"Is your right hand texting you?" Blaine joked.

Kurt chucked a fry at his best friend, then took another one to eat, re-reading the text. "Santana finally asked me to come over. That means she must be done with Puck for a while. Thank god, no offense towards her, but Brittany hadn't really been making me ring any bells lately."

"I know how you feel," Blaine absentmindedly commented, then blushed and stole one of Kurt's fries.

Kurt shut his phone and returned it to his back pocket, crossing his legs. "Are you and Rachel okay?"

Blaine blushed a bit more, clearing his throat. "Things have been kinda strained between us lately. She's just been a bit more...annoying than usual. And if she tells me, in great detail, about her menstrual stages one more time, I might have to shoot myself."

"No, don't do that, then who will I have to hang out with?" Kurt said, touching Blaine's hand, then jerking it away.

They looked away from each other for a moment, then continued their conversation.

"You're right. It's all about you," Blaine responded with a smile.

"Hey, if I have to guilt you out of suicide, I can sleep easy tonight."

They took a moment to finish their lunches. Kurt thought about how their friendship had progressed in the last 3 months. They were practically inseparable now even though they had little in common, but it seemed like those differences were what balanced each other out. "Going out with Blaine tonight?" was a usual question from Kurt's father which was usually answered with "Yes."

Kurt was just admiring the way Blaine's fitted coat hugged his shoulders when Blaine tapped his leg with his toe.

"Two o'clock," he muttered under his breath before eating one of the few remaining fries.

Kurt raised an eyebrow in question, unsure of what he was talking about when a tall brunette came into his peripheral vision. She had to be at least 5'10" with a pair of legs that could make you cry, all wrapped up in a tight pair of printed tights and a t-shirt dress.

Kurt watched her ass twitch by, while pretending to be interested in the dregs of his coffee. As he followed her distancing form, he gradually went back to looking at Blaine's face, admiring his great cheekbones.

"Damn. If I hugged her, I think I'd be in a prime position to eat her out," Blaine commented, coughing out a crude laugh.

Kurt smirked and wrapped up his things. He took out his wallet and flipped through his bills.

"Hey Blaine, do you have any condoms to spare?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "We're at the mall, just go buy some."

Kurt looked up at him with big eyes. "Please?"

Blaine sighed, then pulled out his own wallet, then discreetly put the condom in Kurt's pocket.

"You owe me," Blaine grunted.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"I'll think of something."

Kurt had Santana positioned on her hands and knees in front of him, her juices streaming down her thighs.

"Fuck Kurt, what are you waiting for?"

"Just give me a second okay? Jesus," Kurt growled back, pumping himself a few more times so that he could actually get that damn condom on.

Blaine bought a size that was a bit smaller than he was so he had to maneuver the latex on carefully so it wouldn't tear.

"Kurt! Just forget the fucking condom."

"No way! I don't know where you've been that you've been sober enough to remember! I'm not risking my perfect sexual health over your inability to wait. "

Kurt pressed the head of his dick against her vagina a few seconds later when the condom was tightly (but securely) on, looking at her puckered asshole with contemplation. He was about to ask her if he could try anal with her, but his thoughts were interrupted by her hand on his dick, forcing him into her. She bucked back, needing something to ride.

Kurt was now annoyed with her antics. He didn't like her when she was pushy and trying to top from the bottom.

He should punish her.

"You sneaky slut," he taunted her, thrusting balls-deep into her at his first push.

She clenched around him and let out a short yell.

"You're so desperate. Tell me what you're desperate for."

"You?" she squeaked out, needing him to move, but only receiving a gentle grinding from him.

"Be more specific."

"Your cock."

"Mmm."

Santana nodded, becoming a bit more submissive. "Fuck me, Kurt. I want your dick. I don't need Brittany," she mumbled the last part under her breath.

"What?" Kurt asked, genuinely not able to hear her last sentiment.

"Stop talking and just fuck me, you dumb asshole!"

Kurt finally did as she said and he fucked her in relative silence for a few minutes, both just focused on their orgasms. The only sound was Kurt's skin slapping against Santana as he watched her skin ripple when their bodies connected.

Sweat gathered at his forehead when Santana began to feel tighter around him, signaling her upcoming climax.

"More Kurt, I need more. Anything, please."

Kurt laid back, pulling Santana along with him. She emitted a long throaty groan and Kurt pressed his fingers to her clit, rubbing in small circles in time with her noises.

She raised herself up and down on his erection, legs working to keep up with her tempo.

"Santana, your thighs are trembling, do you need to stop?" Kurt asked, concerned from her noticeable tremors, but not about to stop thrusting up into her.

"No fuck, I'm not stopping for anything right now, oh fuck god fuck," Santana breathed out. She switched to her knees and bounced her backside up and down on his waist. "I'm going to..."

Santana trailed off and a few seconds later Kurt knew she was climaxing. He pounded up into her, the sound of his force almost deafening, knowing he was going to give her bruises and knowing he was going to cum.

As she finished, his own orgasm crashed over him unexpectedly which made him jerk up into her even faster. During the blazing heat of his climax, Kurt thought he felt Santana suddenly go stark-still, but he continued because he was still coming down.

The moment he finished, she jumped off of him and rolled the condom off of Kurt's softening cock. She stole into the bathroom and then exited a few moments later with it wrapped up in tissues.

"My dad will be home soon, you should go."

Kurt sat up, irritated.

"What? Seriously? We literally just finished having sex about 50 seconds ago and now I have to be on my way? Am I just a fuck buddy to you?"

Santana shrugged, turning on her computer then walking over to her closet to slip on her pajamas.

Kurt stalked out of her room, grabbing his clothes as he did so. "Thanks San, you're a true lover."

"So what did you and Satan fight about this time?" Kurt asked Puck when he walked into the weight room.

Puck chuckled and put the medicine ball back on the ring stand. "I'm guessing you two hooked up?"

Kurt snorted, stretching his calf. "Barely. We fucked, then she acted like I wasn't in the room. She went on fucking Tumblr right after!"

Puck frowned. "Well you know man, Tumblr is pretty addictive."

"Shut up, Puckerman."

"Don't get bitchy with me! Santana is the one who fucks and flies! Did you use a condom with her?"

Kurt looked at Puck questioning. "Of course. Always. Especially knowing that she's been with you. Why?"

Puck smirked, flexing his bicep. "Bad idea dude. She hates condoms. She lasts longer when you go without."

"You go without?"

"Never gone with."

"You're insane."

Puck shrugged. "I mean the last time we did it was like, 2 weeks ago, but that's because she was being so bitchy all the time. And you know me, I can't be abstinent for 24 hours without going crazy. That's why she broke up with me."

"Do you ever think it's weird that we practically share Santana?"

"Why? She's a whore."

Kurt was taken aback by Puck's casual use of the term.

"Wow, Puck."

"What? You know she is."

Kurt played with his hands for a moment before saying, "She's still a person, Puck. Underneath her hard exterior, she's still just a girl. She's someone's daughter. Think of your little sister, what if someone came up to you and called her a-"

"Hummel, stop being such a fag and just admit that Santana's a whore."

Kurt clenched his fists. "I'm just irritated by the way you just call her a slut like that's her only trait."

"Isn't it?"

Kurt opened, then closed his mouth. "See you later Puck, I don't really feel like working out today."

[3 weeks later]

"Really? She won't even talk to you, that sucks man," Blaine said as he threw more pieces of bread to the ducks gliding over the black water.

Kurt shrugged, automatically leaning closer to Blaine as a cold chill passed through the lakeside. It was 12:30 in the morning and there moon was half full. Blaine had asked Kurt to join him when he dropped Rachel off after a disastrous date and thus, he was in the area.

"I just feel bad for Santana because I know she's just going to go back to Puck. And Puck is just such a total asshole. You wouldn't believe the way he talks about her!"

"I do know, you've told me what he says and I agree, he has no idea how to treat another person."

"I just hope she doesn't get in trouble with him. I can't imagine her being in jail because one of her stupid stunts. Did you know she's in two Advanced Placement classes? History and Chemistry. And last year in her Junior year she took AP Biology! Her grades are low because she never does her homework, but she knows her shit and kicks ass on her tests."

Blaine shook his head. "She's just very confused. And I know how that feels." He rubbed his neck. "God damn, it's so cold out."

"I know. But I don't want to go home yet."

"Me neither."

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching the ducks dip their head under the water and turn upside down. Kurt's ear brushed against Blaine's bare neck. He felt ice-cold.

"Here, Blaine, take one of my scarves."

"You have two on?" he said, a smirk obvious in his tone regardless of not being able to see his face in the dark.

Kurt unwrapped the scarf from around his own neck and unbraided the duo twist. "Brittany did it last time she was over and I thought it looked nice so I never thought to undo it."

Kurt gave the purple one to Blaine and he quickly tied it around himself. "Thank you so much, I feel a lot better now."

"No problem."

Blaine huddled closer to Kurt, the sides of their faces touching a bit. Kurt could feel Blaine's stubble against his cheek. A warmth seemed to make a bubble around them, trapping them in a dream-like state, just the two of them. The loudest sound was the gentle splashing of the ducks.

"I think I might break up with Rachel," Blaine whispered indifferently, but surely, making sure not to be louder than the moving water.

Kurt didn't even nod. He responded in an almost uninterested-like tone, very relaxed sounding as well. "Hm. Why?"

"I just don't feel it with her anymore," Blaine responded, sounding sleepy. "And I'm much more interested in someone else. And feel more for someone else than I ever did for her."

Kurt's heart began to speed up just a fraction when he felt Blaine's speeding up that little bit against his arm. That didn't change their sleepy-sounding conversation, quiet under the moon.

"I'm not gay, Blaine," Kurt uttered under his breath, nuzzling closer to the dark-haired boy.

"I know. Me neither," Blaine responded, shifting alongside Kurt.

Their noses brushed against the other, and they stayed like that for a few seconds. Then slowly and with extreme care, their lips met softly.

Their lips didn't move against each others, it was a chaste gesture, lips meeting lips. Though in that brief and delicate connection, both knew they had just broken open an entire new stage in their relationship that they were happy to break into. Their sweet kiss meant and felt like more than any kiss they had ever given to another person, and both were painfully aware of that fact.

They parted with the quietest smacking sound, and then they returned to their lazy embrace.

Kurt's phone rang at the same time that Blaine's did. Both looked at each other before removing their phones from their pockets.

"It's Rachel."

"It's Santana."

"What does yours say?"

Blaine opened his phone and read the text to Kurt. "It says, 'I'm sorry. Will you come over?' Winky-face..."

"She wants sex, doesn't she?"

Blaine nodded, stashing his phone back and rubbing Kurt's arm. "Yours?"

"I'm not sure what she wants. All Santana wrote was 'I need to talk to you right now.'"

Both boys sensed the urgency of their messages, but did not move until 5 minutes later. They walked to Blaine's car in silence, but moving close together. They stopped in front of the nose of the car, threading their arms around each other.

"We're straight, Blaine. You have a girlfriend," Kurt said again without any conviction.

"Mm," Blaine responded noncommittally, then brought their mouths together for one last kiss before driving Kurt around the corner to Santana's house.