"Kurt. Kurt! Dude, wake up!" Blaine shook him. Kurt had fallen asleep during the action movie they had been watching. He was spending the night at Blaine's house and they were hanging out in his basement, which was basically Blaine's game room. It was only eleven at night and Blaine didn't want to sleep yet.

"Mm..." Kurt mumbled and pushed Blaine away.

"Oh, is this how it's going to be?" Blaine laughed and began to slowly back away. "If you're not up by the time I count to three... One... Two... THREE!" He ran and tackled Kurt on the bed. When Kurt finally opened his eyes, laughing too, Blaine's laughs faded into a soft smile. He stayed perched over Kurt, just staring into his eyes. He shook his head to bring himself back to reality. "Woah, sorry about that."

"About what? The fact that you just stared at me for a good minute or that you just broke every bone in my body?" Kurt sat up on his elbows under Blaine.

"You," Blaine pointed his finger into Kurt's chest, "need to get tougher."

Kurt slapped him playfully and brought his forehead to Blaine's. "Why can't I sleep?"

The feeling of Kurt's forehead against his own made Blaine's stomach do a somersault. Kurt's breath mingled with his own and, if he was going to be honest, he would say that there was nothing more he wanted in that moment than to kiss his best friend. But, he couldn't, because, there, in that room, alone, they weren't Kurt and Blaine, the new couple. They were Kurt and Blaine, best friends since a very young age. Blaine knew he had to respect that, so, with a small sigh, he pulled away.

"Because it's not midnight yet. We can't go to bed yet," Blaine stood up and began jumping on the bed, causing Kurt to nearly fall over the edge.

"Blaine, Blaine!" Kurt laughed. "I'm up, okay? Even if I don't want to be, I'm up." He got off the bed and stretched. "Since you're the one that wants me to be awake, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know, man. I just didn't want to be lonely," Blaine shrugged and sat cross legged on the bed.

Kurt followed behind him and sighed. "I get what you mean."

"Ooo," Blaine bumped his shoulder into Kurt's, "I have an idea." He decided to be adventurous, because he knew he could just make up an excuse for it. Before Kurt could even question him, he pushed him over onto the bed so that they were in the same position they'd just been in. But this time, he pressed his lips to Kurt's fiercely. Kurt responded in the same way, his lips immediately parting to let Blaine's tongue in.

Blaine smiled a little and made the decision to tease Kurt before he'd go any further. He let his tongue trail along Kurt's bottom lip before gently biting down on it.

Kurt didn't know teeth could feel that good. However, he didn't have much time to think about it because Blaine slid his tongue into his mouth. He took in a deep breath and cupped Blaine's cheek in his hand. Blaine, eventually, needed to breath and pulled away. He moved away from Kurt and sat cross legged again. "So, did you have any ideas on what to do?"

Kurt wiped his hand across his swollen lips. "Uh... I don't know. That was definitely good practice, though!"

Blaine's heart sunk. He should've known that Kurt would think it was just practice. Because that's what it was to him. Practice. Practice for something that was fake, something they had conjured up to get rid of girls. And when all was said and done, Kurt would move on. He would probably get a girlfriend. Eventually, he would even marry a girl. He might even have kids with her. And anything they learned along the way would be used to get a girl. Blaine tried to force himself to again realize that the things they were sharing right now would end after high school.

He sighed. "Yeah, Kurt," he smiled weakly, hopefully enough to convince Kurt. "Good practice."

"Maybe we can teach each other some things and use them on girls someday," Kurt laughed and reached for the television remote. "I'm getting tired of hearing the menu music repeat, aren't you?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah," was all he said. He hoped it would be sufficient enough to cover both of Kurt's statements. It appeared to be, because Kurt kept commenting on whatever show he passed by on the guide. ("Ew, that's for kids." "Oh my god, does this still air?" "Who even watches this?" "There is nothing on.")

"Why are there only kids' shows on this T.V.?!" Kurt dramatically flopped backwards onto Blaine's bed.

Blaine grinned. "Well... Maybe because you keep changing the direction of the scrolling and continuously pass Disney Channel every five seconds! But that's just my humble opinion." Blaine flopped back onto the bed and turned to face Kurt, raising an eyebrow.

They remained in silence for a few minutes, propped up on pillows, watching Law and Order: Special Victim's Unit. "Man, I wish House was on," was all Blaine said during an entire episode. Kurt just nodded in response and laid back down.

"Woah," Blaine yawned as the credits rolled again, "It's already one thirty." They had been watching the marathon for two hours and had barely moved or said anything.

"Can I sleep now?" Kurt stretched and also yawned. "I've been fighting sleep for the past two hours, you know."

Blaine chucked and propped up further on his pillow. "I suppose so. Do you want to just sleep on my bed like usual or the couch? Since we're dating now, I thought you might be uncomfortable... you know..." He added the last sentence at Kurt's puzzled look, but still letting his voice trail off.

"Blaine," Kurt laid down, "We're only dating at school, or in public, really, so it's fine. Besides, we aren't in that stage in our relationship," Kurt teased.

Right. They were only dating in public. They weren't really boyfriends. Blaine wanted to hit himself for his continuous forgetting of that.  He just laughed along. "Right." He hoped his laughter didn't seem too fake as he laid down. Blaine had a king bed, his parents were very well off in the money area, so they had plenty of room. He faced the wall while Kurt faced the window. They barely noticed that they were next to each other... most of the time.

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"Blaine. Hey, Blaine," Kurt was lying in bed, trying to pry Blaine off of him. When he'd gone to stretch after he'd woken up that morning, well, afternoon, considering it was well after noon when he'd awoken, his movement was restrained by Blaine's chin on his shoulder and his arms around his waist.

"Mmm... What?" Blaine snuggled in more, causing Kurt to giggle a bit.

"Do you realize what you're doing? It's nearly one, by the way," Kurt lifted the arm he had the ability to move and gently slapped Blaine's face. "'Yo! Time to get up."

"What do you- Oh my god, I am so sorry, Kurt. I didn't realize... I must've done that while I was asleep, I was having this dream..." Blaine came to and noticed where his hands were and how closely he was snuggled up to Kurt's back, nearly pushing him off of the side of the bed. He quickly pulled them away and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He didn't notice that the blanket was no longer covering his legs.

"A dream about what?" Kurt stood up and looked down, noticing that Blaine's dream must've been very good. He laughed a bit.

Blaine looked down and became red. "It was about, um, there's this girl that works in McDonald's and... she told me this joke the other day and... I really didn't pay attention to it," He added this part to his fake story so that Kurt wouldn't ask what the joke was, "I just know that it was, um... pretty dirty. She's really hot. Too bad she works at McDonald's, though."

Kurt and Blaine had a rule about girls who worked at McDonald's. They were off limits, unless they could tell that they weren't stupid like most of the girls were. Despite being able to get any girl they wanted, Kurt and Blaine were fine with admitting that they had standards. They wouldn't just hook up with any girl for the fun of it. In fact, both Kurt and Blaine were both still virgins. They both knew it, as well, because they were so close that they would've basically called each other as it was happening. It was almost as if the best friend would know before the girl.

"Yeah, too bad," Kurt raised an eyebrow and gave him a look, as if he knew that wasn't really what it was about. Blaine realized that he probably did. Kurt could read every single one of Blaine emotions and he would be silly to think that Kurt couldn't tell when he was lying. "Are we still hanging out today? If we're going out in public, I have to shower. Even though I'd like to say I enjoy my ‘manly odor,' I've had enough of it for a weekend."

Blaine chuckled. "Yeah, go ahead, shower. We can go get pizza or something once we're ready. I'll shower in my parents' bathroom, okay?"

Kurt just nodded and walked into Blaine's bathroom. Once Blaine heard the door click, he stripped down to his boxers and took his clothes to his parents' room.

Once he was in the shower, Blaine couldn't help but think about the dream he'd had the night before. It replayed over and over in his head.

"Baby," Kurt moaned, "Don't stop." Blaine nodded and adjusted his position on his knees. He hummed gently, making Kurt moan even more.

"Blaine... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Kurt couldn't even finish his sentence before he came into Blaine's mouth. Blaine swallowed each and every drop, and pulled away once Kurt was done.

Kurt brushed a drip of his own juice from Blaine's chin with his thumb. He stuck his thumb between Blaine's parted lips, and didn't even have to instruct him to lick it off. He sucked on Kurt's finger, which made Kurt get hard all over again. "God, Blaine, you haven't even let me..." Blaine interrupted him and kissed him... hard. Their erections brushed once when Blaine stood up, which made Blaine hit his climax and he was going to come all over the two of-

"Blaine. Blaine, wake up."

That's all he remembered, but he was grateful that Kurt had chosen that moment to wake him up, otherwise he would've had a lot of explaining to do as to why Kurt's sheets were sticky and why Kurt's back was warm and wet. There would've been even more explaining then there already was.

Thinking of this turned Blaine on even more, and he didn't want to take the time to jerk himself off, because Kurt would get suspicious for sure. He just turned the water on ice cold for a minute or two before stepping out of the shower, his problem completely taken care of. Once he had his jeans on, he unlocked the door and stepped outside of the bathroom, pulling his tee shirt over his wet curls as he walked down the hallway.

He shook his head off once more, feeling quite a bit like a wet dog, before he opened the door to his bedroom and gasping, his mouth open with shock, his eyes wide.

The problem he'd just fixed in the shower resurfaced itself very quickly.