurt continued, waving the sandwich in front of Carson's face. "Remember that one time we were out of jam, so out of desperation you made peanut butter and banana, and you almost had an orgasm when you took the first bite?"

"Be that as it may, I'm still not hungry," Carson said, although he was now sneaking more than brief glances at the sandwich every few seconds in between clacks at his keyboard.

Kurt walked around the desk, placing himself behind Carson's chair and peeling away the foil wrapping before waving the sandwich under his twin's nose. "Oh come on," he pressed. "You haven't eaten since this morning."

"Stop," said Carson.

"One bite," said Kurt.

"No."

"Just one."

"Goddamn it, Kurt."

"Please?"

Carson sighed. "If I eat one bite, will you leave me alone?"

"I promise nothing."

Carson spun the chair around, facing Kurt and giving him a withering stare as Kurt held the sandwich toward his mouth.

"Open up for the train, Carson," Kurt crooned, setting himself down on Carson's lap and tapping his twin's lips with the sandwich.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes," said Kurt. "Open up."

Carson rolled his eyes and obeyed, opening his mouth and allowing Kurt to shove the corner of the sandwich into it. He bit off a chunk and began to chew.

"Good?" asked Kurt.

"Passable," replied Carson as he swallowed.

"Screw you!" exclaimed Kurt.

"Fine, it was more than above average," supplied Carson. "Happy?"

Their eyes met for a second, and at last there seemed to be actual emotion in Carson's. Just a twinge, but Kurt could see it. He started to become very aware that he was in Carson's lap at the moment, and that his twin's hands had automatically wrapped themselves around his waist. It felt really nice, and Kurt briefly wondered how long it was going to last. Without thinking, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Carson's, expecting to be shoved away.

He wasn't. Instead, Carson seemed only momentarily startled before he started kissing Kurt back earnestly, his lips eagerly sucking Kurt's bottom lip between them as Kurt let out a low moan. Kurt felt strong hands gripping him firmly around the waist, and the forcefulness of it sent shivers down his spine as he continued kissing Carson like his life depended on it. Their kissing grew increasingly heated and passionate, and then Kurt let out a small squeak of surprise when the hands that had been holding him in place were suddenly lifting him up, out of the chair, shoving the laptop haphazardly yet carefully out of the way, and setting him down roughly on top of the teacher's desk.

"Mmph," Kurt murmured as his and Carson's lips slid against each other. He could feel the cool metal of the desk on his back through his clothes, and Carson was standing over him, almost draped right on top of him, his hands running up and down Kurt's thighs as his lips went to town. Kurt's hands eagerly explored, sliding beneath Carson's shirt to glide over the smooth skin of his back.

"Goddamn it," he heard Carson murmur between kisses, and he wasn't sure if it was meant for him or if it was something Carson was saying to himself. He didn't really care either way, because their groins were pressing together at the moment, and all Kurt could think about was how hard he was getting. And how hard Carson was getting. He was drowning in a sea of lust and feelings, and wondering if he had a condom on him.

And then the door of the classroom was opening, and Carson was scrambling off of him as a familiar voice let out a low whistle.

"Wooow," said the intruder. "Seriously, don't even mind me. Keep going. This is some hot shit."

Kurt sat up on the desk, turning around and glaring at Sebastian, who was leaning up against the door with a sly smirk on his face.

"Goddamn it, Sebastian, what do you want?" he snapped, sneaking a glance over at Carson, who had sat back down in his chair and looked like he was desperately trying to get his careful, blank expression back.

"Relax, Princess," Sebastian said calmly. "I'm only here to confer with Carson about our English project."

"Wait, what?" asked Kurt, confused.

"Carson and I have been paired together by the hands of fate to collaborate on a presentation for English," Sebastian explained. "When he told me to meet him here at lunch I didn't think there'd be heavy twin-on-twin porn going on, or I would have arrived a lot sooner."

"Yeah, I, um... I kind of forgot he was coming," Carson stammered out, his cheeks only slightly red as he adjusted his clothes and met Kurt's gaze. "You distracted me."

"I'll bet he did," Sebastian said gleefully. "He's good at that. I get so little work done when he gets in one of those moods where he'll-"

"Anyway," Carson interrupted him through gritted teeth as Kurt glared at him. "Sebastian, why don't we just meet up some other time? Lunch is almost over, anyway."

"Sure, sure," Sebastian said, his grin widening. "My place, sometime this week?"

"Yeah, fine, whatever. Can you just go?" Carson said pointedly, and Sebastian nodded, winking at them as he backed away toward the door.

"Behave, you two," he said as he exited the room, closing the door behind him. The twins just looked at each other for a moment as Kurt tried to process what the hell had just happened.

"So, um... continue where we left off?" he said hopefully, searching Carson's face for agreement. Carson just stared at him, only opening his mouth when the bell rang to signal the end of the lunch period.

"Class," he said, grabbing his messenger bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He strode quickly out of the classroom, leaving Kurt by himself, still sitting on the teacher's desk and wondering when the hell relating to Carson had gotten so damn complicated.

Not to mention, the prospect of him spending time with Sebastian alone to work on their project made him feel weirdly jealous in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on.

I don't get you, life. Sometimes, I really don't.

Carson shuffled dejectedly out of the assisted living home, feeling glum with his face turned toward his shoes. It had definitely not been one of Grandma's better days, and he had been thrown out almost as soon as he'd arrived.

"Get out! I don't know you," was what he had been greeted with, and he'd had no choice but to comply, even though he'd had a hell of a week and could really have used the comfort of talking with his grandmother. Even if she considered him a complete stranger, he needed some kind of escape. Ever since Monday, when he'd forgotten himself and wound up heavily making out with Kurt in the journalism classroom, he'd been desperately trying to get a hold of himself and remember that he was a strong, independent person who didn't need to take any of Kurt's games.

Because, honestly, he was on the verge of losing it. First, Kurt acted like he didn't care about Carson on any kind of deep, romantic level, blatantly screwing other guys like it wasn't any big deal. And the next minute, he acted like a hurt and confused puppy who didn't understand why Carson was just a little bit unreceptive. Carson had no idea which it was anymore, and if he thought about it too long it gave him a migraine.

And the worst part was that, despite his best efforts, Kurt was still able to just about reel him in every single time. He would just flash his blue eyes at Carson, maybe pout a little, basically just exist around Carson, and Carson could practically feel himself losing grip and giving in. He couldn't help it. It was like Kurt had some kind of magical hold over him, and frankly, Carson found it irritating. Why couldn't he just stick to his guns? Be strong? Not be jealous when he saw Kurt flirting with other guys? Not feel like some invisible tether was attaching him to Kurt no matter how much he tried to deny it?

Carson sighed and leaned up against the wall of the building, taking his jacket off in the unseasonably warm weather. He held it under his arm as he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up, taking a long drag and letting the smoke out in a puff into the air. A peal of feminine laughter pierced his reverie, and he looked about irritably for the source of the interruption, almost swallowing his cigarette when he saw what it was.

It was the mysterious redhead he had seen his father with before. And he was with her again, showing her something on his phone as they walked down the street together, laughing. More importantly, they were walking down Carson's side of the street. Carson quickly ducked into the small alley that separated the assisted living home from the neighboring bank, and kept his eyes on the couple until they had passed him, heading down the opposite end of the street. Grateful for the distraction from his thoughts, he decided to follow them, although he really had no idea why. Perhaps his curiosity was just getting the better of him.

Besides, he thought as he started walking behind them, careful to remain at least ten paces behind and remain as quiet and unobtrusive as possible, If I'm going to be a journalist, following people to get the story is what I'll have to learn to do anyway, isn't it?

He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting to see, but his father and his girlfriend turned out to be very boring people, indeed. They didn't seem to do much besides pop into various shops, but the woman, whoever she was, seemed to be making out like a bandit, because after pretty much every shop they came out with at least one bag.

That explains why she'd go for Dad, I guess, Carson thought dryly as he stood casually outside of the sixth shop, waiting for the two of them to come back out. It can't be his winning personality, that's for damn sure. Unless he does a complete 180 when he's around her.

"Carson?"

Carson just barely managed to not jump a meter in the air as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, relieved to see that it was only Kurt, with Sebastian in tow.

"Kurt, what the fuck?" he exclaimed, reaching for a cigarette to calm his nerves down. "Don't do that!"

"Jesus, sorry," Kurt said. "What the hell are you doing anyway, just hanging out here?"

"Maybe I like hanging out," Carson replied, suddenly realizing that he would have to get the boys away from that shop quickly, before Neal and his mistress came back out. He didn't really want to have to explain to Kurt who she was. Or why Carson had taken it upon himself to follow them. Especially since he himself didn't really even know the answer to that second question.

"What have you two been up to?" he asked casually, beginning to walk away and hoping they would follow him. Thankfully, they did.

"We went for a bit of ice cream because it was so warm out," replied Kurt. "I was going to invite you along before we left school, but I couldn't find you."

"Yeah, I ditched my last class," said Carson, puffing on his cigarette as he walked.

"I thought you said you weren't going to ditch anymore because of your grades," Kurt mumbled.

"I changed my mind."

"So, Carson, when are we going to start work on our project?" asked Sebastian, sounding like he was trying to curb an argument before it began. "We only have a few weeks to work on it."

"I don't know," Carson said with a noncommittal shrug.

"How's tomorrow?" Sebastian pressed.

"Fine, I guess?"

"I thought we had plans tomorrow," interrupted Kurt, looking at Sebastian with an odd expression that instantly irritated Carson.

"That's fine, keep your plans. It's fine," he insisted. "Sebastian and I can just work at school. God knows I wouldn't want to infringe on your plans."

Kurt glared at him as Sebastian shook his head.

"No, no," said Sebastian. "You, my friend, are coming to my house tomorrow and we're going to work like the good little boys we are."

"But," Kurt protested.

"Kurt, you might not care about your grades, but I have to get into a good university if I'm to get into a good law school later on," Sebastian said.

"Yes, Kurt, not all of us can just literally cozy up to the teacher to get a good grade," added Carson, instantly regretting the words when Kurt looked slightly wounded, but trying not to let it show. "How's noon, Sebastian?"

"Noon is fine," the other boy replied. "Oh, and bring your swim trunks."

"What?" the twins replied at once, although Kurt's sounded horrified and Carson's sounded confused. "Why the hell do I need swim trunks to work on our project?"

"Oh, Carson," said Sebastian with a wink. "You know I never do any business without a little pleasure."

"Eew," Carson replied.

"You know, I think we'd better be getting home," Kurt announced, looping his arm possessively through Carson's and leading him away from Sebastian with a huffy look on his face. Carson hated to admit that Kurt's obvious jealousy was kind of turning him on, but, well... it was.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow, Carson!" Sebastian shouted after them as Kurt's grip on Carson's arm tightened. "Remember, swim trunks!"

"Ok!" Carson shouted back, purely for the way Kurt drew him just a little bit closer at the words.

True to his word, Carson threw a pair of swim trunks into his messenger bag the next day before he headed out of the house, even though he very highly doubted that he actually planned to use them. He had texted Sebastian that morning to order him explicitly not to pick him up, that he would take the bus. He had his limits. A car ride to Sebastian's neighborhood where he would be forced to make small talk the entire way was most definitely past those limits.

"What time will you be home?" asked Kurt as Carson prepared to walk out the door. He was clearly trying to sound casual, but anyone could tell he was bugged severely by the day's plan.

Carson shrugged in reply. "Dunno. When we're done working, I guess."

"It's a little cold out today," Kurt said. "Probably going to get a bit colder by the time you get there."

"Oh, I don't know about that," said Carson. "It's unseasonably warm, actually. And I hear Sebastian's pool is heated, isn't it?"

The look on Kurt's face as Carson left the house with those words was priceless.

"I thought I told you I could make it to your house myself," Carson said exasperatedly as he stepped off the bus and was greeted by Sebastian leaning casually against the bus stop.

"Oh, shut up and don't be a drama queen," Sebastian replied, pointing across the street to his car. "Just get in."

Carson sighed, begrudgingly opening the passenger side door and getting in the car as Sebastian got into the driver seat and started the engine. Thankfully, it didn't take long to pull up into the driveway of Sebastian's house.

"So," Carson said, getting out of the car and following the other boy into the house, "Shall we get started, then?"

"Did you bring swim trunks?" asked Sebastian, ignoring the question.

Carson stared at him witheringly. "Sebastian, I'm here to work."

"Don't you ever just let loose and have a good time?" the other boy asked as they entered the Smythe's fancy living room. He parked himself in a chair and gave Carson a curious look. "Or is it always just work with you?"

"It's pretty much always just work, yeah," said Carson, crossing his arms stubbornly.

"We can work in the pool," Sebastian insisted. "Or the screening room. Or anywhere you like."

"Somewhere with space to spread out all our stuff would be great," Carson said pointedly.

"Kinky."

"Oh, come the fuck on," Carson said with a sigh. "Look, we couldn't choose our own partners or you definitely would not have been my first choice, so can we just get on with it already?"

"That hurts, Carson," said Sebastian, getting up from the chair. "I'm wounded. Alright, come on. We can use my dad's office." He led Carson down he hall and into a room with fancy glass doors, and Carson had to fight to suck in a breath at his first sight of Mr. Smythe's office. It was glorious. Sort of how he pictured his future office would look when he was finally a celebrated journalist. He quickly tried to stifle any outward expression of being impressed as he set his bag down and carefully started taking out the research he had already conducted and printed out, along with his laptop.

"Ok, so what I think we should probably do is each take half the paper and write it, and work on the presentation together," said Carson. "Or one of us could write the paper and the other could do the presentation. Whichever."

"Well, you're the writer," Sebastian pointed out. "I don't mind putting together a slideshow if you don't mind doing the paper."

"Fine," Carson agreed, relieved that at least Sebastian seemed to be focusing on work now. "So, I can probably have the paper written in about a week. If I give you a copy of that, how long do you think it would take you to put together the presentation?"

"A couple of days, tops," Sebastian assured him.

"Ok, good. So, today, why don't you help me put together an outline for the paper?" Carson suggested. "That way we can at least both agree what will be in it."

They set to work poring over Carson's research, and despite the fact that Sebastian wasn't exactly Carson's favorite person since he'd started pseudo-dating Kurt, at least he was a good worker when he actually focused. It was a nice change from other research partners Carson had dealt with in the past, who usually were only too happy to let Carson do all the work while they did nothing but sit on their ass. It was really weird to be alone with Sebastian like this, knowing that they couldn't really be friends at this point in time, but also unable to deny that they did get along and work really well together.

As with most things in Carson's life, it was a complicated feeling.

"I think that ought to do it," Sebastian announced an hour later as they finally agreed on the last topic of the paper body. "You can probably get this to ten pages, right?"

"Yep," Carson assured him. "I should probably get going," he added quickly, hoping that Sebastian would forget about the pool.

"Not so fast, there, Speedy," Sebastian said, giving Carson that infuriating grin of his. "I saw those swim trunks in your bag."

Fuck.

"I said I would bring trunks, I never said I would swim in them," said Carson.

"That was implied," Sebastian said. "Come on, you know you want to swim. It's hot out."

"It's not that hot."

"Pool's heated."

"You know you're a pain in the ass, right?" asked Carson as he gathered up his stuff and neatly placed it all back in his bag.

"I get that a lot, but to be fair, I'm actually a pretty rough top, so it's a fair assessment," replied Sebastian casually as Carson rolled his eyes.

"How many minutes in the pool will it take for you to leave me alone about it?"

"At least ten," said Sebastian. "You in?"

Carson sighed as he got up and grabbed his swim trunks, half wishing he'd never even brought them. "Ok, fine. Ten minutes and then I'm going home."

"Deal," said Sebastian. "You can change in the pool house," he added, grabbing Carson by the hand and racing him down the hall and out a side door that led to the pool, which, Carson had to admit to himself, did look really enticing.

"I'm going to put these on, and you'd better not fucking peek at me, you pervert," Carson said, holding up his trunks.

"Well, if you and Kurt have identical DNA, I've basically already seen everything," Sebastian pointed out.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just bring up the fact that you're fucking my brother, ok?" Carson mumbled, shutting himself into the pool house, which was about as big as his own actual house. He changed quickly, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor, and opened the door back up. Sebastian had already stripped down to his own trunks, and Carson mentally slapped himself for even considering admitting that Sebastian was pretty attractive.

I can see why Kurt would go for him, he thought, sizing Sebastian up quickly so that the other boy wouldn't notice him doing it. He's a lot better looking than me. At least he has abs.

"Super hot," Sebastian said with a wink when he laid eyes on Carson.

"Shut up."

"You coming in?" the other boy asked.

"Do I have a choice?" mumbled Carson.

"Nope," replied Sebastian, and before Carson knew what was happening, he felt hands pushing him and then an arctic blast of water over his skin as he landed in the pool.

"You fucking asshole!" he shouted when he had bobbed back up, glaring at Sebastian, who stood at the edge of the pool snickering.

"Well it was either that or spend the entire ten minutes watching you dip your toes in cautiously," said Sebastian.

Carson replied by swimming up to the edge and reaching behind Sebastian's knees, giving him as hard of a push as he could. The other boy lost his footing and fell into the pool with a shriek.

"Now we're even," Carson said calmly when Sebastian finally reappeared on the surface of the water. "Jackass."

"Bitch," replied Sebastian, splashing water in Carson's direction.

"Asshole," retorted Carson, splashing him right back.

"Drama queen," said Sebastian with a splash.

"Tosser," said Carson.

They stared at each other for a minute, each silently daring the other to go on. Sebastian finally broke the ice, splashing water directly in Carson's face, and Carson started splashing the other boy with all his strength, hell bent on getting revenge.

"I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted, trying to ignore the fact that a smile was slowly beginning to form across his face. Could it be he was actually having fun?

Nah, it couldn't be. It was Sebastian. The boy who had come back into town out of nowhere and stole his man.

Oh, come off it, you moron. He did not "steal" your man, because Kurt was never your man to begin with. Besides, he let you stay here when you had nowhere else to go. He's not all that bad, is he?

Ok, fine. Carson was enjoying himself. He shrieked as a blast of water hit him in the face.

"Oooh, arctic facial, ten points for me," Sebastian crowed in glee.

"Fuck you!" Carson replied, gathering water in his cupped hands and flinging it at Sebastian with a playful grin.

"That a challenge, Phillips?" asked Sebastian.

"Well, I see studying is going well," came a voice from the side of the pool, and Carson and Sebastian looked over at the same time to see Kurt standing there, arms crossed, looking none too impressed. Carson's good mood instantly faded. Even through the sunglasses he was wearing, Kurt looked jealous, almost pissed, and a flood of defiance coursed through Carson's veins.

"What are you doing here? Checking up on me?" he asked in a biting tone.

"I was in the neighborhood," replied Kurt.

"It's a bus ride away, Kurt," retorted Carson. God, what the hell does he think I'm going to do? Fuck his boyfriend? It suddenly hit him that he felt pretty stupid at the moment, laughing and shrieking like an idiot with someone he shouldn't even want to be friends with, while his own brother looked at him like he was some kind of intruder.

He's jealous? Am I the other man in this particular scenario?

Well, how the hell does he like it when it looks like the shoe is on the other foot, hmm?

"Kurt, since you're here, you want to join us?" asked Sebastian, looking slightly uncomfortable and yet amused at the same time.

"Oh no, don't mind me, I wouldn't want to spoil your fun," Kurt replied, pushing his sunglasses up on top of his head and looking down at them with his mouth set in a line. "Besides, I only came because I thought Carson would want some company on his way home. Where he should go soon, because it's going to be dark. And cold. Very, very cold. You look cold. Both of you look cold. You should get out and get dressed soon. Like... fully dressed. Carson, you do realize that Sebastian and I have fucked in there, right?"

"I'm a big boy, Kurt," Carson said, getting out of the pool as if his ass were on fire and grabbing one of the towels Sebastian had set out on the pool chairs. He suddenly wasn't really in the mood to swim anymore. "I don't need an escort home."

"Well.. I just..." Kurt began, trailing off lamely as he watched Carson dry himself off.

"Well, since you're here, you can stay and have fun with your boyfriend. I'm leaving, anyway," Carson said quickly.

"He's not my boyfriend, and you don't have to leave, Carson," sighed Kurt.

"No, I do. I... I suddenly remembered I have stuff to do," Carson said, disappearing into the pool house and changing quickly back into his clothes. He didn't even bother taking his trunks with him as he came back out, walked right past Kurt without even acknowledging him or Sebastian, and tore through the house to collect his bag. He left as quickly as he could, fighting the urge to scream out his frustration as he stalked off toward the bus stop.

Why does he have such a hold over me? It isn't even fair. Don't I deal with enough in my life without this?

I love him, but he frustrates the living shit out of me.

I love him.

No, stop that. Fuck.

He pulled out his phone, searching for the quickest, most effective distraction he could think of.

"Santana?" he asked when the phone got picked up on the second ring? "Are you busy?"

"Uuuungh," Santana moaned as Carson fully sheathed himself inside of her, pulling her hips down and planting his hands on them to keep her in place as he pressed their pelvises together. The two of them had started drinking almost as soon as Carson had arrived at Santana's place, and he had been only too grateful for an excuse to not have to feel his own feelings. As usually seemed to happen whenever he and Santana got drunk together, one thing had led to another, and somehow they had wound up in Santana's parents' bed, fucking like there was no tomorrow. Just the way Carson liked it.

He pressed down on her hips, restricting her movements as he rotated his hips slowly, teasingly. He had learned enough about Santana's kinks by now to know that being dominated in bed was one of her things, but only when she felt like turning over that control to him. Now was apparently one of those times, because if it hadn't been, he would probably have received a kick in the balls by now.

He grew tired of teasing her and let go of her hips, turning his attention to her breasts instead. He cupped one in each hand and leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth as he thrust, tugging slightly on it with his teeth and letting the sound of Santana's pleased moan send electricity straight down to his pulsing dick.

"Fuck," Santana panted, rolling her hips down in circles to meet Carson's. He moaned and buried his face in her chest, letting her stimulate him with her hips as he momentarily stopped thrusting.

"Don't you fucking stop," Santana ordered with a drunken slur. Well, Carson wasn't really one to deny a woman what she wanted. He pulled almost all the way out and then thrust as hard as he could, so hard that he actually slammed her upwards toward the headboard. She screamed and thrust back down onto him, her nails digging painfully into his back. He slipped one hand between them, his thumb expertly finding the small bundle of nerves that he began to draw teasing circles on. She shivered beneath him and clenched her muscles, gripping him tightly as he thrust in and out of her like his life depended on it.

"Uh... uh... aah, fuck," Santana moaned, arching her back and screaming out her orgasm. "Shit, shit, oh god, yes..."

Her muscles clenched even tighter, and Carson continued pounding her mercilessly. He felt teeth on his neck as she nipped at him and pulled him closer toward her.

"Fuck," he groaned, slamming into her several more times before he felt his balls tighten up. He shivered and came, spilling into the condom as he pulsed inside of her. They stayed in position for a while, Carson still inside of her as Santana nipped small bites into his skin.

"I could use another drink," Santana said at last, and Carson nodded in agreement, carefully pulling out.

"Oh, shit," he groaned, his eyes struggling to focus on the condom as he went to pull it off.

"What?" asked Santana with a yawn.

"Don't be pissed or anything, but I think the condom broke," said Carson as he surveyed the damage. "No, scratch that. I'm positive the condom broke."

"Ugh, is that all?" groaned Santana as she buried her face in a pillow. "Who cares? I'm on the pill."

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Carson, as long as you're not carrying deadly acid dick disease, I really don't care," said Santana dismissively. "Now, seriously, I needs to get my drinking on."

"Ok, ok, shit," Carson said, getting up and tossing the useless condom in the trash. He passed his phone on his way out of Santana's room and took a cursory glance through his notifications. There was text after text from Kurt wanting to know where he was and if he was still alive, and Carson sighed as he turned the phone back off.

Kurt could sweat it out for another couple of hours. Carson was too drunk for this, and he had shit to do.

The next few weeks passed about as normally for Carson as possible. He and Kurt continued their weird sort of dance around each other, school continued to suck ass, and their father continued to spend longer and longer amounts of time out of the house, much to Carson's relief and intrigue. He had taken to following him and his girlfriend around out of amusement whenever he had the opportunity, although he hadn't learned much more than he had initially. He had, however, witnessed Neal purchasing several nice pieces of jewelry, neither of which had made their way to Sheryl, to Carson's knowledge.

I wish he would just move in with Redhead and leave us alone entirely, Carson had thought more than once, especially on the rare evenings that Neal was actually at home. He seemed to take the opportunity to make up for all the time he missed verbally berating Carson by cranking it up to eleven when he was home, and Carson was so very close to just losing his shit.

I swear to fuck, I will find a way to get my own revenge back someday, you fucker.

He was thinking this very thing one afternoon as he loaded his laptop into his bag in preparation to go to Sebastian's house. Their project was due at the end of the week, and he had grudgingly promised Sebastian that he would come over to help him put the final touches on their presentation. He supposed that he technically could have done this over the internet, but if he was being entirely honest with himself (and he didn't usually like to be honest with himself when it came to things like this), he was sort of learning how to enjoy Sebastian's company. Sort of. At least when Kurt wasn't also around. Also, Neal hadn't been out of the house in several days, and Carson was more than sick of his shit.

"I think I'll come with you," Kurt announced, standing in the doorway and watching Carson load up his bag.

"Why?" asked Carson, exasperated. "Afraid I'm going to blow your boyfriend?"

"He is not my boyfriend," Kurt insisted, rolling his eyes. "I just... I want to go with you, that's all."

"Well, you're going to be very bored, because all we're going to do is work," said Carson.

"I'm bored here anyway. Seth is on holiday with his parents," Kurt whined. "Sebastian is my friend too, you can't stop me from going over there if I want to."

"Sure, your friend who you just happen to be fucking. Find your own way there, then," replied Carson smoothly, breezing past him and heading out the door. He heard the door open and close again, and footsteps hurrying to keep up with him.

"Come on, Carson, wait up," Kurt pleaded.

"No."

"Please?"

"Go home, Kurt."

"I'm just going to go anyway, and I could get kidnapped and held for sexual slavery, and you would feel terrible that you were so dismissive," Kurt grumbled, sounding slightly pouty. Carson sighed but slowed down his pace, giving in and allowing his twin to catch up with him.

"Thank you," Kurt said exaggeratedly as he fell into place beside Carson.

"Whatever."

They ignored each other in silence until they finally reached Sebastian's house, where the other boy greeted them with a wave from an upstairs balcony.

"You can go on in, boys, it's open!" he called down. "Kurt, I didn't expect to see you."

"He was bored," Carson said pointedly, rolling his eyes. Kurt elbowed him in the ribs.

They made their way inside the house, parking themselves in the living room, where Sebastian quickly joined them with three beers in his arms, two of which he handed off to the twins.

"I didn't come here to drink," Carson protested. "I mean... for once. We really have to get our presentation squared away."

"Calm your abs, I've taken care of it," Sebastian assured him. "All you really have to do is check over it."

"Shouldn't I do that before I start drinking?" asked Carson.

"Eh, do it later. Let's have some fun," said Sebastian.

"I'm with Sebastian on this, we should have some fun," spoke up Kurt, scooting over as close as possible to Carson as he sipped at his beer.

"I bet you are," mumbled Carson as he opened his own beer and took a long drink from it. He could already tell it was going to be a long night.

He was right. Somehow or another, the three of them ended up stretched out on chairs in the screening room several hours later, Carson working on his fifth beer and watching boredly as Sebastian and Kurt played the world's most torturous game of Monopoly. Torturous for Carson, that is, because the other two were so drunk at that point that instead of paying rent when they landed on each other's properties, they had taken to paying each other in messy, open-mouthed kisses. It was really quite disgusting.

And torture for Carson. Never forget the torture.

"Caarshun," Kurt slurred, reaching over and batting weakly at Carson's hand. "Car... Carsh... Curson, you should come play with us."

"I'm all set," Carson protested, taking a long swig from his drink.

"He's a pussy," said Sebastian, breaking out into a laugh at his own joke. "Pussy pussy pussyyy," he taunted Carson.

"Fuck both of you," said Carson, flipping them off and getting up for another beer.

"Come ooon, Carson," pleaded Kurt. "Just for a bit."

"No."

"He can't handle it," Sebastian said. "It's cool."

"Thank you, Sebastian," said Carson sarcastically as he popped open his sixth can.

"Pussy."

"Ok, you know what, fuck this shit," Carson snapped. "I am not a pussy."

"Then come play with us," Kurt said brightly, making grabby hands toward his twin. "We can play strip Monopoly," he added with a giggle.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Carson said, rolling his eyes and sitting himself down on the floor between the two boys. "I'll play, but I won't strip."

"If you don't strip, you don't play," Sebastian said simply. "That's the rules."

"Both of you are clinically fucking insane," Carson murmured. "Fine. I've always been pretty lucky at this game anyway."

"Pussy."

"Enough. Jesus."

Unfortunately, he really shouldn't have spoken so soon, because by the time they had been playing for about forty-five minutes, Carson was the most undressed out of the three. Fortunately, however, he was on his eighth beer by then and almost couldn't have cared less. He almost didn't even notice when he felt lips being pressed to his own, until he suddenly realized that they belonged to Sebastian and not to Kurt.

"Mmmph... what the fuck," he spluttered as he hastily parted from the kiss.

"You landed on Marvin Gardens, and that... that's my property and you had to pay the rent," Sebastian slurred sloppily. "Tell him, Kurt."

"The rent. You had to pay it," Kurt crooned with a smile, rocking back and forth in his spot. "But," he added, his eyebrows knitting together in a frown, "No more. No more rent. You can't kiss him, because he's mine."

Carson wasn't entirely sure who "him" was, and truthfully, he was much too drunk to give a shit. What he did know was that, now that he had gotten over the initial shock of being kissed by Sebastian, he was finding that he actually kind of liked it.

Sure, it was probably the alcohol, but still.

"You know what?" said Carson. "I.. I don't think I.. I paid aaall the rent." He leaned back in and attacked Sebastian's lips with his own, letting the kiss linger for a while before he pulled away. Sebastian looked hungry for more, and Kurt looked pissed beyond belief.

"How was that?" asked Carson triumphantly. "That... that good?"

"Fuck," murmured Sebastian as Kurt shook his head vigorously.

"I can do it better," he announced, grabbing Sebastian clumsily and kissing him roughly. Carson wasn't sure whether to be pissed or turned on, so he decided on both.

"Show off," he mumbled, crawling over to Sebastian and carefully plopping himself in his lap, one leg on either side of Sebastian's hips as he leaned in for another kiss, this one lasting longer than either of the previous ones. Carson even allowed his tongue a little involvement, and the reddish purple color of Kurt's cheeks was more than enough reward. He pulled back from the kiss, and Sebastian's lips followed him, clearly thirsting for more.

"No, no, bad boy," Kurt whispered, placing himself at Sebastian's back and gripping his shoulders tightly to keep him in place. "You wait and take what he gives you."

It was at this point that Carson got the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that this whole situation was most likely headed toward one hell of a bout of drunken sex between the three of them, and, while what little remained of the logical side of his brain was telling him they should stop, the competitive nature within him and the rapidly growing bulge in his boxer briefs severely begged to differ. He felt like he was competing with everyone. Competing with Kurt over who was the better lover. Competing with Sebastian over Kurt. Competition everywhere.

It turned him on like nothing else.

He switched his brain off and slowly pulled Sebastian's T-shirt off, tossing it aside. He slid his lips down Sebastian's jaw and further down his chest, resting them on a nipple and sucking slightly. Sebastian let out a moan that was silenced by Kurt's lips, and Carson grinned to himself as he worked his way down the other boy's torso, blowing teasingly into his belly button before hooking his fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Sebastian looked down at him through hooded eyes, his cheeks flushed and his mouth hanging slightly open as Carson licked his lips at the flushed erection presented before him.

"Should I?" he asked, directing the question more at Kurt than at Sebastian. His twin was busy running his hands up and down Sebastian's chest, his lips occasionally burying themselves in his neck and nipping a bite or two into the skin.

""Start with his balls," Kurt instructed him. "He likes that."

"I don't know," murmured Carson, stroking his fingers lightly up and down Sebastian's package teasingly.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, somebody do something before I give up and go jack off someplace," Sebastian snapped impatiently. Carson snorted and gave him a light slap on the thigh, which caused Sebastian to moan and Kurt to gasp and look at Carson with wide, lustful eyes.

"I'm in charge here, Snarky, so I make the rules," Carson explained patiently. He positioned himself comfortably and carefully wrapped his mouth around Sebastian's balls, letting his fingers tease the pulsing cock.

"Oh god," Sebastian groaned as Carson worked him over. He looked up through his eyelashes and could see Kurt tweaking the boy's nipples with his fingers, which was doing nothing to help calm Sebastian down. The guy looked a complete mess, even though he was clearly trying to keep himself somewhat pulled together. His head lolled back, and Kurt seized the presented opportunity to nip at his bottom lip, causing him to moan louder.

Carson gave one final suck to Sebastian's balls before changing positions and licking a broad stripe up the entire length of the underside of his dick. He smiled and pressed a teasing kiss to the tip before working his tongue around it in circles like a lollipop.

"Fuuuuuck," groaned Sebastian against Kurt's mouth, and Carson took a deep breath before carefully sliding Sebastian into his mouth and down his throat. He let it linger, feeling the weight and the satisfying fullness of the throbbing member inside his mouth before he bobbed back up and repeated the process.

"Pull his hair," he heard Kurt whisper above them, and apparently Sebastian was in no mood to argue, because Carson felt hands cautiously yanking at his hair mere seconds later. It excited him, made electricity run down his spine as he worked Sebastian's hardness and watched his twin eagerly kissing him with copious amounts of tongue.

"Gonna come," Sebastian mumbled between kisses. "Oh god, gonna come."

"Don't let him come," Kurt barked, and Carson immediately popped off of Sebastian, licking his swollen lips as Kurt left Sebastian's back and came over to him, pressing his mouth against his twin's.

It was nothing like any kiss they'd had before, drunk or sober. It was rougher, more desperate, and Carson could almost see an animalistic glint in Kurt's eyes as his twin looked at him with lust clouding every delicate feature of his face.

"Wanna fuck him together?" he whispered, and Carson bit his lip, nodding as Kurt cupped his face in his hands and kissed him a little gentler.

"This is going to be fun," Kurt assured him, grinning. He got up and pulled Sebastian to his feet, pointing at one of the nearby sofas. "Hands and knees."

"I don't bottom, Princess," Sebastian protested. "I don't get fucked, I do the fucking."

"Tonight, you do," said Carson, surprising himself at the forcefulness in his own voice. God, I think I just turned MYSELF on. "Unless, of course, you don't waaaant us," he added, pulling Kurt close to him and catching his lips in a slow, sensual kiss, making sure to let Sebastian see tongue. Kurt shivered and ran his hands down Carson's torso, slipping one down inside his underwear to brush at his pulsing dick.

"Mmm, if he's not interested, I'll just fuck you right here," Kurt whispered, and Carson had to fight the urge to throw him down on the nearest hard surface right then and just ravish him. Or allow himself to be ravished. He really wasn't picky.

"Goddamn it. Ok, ok, you can fuck me. But we're not going to make this a habit or anything," Sebastian finally conceded, won over by the insistence of his own throbbing cock. He inserted himself on the other side of Kurt so that Kurt was in the middle, and Carson felt that surge of competitiveness in his blood again as he and Sebastian each began covering the exposed, pale skin with kisses and bites that were definitely going to leave their mark in the morning. But, for now, none of them cared.

"Mmmm," moaned Kurt appreciatively. "So, as I said. Hands and knees."

Sebastian did as he was told, perching himself on hands and knees on the sofa while Kurt rooted around in his bag for a few seconds. He retrieved some condoms, a bottle of lube, and another small bottle that Carson instantly recognized as a popper bottle.

"You carry those around?" he asked, incredulously.

"Seb and I got some last time we were at the club," explained Kurt. "It's going to make you feel so good when I fuck you."

"Oh god," Carson groaned as the twins walked over to Sebastian, shedding what remained of their clothing along the way.

"Get behind him," Kurt said, handing Carson the lube and a condom. "Make him scream, baby."

Carson took the supplies and got behind Sebastian, leaning down to kiss his way down the boy's back as Sebastian shivered and Kurt made his way in front of him, giving his erection a few strokes before he lightly tapped at Sebastian's lips with it.

"Suck," he ordered.

"Since when do I take orders from you?" snarked Sebastian defiantly.

"Do it," Kurt grunted.

"I didn't hear you say pl-" Sebastian began, his words cut off by Kurt's dick working its way into his open mouth. The other boy moaned as Carson uncapped the lube bottle, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. It sort of turned him on, knowing that Sebastian was, in all likelihood, an anal virgin and that Carson was going to get to be his first. Sort of.

Maybe he had a virginity kink.

He finished slicking his fingers and worked one finger cautiously into Sebastian, who screamed around Kurt's dick and clenched tightly around Carson's finger. Carson worked his way slowly up to three fingers as he watched Sebastian go to town on his twin's erection, sucking and licking and nipping like a pro. Which he probably was, Carson reminded himself as he tore open the condom wrapper and slicked up his erection, positioning it at Sebastian's entrance as he slowly began to push in.

"Uuuuunnnngh," Sebastian moaned as Carson inched his way inside, his voice muffled by the length in his mouth. He was tight, so tight, and Carson almost passed out at how good it felt. He finally bottomed out as Kurt removed himself from Sebastian's mouth, positioning himself behind Carson instead, and Carson tried really hard to focus on fucking Sebastian as Kurt was preparing him, but it was extremely difficult. Especially once he felt the tip of Kurt's cock enter him, stretching him to capacity as a bottle was held under his nose.

"Enjoy, baby," he heard Kurt whisper, and Carson inhaled from the bottle, throwing all caution to the wind.

The experience was indescribable. Carson had literally never felt anything like it before, not even the first time he'd tried poppers. He had been topping then, but bottoming... bottoming on poppers was a whole other experience altogether. Every sensation was heightened, every particle of his being felt alive and vibrant and absolutely full of orgasmic lust as he fucked and got fucked. He heard moans echoing throughout the room, and he couldn't tell whose voice was whose. He didn't even care. All he cared about was the haze of sex and desire that he was getting lost in.

He came so hard he thought he was going to die, filling the condom with his seed as Sebastian screamed out his own orgasm and Kurt pulled Carson tightly to him and humped him roughly. Carson felt a quiver inside of him as Kurt came, the room full of nothing but the three boys panting and groaning and trying desperately to catch their breath.

"Oh god, please tell me we can do that again," came Sebastian's voice when they were finally calm enough to speak actual words. "Like, within the next half hour. Fuck."

When Carson looked back on it later, he never did get to look at Sebastian's presentation that night.

Needless to say, the next day was very awkward all around, for everybody. The boys hadn't even gone home the night before, passing out in Sebastian's giant, king sized bed around one in the morning, sometime after their third round of animal sex. Nobody had much to say the next morning, not even Sebastian, which Carson supposed was understandable, considering they were all hung over as hell. None of them had bothered going to school.

The twins finally left Sebastian's after lunch, making their way quietly toward the bus stop and saying very little. Carson wasn't sure about Kurt, but he was trying to process what the fuck had just occurred and trying to figure out what the hell it all meant.

Well, he knew one thing for sure, at least. Poppers were the fucking shit.

They were greeted by Santana when they arrived back at the house. She was sitting on their front porch, looking down at her hands and looking slightly nervous as she finally spotted them and got up, marching over to Carson and grabbing his arm in a business-like manner.

"I'm stealing your lover from the same mother for a sec, Kurt," she announced, dragging Carson down the street and around a corner before she finally stopped and looked him square in the eye.

"We've got a problem, Carson," she said.

"Santana, I'm really not in the mood right now," Carson groaned. "I'm probably going to be residually hung over for the next six months after the night I just had."

"Well, get over it, sweet cheeks, because it's our problem, and it's fucking huge," she retorted, crossing her arms.

"What is it?" asked Carson, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration."

There was silence for a moment, and then Santana uttered the last sentence he expected her to say.

"I think I might be pregnant."