"My head. It hurts really, really bad Kurt. Like…" Finn trailed off for a moment and Kurt looked down at his step-brother sympathetically, "imagine the Incredible Hulk picking up Thor and whacking you over the head with him. That's pretty much how I feel right now."

Kurt nodded at the man whose head was lying on his lap and did his best not laugh at the situation at hand. Finn had to be lucky that Kurt loved him. He was one of the select few people that he'd drop everything and run to help if they were hurt; the thing he was 'dropping' being Blaine between his legs in the backseat of his sports car. After the third 'where are you because I'm dying and you said you'd be here' phone call from Finn, Blaine and Kurt came to the agreement that they'd better get back to the frat house. Now, there was a rambling 21 year old Finn Hudson's head in his lap, groaning about how much pain he was in. Blaine walked in with another glass of water and smirked at the scene before him, ignoring the look Kurt gave him because of it.

"I think that the universe hates me sometimes."

Blaine laughed now and Finn wanted to glare at him but honestly, the man felt like shit. Kurt, however, smiled as he patted him on the shoulder. "The universe doesn't hate you. You have to know your limits and last night, you definitely didn't."

Finn knew he was right. He stared at the ceiling and nodded; a far off expression on his face. Blaine sat down at Thomas' desk and watched the brothers as Kurt resumed. "The medicine will kick in after a while, ok? Just, try not to think so much."

Finn smiled for a moment then he nodded, though he did the exact opposite of what Kurt asked him to— if his next question was any indication. "Have you…. Have you heard from her?"

Kurt nodded as an answer, but when Finn looked at him expectantly, he finally spoke. "She texted me earlier."

The man looked away and said ok. "How's she doing?"

"She's good, Finn." Kurt said with a smile, "She wanted to know if I was having fun and how you were doing."

His step-brother looked up again; a mixture of shock, hope, and confusion plaguing his face. "She did?"

Kurt smiled at the big dope. "Yes, Finn. She did."

Finn smiled. That was good news. It was nice to know his thinking about his ex wasn't all in vain. Of course he remembered the talk with Burt about how the two of them had growing up to do and all, but he missed her a lot. Making the decision to go to Florida while she went to NY was hard, but they both still thought about each other. That meant that there was hope for after college was through with, right? Though, he wouldn't dare ask Kurt if she was seeing someone. He wasn't ready to have his dreams crushed if the answer was indeed 'yes'.

Blaine sat back in the chair and tossed a football up and down, catching it in his hands. As much as he loved Finn and adored Kurt for being the brother he needed, they needed to get a move on with their day. There'd be time to weep over ex-girlfriends after tonight's big show. "Can you let me know when he's done crying over Rach? We kind of have rehearsal to get done…"

"Shhhh!" Finn sat up now, but winced at the pain as he looked at his team's running back. "That was a surprise B! It was supposed to be a surprise!"

"Well I know now," Kurt laughed and stood up, smoothing out his jeans out and smirking at Finn's annoyed look. He had probably been trying to keep his band a secret for a long time just so that he could surprise Kurt, but thanks to Blaine, it slipped. "You may as well get a nap before rehearsing. I think you'll feel better when you wake up. So thirty minutes, ok?"

Finn nodded. A nap sounded excellent right about now. "Fine."

"I'll wake you up soon, Finn." Kurt smiled and led the way out of the room. Blaine put the football down and got up to follow, closing the door behind him. His room was a couple doors down and he watched Kurt look down at his phone as he walked ahead of him.

"I'm glad you're here. I'm usually the one that has to listen to him cry over his ex when he's like this."

Kurt glanced back and winked, stopping right in front of their room. "I'm happy I could give you a break."

Blaine smiled as Kurt pushed the door open and stepped inside. The elder placed his phone on the dresser and stretched; his shirt revealing a strip of pale skin that had finger shaped bruises on them from the night before. Blaine licked his lips at what he saw before closing the door behind them.

"You should take a nap too, B." Kurt said with a smile. "A few minutes of sleep goes a long way. Big night and all." He bent down to undo his laces and Blaine stared at the man's frame, gulping a bit and lifting his shirt over his head.

"I need to. Are you going to join me?"

Kurt stepped out of the first boot and began to work on the second. "I am a bit tired. We didn't get nearly enough sleep after that night yesterday." When his second boot was undone he looked across the room. "I probably should stay up so that someone can wake you and Finn."

Blaine shook his head no as he reached for Kurt's hands. "That's what alarms on cell phones are for." he set one for a half hour later and placed his phone next to Kurt's, "C'mon."

Kurt took his hand and allowed Blaine to walk them over to the bed. Kurt crawled onto the bed first and lay down on his back, reaching up adorably with grabby hands for Blaine to join him. The younger man smirked and crawled on top of him, settling between Kurt's parted legs with his head buried in the pocket between his smooth neck and shoulders.

They were quiet and remained like that for a few moments. Kurt felt Blaine's heart beating against his chest and smiled at the intimacy their positioning created. It felt nicer than something between two people who'd just met was supposed to feel. Somewhere in the back of Kurt's mind, a whisper told him it felt like something two people who were meant to be together shared, but he smiled to himself and pushed the thought away. He really needed a nap.

When a few minutes of silence passed, Blaine seemed to be a little restless. Kurt's rubbing his back didn't seem to help as he kept moving around. After a minute or so, Blaine propped himself on his elbows to look at him; Kurt smiling as he played with a stray curl on the man's forehead.

"Why are you so fidgety?"

Blaine shrugged, looking down at a pretty pair of lips as they curved into a small smile.

Kurt simply shook his head at him. "You should definitely be trying to get a bit of rest."

Blaine nodded in agreement. "So should you."

"It's hard to do with you staring at me like this." Kurt teased, leaning up and touching his lips to Blaine's. They both held the chaste kiss for a few seconds before Blaine pulled back to look at him—deep hazel meeting a gorgeous blue. Kurt replied with a slow smile before his head hit the pillow. "Lie down with me?"

A simple request like that somehow made Blaine's heart jump. He licked his lips and could still taste the sweetness of Kurt's lip balm, breathing lightly before moving further up the bed. When he was nose to nose with his boyfriend, he closed his eyes and lowered himself; their lips meeting again a second later.

Kurt felt his heart speeding up at the simple gesture. It was just a kiss. It was so small you may've missed it, but it lit up his body in ways that made him shiver. And then Blaine pulled back again to look at him once more; the look in his eyes unreadable to Kurt but most importantly it made him feel beautiful.

Blaine didn't know how a little kiss could be so powerful. Their lips probably touched for three whole seconds but that didn't stop goose bumps from rising on his skin. It did nothing but make him want more, and the thought alone was enough to make Blaine ask himself what are you doing, Anderson? The question floated around in his head as Kurt smiled up at him, and just like that any logic and reasoning was extinguished along with the man's reserve.

Kurt's eyes were a beautiful cyan as he smiled up at him curiously. He wondered what was going on in his boyfriend's head, and the fact that he kept referring to him as his boyfriend was comical to Kurt but it was what it was. His fingers trailed over Blaine's shoulder, admiring the muscles of his arms before he focused on the man's eyes again. Blaine smiled down at him before leaning in again.

The next kiss was a little deeper.

It didn't consist of tongue, biting, or anything of that nature, but it was a little more than the last.

Kurt put his feet over Blaine's ankles as the dark haired man controlled the kiss; his lips moving slowly against Kurt's with just the right amount of 'I need you' to make them not want to come up for air. If the two of them could be completely honest, it was a little odd how perfect these moments were. Because they were perfect.

Blaine focused on his boyfriend's lower lip as Kurt lay there, humming softly. When he felt long fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, Blaine sighed into the kiss. It hit him that he never did this—at least he hadn't in years. Not since he made out with his first boyfriend in Ohio, and back then it wasn't anything like this.

Blaine had known Carl since he transferred to Dalton his sophomore year. They didn't end up together until they were seniors, and didn't have their first official make out session until weeks after that, but with all the chemistry Blaine felt he had with his ex, none of anything he shared with him or anyone for that matter compared to thisright now.

It was a fact that should make Blaine stop, right? But he didn't want to. He wasn't going to.

Kurt inhaled sharply, in desperate need for air. How could this feel so good? Blaine's lips on Kurt's were driving him 100 mph towards absolutely insane. The feeling of the man's weight on top of him; the way Blaine's lips maneuvered on his, the way that he made sure each lip got the same amount of glorious attention…. All of it wasamazing.

When Blaine pulled back to gather his thoughts, Kurt opened his eyes. His hands fell at each side of his head and he smiled at the running back's kiss swollen lips and blush colored cheeks. Before he knew what was happening, his voice filled the space between them.

"I really like your lips."

Blaine looked at Kurt's lips in response; leaning down and taking his boyfriend's top one between his own. Kurt closed his eyes and kissed back, feeling that electricity shoot through his body again.

Blaine was really good at that.

After a few seconds, he pulled back again, smiling as he posed his next question with an adorable smile. "Oh yeah?" as he asked, he kissed the corner of Kurt's mouth intently. Once Kurt opened his light blue eyes, Blaine lolled his head to the side and looked into them; grinning at the incredibly flustered but amazing beautiful man.

Kurt blushed, but he nodded in response. "Yeah."

Blaine smiled at the answer before leaning in and kissing his chin this time. Kurt's hands returned to his hair and he figured that sleep could wait until tonight. This… this was nice. This was better.

"You make kissing easy, Kurt. You're amazing."

Kurt giggled at the corniness, not able to respond before a warm tongue was entering his mouth. He paused and moaned around it immediately; lying still and allowing Blaine to explore his mouth as deep as he could get it. As he tilted his head to the side, Blaine inhaled through his nose, needy for air. There was another moan that entered the room but Kurt didn't know who it was that time. It wasn't a sexual sound but more of a sound of awe and complete contentment.

Kurt cupped Blaine's face after a few minutes and pulled him up, panting and smiling all at once. Blaine looked drunk off of their kissing, but if he could be honest he felt drunk too. He heard Kurt laugh and almost went in for another kiss, all until the man spoke.

"We should stop."

Blaine looked at him momentarily and shook his head no, turning his face and kissing the man on the palm. "I don't think so."

Kurt smiled. "We should stop before I fall in love with you."

Blaine licked his lips as their eyes locked for the umpteenth time. Kurt caressed the man's face and a slow smile took over his lips.

"This… what we're doing," he looked at Blaine on top of him and carded a hand through the man's hair, "this is a shortcut to that destination."

Blaine knew exactly what he meant. He lowered his head again and kissed Kurt slower this time. There was no argument from Kurt, only the fantastic movement of his lips as he kissed back. Blaine smiled when Kurt pulled away and gave the man a small shrug in response.

"What's so wrong with that?"

Kurt laughed as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's body. "What's wrong with it besides the million things wrong with it, or something else?"

Blaine smirked. "There's only one thing, Kurt. And that's fear."

Kurt looked at him for a moment before falling back against the pillow. He nodded his head. "That sums it up, but there are subcategories. And I'm tired of being scared. This was supposed to be safe, and I really want to keep it safe."

Blaine dropped his head in defeat but Kurt felt relieved when he saw the man smiling. With a nod, he rolled off of him and lay down, staring up at the ceiling as well. Kurt felt the man's fingers lace with his and smiled.

"You're right. Love and "5 Day boyfriend" aren't exactly synonymous." Kurt nodded at Blaine's words and they got quiet for a while, all until Blaine added a bit more, "Safe. This is all about being safe."

They both sighed after the words were said. It was probably because they both had a feeling 'safe' would be much easier said than done. Kurt for one knew that if he felt like this so soon and had to go through the next 5 days fighting off these feelings, 'safe' would probably be trampled and left for dead. Then he'd be back in New York thinking of a guy who's more than likely moving on with life and that's exactly what neither of them needed.

Blaine felt Kurt's hand squeeze his a little tighter and turned on his pillow to look at him. He admired the side profile of the man; his perfectly angled nose and ivory skin, and those gorgeous pink lips that felt like heaven pressed against his own. This would be the longest week of his life, Blaine was sure of it. He sighed again and Kurt smiled, turning his head in Blaine's direction. The two of them lie there, simply staring at one another and getting lost in blues and greens and honey and sincerity. Everything was the two of them and nothing else mattered.

And like a magnet, Kurt felt himself being pulled towards Blaine's lips. Blaine's hand found his cheek and the man closed his eyes in anticipation, only for the alarm on his phone to startle the both of them.

Kurt smirked as he shook his head; brown hair hitting the pillow and an understanding sigh leaving his lips. Blaine just sort of floated there. Part of him wanted to throw his phone out of the window, and part of him wanted to thank it for going off. Love wasn't really an option for the two of them, even though all of him wanted to kiss Kurt sofreaking badly.

"I guess our naptime is over." Kurt said softly. He stretched and mock yawned and pretended to be completely rejuvenated, making Blaine laugh softly. "It was great."

Blaine sat up in bed and rubbed tiredly at the back of his neck. He felt Kurt shift onto his side and glanced back to see the man looking at him.

"You can still get a nap if you want," he told him. Kurt looked as if he'd protest as Blaine continued, "Rehearsal will probably run an hour and I don't want to spoil the show for you anyway. Doubt Finn will let you in since you know now." He smirked, "Just try and relax and I'll wake you up so you can get ready for tonight."

Kurt smiled at him as he rested his face against the pillow. He saw Blaine turn away from him with that adorable smile and get up, walking over to his cell phone to turn off the alarm. He stretched next; his muscles from all the football workouts and the swimming on full display, and Kurt couldn't even be bothered to be ashamed with just how focused he was staring right now. As Blaine pulled his shirt back on, he turned around to see Kurt's frowny face and smiled.

"Go to sleep, baby."

Kurt sighed and buried half his face further into the pillow. "Fine. Have fun rehearsing and be nice to Finn. He's fragile right now."

"Promise I will," Blaine slid into his shoes and pocketed his phone. "See you soon."

Kurt nodded as he walked to the door, "Ok sweetie."

Once the door closed, Kurt finally let himself smile as big as he wanted to. Even though life pretty much sucked, he'd found an amazing guy to spend time with on his vacation. It'd be one to remember.

A few minutes into his Broadway playlist, Kurt felt himself drifting to sleep; the smell of Blaine's raspberry hair gel and expensive cologne flooding his senses. He couldn't wait for tonight.

….

"What's going on with you and Kurt?" Thomas asked with a knowing grin. Finn was looking throughout the now mostly cleaned frat house (thanks to those adorable freshmen they kept around) for his lucky drumsticks. Thankfully, he couldn't hear this conversation.

Blaine tuned his guitar and did his best not to blush. He shrugged instead and played a few notes, tuning it by ear. "Nothing big. We just decided to have a little fun last night, that's all. And we haven't told Finn yet so try not to blabber it all over?"

Thomas smirked as he chugged at his bottle of water. "I think if I was going to say something I would've said it by now. And how does that work, exactly?" Blaine tiredly looked up at his incredibly, annoyingly, always right friend and waited for the rest of this question. "You two hooked up the first night he showed up and that was it, but yet you'll be spending the rest of the week in the same room?"

Blaine went to speak but Finn walked into the kitchen happily flailing his drumsticks in the air. "Got 'em!"

"Someone feels better." Blaine mused with a grin, thankful for the potential change in conversation. He let his guitar hang off the back of him as the two waited for their band mates to show up and take them to the small gym their coach was nice enough to let them borrow for rehearsals sometimes. Their band mates Sean and Malachi were the type of guys that everyone loved. The cousins were funny and wild—complete party animals—and were pretty damn good at their craft. But at times they were hard to work with because fun came first, and huge dollar signs were behind their eyes, and like Blaine told Kurt earlier he knew they'd sell him and Finn out in a heartbeat.

"I feel a little better, bro," Finn stuck the drumsticks in his back pocket and scratched at his head, "I think the medicine and that mini-nap helped a lot. I swear I'm never dri—"

"Drinking that much again," Blaine and Thomas said in unison before laughing. Finn narrowed his eyes at the both of them before a horn honked twice from outside. It was their signal that Sean had just pulled up and it was time to go. Thomas stood up and slapped five with Blaine, and then with Finn who was still glaring at him. He smirked and nudged the taller man in the shoulder. "Be good, boys. See you at the show tonight."

"Yeah, yeah. If Kurt wakes up tell him we'll be back in a couple hours, give or take." Finn picked up his backpack as Thomas told him ok. Blaine gulped, suddenly feeling a little guilty about his and Kurt's relationship, more along the lines that they had been messing around behind his back and pretending as if nothing was going on. It kind of sucked because this was his best friend, a guy he told basically everything to, and now he felt a little… off.

He still wasn't going to tell him without Kurt's two cents, though.

Blaine got into the back row of the Navigator and Finn sat in the middle row; the two listening to the loud music coming from Sean's surround sound speakers. Blaine closed his eyes for a moment as his band mate pulled off, making note to say something to Finn before the day was over. Otherwise, this could end badly.

….

Did the phone really have to ring right now?

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned over onto his stomach, burying his head into the pillow. The nap he was taking was just getting good, and he didn't see a phone conversation anywhere in his near future.

A few rings later, the phone stopped. He sighed gratefully and hummed into the pillow; Blaine's scent lingering on the sheets. With a smile at the thought of him and their crazy agreement, Kurt closed his eyes once more and tried to drift back to sleep. He was somewhat successful until once again, the phone began to ring. Kurt had never been so upset to hear Rihanna lyrics entering a room before.

"Leave me alone," he grumbled rather childishly. But Rihanna kept singing and obviously the person couldn't tell that him not picking up the phone meant he didn't want to be bothered at fucking all. With a frustrated groan, he rolled over and sat up, reaching for his phone on the bedside table.

"Rachel."

The phone continued to ring as he sighed and pressed 'accept'. Holding the phone to his ear he gave a flat greeting that his best friend didn't miss at all.

"Well hello to you too, Kurt. Don't sound so happy to hear from me."

Kurt lay back down and got comfortable, at least grateful that it wasn't Felix. He didn't think he could handle Felix right now. "I'm sorry but I was taking a beautiful, much needed nap. What in the world could be so important right at this very moment that you couldn't text or leave a voicemail?"

After movement on the other end, Rachel's voice returned. "Well, you know that Professor Molin announced he's emailing out results for your class's auditions today. I wanted to know if you'd heard anything."

Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. "I haven't checked but I doubt I'll get the role anyway. If I do, I'll call you back—"

"That's your sleepy from sex voice."

Kurt almost laughed as he rolled over, looking up at the ceiling. "My sleepy from sex voice, Rachel? Really?"

"Who'd you do?" Her voice had part excitement, part accusation, part disbelief. "I can't believe it! You just got there! Does Finn know? Is it one of his friends? –"

"Can you calm down, Couric? I didn't even say I did anyone!"

"But you didn't say you didn't, and I know you, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. We live together and we've been best friends for years. I know that sated from good sex voice anywhere."

Kurt sighed. The nap was pretty much over, he figured. "Finn's best friend is gay and gorgeous, and he has pretty much claimed me for the week—"

"Wait," Rachel interrupted and there was more movement on the other end before she spoke again, "The 'B' character? His best friend since freshman year at UofF? You're screwing his best friend? Does he know?"

Kurt shook his head. Here we go. "I'm not just screwing him… we're… kind of … together."

There was silence.

Kurt knew he was being judged and he knew exactly what face his best friend was wearing. Her jaw was definitely dropped and it wasn't like he could blame her, really.

"The both of us are grown and we know what we're getting ourselves into, so don't preach at me, please."

"Does Finn know, Kurt?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Finn's too busy moping over you and filling the void inside him with random women to really care. And he shouldn't care because this is nothing but two willing adult men enjoying their vacation together."

Again she was quiet, and Kurt realized he probably said too much on the Finchel front. Without wanting to delve into that, he resumed.

"Blaine and I are men, Rach. I don't think I need my brother's permission."

"Oh, but if the roles were reversed, you'd want to know."

Kurt was quiet this time.

"This will end terribly, Kurt." Rachel said somberly. There was a hint of something else in her voice that Kurt could tell was meant to be comforting. "He invited you to spend time with him, not sneak around with his best friend behind his back. And what if you two end up actually liking each other? Then what?"

Kurt listened closely, acknowledging everything she said. It wasn't that far off a thought, especially after all of their kissing that afternoon, and their little talk afterwards. Besides, these were things he'd already thought up. The repercussions were fresh in his mind if this went wrong. All in all, he still defended himself. It wasn't even that bad a thing… "What's so bad about that? Falling in love with Finn's best friend… that'd—"

"Stop." Rachel huffed, "Just stop, Kurt. Don't even finish that sentence."

"And why not?" Kurt smiled even though he felt defeated. He knew the answer.

"Because everything! You live thousands of miles away. You're a bit of a playboy. If things don't work, it'd be awkward for your brother. And then there's Felix. Should I go on?"

Kurt ran a hand through his hair, deciding to get up and grab his laptop. May as well make himself productive. "I'm not sure why Felix is a factor. He isn't, actually," Kurt shook his head, "and I think you're making a big deal out of this. Blaine and I can handle ourselves, Rachel. I promise."

They could, if they wanted to. Which they did.

Yeah, they could do it. How hard was it to not fall in love? Kurt hadn't ever been in love before and it wasn't exactly like this gorgeous, douchey, sweet when he wanted to be guy would change that.

And… let's say he did. Even if he did—no… no they wouldn't. That wasn't in the agreement.

But if it did happen, Kurt knew they'd be fine. It was a long shot, but… still.

His mind was going a little crazy.

"Alright, Kurt. I won't press it. But just know that I did warn you, and 98% of the time, I'm right."

Kurt smirked as he typed his password into the computer. "Oh yeah, sure Rach."

"You know it's the truth."

"Can we talk later?"

The girl said ok. "Call tomorrow if you have time to spare. Quinn and Santana will be here soon and who knows what they'll put me through."

Kurt smiled. "Thank goodness I got out when I did."

"Uh huh," she laughed lightly and blew a quick kiss. "Later, Kurt. Don't have too much fun."

Kurt chuckled, putting a hand to his ear and relaxing his shoulders, "I will. Goodbye, Rach."

He hung up the cell phone and placed it on the desk beside his laptop. Refusing to check his email for that response from his professor until the next morning, Kurt pulled up a blank document and began to type. He smiled to himself as he thought about it—about everything really. Of course, he didn't want to actually like Blaine to the point where he wanted more with him, but if that were to happen, maybe the man would be worth it. You live and you learn. That was important to remember.

….

Band rehearsal was way longer than it needed to be. First of all, all of the guys already knew the songs like the back of their hands. Blaine and Sean's vocals were practically perfect, as was Blaine's guitar playing, Malachi's bass playing and Finn's drumming. They were going to kill tonight, just like they did every night they had a gig. But along with his friend's came such an unprofessionalism that extended everything about forty minutes longer. First came the talking about which girls they did over the past week, then the ones they would do over the upcoming week, and Blaine just shook his head. Finn would laugh and chime in from time to time, usually mentioning something about the way Rachel's eyes would sparkle and killing the moment altogether. And then there was the running back, ignoring them and smiling as he thought about Kurt— which was pathetic in more ways than one, but right now he didn't care.

They said they'd wrap up after one more break and Finn got up to stretch. Blaine sat his guitar down and took a seat on the bleachers. He yawned as Malachi practice a chord and his cousin spoke.

"I bet the club will be packed tonight. Can't wait."

"Is James coming, Blainers?"

Blaine reached for his phone to check the time as he responded. "He's on a flight right now to Japan, I think. So no."

It was getting late, as expected. Blaine had hoped that he'd get enough time to relax before heading out to the club tonight, but it didn't look like it'd turn out that way. Things rarely went as according to plan when he was around these guys, though.

"Japan," Finn nodded as he sat on the gym floor. "That's cool. They have like sushi and stuff."

"So you'll be lonely," Malachi mocked pouted, stretching his limbs as he played. "We're going to have to find you a guy tonight, right Sean?"

"Definitely," Sean smirked and looked at Finn, "one of those pretty boys he's always flirting with. That is until James shows up and cockblocks."

Blaine rolled his eyes as he typed out a message, checking up on Kurt. They loved to live in the past, apparently. The fling with James was nothing and they ended up being friends with benefits. Not even friends, really… acquaintances with benefits. But of course his friends wanted to live in the moment where Blaine thought there'd actually be something between him and the older student. Too bad for them.

What are you doing? –B.A.

Finn smirked at the words of his band mates before looking to his best friend. "Blaine doesn't exactly need our help. Last I checked, he could handle himself."

"Thank you, Finn," Blaine put the phone in his lap and continued, "I don't need to be set up by any of you dunces. You still can't understand that James and I are absolutely nothing and I've been explaining it to you since sophomore year, so I wouldn't want you setting me up with anyone."

Writing down our kinks. Planning day by day. –Kurt

Blaine ignored whatever his friends were saying as he checked the phone screen; one of his eyebrows rising adorably in the process.

Like a schedule? –B.A.

"Which is why we're going to set you up. In celebration of your boyfriend being thousands of miles away, my cousin and I will find you the hottest male in the place, beside myself," Sean winked, "and we'll make sure he takes your mind off of him."

Blaine shook his head as he awaited a reply. "He's not my boyfriend for the millionth time. You all know James wasn't ever my boyfriend and you know how clear he made it that we weren't ever going to be."

"Ok," Sean said in response. "Whatever you say Blaine. I happen to think you both are full of it, but fine."

Finn smiled as he shook his head at them. He was definitely happy that James had rejected Blaine in the beginning. He was and still is a total prick. And now, Blaine was older and wiser. James' tune had changed when it came to what he wanted between them, and it did suck that Blaine was a bit coldhearted and tended to be on the playboy side of life, but he'd rather his best friend single than with James. Blaine knew that.

Yes... –Kurt

We need a schedule, and we need to prioritize. There's only a few days and Finn and I also have a lot planned. -Kurt

"Who're you texting?"

Blaine looked up to see Malachi staring at him knowingly. Then Finn glanced over from his shoe laces he were tying, and finally, the extremely annoying Sean's eyes found him. He looked at all of them before rolling his eyes and replying to the message. "We should finish up here and get back. We're way over schedule."

What's up tomorrow, then? –B

"We're not that over schedule," Malachi said after swallowing his beverage. "And I'm not stupid. That was probably one of the worst subject changes I've ever heard, really."

When his phone vibrated again, Blaine looked down and read. "I'm changing the subject because it's none of your business."

Well, Finn is taking me out for the day. Shopping and eating. A little sightseeing. That leaves us the night, and tomorrow night would be the time to try out my blindfold and your being tied up kink. -Kurt

Finn stood up and approached, smirking when Blaine quickly hid his phone's screen because of it. Definitely suspicious… "Who are you talking to? You can tell me."

No, I can't.

"We'll talk later." Blaine told him. He noticed how the two cousins looked at him but further ignored it. "I just want to get this practice out of the way, so whenever you guys are ready—"

Finn's phone started to ring and the guys looked up at him. "This is Tommy. Let me take it outside. Be right back."

Blaine started typing as Malachi watched him.

"Make it quick," Sean said, standing up and stretching. He then turned to his cousin gestured outside, "I may as well get a smoke while he's doing that. Be right back."

Malachi nodded, lying back on the gym floor. "Totally. Just, let's not keep Anderson waiting."

Blaine pressed send, not even bothering to respond to his band mates.

Who's supposed to be blindfolded, exactly? I like to see everything…every single moment. –B.A.

A few seconds later, a reply came in. Malachi began to hum to himself as Blaine read it.

But I want you to be surprised. I promise it'll be hot. Don't worry. –Kurt

… -B.A.

It's not like you aren't getting to try things that I've never been into, you know. –Kurt

"So tonight is going to be awesome. I swear I'm going to pull so much pussy from this gig. And let's not mention the money." Malachi smiled to himself, looking up at the ceiling. Blaine nodded, pretending to show interest.

Like what? –B.A.

"Think of all the gigs we can line up after this if it goes well, too."

Blaine nodded. "Yup."

Dressing up…. –Kurt

Blaine scoffed at the text.

You're lying. –B.A.

"So you really aren't telling me who you're texting, over there?"

"Nope," Blaine told him. "It's still none of your business like it was a few minutes ago when you asked."

Malachi smiled. "I promise I won't tell James."

I never thought about it. –Kurt

"I'm actually quite happy for you," he said with a smile. "Oh, the guys are back."

Blaine turned to see Finn and Sean stepping back inside and stood up, thankful that this meant he was closer to getting back and even closer to getting Malachi to shut the hell up.

"We're ready, B. Let's go," Finn pulled out his drumsticks and approached his set, "Tommy was just letting us know that the tickets sold out. Packed house tonight!"

"Sweet," Blaine quickly wrote out a couple messages and walked towards the makeshift stage as well.

Ok liar. –B.A.

I have to finish rehearsing anyway. Should be back shortly. See you soon. –B.A.

Ok. I'm getting turned on by this so if you text me and don't get a response, you know what I'm doing. –Kurt

"I was thinking we could take it from Blaine's solo," Sean stood at his microphone and glanced to his cousin who nodded, "maybe run through the song once more and we're good to go."

Blaine paused mid step and read the message a couple times. Fuck.

What? Can you wait for me at least? –B.A.

No answer. Of course.

Kurt… -B.A.

"You were rushing us, you realize this, right?" Malachi said with a bit of annoyance in his tone. Blaine glanced up and saw they guys watching, all before pocketing the phone and picking up his guitar.

"Fine."

….

When they got back to the house, Finn made a beeline for the fridge. Blaine left his guitar in the band's van and climbed out of the passenger's side, telling a lie about needing to charge his phone for a few minutes before running up to his room. Malachi and Sean bought it, walking up the steps of the frat house and joining Wes and a few other guys in the living room.

Finn pulled out leftover pizza and started to eat. At one point during practice, they stopped playing and his stomach had a solo of its own. There really wasn't much time to find a better choice to eat before they had to get to the club so he made the most of what he had.

Blaine knew if he was smart, he'd try and get something to eat too. Breakfast with Kurt at IHOP was the last thing he had, and though it'd be smart to do that, his dick was leading him in a totally different direction.

It was hard to blame him. First off, Kurt hadn't been responding to his texts, which meant he was probably having fun without him. Second, food could wait. While he never thought he'd say that, this was freaking Kurt, technically his boyfriend—the same boyfriend who was probably touching himself at this very moment.

So Blaine jogged up to the second floor. He gave a head nod to one of the freshman that walked past on their way downstairs. When he reached his door and found it locked, he glanced to both ends of the hallway and pulled out his key. Unlocking it and peeking in, Blaine's eyes automatically turned a few shades darker at what he found.

"There, please… oh my god!"

Kurt was sweaty and writhing against his guest bed. He bit his lip in attempt to quiet down but realized that it was much harder than he hoped it would be, and as he pushed the dildo further inside him, his legs collapsed on the mattress and he cried out in pleasure.

"Blaaaine," Kurt's voice broke at the end of his chant and Blaine gulped as he watched from the door. He was growing harder and harder just staring at the way Kurt's cock was hard against his belly; the drip of precome trailing from the head to the skin above his navel. He watched with focused eyes how Kurt would spread his legs and pull the dildo out before forcing it deep inside himself, writhing against the sheets and arching off the bed. Then, he'd do it again and literally whine Blaine's name and fuck,Blaine wanted to see him come badly.

"Don't s-stop, oh yes—please don't stop…" his hand moved quicker, forcing the long flesh toned toy in and out of his hole and shaking every time it made contact with his prostate. Blaine swallowed hard and stepped inside the bedroom, still unnoticed by Kurt, and softly closed the door behind him. As he turned the lock, Kurt turned at the sound and spotted him, his parted lips forming a small smile. Blaine looked at him darkly and licked his lips.

"Kurt…"

Kurt's hand moved quicker as he fought not to touch himself—desperate to hold off his orgasm a few moments more and enjoy this pleasure overcoming him. He didn't want the feeling to stop at all.

"B-B-Blaine…" the toy hit his spot again and his toes curled against the bed; the man now panting as his free hand pulled at the toy inside him, sliding it back in. Blaine stood at the center of the room by his bed, watching Kurt while chewing on his lip. Kurt whined as he lay on the pillow with his cheek pressed against it; blue eyes glazed over as he watched Blaine slowly approaching. Every nerve in his body was on fire and it felt so good. "I'm so, soo close…"

Blaine exhaled hard. He was in autopilot as his feet led him over to Kurt's side of the room; his eyes scanning the man's body. It was all beautifully pale skin, still marked from the night before, long shaking limbs and lean, defined muscles, absolute perfection. He reached the foot of Kurt's bed and his eyes did a sweep of the man's body as he knelt at the edge. The way Kurt shook as he drew closer and closer to his climax, Blaine didn't know how he was even still breathing right now.

"Ah! Ah fuck me, fuck me! Oh, B-Blaine!" Kurt pushed the toy deep inside him and held it there, now grabbing his leaking cock and rapidly stroking up and down while his legs spread wide open for Blaine to observe. "Yes!"

Right as Blaine broke and put his hand in his pants, Kurt's eyes caught his watching so hungrily and he thrust up into his fist, clenching down around the dildo as he came hard in long ropes across his body. Blaine growled as he saw him come, thrusting into his own hand hard and fast. He saw Kurt's eyes rolling back and the man pulling at the sheets as he moaned his name, but as quick as it had happened, it was over.

"Blaine!" that was Sean's voice coming from downstairs, and Blaine cursed beneath his breath, "Let's go, buddy. We gotta hit the road!"

"Fuck," Blaine leant onto Kurt's bare knee as he fought not to finish what he was trying to start. He was going to have a bad case of blue balls in a minute.

Kurt was still panting and started to play in the come on his chest as he looked up at Blaine pulling his hands from his jeans. "Oh my goodness, that was amazing."

Blaine watched him pull the dildo out and put a mostly used bottle of lube on the table beside him. He shook his head and sat down on the bed, looking across the room at a few posters before facing Kurt again. "I told you to wait for me."

Kurt bit his lip as he eased up to sitting position. He found a cloth beside him and used it to clean himself up. "It looks like if I did wait, we wouldn't have time to mess around anyway, and I definitely would've been pissed at you. Be thankful I at least imagined it was you fucking me and not Ryan Gosling."

He stood up and walked towards the closet as Blaine smirked a bit; golden eyes glued to his ass. "I hope you're getting ready, Kurt…"

"I am."

Blaine shook his head and stood up, ignoring the throbbing in his jeans while walking over to his own clothes. The guys decided on black and white get-up for the night; classic and nothing too 'in your face'. Blaine was pleased by this.

Kurt quietly got dressed and announced that he was going to the bathroom. He smiled when a shirtless Blaine caught him before he could leave and moaned into the deep kiss he was on the receiving end of a moment later. Blaine then slapped his ass and pushed him towards the door with a wink and Kurt blew a kiss, giggling as he left the room.

Before going down to see his brother and the other band guys, Kurt made sure that he went into the upstairs bathroom to fix himself up. He had sex hair among the other issues and he tended to them quickly, all before finally exiting the room and joining the guys downstairs.

Blaine checked himself in the mirror and there wasn't too much to go over. His hair was still gelled nicely, his boner had dissipated so there was no embarrassing bulge, and his plain t-shirt and black jeans fitted nicely. Now, all that was left to do was go and kill at this club, hopefully line something else up, and enjoy the rest of his break with a certain best friend of his and his stepbrother.

This week was going to be amazing.

….

"This is your little brother?" Malachi asked Finn in a rather confused tone. He and Sean turned to Finn as Thomas and Kurt laughed lightly.

Finn looked at them obviously. "Yes."

"I've been asking him not to call me that," Kurt stepped into the room and smiled at Finn who was chugging some Gatorade, "people always expect a zit-faced 12 year old."

Sean smiled and held out his hand for Kurt to take, as did his bass playing cousin, "Well, it's nice to meet you. It's good that you aren't 12, now we don't have to worry about getting drunk and acting like complete idiots."

Kurt laughed, shaking both cousins' hands before putting each thumb in his front pockets. "I've been excited to hear you guys play and I'm not the type to hold back a bad opinion…"

Finn smirked as he walked over, throwing his arm around his stepbrother. "You won't have to worry about that because you'll love us, even though we may not be classic Broadway enough for your taste."

Kurt looked between Sean and Malachi who nodded that they agreed as Blaine jogged down the steps. "Okay," Finn said, "The gang's all here. We're all packed. Let's get out of here."

Thomas grabbed the keys to his Ford pickup truck as he and Wes walked out first. "We'll meet you guys there. See you later, killers."

Wes nudged Blaine in the forehead, smirking as the man pushed him out the door. "See you guys. Don't get lost, Sean."

"We'll be fine," Sean turned to look at Blaine whose eyes were locked on Kurt's outfit. "We're ready, right? You didn't forget anything?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and walked out the door next, smoothing his hair down as he approached the band's van. It wasn't the chick magnet Finn would've liked, but they had a lot of shit to lug around and a lot of bodies at that. An E-Series van would have to do for now.

The cousins smirked at each other, one mumbling "He's grouchy without his boyfriend here," before following after them. Finn laughed and shook his head, allowing his brother to walk behind them.

"C'mon. B is having one of his 'tired of Sean and Malachi's bullshit' nights."

"Which is every night," Blaine called back, opening up the van's second row of seating and waiting for Kurt to climb in first. Of course, Malachi got into the passenger side with Sean driving, and Finn took the back row of seats. He checked to make sure all their instruments were secure as Kurt slid in the middle row, all the way over to the window, and Blaine hopped in and slammed his door shut, leaving a reasonable amount of space between the two of them.

The van was started up and Sean pulled off, rather recklessly. Malachi looked for something on the radio and once it was on, they let it blare much louder than they all needed to. Kurt glared at the two in the front before settling back into the seat, letting the heavy rock fill his senses. If this was their style, he didn't know how into it he'd be.

Blaine glanced over at him every few minutes along the trip. Nothing too obvious since Finn was sitting behind them, even if his best friend was air drumming along to the beat or looking down at his cell phone for the most part, it'd still be suspicious. Kurt caught him a couple times and made kissy faces that he noticed made Blaine blush before rolling his eyes away, smiling rather adorably to himself because of it.

After maybe 20 minutes of just driving and music, Sean turned the music down and looked through his rearview, smiling at a bored looking Blaine Anderson. What better time to mess with him than now?

"Hey, Kurt."

Kurt, as well as Finn and Blaine looked up at his voice. "Yes?"

Sean switched lanes and smiled sneakily to himself. "We're totally going to find Blaine someone to fuck tonight, and we need your help. You're one of the bros now—"

"Are you freaking serious?" Blaine cut in, looking over to Sean who was smirking in the front. "I'm so over this conversation—"

"I'm thinking an adorable blond or maybe a feisty brunette. Something flexible."

"B doesn't really have a type," Malachi added.

Sean nodded, not caring about the pissed off expression on Blaine's face, "Anything to take his mind off of James, though."

Kurt sat back and listened. His dumbasses alerts were off the radar. "Oh… ok?"

Sean was about to speak when a voice cut in.

"You guys need to lay off of B," Finn said, feeling just annoyed for his friend as Blaine was for himself, "C'mon. He said to let it go, then just let it go."

"Let it go," Blaine reiterated, the seriousness in his voice a bit scary to Kurt. He looked at him for a moment as the man tensed. "I'm being nicer than I care to be right now."

Sean took the hint and nodded, though Malachi snorted a bit. The noise made Finn shake his head as he looked out the window at the dark sky. Idiots.

"He's on his way to Japan. We all should stop talking about this and get in the mindset for tonight's show. If one of is upset… you know, you mess up the whole mood." Finn stated behind them. Kurt wondered if they'd drop it after that, though in the back of his mind he wondered just how serious James and Blaine were. It was confusing. Blaine had one attitude about the two of them while James and other people seemed to think something totally different. But why would Blaine feel the need to lie about James to him if that's what was happening? It didn't make much sense.

"All we're saying is that we're happy he's gone for a while. Maybe we'll get to party—not be tied down by anybody, B." Malachi said with a mock soft tone. "I mean, for a while I thought we'd lost you…the real you."

Blaine glanced up and slouched back in his seat, holding on as Sean hit a bump.

"Me too," the elder cousin said, "I miss the Blaine who would pull any guy he wanted. And then James came along and you went all soft."

"Didn't they go on a date at one point?" Malachi asked him.

"Yup," replied Sean.

"To the lake right?"

Kurt's interest was piqued now and he noticed Blaine's head drop out the corner of his eye.

"Yup." Sean repeated, "He told us we should take all of our prospects there. Toss the pigskin, look out over the water. It's beautiful and they'll think they're special. Then you fuck 'em and move on…. Excuse our language, Kurt."

Malachi smiled as Finn went back to browsing his phone. "That's the Blaine I love. So glad we have him back..."after trailing off he resumed, "you know how many chicks I took to the lake and ended up fucking the same night? Quite a few."

Blaine looked over to Kurt who was now staring out the window, saying nothing. Malachi turned the music up loud again as Blaine tried to get his attention, but Kurt only focused on the sights outside as they rode by. The running back exhaled and slouched down in his seat, looking at the back of the seat in front of him. He couldn't believe his numbskulls friends said that aloud, though he did tell them about the lake… but it wasn't that way with Kurt at all! He really wanted to have a good time with Kurt, and he did. Now… he didn't even know what to say to make this better.

As the van approached the club, Malachi clapped loudly and Finn whooped from the rear of the vehicle. Sean turned the music down and made some noise of his own; the guys adorably hyping themselves up. All except for one.

"So stoked for tonight, bros!"

"We're going to kick ass," Finn looked at the line outside the club as they maneuvered the van to the back, "Look at this shit!"

Blaine wasn't even excited. Not anymore.

Once the van was parked, they all exited. Blaine wanted to pull Kurt aside and talk to him, but it was proving to be difficult. Not only was he getting the cold shoulder, but the guys were hounding him about helping set up.

"Get your guitar, helmet hair. It won't carry itself."

Kurt looked at the line as he waited for them, refusing to give Blaine any form of recognition. To be honest, he was more pissed at himself. This was nothing. They literally had nothing between them, he thought, and here he was defending their 'relationship' to Rachel? The Rachel that was certain Blaine was going to be just a few fucks and then a sayonara.

"A smart Rachel," Kurt said to himself, ignoring the pang of hurt that hit him in the chest.

He knew he shouldn't have been upset. He and Blaine were nothing. He reminded them that they were nothing, even though they wanted to do this 5 day nonsense. Yet, here he was, for some reason, bothered by the fact that Blaine treated him like he treated every other guy he messed with.

"I'm going to run back here and set up the drums," Finn told Kurt, nudging the distracted man in the shoulder. "You okay, there?"

Kurt looked up and in the process locked eyes with Blaine. Quickly looking away and ignoring the sympathetic look on the man's face, he smiled to his stepbrother and nodded. "Had a bit on my mind, but I promise I'm ok. Super excited to hear you guys though, so go set-up."

Finn smiled and nodded, carrying what he could inside while Sean got a few other parts. "Totally. C'mon inside, I'll get you a guest pass."

"I got it," Blaine held his guitar in one hand and urged Finn forward. "Go do what you have to and I'll make sure he has a pass."

Finn thanked him, so happy that his best friend and brother were total bros. "I'll see you on stage man." Before Kurt could protest he was gone, and Malachi brushed past them next.

Blaine observed the look on Kurt's face before the man turned away, going to follow them through the back entrance of the club. Blaine grabbed his arm with his free hand though, stopping him from getting far and turning the taller man around.

"Kurt wait—"

"Yes, Blaine?" He looked bored already and Blaine's face dropped.

"I—Don't listen to them, okay?"

Kurt rolled his eyes as if he was losing interest more and more by the second. "I knew this wasn't special, Blaine. It's fine."

"Listen," Blaine stopped him as he tried to walk off again and Kurt sighed, turning back to face him, speaking before he got a chance.

"It's not like I thought you taking me to the lake was some special thing you did with just me, Blaine. I know what this is," his blue eyes were serious as they looked into Blaine's pleading hazel, "We're fucking. I get it. It's nothing. I'm the one who asked for that to begin with."

Blaine looked at him and let go of Kurt's wrist, shaking his head no. "It isn't nothing."

A small smile fought its way onto Kurt's face, though Blaine could tell he wasn't listening at all. "Can we go get my pass or whatever the hell I need? I need a drink, and you still have a performance to put on," he turned around, successfully this time, and Blaine stood there watching him walk off. "I'm a big boy and I understood the plan all along."

Blaine took a deep breath and walked forward, following behind him as the DJ's music got louder and louder. "Let me buy it for you."

"I'm fine, Blaine."

With that, Kurt entered the club and took a quick look around. Blaine took another deep breath and followed after him.

….

And the night only got worse for Blaine.

He imagined it going a lot differently than it was.

It wasn't anything wrong with their music. The guys were moving through their set list beautifully. Everyone loved their band Kid Soldier. They weren't strictly just catchy like a gimmicky band, but the lyrics were pretty good and they had a lot to offer musically.

Kurt seemed to like their material as he danced with a couple guys in the middle of the dance floor. Blaine's fingers moved along his guitar as he watched, trying not to get jealous while failing miserably. He instead focused on providing back up for Sean before his solo came up. Finn's drumming picked up a bit and Blaine nodded his head to the beat before standing close to his microphone.

You reject my... advances... and desperate pleas...
I won't let you... let me down... so easily.
So easily.

You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.

Kurt glanced up at the stage; his eyes focused on Blaine's as he sang. Blaine watched him, not even looking at the guy behind Kurt as he continued to sing the lyrics, his band mates playing perfectly and the audience going crazy as they danced.

And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.

Kurt smirked and turned away, wrapping his arms around the guy's neck. Blaine fought to ignore it as he looked away and delved into the performance, losing himself in his guitar solo. The crowd went wild, jumping and dancing, followed by Finn's drum solo that had a few girls screaming crazily. The song ended and the group continued to play, transitioning right into the next.

Kurt went over to the bar now, Blaine noticed. His eyes had been following him all night. As Malachi began on bass, he chimed in, watching Kurt who ordered another drink and took a sip turn back to look at him.

"I hope you guys are having a good time tonight," Blaine spoke low into the microphone. Everyone cheered and he smiled, looking over to Sean who swallowed a drink from his water bottle and grinned. "You've been a great crowd. Unfortunately this is our last song for the evening."

Kurt smiled as everyone showed how much they didn't like that idea. He looked to Finn who was pleased and grinned back at him, automatically feeling proud of him. Thomas came to sit next to him at the bar and patted the New Yorker on the shoulder. He had lady friend on the right of him he seemed content with the idea of spending his money.

"I know, you've all been lovely, and we enjoyed being able to play for you guys." He continued to look directly at Kurt as he spoke; the New Yorker sipping his drinking and watching him as well, "So we wanted to openly say thank you, and we're putting it out there that it'd be a pleasure to entertain you all again. We ready boys?"

Sean nodded as he took the first part. Finn provided a steady beat at mouthed along to the lyrics.

You're not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, don't want your feet on the ground
You stay up, you won't come down
You wanna live, you wanna move to the sound

Blaine nodded along to the beat, looking up at Kurt as he sang next.

Got fire in your veins
Burnin' hot but you don't feel the pain
Your desire is insane
You can't stop until you do it again

But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
Maybe you're thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right
That's why you call me in the middle of the night

Sean joined in at the chorus, dancing back to the microphone as he and Blaine harmonized. Kurt bit his lip and stared at him, finishing his drink as he went back to the dance floor. His 'boyfriend' watched him carefully and Kurt danced sexily, another guy not wasting time finding him and joining in.

You say it's urgent
So urgent, so oh oh urgent
Just wait and see
How urgent my love can be
It's urgent

Blaine felt jealousy boiling in his veins, but ignored it. He sang instead.

You play tricks on my mind
You're everywhere but you're so hard to find
You're not warm or sentimental
You're so extreme, you can be so temperamental

But I'm not looking for a love that will last
I know what I need and I need it fast
Yeah, there's one thing in common that we both share
That's a need for each other anytime, anywhere

Kurt looked up at him and smirked after listening to the lyrics. He felt the guy dancing with him hands on his hips and didn't break eye contact with Blaine. The crowd danced, singing along with the lyrics, and Kurt swayed, keeping his attention.

They weren't looking for a love that would last.

They were looking for sex.

Kurt nodded at the lyrics and so did Blaine before getting back into the performance. Sean continued with the chorus and shortly after an encore, they wrapped up.

But what was important was that they understood. Just sex. Nothing more. Even if that meant they were exclusive, they were just exclusive as fuck buddies. Nothing more.

Kurt thought about it and shook his head, turning around to mingle with the guy he'd been dancing with. Nobody said he couldn't make friends…

….

The set did end great. Blaine still felt like shit, but at least he could say that their set went great. The club's manager even seemed like he'd want to throw another event for them since so much money was brought in. But his band members were thrilled so he put on a smile for them.

When they stepped from backstage, of course Blaine's eyes immediately looked for Kurt. What he found, he hated, and made move to go over and introduce himself to Kurt's new friend, only for Sean to pull him back. Once that happened, Finn ran over and hugged Kurt and Sean blocked his view.

"Look who I saw watching you all night," he gestured over to a tall blonde who was on the lounge couch, smiling over at Blaine. Sean hit him on the back and gave a sly smile, urging him forward. "Quick fuck in the bathroom. Show us that you still got it, boss."

When Blaine looked up again, he noticed Kurt staring while Finn hugged one of his friends hello. There was no way he'd let the dicks he called friends messed this up any more, so he walked through a few people towards Kurt, only to see him being led to the bar by this idiot he was with. Blaine rolled his eyes and followed.

"So what can I get you?"

Kurt smiled as he leant against the bar and the bartender walked up. "I think I'll just have a coke—"

"Excuse us."

Even over the music the DJ had on and the chatter of people around them, Blaine's voice was loud and clear. He looked at Kurt's company without falter and the man smiled, fixing his shirt collar as he turned to face him.

"Hey, dude! You were great tonight. I liked that last song especially—"

"Excuse us," Blaine repeated. Kurt looked between the two of them and Blaine didn't move his eyes off the dark haired man.

"I'm sorry?" the guy, Kurt still wasn't sure his name. He may've told him but… whatever. The guy looked to Kurt for an explanation and the New Yorker nodded to the bartender, giving him a thank you.

"Um, this is my—"

"Boyfriend." Blaine eyed him for another few seconds before a cocky smile spread across his lips. "Blaine. So if you'd excuse us…"

The guy rolled his eyes and got up, walking off. Blaine took his spot at the bar next to him and grabbed Kurt's coke, taking a drink.

"What are you doing?"

Blaine took another gulp before answering. "I'm drinking. What are you doing?"

Kurt took his cup back and Blaine continued. "You're flirting with other guys when we're exclusive. Last I checked, that meant you were mine, and I'm sick and tired of explaining that—"

"I'm sorry," Kurt smiled as he ordered something with alcohol now, "I was under the impression that you'd hook up with someone else tonight, so forgive me for not waiting in the lobby while you did some other guy."

Blaine rolled his eyes and glanced around the club. "We're not doing this petty bullshit."

Kurt smiled as he turned to face him. "Now I'm petty?"

"You're acting like a child." Blaine told him seriously. "We had an agreement, whether you got upset with me over some stupidity those idiots said or not. So what the hell are we doing? I could be with someone else right now since you seem so quick to run into the next guys arms…"

Kurt smirked, not giving an answer just yet. Blaine waited patiently, and once Kurt got his drink and took a sip, he gave an answer.

"You know, maybe we shouldn't have that agreement. Five day boyfriend is more like five days of bull."

Blaine nodded, ignoring the pang in his chest.

"You know, we were drunk as hell last night, and blinded by how amazing the sex was this morning. And maybe some other things factored into it, but this whole exclusive thing is ridiculous. I mean, you do treat me like all the other guys you do, right?"

"I treat you nothing like them," Blaine said with a smile, picking up the drink he ordered and playing with the lime, "you have no idea the difference. Just because we went to the lake—a place I took you so that we could be alone… that means nothing."

Kurt smiled. "You took James and whoever the hell else there too, which is fine. I think I'm just a little bitter because for a minute there I fucked up and started liking you. But that's definitely my fault."

Blaine looked at him. "So if I like you too—"

"Stop." Kurt told him. "This whole thing is stupid."

And Rachel was now right 99% of the time.

Blaine looked at him. "Why is it stupid? Because you've been telling me that this is casual and I was fine with that—"

Kurt dropped some money on the counter and stood up. "I'm going outside for air. Have fun with whatever groupie you choose." He pushed through a couple people and walked off, and Blaine stood there getting more and more angry with each step he took. He didn't know Malachi was watching from the stage as he put his drink down and followed, and probably wouldn't have cared if he knew at all. But when Finn watched his brother storm out of the club and saw an angry Blaine following after him, he stopped dancing with the girl he was with and thought about following.

"You are not going anywhere Mr. Hudson."

He looked down at her and forced a smile. "No, I know… I'm here…"

That didn't stop him from wondering what the hell that was about, though…

….

Kurt walked through the car park, forgetting that they parked in the back of the club. He shook his head and stopped, about to head back there when he saw Blaine approaching. A few people walked past them, drunkenly stumbling down the block, and Kurt crossed his arms as he watched the younger man.

"I came out here because I need a minute alone, Blaine."

Blaine looked around the block and saw it was less crowded out on a Sunday. "Why do you need time alone?"

Kurt scoffed and dropped his arms. "Because I do. Just give me some space. Thank you."

He went to walk away but Blaine moved in front of him, making the older man throw his arms up in frustration. "I don't get what there is to be upset about," Blaine said, watching his lips, "I mean, if you want to call it off, fine. What the hell is there to need space for?"

"Maybe it's because for a moment I was dumb enough to think that maybe it could be more." Kurt told him, shaking his head at his own naiveté. "I wanted to remember that moment as something special between us when I went back to New York, possibly, even though we were supposed to be some stupid 5 day thing. I don't know, Blaine. Clearly I'm foolish."

Blaine smirked. "Clearly you're bipolar too."

Kurt glared at him.

"Make up your mind, darling. Did you want more, or did you not?" Blaine questioned, the sly smile still on his lips—the same lips that were centimeters apart from Kurt's right now.

But the New Yorker simply pulled away as he glared. "I want nothing from you, and my mind is made up."

Blaine stood there shaking his head as the man stormed off, swiftly walking through the parking lot. He looked around and put his hands in his pockets, slowly going to follow. "Where are you going?"

"Away from you," he called back, hips swaying probably purposely as he walked. Blaine shook his head again, taking a deep breath as he walked faster.

"You don't know the neighborhood at all…"

Kurt continued to walk. Blaine rolled his eyes and removed his hands, now jogging after him. "Kurt, c'mon. Kurt, stop…" he grabbed his hand and pulled him back, placing him against Thomas's black pickup truck. "Can you just stop?"

Kurt looked him in the eyes and shook his head. "This is so fucking stupid."

Blaine held him against the vehicle as he stood close. "What is?"

Kurt smiled obviously and Blaine felt himself melt. "I don't know you. You don't know me. I came here to see Finn, and just like Rachel said, the first thing I do is get in bed with you." Blaine listened, taking it all into account. "It's my fault. It's not your fault, or James, or Sean and Malachi for pretty much reminding me of why I'm stupid for wanting anything else. It's my fault."

Blaine shook his head no. "Don't listen to Rachel or anyone else. James and I—"

"It's none of my business," Kurt said quickly, holding Blaine's gaze. "I don't know and I don't want to know.

The man nodded now. "So. We're definitely calling this off?"

Kurt took a deep breath. "I don't know what I want but—"

"Then I'll make it easy for you. I'll sleep on the couch."

Then that was it, then.

Kurt looked away and shook his head no. "That—No. I'll just ask Tommy to switch rooms with me or something. I'll stay with Finn." He looked back to Blaine. "Sleeping on the couch won't be necessary."

"I still think this is stupid, but maybe you're right." Blaine told him.

Kurt nodded. "Maybe I am."

Blaine nodded. "I'll get over it."

This garnered a laugh. "I bet you will. You're UofF running back Blaine Anderson." Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine smiled.

"Fuck it, I guess. And fuck you too."

Kurt smirked. "Yeah. Fuck you."

Their eyes found each other's again and Blaine stood there; his hand on Kurt's hip. Kurt licked his lips and stayed still as well; the two forgetting where they were as Blaine's mouth moved closer to his. And then they touched.

They were kissing. Hard.

It wasn't any of the adorable kisses they shared earlier that day. These were hungry mixed with hatred and Blaine controlled the whole thing.

He pressed Kurt against the vehicle and held onto the door as he thrust forward. Kurt moaned; his mouth full of Blaine's tongue as his eyes closed shut, whining at the pain in his back when the younger 21 year old dry humped him against the truck.

Then there was biting and scratching involved. Kurt sucked his tongue when Blaine's nails dug into his thighs—one hand trying to find an open door on Thomas' vehicle before realizing that was stupid. Thomas wouldn't leave doors unlocked. His lips moved to Kurt's neck where he sucked next, and his hands moved to Kurt's jeans where he began to unfasten them.

"Fuck," Kurt's eyes opened when he realized just how hard he was. "We're in the parking lot, Blaine. And I thought we just… can we even call it broke up?—oh fuck!" His chest made contact with the passenger side door as Blaine forced him against it, "Shit… oh my god…"

Blaine dropped to his knees and bit Kurt's now bare ass cheek, smacking the other hard as he sucked hard. The man groaned above him and he moved to the other, sucking a mark. "Stop making so much noise…"

Kurt gasped and his head hit the window, panting as Blaine started to jerk him off and lick over the red skin of his backside. "Blaine, please… I don't even know what I'm begging for just do someth—holy fuck… there! There! Blaine—I hate you so much—"

Blaine stood up and glanced around. He saw someone on the far end of the parking lot and a few more people exiting the club. He unzipped his jeans as Kurt whined into the window, gripping the frame of the truck like a lifeline.

"C'mon… you're at least letting me fuck you one more time if we're stopping this," Blaine grabbed him and walked to the back of the truck, Kurt struggling to follow along with his jeans around his knees. He was picked up a second later and Blaine pushed him back on the bed, moving a few of the band's things and some other fraternity stuff out the way before hopping up too.

"I should let you fuck me at all," Kurt said, watching Blaine grab lube and condom packs from his wallet. "I should make you go find some guy in the party that won't be nearly as good a fuck as me," he said, eyes focused on Blaine rolling the condom over his cock, "and then I should send you the list I made for us that we won't be using now."

Blaine looked around as he rubbed the lube over his cock. He then turned to Kurt and rolled him onto his stomach, seemingly ignoring him.

"I'm only letting you fuck me because I need to get off right now, anyway."

Blaine lined up at his entrance after grabbing a handful of his hair roughly. "Shut up before we get caught."

Kurt smirked, sticking his ass in the air and biting his lip as Blaine slowly pushed inside him. "You should've seen that list. I wanted to make your wildest fantasies come true, Blaine."

Blaine smirked to himself as he moved deeper, sliding out before thrusting back in. He saw Kurt make fists as he gasped and repeated his actions even harder. "What was on the list? I guess you c-can tell me since this is our last time and all…"

Kurt's eyes rolled back as Blaine made contact with his prostate. His neck was hurting from where the man was yanking at his hair, holding his head up while thrusting inside him, but he didn't bother complaining. "A-A lot…oh," Kurt smiled, riding back and groaning when Blaine's hands moved to his waist, "There was wall sex, and pool sex, and—fuck! Yes, right there…"

Blaine sped up and the pickup truck moved in result of his thrusts, "If I wanted you to scream I'd tell you to scream, Kurt."

Kurt steadied himself on all fours as his toes curled in his shoes. "And the sex marathon, with your role playing kink in their somewhere too… I was going to tie you up, and dance for you… shit…fuck me, baby…"

Blaine gripped his hips tighter and pulled Kurt back into him, forcing the man to ride his cock as things moved around in the bed of the truck. A car started a few rows over and the headlights illuminated the dark, causing both men to duck; Kurt biting Blaine's arm when the shift forced him even deeper against his pleasure spot. Blaine kissed his shoulder and worked his hips, fucking Kurt in that position until the car exited.

"You know no one will ever fuck you like this again, right?"

Kurt gasped, holding onto some of the football gear for dear life as Blaine thrust hard inside him again. "D-Do you mean in the b-back…of an F-150? I would have to agree—fucckk…"

"I mean this hard until you have tears coming from your eyes, Kurt," Blaine smiled and grabbed Kurt's cock, beginning to stroke it while holding off on his own orgasm. "I hope you remember this feeling."

Kurt bit his lip too hard and the coppery taste of blood entered his mouth as Blaine continued to fuck him. "Shit, Blaine!"

Blaine slowed down and looked around again. "I think the condom ripped…"

"It's not like I'll get pregnant… I'm so freaking close right now, please !"

Blaine smiled as he thrust in slowly before holding Kurt firmly by the waist, snapping his hips harder and harder until Kurt shouted. He then covered Kurt's mouth with his hand and threw head back, not stopping his assault until he was coming just as hard.

"Dear god, oh shit," Blaine pulled out and Kurt dropped against the truck bed, Blaine's ass hitting the metal hard when he plopped down. "Fuck."

Kurt winced as he rolled over and looked up at the sky; his chest rising and falling rapidly. "How are we gonna clean that up?"

Blaine looked away from Kurt's cum and smirked, watching his hand as he pulled up the condom as carefully as he could. "He doesn't have to know."

They fell quiet a moment later. Blaine tossed the condom somewhere and hopped onto the ground. "So that was the last time, I guess." He looked up at Kurt still lying there as he fixed his clothes.

"I guess so." Kurt answered. "At least now I can focus on not being a shitty brother and guest, I suppose."

Blaine stood there for a while, wondering if he should fight a little harder, all before nodding. It is what it is. "C'mon…. I'm about to go drink something I guess. I need a few beers."

Kurt licked his lips and sat up, sliding out of the vehicle. He jumped onto the ground and pulled his pants up, wincing at the pain in his ass. Blaine watched him quietly before he walked off, leading the way back to the club.

Kurt pulled out his cell phone and noticed it was past midnight. He responded to a few texts before speaking.

"So I guess I'm switching rooms with Tommy when we get back…"

Blaine shrugged.

Kurt looked away and saw a few people stepping outside of the club to smoke. "Alright, then."

"I don't think it's necessary for you to leave the room, but whatever."

Kurt looked at him as he caught up, a slight limp to his walk. "What do you mean?"

Blaine still didn't give him any eye contact. "I mean, I think we could still stay in the same room and not be 'exclusive' or anything. I mean… just friends. Because I think we could be strictly friends, don't you?"

Kurt smirked at the thought. "You mean no sex, just 'bros'?"

Blaine glanced at him and smiled. "Yeah. Just… I guess we started off on the wrong foot. We can be friends."

Kurt laughed and Blaine raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't think so. Two people don't go from angry at each other, to fucking, to best friends."

His roommate licked his lips. "Yeah… so what… what happens now?"

They reached the entrance of the club and Finn stepped out, observing the two of them closely. Blaine turned around and tensed before relaxing as if nothing was out of the ordinary. As if he didn't just screw his best friend's stepbrother. "Oh, hey Finn."

"Hey…" Finn stared at Blaine before gesturing with his head. "We're packed up and ready to go. Sean and I were looking for you two…" his gaze switched to Kurt who was of course quick on his feet.

"Oh… some guy inside upset me and I needed some air," he said with a smile. "Blaine came outside to check up on me."

Finn's face turned serious; his eyes on Blaine. "Who was it? Everything okay?"

Blaine nodded quickly, "Everything is—"

"That was pretty freaking hot, boys," Malachi said with a grin, running up behind them. Blaine turned around, as did Kurt; both giving him a confused look.

"Kurt," Malachi rested a hand on his shoulder, "When we asked you to find Blaine someone to fuck, we didn't think you'd offer yourself."

Kurt's eyes went wide and Blaine dropped his head, feeling Finn tense up behind him. "What?" Kurt questioned.

Malachi smirked. "I didn't think I'd be into the boy on boy thing, but you two are animals—"

Blaine slapped Malachi's hand off of Kurt's shoulder as Kurt silently pleaded with them both to stop. It was too late of course.

"What the hell is he talking about?" the towering man stepped forward and Kurt turned to face him, his eyes closing shut for a moment. Malachi smiled and shrugged at Blaine.

"It's not that big a deal, B. You can tell Finnigan—"

"What is he talking about?" Finn repeated. His voice dropped as he looked from his brother to Blaine now—the shorter man staring back.

Blaine could hear his heart in his chest, and Kurt couldn't think of anything to save face this time. "He's talking about Kurt and I…"