From Kurt:

Wake up.

From Kurt:

Blaine. Wake up.

From Kurt:

Wake up wake up wake up wake up

From Kurt:

Youre not going to make me climb the stairs are you? You really suck.

Blaines phone had been going off a lot in the past ten minutes. He refused to open his eyes because the exhaustion was real, but he knew for sure that someone must have been on the verge of death for his phone to be going off like this. Slowly but surely, he rolled over in bed and rubbed tiredly at his half open eyes. The 20 year-old smiled to himself when he realized that instead of being in his three-man dorm room, he was at home in the comfort of his own full sized bed, staring at his Led Zeppelin posters.

Home sweet home.

He lazily reached for his cell phone to see just what the emergency was, not at all surprised when messages from Kurt dominated his lock screen. He read them with a smile and memories filled his mind; images of his stepbrother waking him up early on Saturday mornings to watch the dorky cartoons they were into together and stuff their faces with a stack of pancakes – Kurts strawberry and Blaines chocolate chip with banana. He didnt know if they were doing their Pancake and Cartoon Saturday today but Kurt mustve been up to something to send the man a message every 2.5 minutes.

To Kurt:

Im up now. Thanks -_- What do you want, brat?

As he climbed out of bed, the man went over to his things to get ready for a quick shower. He heard a knock on the door as he put his sweat pants back on and in poked the head of Kurt; an annoyed look on his face.

"You really decide to text me back after I had climbed all 14 of the steps? Really?"

Blaine smiled as he tiredly scratched at his curly head. "Well youve never been the patient type, kid. What do you want?"

Kurt was already dressed as he leant against the doorframe, smiling at his stepbrother. He wore a well-fitting V-neck shirt that was a rosy pink color with a navy blue cardigan over that, and these skinny jeans that were incredibly tight. They were black with white stripes (or white with black stripes) and Blaines eyebrows went up as he wondered to himself how in the hell Kurt accomplished getting into those without hurting himself. "Well," Kurt began to speak and broke the elder out of his trance. "You can win the title of Best Big Brother in the Universe award if you play chaperone at a party Santana invited me to tonight."

Blaine grabbed his towel and looked at Kurt with skepticism. "Is there a reason you cant go to this party by yourself?"

Kurt smiled widely and Blaine stared at him. He knew that look. "Its a college party and –"

"Nope."

"—all of my friends are going including Ethan and if—"

"No, Kurt."

"—you come along too my father may be less likely to go berserk. I know you think something bad is going to happen but Im not a stupid teenager. I can handle myself."

Blaine dropped both hands at his side as he looked at him. "Kurt, listen. Im not questioning your level or intelligence, I just think me taking you to a party thatll have liquor and probably other substances you and your friends dont need to be around – oh, and idiotic boys – is probably not the best idea. If my mom or Burt find out because something really dumb happens, both of us will be in trouble but mainly me. I didnt come home looking for trouble," he went over to his Jamison slippers and slid his feet into them; loofah in hand. "I came home to spend time with the family that I love."

Kurt sighed as he stood up straight. "Yale has turned you into a really boring young man."

Blaine smiled at that, chuckling a bit. "Id rather be boring than be the stepbrother of a kid who drank something he was slipped at a college party when he was still in high school and was really hurt because of it."

"I only want to go to have a good time, Blaine. Im not going to get drunk," Kurt stepped back into the hallway as Blaine pushed past him, walking towards the bathroom. "And dont you want to have a good time? Im sure therell be hot guys there. I know how much you like screwing the straight guys who are in their experimental stage," Kurt said teasingly, running a hand through Blaines curly locks as he followed him. Blaine smirked and stopped short, turning to face him. "Ive heard all about you."

"Let me get this right," Blaine continued to talk to his brother as he reached back for the bathroom door. "You want to go hang out at some stupid party with Ethan, and youre dragging me along so that mom and Burt think its all good, and so that Im not bored while you and your fetus friends live it up at said party, you want me to find a straight guy to do in the meantime? What have you become, little bro?"

Kurt smiled as he fell back against the wall opposite Blaine. "Ive become a normal teenage boy, doing the same things you did when you were a high school senior. Now are you going to take me or should I just sneak out after the folks are asleep?"

Blaine took a deep breath and dramatically looked up at the ceiling. "Youre really making me afraid to go back to Yale. What in the hell do you do when Im not home, Kurt?"

"Im a good kid, Blainers. You know that. I just want to make the most of my last year in this hell hole. Come on? Please?" Kurt walked over to his stepbrothers side and leant into him, wrapping his arms around Blaines shoulders. "The title of Best Big Brother in the Universe isnt one just given out every day, you know? Its an honor to be bestowed with such a heading."

Blaine rolled his eyes and shrugged out of Kurts grasp. "Whatever."

"Really?" Kurt jumped back with a toothy grin as he stared at the shorter man. Blaine only glared at him in his rumpled Batman t-shirt and Yale sweat pants before turning and entering the bathroom.

"Dont make me regret it."

"I love you!" Kurt almost tackled him as he kissed his stepbrother on the cheek. Blaine smirked and wiped the wet kiss from his face with the back of his palm. "Im so going to get you a Best Big Brother in the Universe plaque made! Youre the best!"

"Yeah sure," Blaine pulled off his t-shirt and ignored Kurts wolf whistle and wink when he was there shirtless in front of him. "Go put on some looser pants by the way. Thats not going to fly at this party tonight. Im not having at."

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes, leaving the bathroom. Blaine shook his head and peeked out into the hallway. "Im serious!"

He was ignored, though. Kurt went back downstairs, humming to himself as he did so. Blaine smiled and sighed, closing the door and undressing for his shower.

…

"So howd it go with Brittany last night?"

Santana rolled her eyes at the question as she sipped her chocolate milkshake through a pink straw. "Shes been really stubborn lately. I tried explaining that the object of Spin the Bottle is to kiss the person that the bottle lands on after its spun, but shes convinced I cheated on her with Elliot of all people. Can you imagine me cheating on Brittany with Elliot? Thats the only guy I know equally as gay as you are."

Kurt ignored the latter part of her statement as he lounged back in the restaurants bench seat, picking at his salad. "Just try to get her to come out to the party tonight. Im sure shell forget all about it."

"Shes coming," Santana sighed and looked across the restaurant, her eyes finding Kurts stepbrother and some of his old friends from McKinley. "I just hope that there isnt a spontaneous game of Spin the Bottle going on at any point in time because I dont want them to trigger any memories for her."

Kurt smiled after he swallowed a bite of his food. "I hope theyd have better activities at a college party to be honest with you."

"Speaking of college," Santana smiled and leant forward on the table, her brown eyes piercing through her best friend. "Hows big brother been doing? I bet you wish you could hit that… he looks delicious."

Kurt rolled his eyes at her and tried not to blush at the comments. He didnt know why he would even blush to begin with. It wasnt like they were or would ever be anything but, just waking up in bed with Blaines arm around him that morning had Kurts mind threatening to go places when he had gotten in the shower an hour later.

"I wont lie to you," he said. "It does get hard."

Santana smirked and went back to drinking her milkshake; eyebrows going up and down in a telling gesture. "I bet it does, Hummel. I bet it does."

"Not like that," Kurt laughed and tossed a packet of sugar at her. "Seriously. Well… - if you tell anyone this I swear to your abuela…"

Santana sat back and her eyes were glowing with excitement at the thought of having something new to tell Quinn. "I wont talk," she lied. "What?"

Kurt licked his lips and pushed the bit of what was left on his plate away. He glanced back at Blaine where the man sat across the restaurant and saw his stepbrother smiling with his friends; the four of them running their mouths about whatever as they got caught up.

"Porcelain," Santana reminded. "While we still have our youth. Please."

Kurt looked back at her. "Since he gotten back hes been kinda… giving me these looks. Long looks," Kurt made a gesture with his hands that Santana didnt quite follow; it was really more of a flail and was all over the place, but Kurt eventually resumed. "Like sometimes Ill look up and Ill catch him looking away. And this morning he stared at my thighs for a good amount of time because I wore those skinny jeans Allison bought me for Christmas – the ones my dad hates because –"

"Theyre tight as fuck," Santana said with a smile.

Kurt nodded, grabbing his iced coffee for a sip.

"Well shit," the Latina grinned at the news. "It does suck that youre going to have such a fine piece of ass around for the next couple days that you cant really do anything with, but I bet its fun getting him worked up. Last night, he kept scowling at you and Ethan," she put the glass down once the milkshake was done and Kurt looked at her curiously. "I just assumed it was because hes always been Blaine, you know? Hes just never wanted anything bad to happen to you which I think is kind of ridiculous. I mean you cant be sheltered forever, but he was always around to keep you from harm. Now that I get this information, Id say Anderson wants to have that to himself."

"Thats ridiculous," Kurt said with a smile.

"Is it really?"

"Hes been really protective for as long as I can remember but that was because he was bullied in his old school. He just didnt want me to face what he went through there—"

"And this thing with Ethan?"

Kurt shrugged a bit. "Ethan and I were doing a bit much in public. We shouldve been smarter about that. He doesnt want me to have that reputation."

Santana glared at her best friend. "Uh huh. So Ethan is coming over before all of you get to OSUs party tonight, right?"

Kurt nodded at her. "Just to watch some stupid football game."

"And will Blaine be around?"

Kurt shrugged again. "Im not sure. Probably? He may go out with his friends—"

"I bet he will be around," Santana said confidently. "And I also bet that if you and Ethan start to get carried away, Blaine would have something to say about it."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Youre being ridiculous."

Their entrées were placed down in front of them and both teens politely thanked the waiter. Santana reached for a French fry and shrugged this time. "Maybe I am. Maybe Im not. I really think all of that staring he does is for a reason, and though you wont admit it you like it."

Kurt was quiet at the accusations. She smiled at him and he glanced back at Blaine, finding the mans eyes on him. Blaine waved and Kurt smiled at him before Santana nodded, stealing some of Kurts food.

"Yup. Theres absolutely nothing there."

"He cant wave at his stepbrother from across the restaurant without you thinking he wants me?" Kurt said with a smile as he turned to face her, grabbing his fork. "Youre ridiculous. And even if – and this is a huge if – we wanted something more from each other, were freaking stepbrothers, Santana."

"Meaning?" Santana questioned after scoffing. "Last time I checked, you two had different mothers and fathers. You didnt meet him until the first year of high school—"

"When my father started dating his mother…" Kurt said obviously. "If Brittany was your stepsister you wouldnt mess around with her."

Santanas eyes went wide before she laughed. "Says who?"

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "Youre a special breed."

"It may be unconventional but it has happened before," Santana told him. "People date and their parents meet and get together. Stranger things have happened. Besides, all Im really saying is theres nothing wrong with seeing if he gets a little jealous – or a lot jealous, and then getting an awesome fuck out of it. The tension will be dissolved and you can each move on with your lives afterwards."

Kurt stayed quiet after that, eating his pasta. He glanced up at Santana who didnt seem to be affected by the conversation either way, and sighed as he went back to eating. He liked his relationship with Blaine perfect the way it was. There was no need to go and mess it up by being an idiot.

…

From Blaine:

What time is your boyfriend getting over here?

Kurt placed the last of the snacks down on the coffee table before reaching into his back pocket for his cell phone. He rolled his eyes at the message and typed out a reply.

To Blaine:

1- He isnt my boyfriend.

2- Hell be over in 10 minutes or so.

3- Why are you texting me from upstairs? Lazy ass.

Kurt sat down on the sofa and took a deep breath. After everything that happened last night, he knew for a fact that Ethan would come over wanting to do a little bit more. Kurt already told him that his parents wouldnt be around and that was more than enough incentive to get the football player over there. The thing was that Kurt didnt know how comfortable he was having someone over while Blaine was there. Technically, he couldve been spending time with his stepbrother since they barely had done so in the past year, but at the same time, they did have all of Sunday and Monday together. Sunday was family day – Allison was off from the hospital and Burts shop was closed. Monday was a holiday and while their parents would be at work, Kurt and Blaine did get to stay at home and spend their last few hours together until Allison and Burt got in that evening. Kurt already knew his stepbrother had the music theyd listen to picked out, so it was all taken care of. He had no reason to feel guilty.

From Blaine:

1- Ok. Your friend, then.

2- I guess Im not welcome then? You two probably want to be alone.

3- If Im not mistaken, you were texting me from downstairs this morning. Lazy ass.

Kurt smiled at the sass as he sent a quick reply.

To Blaine:

Youre more than welcome. Just dont start any trouble. Hes a nice guy.

A few minutes later, Blaine came down the steps in his favorite green Jamison slippers, walking over to the sofa. He looked at Kurt and then at the snacks on the table, grabbing some of the Doritos. "This is a nice set-up."

Kurt hummed and then looked at Blaine. "I love the shirt youre wearing. Wheres mine?"

Blaine looked down at the Polo he had on and smiled after munching on the chips. "Well this was a gift from someone in my past."

Kurt shook his head. "I cant believe you had a sugar daddy."

Blaine rolled his eyes at him and then sat down in the chair adjacent from Kurt. He did so hoping that hed have a decent view of Ethan and could make sure he wasnt pushing things further than his stepbrother intended for them to go. Kurt reached for the remote and turned it up a bit.

"I cant believe youre watching a college football game for Ethan. You arent even dating him."

Kurt smiled at that. He chanced a look at Blaine to see if he would get a reaction as he spoke his next statement. "Well who knows whatll happen after tonight."

Blaine didnt respond, only staring at the television. The doorbell rang a second later and Kurt hopped up. He was still wearing those super tight jeans and Blaine looked at him walk as he went to open the door.

"I couldve sworn I told you to change out of those…"

Kurt glanced back at his stepbrother who sat with one foot on the coffee table and his hand draped across his abdomen and stuck his tongue out at him. Blaine laughed at the mature gesture, swatting his hand at him because of the action.

When Kurt opened the door, he smiled and looked up at Ethan who stood there with a sly smile of his own. The dark haired teen leaned in and kissed Kurt, taking him by surprise. Blaine glanced at the couple in the doorway before looking back at the television.

With a shocked smile, Kurt pulled back and looked his friend up and down. "Wow. Uh hello…"

Ethan laughed and licked his lips. "Hey Kurt. Can I come in?"

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Yes, come in…" Kurt moved aside and allowed him in, closing the door behind him. "Uh… heres where were hanging to watch the game. Blaine is here," he took Ethans coat as he looked around the place. "I can get you a drink if youd like."

"Im fine," Ethan looked at Blaine who almost glared back at him. "Oh, hey bro. I wasnt really expecting you…"

Blaine nodded a hello as he sat up on the recliner. "Yeah Im here. Nice to see you again."

"Same."

They were both lying, of course. Kurt didnt realize it as he sat back down in his spot. Ethan smiled and took the spot next to him, letting his arm drape along the top of the sofa. He bit his lip into a smile as Kurt moved a little closer into his smile. "So what did I miss?"

Kurt chuckled as he looked up at the screen. "Youre asking the wrong person. But the game just started."

Blaine watched as the team he hated advanced up the field. Said team was down 3-0 and as he reached for a couple Twizzlers, he tried his best to ignore the couple on the couch.

Kurt and Ethan shared small talk, mainly about the movie last night (the actual movies, not the events that transpired during the movie) and a home game the team had coming up. Blaine heard Ethan say something about how he wanted Kurt to cheer only for him and he tried not to gag. What a loser.

As the game entered halfway through the 2nd quarter, Kurt couldnt help but notice how tense his stepbrother had seemed. Those triangular eyebrows that Kurt often teased him about were scrunched up, and Blaine seemed closed off as he stared at the television. As someone who Kurt knew loved the art of conversation, he barely had anything to say when prompted. Ethan had asked how long it had taken him to hear back from colleges after applying and Blaines answer was short. Kurt asked him did he want to order out before they left for the party that night and he literally received a shrug in response. It was really unlike Blaine to be so… not Blaine.

Of course, Kurts mind took him to the place he tried his best to avoid going since they left lunch that afternoon with Santana – Blaine with his friends. He wondered if what his best friend was saying had any truth to it. Could it be that Blaine was maybe a bit jealous? Is that where the mans overprotective nature was stemming from as of late? Or, as Kurt thought, was Blaine just being the same ol caring stepbrother hed always been and watching out for him?

There was a way to find out. The question was, did Kurt care to know the answer? He could definitely find out in an instant. Ethan was close to him; his arm wrapped tightly around Kurts shoulders as he went on and on about something that no one had any interest in. All that Kurt had to do was turn and kiss him (shut him up, really) to see if it would get him a reaction from Blaine.

If it did get him a reaction, what would Kurt even do with that information? There was pretty much nothing that could be done, really, so why even try and find out in the first place?

It was an everlasting circle of questions.

"Are you listening to me?" Ethan asked as he wore that sexy smile that drove guys and girls alike a little crazy. He laughed a bit when Kurt looked at him, apparently a little dazed. "Ill take that as a no?"

"Sorry," Kurt laughed and glanced over at his stepbrother who was eyeing them curiously before the Yale student finally looked away. "I got lost in my own train of thought. But what were you saying?"

"I was saying if you wanted to, I could show you a bit about football. Maybe on our first real date… alone."

Blaine smirked to himself as the sarcastic bite that Ethan used on the word registered. Kurt heard it too but ignored it, instead smiling as he kissed the quarterback on the cheek. "Id love that."

Ethan smiled and looked back at the game. He was pretty thrilled that Kurt was okay with them going out on an official date together, just the two of them. What he wasnt expecting was for lips to be on his neck a moment later, or the hand sneaking underneath his shirt and teasing the skin of his abdomen to be there either. His eyes went wide at first but then he smiled, biting his lip and letting Kurt work.

Blaine watched the TV until the commercial break. As soon as the advertisements began to play, he looked over to see what the quiet couple was up to. He just about dropped the bowl in his lap when he saw Kurts hand had disappeared beneath the jocks t-shirt, and that Ethan was biting on his stepbrothers lower lip. Blaine stared for a while and he was unsure of what to do to make this stop, because he really wanted them to stop, but when Kurt threw his head back and did what Blaine was sure was over exaggerate a moan, Blaine looked at his stepbrothers pink parted lips for a while. He swallowed hard and shook his head before looking away.

Kurt smiled when he felt Ethan trying to urge him to lie back. The boys hands were at his hips as they kissed a little deeper but he shook his head no. Ethan sat back a bit and remembered where they were. He chuckled out an apology as he blushed, moving back a little more. Kurt smiled and told him it was okay before falling into his side again. His hand was high on Ethans thigh as they went back to watching the game.

It was a little quieter now as Kurt examined his stepbrothers countenance. Blaine refused to look in their direction, but Kurt could tell the reason why. He was tense and uptight, and bothered. Kurt didnt know for sure that Blaines mood equated to jealousy though.

"You didnt show me your room…" Ethan whispered into his ear. Kurt smiled and kissed him before looking at the screen again.

"After our official date, Ill think about."

"Oh?" Ethan smiled as he began to nibble on Kurts ear, and the blue eyed teen laughed as his classmates hand made its way between his thighs. Kurt happened to open his eyes in time to see Blaine glaring at the both of them; a look in his eyes hed never seen. The oldest in the room then stood up and left the room, phone in hand as he went up the stairs. Ethan glanced up when he heard the sound of footsteps fading away and then smiled at Kurt. "Alone at last."

Blaines loud music began to play through the house after his stepbrother slammed the door to his bedroom. Kurt licked his lips as he considered the fact that maybe he should get his head out of his ass and acknowledge that perhaps Blaine was a little jealous. For some reason it still seemed like a long shot to him; his brother was known for being a bit of a playboy in his day. He couldnt remember one guy that Blaine had stayed with for longer than two months. He also remembered that time he walked by Blaines car and saw his stepbrother receiving oral sex. It wasnt like the college sophomore couldnt get just about any guy he liked – dumb gel helmet or not. With that being said, Kurt didnt get what need Blaine would have to be jealous of someone for having him. Kurt didnt really think he compared to the others. Besides that, he was Blaines younger stepbrother for crying out loud.

"Is he ok?" Ethan asked as the rock music somehow managed to become louder. Kurt sighed and reached for his cell phone.

"Let me find out."

Ethan nodded and reached for some Cheetos, eating them and then standing. "Ill do my halftime bathroom break. Where is it?"

Kurt was typing out a text as he looked up. "Uh… where is what?"

Ethan smiled at him. "The bathroom?"

"Oh," Kurt smiled. "Sorry. Its straight down the hall and to your right. The only door on the right side."

Ethan nodded and gave a thumb up before walking off. Kurt watched him and then looked back down at his phone.

To Blaine:

Is everything ok? Youre being really weird and then you just left like that… Ethans concerned too.

It wasnt a long wait before hed got an answer.

From Blaine:

Lol well tell Ethan Im swell. I just didnt want to be down there. Its kind of awkward sharing a room with my stepbrother while hes making out with someone.

To Blaine:

Youre right. Im sorry about that. I guess I got a little carried away.

From Blaine:

Its perfectly fine. I hope you have a good time. Im going to sleep. Wake me up when youre ready to go to your party or whatever.

Kurt read the message and sighed, pocketing his phone. He sat there wondering if he should tell Blaine the craziness Santana had cooked up inside of that empty head of hers so that he could apologize for his behavior or if he should just let it be. As he thought about it, Ethan walked back into the room. He took his seat next to Kurt and smiled, about to say something when Kurt kissed him on the cheek and stood up.

"Ill be right back. Im going to check on the… bro."

Ethan nodded and smiled. "Hurry back."

Kurt walked off without a word and jogged up the steps to Blaines bedroom. He was weary of going in because of how loud the music was. He liked having working eardrums. After knocking in vain, he opened the door just enough to poke his head in.

Blaine was lying on his bed with a pillow over his face; his arms spread out on both sides of him. Kurt stared at him for a moment before the music got to be too much. He walked over to the stereo system and pressed pause, thanking the heavens when silence filled the room. Blaine sat up at the absence of his Kings of Leon and opened his eyes to look at his younger stepbrother.

"There is no way in hell youre sleeping with that going on," Kurt said. "Im pretty sure the neighbors dont appreciate it either."

Blaine lay back down and looked up at the ceiling. "Im sorry. You can turn it down a bit on your way out."

Kurt folded his arms as he stared at Blaine. "Can I talk to you before I go? I guess I just want to make sure you arent mad at me."

Blaine smirked and got up, going over to his computer desk. As he took a seat, he opened his laptop and simply shook his head. "I dont have a reason to be upset with you, Kurt. Its just fucking weird, thats all."

Kurt nodded. "Why is it weird?"

"How would you feel if I just started going at it with a guy while you were right there in the room? On the couch our family spends time together on…"

"We were hardly going at it—"

"You fucking moaned, Kurt," Blaine turned in his chair and looked at him almost accusatorily. "Do you think I wanted to hear that?"

Kurt put his hands on his hips now as he made an obvious face. "You do know that when we were younger I heard you with your boyfriends and I didnt act nearly as ridiculous as you are right now."

Blaine sat back. "So Im being ridiculous?"

Kurt nodded. "I think so. You cant really tell me why youre being so weird about Ethan and I dont know. I think thats weird."

Blaine only looked at Kurt for a while before he shrugged. "I dont know what you want me to say. Sorry Im being weird."

Kurt let his hands fall at his side before he walked over to the door. Blaine assumed that he was leaving and turned back to his laptop, about to log into his blog and pass time that way. When he heard the door close and then footsteps walking back over to him, the man raised an eyebrow and turned to face him.

Kurt placed both hands on Blaines shoulder and then sat in his lap. "You know whats funny?" he asked; eyes locked with curious hazel ones. "Santana thinks that maybe your behavior is the way it is because youre jealous. I told her that shes insane."

Blaine licked his lips and then turned to look at his laptops screen; Kurt still in his lap. "She is insane. You have to watch the company you keep."

Kurt smiled at that, still staring at his stepbrother. "Youre right. So you can look at me and tell me youre absolutely fine, right?" he started to play in Blaines hair as his other hand rubbed at the mans broad shoulder. "Right?"

Blaine continued to stare at the screen before he eventually looked up at Kurt. "Right."

"And if I go downstairs youll be perfectly fine with that?"

Blaine nodded, eyes not leaving Kurts sparkling blue ones as the boy started to tease him. "I will."

"Uh huh," Kurt leant in closer. "Because you dont want to kiss me or touch me places, correct? Youve never thought about my lips on skin below your belt."

Blaine cleared his throat and Kurt smirked at him, starting to see how much his stepbrother was affected by this. His skin tinted a bit darker as the elder blushed.

Maybe Santana was onto something…

"Youve never had any feelings towards me, right Blaine? Nothing beyond that of normal stepbrother feelings. Youve never imagined pinning me against a wall after our parents left the house—"

"I never have," Blaine said clearly. He looked Kurt in the eyes and took him by the hips. Kurt licked his lips, almost going to say something – what it was he wasnt sure, but it didnt matter because Blaine had urged him off of his lap now. "Go back and enjoy your date. Unfortunately Ethan wont be able to make you really moan like Id be able to do but that doesnt even matter because Im your normal stepbrother." Blaine turned back to his laptop and entered in the website. "Text me when you guys are ready to go to that party."

Kurt stood there for a moment practically dumfounded. He didnt know how to reply to any of that or if replying would make much of a difference. After a while, Blaine pretended (or had forgotten) that he was still there, and Kurt slowly left the room.

Once he got back downstairs, Ethan had made himself comfortable. He had a bowl of Doritos in his lap and was immersed into the game. Kurt looked at him as he pulled out his cell phone, texting Santana.

To Santana:

What happens if Blaine did get a little jealous and I liked it?

Kurt took a seat next to Ethan and smiled, though he did get a bit disgusted when he noticed how the quarterback tended to wipe his hands on his shirt. That was a definite turn off. A moment later he got a response.

From Santana:

Youre fucked.

From Santana:

I dont know… I mean if it were me, Id be handing him a condom right now. But you and I are very different. And that would be awkward for you guys I guess, especially around the parents.

From Santana:

But what I will say is: theres nothing like a little secret affair to keep things exciting. Especially when the sexual tension is through the roof.

From Santana:

Its just a little sex. Sex isnt always complicated. People make it complicated.

"Whore you talking to?" Ethan asked. "I hope its not another guy."

Kurt rolled his eyes at him and smiled. "Its actually Santana. We were running our mouths about something."

"Cool." Ethan looked at the score. "OSU is kicking ass. I hope they continue to in the second half. This after party is going to be so hot. You gotta dance with me," he finished with a smile. Kurt nodded as he leant his head onto Ethans shoulder and looked down at his phone.

On the one hand, Kurt had a feeling that it would be the fuck of his life. But on the other hand things were loaded. Things could get weird between the two of them and ruin their relationship. Their parents could find out and what if that caused strife between them? What if it ruined things going forward for a long time? It was just something that Kurt didnt think he wanted to risk. Not to get off.

Of course, he had to deal with the two of them going through this every time they saw each other. He didnt know how much of Blaine staring at him like he wanted to eat him three times a day he could take. Then there was the thought of them being alone and watching movies like they did last night. There was obvious tension. Kurt didnt know how to feel.

From Santana:

So what are you going to do?

Kurt scratched tiredly at his head.

To Santana:

I have no idea.

…

"So… what happened?"

Blaine looked at Jeff as his best friend handed him a drink. "I cant do this. He confronted me about it and fucking sat on my lap. Do you know that his dad would destroy me limb for limb if he even had the suspicion that I had feelings for Kurt? Ive always been the one to watch out for him."

Jeff took a drink from his beer. "I just dont get why its a big deal," he said. "Come on. Youve liked him for a few years now and youve done right by him. Its not your fault that your parents met and got together, is it?"

Blaine watched as Kurt danced with his friends. "No, but that doesnt change anything."

"I just dont see the problem," Jeff looked at his best friend and smiled. "And now that Kurt is apparently onto you, hes going to make your life a living hell. I want you to know that."

Blaine nodded his agreement as Kurt grinded against a random guy and moved sexily on the dance floor. Every once and a while, hed look through the crowded room to see where Blaine was and would smile, making a show of the way his body would move against the person he was dancing with. "Ive never been more certain that someone had an agenda. Hes purposely … doing that."

Jeff watched and bit his lip. "You know whats great?"

"What?" Blaine asked, taking a sip of his soda. He had to drive back.

"My mom didnt marry Burt Hummel so theres absolutely nothing wrong with me blowing him—Shit! Ouch, bro!"

Blaine hit Jeff rather hard upside the head. He didnt regret it.

Jeff rubbed the spot and pouted. "Youre a jerk."

"Im going to go find something to play with. Im fucking bored holding up the wall with you," Blaine smiled at his best friend as he looked around the party. "Ill be right back."

Jeff smirked. "No you wont."

"I wont," Blaine said with a laugh as he walked away. People were dancing, celebrating the OSU win. As a couple made out in the corner, Blaine scanned the room for a guy to keep him company. It had been a while since he did this but if he wanted to stop thinking about his stepbrother, it would have to do.

Only he didnt get very far.

"Ethan is already drunk. Its crazy," Kurt said with a giggle as he jumped in front of him. "Where are you going?"

Blaine looked at him; scanning the 18 year-old with his eyes. "You havent been drinking, right? I dont want to explain any easily avoidable stories to mom and dad."

Kurt smiled and shook his head no. "I told you Im not a stupid teenager. Im sober, Blaine. Where are you going?"

Blaine looked around. "I was going to look around the party. Ive been over there with Jeff since we got here."

"Are you looking for a guy?" Kurt asked curiously.

Blaine licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling. "None of your business, nosy. Go hang out with your friends. You made me tag along so that you could have fun—"

"I want to hang out with you," Kurt said with a smile, wrapping both arms around his shoulders. "Dance?"

Blaine shook his head no, trying to push him away. "Cmon. Go away Kurt."

Kurt pouted but eventually walked off with a smile. "Fine. You suck, Blainers."

"Yeah whatever," Blaine smiled at him too but after a moment, they were separated. He took a deep breath and went to the other end of the party, leaning against the wall. The music was blasting – something from the 90s, and after a quick surveillance of the area, Blaine was happy that he couldnt see Kurt.

He knew it was weird. People werent supposed to have any type of romantic attachment to their step siblings. He had done a good job of keeping those feelings at bay in the past. It was idiotic of him to spill it to Jeff, his best friend, when they were in the 12th grade about to go to their separate colleges, but it happened. Jeff wasnt being a blabbermouth about it either so that was definitely a good thing.

But now since Blaine had gotten back, Kurt was just… fuck. He was tall and he had somehow managed to get even more beautiful, and his voice… his eyes… that smile. Why? How was it even fair that someone who made his heart beat like crazy was a guy that he should definitely not have feelings for?

As he thought about it, he looked up and noticed Kurt was in his line of vision again. This time, another guy was whispering in his ear. They would laugh and Kurt would dance to the beat of the music as they talked; the guy with the tall black and purple hair staring at him in ways that made Blaines stomach churn. He rolled his eyes and looked away; his eyes automatically landing on a semi-drunk boy who was smiling at him.

Blaine seriously considered it. The guy was cute enough. He looked back at Kurt who was now having his neck kissed by this guy, but staring at Blaine as it happened.

Thats when it occurred to him: Kurt was for sure doing this on purpose.

Blaine licked his lips and looked down at the guys hands on Kurts waist, slipping back to his ass. He ran a hand through his hair before throwing caution to the wind and going over there.

Kurt bit his lip as he noticed Blaine walking over. He smiled to himself though he told himself not to, swaying to the music.

"Excuse us," Blaine said to the black and purple hair guy. Up close, he could see a nose ring, and the guy looked at him like he was crazy when he interrupted them. He had to be a college senior. "I need to talk to Kurt."

Kurt looked up at him and smiled. "Excuse us…" he bit his lip when Blaine dragged him away and the two made their way up the stairs of the house.

People were everywhere at this point. It would be hard to find a place to themselves. Blaine didnt care. He opened doors on the second floor before eventually finding the bathroom, pushing Kurt in first and then locking the door behind them.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, fixing the hem of his shirt that had risen a little. "Where is the guy you were going to find?"

"Whatre you doing?" Blaine asked too, dropping his head back against the door. "And why?"

Kurt gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"I moved away from you so that I wouldnt have to see you and not only do you make yourself visible, but you make yourself visible with some asshole thats all over you?" Blaine rubbed tiredly at his eyes. "Am I supposed to be stupid?"

Kurt hopped up on top of the sink and let his legs dangle down. "You go to Yale for crying out loud. The last thing you are is stupid."

Blaine stuffed his hands in his pockets. "What I am is your stepbrother."

"Im aware of that."

"And whatever game youre getting at… Im not playing it."

Kurt nodded with a smile. "Im just trying to enjoy myself. You pulled me from the party—"

"Youre taunting me, Kurt—"

"Well you told me today that you didnt want to screw me so I dont see how Im taunting you, Blaine." Kurt shrugged and rolled his neck, enjoying the feeling as his tense muscles relaxed. "Honestly, we could both be down there having a good time but were up here doing this."

Blaine licked his lips and looked away.

"Hell, I could probably convince that guy to blow the both of us—"

"Im not interested," Blaine said.

"Really?" Kurt smiled and hopped off of the sink. "What about the first guy I was dancing with. He was gorgeous. Reminded me a little of a young Alain Delon."

Blaine stared at his stepbrother and shook his head, laughing. "Youre something else, Kurt. You used to be the best behaved child at McKinley."

Kurt laughed. "Thats what I wanted people to believe," he looked into the mirror and fixed his hair. "So are you down or what, Blainers?"

Kurt could see his stepbrother staring at his ass from the reflection in the mirror. He smirked and turned around; Blaines eyes darting up but not quick enough not to be caught. "Lets have a little fun."

Blaine licked his lips and nodded. "Lets do it."

…

"My name is Raymond. I go to OSU. Im in my first year," the freshman sat down on the bed and smiled at Kurt and Blaine who were still standing. Theyd secured a room in the basement thanks to Raymond and he seemed eager to have a little fun with both of them. "Tell me a little about you two. Friends?"

Blaine looked at Kurt as his stepbrother nodded. "Yeah. Theres not much else to say though. I go to school in Lima and Blaine here is actually visiting from Yale University."

Raymond looked impressed and rightfully so. "Wow. Nice."

Blaine nodded. He went to sit next to him and then Kurt sat beside Blaine, the both of them close. Raymond smiled at the two and got on his knees.

"I can promise you that no ones ever sucked your dick as well as Im about to."

Blaine bit his lip into a smirk as the freshman started to undo his belt buckle. "Talk is cheap, Ray."

Kurt watched the two of them as Raymonds hand snuck into his lap next; sliding between his thighs and finding the bulge in his tight jeans. As Raymonds hand moved, Blaine watched Kurts eyes close and the younger mans head fall back. He licked his lips and looked back down at Raymond sliding his other hand into the slit of his boxers and pulling out his half hard cock.

"Damn," Raymond said with a smile. He started to stroke Blaine and peeked up at him through his lashes as the Yale Student watched him. "I bet you can make me choke on this."

Kurt opened his eyes and looked down at Raymond kissing along the length of Blaines cock. He stared blatantly for a while. He never expected to be in this situation and he didnt exactly know how he was supposed to act – was this supposed to be weird? Shouldnt they feel awkward?

Blaines cock was so beautiful.

Blaine snuck his fingers into Raymonds hair as the teen went to work kissing and licking along it. He could hear Kurt unzip his jeans and then turned to watch; eyes locked on the boys long pale fingers as they moved into his jeans.

Right after Raymond started to suck Blaine, he pulled off and moved over to Kurt. Kurt dropped his hands to his sides and watched him, and though he could feel his stepbrothers eyes on him as their new friend lowered his jeans a bit and smiled at the long cock in front of him, he didnt look back.

Blaine started to stroke his cock as he watched Raymond begin to blow Kurt. Everything about this was hot, especially the way his stepbrother had his head thrown back and the sounds he was making as he thrust up into the brunettes mouth. Kurt bit his lip after a moment and looked down at what Raymond was doing, and smiled as Blaine started to urge him to move a little deeper on his stepbrothers cock. Like a champ, Raymond moved deeper and sucked Kurt nice and slow.

"How does it feel?" Blaine whispered in his ear. Kurt let a breathy moan go as he nodded his head.

"It feels so good, Blaine."

Raymond moaned as Blaines fingers combed through his hair, making him suck Kurt harder. After a moment, Blaine pulled him up and returned him back to his cock. Kurt watched the older Andermel start to fuck the OSU freshmans mouth and leant back on his elbows. He didnt want to touch himself and end up coming – but it didnt matter because Blaines hand was on his thigh a moment later.

"Deeper," Blaine said to Raymond. He then looked at Kurt and licked his lips, eyes moving down to his neglected cock. Without talking himself out of it, he wrapped his hand around Kurts leaking cock and stroked it slowly.

"God," Kurt closed his eyes and enjoyed the way Blaines hands moved along his shaft. His could feel the calluses from his guitar playing and it was rough enough to create the perfect friction. Raymond was rubbing his leg next, but Blaine was the one making him fall apart. "B-Blaine…"

Blaine placed his other hand in Raymonds hair as he continued to focus on how he jerked Kurt off. The boy was already a shaking mess and he bit his lip. Ninety five percent of him felt like hed definitely regret this later. Hell, he knew he was a dead man. Burt would probably take just one look at him and go get his gun. It was his job to make sure that Burt would never need to use that gun but here he was, being suspect number one.

"Im close," Kurt mumbled. Blaine moved his fist a little faster and fucked Raymonds mouth at the same rhythm, hoping they could come together. After another couple minutes, Kurt spilled into his fist as he cried out; his hands clenched in his shirt. Blaine watched him come undone and seeing the way Kurts lips parted as he climaxed made him cum hard into Raymonds mouth.

The two of them were pretty quiet afterwards. Raymond smiled and got onto the bed next to them.

"So what did I say? Was it good or what?"

Blaine nodded as he looked for something to clean his hand with. He got up and walked over to a towel in the corner of the room. "Youre not too bad."

Raymond looked over at Kurt and smiled. "You look pretty blissed out yourself. Im sorry your friend was so selfish. I wouldve finished you off."

"Its fine," Kurt said with a smile. "Dont worry about it."

Blaine tucked himself back into his underwear and jeans. "We gotta get going."

Raymond pouted. "Aw. No fun. The night is still young."

The elder nodded and looked at Kurt struggling to sit up. "I know. But its a long drive back to Lima and I actually chauffeured a few of Kurts friends here so, you know."

Raymond licked his lips and smiled at Kurt as the high school senior began to fix his clothes. "Im happy I got to hang out with you guys. Thanks for celebrating with OSU."

Blaine smiled at him and led the way out of the room. He climbed the steps and Kurt followed him, both quiet. Kurt figured that he would need to be the one to break ice because Blaine was probably thinking about how he ruined their lives and was probably just generally being an over active drama king right now, but then Santana popped up out of absolutely nowhere.

"I got lucky! I think Brittany has actually forgiven me… where were you?"

Kurt licked his lips, cut off when Blaine spoke.

"Im going to start up the car. Find Ethan and Brittany and lets get out of here ok?"

Santana nodded, looking around. Kurt followed Blaine instead.

"Hey—"

Blaine kept walking until they got outside. He turned back to look at Kurt and sighed a little. "I –"

"Can we please, please not make a big deal out of that? It was meant to be fun and I enjoyed it. Dont look into it, ok?"

Blaine nodded, walking down the steps. "Yeah. It was fun."

"Promise me you wont feel guilty or go confess to mom or dad…"

Blaine smiled. "I promise. Lets get home. Theres a Scooby Doo marathon on."

Kurt grinned. He knew for a fact that tomorrow theyd probably discuss this. But for tonight, he just wanted to take it easy. "Thats the spirit!"

Blaine walked down the steps. "Go find your friends so we can get out of here."

"Will do," Kurt turned and walked back into the building. As Blaine walked over to Kurts car, he shook his head to himself.

He really wanted to do that again.