Chapter 6

Kurt loved being in control like this.

He slowly walked across the bedroom; his steps quieted by the University of Florida rug in the center of the room as his fingers undid the buttons of his crisp shirt. He smirked, not bothering to undo his tie, opting to leave it on for the show, if you will.

Blaine’s eyes had gone from a curious, sparkling gold, to a dark and dangerous color reminiscent of coffee. He tried to flex his wrists as he pulled at the ties around them, groaning at the fact that they were secure and he probably wasn’t going anywhere for a while. Kurt unbuttoned his shirt completely and started to sway his hips to the music playing, smiling as he mouthed along to the lyrics. He watched Blaine stare at him; beautiful hazel eyes locked on his every motion and a perfectly pink lower lip held between his teeth.

I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you
Wanna show you how much I'm dedicated to you

Kurt pulled at the black tie around his neck, smiling sexily to himself as he danced seductively. He could tell Blaine was about to complain about the restraints as the elder sat back in his chair with his shoulders straight and legs spread apart. Kurt had stripped the man down to nothing but his green and blue checked boxers, and there was already an impressive bulge showing, which was amazing seeing that there’d been limited foreplay prior to this. As the blue-eyed man removed his white button-down, Blaine’s eyes trailed from Kurt’s lips mouthing along with the words of the song, to his beautifully smooth chest and abdomen muscles. He laughed when Kurt tossed the shirt over at him and it landed over his head.

Wanna show you how much I value what you say,
Not only are you loyal, you're patient with me babe,
Wanna show you how much I really care about your heart,
Wanna show you how much I hate being apart,
Show you, show you, show you, till you’re through with me,
I wanna keep it how it is, so you can never say how it used to be…

Blaine shook his head enough until the shirt fell off behind him. He wriggled his hands behind him again and Kurt smirked, knowing that by the way Blaine’s biceps and abs were tensing, the man was working hard to get himself free.

Of course, it was to no avail.

“I really love this song,” Kurt, standing in the center of the room in only black skinny jeans and a black skinny tie, started to walk a little closer to Blaine. He commanded attention with the sway of his hips, slowly grinding as he lifted his arms and ran his fingers through his flawlessly coiffed hair. “It’s the perfect song for a strip tease and sexy lap dance for my good, oh so good friend Blaine.”

Blaine sat back, biting on his lip as he watched Kurt turn around now. He sighed. All he could think about now that he had the perfect view of the man’s smooth back was how bad he wanted to see it bent over the fucking dresser.

Tonight I'm gonna dance for you

It was early on Tuesday morning— earlier than Blaine and Kurt usually woke up during days off.

But, time was of the essence.

After they had actually ended up hanging with Finn for a majority of the night instead of screwing one another the first chance they’d gotten, the college students wanted to make up for lapsed time, if you will. It was frightening to think that they were so close to losing everything between them the night before. On the outside looking in, the relationship between Kurt and Blaine was only physical, but they knew there was something more. It would’ve been hard to walk away after hurting Finn. Luckily, the quarterback was supportive of their non-exclusive or however they chose to define it relationship, and to show their gratitude, the two hung out with Finn for the night. It was also a way of them saying ‘we aren’t only interested in banging each other non-stop. We want to spend time with you too, you big goof.’

The night was filled with video game playing that Kurt had no interest in, and a marathon of old TV shows the boys grew up on before they’d finally tapped out and called it a night. Blaine fell asleep with a smile on his face after Kurt had climbed into bed with him, hogging all the blankets and snuggling close to the frat boy’s chest. It was nice.

Kurt had risen first. He was on top of Blaine, kissing from his neck up to his ear and whispering sweet nothings when Blaine had woken up shortly after, and it took Kurt no time at all to convince the man that being tied up at 10 in the morning was a good idea.

Luckily for the two, Finn was out with Thomas. They got stuck helping Tommy’s girlfriend and her roommate move into their new apartment. This one was a bit closer to the university. As a result, the frat house was completely empty- save Kurt and Blaine, and the two of them had every intention of taking advantage of the fact.

As Kurt pulled his belt out of the loops of his jeans and tossed it to the bed, Blaine licked his lips slowly. He watched as his not-boyfriend sat down in his lap with his tie hanging from neck as he started to work his hips. Kurt smiled and made sure to maintain eye contact with Blaine before leaning in and presses their lips together.

Blaine was completely enamored with all that was Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel wasn’t only the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on, but he was incredibly smart, ambitious, funny in a very sarcastic way (a way that almost made Blaine want to hit him) and of course, he was beautiful. The way his lips moved and the way his eyes lit up when he was excited was a testament to that, and the running back adored everything about him. The scary thing was, he’d only known him for a little while. Imagine if he could get to know him longer…

Blaine smiled into the kiss as he entertained the thought. Love… it just wasn’t his thing.

Blaine constantly dealt with people bringing up the type of guy that he was. Everyone knew he could be a player, and he wasn’t exactly ashamed of that. Relationships didn’t work for everyone. Maybe one day he could have that. But when he was with Kurt, things were different. It was a good different. Even now with the younger man in his lap; their lips pressed together while the tip of a wet tongue teased the skin of his bottom lip, Blaine could admit that there was more than just this between them. He and Kurt had fantastic chemistry, and if it were possible for him to have more of this, he’d accept more in a heartbeat. However, it seemed the fates wouldn’t allow it.

And that was okay, because this… this was nice. Blaine moaned as Kurt carded his fingers through his hair, grinding on his clothed cock to the beat of the song. To be honest, Blaine knew he sucked at relationships anyway. What he was good at was getting off, and Kurt was great at getting him off. The fates sucked, making him like the New Yorker and all, but the fates were also very smart in preventing anything more from being able to happen.

“You moan like a little whore,” Kurt giggled against Blaine’s lips and sat back, running his hands down the elder’s chest. There was a light dusting of hair there that Kurt found to be the sexiest thing. “I haven’t even done anything yet, you know...”

“Untie me.”

“Nope,” Kurt smiled down at his finger scratching down the center of Blaine’s chest. “You’re not going anywhere. Relax.”

Blaine looked up at him and Kurt met his eyes a moment later, smiling as he pulled his hands back to himself. They moved behind his brown locks, lacing in the hair as he slowly gyrated in Blaine’s lap.

Loving you is really all that's on my mind
And I can't help but to think about it day and night
I wanna make that body rock
Sit back and watch

A moan slipped from Blaine’s lips as Kurt danced seductively in his lap. He needed so much more attention that what the New Yorker was giving him right now—the dance was making things so much worse. Blaine wasn’t good at being teased. He wasn’t good at being tied up. The knowledge of this seemed to make Kurt want to prolong things even further. “Oh my god…”

Kurt laughed now. He full out laughed; sliding his ass away from Blaine’s obvious erection and standing up. The man’s hazel eyes were locked on him, and Kurt couldn’t help but notice just how lust blown they were, and how shallow his breathing had become.

“You look like you really need me, Blaine.” Kurt started to slide the tight black jeans over his hips, not at all missing the way Blaine’s throat bobbed as he watched him. “You look desperate, even.”

Blaine gasped when he saw the thin piece of lingerie Kurt was wearing once the man playfully pushed the jeans down his legs. It was lace, and black just like his tie, and when Kurt turned around and bent over to remove the pants legs from around his ankles, Blaine groaned and pulled harder than before at the restraints around his wrist.

“Fuck,” He stared at Kurt’s ass and felt his cock stand to attention, trying his best to get free. Sure, it wouldn’t be fair if he ruined one of the man’s fantasies because they had rules to abide by here, but come on.

“You okay back there?” Kurt smiled to himself as he finally removed the jeans and tossed them aside. He remained bent over, just out of Blaine’s complete reach with his ass in the dark lingerie in full view. He could hear Blaine groaning and tried not to laugh, knowing this was torture and it wasn’t nice.

But, it was his turn. They played by his rules, today.

He’d probably pay for all of this when it was Blaine’s shot at his fantasy, but god knows it would so be worth it. Kurt never had a lover like Blaine; someone who could fuck him like the fate of humanity depended on it, someone who could give him exactly what he needed from start to finish. He never had a lover who could walk away afterwards and not complicate things.  He knew this would be perfect.

All of those specifics were exactly why he chose to behave the way he was now. Kurt peeked back at Blaine through his lashes, shaking his ass a little and biting his lip innocently. He saw the man’s shoulders tensing and could hear the wriggling of his hands behind the chair. He was nothing if not determined.

Who could blame him with motivation like this? Kurt smiled to himself as he finally stood up straight. He sang along to the lyrics and maintained eye contact with Blaine, almost succumbing to the spell behind those dark eyes that were without a doubt saying “untie me so that I can fuck you”. But he stayed strong, singing and running his hands firmly over his chest and abs—to his hips… over the fabric of the panties and eventually allowing a finger to trail over the bulge there. Blaine sighed.

Kurt sat down on his lap once more and leaned in, working his ass as he danced and running his fingers through Blaine’s hair. Blaine closed his eyes and kept his feet flat on the hardwood floor, not wanting to give in and thrust up. He allowed Kurt to grind over his cock in the thin lingerie and sing softly in his ear, licking along the shell every other line.

Tonight I'm gonna dance for you,
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you,
Tonight I'm gonna put my body on your body
Boy I like it when you watch me,
Tonight it's going down…

Kurt smiled against his jaw and peppered kisses there, not at all surprised when Blaine turned his head and connected their lips. He gave in to the man’s desires, parting his lips and giving him this teeny bit of control, moaning as Blaine’s tongue explored his mouth.

He felt so good.

Kurt closed his eyes and continued to run his fingers through the dark curls at the nape of Blaine’s neck. He slowly grinded in his lap, moaning as he did so because he felt how hard Blaine was, and smiling softly when Blaine bit down on his bottom lip.

“I just,” Blaine pulled away; eyes darker than Kurt had ever seen. “I really need you…” he licked his lips and threw his head back a little when Kurt’s hand moved into the slit of his boxers and finally properly touched him. “Just ride me, please.”

Kurt maneuvered his hand inside Blaine’s boxers, even rolling his balls now. Blaine groaned; eyes falling closed, and Kurt smiled.

“I’m having too much fun with you.”

“Baby…—“

“Ah, ah, ah.” Kurt held a finger to his lips and Blaine’s eyes opened, staring into his own. “Stop it with the pet names. You’ll get too comfortable, like before.” Kurt leant in, biting playfully on Blaine’s cheek before whispering in his ear. “And we both know how you feel about me.”

Blaine couldn’t help but smile, even though it seemed every meter of his body was hot to the touch. Every hair stood up, and his body was yearning for something… for Kurt. But even in the midst of his desire and need, Blaine smiled. He was enamored with all that was Kurt Hummel.

“Are you going to ride me or are you going to keep talking shit?”

Kurt licked his lips and tilted his head to one side. He smiled at Blaine, watching as the man gave him a curious look.  Slowly, he stood up and walked over to the end of the room where his things were. Blaine sighed as he watched him go. The tie and the tiny lingerie… Kurt was going to kill him today.

“What’re you doing, baby?”

Kurt looked through his bag and bit his lip as he considered. “Who?”

Blaine rolled his eyes at his slip up. “Kurt. What’re you doing, Kurt?”

The countertenor made a happy, cutesy falsetto note as he pulled something out of one of the shopping bags he’d returned with yesterday. “Ta-da! I told you I wanted to blindfold you.”

Blaine stared and noticed that it was leopard print blindfold after a moment. He dropped his head, and Kurt turned off the Beyoncé song. “I want you to be able to hear every moan.”

“How can you go from strip teasing for me, to covering my eyes?” Blaine looked up again and stared at Kurt as the man approached. “You don’t think that this is at all paradoxical in a sense?”

Kurt began to remove the underwear and Blaine licked his lips; hands busy working behind him as progress was made, movement by movement. “The last I checked, Blaine, today was my day. That means all of this is under the umbrella of teasing you. I took away your ability to touch me, and now to see me,” he said, walking over once he was dressed in only the tie and putting the blindfold over crazy curls, “but at least you can still…feel…everything.” he smiled, giving Blaine the chance to take him in one last time before sliding the fabric over his eyes. “It’ll even be heightened.” he added as an afterthought.

“It’s contradictory, Kurt.” Blaine didn’t seem to be on board with not being able to see. “Besides, I’m a very visual man.”

“I can cover your mouth, too,” Kurt said, smiling at the sight. “I know you boys have duct tape somewhere around here.”

Blaine sighed.

He could hear Kurt walk off again but didn’t complain this time, steadily working on removing the tie from around his wrist. He’d already pulled one loop off, and Kurt seemed confident enough that he’d done a good job so he wasn’t checking to make sure of anything. The man returned a minute later, and then Blaine lifted his hips as he felt Kurt tugging at his boxers, a groan of satisfaction leaving his body once the pressure around his cock had eased a bit. It was after Kurt pulled the underwear from around his ankle that he threw his head back.

“Oh my god,” Blaine sighed, getting comfortable in the chair. Even he had to admit that this was a little bit hot. It was completely dark, he couldn’t even see a hint of light, but he could hear Kurt’s hands move along his thighs and shaft, and as bad as he wanted to reach out and push the man’s head lower, making him suck him deeper, he couldn’t. He had to deal with the slow licks and soft sucks around the tip of the head. “Kurt…”

Kurt worked on opening the condom as he started to blow Blaine. He felt the man start to writhe beneath him and smirked. If he was this needy already and he was simply licking the vein of his cock, what would happen when he started to bounce on his dick? Blaine would probably have tears leaving his eyes.

“C’mon,” Blaine bit his bottom lip and started to thrust his hips slightly, gasping as Kurt opened his mouth a bit wider to take him. He heard little moans and imagined the man’s lips, soft and pink and stretched around his long cock. “I bet you look so pretty right now,” Blaine breathed out. He could feel the tie around his wrist loosening as his fingers undid another loop and he smiled to himself, relaxing more. “God knows you sound like you like it.”

Kurt looked up at the small smile on Blaine’s parted lips and sucked a little harder on that spot that drove the Floridian crazy. He pulled off with an audible pop and smirked at the reaction it got him. Blaine’s legs always shook like crazy when he sucked hard on the head; his tongue brushing right beneath the tip. “I bet if your hands were free, you’d be holding me in place and fucking my mouth.”

Blaine nodded hard, swallowing at the thought and silently praying that Kurt would do something. Anything. He couldn’t deal with much of this constant stopping… not right now. “You know that I would.”

Kurt smiled, standing up and sitting just on the edge off Blaine’s thighs, resting his weight on his strong knees. He started to roll the condom on and stared at Blaine’s lips as he did.

He felt guilty about it too, which seemed crazy to Kurt. But it was probably because Kurt knew that he was getting to stare, and he shouldn’t be staring. He shouldn’t be stealing glances when Blaine didn’t know. He shouldn’t be enjoying any of this at any level other than sex, because that’s what they both knew to be the plan and that’s what Kurt had made himself swear was the plan. They were idiots at the beginning to think of this as anything more. It should’ve been this way. But, heaven help him. Kurt loved the way the man’s lips curved into a smile when Blaine got impatient and started to beg with a ‘please, Kurt’ that he only let slip because Kurt had put the condom on him and resulted to sitting there, staring. He loved the silly face he made as he started to wiggle his nose and ears, hoping that the blindfold would magically fall off. He loved that Blaine trusted him enough to do this, and that Blaine’s instincts were to call him baby, and want more with him.

But he hated everything about this.

“Kurt,” Blaine bit his lip, starting to worry. “You can’t just slap a condom on my willy and sit there. What’re you doing? If you need help just untie me and I’ll sit you on my cock myself—“

“Shut up, asshole,” Kurt smiled, sighing and leaning in to kiss his lips. He felt Blaine tense as if he’d known something was wrong, but after Kurt deepened it, the man relaxed. He looked over to the bed and reached for the lube, pouring some into his palm.

“If you’re a good boy while I’m riding you, I’ll let you take off the blindfold.”

Blaine smiled. “What about the wrist ties?”

Kurt hummed. “We’ll see. But I doubt that. This is too much fun. I may leave you there all day,” he smirked, stroking Blaine’s cock and making sure it was covered entirely. He watched the man bite his lip and smiled. “Now,” he said, “I will let you sit here and listen as I stretch myself.”

Kurt got up and went over to the bed before lying down. He heard the “oh my fucking god you can’t be serious” that slipped from Blaine’s lips and tried his best to hide his laughter, lazily pumping his cock as he slid a finger around the rim of his ass. “Mm, I’m sorry Blainey. But if you haven’t realized yet, I’m a pretty conniving bitch.”

Blaine licked his lips. He was pretty sure he could remove the tie from around his wrist now but he wanted to hold it for a special moment. Perhaps a moment when Kurt was being his undeniably cocky self; probably thinking about denying Blaine the chance to come until he’d had his second orgasm. He’d wait, and then he’d grab the man and bend him over, screwing every arrogant thought out of his head and replacing them with images of Blaine, thoughts of Blaine, the name Blaine spilling off his lips as he cried for Blaine to do whatever he pleased to him. He smiled then.

Kurt moaned; one finger- two knuckles in. He looked at Blaine and the man seemed to be in a world of his own, eyes covered and thrusting up into nothing as he imagined whatever was going on in his dirty little mind. Kurt bit his lip and let his head hit the bed.

He could not wait to be on top.

“I am so tight,” Kurt worked that one finger deeper, “you wouldn’t believe it.”

“Then come over here so I can find out.”

“I’m not—oh,” Kurt crooked his finger and smiled to himself. “I’m not ready yet. Two more fingers.”

Blaine nodded, licking his lips. “Let me hear you. It’s the least you can do since I can’t watch…”

Blaine’s voice disappeared in the midst of Kurt’s rapid thoughts as the man stared the footballer’s body up and down. He was sat their completely naked and bound, patiently waiting for Kurt. Hot wasn’t hot enough a word to describe it.

Kurt stuck a second finger inside himself and moaned, and his eyes were glued to Blaine’s lips first, and then the way his cock reacted to the sound. He smiled to himself, stretching his hole slowly and then adding another finger after a moment; nothing but thoughts of licking from the taut abs up to his neck, and making Blaine yearn for him on his mind.

“Shit,” Kurt gasped, legs shaking a bit as he started to ride his fingers. “I think I’m ready. A-Are you—“

“Yes!” Blaine answered obviously. “I’ve been ready since you woke me up. Enough is enough already, beautiful—“

“Ah, ah—“

“Kurt,” the elder corrected, “Kurt. Please, just let me fuck you.”

Kurt finally had mercy as he slid his fingers out and licked his lips. Blaine was silent now. He hung his head and sat, no doubt waiting for Kurt to finally finish what he started. The man got up and walked over, pulling Blaine by the hair and making him toss his head back. He lowered himself into the man’s lap, over the slickened cock, and watched the reaction with a smile.

“Yeah…” Blaine could feel Kurt’s hands in his hair and the tightness around his dick as his friend slid down. He fought not to thrust up and simply remained still; Kurt’s hands sliding down his chest now. “So good… too good, Kurt…”

Kurt’s eyes were closed. His lips were parted. He dug his nails into Blaine’s chest as he lowered himself, getting used to the stretch once again. “So fucking good… how should I ride you?” Kurt questioned, opening his eyes and watching Blaine slowly lick his lips. He wanted to lift his blindfold and stare into his eyes, tell him how perfect it felt whenever they were together, but that wasn’t a part of the plan. “Should I… should I go fast or slow?”

Blaine sighed, slowly removing the ties. He bit his lip as it fell to the floor. “I need to fuck you, Kurt. Ride me hard, ride me fast—“

“I think I’ll go slowly.” Kurt said with a smile. He placed his hands on the man’s shoulder and started to grind, working his ass leisurely and moaning when the head of his cock rubbed against Blaine’s abdomen. “I absolutely love driving you crazy.”

Blaine thrust up and Kurt bounced in his lap. There was a gasp, and then a short chuckle, and finally a moan as Kurt slammed down repeatedly. Blaine clenched his fists.

“You’re not behaving,” Kurt slowed down again. “Let me handle this.”

“You’re j-j-just teasing. I swear when it’s my turn I’m—“

“What’re you going to do?” Kurt slowly grinded as he stroked himself. “Huh, B?”

Blaine shook his head. “I bet you have that stupid little smirk on your face,” he thrust up again and licked his lips at the moan Kurt let out. “Damn.”

“But,” Kurt’s hands ran up Blaine’s chest and linked behind his neck, “you find my stupid smirk adorable. And yes, I am smirking because this is hilarious,” he told him with a laugh as rode slowly. “If only you could see it. I bet you’d—“

Blaine reached up and removed the blindfold, opening his eyes afterwards and flicking it across the room. He smiled when Kurt stopped moving completely and stared with a dropped jaw and wide eyes. Blaine could only smirk.

“You bet I’d what? Fuck you senseless?”

It took Kurt a minute to close his mouth and formulate words, but eventually he’d gotten there. “I—How’d you get free? I tied you—oh! Blaine!”

Blaine laughed as he lifted Kurt into the air and dropped him on the bed. The man bounced up after the impact and turned, trying to crawl away. He didn’t get far before Blaine grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him back, eliciting a loud laugh from Kurt.

“No,” he laughed, kicking at him and eventually giving up when Blaine reached around him and started to stroke his cock. “Oh my god, B-Blaineee.”

Blaine thrust forward and his hips pushed Kurt down on the bed. He shook his head as the younger man grabbed a pillow, putting it beneath his head.

“You are so going to get it,” Blaine lifted him by the hips and lined up at his entrance, not even having to thrust in before Kurt was pushing back. “Good boy.”

Kurt moaned as he got up on all fours. “You know, you’re not supposed to rebel in my fantasy… oh shit fuck me…there B…”

Blaine watched his cock move deep inside of Kurt’s ass, aiming to leave bruises with how hard he was holding the small, pale waist. He dragged his hands to the small of Kurt’s back and rested them there, thrusting in and out as he hit that spot over and over. “You wanted me to get free, didn’t you?” he asked in between thrusts. “That’s why you used that knot. You knew I’d get free and I’d be so, so fucking turned on—damn,” he sighed; legs starting to shake. “I’d be so turned on that I’d want to do this… to bend you over… to make you take it…”

Kurt rested his head on the pillow; ass arched. He smiled, but couldn’t really reply through the shaky ohs and ahs, and don’t ever fucking stops.

The answer was definitely yes though. He’d gotten his real fantasy after all.

And damn, if it wasn’t so worth it.

….

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

Finn nodded to Thomas before he smiled. This was something that he wanted to do for a long time. His mom even gave him permission, not that he needed her approval. After all, he was 21 now and that made him a legal adult. That didn’t mean he didn’t consult her though, you know. Just in case…

He was certain that he wanted to do this, as crazy as it was. And maybe Kurt would say that Finn was lashing out or doing something crazy in attempt to catch Rachel’s attention during one of his trips to New York, but that wasn’t even the case. He had wanted to do this for himself for a while now. It was cool!

“I am going through with this Tommy. You, Blaine, and I are like the only dudes at the frat house without one. Why is that?”

Thomas shrugged. “I always thought earrings were a girl thing. Just my opinion.”

Finn smiled and looked down at his phone. “Well I think I want one. It’s time for a change, and if I don’t like it I can easily take it out. The hole will close.”

Thomas nodded. “You’re right… just saying.” he looked around the mall and saw the tattoos and piercing shop from where they sat in the food court. “So what are we waiting for?”

“Kurt,” Finn told him. “He and Blaine are on the way and he promised to hold my hand.”

Thomas smiled before shaking his head. “Um… what’s up with that anyway?”

Finn raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Kurt and Blaine,” his friend said obviously. He fixed his glasses and hoped he wasn’t treading on thin ice. “You know… after the other night.”

“Oh,” Finn shook his head and looked down at the Band-Aid on his thumb. He got a cut that morning while helping Tommy’s girlfriend move in and she had cool Angry Birds Band-Aids. “The other night. We um, got that settled. I still feel weird about it but I trust them and as long as they respect each other, I don’t care. It’s not my business.”

Thomas looked at him for a moment before nodding. “Wow. That’s really big of you, man.”

“I know,” Finn pocketed his phone. “Plus, I have this feeling that by the end of the week, they’ll be totally head over heels in love with one another. I don’t want to come in between that.”

His friend laughed. “You’re a good man. Blaine’s a totally obvious one,” Thomas gestured in the direction behind Finn. “Look at him now.”

“What if I got a tattoo?” Kurt turned to look at Blaine as they strolled through the noisy mall, swaying his hips as they walked. “Nothing big, you know? But something meaningful.”

Blaine licked his lips, looking around for Finn and Thomas as he swayed next to Kurt. He saw a few faces he knew here and there, but most all his friends were away for the break. “You could put my name on your ass.”

Kurt smiled. “You disgust me.”

“Just a suggestion,” Blaine placed his hand on Kurt’s hip as they walked. “Or an important date. Something for your parents, match a tattoo to your best friend’s… I don’t know. It’d be up to you. I’m not good at that sentimental stuff.”

Kurt didn’t bother knocking Blaine’s hand away as he finally spotted Finn and Thomas. Both of them appeared to be smirking at him and there was no need to remove it now. The damage was already done. “I’ll think it over. There they are.”

Blaine followed him over, not realizing why Thomas was grinning at him the way he was. That was of course until he discovered his hand was possessively over Kurt’s waist. He pulled it back when they reached the table and looked at Finn.

“Hey guys.” Blaine greeted. Kurt smiled at them. “Hey.”

They were met with knowing smiles and Blaine tried not to react much. “So, how was helping Bonnie move?”

Thomas nodded at each of them as an answer and Finn smiled. “It was pretty hard. She and that roommate of hers had a lot of shit in that cramped up flat they were at.”

“I keep telling her she’s a hoarder.”

Kurt smiled. “I want to meet her before I go. I bet she’s a doll.”

Thomas nodded. “When we all go down to Miami on Thursday, we’ll have a beach day together. I think she’ll love you.” he said, standing up. “And you’ll love her, too. She’s amazing. That’s if you two aren’t too… held up for you to meet her and all.” He winked at Blaine and Kurt smirked, all before Finn joined them.

“You boys ready?”

Blaine shook off Thomas’ silly behavior and turned to walk with the group. “The question is ‘are you ready to look like you’re something out of a 90s boy band?’”

Finn pushed him off and Tommy laughed. Kurt shook his head at their behavior, smiling as they walked to the piercing shop.

….

From Rachel:

How’s the trip? Santana and Felix came over. Santana is going through your things, and it made me think of you. Nice fleshjack by the way! Didn’t know you were into toys. Anyhoot, what’re you up to?

“I look fly.”

“You look stupid. And you cried.”

“I tear’d up, there is a difference!” Finn checked his reflection in one of Kurt’s pocket’s mirror as they sat waiting for their food in a Johnny Rockets restaurant. “No but seriously, this is awesome. I should’ve gotten both pierced.”

Kurt worked on a reply to the text as Blaine draped his arm over the top of his chair. “I was totally going to get my eyebrow pierced. Maybe my tongue. I’d be hot.”

Thomas snorted. “You are afraid of getting a flu shot, are we supposed to believe you’d pierce your tongue?”

To Rachel:

Can you please get her THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BELONGINGS?! Thank you.

The trip is going well. Well it did hit a snag but now, everything is much better. I’m at a restaurant with food that is full of carbohydrates with your ex-boyfriend and his goofy friends. Can you tell Felix I said hey? I’ll be able to call him later.

“I don’t know how anyone can pierce their cock,” Finn shuddered at the thought and Blaine smiled.

“It’s the same reason all the slutty girls you mess around with pierce their tongues. It’s to drive people wild in bed. Personally, I think it’s crazy, but that’s why guys do it.”

Kurt shook his head. “Can’t you idiots find anything better to talk about? We’re in a family establishment.”

Thomas smirked as Blaine looked at Kurt, puckering his lips. Kurt laughed and pushed him off.

“You two are cute. I thought you weren’t going to… you know… be boyfriends.”

Blaine smiled at Finn as the waitress finally showed up, and Kurt glared at his brother and replied. “We aren’t. Your best friend is just totally sprung.”

Blaine rolled his eyes as Finn smiled at him. “That sounds pretty right, B.”

“Thank you,” Thomas smiled at the waitress and immediately grabbed for his fries. “Oh my goodness these are good.”

Blaine returned his hand around Kurt’s shoulders and looked over at him. He was used to the way his friends inhaled their food, though the neighboring table seemed to be almost insulted. Or maybe they were scared. Kurt read a message as he sipped on his diet coke.

“Who are you talking to?”

Kurt looked up, opening his mouth as Blaine held a french fry there. He answered after chewing. “Rachel and now Felix. She’s just checking up and I haven’t spoken to him since Sunday. He worries.”

Finn wiped barbecue sauce off his mouth. “Felix… whatever happened to him? He was pretty awesome.”

Blaine bit his lip before taking a bite of his burger instead. He listened closely. Part of him knew Kurt would go back to New York and he’d probably fall back into whatever he had with Felix, and before long they’d be back in that ‘relationship’, whatever that consisted of. Kurt told him he didn’t feel the same, but old habits die hard.

“Nothing happened to him,” Kurt said, placing his phone down. “We just aren’t together. I still do consider him a close friend of mine.”

Thomas observed Blaine’s face and knew his frat mate was jealous. It was cute. 

“Sucks. He seemed nice.”

Kurt nodded before turning his attention to Blaine. He smiled and stole one of his French fries. “What’s on the agenda for tonight? I think I want to watch old movies.”

From Rachel:

When you say snag, I guess that means Finn found out you were screwing his best friend. I’m not at all surprised. Oh, and I TOLD YOU SO.

That never gets old. =D

“That sounds good,” Blaine looked down at the phone as it vibrated. “I would prefer it if you turned that off when we’re alone though.”

Kurt smiled, reaching for the phone. He felt Blaine kiss his cheek before returning to his food. “What if someone needs to get in contact with me?”

Finn and Thomas were talking about inviting Sean and Malachi over to play video games. Blaine rolled his eyes at that. He looked at Kurt. “I don’t know. I guess you can leave it on. But you can’t waste time texting Felix because I only have a few days with you. He has you all the time. It won’t be fair.”

To Rachel:

He was pissed. But, we worked it all out, and he’s fine with us now. So. =P

“You’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not.”

“But you are.” Kurt turned to him and Blaine gave him eye contact. “And I won’t let him interfere with your time, ok? We’re going to hang out tonight and you’ll have my full attention.”

Blaine grabbed his coke and nodded. “Ok.”

Finn smiled. His best friend and his brother were falling hard for each other and they were both too stupid to see it. And people labeled him the dumb one.

….

“You’re really comfortable.”

The movie playing was Sunset Boulevard. It turns out that Blaine owned a bunch of classics. He owned a VCR too—it was actually one of those that were combined with the DVD player. The VCR came in handy whenever he was in the mood for some of the classics he didn’t own on DVD or Blu-Ray, and this was one of those nights.

Kurt let his finger trail up Blaine’s bare chest as he traced patterns along his warm skin. He listened to the dialogue of the movie and smiled. Both Burt and Elizabeth would have movie nights together when he was little and he could remember his little self thinking that it was so romantic. They would tuck him in together and then retreat to the living room; cuddled on the sofa as some movie starring Grace Kelly began to play. Kurt sometimes snuck downstairs under the guise of wanting a glass of warm milk, and the sight never failed to make him smile. He wanted that for himself one day. Romance was beautiful, and even though he didn’t really have that right now, he knew he wanted it one day.

“Thank you.” Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and continued to watch the movie. Even though he’d seen it a million times, it never got old. “I’m known around campus for my cuddles, believe it or not.”

Kurt smiled as his fingers graced over Blaine’s rib cage. “Why am I not surprised that you’re a cuddle whore?”

“I’m just a comforting guy,” Blaine replied with a smile. “And you’re not so bad yourself.”

They fell quiet again. The movie had taken over their interest. Kurt found himself smiling at certain parts, remembering when he’d seen the musical put on by his classmates at NYADA and a guy he happened to hate flopped hard. It was beautiful.

“I want to ask you something.” Blaine spoke softly, not wanting to disturb their comfortable silence, but really needing to talk. He’d been debating bringing this up tonight, not really wanting to mess up the flow of things.

Kurt looked up and kissed Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine loved looking down and seeing Kurt wearing only one of his U of F football t-shirts. He looked adorable and sexy at the same time, and he couldn’t understand how the combination was so perfect with him. “What did you want to ask, B?”

“If you don’t want to answer, don’t bother.”

Kurt nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ok,’ Blaine stared at the television. Looking at Kurt tended to overpower him at times; this time being one of them. “I know that we have talked about this before but now, with the whole ‘strictly beneficial’ relationship we have established as the one that will remain going forward…”

He trailed off and Kurt looked up at him, kissing his cheek and willing him to continue. Blaine smiled softly as the younger spoke. “I think I know where you’re going.”

Blaine nodded. “I’m curious as to what happens when you leave.”

Kurt bit his lip and turned to the television. The black and white movie continued on without their attention, and he moved closer to Blaine’s body, loving how Blaine enveloped him and the sound of his heartbeat played against his cheek. “Last time, we promised to keep in touch and—“

“There was mention of phone sex,” Blaine said with a sad smile. “But let’s put that in the past. We’ve began all over again since then. Is that still what you want?”

Kurt kissed Blaine’s chest and adored the feel of the warm skin against his lips. This was the type of conversation that could complicate everything they established. With only three full days left to really get to enjoy one another’s company— whether that’d be in bed with one another or even outside, holding hands even though they know they shouldn’t, complication was the last thing Kurt wanted. And it wasn’t fair because this felt like something he could’ve loved. Waking up next to Blaine, kissing Blaine, PDA in public places with Blaine… it was just everything. He’d never felt as passionately about those things as he did now, with a guy who he was simply ‘fucking’, and it wasn’t fair. He wanted this but he couldn’t have it.

“Kurt?” Blaine’s voice was soft. He let his hand run through Kurt’s hair and rubbed his arm, hoping to let him know without so many words that whatever the answer was, it’d be alright…whether or not he believed that himself.

“Yeah,” the man smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying Blaine’s touch. “I’m sorry. I was thinking.”

They fell quiet again and Blaine made note not to rush him. He let Kurt think it out, as he wasn’t so certain of what he wanted the answer to be.

Well, Blaine knew what he wanted the answer to be. He just wasn’t sure if that was what either of them needed at the moment. Not with things the way they were.

“This really sucks, because I try and keep things a certain way, Blaine Anderson. But then you hold me like this and all I can think about is how I would love to be held like this every night.”

Blaine remained quiet. He massaged Kurt’s scalp as the boy spoke, waiting to hear the rest.

“But the fact of the matter is, you won’t be able to. And I won’t be able to kiss you and call you an idiot when you rub my skin care products on your nipples trying to make me mad at you.”

“And succeeding,” Blaine’s voice sounded sad and Kurt closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of the man’s heart. He placed another kiss there before continuing.

“To answer your question, I honestly don’t know.” Kurt’s hand fell on Blaine’s thigh, and he thumbed at the NFL logo there. “I want to go home and I guess talk to you all the time. Know that you’re thinking of me, maybe even outside of what we do in bed. I want to know how your day went and if you did well on an exam and if you daydreamed about me. I want us to be able to remain friends, not just because of my brother or because I don’t want it to be awkward when we see one another again, but because you’re a great guy and you genuinely make me feel good.”

Blaine nodded in response. All of that did sound like what he wanted. He wanted a lot more too, but those types of relationships failed quickly. Didn’t they? He didn’t know anyone with a successful long distance relationship. “Those are things you want. What will happen when some guy, or maybe even Felix—“

“What will happen when James is back?”

“Don’t get defensive,” Blaine bit back; his almost possessive hold on Kurt even tighter. “I just want to know. Are you going to move on with other guys?”

Kurt shrugged and Blaine looked away from the boy in his arms and up at the television. That wasn’t the response he wanted. “I can’t say that I won’t have a night where I’m with someone else. Felix or whomever. I can say, however, that I know it won’t compare to what we have.”

Blaine’s hold loosened a bit. “All right.”

“And you can’t honestly say that you know without a shadow of a doubt that you won’t end up screwing someone else either.”

“I know that.” Blaine began to rub the New Yorker’s arm again. “I know. But I would try if you wanted me to.”

“And what would be the point of trying?” Kurt asked, almost sadly. “I’ve thought about this too, you know. It’s the main reason why I’ve been fighting to keep this strictly sexual. I do have feelings and you are someone I like, I can’t deny that, but at the end of the day we have to remember that we’re college juniors who still have a year remaining.”

“What it really comes down to is if you believe your feelings are strong enough for us to try anything more.” Blaine told him. “If we wanted it to work we could make it work, you know. After you go back to New York. We’ll see each other. I’ll be there soon for Thomas. Summer break isn’t that far off. We could spend a couple months together and—“

“And then you’re back in Florida,” Kurt said barely above a whisper. “And I’m there. You’re a football star, you travel with the team, you’re in this fraternity—“

“You think that I’d put all of that above you?” Blaine asked, and it wasn’t hard to hear the pain he was trying to mask. Kurt sat up now.

“Blaine,” Kurt turned and took his hands, “we’re betting so much on the fact that we’d actually make it past the summer. You’re incredible and all. We have so much fun together, but we barely know one another.”

Blaine stared at him quietly.

“It’s one thing for us to continue talking after I leave Florida, and get to know one another more so that maybe if we did like the idea enough to try, we could. But I’d be a dick to ask you not to screw James or whoever in the meantime.”

“Well I’m asking you not to screw Felix or anyone else in the meantime so you can call me a dick.”

Kurt dropped his head. “This isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

“I get it,” Blaine told him, playing with Kurt’s hand in his. “I know what you’re saying. Trust me. This is unrealistic. Who starts out as fuck buddies and then, miles and miles away, tries to maintain a relationship when all they’ve been in the past is a player, right? You and I aren’t very different.”

Kurt listened, looking up at Blaine as he spoke.

“We care very little for anyone else and we proved that. So how can you trust me, or I trust you, to care about a potential real relationship between the two of us? And this is especially when we aren’t going to be able to see each other every day. It’s a lot to ask and I get that.”  

“I just don’t want either of us hurt, and if we do this that’ll happen.” Kurt said. “If we did anything other than fuck this week, we’d end up ruining things in the long run. That’s the reason why we created the rules, and that’s why the whole ‘not exclusive’ thing was put into place.”

Blaine forced a smile and rubbed his forehead. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“I’d rather much prefer it if you said what is on your mind.”

Blaine pulled him back closer and kissed the man’s neck, realizing how Kurt relaxed when he held him this way. “I don’t want to fight with you, baby. Let’s just finish the movie.”

Kurt closed his eyes and the feeling of Blaine’s lips on his neck threatened to make his toes curl. “I… don’t call me ‘baby’, Blaine.”

Blaine smiled, nibbling his way up Kurt’s ear. “I’m sorry. How about we just deal with whatever will happen after this week, after this week? I won’t ask you not to continue on with life the way it was, and you don’t have to ask me not to either.”

Kurt nodded his head, though he dreaded that idea. But, that idea was what was best. Life was going to go on after this week, and he couldn’t expect things to be different with Blaine. He couldn’t ask for him to change when they were both in different states, and he couldn’t be sure that even he could. “Okay, Blaine.”

Blaine nodded and placed a kiss to Kurt’s lips. He held the boy’s cheek softly as he kept the kiss light, and pulled away with a smile.

Kurt loved that smile.

“Thank you for talking to me. I like knowing that we have the type of relationship where we can talk things out.”

“Me too,” Kurt said with a small smile. He turned his head, laying it on Blaine’s chest like before and going back to tracing the patterns down to the man’s abdomen. Blaine held him close like nothing had even happened, and they fell back into the comfortable silence of before, watching the movie.

Tomorrow was another day. It was a day closer to them having to say goodbye. It was a day where they’d probably end up having sex and pretending that this wasn’t tearing at the both of them. Silently, they made an agreement to make the most of it.