Chapter 3

Okay.

Kurt was really sore when he woke up.

He was sore, had a bit of a headache, was a little dizzy, and best of all remembered he didn't do his skin care routine the night before.

So Kurt came to the conclusion that not only did he feel like shit, but he probably looked like shit too.

Blaine was holding him a little too tightly when he opened his eyes. The alarm clock besides Blaine's bed read 7:13 AM. Of course that was incredibly early and on a Sunday after a wild party, and all Kurt wanted to do was sleep for maybe 12 more hours. But there was a hot guy next to him who he 'quote on quote' "belonged to" for the week. Said hot guy didnot need to see him like this.

Said hot guy was also really strong when he slept, Kurt thought. But Blaine was a football player so that probably made sense. Still, it would be nice to wake up and get out of bed without a struggle.

After two minutes that included the fifteen second break Kurt needed around the middle, the New Yorker finally worked his way out of the man's grasp around his waist, ignoring Blaine's grunt of dissatisfaction and slipping out of bed. He stood up way too fast and had to catch himself, all before waddling over to his things stark naked.

The bathroom on their floor reeked of throw up. Kurt about faced as soon as he entered the room, trying not to puke himself as he headed towards the first floor.

Downstairs was even worse. There were a lot more bodies lying around; some with not enough clothing on. There were beer bottles, and vodka bottles, and discarded red solo cups. Finn was draped over the couch with drool gathering outside his mouth; his lady friend "Topanga" was half on the floor, half on the coffee table. Kurt rolled his eyes and continued to walk through the mess, praying that this bathroom was a world better than the one on the second level.

It wasn't a world better, but it was tolerable. The water pressure was perfect and Kurt's shower was hot. He washed away the previous night and tried to ignore the dull pain in his ass; Blaine wasn't the biggest man but he made up for that in other areas. Boy, did he.

The shower was just what the doctor ordered, and Kurt found himself back in his and Blaine's room. The man was still fast asleep and his head was buried in the pillow Kurt used. He couldn't help but smile at his naked, rather perfect body lying atop the covers before he went to the mirror and began his morning routine. It'd have to do, and Kurt made a notenot to mess up like this again.

Fifteen minutes into the moisturizing, a grunt sounded from the other end of the room. Kurt ignored it, figuring his more than likely hung over friend had begun to wake up. Then, a more drawn out grunt was uttered, and then something that sounded more like a moan. Kurt glanced over to Blaine and tried not to laugh. His roommate was clearly having a naughty dream if the way his hips were moving was any indication. He grinded against the mattress slowly with a few sleepy whispers and Kurt smiled, smoothing the cream into his face before finally finishing.

"Blaine…"

Blaine gripped the pillow tighter and his eyebrows furrowed; legs spreading a little wider before he grinded again. Kurt rolled his eyes and stood up, walking over to the man's bed and playfully rubbing his round ass.

"Blaine... sweetie…"

"Mmm…" a smile crossed the man's face, though his movements did cease a bit. Kurt bit his lip, tapping Blaine roughly on the ass a couple times.

"Wake up."

Blaine's eyes slowly began to open and he frowned when he realized his dream wasn't at all real. And shit was he hard. "What—why'd you wake me up?"

Kurt smiled. "I didn't want you to have to change your sheets again."

The man dropped his head back onto the pillow and grimaced. "Ouch. Stupid hangover."

"Were you dreaming about me?" Kurt picked his book up off the dresser and went to sit back at his previous spot, flipping to the page he left off at. Blaine grunted once more as he rolled onto his back. Why was the room so bright? And more importantly why was Kurt up at this ungodly hour?

"I was dreaming about doing Ryan Gosling and you woke me up right as he started asking for it harder."

Kurt laughed, kicking back in the seat. "I'm the worst person."

Blaine smirked, dragging a hand over his face. "Why are you up? And dressed? What is it like 5 in the morning?"

Kurt smiled. "It's 8, Blaine."

"Still too early," he sat up and yawned. "I need an ibuprofen and more sleep. Come back to bed."

When Kurt shook his head no, Blaine frowned. "And why not, sexy?"

"I'm hungry. Take me out to breakfast."

Blaine rolled his eyes as he got out of the bed. He stood up and looked for shorts to throw on. "The only place I'm going is to the medicine cabinet and to the kitchen for a glass of water. Then you're going to get undressed and join me and we'll make out until we fall back asleep."

Kurt smirked at that as he stood up too, putting the book down on the dresser top. "Lay back down before you hurt yourself. I'll go get you some medicine and water and when I get back up here, you can take it, get in the shower, get dressed, and take me out to eat, friend."

Blaine had one leg in his shorts already but the idea that maybe he could lay back down sooner than later was rather appealing. Going outside wasn't on his agenda, not until tonight at least. Kurt approached him with that I know you'll do what I want smile and tilted his head to the side. "More time to fantasize about guys you'll never have…."

Blaine smirked. "If you think that's going to get you breakfast, you thought wrong."

Kurt shrugged with a playful grin, going to walk away. "I'll be back." his hand was grabbed by Blaine who pulled him back over.

"Give me a kiss."

"Brush your teeth and we've got a deal," Kurt said, tapping him on the nose and pulling away. "You should probably think of an outfit to put on that gorgeous body while I'm gone."

Blaine bit his lip into a smile that he just couldn't hide, crashing back onto the bed. This guy was something else, but he liked every ounce of him.

….

"So what are you doing tonight?" Blaine asked as he turned the corner in his platinum colored Audi R8.

Blaine drove a 2013 Audi R8. If that didn't scream 'I'm a loaded douche' Kurt didn't know what did.

The New Yorker was in the passenger seat, currently singing along to a 90's sex song rather passionately as he observed the fancy dash. He was dressed in a blue V-neck that should've been illegal with how it hugged his body and showed off his chest, and Blaine didn't even want to think about those painted on jeans while he was driving. They were snow white and tucked into Kurt's boots and fucking amazing.

"Can I take you somewhere?" he asked after Kurt still hadn't answered him.

"I made plans with my step-brother. Our itinerary for the week is pretty good."

Blaine popped the gum in his mouth as he took that statement from Kurt in. "So you are booked with him every night this week?"

Kurt nodded, glancing over to the man to the left of him. "I did come here to see him you know." Kurt smirked. "He told me he wanted to show me all that the lovely Florida has to offer and I made sure that it'd be possible to get to those places. A place a day was what I'd hoped," Kurt faced forward and took in all the sights, "but I wasn't expecting last night to be so crazy. He better not cancel on me."

Blaine hummed. That was true. Kurt didn't come there for him. He came there for his brother. Hell, he didn't even know him before 24 hours ago. "So what are tonight's plans with Finn?"

"Tonight is some stupid club where his friends are playing. Which I guess are your friends too by association. I told him that if they sucked I'd never forgive him, and if there were no hot guys I'd hit him for wasting my time." Kurt checked his hair in the mirror and Blaine smirked as he listened. "The rest of the week is stuff I actually consented to so it's fine by me."

Blaine nodded. "I think it's only fair if I get you some nights too."

Kurt laughed. "I don't think he'd understand that too much."

"Maybe," Blaine began, "but I'm only sharing but so much. And you know the deal, sexy," Kurt glanced over at him with a smile. "What am I going to say?" Blaine asked.

"You're going to say that if I flirt with someone, we're over, or some ridiculous threat that you don't mean anyway."

Blaine laughed as he stopped at a red light. "I'm serious. You can bunk in Finn's room."

"Okay," Kurt obviously didn't take him serious and Blaine bit his lip into a smile. "It's not like you'll be there to see me behaving badly anyway, Blaine."

His friend nodded and Kurt closed the mirror, looking outside once more. Blaine appeared to be getting on the freeway when he looked up. "So. What are you doing tonight anyway?"

Blaine blew a bubble with his gum as he merged. "I'm playing at this club tonight."

The words hit Kurt after a moment or two, and he smirked as he realized Blaine was the friend that Finn was taking him to see perform. It appeared he'd put his foot in his mouth again. Blaine smiled smugly at Kurt's face. "Looks like I'll be able to watch you not behave badly, huh?"

Kurt ignored him. His phone began to ring a few seconds later and Blaine turned the music down because of it. "Probably Finn if he's waking up."

Blaine shook his head no. "I doubt it. He drunk a lot, babe."

"Felix," Kurt said, reading the name off the screen. Blaine continued to drive, though he glanced over at Kurt quickly as the man pressed accept.

"Hello?"

"You didn't let me know you landed at all, Kurt. I was worried sick about you."

Kurt winced at the words. Fuck. "Shit, I'm sorry Felix. Things just got really hectic here when I arrived and time passed so fast. I'm really sorry."

Felix didn't answer right away and Kurt waited patiently for some form of a response. He felt bad. Sure, the man was his ex-boyfriend now, but they were still pretty close. "It's fine Kurt. As long as you're okay."

Kurt nodded. Blaine signaled at their exit as he listened. "I am. How's everything? I mean, how'd your audition go?"

"Pretty good."

Kurt nodded again. "Okay."

"I won't know anything until maybe Thursday or Friday so I'll keep you posted."

Blaine tapped at the steering wheel and Kurt watched him. The man looked pretty uninterested in what was going on around him, but it still seemed rude to be on the phone. "I appreciate it. I'm sure you'll get it."

Felix laughed lightly. "I'm sure you're just being nice but thanks."

"Not at all," Kurt licked his lips and looked out the window, "listen, I'm with my… b-brother right now so I'll call you when we get back, okay?"

Blaine quirked an eyebrow at the lie.

"That'd be fine," Felix said. "Enjoy yourself."

Kurt nodded. "Bye."

After he hung up, it was still rather quiet. Kurt waited for Blaine to say it because he knew he would, but it didn't come. At least not right away.

They pulled into the IHOP parking lot and undid their seatbelts. Both men got out—Kurt first, Blaine second, and they walked towards the entrance. After Kurt held the door open for his roomie, he got a polite thank you and followed him over to the hostess.

Their tables were in the corner of the restaurant looking out over the rest of the patrons. They were seated by a polite older man named Fred who said he'd be their server for the morning. Blaine smiled at him after the introduction and the man walked off to get their drinks.

Blaine watched to see whether or not Kurt would say anything. He waited, and of course, the young man only scanned through the menu, ignoring everything around him. Blaine wanted to ask though, even if he assumed Kurt would give him the 'we're not dating so stop asking me about my life' routine.

He decided to do it anyway.

"You lied about being with your brother. Either you're still dating this kid or he still thinks he's dating you." Blaine said, nodding to the waiter who placed their coffees down.

Kurt didn't answer because he was ready to order. "I'll have the spinach and mushroom omelet please."

Fred nodded with your typical friendly smile, make small talk that Kurt laughed forcibly at. He then looked to Blaine who handed his menu forward.

"I'll take the sirloin tips, hash browns, and two fried eggs. Thanks."

Fred was gone a moment later and Blaine licked his lips as he sat back, staring at the man across from him. "Tell me."

Kurt shrugged. "He loves me and I feel terrible. He believes we'll get back together because he's my first and I care about him a lot. I can't stand the thought of hurting him but he knows about the other guys and—"

"Do you love him too?"

Kurt smiled a bit. They caught eyes and he shrugged again. "I love Felix. I'm not in love with Felix. I'll probably never feel that way, sadly." Kurt looked down at his coffee, playing with the stirrer and thinking about the situation with his ex. They'd always be friends, at least he hoped, and he just wished that it was enough for Felix like it was for him.

Blaine scratched tiredly at his jaw, wondering what to say. He was never the best at this advice-giving shit, but he wanted to try for Kurt who seemingly needed it. "I think you shouldn't lead him on. If you're with another guy, say it. Maybe he'll realize it's time to move on."

Kurt looked out the window.

"Would you like it if some guy that you loved was fully moved on, screwing who he wanted to while lying about it to protect your feelings—feeling that ultimately don't really matter because he really doesn't love you?"

"Blaine," Kurt stopped playing with the leather bracelet he wore, "you're making me sound like a slut. I don't screw that many people."

The curly haired man rolled his eyes. Kurt was missing the point completely. "Would you like it?"

"I wouldn't like it." he told him.

Blaine stared at him. "I know. I'm not saying don't be friends at all, but if we're exclusive for the week I don't think I want him calling every five minutes."

Kurt smirked at that. "I don't remember agreeing to that."

His smirk was really sexy, Blaine thought. He licked his lips and reached across the table, grabbing Kurt's smooth hands. "So you think we're only going to fuck? I don't get dinner at some point this week?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I need to make sure last night wasn't a fluke. How am I supposed to know for sure you're that good in bed? Especially if I'm stuck with you all week."

"Stuck with me," Blaine repeated with a smile. He let Kurt's hand go and shrugged. "Fine."

His friend watched him. "Fine what?"

"Fine, whatever." he said. Kurt really questioned his maturity with that statement. "I'd hate to make you feel tied down over your vacation. You have your fun, don't worry about being stuck to me, and I'll have my fun."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're being a true grown up right now."

"I think I want red velvet cake for desert." Blaine spoke, totally neglecting the conversation at hand. "My coach would kill me if he knew, though."

"And if I do end up answering a call from my friend Felix, what happens?" Kurt asked. He ignored that desert comment because Blaine was only trying to change the conversation. "Are you not going to let me ride you in the hot tub?"

Blaine looked up with excitement at the question.

Kurt saw the glint in his eyes and ran with it. "I don't think that's fair. I have so many fantasies for what the two of us could get into and you're just going to cut me off because I talk to my ex?"

He knew exactly what he was doing. Kurt pouted his lower lip out and waited until Blaine's eyes were locked on it before biting on it in the cutest way possible. His hands played at the flesh exposed from his low V-neck and Blaine found himself staring there next. Kurt tried not to smile as he spoke in a baby voice now, "I just really wanted to ride you, Blaine."

Blaine sat up; his eyes now focused on bluish-green swirls across from him. Kurt continued to pout as he took a sip of his coffee and Blaine waited until he swallowed to respond. "You want to ride me, huh?"

Kurt nodded, averting his eyes around the restaurant. "But it's fine. I guess I'll have to miss out. What was it you said? You'll have your fun and I'll have mine?"

Blaine reached for his coffee too. He watched Kurt for a while and sipped the hot liquid while his temporary roommate found something on his phone to interest him. The two grew quiet and Kurt glanced up at him after a while, watching Blaine look around the room with the slightest hint of boredom on his face. His foot played with Blaine's under the table until the man looked up at him.

"Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Running Back."

Blaine shook his head no as he reached for his coffee cup. "I'm not thinking about anything."

Kurt smiled at him and Blaine slouched back, ignoring the man's foot sneaking up his shin and between his thighs. "Are you okay?"

Blaine nodded, looking away. Kurt's foot caressed his inner thigh and Blaine had to bite his lip. "Stop it."

Kurt smiled as he listened. "So what kind of show am I in for tonight?"

Blaine noticed Fred running around through his peripheral as the man dealt with horrid customers; one man and his wife demanding something be taken back for whatever reason. "I play lead guitar in a band and lead some vocals. We're an Indie Rock band and pretty popular on campus."

Kurt scoffed. "You're a star football player. Of course you are."

"That's not why people like our music though." Blaine shrugged. "I think we're actually good."

Fred headed back to the table of the evil customers with a faint smile on his face, placing new plates down and trying to reason with the irate man. Kurt looked over from the scene and back to Blaine who was typing out a message on his phone. "Tell me about your band mates. Do you see yourself going on world tours with them years from now?"

Blaine shook his head no. "As much as I love music and the guys, I don't want to be part of a band. I'd rather pursue a career in the NFL. I know our friends would sell out for money in a heartbeat and turn their backs on us if they needed to—us is Finn and I. He's the drummer."

Kurt looked shocked by that and Blaine smiled. "He wanted to surprise you and I guess I just ruined that."

Kurt smiled, nodding lightly. "The cat's out the bag."

Blaine shrugged. "I would've ended up telling you anyway. But back to the topic, it isn't about the music for the other guys like it is for me and Finn."

Kurt looked at him and nodded after a minute. "I know what you mean."

"We'll introduce you to the guys later. And then we can get a few drinks and relax I guess. Our set won't be that long." Fred came over with the food; a stack of pancakes for each and Blaine's steak and eggs, as well as Kurt's omelet. He asked them if they'd need anything else and Blaine and both Kurt said they were fine with polite smiles. Fred nodded, going off to tend to the other customers, and bumping into a coworker of his as he went. Blaine smiled and silently hoped the man could get a breather.

"Well I can't wait for tonight. It sounds like it should be a bit more fun that I originally anticipated."

Blaine smiled before taking a bit of his steak. "I hope you enjoy it."

"So what's up after this? Do you have to help the guys clean up? Are we heading back?" Kurt questioned sincerely. He poured a bit of strawberry syrup onto his pancakes and sucked the remaining bit off his finger. Blaine smiled as he watched with less than holy thoughts on his mind, making Kurt roll his eyes as he turned to his food. "Stop being a huge pervert and answer me."

Blaine shoveled some food into his mouth before sitting back and observing Kurt. He thought it was the cutest/sexiest thing when Kurt would peak up at him through his eyelashes. "I have no intention of cleaning anything up. You and I were upstairs for a majority of the party so I think we're exempt."

Kurt smiled at that logic, swallowing and then returning his foot to where Blaine's sat under the table. "You're a terrible friend. Aren't you apart of that fraternity? You're all supposed to be brothers and clean up together."

Blaine seemed uninterested in that opinion and continued to eat. "We can do whatever you're up to after this. If you want to go back that's cool or we can chill out somewhere."

Kurt nodded. "Where is somewhere that we can chill out, exactly? I'm kind of a tourist."

Blaine reached for the pitcher of orange juice that Fred had brought over earlier and poured both of them a glass. He swallowed his food and smiled at Kurt's foot moving between his legs again. "A few things I guess. Arcade, movies, I can take you by the lake and we can enjoy the scenery. Talk about boys and maybe toss around the pigskin."

Kurt laughed as he tasted his omelet, giving a satisfactory nod. "Minus the talking about boys, it sounds like you want to take me on a date."

Blaine looked at Kurt's soft features; the curve of his lips as he smiled and the soft blush on his cheeks at the thought of it all, he guessed. He shrugged at the words though, eating some more as he thought of how to reply. "We're just friends on Spring Break enjoying each other's company. You said if it was meant to be you'd see me again, right? I'm just trying to make the most of us seeing each other again."

Kurt smiled and nodded along to whatever cheesy 70s song was playing in the restaurant. He glanced up to Blaine with a smirk in his eyes and almost melted at the look of adoration Blaine was giving him in return. It was very visible contrast to the one he'd seen the day before when they'd first met and Blaine looked like he wanted to eat him. This was something… more. "I guess I can understand that."

Blaine looked back down at his plate with a smile on his face. "I hope so. So what's it going to be? Where are we off to?"

Kurt answered pretty quickly. "I think the lake sounds good. I've always been a hopeless romantic and since you're my 5 day boyfriend, I think we should indulge in a little romance."

Blaine sat back with a light laugh and looked at him. "Now you want to be exclusive, Mr. Hummel?"

Kurt shrugged teasingly, allowing Blaine's foot to rest on top of his boots no matter how much the thought turned him off. "You're kind of cute. You have a great ass, a rather beautiful cock, and you're a closeted theater nerd. Your body is fan-fucking-tastic and you're the lead guitarist of a band. And even though you smother the hell out of your poor innocent hair, I think you're a good person… somewhere deep inside," Blaine smirked, "so maybe dating you for a week won't be that bad. I might enjoy it."

It was funny to Blaine that Kurt thought all of this about him, but constantly tried to pretend like he wasn't hot. Blaine was willing to bet he was better looking and better in bed than Felix and whatever guy Kurt found himself mingling with in New York. His ass was pretty nice if he could say so himself, and his cock was amazing as well. Great even. How did he know about the theater stuff though?

"Oh right. My posters."

Kurt swallowed his orange juice with a smile, raising his eyebrow in confusion. "What are you going on about?"

When he realized he said the thought aloud, Blaine shook his head with a small smile and went back to eating his food. They dined quietly for the next few minutes; their feet twining underneath the table, and thoughts running rampant in their minds. Eventually, Kurt spoke up with what was in his head a sincere question.

"What are your wildest sexual fantasies?"

Blaine immediately began to choke on the hash browns in his mouth and Kurt's eyes went wide, getting up to help him. Blaine tapped his chest with his fist a few times before he was okay, waving off Kurt who was by his side rubbing his back gingerly.

"I-I'm fine," he said with watery eyes. Kurt watched the man grab a few napkins and wipe his mouth as Fred came over to check on him. "I'm fine, t-thanks."

Kurt sat next to him on the bench seat and continued to stroke his back. "Are you sure? Drink something."

Blaine nodded and reached for his glass of OJ. "I'm okay. That just," he sipped, and then took a longer gulp before returning the glass back to where it was. "I was caught off guard by your question."

Kurt smirked. "I don't understand how you went from virtual porn star last night to blushing virgin just now."

Blaine laughed but it turned into him clearing his throat a few more times. "I um, it was quiet and I just was not expecting that tobe conversation."

Kurt nodded, wearing an adorable little smirk before standing again. He walked back to his side and took a seat, resting elbows on the table top and placing his chin on top of his folded hands.

"I asked for a reason, though."

Blaine took a deep breath as he straightened out his polo, rubbing a tanned hand over his chest. "Can I ask the reason?"

Kurt shrugged. "I don't see why not, but I'm not answering until you've told me at least two of your fantasies." He resumed eating now, chewing carefully and watching Blaine's face as he waited.

Blaine smiled now; his usual charming demeanor back full-fledged. He took a sip of coffee this time and slouched down in the seat. "Let's see. I've always wanted to do it… in the car. But I never have."

Kurt nodded, mimicking Blaine and taking a bite of his pancakes. They both kept straight faces like they were talking about something natural like grocery shopping, though this conversation was a bit… more than that.

"What else?"

Blaine swallowed a huge bite and looked at Kurt's lips. "I um," he bit his own lip and smiled, "want to be woken up by someone who's giving me head. Or is giving me any type of oral sex. This conversation is going to get me hard isn't it?"

Kurt sat back now and smiled, staring at a flustered Blaine who shrugged a little. "I've never admitted this shit aloud to anyone."

His friend rolled his eyes. "Not even a past boyfriend, Blaine?"

"I haven't had a boyfriend since high school." he explained. "All we did was kiss so no."

Kurt's eyes went wide. "What? Really?"

Blaine smirked at the shocked face. "Well except for you since we're boyfriends until Friday. But no. Just you and Carl."

"I find that impossible. You're… you."

Blaine laughed. "Gorgeous? Athletic? Smart? I know."

Kurt scoffed. "You're flattering yourself."

Blaine smiled. "I just haven't found him yet, you know? Someone that'd make me settle down."

"Beside me," Kurt teased with a wink. "You know. Since you're so eager to date me this week and all. I must be special."

Blaine shoveled more food into his mouth and took a swig of his juice. "Now you're flattering yourself."

"But I'm right," Kurt told him. "And I can't say that I blame you. I tend to make guys want to settle down and give me a few kids. It's normal."

"So I need to put a ring on it is what you're saying?" Blaine asked after swallowing a bite of his pancakes. Kurt laughed so hard a little snort emanated and the Florida junior rolled his eyes playfully. "What's so funny?"

Kurt settled down a bit and reached for his now warm coffee. "Nothing. You're just very cute."

Blaine rolled his eyes again. "Whatever. So are you going to tell me the purpose of this fantasy thing or…?"

"Sure," Kurt cleared his throat and began, as if he was about to give a speech in front of class. "I thought that since we're about to spend the week together probably hanging out with Finn or not, whatever you have planned… I won't interrupt that," Kurt stopped and tried to remember where he was going with all of this, "anyway, since we're supposedly exclusive—"

"Definitely exclusive." Blaine interrupted with a polite reminder.

Kurt smiled. "Yes. Well, I thought that maybe we can take advantage of our time as boyfriends this week. It's Spring Break so why not enjoy that?"

Blaine hummed as they caught eyes. "I'm listening."

"Okay," Kurt took a quick breath. "I was thinking that we'd share our fantasies and try to do one a day. If we're both comfortable with it."

Blaine's right eyebrow shot up in a way that said he wanted to hear more. Kurt finished chewing his omelet and smiled. "Wouldn't that be awesome? Living out your fantasies before having to go back to actual life and classes and… ugh."

"I love that idea but you're going to be with Finn too much to help me get all of mine out…"

Kurt smirked. "We'll prioritize."

Blaine nodded. "Tell me what's number one on your list."

The man placed his fork down on the plate and hummed in thought. "Number one… let's see. How do you feel about roleplaying?"

Blaine licked his lips involuntarily and nodded, though that probably wasn't the best way to answer. Kurt understood though, thankfully.

"I think I want to play dress-up. Well I know I want to play," he smirked, going back to his food as Blaine waited patiently. He watched Kurt slowly lift a bite of pancakes to his mouth and wrap his lips around the fork, closing his eyes in satisfaction at the taste. This wasn't helping.

"Go on, please."

Kurt giggled a bit and sat back. "Okay, okay. I don't know what specifically—teacher/student, doctor/patient, cop/robber… but I know I want it all. The dress-up and the dialogue and the kinkiness of it all—"

"We need to create a list for our fantasies and make sure we do the top choices."

Kurt nodded, though he glared at Blaine for interrupting him. "That sounds like a plan, sweet pea. But if you want us to work you don't cut me off."

Blaine nodded and apologized. "Right. I just – hold on."

This time Blaine's phone rang and he reached for it, rolling his eyes at the name on the screen. He placed the phone back on the table and shook his head no at Kurt's questioning look. "Where were we?"

Kurt took a drink from his coffee before placing it back down with a smile. "We were talking about roleplaying. And I didn't get to tell you what else I wanted to do."

Blaine's eyes had seemed to darken after hearing Kurt's words. His phone finally stopped and he nodded, looking at the man across the table and encouraging him to go on.

"It may not work at the frat house…" Kurt smiled a little and sucked another bit of syrup off his thumb before pushing the plate away. "I uh… don't think… well unless we can get rid of everyone it'll work."

Blaine finished his last bite of food and pushed his plate away as well. Something told him this was going to be the best week of his life. Watching as Kurt sucked the syrup off his thumb; he swallowed hard and nodded at what was being said. Blaine sat back in the plush bench seat and looked at the man across from him who gave him the shyest, most adorable lie of an innocent look and couldn't help bite his lip.

"What if I got us a hotel room?"

Kurt hummed in thought. "Much too small. I wouldn't want you wasting your money anyway, B."

One of Blaine's eyebrows twitched just a little as he thought about what it could be that Kurt wanted. Kurt only continued to drink, seeming like he was thinking himself but getting nowhere too.

"What about a hotel suite? A nice one…" Blaine watched Kurt's face for a reaction. "With a few rooms, and –"

His phone rang again and he sucked his teeth, looking down at the screen and rolling his eyes. Kurt smirked at his reaction, having the slightest hint of who it might be.

"You may as well take it. Tell James I said hello."

Blaine shook his head but picked the phone up.

"Hey, James."

"Blaine? Oh thank goodness," he sounded relieved to say the least. Blaine looked over at Kurt who went back to his coffee, glancing at Blaine every other moment. "Listen, I need a huge, huge favor."

"Don't tell me you missed your flight."

"No," he laughed a little, "but I might if you can't get over here. My car refuses to start and I tried calling a few taxi services. There's like an hour wait for all of them. Please tell me you're close by."

I am but I'm kind of in the middle of something. Blaine sighed, looking at Kurt who smiled teasingly and winked. Blaine ignored him and went back to the conversation. "Give me twenty minutes, James."

"Thank you so fucking much. I'll make it up to you, Blaine. I swear." With that, he hung up.

Blaine did too before he scratched at his smooth, freshly shaven face and looked away from Kurt's curious one. He saw Fred and waved him over, requesting the check. Fred nodded and motioned that he'd be just a minute.

"So is our romantic lake date cancelled?" the man asked with the sexiest pout Blaine had ever laid eyes on. If it wasn't for the table between them, he'd kiss right off of his smug face. Blaine nodded though, pretending not to be affected. "Of course we are. I just need to take my friend to the airport. His car broke down."

"And you and James are just friends?"

"Yes. Just like you and Felix."

Kurt smirked at the comeback. "I don't still fuck Felix, sweetie."

"Not unless you're wasted," Blaine reminded him, "And I haven't been fucking James, either."

"But if I wasn't here last night," Kurt cut in, "you would've."

Blaine didn't say anything at first. He tried to let the conversation drift away but Kurt only resumed.

"So are you dropping me back at the campus and then going to get him or what?"

Blaine reached for his wallet as the New Yorker resumed, "I don't think that it would be your best idea honestly. I'm pretty sure he wants me out of the equation."

Fred came over with a tired smile and placed the bill on the table. He asked if everything was okay and both men nodded, allowing him to take their plates.

Blaine opened the fold and slipped some cash inside, including a rather generous tip that made Kurt scoff. This kid had obviously had more money than he knew what to do with.

The running back stood up and fixed his clothes; his denim button up was unbuttoned showing a white V neck beneath. The sleeves were folded up a bit, showing off the tan skin of Blaine's muscular arms, and the burgundy belt over the tight denim jeans he wore happened to be a rather nice outfit. One that Kurt approved of, at least. He watched Blaine stretch a bit and then check his gold watch, all before the dark haired man looked to his 'boyfriend'.

"Let's go."

Kurt licked his lips and sat the coffee cup down. Scooting over, he stood up and smoothed out his own clothes. Blaine's eyes scanned his body in the way his own just scanned Blaine and he motioned towards the exit.

"If I drop you off at the house, we won't have time to go back out. I need to rehearse for tonight and I honestly don't care what James wants. He's lucky I'm even doing this for him."

Blaine took Kurt's hand, surprised when the man didn't pull away. He nodded his thanks to their server and exited the restaurant.

"And after that we'll go straight to the lake and relax for a little bit," Blaine explained. Kurt nodded his understanding as the pair approached his Audi. "Just behave yourself. Don't say anything to get him riled up and we can drop him off and be done with this."

Kurt laughed as he released Blaine's hand and went to the passenger side. "Behave? I'm a good boy, Blaine."

Blaine rolled his eyes as he got into the car. Kurt sat beside him and reached for his seatbelt right away, remembering the speed at which Blaine enjoyed driving.

"If you say so Kurt. We still have something to discuss though, don't we?"

Kurt glanced over at him and smiled innocently. "What's that?"

Hazel eyes swam with curiosity and Kurt let the beautiful image flood his vision as he listened. "I think we were talking about one of your fantasies…"

Kurt smiled. "Oh, yes. Well about the hotel suite… that could work but it'd be ridiculous. I'm not having you spend a ludicrous amount of money so that I can fuck you all over a hotel suite. What we'll do is wait until your friends are asleep or out of the house, and we'll have the sex marathon I've always wanted."

Blaine looked at Kurt and the man smiled, facing forward. "We'll talk more later. You promised your friend you'd be there in 20 minutes and I'd hate to delay you."

Blaine sighed. His dick had been trying to get hard all morning and it had just succeeded. Sex marathon? he thought. He's going to be the death of me.

He pressed 'push to start' and the engine roared. As Blaine reversed out of his parking space, Kurt sat back and thought. The silence was prominent between the two of them, and thinking was easy to do because of it. Blaine hoped that this thing with James wouldn't be a hassle. The last thing he needed when the man returned from whatever country he was going to was to be annoyed about anything that went down today. Kurt simply thought about that night, and being able to see Finn perform on stage at a club. It'd be pretty amazing, and he wondered if his dad and Carole knew. If so, they did a good job keeping it from him. And Finn was doing really well for himself. Kurt couldn't have been any prouder.

Blaine whistled to himself and turned on the satellite radio on at a low volume. Some sports talk show was on and Kurt listened along, realizing it was college related. He turned to Blaine who was focused on the road and placed a hand on his thigh. Blaine glanced down when he felt it, slowing down at a yellow light and coming to a complete stop.

Kurt's hand stayed stationary. Blaine thought nothing of it after a few moments and looked up, waiting for the light to change and the car in front of him to move. He whistled some more and listened to the radio station.

"Can I listen to some music?"

Blaine felt the hand start to drift in circular motions now. He nodded at Kurt and stepped softly on the gas. "Of course baby. Put on what you'd like."

Kurt smiled happily (it was adorable) and reached up to find a station. Once a Madonna song started to play, he squeed and sat back, returning his hand to Blaine's leg.

Blaine smirked when Kurt began to shimmy a little, singing along to the lyrics. His voice was a little seductive and his grip on Blaine's leg was getting a bit firmer.

Physical attraction
It's a chemical reaction
Physical attraction
Chemical reaction

Kurt winked when the driver smirked at him, his fingers trailing up Blaine's thigh dangerously high.

Trying hard to get away
But I can't seem to fight the way I feel
Even though you're not for real
Your touch is driving me …

He took off his seatbelt and leaned over the console; his hand running up to Blaine's crotch and his lips touching his ears. With a smile he continued to sing, gingerly rubbing his hand up and down the length of Blaine's now obvious hard on.

Crazy and when you smile
It's just makin' me want you more and more
Baby won't you stay a while?
It could be such a fantasy

"You won't be satisfied until I crash this car and my parents kill me, huh?" Blaine tried to be serious but the smile creeping on his lips finally came through when Kurt kissed his neck. He pulled away and focused on keeping the car steady on the road. "Will you—Kurt," he laughed coyly and bit his lip when the man undid his zipper, "fuck… c'mon sit back in your s-seat."

Kurt ignored him and as Blaine pulled up at a red light, he all but mounted the man in the seat. His hands were underneath Blaine's shirt and his lips were sucking on Blaine's earlobe, and then his hands were unbuttoning Blaine's pants. Blaine's eyes closed and he thrust up into Kurt's hand, moaning a little and holding the steering wheel tightly. "Kurt…"

Kurt laughed into his ear before obeying. "Fine. I'll behave." He withdrew his hand and sat back properly in his seat, just in time for the traffic light to turn green. Casually putting his seatbelt on as if nothing happened, Kurt began to sing again.

Maybe we were meant to be together
Even though we never met before
We got to move before the sun is rising
And you'll be walking slowly out the door

Blaine's clothes were rustled and his jeans still undone as a car behind them honked aggressively. He jumped a little, but put his foot on the gas and pulled off.

"I don't know what to do with you." Blaine drove with his right hand and fixed his clothes with his left. A new song came on and Kurt smirked, dancing to the beat and pretending not to see Blaine's hand sneak into his pants to adjust himself.

"I can think of a few things you can do with me…"

Blaine smirked in return. "Yeah, ok. Fucking tease."

Kurt laughed and went back to his music.

….

I'm outside. –B

"Did he say what was wrong with his car?"

"Nope," Blaine rested his phone on his lap and glanced at Kurt; his head resting against the seat. "He just said it wouldn't start."

"Hm," Kurt looked up at the fancy home James lived in as he waited for the man to come out. "I'd take a look under the hood but I'm wearing white jeans. Cannot afford to mess these up."

Blaine smirked. "Excuse me? You? Look under the hood? Of a car?"

Kurt scowled as he turned away from the window and to the man beside him. Blaine gave him a look of disbelief mixed with that stupid smirk and Kurt folded his arms. "Are you saying that someone like me has no idea what they're doing underneath the hood of a car?"

Be right down. –James

Blaine looked away from the phone screen and back to Kurt, biting his lip into the sexiest smile Kurt had ever seen. "I'm not saying that at all. I'm just shocked that you would be willing to get your hands so dirty…"

Kurt smiled and sat back, stretching his arms out across the dash. "So if you wake up tomorrow and your engine is gone, I guess I didn't do it."

Blaine laughed. "And you'd be single quicker than you could spell your name."

At this, Kurt leant over and grinned. His hand cupped Blaine's chin and he pecked a small, soft kiss to his lips. Blaine relaxed after a second and moved to continue, taking Kurt's lower lip between his and sucking gently. Kurt gave Blaine's top lip the same attention before pulling away and resting their foreheads together.

"You wouldn't break up with me, would you Blaine?" he brushed a stray curl away from the man's forehead and combed it through his gelled hair. Blaine stared at his lips and Kurt gave a small smile, closing the distance between them and kissing the corner of Blaine's mouth. "Would you?"

Blaine gulped hard. The feeling of Kurt's tongue teasing along his lips; the man's smooth hands tangling in his curls, it was a—

A few knocks on the window interrupted their… closeness. Kurt closed his eyes and huffed in annoyance before pulling away. He found James outside the window, peering in with what seemed to be aggravation.

Blaine sighed and sat back as well. He unlocked the car doors and popped the trunk of his sports car. James could be seen grabbing his things… many things … and walking towards the rear of the car.

"I'm gonna help him try and find space. My football stuff is in the back."

Kurt nodded with a smile. "Hurry up. I miss being alone with you already."

Blaine leant over to give his boyfriend a peck on the cheek. He quickly got out of the vehicle, slamming the door forcefully. James didn't look up, only continuing what he was doing. It wasn't until Blaine had walked around the car and grabbed one of the elder's suitcases that he finally got some acknowledgment.

"I didn't think you'd bring him."

Blaine dropped the luggage on his right side and began to shuffle his helmet and sports gear out the way. "Hello James and you're welcome."

James scoffed. "I thanked you when we spoke on the phone. Don't be like that because you're doing me a favor."

Blaine rolled his eyes and watched James organize his things for a moment. "We were at breakfast when you called and I didn't have time to drop him home before coming to get you."

James smirked and picked up the luggage Blaine brought over. "Take him home? You sound like you're together. And since when do you kiss? I thought you hated to kiss? He was the one kissing you last night and I thought you only accepted it because you were drunk."

Blaine ignored those questions and walked off, going to get the last (but heavy) suitcase. It was somewhat true. Kissing should be preserved for someone you're involved with, he thought. Kissing was intimate and beautiful. Blaine thought of it as an art. He didn't want to waste time kissing someone he only intended on fucking. There wasforeplay for that. Kissing with him was to be done with someone special.

So I think Kurt is special?

Of course he is. He's my best friend's brother and by default he means a lot to me. Because Finn does. Yeah.

And he's a great kisser so—

"Earth to Blaine."

Blaine snapped out of his thoughts, returning by James' side and shoving the last suitcase in the trunk. "Don't worry about it. I'm going to drop you at the airport and you're going to enjoy Paris or wherever you're going."

James watched as Blaine closed the trunk. He nodded. "Fine. I'm much too large for the back seat of this car. Can I at least get the passenger side?"

Blaine smiled and crossed over to the other side of the car. "No. Just get in before you miss your flight James."

The elder shook his head in disbelief before approaching the left side of the vehicle. After getting in, he slammed the door and slid in a bit, trying to get comfortable. He almost scoffed at the polite greeting from Kurt whose seat was much further back than he actually needed it to be.

"Hello James. It's so nice to see you again."

Blaine started the car and put his seatbelt on.

"Hello," the man decided to slide down further since Blaine's seat wasn't practically in the second row. He wasn't even sure why this car was a sedan it was so small. "It's nice seeing you as well," he lied.

Blaine pulled off after turning the radio station to something with less sexual music, not sure if he could trust Kurt despite the blue eyed man's promise to.

Kurt's smiled at James' words and nodded, glancing out the window. His phone vibrated with a message from Rachel and after he answered, he put his hand back on Blaine's thigh.

"So how long are you staying? I'm sure New York misses an amazing guy like you."

Kurt chuckled though Blaine rolled his eyes. Here we go. "Oh, New York will be fine for a few days. My plane lands Friday evening."

"I see," James nodded, staring at how Kurt's arm rubbed gingerly over Blaine's leg. "Um—I'm sorry," Kurt glanced back when he heard the elder's light laughter and listened, "I know I drunk a bit last night so I may've asked this but how long have you two known each other? I'm pretty sure I've known Blaine his entire time here at the university and I don't think your name was ever brought up…"

Kurt smirked, about to answer when Blaine cut in.

"We just met yesterday, James. I told you Kurt is Finn's brother and I'm—"

"Being a good host?" James interrupted. "Does Finn know you're fucking his brother?"

Kurt smiled. "Does he know we're fucking each other, really. But no he doesn't."

James' eyebrows shot up with confusion as Blaine shook his head, opting to change the conversation. "Is this fine? The station…"

Kurt listened to the Maroon 5 song playing and shrugged. "I don't mind. Unless James wants to listen to something else?"

The man was too busy wondering what to make of that 'we fuck each other' statement to realize he was being addressed, but when he noticed Kurt turn back and give him a sweet but definitely faux smile, he came to and shook his head no. "I'm fine. Thanks."

Kurt nodded and turned the volume up just a tad. "Okay then."

They drove for about five minutes in silence, save the bit where James asked to use Blaine's phone charger. Music and a great deal of tension was all that filled the air.

Kurt realized from the signs and some of the sights that they were about ten minutes away from the airport he landed at. He rested his head against the seat and exhaled, his mind drifting off to other things. Besides wondering if Finn was awake yet, he began to feel bad for not being there right now. Maybe his stepbrother would have a terrible hangover and expect someone to help nurse him. Lord knows Topanga would probably flee once he started crying about missing Rachel. Then he thought about how he left pretty much everything he traveled with in an unlocked room with tons and tons of strangers.

"Fuck."

Blaine looked away from the road for a second and gave Kurt a concerned look. "What's wrong baby?"

Kurt shook his head. "I just realized that there are tons of people at the frat house and any of them can go in your room and steal my stuff. My Macbook is on the bed."

Blaine focused on switching lanes as he replied. "Trust me. Nobody is stupid enough to fuck with anything in my room."

Kurt smirked. "Oh yeah. Big man on campus." He glanced at Blaine who didn't reply, only focused on driving. "And I guess I'll just have to magically forget how people used your room as the hookup spot last night?"

Blaine picked up speed once he cut someone off, not giving a shit about their angered honking. Kurt noticed he didn't seem to be in the speaking mood and frowned.

"What's eating you sweetie?"

"Nothing."

James looked up from his watch and instead focused outside the window. He was trying his best to ignore this conversation at large and Kurt in general.

"Something is," Kurt's hand started drifting again and Blaine couldn't stop his smile, "please tell me?"

"Just tired babe," Blaine licked his lips and tried not to react to Kurt's hand. "Long night…"

Kurt smiled. "Oh yeah?"

"Don't act innocent." Blaine said with a laugh, relaxing a bit. Kurt wondered why he was so bothered in the first place but was happy he seemed to lighten up a bit.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kurt smirked, "but is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"

Blaine signaled so that he could get over and eventually exit at the airport. He bit his lip as he thought and Kurt smiled, finding it too sexy. "I may need a nice long massage before my performance tonight."

Kurt liked that idea—

"I forgot you were performing tonight! What're you guys opening or did you actually work your way up to a middle spot?"

As soon as he heard the voice, Blaine tensed up again and Kurt noticed. They'd both pretty much forgotten about him even being in the vehicle though he was the sole purpose they were rapidly approaching the airport.

Blaine turned at the exit and took a deep breath. "We're the only act tonight, James."

He smiled at back of the vehicle and made a sarcastic noise. "How nice."

"I can't wait to see you perform." Kurt said with a bite that pretty much told the man in the backseat to go fuck himself. "And I know we're exclusive but if your band sucks, Finn involved or not, I'm going to tell you that you suck."

"I thought you loved it when I sucked." Blaine smirked and gave Kurt a corny wink that the man waved off, finally pulling his hand back to himself.

"Your cool factor just went down a few points."

Blaine laughed, ignoring the way James cleared his throat in the backseat. He sighed and waited for traffic to ease up so that he could enter the airport. "What terminal am I going to?"

"Terminal 4." James answered plainly.

Blaine nodded and put his arm around Kurt's chair, easing the vehicle forward a bit. "Okay. Three more minutes and we should be pulling up."

James glared at the act Blaine was putting on in front of him. Clearly pathetic, and if he was expected to be jealous over the likes of someone like Kurt, Blaine would need to try harder. "Great."

Kurt smiled to himself and sat up a bit, his smooth hands resting on his skin tight jeans for the time being. Blaine looked over at him for a moment before returning his eyes on the road. It was a terrible thing to admit, and it was probably hard to admit, but Blaine couldn't wait to get James out of his car and spend more time with Kurt. He was fascinating in so many ways and there was something about him the running back couldn't put a finger on. Maybe it was his attitude, or the way he literally had something to say for everything, or the way he kissed him… that may've been it, or possibly the way he constantly teased him. Blaine wasn't sure. Maybe it was all of that, but one thing was sure. Blaine knew he wanted more.

They circled the terminal to find arrivals. As Blaine double parked beside an SUV, he made motion to get out of the car. James had already closed his door without so much as a squeak before Kurt put a hand on Blaine's arm to stop him.

"Let me help him. You stay in the car in case you need to move it or something."

Blaine gave him a suspicious look in response but didn't get a chance to counter. Kurt undid his seatbelt and easily slid out of the car; his white jeans hugging his ass in ways that were sinful and probably illegal in most countries. That man would definitely kill him before the week was over. Blaine groaned at the sight before settling back in the seat.

"Hurry up, Hummel." Blaine let his gelled hair hit the headrest and sighed.

James had taken out some of his luggage when Kurt walked up beside him. The brunette seemed put off by the fact that Blaine wasn't the one helping him but said nothing, watching as Kurt reached down into the trunk and pulled out a bag and a suitcase.

"So. Paris?" Kurt questioned with a magnificent accent.

"Greece." The man said with the roll of his eyes. "I'm going to the island of Kalymnos and doing some sightseeing."

Kurt nodded and feigned interest. "That sounds amazing. Well I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself."

"I'm sure I will. Can you be a sweetheart and do me a favor?" James gave an incredibly fake smile and Kurt saw right through it. "I want to say goodbye to Blaine. Can you carry these things over to the entrance please? I'd appreciate it so much."

Before Kurt could tell him no, James was walking over to the driver's side of the car. Kurt rolled his eyes at the man's attitude but picked up the Fendi travelling bag, admiring the leather before walking to the sidewalk. The terminal seemed busy as families rushed in, probably late for their flights as well, and a few TSA agents stepped out for a smoke. Kurt ignored the lustful look he got from one of them—a guy with a porn star mustache whose eyes wasted no time finding his hips, and walked over to the entrance. He placed James' bag on the ground over some spilled coffee and turned back in the direction of which he came.

Blaine was out of the car when he returned and had appeared to have just had a talk with his old friend. Or whatever it was they called themselves, Kurt thought. James looked dejected. Blaine looked uncomfortable. He reached for the door handle of his black R8 and motioned for Kurt to join him inside.

Kurt thought that he should at least help the douche carry the rest of his things out of the road but Blaine gave him another look, and then came his voice when Kurt didn't move quickly enough.

"We're leaving."

James stared from Blaine to Kurt with an annoyed grimace. He nodded to Blaine as an answer of whatever they were talking about and moved away, returning to his things. Kurt glanced from the man's rigid stance as James grabbed his things, and looked back to the car, slamming the trunk closed.

"Well. This is probably the last time we'll see each other so," Kurt trailed off after a moment and smiled a little, "it was nice knowing ya." he joked.

Blaine walked over to the passenger side and opened Kurt's door for him, watching the two. James simply gave a nod and started carrying two things, leaving the rest there.

"Sure," he spoke at a volume only Kurt could hear, "have fun being Blaine's substitute play thing. I get free reign when I get back." he winked after practically spitting the venomous words and dragged the luggage towards the entrance. Kurt smirked and watched him go, not believing just how bothered the man was by his presence. There had to be more to it than Blaine led on—him and James. There had to be.

"Kurt."

Kurt turned around and faced Blaine, smiling at the exhausted look on the man's face. Taking a few steps forward, he stopped right in front of him and placed a kiss to his cheek.

"Sorry for the wait, hot stuff."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's waist and stopped him before he could get into the open car. He pulled Kurt closer by the belt loops like before and kissed his lips slowly, giving the most attention and affection he could muster. Kurt was clearly shocked by it but liked it; a quick moan escaping his lips that he couldn't stop in time as he crossed his arms around the man's neck, holding him closely.

When a horn sounded, Kurt pulled away from the deepened kiss and licked his lips, looking Blaine in the eyes. Blaine slid his hands around Kurt's waist; their noses touching, and went to kiss him again, only Kurt stopped him with a soft laugh.

"Blaine," he began as he cupped the man's face, "we're double parked and they need to get out."

Blaine looked up and saw the driver of the SUV glaring at him. He sighed and let go of Kurt, allowing him to step into the car. After another kiss to Blaine's cheek, Kurt sat down and allowed his boyfriend to close the door. James shook his head and Blaine noticed he was standing there, grabbing the last of his things.

"Have fun with… that… Anderson." the man stormed off with what was supposed to be nonchalance but clearly wasn't. Blaine shrugged, deciding that nothing he said would get to him. Not today when he had Kurt inside his car waiting to be shown a good time, and a crazy week ahead of them. He quickly jogged around the car and got in, strapping himself in and smiling at Kurt before pulling off.

….

"Sure you don't want to wear my helmet?" Blaine asked, tossing the football up in the air. Kurt swayed his hips as he walked along the grass a couple yards away, nodding his head as he went.

"I need my hair to stay sexy in case a cutie walks by," Kurt scanned the quiet lakeside for people and saw only one other couple much further down. Blaine smirked at him.

"I don't know if this is going to work out," Blaine mused, trying not to smile but failing, "I think we may need a break… it's not me, it's you."

"I'm messing with you silly," Kurt stuck out his tongue and stood with his hands on his hips. "Now hike."

"Do you know the rules?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, folding his arms and deadpanning at Blaine. "I played high school football, thank you."

Blaine smirked.

"There you go underestimating me again," Kurt shook his head, tapping his foot on the ground. He smiled when Blaine laughed and took off his denim shirt, placing it on the hood of his car beside the blanket and drinks they'd just purchased. He was left in only the t-shirt that was underneath and Kurt smiled at the sight. How'd he get so lucky rooming with thaton his vacation?

"I didn't even say anything," Blaine grabbed the football and stood across from Kurt.

"You smirked."

"No I didn't."

"Liar."

"I'm about to throw it. You catch and I might let you ride me."

Kurt laughed and took a few steps back. "You'd let me ride you if I dropped the ball every time you threw it. Let's be honest."

Blaine knew it was true but he didn't acknowledge that. "You get past me and that's a touchdown for you. If I catch you three times in a row, it's my ball."

"Like a fourth down?" Kurt said with a smirk, stretching and getting ready. Blaine watched him touching his toes and nodded.

"So you do know football."

Kurt stood up and grinned. "Throw it, handsome. I think I'm ready to kick your ass."

Blaine nodded, backing up a bit and launching the ball in the air. Kurt cursed, looking at the lake to make sure he wouldn't run into it and backpedaling until he was underneath the ball. Blaine enjoyed the sight of long legs covered in a snowy white running backwards until he'd caught the ball, smiling and running toward him. Blaine grinned and got in a defensive stance, ready to stop Kurt quickly before he could get on his side.

Kurt ran a bit quicker; his eyes locked on Blaine who looked like he was in game mode. He started to run right and saw Blaine ease over that way, changing his mind and heading left. Blaine rushed at him and Kurt laughed, turning and running in the opposite direction.

"Shit. This is cheating!"

Blaine laughed as he chased him. "You're losing a lot of shit ton of yards!"

Kurt ended up running far right and speeding up, laughing as the man got closer, "Fuck you're fast!" he was grabbed around the waist and lifted into the air, grinning as he tried to catch his breath.

"I am a running back." Blaine said sarcastically, putting Kurt down and taking the ball away. "Are you ready to receive again?"

Kurt smirked. "Of course I am. Did you bring lube?"

"Not what I meant, perv," Blaine kissed him and jogged off with the ball. "You lost so much yardage I'm sure we'd be outside the stadium at this point, but I'll be lenient because I'm a good boyfriend."

Kurt caught his breath and smiled. "I'll be the judge of that. A good boyfriend would let me win."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Well I guess I suck as a boyfriend because I'm definitely going to kick your ass."

Kurt laughed, walking back to his spot. "Throw the ball you dork."

Blaine nodded and tossed the ball in the air. He smirked when Kurt went to catch it but it slipped through his hands, off his thigh and hit the ground. Shaking his head, Blaine spoke.

"Honestly? That was way softer than the last one."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "No wonder Finn is the quarterback."

Blaine smirked and caught the ball when Kurt threw it back. "Whatever. Try and catch this one maybe, sunshine?"

Kurt spread his legs and got ready, hiding his smile when Blaine's eyes were glued on his legs. "C'mon."

Blaine held the football with both hands, getting in throwing stance and hurling the ball into the air. Kurt sheltered the sun from his face and got directly underneath the ball, fumbling before catching it and looking at Blaine. The dark haired man winked and gestured for him to 'bring it' in what was easily construed as cocky. Kurt nodded, walking towards him.

"What are you doing?" Blaine was amused. "I'm going to catch you so easily if you try and walk up to me."

Kurt rocked his hips from side to side and smirked when Blaine looked down. "Yeah?"

Blaine didn't respond; far too busy watching.

"I bet you want to get me out of these, don't you?" Kurt twirled around and shook his ass for Blaine—the running back nodding his head yes and approaching. Kurt faced forward again and swayed closer to Blaine too. "I bet you want to put hickeys all over my thighs…"

Blaine groaned, his eyes darkening. He bit his lower lip and went to reach for Kurt's waist. Only Kurt spun out of his grasp and ran off, jetting down the grassy field in the direction of their car. Blaine watched Kurt drop the ball and do a dance that resembled a cheer. He threw his arms in the air and jumped, and then he touched one leg in the air and tapped the toe of his boots, and Blaine shook his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe you would cheat and fuck you are flexible."

Kurt laughed and bent down to pick up the football. "I may've been a cheerleader too."

Blaine shook his head. "What don't you do?"

"I don't cheat." Kurt kissed him on the cheek and smiled, "now go down the field so I can toss you the ball."

Blaine bit his lip. "That's not really an option… I kind of want to talk about putting hickeys on your thighs now."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "If we stop now then I win."

"If we stop now we can both win…" Blaine pulled him closer and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, "Tell me more about when you were a cheerleader," Kurt laughed when Blaine kissed his neck in a ticklish spot, "were you crazy popular and date all the jocks?"

"Oh please," Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and kissed his cheek, "I was anything but. I was the exact opposite."

Blaine pulled back and gave him a confused look. "Finn says he was pretty popular."

Kurt nodded. "He was. He was the quarterback and had won a championship during his era. I won a football game that I only played in because I didn't want my dad and the school to know I was gay and joined the Cheerios because my glee club was neglecting my talent. As you can see I wasn't the most popular guy around."

Blaine looked at him and Kurt didn't even want to hear his reply. He kissed him instead, brushing his thumb over Blaine's jawline. "We'll save this conversation for another time."

"And if I want to finish it now?" Blaine asked softly, hoping to learn a little bit more.

"I would ask you to respect the fact that I'd rather not depress the hell out of you on our romantic date." Kurt said with a sweet smile. "Maybe if I like you a lot I can tell you all about my past later. And I'll grab you some tissues because it's that bad."

Blaine's eyebrows went up a little and Kurt could feel the man's grip on him tighten. "I don't want to see you cry so I might have to pass on this conversation."

Kurt smiled. "I don't cry anymore."

Blaine grabbed his hand and walked towards the car, grabbing the blanket and lying it down on the grass. "Crying isn't so bad." He sat down and Kurt joined him a second later.

"It is for me. I don't want to be weak anymore and I cried a lot. Too many tears were shed over people who didn't matter so now I'm only letting them fall for people who do matter."

Blaine nodded. "I understand that. Does Felix matter?"

Kurt smiled and shrugged. "He'd never make me cry."

Blaine looked out over the water. Someone walk past them with their dog and Kurt watched them, smiling at the playful pup. He was never a dog person, he didn't think, but that little guy was adorable.

"You said if you're still drunk enough you and him still…"

Kurt nodded. "It's happened but I try to avoid it. He isn't able to distinguish between a drunken accident and me wanting him back and…" Kurt trailed off, "don't get me wrong. He's a great guy but he needs better. Someone who'll give him what he needs. I can't do that."

Blaine nodded. "What does he need?"

Kurt sighed. "Someone that'll be able to love him back. Someone that has time to listen and wants to be exactly who he wants them to be. I can't… I can't be the guy that stays at home waiting for him to get there. I can't be taken care of and coddled over. I need to be my own person and contribute something to the relationship. There are plenty of spoiled people who would lie around wanting to be pampered but I need to make a name for myself."

Blaine smiled and looked over at him. "So when I'm a professional football player in the NFL, you won't let me come back to multi-million dollar mansion and tell you there's a brand new Bentley outside with your name on it?"

Kurt let himself laugh and leaned into Blaine's side. "Only if you let me come back to our fancy condo after one of my Broadway shows and show you the private Island I'd purchased for the two of us."

Blaine kissed him in the hair and smiled. "Sounds good to me."

His phone vibrated five minutes later and he rested his weight on his arm as he reached for it. The caller ID read 'Finnigan' and he pressed accept.

"Yo. How's the hangover?"

"Oh my god I feel like shit," Finn breathed into the phone. "I can't even stand up. Thomas said Kurt might be with you. Is he? I need him man I just—"

Blaine laughed, "He's with me Finn. Calm down we're coming back now. Just… take something and I'll see you soon."

Finn groaned. "I miss Rachel so much bro. Just let me speak to Kurt I need to hear his voice."

Blaine shook his head and handed the phone over. "It's him."

Kurt smiled and placed it to his ear. "Yes, dear?"

"I got shitfaced."

Kurt nodded. "I remember. Are you okay?"

"I miss her."

"We're on our way. Don't hurt yourself, okay?"

Finn made a sobbing noise and Kurt rolled his eyes. "Okay. Hurry. Tell B we still have rehearsal and the guys are being mean."

"I'll tell him." Kurt said goodbye. Finn blew him a kiss and he rolled his eyes and hung up.

"We should get going huh?" Blaine asked, accepting his phone back from Kurt.

Kurt smiled as he looked over the lake one last time. "We should."