Cooper hummed along to the music filling the living room of the beach house as he took a seat on the sofa. His night was quite awesome and because of it, his mood was through the roof. He wore that stupid, goofy, telling smile and tapped his hands along his thighs to the rhythm of his younger brother's piano playing, all the while waiting for Blaine to say something.

Blaine would say something. He knew Blaine.

"I'm guessing your date went well if that dumb look on your face is any indication,” the younger Anderson said, still focused on his fingers moving along the ivory keys. Cooper grinned and stared at the muted television; Diesel sleeping on the couch right next to him.

The damn dog never slept in his bed where he was supposed to sleep.

“Well she and I did have some fun in the pool. Not that type of fun, but we definitely had a few laughs. We're big goof balls and it's fun when you can find someone who's into what you're into, you know?”

Blaine looked at his sheet music and was otherwise quiet. Cooper smiled, still humming along to the song.

“Is this an original by any chance?”

Blaine nodded now. “Something I'm working on for Mikey's birthday party this weekend.”

Cooper smiled. “I'm sure he'll love it. Are there lyrics?”

Blaine nodded again. “Of course. They probably won't make much sense to everyone else but I think he'll understand. At least I hope he will…”

“I'm sure he will. He's a genius. Takes after me in that respect,” Cooper smiled; laughing when Blaine's piano playing became comical in reaction to the bullshit he'd just heard, and then reached for the remote. “Why don't you wrap it up, anyway? It's close to midnight Squirt.”

Blaine stretched his arms over his head and turned to look at his brother. “Does Justin know how serious things are with you and his sister?”

Cooper smiled. “Are you implying that we need his permission?”

“What about her ex-boyfriend? You know: the one she was with since all of you were in high school. Wasn't he like… crazy?”

“He's going to be just fine,” Cooper told his brother. He turned the volume up and put the television on Comedy Central. “And Justin has more important things to worry about like his career and his long-distance relationship not going sour. You have more important things to worry about like your violin playing and maybe getting some sleep… so get to bed.”

Blaine smirked, running his hands through his hair. “My violin playing is fantastic. Mr. Riley talks about me all the time. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have the final song at the recital this winter which you are going to be coming to…”

Cooper smiled, nodding. “For sure. Why just me though? What about mommy?”

“Well she'll be busy with our new baby sister by that point I imagine and you have to film me for the both of them. Kurt totally sucks at filming. He never pays attention to what he's doing. I have tons of video of half of my bike doing tricks because the camera was out of focus.”

“But you love him regardless.”

“More than anything in this world,” Blaine heard his phone go off and reached for it. “Speak of the devil.”

After smiling at something on television, Cooper replied. “What is it with you kids and not sleeping on time?”

“It's 11:47, CJ.” Blaine lifted an eyebrow at the message. “I'm pretty sure our teachers aren't even asleep at this time.”

From Kurt:

Are you up? Busy? If not, can you come over?

“Well you've been doing great during your first month of school and I just want you to stay consistent. It's September tomorrow. It'll soon be time to apply to colleges and you want to keep up the good work. So,” Cooper turned to look at his brother, “If it seems like I'm being a little rough on you or even annoying, I don't mean to. I just want you to do well Squirt.”

“I get it,” Blaine said monotonously as he typed out a reply.

To Kurt:

I'm up baby. Is everything ok?

From Kurt:

Everything is ok. I know it's late but… I can't stop thinking about you.

“Good.” Cooper flipped through the channels. “So get your caboose to bed.”

Blaine licked his lips as he reread the message, typing out a response. “Ok.”

To Kurt:

What're you thinking about? CJ is sending me to bed now but if you need me to I can sneak out.

Blaine tried not to get too excited. There had barely been any sex since school started really. They hadn't really been going out during lunch break because the time was used to get caught up on coursework or get a head start on homework, and after school they'd been busy with assignments and solos and whatever else. Blaine didn't think he'd like being so busy with school of all things but he was staying out of trouble and his family and friends were impressed with his turnaround. And while he realized that he and Kurt only really messed around on the weekend when they were alone or randomly when they had a bit to drink and got handsy after one of their dates, it wasn't so bad. He and Kurt did get to enjoy time being boyfriends without the constant physicality of it all, and they were closer than ever; joking and holding hands and just talking about the most ridiculous stuff that came to mind. If that meant having to deal with a serious case of blue balls after a make out session ended in just that – a make out session – Blaine would deal with that.

He grabbed his violin case and other belongings from the coffee table. Cooper said goodnight; still in his cheerful mood, and Blaine replied before running up the steps two at a time.

From Kurt:

I'm thinking about you touching me… my chest, between my legs, fingering me… just everywhere. I'm touching myself and pretending that it's you but it's not the same.

From Kurt:

My body knows exactly how you feel and nothing else will do it.

From Kurt:

Can you please come?

Blaine cursed to himself as he went in his bedroom and felt his dick getting harder. He dropped his things to the floor and wondered how long it would take Cooper to go to sleep. Usually, his brother would stay up doing something nonsensical to about 2:50am where he'd just crash without warning. Nonsensical tended to include either talking to his maybe girlfriend Jasmine – Justin's older sister, singing ‘80s rock songs as he went over his lines, or playing video games with David who was supposed to be focusing on UCLA but was apparently up at random times of the morning on PS3. If this was the case tonight, Blaine would probably have to sneak out of the window.

Blaine had every intention of doing whatever it took to not only get some, but to make sure Kurt was left satisfied. Very satisfied.

To Kurt:

I'll be over in about 30. Just let me get dressed and pretend to be asleep for a while in case the bro comes in here? I'll sneak out and drive right over.  

Blaine looked for a shirt as another message came in.

From Kurt:

Can you make it 20? Please baby…

From Kurt:

I'm so fucking horny Blaine.

“Shit,” Blaine exhaled into his fist as he looked at the phone. Images of Kurt lying naked in bed playing with himself while moaning his name popped into his head and Blaine literally said ‘fuck it', tossing a white v-neck on and grabbing a pair of black jeans.

To Kurt:

Your dad is definitely asleep right? You're certain?

Blaine hopped over the bed and stuffed some pillows underneath the comforter to maybe make it look like someone was under there. Maybe the person would appear to be three hundred pounds overweight but at least it looked convincing.

Ok – maybe not convincing, but let's be real, Cooper wasn't the type to thoroughly inspect anything like this. Uncle Don, maybe. CJ… not so much.

Blaine hurried into his Adidas and grabbed his phone, reading the reply.

From Kurt:

He went to bed over an hour ago. I'm certain he's out like a light, babe. I've been in the living room watching a movie that's doing nothing but turning me on more… in retrospect it was a terrible idea but right now all I can think about is you doing to me what Jake Bass is doing to Max Ryder. Only harder.

“Fuck,” Blaine smiled and went over to his window. He double checked to make sure he had his keys and ID before looking down the two stories and taking a deep breath. “I never went through this for pussy. He better know how fucking special he is.”

When one leg was out of the half-open window, Blaine hooked it over until it was on the roof over their patio. The moonlight reflected over the water in their pool beneath him and he acknowledged the fact that after one slip up, this could all end badly. But, Blaine carefully climbed onto the roof and then carefully jumped and landed on the patio table before jumping onto the ground.

Diesel - who apparently found the worst timing in the world to wake up – started to bark crazily at the racket. Blaine cursed beneath his breath before running around the deck, stumbling over something as he pulled up his jeans (to the appropriate level, of course) and took off along the side of the beach. Shane shook his head as he saw him and José laughed along with him.

“Tell Kurt we said hey!”

Blaine ran up the beach with his middle finger in the air, only a few yards from his car. That happened to be the one bad thing about living on the beach; it seemed as if you had a thousand neighbors because whoever happened to be visiting the beach at that given time knew everything that was going on. It was more crowded than it needed to be on a Wednesday night/Thursday morning, and as Blaine pulled out his keys and got closer to his Lexus, he noticed a group of guys hanging around it.

One of which happened to be Peter.

The rest of them were old classmates of his as well, but not guys he was particularly close with. There was Tommy… the same Tommy from Blaine's birthday party that he almost hit because of the whole ‘you're switching schools because your boyfriend wants you to?' bullshit. What an annoying twit. He was there with his trampy looking girlfriend, and two other guys; one a junior who was definitely supposed to have graduated with David and Justin's class and the other a chubby Kevin Hart look alike who often had something to say for everything. Blaine stared at all of them before walking over to the driver's side.

“Anderson… congrats on the arts school,” Tommy said with a sly grin. He looked at Chubby and then back to Blaine. “JFK High misses you.”

Blaine looked from him to Peter.

“Long time no see,” Peter put out the joint he was smoking and took a few steps back. “I hope everyone's doing ok…”

Blaine glared at him for a while longer before observing the group as a whole. Tommy's girlfriend seemed bored and looked away, staring at the city skyline at the far end of Long Beach. Blaine opened his car door.

“Make sure your friends stay away from my car, Petey. I don't think any of you could afford to reimburse me if something happened to it…”

Tommy smiled as the tall super junior laughed. “Wow, Anderson. You get a little bit of money, get on TV, go to a new school and suck some cock, and you think you're too good for Long Beach, huh?”

Blaine slammed his car door shut and took a few steps forward. Tommy stepped forward too, but Peter was in between the both of them.

“Hey… Blaine chill out,” he blocked the curly haired teen from the others and looked at him, “They're just a little high and they're talking out of their asses right now. The last thing anyone here wants is trouble, ok? Just go wherever you're going.”

Blaine looked up at the taller teen before rolling his eyes and walking back to his car. One of the guys could be heard laughing and another mumbling ‘no talent faggot' but Peter shoved his new friends away before Blaine could run them over with his car. He shook his head as he got in, slamming the door and watching them through his tinted windows.

From Kurt:

I swear I'm just going to cum without you.

Blaine looked down at his phone and remembered that he had an extremely horny boyfriend waiting for him. He took a deep breath and tried to push the encounter to the back of his mind, smiling as he replied to the text and starting up his car.

To Kurt:

As long as you let me lick it up when I get there and then fuck you senseless, I suppose we won't have a problem.

A jogger went by before Blaine could properly pull off, but once he did he sped all the way to the main street, music blasting unnecessarily loud. The Trey Songz record that Mikey got in trouble for singing the other day was playing on the radio and Blaine hummed along to the lyrics, weaving in and out of traffic on the two lane two way road, not aware the LBPD was right behind him until the sirens went off.

Blaine checked his rearview mirror before looking at how fast he was going. He cursed and sat up straight in his seat. “No fucking way.”

There was no way. He kept driving, slowing down to what was the actual speed limit but not pulling over at all. He hoped that if he slowed down a bit, the police would turn their sirens off and go about their business.

Only they didn't, and after a moment he got the warning that they weren't bullshitting.

“Pull the vehicle over now.”

Blaine smiled at the command and shook his head. “I'm fucking smoked.”

He kept driving though, speeding up again. After turning his music up and feeling his cell phone vibrate again, Blaine decided that he may as well go down like a champ if his mother was going to murder him for this anyway, right?

“Fuck it.”

….

To Blaine:

It's been 15 minutes.

Kurt pressed send and slouched down on the sofa; his lower lip between his teeth. His eyes were dark as they watched what unfolded on the television. The volume was low enough so that he'd hear if his father woke up and started to move around upstairs, but he didn't know how much time that'd give him to get his hands out of his pants, throw on a top, turn to something appropriate, and make up an excuse for not being in bed after midnight, but for some reason that was the furthest thing from his mind.

The men on screen moaned in unison and Kurt licked his lips, watching one take it from behind as his hair was pulled. His phone vibrated beside him but he didn't bother checking his boyfriend's reply; too busy stroking his cock to the rhythm of the sex on TV. Although he wanted to close his eyes and fuck his fist until he came, all of him knew it wouldn't feel satisfying unless it was Blaine getting him off.

Kurt had been here before. Since the start of the school year, his sex life wasn't as there as it had been over the summer. Well, he didn't exactly have a sex life before Blaine, but after Blaine it seemed as if he was being pleasured whenever and wherever he wanted. Now, it was really difficult to get into that same spontaneity of it all. Now, it was almost as if they were scheduling times to mess around, and even if they tried to do something, they'd be interrupted by life. It really wasn't fair.

But tonight, Kurt needed it. He wasn't sure what came over him – usually he was able to think of Blaine kissing him and touching him, and before he knew what was happening, he'd have his fingers inside his ass and he'd be moaning Blaine's name. Sometimes he'd look at a few dirty websites and other times he'd call Blaine, but by then it was well past late and he'd be asleep. Tonight though, he lucked out.

His phone vibrated again and Kurt thrust up into his hand, watching as the bottom was bent over a table and fucked hard. One hand slid down over his chest and eventually touched his navel as the other jerked himself off, and just as his toes curled and his eyes rolled back, he realized he was right there.

He couldn't stop now.

The gasp that left his lips was half shock and half pleasure. Kurt arched his back off the couch as his cum dripped down over his abdomen. He raked a hand through his hair and pulled a bit as the other continued to rub along his shaft, pretending it was Blaine's hand and then Blaine's lips.

But for some reason, it wasn't.

Kurt collapsed against the sofa, a slight pout on his lips. He was upset with himself for not holding on until his boyfriend got there, but he was also upset with Blaine for not being there a bit sooner. Kurt was only human. He grabbed his phone to read the response from Blaine but only it wasn't Blaine, it was Rachel. Kurt rolled his eyes and reached over for a tissue to clean himself up with. As he looked up at the screen, Kurt licked his lips and dialed his boyfriend's number.

….

The cop driving shook his head as their car flew down the all-way in pursuit. “Looks like we've got ourselves a little Danica Patrick. How much you wanna bet on this one, Jax?”

His partner held onto his seat as the car swerved, pursuing the black car. “You're going to make me lose the Applebees I had for dinner. Can we just radio it in so I can go home?”

Blaine turned another sharp corner and drove down Jeff's block, stepping on the gas. He was grateful it was night time as he turned the music off completely. Hopefully no pedestrians would be out right now. The sirens flashed behind him and he bit his lip, turning another corner, this time onto a one-way street but in the wrong direction. He cursed when he noticed and drove even faster, running a stop sign and swerving onto Broadway now.

“I should drive past a fucking Dunkin' Donuts so you motherfuckers get distracted,” Blaine said to himself, speeding down the road and cutting someone off. “I can't believe I'm in this situation.”

His phone rang as he heard the sirens dying down a little. Blaine focused on the road, slowing down at a red light and looking both ways before turning right. He answered his phone as he drove, looking in the rearview to make sure he wasn't being followed. “Baby…”

“If you didn't want to come over all you had to do was say so, Blaine.”

Blaine rolled his eyes as he drove onto the highway. “Don't be ridiculous. I'm on the way now, in my car.”

Kurt sighed, and by the sound of his voice Blaine knew he'd just come. “Where are you? It's not like we live that far from one another.”

“I know… I'm just on the highway for an exit but when I get off –”

“The highway…?!”

Blaine sped in between lanes, passing a couple cars. “I got into a police chase but I think I lost them.”

Silence.

“But,” Blaine hit 80 miles per hour and signaled that he was getting off at the next exit, “I'll be there in another 10 minutes. I'm sorry for making you wait even longer but when I get there I gotta tell you what happened –”

“Just… go back home, Blaine. I don't know what you're up to but I'm just gonna go to bed.”

Blaine held the phone to his ear as he got off at the exit. “What are you talking about? …I'm coming over ok?”

“Are you out of your mind? You could have been killed or you could've seriously hurt someone else!”

Blaine licked his lips. “You wanted me to hurry up.”

“I didn't want you to put Long Beach in danger, Blaine. Can you just… get here in one piece? Please?”

Blaine hung up the phone and tossed it into the passenger's seat. He waited for a couple cars to go by before merging onto the road and eventually drove the rest of the way to Kurt's place – his music at a comfortable level as well as his speedometer.

….

Kurt set his alarm and got on top of the covers. He turned the lamp off and shook his head as he lay down, trying to fall asleep. Only as soon as he closed his eyes, he could hear the front door downstairs closing.

Kurt sighed. Eventually, steps sounded on the stairs, and then in front of his door, and though his room was dark, he could see with the light from his cable box that the door knob was turning. Blaine stepped in and looked at him, but Kurt only rolled over in bed and stared at the wall his Broadway posters were on.

“So now you're going to ignore me after I come all the way over here for you?”

Kurt rolled his eyes before closing them. “You hung up on me. I can ignore you if I want to.”

“You yelled at me over bullshit.”

“I didn't yell at you but you're raising your voice now and you're going to wake up my dad.”

Blaine pulled out his phone and put on the flashlight. He could see Kurt's eyes closed and it appeared the teen didn't plan on opening them. Still, Blaine closed the door behind him and walked over, stepping out of his sneakers and climbing onto the bed. “Kurt.”

Kurt sighed and shook his head no.

Blaine lay down next to him; his boyfriend the little spoon as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's midsection. “Are you mad because I tried to get away from the cops? Do you know how much trouble I'd be in if I got pulled over?”

“Do you know how devastated I'd be if something were to happen to you?” Kurt asked back – his voice breaking a little. “You don't need to break traffic laws to get here to me so I can bust a nut, Blaine. That's ridiculous. I wanted you to get here but… just use your brain.”

Blaine slid his hand down over Kurt's sweat pants and started kissing his neck. His hand was moved away quickly though, and Kurt sat up.

“And don't hang up the phone on me when we're talking. That's rude and I wouldn't do it to you.”

Blaine rolled his eyes and moved over on the bed. “Kurt, c'mon.”

“I don't ask much from you, do I? Just please… don't do that.”

“I'm sorry,” Blaine turned his phone off and looked at Kurt. “I'm sorry I hung up, ok? I just didn't want you telling me not to come over because of what happened. I fucking snuck out and got into that situation because I was coming over here in the first place, and then you're all ‘go back home'.”

Kurt turned the lamp on and then turned to look at Blaine. They caught eyes briefly before the older teen looked away. “Maybe I won't ask you to sneak out again then. I'm sorry. It's late now so maybe you want to go.”

Blaine looked up at the ceiling, scratching tiredly at his forehead. “I'm fine for now. It was a long night… I'll leave in a few.”

Kurt looked at him for another moment before he turned the lamp off once more and got underneath the sheets. He lay on his side and propped the pillows beneath his head before closing his eyes.

Blaine exhaled hard and turned to check the clock. It was a twenty to 1 in the morning now and any other night he'd be falling asleep in preparation for the next school day, but tonight wasn't like any other night. He thought about those idiots from JFK High and wondered if Peter pretending to be neutral in it all was an act or if they were all a bunch of jealous idiots who intended to fuck with him because they didn't have the things he did.

Blaine ran his hands through his hair and sat up. He looked down at Kurt pretending to sleep and shook his head, sliding to the edge of the bed. “Can you at least walk me to the door? That's the least I should get after coming over here for you because you're horny and then getting nothing.”

Kurt got out of the bed without saying anything. He walked to his bedroom door and Blaine stood up after him, going to put his sneakers on. Kurt stood there patiently, and when Blaine had finally finished what he was doing, the shirtless teen turned to lead the way downstairs in the dark – only Blaine had trapped him flat against the door, thrusting forward against his boyfriend's ass.

“Blaine…”

“Kurt…” Blaine moved his hands down Kurt's side and kissed the back of hid his neck. After thrusting up again, Blaine pulled back and turned Kurt around so that they were face to face, only to trap him against the door again. “I hate that you have pants on,” his lips touched Kurt's throat as he moved his fingers to the waistband of the Pace sweat pants, slowly moving them underneath. “No underwear, though? You should just take these off.”

Kurt let his head hit head the door as Blaine kissed his collarbone. “Blaine…”

“What?” Blaine grabbed Kurt's ass as he kneaded the flesh, pushing the pants down as much as he could. “Oh yeah… I'm supposed to be leaving,” he pulled away and looked Kurt up and down, licking his lips. “Sorry. You know how carried away I get.”

Kurt stood there with his sweat pants around his knees before finally taking them off. He could feel Blaine watching him as he tossed them aside and pushed his boyfriend back onto the bed, climbing on top of him and crashing their lips together.

Blaine got over the initial shock and kissed back; all tongue and teeth and hands back on Kurt's bare ass before he tossed the blue eyed teen over on the queen sized bed, moving between his legs. He got on his knees and pulled off his shirt, and as Kurt started fumbling with his button and zipper, Blaine grabbed for the drawer and dug around for a bottle of lube. “Shit… where is it?”

“Where's what?” Kurt leant up and kissed Blaine's abdomen, sliding his jeans and boxers over the swell of his ass. “Take your sneakers off.”

Blaine put his fingers in Kurt's hair as his boyfriend's lips moved along his skin. “Damn…. The lube…,” he bit his lip at the feeling of Kurt's tongue and kicked his sneakers off once more. “Where'd you leave it?”

Kurt kissed Blaine's hipbone and dropped his hands from the boy's ass before falling back, digging through the drawer. He sighed, not wanting to turn the light on, but feeling like he might have to at this point. Blaine rolled over to his side of the bed and went through the drawer over there.

“I can feel condoms but no lube…”

“Condom wrappers. Here,” Kurt finally found it and closed his drawer. “It was buried.”

Blaine accepted it after he took his jeans and underwear off.

“What position?”

Blaine licked his lips as he thought. “Turn the light on, Kurt.”

Kurt smiled and put his hands beneath his head. “Too risky. We need to stay quiet and keep it dark. I don't sleep with any lights on.”

“But I like to see you when we fuck,” Blaine looked at the windows. “Can I at least open the curtains?”

Kurt shrugged. “Go ahead.”

Blaine hopped up and poured a bit of lube into his hand as he walked over to the windows. He stroked himself and pulled the curtains back a bit, letting light from the security light as well as the moonlight stream in. He turned back to see Kurt sprawled out on the bed and looked at his lips.

“Much better.”

“What position? Before I change my mind…”

Blaine smirked and walked back over, lifting Kurt's legs in the air and dragging him close by the ankle. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

Kurt did as he was told and yelped as he was tossed into the air. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and a second later felt Blaine lining up at his entrance. They were standing there in the middle of the room on his fancy rug, and Kurt realized Blaine was going to make him bounce on his cock and having to stay quiet was going to be pure torture.

“Slide down,” Blaine held him by the hips as he lined up. He bit his lip hard trying not to thrust in too hard. “Like that, babe.”

Kurt held onto Blaine's curls and tightened the hold of his legs as he moved lower onto his boyfriend's dick. He took quick breaths and his eyes rolled back as he sunk lower and Blaine pulled him deeper. “This is what I needed, Blaine. I needed you so bad.”

Blaine forced Kurt up and down his cock, slowly at first. “Then why were you making me leave, dummy? When I make you feel like this?”

Kurt smiled until Blaine started fucking him harder – his lips parting and making that sexy face Blaine loved seeing. He grinded, almost dancing as he straddled his boyfriend and Blaine grabbed his ass, thrusting up hard and biting his tongue not to say anything more.

“Deeper…”

Blaine held him by the hips and walked over to the wall, thrusting in hard. Kurt shouted accidentally when Blaine hit his prostate, but after the noise his boyfriend's hand was covering his mouth. He made muffled moans into it as he was fucked against the wall and Blaine smirked, watching him move up the wall the harder he'd thrust.

“You ask for it deeper but then you damn near give us away.”

Kurt's eyes rolled back as he held onto Blaine's arms, pulling the teen closer with his legs.

Blaine thrust in and out, watching Kurt's face the entire time. He let go of the boy's mouth and started playing with his hip piercings as he grinded. “We should get under the covers and fuck nice and slow.”

Kurt smiled; arms resting on Blaine's shoulders. “You could fuck me on the ceiling at this point and—fuck, I'd be ok with it.”

“Don't tempt me,” Blaine cradled Kurt underneath the ass and they kissed as he walked over to the bed. His hands moved up over his thighs and to the small of Kurt's back; their kissing getting deeper and deeper. Blaine laid him down without pulling out, and Kurt let his legs fall apart when his back touched the bed sheets. He pulled the covers over his boyfriend's back, not at all ready when Blaine started to move in without warning and hit his spot repeatedly before kissing his neck, and Kurt moaned low in his throat as a result.

“Spread them wider,” Blaine pushed his legs apart and grabbed onto the headboard, using it for leverage as he plunged into his boyfriend. “Fuck,” their chests were pressed together as he covered Kurt's mouth with his and snapped his hips nice and slow; moaning as Kurt would move his ass into every thrust to meet him. They continued like that – Kurt scratching down his back or pulling his hair – Blaine's tongue in his mouth and cock deep inside of him – both of them burying moans against the other's lips – they continued until Blaine's hips were moving without rhythm but with a lot of speed, and deep enough to make Kurt curse and shake on every thrust, and Blaine bit hard on his boyfriend's shoulder as his toes curled.

The alarm clock made its chirping noise to signal that it was now 1am. Kurt gasped as Blaine's hand wrapped around his cock and started to erratically pull at his already leaking cock. He shook his head, not wanting to cum yet because this was so good, but needing to cum. He mumbled for Blaine to kiss him, and even though the words were hardly there in the midst of him being fucked with legs in the air and his cock being jerked off just how he loved it, Blaine knew what he wanted. They kissed hard and as Blaine slammed into him over and over again; Kurt now practically pinned in the top corner of the bed as his boyfriend tried his best to screw his brains out, Kurt raked his fingers through his boyfriend's hair and pulled hard in what he hoped was a warning that he was coming. The strangled noise that accompanied it made Blaine moan too as he thrust up a couple more times before slowing down entirely. He made sure that Kurt had climaxed completely before speeding up again, his dick moving in only partially as he went faster but enough to make him cum in his boyfriend's ass.

It was some of the best ever, and it was probably because they weren't exactly fans of one another's attitudes right now, but whatever the reason was, both boys were blissed out.

Blaine breathed heavily as he looked down at Kurt; the boy's cheeks flushed as he fell fast asleep. He smiled and slowly started to pull out so that he could clean them up, grabbing a few napkins from the bedside table and wiping them clean. He lay down in bed beside him and closed his eyes too.

“A few minutes.”

….

Of course, a few minutes ended up being a couple hours, and Blaine shot up in the bed looking at the clock. It was a bit after 3 in the morning. Kurt rolled over when he felt the jolt and looked at Blaine; it registering a moment later that it was a school night and his boyfriend should've been fast asleep in his own bed at this point.

“What… baby?”

“I fell asleep.”

Kurt looked at the clock and then turned to face Blaine. “You can leave now, it's still early.”

Blaine yawned loudly, nodding his head yes. “I'm gonna get going. CJ should be asleep and hopefully Diesel is too.”

Kurt smiled and his eyes drifted closed. “We could do it one more time though before you go.”

Blaine smirked and rubbed the nape of his neck. “You're a tease…”

“I'm so serious,” Kurt grabbed the lube and smiled, rolling over and sticking his ass in the air. “Just a quickie.”

Blaine bit his lip and stared at his boyfriend's ass before picking up the bottle. “I think I wanna take my time.”

As Kurt's ass clapped when Blaine thrust in deep and the younger boy bounced back against him, Blaine knew he'd go through the whole night all over again just for five seconds of this.

….

“Why are you two so tired? You're always the life of the party, Kurt.”

Kurt shook his head and looked down at his coffee cup. Blaine was next to him in their booth in Layla's – the boy's beanie down over his eyes trying to block out the sunlight. “I had a long night,” he said.

Jeff hummed. “Sorry to hear that.”

“Don't be,” Kurt told him. He took a sip from his mug as Blaine shoveled eggs into his mouth. Some of it missed and Nick looked at his best friend weirdly.

“And what's your excuse? I've never seen you fail at eating.”

Blaine shrugged, not answering. He chewed tiredly and sunk down in his seat.

Jeff looked at his boyfriend and smiled, stealing a piece of bacon from his plate. Some things never changed. “Well I hope you wake up in time for Dance class, Ohio. It's test day.”

Kurt groaned, adding another cream to his coffee. “Don't remind me. I can barely move.”

Nick smirked and then looked at Blaine as he linked the two together, but Blaine was falling asleep while chewing.

The door to Layla's opened and a couple Pace students walked in. Jeff smiled when he saw a few of his friends and waved them over.  Of course, Hunter led the way followed by Kurt's friend Zach, who along with his boyfriend John and their friend Dani shared Orchestra class with Blaine.

“Yo,” Jeff slapped five with Hunter and grinned. “Are you ready for the performance today?”

Hunter smiled at Jeff before noticing that both Kurt and Blaine looked dead. He shook his head. “I was born ready, man. Today is going to be great. I'm going to ace the Dance exam and then I have a solo in Chorus,” he patted Blaine on the shoulder, startling the boy awake. “I'm going to need you to be attentive on the drums so you don't screw me up, so let me buy you a coffee…”

Kurt yawned and stretched as Blaine batted Hunter's hand away. He waved hello to Zach, not at all missing the way John looked at him (Kurt still didn't get why the guy hated him to be honest) and grinned when Dani ran around the table to kiss him on the cheek. She kissed Blaine next and he grumbled a ‘good morning' before pulling the beanie from off most of his face. “I don't want a coffee. I had one of those energy drinks.”

“Which is not at all healthy,” Kurt mumbled.

“You're going to crash after third period, stupid,” Dani smiled and nudged him awake. “I'm going to order something for Vickie and Naomi, they'll be here soon. You boys want anything?”

Hunter handed her a couple bucks. “No Splenda. I'm not joking.”

She rolled her eyes and walked away. “I know, Hunter.”

Zach took a seat in the chair behind Nick and Jeff. “What's up with you two?”

Hunter shook his head. “Nothing. Dani and I used to date in sophomore year and again junior year but I don't think I'm going for a three-peat –”

“Not you,” Zach ruffled his red hair with a smile, “I'm talking about Kurt and Blaine over there.”

Blaine watched Zach's boyfriend take a seat across from him. He was grateful John quit the whole staring at him thing while they were in Orchestra because not only was it weird, but Blaine was not interested, nor was he ever going to be interested. Now he needed to talk to the kid about his attitude towards Kurt. “Well I was in this crazy police chase last night on my way to get some ass and then I didn't sleep much afterwards.”

Jeff looked between Kurt and Blaine as he ate, but Kurt didn't even bother commenting.

“Oh,” Zach laughed. “Cool. Wait – were you the black Lexus going 65 in a 35 zone?”

Blaine lifted his eyebrow and looked at him. “Maybe… how do you know?”

Hunter smirked as Nick shook his head. “Do we even want to know?”

Kurt shook his head no in response.

“My dad is a cop and he complained about it. Right after he complained about his partner,” he smiled. “I hope that's your last time. Apparently there's this whole street racing thing going on around town that's big after midnight and there's been accidents. They must've thought you were a part of it.”

“David told me about that,” Jeff chimed in. “He says it's like Fast and the Furious near his campus. One time ten guys put money in and the winnings were close to thirty five hundred.”

Blaine's eyes went wide and Kurt elbowed him in the side. “Don't you even think about it.”

“I'm not,” Blaine glared at his boyfriend. “Ouch, by the way.”

“So enough about all of that,” Hunter dragged a chair up to the end of the table and sat backwards, looking between Blaine and Nick who'd just finished eating. “Tell me about the party this weekend.”

John looked up from his notebook, interested. “There's a party?”

Blaine shook his head no. “Not that I'm aware of. If there is I'm not throwing it.”

“I heard Kurt talking about it with Dani in the hallway,” Hunter fixed his navy polo collar as he spoke. “You said it was on Sunday.”

Kurt finished yawning and responded, reaching for his coffee. “Are you talking about Mikey's party? Blaine's cousin is turning 5 on Monday so he's having his birthday party this weekend at the beach house. I doubt you're invited.”

John rolled his eyes away. “Five,” he echoed, shaking his head. Zach smiled.

“Well Sunday I don't have anything better to do so I guess I'll be there.”

Jeff looked up at Liam the TA entering Layla's as Blaine put his head down on the table. He waved hello before looking back down at his empty plate – running his fingers through Nick's hair. “I guess we can get the bill and get out of here. My first period teacher is a bitch.”

Kurt nodded and stretched again, smiling when Dani came back over. “Are we still on after school for the French project?”

“Yep,” she put Hunter's coffee down in front of him and moved his hand away from her leg. “I think we can finish it by tonight. Library or your place?”

“My place is fine,” Kurt watched Nick take some cash out and go to pay the bill. He left a tip on the table.

“There's no Splenda in this right?”

“There's no Splenda,” Dani said tiredly. “I'm out of here. See you at school.”

“Bye,” Blaine mumbled into the table.

 Kurt waved and then grabbed his own bag. “Wake up, Anderson.”

Jeff picked up his skateboard and kicked Blaine hard underneath the table afterwards; the teen wincing.

“What're you singing for your solo?” Kurt asked Hunter. The teen licked his lips and smiled.

“Ride by Somo. For Elizabeth… I want to take her to the Fall Dance and you know… I thought a song could help.”

Blaine smirked as he sat up straight. “I love that song.”

“Isn't it about sex? You're going to sing a song about sex to a girl you're into? In front of Leonard Riley and the entire Chorus and Band?”  Zach shook his head as Hunter didn't appear to see anything wrong about the idea. “You're an idiot.”

Kurt smiled when Nick came back and stood up. “Best of luck with that, Clarington. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sleep in the car.”

“Me too,” Blaine picked up his backpack and stood up, straightening the Seahawks jersey he wore. “See you dumbasses later.”

Jeff slapped five with Hunter again, and then Zach and John before the four of them left. He called shotgun out of the habit of having too, still not used to Justin being gone. Kurt and Blaine took the backseats all the time anyway.

Nick looked at his boyfriend as they walked towards his Hummer. “So can you come over tonight? My dad is in town and we're going out for dinner.”

Jeff carried his skateboard and gave his boyfriend a suspicious look. “And I'm coming as a friend?”

Nick licked his lips. He'd been thinking about it and he really believed tonight would be the night that he told his family everything. And he meant everything – boyfriend, daughter, New York. Everything.

Kurt tiredly climbed into the Hummer on top of Blaine and they pretty much fell asleep as soon as the door closed. Nick shook his head as he opened Jeff's door for him. “I mean, I would like it if you were my date. Whether I deal with this now or later, they're going to react the same way. It doesn't really matter. And I'm tired of us hiding.”

Jeff tossed his skateboard into the back, and though it hit Kurt in the butt, the boy didn't flinch. Blaine snored a bit and Nick smiled as Jeff faced him. “It's going to be a long day for them I guess –”

His boyfriend kissed him and Nick stopped talking at once, closing his eyes as their lips met. Jeff pulled back after a moment and smiled. “For us too, maybe. But I think we're going to be alright.”

Nick nodded. “I think so too.”

“Wooooooo! Cute boys kissing alert!”

Nick and Jeff turned to see Naomi and Vickie waving, and Dani holding two thumbs up. Jeff smiled at his ex before rolling his eyes away, and Nick blushed. He looked at his blonde boyfriend and gestured for him to get in the car.

“Girls can totally be worse than guys.”

….

The locker room smelled like boys who tried to cover up the fact that they didn't put on deodorant that morning with knock off cologne from the dollar store. Kurt glared at everyone as he entered, tiredly going to his locker. He felt Blaine still following him as he stopped in his row and worked on putting in his combination.

Blaine took a seat on the bench between the lockers and looked at Kurt. Jeff skated in a few seconds later and smiled at him.

“What're you doing here?”

Blaine gestured to Kurt. “I'm going to watch him undress before going to Orchestra.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and popped the lock open. “He was just leaving.”

Blaine smiled, standing up and putting a hand on the small of his boyfriend's back. “You could barely keep your eyes open in Math class. How many times did Hayward yell at you today?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and looked at his dance uniform. “He didn't yell at me. And it's not my fault I'm so tired. I told you to go home last night but you started grinding against me –”

“And then you were throwing me on the bed,” Blaine leant against the lockers and smiled, watching Kurt start to unbutton his shirt. “Come on. Let's just leave. I'm probably going to fall asleep at my violin and lord only knows what'll happen if I mess up Hunter's sex solo later on.”

“But if you're not here at all he's really going to be pissed,” Kurt folded his shirt neatly. “Just go to class. I'll nap during lunch hour or something.”

Blaine smirked. “You're no fun. I bet on senior ditch day you're going to be the only one here.”

The late bell rang as Kurt started to shimmy out of his jeans. Blaine sighed and Kurt gestured to the exit. “I'll see you after English. Goodbye.”

Blaine backtracked after Kurt kissed him. “See you at Lunch. Break a leg on your Dance exam. Maybe not literally, sleepy head.”

Kurt smiled and worked on changing.

….

Blaine rushed into his Orchestra class, knowing that he was already late. He could hear his teacher speaking as he entered.

“Today we will continue with the work of Haydn's masterful symphonic writing. This week we've admired the contrast and variety of thematic strands, elegant inner movements, and the intertwining themes of his finales. You've all been doing so wonderful with his Symphony No. 104 from Haydn and today – oh, how nice of you to join us Mr. Anderson.”

Blaine jogged towards the auditorium stage with his instrument in hand. “I'm sorry; I left my violin in my trunk. I didn't mean to hold you all up.”

Mr. Riley watched the teen climb to the stage and John shook his head at him. He had no doubt seen Blaine following Kurt into the boys' locker room with his eyes fixated on his ass like five minutes ago, and he definitely knew Blaine didn't leave his instrument in the trunk of the car he didn't even drive to school today having carpooled with Nick and Jeff, so that wasn't true. But guys like Blaine had a lie for just about everything.

John knew. He wasn't too different from Blaine himself, he imagined.

“Don't let it happen again,” Mr. Riley told him. “Now, we're going to resume with Symphony No. 104 and as Mr. Anderson takes his seat, I'll have Ms. Thompson collect the homework.”

Blaine slouched down in his seat next to Dani and smiled when she got up, handing her the homework he did during lunch yesterday. He started to set up his instrument and smiled at Zach who was shaking his head at him.

Zach and Kurt were pretty tight and he seemed like a good enough dude. Jealous when he thought guys looked at John a little too long, but Blaine totally got it. If only he could understand John though. He was a bit of a dick.

“Due Monday, I want you all to try and compose a five minute solo for an instrument of your choosing. Throughout next week we will try and perfect it as your home assignments and on the week after that, you'll be performing it.”

Blaine figured he'd just use something he wrote when he was younger, but being lazy wouldn't get him the good grade he needed to get everyone off his dick. He wrote the assignment down in his iPhone and slid it away.

….

Kurt yawned as he warmed up. In one ear, he had Hunter talking to him non-stop about something that was probably important – something about Chorus he believed. But he just could not pay attention. In the other ear there was the conversation between Jeff and Victoria about trying to get tickets to a Raiders game and that was even more boring than whatever the hell Hunter was going on about. Liam looked up and caught eyes with Kurt, laughing when the boy gave him a tired grimace.

That was definitely going to be the last time he made a ‘booty call' at that time of the night. Not unless he had a nap the hours prior to it, that was for certain.

“But the sex was so good.”

Hunter stopped talking and looked at him. “What?”

Kurt turned to him and shook his head. “I didn't mean for that to come out aloud. Continue.”

Hunter smiled. “Ok then. Like I was saying –”

“Alright,” Frankie, their instructor stood in front of the class. “Today and tomorrow are the days we've been working towards all month long. I'm so proud of this class and you've all definitely shown me early in the game why you're the advanced Dance course. I'm going to have half of you show me what you've got today, and the other half will go tomorrow.” Frankie walked over to one of the girls and looked at her, “You'll be starting us off, Brielle. Pretend that you're auditioning for a show and it calls for an excellent dancer. Show me what you're made of.”

The class clapped for her and Kurt slid back to the mirrored wall in between Jeff and Hunter. He smiled when the song the girl chose came on and she started to move to the music. It was easy to tell this girl was born to dance. There wasn't any doubt she'd get an A+ and then go on to become someone amazing. Most of the people here would, at least that was the plan.

Kurt was amazed with how well she did as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He thought maybe that if he made a quick run to throw some water on his face, he'd at least perk up a bit and be able to do his choreography decently. After Brielle finished, Kurt clapped and asked to be excused. Liam offered to escort him, making Jeff glare at him as Kurt stumbled to his feet.

They went in the hall and Liam walked ahead of him, singing an old Robin Thicke song as the teacher announced that Paul would be going next. Kurt followed him from the dance studio to Hall J and though he felt kind of exposed in his dance uniform out in the hallways, he was way too tired to do anything about it.

“You're probably going to fall when you go up if you can barely walk in a straight line now.”

“Yeah well I slept two hours since the night before last and my body is pretty upset with me. I'll be fine.”  The boys' room door was open. Kurt walked inside and went up to the sink, looking at the mirror before turning the cold water on. Liam watched him.

“You sure about that? First semester grades need to be strong. This is the report card that NYADA and whatever other schools you apply to will be seeing, you know.”

Kurt splashed his face and took a deep breath.

“And you're scheduled to perform before Maria. You know that girl slays.”

“Well I'll be fine.”

“Even with the quick pace of your three minute choreography?”

“There's nothing I can do now, Liam,” Kurt stood up and grabbed a few sheets to dry his face with. “I am just going to do my best. I've been through so much worse and overcame that.”

Liam smiled and Kurt rolled his eyes at him, throwing the paper in the trash. He left the bathroom and started to walk back towards the dance studio. “It wouldn't be a problem to move your exam to tomorrow. You could watch everyone today and not worry about a thing. Tonight, you go home and instead of fucking your idiot boyfriend, you get some sleep.”

Kurt turned around and looked at him.

“Your walk has been different all day today. I noticed.”

“Why would you do that for me?”

“Besides the fact that you're awesome?” he said sarcastically. Kurt continued to look at him as he waited. “Because you, my friend, are going to do something for me.”

Kurt looked up as Liam threw an arm around his shoulder and walked the both of them down the next hall.

“There's this guy who I've been messing around with, who I totally shouldn't be messing around with –”

“Is he a student here?”

Liam made a face, looking at Kurt. “No, he isn't.  He's a bit older than me, only a little over a year. MIT student.”

Kurt nodded, walking with him. “MIT is across the country though.”

“Yeah,” Liam sighed. “Anyway, he's been here for the summer and he decided instead of going back that he'd stick around, start again next semester. The problem is that I've been having to share my time with him as of late with his boyfriend. I really am not with the whole sharing thing.”

Kurt moved Liam's arm from around his shoulder as they stopped in front of the dance studio. “You're disgusting. I'm pretty sure you could find someone who's single.”

“But the person I wanted wasn't,” Liam shrugged. “Anyway, back to the topic. Do you know an Ian Palmers?”

Kurt leant back against the bulletin board and nodded, giving the TA a suspicious look. “Yes. He's my friend's cousin.”

Liam smiled, licking his lips. “He's the guy.”

Kurt smiled and then shook his head no, looking away. “There's no way he's cheating on José. Not after he went out of his way to get him to be his boyfriend.” 

“The chase is most of the fun… he knows that as well as I do. So does Blaine with you –”

“Do not bring Blaine into this. He's nothing like you or Ian –”

“—but since you're familiar with this José kid, maybe you could tell him for me. Tell him about Ian and me –”

“Oh please,” Kurt shook his head no and walked towards the entrance.

“Wait…” Liam jumped in front of him. They both could hear music from the classroom as whoever was up now danced. “If you tell José, he'll be more likely to believe you than the guy who's actually doing it. Are you two friends? He probably trusts you. This way, he'll break up with Ian and then I'll have more time with him when I need it. You know… sometimes I wanna get off and they're on a date or some bullshit.”

“I'm not getting in the middle of their relationship. It's not my place. José can find out what a prick that asshole is without me.”

“You know deep down inside that you want to do the right thing and be a good friend to him. Me, I'm not a great guy. But you Kurt, you are.”

Kurt laughed sarcastically and looked down the hall. “You know, I'd expect this from Ian, easy. I know he can be a sleaze ball. But you, I thought you were better than that. Why would you want to mess around with someone in a relationship?”

Liam licked his lips and looked Kurt up and down. “Why wouldn't I? Sometimes it can be very worth it.”

Kurt stared at him.  “You're disgusting. And if that's the type of guy you are then –”

“Then I guess you'll be dancing today.” Ian shrugged and walked into the classroom.

Everyone was clapping and Frankie nodded to the boy who took a seat before looking at his list. “Job well done. Up next is Mr. Hummel… just in time,” he smiled as Kurt walked in. “Get up here Kurt.”

Kurt stepped a bit further into the classroom.  He looked at his instructor, knowing he was about to screw this up miserably. He knew the choreography but his body just wasn't in sync today. But that was no one's fault but his.

“We just got back from the nurse actually. She says he's running a fever and should probably sit this one out. They called his parents and everything,” Liam looked from Frankie the dance teacher to Kurt, finding the boy's blue eyes with his own. “Unless you're up to it today?”

Kurt stood still there in the doorway. The whole class's attention was on him. He took a deep breath and shook his head no. “If it's ok, I think I will wait until tomorrow.”

Frankie smiled and nodded. “Tomorrow. I hope you feel better, take a seat. Next is Maria.”

The class clapped and one boy patted Kurt's back as he walked by, saying to feel better. Kurt nodded and sat next to Vickie this time. Hunter looked down the line at him, as did Jeff, but he only looked at the performer.

Liam smiled and took his seat, watching Maria begin her dance.

….

Blaine finished his classwork in Italian class pretty early. He was going in between playing 2048 on his phone, looking at sneaker websites, falling asleep, and participating in a group chat with Justin and David for the remained of the class.

This teacher was probably his favorite out of all of them. She was super nice and let the class start on homework for other classes once they were finished with their work. When she gave out tests or quizzes, they weren't super confusing even if the work was hard, and she offered early on to write letters of recommendations for everyone applying to colleges. Not everyone in Pace had planned to; a majority of the students had a plan to move away to cities like Hollywood, New York, or Chicago, and wing it.

Zach laughed at Blaine's loud yawning even though he'd been trying to hold it in. Blaine smirked at him and stretched, almost hitting the girl in front of him in back of the head.

“How are you supposed to last the whole day?”

Blaine shrugged. “I honestly don't know.”

He looked down at his phone, seeing a message from David about a BMX competition and looking at the details. “I've been thinking about leaving after Chorus & Band but my friend drove today so I'd be without a ride.”

Zach hummed acknowledgment. “You don't want to skip class anyway. They tell your teachers you were in your other classes if you missed theirs and then you lose privileges. The Fall dance is coming up and don't forget about the recital. If you get in trouble enough they won't let you participate.”  

Blaine sighed. “Oh yeah.”

“Plus, they'll tell your folks.”

Blaine started playing 2048 again as their teacher answered a student in Italian. “Are the dances at this school any good? I feel like my boyfriend will drag me to the Fall dance and I'll be bored all night in dumb fancy clothes.”

“Well,” Zach thought about it, “I happen to like them for selfish reasons. I asked John to be my boyfriend at a dance and since then we've been going strong.”

Blaine turned to look at him. “What's up with John? You two are like… polar opposites.”

Zach laughed. “We are. But one could say the same thing about you and Kurt.”

“Maybe. But I don't know… I get the feeling he doesn't like my boyfriend and Kurt feels the same.”

The bell rang signaling the end of class as Zach wondered about that. “I don't know… he seemed pretty excited when he heard you both were transferring here. From what I gather he used to BMX and all that,” he grabbed his bag and stood up with Blaine. “But as for Kurt, he hasn't said anything. I talk about Kurt a lot so he's had ample opportunity to. They even have that costume design class together.”

Blaine nodded, walking beside him. “When you say you talk about Kurt…”

Zach laughed. “I mean how cool he is. I mean he's hot but if I were to bring that up in conversation with my boyfriend I wouldn't get any for a while.”

Blaine smirked. “Just making sure.”

“I get it,” Zach patted Blaine on the back. “I'm going to my locker before lunch so I'll see you there – woah –”­

Kurt laughed as stepped back. “Watch where I'm walking Zachary.”

Blaine smiled as Zach held his hands up and retreated. “My bad. I wouldn't want the Walking Dead to kick my ass in front of everyone.”

Kurt stuck his middle finger up as he sleepily kissed his boyfriend hello. “People are making fun of me because I'm tired.”

“You're still gorgeous,” Blaine kissed him again and held his waist. “And you look amazing today in your sleeveless hoodie.”

“I look amazing every day,” Kurt took Blaine's hand. “I've come to walk you to Lunch.”

“What a gentleman,” Blaine laced their fingers together and yawned. “Damn. That was a good one. We're fucking pathetic today.”

“I know.”

“How was your dance exam? You didn't text me.”

“One, we're in school and I'm an A+ student –” he was cut off by Blaine's scoff but resumed. “Two, I didn't perform today. It's a long, long story but Liam got me out of it.”

Blaine spit the gum he chewed out into the wrapper and tossed it into a trash can before they turned down the hallway. “Care to tell me this long, long story?”

Kurt nodded, stopping at his locker to put a few things away. He noticed a poster for the Fall dance above it and yawned. “Well you see, apparently he thinks I'm going to help him break up José and Ian so that he can have Ian for himself, but that's not going to happen. He can't really make me either.”

Blaine leant against the lockers and looked inside of Kurt's, pouting when a picture of Mikey was above a picture of him. “Why wouldn't you though? He and Ian deserve each other.”

“Because not only is that not my business,” Kurt put his textbooks in the locker. “I have no intention of doing something that can benefit a scumbag like him and hurting my friend in the process. He can do his own dirty work.”

Blaine stood up straight, fixing the straps on his book bag. “I feel like I need to have a chat with your bestie.”

Kurt closed the locker door and started walking off. “I'm pretty sure I can handle it.”

“I'm not saying you can't.”

They entered the cafeteria and Blaine saw Jeff walking with two trays. There was no doubt that they were both for him. Kurt gestured to the vending machine and Blaine nodded, going to join the lunch line. He pulled out his wallet and yawned again as he looked at the menu, getting the same thing for both Kurt and himself.

Nick's ex-girlfriend Naomi stood on line behind him, wrapping her arms around her shoulder. “Pay for me too?”

Blaine smiled. “Who's your favorite BMXer?”

She smiled. “If I say David you probably won't buy me lunch.”

“You're a smart girl,” Blaine moved forward in line.

“Blaine is the best BMX rider in the world.”

“First and last name. I saw you tweeting Blaine Mazzetti and I know you stan him.”

The brunette laughed. “Fine. Blaine Anderson is the best BMX rider in the world. I like pepperoni pizza by the way.”

….

Lunch went by way too fast. Kurt didn't even get his nap. Jeff was way too funny the entire period and made him laugh for pretty much the entire 45 minutes straight. That and he wanted to finish his English homework so there'd be more time for sleep at home.

Chorus was even more entertaining. Hunter's solo performance was today and he had chosen Ride by Somo as his song. He stared at Elizabeth during its entirety and Kurt couldn't tell if the soprano girl was scared or appreciative or a little of both.

Blaine was pleased when Hunter handed around the sheet music. He loved the song honestly. And plus, this was the only performance today so he'd be able to sit next to Kurt afterwards while Leonard Riley gave the choir a speech. He wasn't in the choir, which meant he could sleep.

Blaine – 1. Kurt - none.

Improvisation class flew by because it was as fun as it always was. But last period, even though Blaine enjoyed Music Tech, seemed to last forever.

The same went for Kurt in Scene and Costume Design. As he struggled not to drift off to sleep, he got news that he was paired up with John for a project. While Ohio Kurt would've loved that – not only was John gay but he was very attractive – California Kurt didn't have time for this. The boy's attitude was insane and he really questioned how in the hell Zach put up with it.

Eventually, though, the school day ended.

Thank the heavens.

….

“I still don't trust you on my skateboard since the whole New York incident. You know, when you fucking rolled it into one of the busiest, most famous streets in the city.”

Blaine kicked forward as he rode the skateboard, smiling as the group left Don's bike shop. It wasn't the same with Kurt not working there anymore. “I'm not going to do that ever. I already apologized tons of times so stop bringing it up.”

“What about Spencer's?” Nick asked, looking at the stores they passed.

Blaine got off the skateboard and turned around to look at his friends. “Spencer's Gifts? The sex toy shop?”

Jeff laughed at his boyfriend's suggestion. “Are you shopping for yourself or for Mikey's birthday?”

“C'mon they have cool stuff there that isn't sex related.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at his best friend and turned around. “You're not buying anything from Spencer's for my little cousin. God only knows whose hands have touched that stuff, and what else those hands have touched.”

Jeff hopped on his skateboard and slowly rolled alongside Blaine. “They do have cool tongue rings there though. The purple one with the matching earrings I had.”

“Oh,” Blaine nodded. “I remember those.”

“I lost one,” Jeff pouted. “Well Vickie lost it but she conned me in to thinking it was my fault somehow.”

“Girls are magic at that,” Blaine said as he pulled his phone out his pocket. “I say we go to Toys “R” Us next and call it a day.”

Nick shrugged as he looked around. “That's so basic though.”

“Mikey is basic,” Blaine answered. “The kid is turning 5…”

Jeff smiled. He saw a couple guys walking down the block who looked familiar, but paid them no mind. “I'm pretty sure he's going to love my gift best.”

“But then again Jus and David are coming back this weekend and they've been bragging non-stop about what they got him,” Nick said, walking next to Blaine as he texted. “They probably got a fucking bouncy house or something crazy.”

“Oh,” Blaine's eyes lit up as he texted. The thought of a bouncy house made him smile. “I'm still small enough to fit in those –”

His shoulder was bumped so hard that his phone dropped from his hands and onto the concrete. Nick looked up and saw Blaine looking down at his phone before facing the guy that bumped into him.

“What the hell? Watch where you're go – oh,” Blaine's fists clenched and Jeff raised an eyebrow at the two dudes smirking. “It's you. Peter isn't here this time –”

“Woah! Chill out Anderson,” Tommy held his hands in the air and Chubby smirked behind him. “It was an accident. I should've been watching where I was going…”

Nick picked up the phone and grimaced at the crack going across the screen. “Shit. Look at the screen… I guess you're paying him for it.”

Blaine looked at the screen and then rolled his eyes as he looked back to the two kids.

“I said sorry but I'm not giving you any money,” Tommy looked at Chubby and shrugged, “But good luck with that, Anderson.”

Blaine took a few steps forward. “Next time you touch me I swear to everything you love you'll wish you hadn't even thought about it –”

“What's going on out here,” Blaine's uncle stepped out of the store and looked at the commotion. Tommy smiled and patted Blaine condescendingly on the shoulder.

“We're just catching up with our little friend here – ay,” Tommy stumbled back when Blaine shoved him and Nick pulled the rider back by his shirt. “Keep your hands off me, Anderson.”

“Fuck you.”

“You'd like that, I'm sure,” Chubby said, laughing as he and Tommy took off down the block. Blaine glared at them and turned around, pulling away from Nick. Don watched and called out to him as Jeff stared at the two boys.

“Blaine! Come here.”

Blaine ignored him, walking down the block. At the end of it he turned the corner – Nick by his side and Jeff rushing to catch up after he promised Don he'd handle it.

“Yo?” Nick jogged a bit and stopped in front of his friend. “Wanna tell us what that was about?”

Blaine accepted the cracked phone back and shook his head. “Fucking idiots.”

“Who are they?” Jeff asked, skating up behind him. “They look familiar… we can take care of it if you want –”

Nick glared at the both of them. “Stop being stupid.”

“Don't worry about it,” Blaine pocketed his phone. “I'm going to stop at the beach house for Diesel. Can I meet you two somewhere?”

Nick wasn't stupid. “We'll go with you. I'm just going to have something overnighted for Mikey's birthday gift I guess.”

Blaine licked his lips and walked towards the beach. He missed his bike. After school, the two love birds Blaine was with decided to give Kurt and Dani the Hummer to go pick up Mikey while the three of them walked along Main Street doing some shopping. Walking… ew.

“What's up tonight? Coming over to watch the preseason game?”

Nick looked at Jeff. “Actually, in a couple hours we're going to go get ready for tonight with my family.”

Blaine's confusion was evident on his countenance before he caught up. “Oh yeah! Dinner with your ‘rents and the twins. Jeff's going too?”

Jeff smiled. “Apparently.”

Blaine nodded and smiled back.

“I'm going to tell them and what not and you know, wanted him there,” Nick told him.

“Well congrats,” Blaine crossed the street, looking at the cops go by and getting chills. “And good luck with everything. You know they love Jeffrey so I doubt there'll be a problem.”

“You don't understand,” Nick smiled as he took Jeff's hand. “You never did really.”

Blaine looked at him. “What're you talking about?”

They approached the far end of the boardwalk and Jeff listened closely as Nick began. “It isn't easy with my family.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I know my family, Blaine. My dad isn't the man your father was. Or hell, the man Burt is. My mom, I honestly don't know how she will react but it isn't just the thing with Jeff I'm telling her about, it's Brooklyn too. I'm like really anxious about all of this.”

Blaine didn't say anything at first. He let everything he heard settle in. It was very often that he had Nick giving him advice about things he was going through, and now he wanted to be there for his friend as well. He looked at Jeff who had Nick's hand in one of his and his skateboard in the other. “Have you told your folks yet?”

Jeff smiled and looked down at the ground as they walked. “You know they actually walked in on Nick and me once. When we were 15 maybe… he was a bit wasted but I remember it well. We were only kissing, and my dad opened the door because apparently my music was too loud for me to hear my grandmother calling me. He looked at us and then apologized and left. I'm pretty sure he told my mom because she started acting very weird.”

Blaine listened.

“Then there came Vickie, and they loved her and all. They never brought up what happened with Nick and I and I never made them. But a couple weeks ago I told them he was my boyfriend.”

“And what happened?” Blaine asked curiously.

“Nothing really. It was a ‘oh' type of reaction. They didn't seem shocked but at the same time, they did seem like they weren't expecting me to say it. My dad did ask what happened with Victoria and I told him the gist of it. Leo was like the only person who said ‘that's awesome'. He loves Nick.”

Nick smiled at that as they walked onto the sand. Blaine brushed his curls back.

“I didn't even know Leo was still alive. Haven't seen him all summer.”

“He stays in his room on Tumblr. Comes out when he hears ‘dinner is ready' or something of the sort.”

Blaine laughed as Nick shook his head and replied. “Well he's like 15 now, right? He lives on the beach. Tell him there are girls here.”

Jeff shrugged.

“Well I'm going to bring Diesel out.”

“Bring your basketball too,” Nick said. “Let's go to the park.”

Jeff rolled his neck. “And Gatorade.”

“And take our book bags!”

Blaine rolled his eyes and kept walking.

….

“Then they make you count to 100 and after that, you say the ABCs again, and we go over the day and the weather and you know, same ‘ol same ‘ol,” Mikey explained to Dani as Kurt made him a peanut butter and banana sandwich. “Sometimes I daydream a lot.”

Dani laughed. “You and me both. But boy, what would I do to have your class instead of taking Chemistry. It's a snore.”

Mikey smiled at her as he put his pencil down. “What would you do?”

“Well,” she put her pen down and thought. “I'd eat Brussels sprouts. And I despise Brussels sprouts.”

“Brussels sprouts are delicious,” Kurt said as he tossed the knife into the sink. Mikey made a face.

“I may be in love with him but he's crazy.”

Dani laughed aloud, looking up at her friend as he came out of the kitchen with the sandwich on a paper plate and proceeded to tickle the kindergartener. Mikey went crazy, cackling and twitching in his seat. He sunk down to the floor and Kurt laughed at him.

“Go wash your hands while I check your homework. I'm gonna kiss you on the cheek if it's all right!”

Mikey tried to wink before he walked away and Dani giggled at the little heartthrob.

“Ok. He's freaking adorable. I'm sure Don and Pam are sweethearts but I'm literally going to steal him.”

Kurt sat down next to her and smiled. “You'll have to fight me for him first.” He went over the homework and cheered internally when he saw Mikey wrote the number 5 in the correct direction this time. They were always backwards. “If he were a decade older, Blaine would have some serious competition.”

Dani smiled. “He invited me to his birthday party, but there's a catch.”

Kurt lifted an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yes. I have to be his date because he wants to make someone in his class jealous. Wouldn't tell me her name though. I'm not sure if I should believe him,” she laughed when Kurt did. “But I'm coming anyway.”

“I fully believe there'll be more of us there than kids and someone is gonna end up bringing liquor and I'm thoroughly convinced once the 5 year olds go home –”

“It'll be turnt?”

“Yes,” Kurt laughed.

Mikey came back, running into the room. His red and blue tie was still on even though he ditched the white button up to wear the BMX shirt he had beneath it. “Do I get a kiss?”

Kurt pulled him up into the seat and gave him a big wet one on the cheek. “Great work. Make sure mommy signs it tonight ok?”

Mikey blushed and nodded, reaching for his sandwich.

“Ok,” Kurt turned to his friend. “Now, to work on our conclusion.”

“La conclusion,” she put on her best French accent after picking her pen back up. “Mort na pas diminué linfluence de Jules César sur les questions ou sa présence dans lesprit de ceux qui laimaient.”

Kurt smiled, grabbing his laptop. “Très bien…” his phone began to ring and he heard the ringtone that Blaine set for himself go off – JLo's I Luh Yah Papi – and said ‘excuse me' as he answered.

“Hey babe.”

“What's up?”

“Dani and I are finishing up our French paper and Mikey's eating,” Kurt typed a few word on the laptop. “He'll probably watch a little TV after. Where are you?”

“Why? You wanna come through?”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I'm doing something.”

The line went dead and Kurt stared at his iPhone. “I know he didn't just hang up on me.”

Dani smiled as she finished writing. “I'm sure it wasn't on purpose, babe.”

The door opened and in ran Diesel, barking and heading straight for Mikey and the boy's sandwich. Kurt smiled at the dog though Dani seemed a bit startled.

“It's ok. He wouldn't harm a fly.”

Mikey laughed, holding his sandwich away from the puppy. “Down boy,” he said.

Blaine stepped in and closed the door behind him; Lakers jersey on and basketball tucked under his arm as a sheen coat of sweat glistened on his skin. Kurt's first instinct was to lick his lips but then he realized Blaine was sweaty.

“Don't come over here before you shower. And I know you didn't hang up on me.”

Blaine smirked, dropping the basketball and walking over to the dining room. “I know what it does to you when I hang up on you.”

Dani rolled her eyes. “Is that my cue to go or?”

“Yes,” Blaine laughed, kissing Kurt's cheek until he was pushed away.

“No,” Kurt smiled, wiping his now sweat-damp hand on Blaine's shorts. “We're going to finish this so we have Friday and the weekend to enjoy. Now you go upstairs and shower, stinky.”

Blaine finished kissing Mikey a million times in the hair before tossing his backpack onto the sofa. “Fine. I'll be back in 10.”

Kurt smiled as Diesel bothered Dani. “We better finish this before he comes back down here or we'll never get it done.”

….

After Kurt and Dani finished their paper, the girl stayed over for takeout and half of Mikey and Blaine badly singing the soundtrack of Disney's Frozen. She left a bit before Mikey was picked up by Pam, and once Kurt and Blaine were alone (not counting Diesel) the two were making out on the couch in no time. Blaine kept mumbling about having to stop and do homework before Burt got home and kicked him out but Kurt wasn't on the same page.

So Blaine saved it for later. He had his thigh in between Kurt's legs as he moved up and down, his tongue in Kurt's mouth and the boy's hands on his ass. Every time Kurt would moan, he'd smile into the kiss and grind slower.

When his phone rang, he damn near broke it for real this time. Kurt smiled and pulled back, reaching for it in his boyfriend's pocket.

“It broke today by the way,” Blaine said as Kurt stared at the cracked screen.

“Wow, I see. It's David though.”

Blaine took the phone and answered.

“Can I call you back?”

David finished chewing. “Gettin' busy?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said grinding down again.

“Sure bro. Don't forget.”

Blaine hummed an ok as he went back to kissing Kurt and hung up the phone. His boyfriend thrust up and gasped.

“Let's watch boys do things to each other before we do things to each other.”

Blaine smiled at the suggestion and licked his lips. “Alright then,” he got up and carried his things upstairs, Kurt fixing his clothes before following. Blaine opened the bedroom door and Kurt took his hand, walking inside. As he turned on the TV, he looked back at Blaine pulling off Kurt's t-shirt he was wearing.

“What happened to your phone anyway, sweetie?”

Blaine sucked his teeth at the memory. “This fucking idiot bumped into me. Some asshole from my old school,” he lay down on the bed and watched Kurt starting the movie up. “It's nothing to worry about though. CJ's ex works for Apple and she'll fix it for free. She loved me.”

Kurt smiled as he put the video on, pressing play. “Who couldn't love you?”

Blaine nodded. “True.”

Kurt went to close his door before removing his shirt as well. He climbed into the bed next to Blaine and got on top of the sheets, staring at the television screen.

Blaine watched for a few minutes, totally getting into it. Never did he think he'd be into gay porn of all porn, but it was pretty freaking hot.  There were two guys on screen and then a third one entered and his eyebrows shot up.

“Woah. I'd never have a threesome but this isn't half bad.”

No answer.

Blaine looked over and pouted as Kurt snored softly. Just as he was getting turned on. Fucking great.

Kurt – 10. Blaine – 1.

….

Jeff's palms were sweating and while he wasn't exactly the nervous type, he was pretty nervous tonight. Nick's little sisters who adored Jeff were sitting to the right of him, telling their father how the third grade was going so far. Their mother smiled and listened closely, and Nick was an interesting shade of pale that pretty much told Jeff his boyfriend was just as nervous as he was if not more so.

There was no way anyone could be more nervous than he was right now, Jeff thought.

He fixed his tie and looked down at the menu again. It wasn't too often that it took the blonde more than 2 minutes to choose something to eat but tonight he just wasn't on his game.

“You both look very handsome tonight,” Mrs. Duval said, smiling between Nick and Jeff. “And thank you for joining us, Jeffrey. I haven't seen you around the house since school started. How's senior year? How's Victoria?”

Jeff cleared his throat and reached for his water. “I – She and I aren't together anymore,” he took a sip as Nick went paler. “But we're still pretty close friends.”

“Oh?” Mrs. Duval frowned a bit. “I'm sorry to hear that, but at least you're still amicable, yes? I don't know if it's the same with Nicholas and Naomi. He barely talks about her anymore.”

Nick licked his lips, about to say something when his dad spoke.

“It's been a while since I saw any of you kids. I guess I've gotta get to a competition soon, huh?”

Jeff smiled, looking up as their waiter approached.

“Are you guys ready or can I start you off with some drinks?”

“We're good to go,” Nick's dad, Nathan said. He ordered for the twins and for himself, and then Nick's mom, Piper went. Nick spoke next, deciding on an appetizer and a Cuban sandwich with fries, and Jeff cleared his throat before ordering some pasta. The table laughed when he asked for an alcoholic beverage, even though he was serious, and Nick glared at him.

“I'll take a Coke then.”

The waiter grabbed the menus and was off, and then Nick's dad was speaking again.

“So what's up for college boys? USC? UCLA? NorCal?”

Nick shook his head at Nathan's question. “Actually, we're both looking into school out east. Preferably NYC.”

Nick's mom laughed. “What? Why is this the first I'm hearing of it?”

Nick shrugged and looked at Jeff.

“To be fair, the best art schools at least in our opinion are in NY. Not that there aren't decent programs here but –”

“We're going to miss you,” Allison, one of the twins said. “Can we have his room?”

Her sister Anna laughed.

Nathan shook his head. “I don't know if I can agree to that. I just got you all back into my life and now you're trying to move across the country?”

Nick smiled sarcastically and Jeff knew it was coming. “Well that isn't exactly my fault now is it? I don't remember telling you to abandon your family.”

“Nicholas –”

“Nick…” Jeff repeated after Piper. “Calm it down a little…”

Nathan looked around the restaurant. “Regardless of that, I think you should apply to schools here in California. I'm sure your mother agrees.”

Piper nodded. “I definitely do. If you want to dorm which I know you do, you can stay on the west coast. There's nothing for you in New York but burglaries and drunken hobos on the sidewalk.”

“And my daughter,” Nick said without thinking. “Brooklyn. She's in New York too.”

The table went quiet after his little sisters gasped. Jeff felt suffocated. Literally. He pulled at his tie a bit as the room suddenly got hotter.

“Your what?” Piper asked. Her face changed completely and Jeff wasn't sure he'd ever seen her like that. “You're joking but it isn't funny.”

Nick shook his head no. “I'm actually not joking. I found out that I have a daughter and Blaine met her during one of his business trips. Her name is Brooklyn and she lives in the city, and when I get there I'm going to make every effort to be in her life.”

Jeff licked his lips and looked up as the waiter started to put drinks onto the table. Though he smiled, he must've sensed the tension in the air and quickly walked off. Jeff quickly downed his Coke and the table watched him before resuming.

“How long have you known this?” Nathan asked.

“We're aunties!” Anna said, smiling at Jeff and then her mother. “And you're a grandma!”

Piper grimaced at the word.

“When do we get to meet her? Can we go to New York?” Allison asked.

“How do you even know this is your child?” Nathan continued. “When did you have time to fly across the country and impregnate someone? Is there a DNA test somewhere?”

Nick  sighed. “She used to live here in Long Beach.”

“Nathan please lower your voice.”

“Amazing,” Nathan shook his head. “Do you see why you need me in your life son?”

Nick laughed. “So you can show me how not to father my child? I'll be fine.”

“Nick –”

“And Jeff here… we've been screwing.”

The restaurant went quiet this time. Jeff closed his eyes. This was exactly what he was afraid would happen.

“Well more than that, he's my boyfriend. We like each other and have for a while now, and he's okay with me having Brooklyn,” Nick looked at his parents. “I'm not asking for your approval because he and I are going to NYC whether or not you think we should. I'm simply telling you this because I'm tired of keeping him hidden. He deserves more respect than he's been given –”

Nathan looked at Piper. “This is why I told you I had doubts about him hanging around Blaine and that gay boy of his.”

Jeff clenched the fork he was holding. “Do not talk about Kurt and Blaine like that.”

“Let's just get out of here,” Nick stood up, pulling off his tie and walking away from the table. Jeff stared at Nick's dad a little longer before saying goodbye to the twins and following him.

When Nathan looked around the restaurant, people pretended to not have seen everything that went on and resumed with their conversations, mumbling things. Piper took a deep breath and looked at her daughters.

….

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Knock. Knock.

Bang.

Blaine groaned and moved his face further into the pillow. He threw his arm over Kurt and mumbled. “Not right now. I'm tired.”

Burt Hummel rolled his eyes and flicked the light switch. Kurt started complaining, mumbling ‘turn it off', but, still nothing.

Burt walked over to the queen sized bed, kicking it a couple times. He watched Blaine roll over now – the boy's Kurt tattoo on full display and his sweat pants not high enough to hide his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Boxers. “Not right now. Jerk off or something.”

Burt's eyes went wide and then he grimaced. “Blaine!”

Kurt jumped up at his father's voice and fell off of the bed. On the floor, he groaned, crawling over to dresser for a t-shirt. “Christ! You scared me dad.”

Burt ignored him and grabbed Blaine by the ankle, yanking him forward. “Anderson! It's almost 11pm. Go home.”

Blaine slowly started to wake up and then realized Burt was staring at him. The words said registered and he yawned, sitting up. “Go home. M'kay. Sorry.”

Kurt stood up and his father looked at him. He shook his head at the hip piercings as Kurt struggled to get into a t-shirt he sleepily put on backwards. “Is your homework done?”

Kurt nodded, rubbing his eyes and pulling at the hem of the shirt. “Yes.”

Blaine stood up and went over to his basketball jersey. He didn't bother putting it on, just sleep-walking over to his sneakers.

“Your dog ate one of my pillows. There are feathers all over my room.”

Kurt went back over to his bed and lay down. Wasn't his problem.

Blaine stared at the man. “You bought him for me.”

“Next time he's over here, watch him Blaine,” Burt walked out of the room. “And go home.”

Blaine nodded. “Alright. I love you.”

“Brat,” Burt went down the hall and Blaine smiled, tiredly dragging a hand over his face. He traipsed in his sneakers over to Kurt and kissed him on the forehead. “Goodnight baby. I'm going to ATV it to school tomorrow if you're down.”

Kurt smiled and nodded. “You're so obnoxious. Love you.”

Blaine kissed his cheek. “Love you. Later.”

Kurt closed his eyes and after his boyfriend turned the light off, he was easily drifting back to sleep.

Blaine whistled for Diesel and grabbed his keys, locking up after he left the Hummel residence. “I'm going to try and get Unc to drive us home. I don't plan on walking buddy.”

Diesel barked and walked beside him, going next door.

For some reason, Mikey was still awake when Blaine went inside. He was shirtless like his cousin was and standing on the coffee table, watching Boomerang and eating a Yoplait cup. Blaine raised an eyebrow at him and closed the door after Diesel walked in. “Shouldn't you be in bed?”

“Blainey!”

“Shouldn't you be in bed?” Don asked, coming out of the kitchen. He smiled, bending down to say hello to the Boxer dog.

“Yes and if you give me a ride home I'd be appreciative.” Blaine grinned, walking over to his cousin and picking him up. After doing a crazy wrestling move, he slammed him down on the sofa and Mikey laughed. “I was sleeping at Kurt's and Burt got in.”

Don nodded. “I forgot tonight was his late night. Well I'll get dressed. Mikey can come with. Car rides tend to tire him out.” Don walked towards the stairs as Blaine sat on the couch next to his cousin and looked at the Droopy episode playing.

“I took a nap after mommy brought me home and now I can't sleep.”

Blaine nodded. “That's how it works. I'll tell you everything I learned in math class today and it'll put you right to bed.”

Mikey laughed. “Sounds boring.”

“Uh huh.”

“I invited Danielle to my birthday party. She's going to be my date.”

Blaine smirked, shaking his head. “Dani has been bragging about it on Facebook. I know. Congrats, she's a cutie.”

“Yeah,” Mikey started to pull his shirt on. “But it's only because I invited my friend who is bringing a date. Even though my friend likes me. I think they're trying to make me jealous so I'm doing it too.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “You're still four. What the heck do you know about being jealous?”

Mikey slid into his slippers. “I know lots o'stuff.”

“Ok,” Blaine laughed and picked Diesel up, scratching the dog playfully. “So what's her name?”

Mikey looked at him. “Who's name?”

Blaine gave him an obvious look. “The girl?”

“Oh,” Mikey shook his head no. “He's not a girl. His name is Neil.”

Blaine stared for a while wondering if his cousin was being serious, but just then Uncle Don came down stairs fully dressed and ready to go.

“C'mon boys.”

Mikey took off running and jumped into his father's arms as Blaine stood up, still thinking about this Neil and if Mikey was for real. But why would he joke about it? And why wouldn't he like a boy after everything with Kurt. But he was 5 years old… but then Blaine had just turned 7 when he fell in love with Kurt so who's to say it wasn't possible? And this probably wasn't love but it was a crush and that was something.

What happened to Lynne?

“You listening to me?”

Blaine looked up at his uncle after getting Mikey strapped into his car seat. “I'm sorry, I totally missed it…”

Don strapped in. “I was saying that I'm going to sign you up for the tournament in November.”

Blaine got in the passenger side and shook his head no. “I gotta focus on school and crap.”

Don smiled and pulled out of the driveway. “True, but you do have obligations as a professional, Blaine. Your sponsors need you to make them money. I'm sure you can handle both, you're doing a good job.”

Blaine scoffed. “I'm doing a great job because I have so many people on my back to do a great job. We're not discussing what'd happen if I had to carry the weight of school and practicing for competitions.”

Don nodded. “Well I'll see what I can do, but this is important and you know that.”

Blaine nodded.

Mikey closed his eyes in the back seat as Diesel stuck his head out the window.

“So what was that whole incident outside the stores today?”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Something I don't want you to worry about. I'm a big boy.”

“Yeah,” Don turned the corner, driving along the boardwalk. The cops drove by and Blaine remembered the night before, smiling to himself. “Just do not forget that there are more people that want to see you fall than there are that want to see you do well. Don't let them knock you down.”

Blaine was quiet.

“It's a lot harder to stand back up than it is to fall down.”

“You're right unc,” Blaine stared out the window. “You're right.”

….

Friday night had come and the boys found themselves on the beach. Kurt had a very long day that included his Dance examination (which he passed with flying colors, thank goodness) and starting that stupid group project with good ol' John – which was basically like working with himself, only by himself Kurt could accomplish more with a lot less attitude. But now it was the weekend ad he could just chillax.

He watched Blaine surf on a wave as the sun got lower in the sky, and Jeff was asleep on the towel beside him. Kurt looked down at the blonde and stole the book he was reading before he passed out, and opened the pages to start it himself. When he looked up, he saw José and Ian laughing with Shane and shook his head, hoping all the things that Liam went on about weren't true.

He knew it was risky laughing in Liam's face when the man came up to him after class and asked him to deliver on their deal. He also knew it was risky saying that he never agreed to any deal in the first place and that Liam came up with the lie about the nurse on his own, but he didn't care. He got an A on his Dance exam and he intended on continuing to flourish. And just like he told Blaine, if Liam wanted to be a creep, he could continue to do so without Kurt's help.

Blaine ran across the beach after getting out of the water. Nick took his Mickey Mouse surfboard and decided to use it next. It was when he ran over to Kurt, all dripping wet with his sexy body looking particularly sexable in the dark swim trunks he wore, Kurt remembered.

“You were totally supposed to skinny dip for me.”

Blaine smirked then burst out laughing at the memory and took a seat on the towel, getting both Kurt and Jeff wet. “That's not going to happen. Sorry.”

“It definitely will and it's happening tonight.” Kurt smiled and tossed the book aside. “You look really good by the way.”

Blaine licked his lips. “We didn't celebrate your A yet have we?”

Kurt shook his head no. “We can celebrate it with you skinny dipping.”

“Don't you remember Naomi saying there were sharks in that water?” Blaine said, horrified.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Oh, that's the dummy who made me drop my phone,” Blaine looked over and gestured to the direction.

Kurt squinted. “He's with Peter. Oh god.”

“The kid's name is Tommy. He and some other assholes have been going on and on about how because I go to Pace now I'm some loser. Apparently I'm not cool anymore.”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah. You're pretty much Finn, Puck, Mike, and that other kid when they joined Glee club. You've lost your cool card to them but as long as you're happy, who gives a damn what they think?”

Blaine nodded. “For sure. I didn't tell you –”

“Wait, they're not messing with you or anything, right?”

Blaine waved it off. “Petey… he doesn't really mess around with anyone in Legacy anymore but the guys he's with, I guess after winning the championship this year and getting sponsored, and then leaving JFK they think I'm claiming to be better than them.”

Kurt handed Blaine a towel to use and watched his boyfriend dry off. “No disrespect to them but I'm pretty sure you are better than them…”

Blaine smiled. “Anyway, my uncle said that there's this competition in November that he wants me to look into.”

Kurt made a face and shook his head no. “That's when the winter recital is. We need to focus on that. He gets that, right?”

Blaine nodded after a moment. “Yeah, that's what I was telling him.”

“GUESS WHO'S BACK! BACK AGAIN!”

Kurt smiled and looked up at the sound of the voice. “David!”

Justin popped out from behind him. “And meeeee!”

Blaine laughed at them and shot up, running after Kurt to jump on his friends.

“My OTP's hugging me,” David said, wrapping an arm around Kurt and Blaine and laughing as Justin got in on it. “I've missed all of you assholes.”

Jeff woke up and smiled when he saw the commotion. “Orgy hug, count me in,” he got up and ran over, tackling everyone to the ground. Kurt cursed him out but he ignored it. “We're going to have a sleepover at my place. I just got the Pretty Little Liars seasons box sets and tubs and tubs of popcorn.”

Blaine made heart eyes at the mention of popcorn. “I'm in.”

Nick ran over, soaking wet and jumped on top of the group.

“This is gonna be the best weekend ever!”