Chapter 8

Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin'

(Now it's much too late for me)

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Part one

'Blaine, honey?' Kurt called as he knocked on the door, the interruption making Blaine jump. 'Everything okay in there?'

'Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,' Blaine called back, hoping Kurt couldn't hear the slight waver in his voice. 'I'll just be a minute.'

'Okay then.' As Blaine heard Kurt trudge back down the hall towards the bedroom, he glanced back into the bathroom mirror and gave his nearly naked form one last sigh-accompanied look.

Kurt had come over after school and told Blaine all about the afternoon's events, grinning widely as he described the look on Sebastian's face when Santana had played the tape of him admitting to spiking the slushie with rock salt. Blaine had been so happy and relieved for this mess to all be over (well, except for the surgery on Thursday, which he tried not to think about too much), so he had kissed Kurt in celebration. One thing had led to another until they agreed to try out Blaine's (well, Cooper's technically, but Blaine preferred not to think about it that way) new purchase, and Blaine had tumbled to the bathroom to get ready.

Now that he was here, however, Blaine mostly felt silly.

But unless he wanted to call it off, there was of course nothing else for it, so he left the bathroom and walked down the hall, stopping outside the door to his bedroom and steeling himself before pushing the door open. Kurt was sitting naked on the bed, still half hard from their previous fooling around, and his eyes grew almost comically large when they fell on Blaine.

'I know. I look ridiculous,' Blaine said miserably, feeling himself flush in embarrassment.

'No, you look hot,' Kurt replied instantly, and the way the words seemed to surprise even himself convinced Blaine that it was not a lie to make Blaine feel better, but an honest gut reaction.

Blaine blinked as he stood in the still open doorway, blushing at the idea that Kurt found him attractive like this.

'Come here,' Kurt said, as he beckoned Blaine closer, still staring between his legs. Blaine obliged and moved to the edge of the bed where Kurt was kneeling, trying to decide if he was more turned on or uncomfortable with the way Kurt was now touching the cock almost curiously. 'It's bigger.'

'Yeah,' Blaine breathed out, unsure if Kurt meant it as anything more than a statement of a fact. This one wasn't doubling as a packer, so Blaine had not been concerned with being able to fit it into his pants when he bought it. He didn't think he had chosen one that was unusually big, but he did wonder now if Kurt was intimidated by its size relative to the peecock.

However, Kurt was biting his lips, looking anything but intimidated, before he actually licked his lips and let out a soft moan. The next moment he looked suddenly sheepish, and Blaine guessed that Kurt hadn't realized he was doing it. The thought went straight to Blaine's actual cock, which gave a sudden throb of excitement, and the next moment Blaine was pushing Kurt backwards onto the mattress, grinning when Kurt gave a surprised yelp.

Making out on the bed in these new circumstances was a challenge at first, and they took a while to find angles that weren't uncomfortable for either of them, but once it worked, it was perfect. Blaine had always loved kissing Kurt, and their adventures beyond that had been amazing, but there was something special about being with Kurt this way. The way their cocks would brush against each other and Kurt would moan into a kiss. Or the way occasionally the back of Blaine's cock would press against his own natural one just right and send a spark of pleasure through his body.

When Blaine slipped the first lubed finger inside, he kept his eyes on Kurt's face, wanting to see every reaction. In his mind, Blaine knew this was the second time they were doing this, but the first was all a blur. It had been rushed and so, so wrong, and not just because it ended up not working. This felt like the first time. The first time Blaine had seen that exact shade of pleasure on Kurt's face. The first time he had felt Kurt clenching around his fingers. The first time he had heard him moan quite that desperately. The first time Kurt had looked at him that longingly.

All of this, however, was nothing compared to the moment when Blaine first pushed into Kurt. The little gasping noise Kurt made, and the way the the back of the big cock pressed against Blaine's own smaller one, sending a wave of pleasure through him. Blaine watched Kurt for any signs of discomfort, knowing his subtle "stop" and "go" faces well by now, but every inch of Kurt's face screamed "more, more, more", so Blaine pressed slowly forward until he bottomed out, and his hips were flush against Kurt's ass.

Blaine leaned forward and captured Kurt's lips in a tender kiss, the motion of which changed the angle, causing Kurt to moan into it. Blaine began to thrust carefully in and out then, and for one glorious moment Blaine felt so completely male. It was silly and stereotypical – it wasn't like Kurt was less male in this position – but for one shining moment he felt it. Complete.

The next moment it all came crashing down.

As Blaine looked down himself, he saw a binder-covered chest and a dildo which, while fairly realistic-looking, was obviously fastened with a harness. It was all fake. The thing that was moving in and out of Kurt wasn't actually Blaine, and Blaine couldn't actually feel Kurt around him. He couldn't do this for real. It was all pretend. He should have been able to do this without help, because dammit, he was male, and heshould.

'Are you alright? Blaine?' Blaine stopped moving and looked up at the sound of his own name. 'Are you still with me?'

'I'm sorry, I was just thinking. It feels so weird...' Blaine gestured awkwardly towards his crotch. 'I can't actually, you know, feel it.'

Kurt blinked, clearly not quite prepared for this problem.

'Then focus on me,' he said after a moment. 'My voice. My reactions.'

It was such a simple thing to change – to focus on what he was making Kurt feel, rather than what he himself was supposed to feel but couldn't – but it didn't take many seconds of trying it to realize that it worked, and soon Blaine was fucking Kurt in earnest, making him moan and whimper and make the most beautiful pleasured faces, and it was glorious. Eventually Kurt reached for his own cock, but Blaine brushed his hand away before he could even touch it.

'Please, please, please,' Kurt panted. 'I'm gonna- I need to-'

'I know, baby,' Blaine said, swallowing Kurt's words with a kiss. 'But let me.'

Blaine reached for Kurt's cock and gave it a few firm strokes, grinning when Kurt arched and moaned. This at least was familiar, and he was good at it, though it was a challenge to do it and keep fucking Kurt at the same time. However, Kurt was so near the edge that it didn't take much skill to bring him over, and it was barely half a dozen thrusts and strokes before Kurt was coming all over Blaine's hand and his own stomach.

Blaine pulled out then, collapsing on the bed next to Kurt, who was breathing heavily, still in a bit of a post-orgasm haze. With Kurt being done, Blaine was suddenly all too aware of how aroused he, himself, still was. In a few seconds he had pulled off the harness, so he would have easier access, and he began to touch himself, letting out a soft moan.

Next to him Kurt took a few moments to realize what was going on, but when he did, he propped himself up on his elbows, and Blaine felt him staring. He tried not to feel self-conscious – he really, really needed to get off – but he had never done this with an audience, and it was hard not to.

'Sorry. I'm sorry. I just need-' he began but Kurt cut him off.

'Don't apologize. It's hot.' Blaine blinked in confusion and looked over at Kurt. 'Can I touch?'

'Yes,' Blaine said, surprising himself by only hesitating for the briefest of seconds.

Kurt scrambled in between Blaine's legs, and Blaine watched him mutely except for his labored breathing.

'I'm gonna...' Kurt trailed off, pointing at his mouth, and Blaine just nodded dumbly for a moment, before remembering his voice.

'Yes, please. Yes,' Blaine panted, and this seemed to encourage Kurt, who grinned nervously and positioned himself flat on his stomach between Blaine's spread legs.

It was tentative and unsure at first, Kurt clearly not familiar with Blaine's unique anatomy. Blaine, for his part, felt weird and ashamed that this was what he had to offer Kurt, but eventually he began to realize that Kurt wasn't not enjoying himself, and the further they got, the more sure of himself Kurt seemed to get, letting Blaine's noises guide him forward and reassure him that he was doing fine. Before long Kurt was humming happily around Blaine's cock, telling him how good he tasted and declaring that he was getting hard again just from this.

Blaine gave into it then, letting himself feel everything. The exact slide of Kurt's tongue. The varying pressure of his sucking. The way his humming created wonderful vibrations, that echoed through Blaine's entire body. The hands holding his legs open and the fingers stroking softly at the inside of his thighs.

Blaine felt his orgasm building second by second as he watched Kurt work, feeling dizzy with the thought that this was happening, but in a good way, and everything was so much. Kurt looked up at him, their eyes meeting for a brief second. It was a look filled with lust and love such as Blaine had never seen, and that was it. Blaine was gone, coming with a long moan as Kurt stroked him through it.

'That was amazing,' Kurt said with a smile as he settled in next to Blaine, who chuckled.

'You'd think I was the one who just sucked you off for the first time.' Blaine scooted closer to Kurt and rested his head on Kurt's chest, sighing happily when an arm wrapped around him. 'But yes, it really was.'

'We should get up,' Kurt remarked after a few quiet moments. 'Get cleaned up. I have homework to finish. And doesn't your dad come home tonight?'

'Mm, no. Not yet,' Blaine murmured into Kurt's chest. 'This is perfect. I just wanna lie here a little longer.'

'Okay, I guess we can do five minutes.'

'Ten.'

Kurt laughed and kissed the top of Blaine's head. 'Fine. Ten minutes.'

'Yay,' Blaine said sleepily, his eyes drifting closed. He felt like he could lie here forever if it was asked of him, but he would take what he could get.

'By the way, before I forget,' Kurt said after a while – it could have been two or ten minutes, Blaine wasn't sure. 'You should call Trent. He says he's been calling you. He thinks you hate him.' Kurt squeezed a little with the arm that was wrapped around Blaine, possibly to check that he wasn't sleeping, and Blaine stirred a little. 'You don't, do you?'

'I- no, but the Warblers kind of screwed me over here. You as well.'

'Then go to him as a friend,' Kurt urged.

'Yeah, because "my friends screwed me over" sounds so much better,' Blaine mumbled.

'That's not what I-'

'Can't we just let this go? It's not my school anymore,' Blaine said, and he meant it. Dalton wasn't his school anymore. It was as if some sort of veil had been removed, and though it could be put back on, Blaine couldn't unsee what it had revealed.

'Look, I'll be the first one to agree that you shouldn't be putting them on a pedestal. Despite what they and Dalton did for you, they're only human. But Blaine, they're not monsters either, and I wouldn't want you to let Sebastian's actions stop you from reaching out to your friends, especially one who means as much to you as Trent. Who, by the way, looked pretty devastated when I spoke to him.'

Blaine sighed. Kurt was probably right. As usual. 'Fine. I'll talk to him. On one condition.'

'What?' Kurt asked warily, but Blaine simply grinned and nuzzled into Kurt's shoulder, breathing in the scent of him.

'Five more minutes?'

It had been less than a day since that Santana girl had played the tape in front of everyone, and already Sebastian was feeling the repercussions. He didn't yet know the full extent of them – whether he would lose his captaincy and his solos, or even if he would be kicked off the team – but he had seen the looks on his teammates' faces, when they realized what he had done.

No one liked Sebastian anymore. No, that wasn't it. Sebastian didn't care about "like." He had lost their respect, possibly forever. As he thought about it, Sebastian shoved angrily at the door he was passing through on his way to the senior commons. It was a heavy oak door, so it didn't really do much, but it felt good to let out some frustration.

It wasn't as if Sebastian cared personally what people thought of him, but it was pretty damn hard to work with, let alone lead, a team who didn't respect him. And Sebastian needed to stay on the Warblers, preferably as captain, in order to better his chances at getting in to the right college. His dad would kill him if he failed in this regard. Not to mention the competitions meant seeing his dad, and a chance to make him proud.

As Sebastian entered the hallway that led to the senior commons, he shook his head free of those thoughts, deciding to focus his mind on the task at hand. He was early for practice, which wasn't usually Sebastian's thing, but today he didn't want to risk his teammates gathering before him and having a chance to formally and collectively turn on him. If he was the first one there, he might get to talk to a couple of them on their own and convince them that it wasn't as bad as it sounded.

As Sebastian approached, however, he noticed that the door stood ajar, and he heard voices drifting into the hall. Apparently he wouldn't be the first one there after all.

'Please know that none of us knew that Sebastian tampered with the slushie. You have to believe that.'

Sebastian frowned at the sound of Trent's voice. It sounded like he was talking to-

'But you still thought a slushie would be a good idea?' Blaine said. 'And who came up with that anyway? I've never told Sebastian about that particular McKinley tradition.'

'Well, it was Jeff's idea,' Trent said, adding quickly, 'But he meant it as a joke! Sebastian was the one who suggested we actually do it.'

'And you all went with it,' Blaine said darkly. 'Knowing that it's a weapon of bullying over there, and how horrible it feels.'

Out in the hall Sebastian became aware that he was just standing there, and he wondered briefly if he should walk away or simply walk in and announce his presence, but the next moment Trent was speaking again, distracting him.

'Sebastian can be very persuasive.'

Sebastian didn't make a habit of listening at doors. He found it strangely dishonorable. The last time he had done it had been back home in Illinois outside his parents' bedroom. They had been talking about him, trying to decide what to do with him. As if he were some kind of unwanted pet. Sebastian shook his head, washing the memory away. Anyway, Trent and Blaine were talking about him too now. Didn't that almost give him the right to listen in?

Blaine laughed contemptuously in response to Trent's statement, and it was a sound Sebastian had never heard from him before.

'He can!' Trent insisted. 'He kept going on about Warbler spirit and never getting any further than Regionals and didn't we want to win?' Trent sighed. 'I don't know, Blaine. I can't justify it, but somehow he made it all make sense, and he had an answer for everything, and then he was just so nice.'

'Sebastian is not nice,' Blaine said evenly. 'He has never been nice.'

'I know, but he...' Trent trailed off, before finishing in a small voice. 'He was.'

'Wait, wait, hold on,' Blaine said, his tone suddenly half serious, half amused. 'Do you like him?'

'What? Who?'

'Don't play dumb. Sebastian. Do you like him?'

'Wh-what? No, of course not. That- that's silly,' Trent stammered out, and out in the hall Sebastian grinned quietly, suppressing a snort. 'He's... I mean, okay, maybe I thought I did. He can be really charming, you know. And he was so understanding about my roommate, who is as insufferable as ever, and he helped me with my French – Sebastian, I mean – and, I don't know, he just seemed so nice, and I thought maybe he liked me too, which doesn't really happen a lot. He was just playing me, so I'd be more willing to go along with his insane plan, I realize that now, but...'

As Trent trailed off, Sebastian became aware that he had lost his smile sometime during Trent's speech. It was hard to enjoy his amusement when the guy sounded so miserable about it. Sebastian hadn't really counted on that.

'I'm really sorry, Blaine,' Trent said, and there was a slight pause before he spoke again. 'What are you laughing at? It's not funny!'

'I know, I'm sorry,' Blaine said, and Sebastian could hear him strangling a laugh. 'And I'm sorry he did that to you. I really am. You just reminded me... Remember the day we became friends?'

'Of course I do.'

'I didn't know what to make of you at first,' Blaine began.

'And I was kind of in awe of you,' Trent added.

'And then a couple of days in, you accidentally said something insensitive-'

'I'm sorry for that, by the way.'

'-and you were immediately horrified with yourself and you spent the next ten minutes apologizing over and over again.'

'And you just laughed and told me not to worry,' Trent said, nostalgic fondness in his voice.

'And we've been best friends since then,' Blaine finished. Sebastian found himself strangely moved by the story.

'And are we still?' Trent asked, sounding cautiously hopeful.

'I think we are, yes,' Blaine said to Sebastian's relief, though he couldn't quite explain why he should care.

The next moment Sebastian flinched back from the door when he heard footsteps coming down the hall where he stood. He didn't much fancy being caught eavesdropping, and quickly busied himself with pretending to be looking for something in his bag.

'Afternoon, Mr. Smythe,' the teacher greeted him, when she passed and Sebastian nodded politely in response. He waited until the teacher had rounded the corner, and he glanced around quickly to make sure that no one else was approaching before stepping back to the door.

'...sure you don't want to stay and say hi to the others?' Trent was saying, the meeting evidently drawing to a close. 'It would mean a lot to them, I'm sure.'

'Look, I forgave you because you're my best friend, but the rest of them...' Blaine trailed off, and Sebastian didn't miss the slight bitterness in his voice. 'They know where to find me if they have something to say, and you can tell them I'm not holding a grudge, but I have no interest in being all buddy-buddy with them either. What's done is done.'

'Okay, I guess that's your choice,' Trent said quietly and not without sadness. 'But just know that you always have a home here.'

'My home is at McKinley now,' Blaine said, and without a face to read, Sebastian couldn't quite tell if he was happy or sad about this. 'I have to go now, but take care of yourself, Trent. And be careful with this, alright? Don't give it to someone who doesn't deserve it.'

Sebastian took a moment to figure out what Blaine was talking about, and then another to realize that the "someone" meant him, and why did that suddenly hurt so much? Sebastian wasn't even interested in Trent. Or any relationship for that matter. The past five or ten minutes hadn't taught him anything he didn't already know. He had no reason to be upset.

Sebastian was so lost in thought that he almost forgot to move away from the door as Blaine was about to leave. Only at the last few seconds did he manage to shake himself out of his trance and scramble a few steps back, so it looked like he was just approaching when Blaine came into the hallway.

Blaine stopped dead at the sight of Sebastian, his face impassive and unreadable. Sebastian stared dumbly at him, fixating on the eye-patch that covered Blaine's right eye. Did Sebastian really do that to him? He opened his mouth to say something ("Hi"? "I'm sorry"?) but Blaine stopped him with a sharp motion of his hand.

'Do not talk to me,' he gritted out before starting down the hall, leaving Sebastian to stare after him, wondering what had just happened and why he suddenly felt like crap.

Sebastian called Blaine that night, and for the first time in the three months Sebastian had known him, Blaine didn't pick up or call back straight away. Sebastian wasn't so easily discouraged, however, telling himself that if Blaine had been willing to talk to Trent, he would do the same for Sebastian and let him explain. He would just have to be persistent.

So he called Blaine again before going to bed, and he kept trying periodically throughout the next day. In the morning before breakfast. Before his first class. Between classes. During lunch. After school. After Warbler practice. But always his calls were either blocked or went to voice-mail. Finally late in the afternoon Sebastian received a text message from Blaine.

Please stop calling. I'm tired and cranky and I just had surgery. And I have nothing to say to you.

Sebastian bit his lip as he read these words, before reasoning that he would just have to try a different tactic. He wasn't sure why this should matter so much to him all of a sudden – these things never had before; people could like him or not, what did he care? - except maybe he didn't quite recognize himself in the way Blaine and Trent had spoken about him yesterday, and now he wanted to set the record straight. Or maybe he just no longer wanted to recognize himself in it.

The next day was a Friday and lessons ended early as a courtesy to students wanting to go home for the weekend. Sebastian who never went home on the weekends – though he did sometimes go his uncle's – took advantage of his free afternoon to drive up to Lima, where he rang the bell twice at Blaine's house before concluding that no one was home. He was probably still at the hospital, Sebastian realized. Not content to let the trip be a waste, however, he went back to his car and waited, hoping that it wouldn't be long, but determined to stick it out regardless.

A little over an hour later a car pulled into the driveway, and sure enough, there was Blaine and his dad (or so Sebastian assumed) getting out. Sebastian exited his own car, taking a short moment to steel himself before hurrying across the street and down the pathway to the front door.

'Blaine,' he called, reaching them when they were just about to walk up the front steps, Mr. Anderson supporting his son with an arm around his waist as though Blaine wasn't quite steady on his feet. Anesthesia aftermath, Sebastian guessed. Or an over-protective dad.

'Sebastian,' Blaine said as he turned around. He was wearing an expression similar to the one he had worn on Wednesday.

'Sebastian?' Mr. Anderson said before Sebastian could say anything. 'Is this the kid that did this to you?' Blaine's silence seemed to confirm the man's suspicions, and his face hardened as he looked at Sebastian. 'Get out.'

'Please, sir, I'm just here to talk.' Sebastian took a small step back and threw his hands in the air. 'Look, no slushies,' he said, trying for humor, but mentally kicking himself for it a moment later.

Mr. Anderson made a considering noise, but looked unimpressed. 'I'll be right inside,' he said, looking between both boys, his words as much a warning to Sebastian as they were a reassurance to Blaine.

'What do you want?' Blaine demanded the moment his dad had gone inside. He braced himself with one hand on the railing, but otherwise he seemed quite alert.

'Just, I'm sorry, okay? I never meant for this.' Sebastian made a vague gesture at Blaine's face.

'You put rock salt in a slushie, Sebastian,' Blaine said evenly. 'What else were you trying to accomplish?'

'I wasn't aiming for you!' Sebastian protested. 'I was going for Kurt.'

'Right. Because that makes it so much better,' Blaine snarled.

'No, I just mean...I wasn't going for anyone's eyes. I was going for his clothes,' Sebastian explained, getting a blank stare in return. 'I read that rock salt is supposed to ruin clothes, and I thought it would be funny since he cares so much about his.'

If Sebastian had thought that this explanation might help he was sorely mistaken. Blaine didn't even dignify his words with a response but the disgusted look Blaine sent him spoke for itself.

'Please just let me make it up to you,' Sebastian tried next.

Blaine gave him a withering look, and Sebastian did his best not to wince under it. 'And how would you do that?'

'My family has money. I- We can cover your medical costs.'

'We have insurance,' Blaine replied in a bored voice before turning and walking up the steps.

'But-'

'Go away, Sebastian,' Blaine said tiredly, slamming the door shut behind him a moment later.