Chapter 5

Kurt grabbed a strawberry yogurt from the fridge and a spoon from the drawer. Finn was on the couch, hogging the television to watch a playoff game—one of the teams obviously involving the Spurs because he kept shouting 'defense Spurs!' at the top of his lungs. It was Sunday night and this was pretty much the norm; Kurt going up to his room while Finn screamed at the TV. Only now, their parents weren't there. Carole wasn't in the den with her novel, and Burt wasn't trying to sneak extra dessert out of the fridge. The boys had the house to themselves.

It had only been two days so far. Two days since their parents went on their ten day vacation. If you asked Kurt, so far things were going pretty well. There were no fires, no accidents resulting in one of them becoming a paraplegic, no deaths. He and Finn were doing a nice job of surviving alone without adult supervision.

When Kurt got back to his room, he noticed his phone screen was lit up from a message. He pushed his laptop aside on the bed and sat down, putting the television on Real Housewives of Atlanta, and picked up his phone to see who it was from.

I don't remember if I told you how gorgeous you are today. –Blaine

Kurt smiled, placing his yogurt and spoon on his bedside night table to respond.

You did, not that I would stop you if you felt the need to echo that statement. –Kurt

Your modesty surpasses you, babe. –Blaine

I know. ;-p –Kurt

The teen placed his phone beside him and looked at the television, grabbing his strawberry yogurt and opening it. The happenings of the day were still fresh in his mind; everything from Blaine texting him cute little nothings, to begging to see him, and then showing up at Mercedes fifteen minutes later with an injured hand, to the story he received about why Blaine got so angry in the first place. Kurt couldn't deny he was a little worried. If things happened to get worse between Blaine and Karofsky, he felt like he would be the one to blame. All of this felt like it was his fault.

After a few spoonfuls of his snack, his laptop alerted him of an IM. Santana was still prying for information on the thing Kurt and Blaine were supposed to watch the next day.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: c'mon, Hummel. i know it's a sex tape. u blushed redder than my cheerios uniform when you were on the phone with him yesterday.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: i'm gonna find out.

Kurt rolled his eyes with a smirk, going back to his yogurt. He couldn't understand why his sex life was vital information to Santana or Puck. Each of them had more than enough of a sex life to keep them entertained.

What are you doing? –Blaine

Kurt picked his cell phone up to respond.

Real Housewives, yogurt, ignoring Santana on AIM, and missing you. :( -Kurt

I miss you too, beautiful. I made one of those AIM things, you know. –Blaine

Did you? –Kurt

Kurt found this interesting. Blaine didn't have any of those things—AIM, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr… he always said his phone was enough. So news that he made a screen name was a little shocking to his boyfriend.

Yeah. I'm going to sign on now. –Blaine

It was only about a minute later when Kurt received an IM from a screen name he wasn't familiar with, but there was no doubt who it was from. The blue eyed teen felt his cheeks heat up and he knew he was blushing when he read it.

[bhummel115]: beautiful.

[bhummel115]: :) guess who

Kurt shook the silly grin off his face as he placed the yogurt cup to the side and moved the computer to his lap, getting more comfortable on the bed. He decided to open up this conversation with a little fun…

[Kurt_McQueen]: Lol I know it's you, Joshua

[Kurt_McQueen]: What are you up to?

He smirked, knowing Blaine was probably about to have a fit.

[bhummel115]: Joshua?

[bhummel115]: who's Joshua?

[Kurt_McQueen]: Wait… Blaine?

[bhummel115]: yes…

[Kurt_McQueen]: Ooh… never mind then

[Kurt_McQueen]: Hey baby

[bhummel115]: don't 'hey baby' me

Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes.

[Kurt_McQueen]: I was kidding, baby :-*. Goodness.

[Kurt_McQueen]: I love your s/n. Like a lot.

[bhummel115]: i hoped u would. ;) and that was not funny

[bhummel115]: now the next person i meet named Joshua is getting their ass whipped

[Kurt_McQueen]: Stop it.

[Kurt_McQueen]: How is your hand doing?

[bhummel115]: i had to wrap it up. dad yelled at me. it still aches, but the swelling went down at least.

[bhummel115]: and i'm cranky bcuz i'm horny

[bhummel115]: but i can't jerk off with my left hand

[bhummel115]: it feels so wrong. like someone is forcing themselves on me

Kurt laughed at his ridiculous boyfriend as he typed out a response.

[Kurt_McQueen]: Wish I could help you ;)

[bhummel115]: tease

Before the teen could respond, Santana popped in with another message.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: u aren't idle anymore, which means ur talking to someone. who is it? u still haven't answered me.

Kurt took a deep breath and switched tabs for a moment.

[Kurt_McQueen]: Go away, Satan.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: is it him?

Queen_B_Lopez]: it's him isn't it?

Queen_B_Lopez]: group chat.

Queen_B_Lopez]: c'mon. group chat. let's go

A noise sounded from his chat with Blaine, so he ignored her and switched conversations once more.

[bhummel115]: psst. hope u didn't forget about me, handsome

[Kurt_McQueen]: I didn't baby, I'm just trying to get rid of Santana.

[bhummel115]: is she there?

[Kurt_McQueen]: No. She's on AIM trying to get us to group chat with her so she can ask all sorts of disturbing questions about our sex life. This has been going on a while now.

[bhummel115]: lol. seriously?

[bhummel115]: she's the cheerleader? breadsticks fanatic?

[Kurt_McQueen]: Yes. And I'm so serious.

[bhummel115]: wow. invite her in

[Kurt_McQueen]: ….

[bhummel115]: is that a no

[bhummel115]: ?

[Kurt_McQueen]: It's a no. This is Santana we're talking about.

[bhummel115]: i don't think she's as bad as u r making her out to be

[Kurt_McQueen]: You can say that. You don't know what she's capable of.

[bhummel115]: make the chat, babe.

Kurt shook his head, not believing he was about to do this. Santana would never ever let him live this down. Blaine was going to learn that the hard way.

He sent an invite to Blaine, and one to Santana, and it wasn't long before both accepted. Kurt picked up his yogurt with the intention of staying completely quiet as they had their little stupid conversation. It picked up rather quickly.

Kurt_McQueen has entered.

Queen_B_Lopez has entered.

bhummel115 has entered.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: yo.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: bhummel? fucking adorable

[bhummel115]: hi

[Queen_B_Lopez]: hey

[Queen_B_Lopez]: what u 2 boys up to?

[bhummel115]: just talking. u?

[Queen_B_Lopez]: oh i was just trying to get Kurt to tell me what u 2 will be watching tomorrow

[bhummel115]: what do u mean?

Kurt rolled his eyes, finishing off the last of the yogurt and putting everything back on his night stand.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: when u called him i overheard "we'll watch it monday" or something like that

[bhummel115]: oh… we were gonna watch a movie, but my hand is sprained pretty badly so i have to put that on hold

[bhummel115]: srry babe

[Queen_B_Lopez]: what kinda movie do u need ur hand to watch?

[bhummel115]: the movie we're gonna watch

[bhummel115]: i need to be 100% to do everything i planned to

Never has Kurt hated Karofsky more than he did right now. The lord only knows what Blaine had up his sleeve for when they watched that tape, and now it had to be postponed because of Karofsky's need to show everyone he was the alpha male.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: elaborate for me.

[Kurt_McQueen]: I happen to think he's said enough.

[bhummel115]: i need to use my hands and i only have one functioning at the moment so…

[bhummel115]: lol my bf has spoken so yeah. that's all i'm at liberty to say

[Queen_B_Lopez]: can we get to the point here

[Queen_B_Lopez]: is it a sex tape yes or no

[Kurt_McQueen]: No.

[bhummel115]: we don't kiss and tell

[Queen_B_Lopez]: waNKY WANKY! it's totally a sex tape

[Queen_B_Lopez]: don't kiss and tell? oh please. Kurt told the whole room at Cedes' sleepover how beautiful your cock is

[bhummel115]: did he now?

[Kurt_McQueen]: I may've said it was huge but I didn't paint a picture, thank you very much

[bhummel115]: Kurt's is so much prettier

[Kurt_McQueen]: Blaine…

[Queen_B_Lopez]: I like him, Kurt. this 1 is a keeper

[Queen_B_Lopez]: but where has my baby penguin gone?

[Kurt_McQueen]: She's heard enough, babe.

[bhummel115]: baby penguin?

[Queen_B_Lopez]: Mike just signed on. i'm inviting him in

HappyFeetMikey has entered.

[HappyFeetMikey]: Sup guys?

[Kurt_McQueen]: Hey Mike :)

[Queen_B_Lopez]: bhummel115 is Blaine, Mike

[HappyFeetMikey]: Kurt! We miss you

[HappyFeetMikey]: Really? Blaine, what's up?

[bhummel115]: do I know Mike?

[Kurt_McQueen]: He's in 6th period with us, babe

[Kurt_McQueen]: I miss you guys too Mike.

[bhummel115]: other Asian?

[HappyFeetMikey]: Seriously? U don't know my name? I sit next to u in class.

[Kurt_McQueen]: Don't take it personally. He called Santana 'Breadsticks' up until now

[Queen_B_Lopez]: accurate nickname, Anderson

[bhummel115]: sorry dude. my head is in a totally different world most of the time

[Queen_B_Lopez]: between Kurt's legs?

[bhummel115]: lol. pretty much ;)

[HappyFeetMikey]: It's ok. You'll know us all eventually

[HappyFeetMikey]: thanks for standing up for our friends btw. & you left Karofsky pretty bloodied up out there today. He couldn't play in the scrimmage game at all

[bhummel115]: it wasn't a big deal. he deserved a lot more than a bloody face

[Kurt_McQueen]: You told me you'd stay out of trouble…

[bhummel115]: i know, love. i know

[Queen_B_Lopez]: so who tops?

[HappyFeetMikey]: Tana, please. Don't.

[Kurt_McQueen]: Thank you.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: Kurt. u know i can break u. tell me everything

[Kurt_McQueen]: You can't break me.

[HappyFeetMikey]: Coming to the party this weekend, Blaine?

[Queen_B_Lopez]: u said it was huge i bet i can get more

[Kurt_McQueen]: Don't you have anything better to do?

[Queen_B_Lopez]: not really no

[bhummel115]: i think i will. what time does it start?

[Kurt_McQueen]: Go hang out with Brittany

[Queen_B_Lopez]: y r u trying to get rid of me?

[Kurt_McQueen]: Like 8 I think, babe. Finn didn't say but that's when the last one was at Rachel's.

[bhummel115]: she's the 1 that hated me right?

[Queen_B_Lopez]: the one with the humongous beak

[bhummel115]: lol. not nice. she apologized today. at Mercedes' place

[bhummel115]: she seems ok

[Queen_B_Lopez]: it's not nice but it's true.

[HappyFeetMikey]: So I'm going to watch Footloose guys. Nice talking to you Blaine. See you Saturday.

[bhummel115]: nice talking 2 u 2, Mike

HappyFeetMikey has exited.

[Queen_B_Lopez]: & then there were 3

[Kurt_McQueen]: I'm signing off too.

[Kurt_McQueen]: Can I call you, baby?

[Queen_B_Lopez]: ugh u suck Hummel

[Queen_B_Lopez]: he does suck, right Blaine?

[bhummel115]: yeah, babe. call me

[bhummel115]: lol i don't kiss and tell

[Queen_B_Lopez]: wanky.

[Kurt_McQueen]: Goodnight Satan

[Queen_B_Lopez]: but u love me Kurt. nite boys

Kurt_McQueen has exited.

[bhummel115]: l8r Santana

[Queen_B_Lopez]: wait! it's just u and me. tell me something juicy hobbit

[bhummel115]: u r going to get me in trouble

[Queen_B_Lopez]: 1 thing

[bhummel115]: umm

[bhummel115]: shit. k.

[bhummel115]: what do u want to know?

[Queen_B_Lopez]: yay

[Queen_B_Lopez]: how often do u do it in public?

[bhummel115]: just as much as we do it in private, if not more

[Queen_B_Lopez]: o god this party is going to be so good

[bhummel115]: lol, l8r Santana

[Queen_B_Lopez]: g'night. be good

bhummel15 has exited.

….

Blaine smirked as he read the last message from Santana, closing his laptop and stumbling over to his bed. It smelled way too much like Kurt, and he missed him way too much. The blue eyed boy was taking a long time to call on top of all that, and Blaine really needed to hear his voice. The sounds of shouting and the occasional throwing of things could be heard throughout the house, and it did nothing but increase the bad boy's anxiety. This was why Blaine was always happy when they were gone.

His phone finally started ringing after about a minute, and Blaine smiled at the photo that flashed across his screen, him kissing the cheek of a very happy Kurt. The picture was from when they first started dating and had to sneak around not to be seen. Despite how hard things were becoming now, Blaine was happy it wasn't that way anymore. People knew they were each other's and it felt good.

He answered the phone, holding it to his ear with the good hand, while the hurt one just sort of lay across his bed remaining stationary.

"Hey."

"I warned you about her. You didn't want to listen."

Blaine smiled, moving his body further up the bed. His curls met the soft fabric of his pillows and he sighed gratefully. "She's not so bad. Mike seems cool too."

"Wow. You called him by his name."

"Can we be honest? Well can I be honest with you?" the bad boy questioned; now wincing because the sound of shouting was getting closer and closer to his room.

"Of course," Kurt answered hesitantly.

"I didn't want to make friends here. If I get sent to Dalton it'll hurt that much more. That's why I was in no rush to learn their names or form any friendships. I only wanted you. You won't lose touch with me if I get banished, right?"

"Well how about you make all the friends you want and stay out of trouble so Dalton isn't an issue? No, I won't lose contact with you even if you couldn't go to McKinley any more but do you think I want to see you go?"

"Well, no I don't, honey, but—shit,"

"What's that noise?"

"Hold on."

Blaine got up quickly and opened the door of his bedroom, peering out into the hall. His father was in the hallway now, backed up against the wall. His mother was still in the bedroom, screaming and throwing things at him. Blaine went to approach, holding his hand against his body, but his father urged him away.

"Go back into your room, Junior!"

Blaine wanted to argue but he closed his eyes, listening to his mother collapse against the bed in tears. His dad just stood against the wall, not even looking the least bit sorry for his actions. It disgusted Blaine to no end.

He stared at the man as he backed into his room, slamming the door before throwing his body against the bed. Kurt was still calling for him but Blaine had to take a second to breathe. When he did pick the phone up, he had done a good job of tuning out his surroundings and focusing only on his boyfriend.

"My parents are fighting again."

The line was quiet. Blaine could tell Kurt was trying to think of a way to console him from afar.

"That's why I wanted to talk with you and your friends. It helped me focus on other things besides what's going on in this poor excuse for a home. I was going to tell you not to call because they kept getting louder and louder but I needed to hear you, Kurt."

"Do you think it'll get better?"

"No," Blaine answered honestly. "I don't care though."

"You do. Those are your parents."

"No I don't."

Blaine heard Kurt sigh as he stared at the ceiling. He was tired of caring. His dad was a selfish jackass who only cared about himself, his mother was stupid for always running back to him, and it was no wonder he didn't expect much of himself. The only person who ever expected anything of him was Kurt.

"Come stay with me, Blaine." Kurt requested, sounding apologetic.

The dark haired teen rolled his eyes at the sound of his father's pleas, knowing his mother would just wipe her eyes and forgive him. Then Kurt's pretty voice sang in his ear and all he could think about was how happy he should be right now instead of feeling like nothing. Across the line from him was an amazing person who he got to call his boyfriend.

"Stay the night?" he asked, just to make sure.

The smile on Kurt's face could be heard as he responded in a light tone. "I don't mind if that's okay with you? I'll come pick you up and everything."

Blaine let a smile of his own cross his face. "Okay, babe. Just let me get dressed."

"I'll be there soon."

….

Blaine settled into Kurt's bed with a pair of the boy's sweat pants on. He crawled against Kurt's accepting body and put his arms around him while laying his curly head on his chest. Kurt mentioned on the way back to his place he was a fan of the curls and Blaine smiled as he replied of course, being that he didn't have to spend all morning trying to tame them.

He snuck out the house easily being that his parents were in the room probably talking it out like they always did after a fight like this, even though his father had a pretty huge lipstick stain on his collar and a clear hickie on his neck. Blaine had no respect for either of them. It was sad.

"So what do you want to do?" Kurt asked, knocking the teen out of his thoughts. Blaine shrugged as he looked up to find shimmering blue eyes staring back at him.

"We can just talk. I think I want to talk."

Kurt leant forward and placed a gentle kiss to the boy's curly top. "Anything you want, Blaine."

"I just want you to know I'd never cheat on you."

He felt Kurt's arms wrap tighter around him. It was strange that this felt more like home than the place he was just in—the place he spent years growing up in. Kurt's fingers began to rub gingerly over his right hand and Blaine relaxed in the warmth he was provided.

"I know that. I'd never cheat on you either. Or hurt you like that. Ever, Blaine."

"I don't want to go to Dalton."

Kurt chucked softly, still stroking along the bandaging of his boyfriend's hand. "Why are you stressing about that so much? You aren't going anywhere."

Blaine winced slightly as he grabbed Kurt's hand in his. "How do you know that? Those jocks are really asking for it. If your name leaves their lips again, I'm not holding back even a little. You know my story. This isn't the first time I've been targeted like this, and when I got to McKinley and saw them targeting you, I told myself that'd be the last time—"

"You aren't alone in this, Blaine. We aren't alone. We have help. You don't have to do anything by yourself anymore, and beating them senseless is not the way to go about it."

"It gets the point across."

Kurt was quiet as he closed his eyes and tried not to think about it. He simply relished in the moment; being able to have Blaine close while they spoke and drifted to sleep. Blaine began to shift under the covers, and then he felt warm breath ghosting his lips and the slightest contact on his nose before the bad boy's lips were on his. They shared the softest of kisses for the next few minutes, both content with their closeness and the sweetness—the normalness of Kurt and Blaine, without looking to deepen it any further.

Kurt smiled when Blaine brushed a few hairs away from his face with his wrapped hand and opened his eyes to see the other Blaine he knew… the one that would hopefully become the only Blaine.

"I know I say this all the time," Blaine's hazel eyes shined as he spoke, sincerity flooding his voice, "but I'm going to try, Kurt."

The coiffed teen nodded as he placed a hand along Blaine's arm. "I know, sweetie."

"For now," Blaine continued, "we're just going to enjoy this week off. I'll take you for breakfast in the morning," he kissed him on the cheek, "and we'll stroll around the mall," followed by a kiss to the right side of Kurt's lips, "let you force me to see some totally cheesy movie," he kissed Kurt on the nose as the boy laughed, "and then maybe I can get you to share a triple fudge sundae with me at Coldstone," a single, delicate kiss was placed against Kurt's cherry lips that sent Blaine's heart soaring to the sky.

When he pulled away, he smiled at the adorable smile on his boyfriend's face, and his chest was feeling all sorts of things he couldn't understand. He never felt them before.

"But I made plans with Joshua," Kurt said seriously, before laughing at the way Blaine's face dropped at the name. He turned into the pillows, clutching his stomach. "I'm kidding baby," he giggled uncontrollably, "I'm only kidding."

"I don't like you," Blaine said with a smile into his boyfriend's chest, knowing that was the most blatant lie he ever uttered in his whole entire life.

Kurt finally stopped laughing and settled his arms around the teen. "You like me. I can't wait to spend the day with you tomorrow. We'll get your mind off of everything and I'll help you eat your unnecessarily chocolaty ice cream sundae."

"There's no such thing as 'unnecessarily chocolaty', Kurt."

"Whatever."

Blaine smiled as his heart swelled even larger in his chest. "Goodnight, beautiful."

Kurt kissed him in the hair again before closing his eyes, too. "Goodnight, baby."

….

The next few days involved Kurt and Blaine spending time together while being their usually silly selves, going on dates, Blaine staying out of trouble, thankfully, and relaxing as his hand healed. He hated not being able to go to the gym and work out like he would usually do on down time, but he loved that he could lay around with Kurt, kissing, talking, and letting his lips roam to other places that his boyfriend always voiced his approval of.

Blaine hadn't really gone home much over the past few days. It was only to get a change of clothes or to drop some things off. His parents, not minding his absence, asked him where he was staying but Blaine never bothered to answer, only rushing right back out the door.

He and Finn shared brief interaction while Blaine stayed at the Hudmel's, but it wasn't much; just a 'hey', and an apology for everything, and small talk about his hand. Blaine said he'd be able to take the wrapping off tomorrow, being that he could flex his hand without feeling so much pain now. Then that was it—Finn left to hang out with Puck and Sam and Blaine went back up the steps to hang out with Kurt.

Today, it was the day before the crazy party Finn wanted to throw. Blaine had finally gone home the night before because of his father's demand. Kurt accepted it knowing they couldn't spend every night together, and was grateful for what it was worth, an amazing five nights in each other's arms. Blaine on the other hand wasn't pleased. He wanted to stay there as long as possible, which was until Burt and Carole got back of course.

Now with Blaine back at his place, and Kurt free of time, Finn and Puck called upon the blue eyed teen with help on their party planning.

The day before the party.

Kurt stared at them blankly as he sat across the table from Puck, adjacent to his step-brother. They were blabbering about everything, none of which had anything to do with the party, and Kurt found himself growing restless.

"Why am I here exactly?"

Puck stopped the conversation he was indulged in concerning the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit cover midsentence so that Finn could answer him. Kurt only looked between the two of them rather bored as his phone vibrated.

Beautiful –Blaine

"Because you planned mom and dad's wedding. We could use your expertise, man. Furt." he held his fist in the air, "Remember? Furt forever."

Kurt rolled his eyes at them as he replied to the text message.

"Just buy liquor and turn some music on. There's not much to plan for a bunch of drunken teenagers."

What's up baby? –Kurt

"You act like you have somewhere to be, Kurt." Puck spoke up knowingly, his eyebrows dancing along his forehead. That's all it took for Kurt to realize Santana probably told him something.

Parents are gone. Hand is feeling superb. I'm half way there. I'll be over in a few to pick you up. –Blaine

"I kind of do have somewhere to be, Noah."

Okay. I'll be waiting ;-* -Kurt

"Look," Finn cut in, not wanting to know the details, "we want games and like strobe lights, and good food too," he smiled dopily, and Puck nodded his agreement, "we don't only want to get sloppy drunk, you know."

Kurt looked at both of them with his eyes in a line. They both seemed really suspicious. "Is this a ploy to have me slave over the stove, Finn?"

"No, dude!" he responded quickly. Puck slouched down in his chair, mussing his mohawk as his friend continued. "I mean—not unless you want to or something?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and went back to his phone. "I don't want to. Order pizzas or something."

Both teens shrugged.

"That works. Now," Finn turned back to Puck. "Is spin the bottle too lame?"

"Depends on how drunk we are," Puck responded seriously.

Out front –Blaine

Kurt stood up. "Well, I'll see you guys later."

"Where are you going?" Finn asked. Puck smirked as he answered for him.

"Booty call."

….

Kurt slid into the passenger side of his boyfriend's Mustang and Blaine wasted no time giving him a kiss hello. He reached over to lock the door at the same time his tongue made its way around the curve of Kurt's lips. Kurt parted them with a moan hello and the bad boy let his tongue dance inside, exploring every inch of his mouth and rolling his eyes back when Kurt began sucking on it playfully. Blaine shuffled over in his seat to get more comfortable, humming when he felt Kurt pulling him closer. While Blaine allowed one hand to tangle into the brown strands on his boyfriend's head and the other to trace patterns up his thigh, he realized he better get going before they didn't make it to his place to watch the movie.

Kurt made one filthy sound when Blaine's hand ghosted over the bulge in his jeans, and that's all it took for the bad boy to bring his hands back to himself. Things could get serious in the car as they often had, and that probably wasn't a good idea here in broad daylight. He kissed Kurt a few more times before pulling away and facing forward. Kurt stared at him looking absolutely debauch as Blaine put his hands on the steering wheel, trying to regain his breathing, but Kurt pushed him back against the seat and attacked his lips once more. It was all teeth and tongue as he dominated the kiss, his hands clutching in Blaine's black hoodie, eventually trailing underneath and over the rips of his six-pack.

Blaine let his head rest against the seat as Kurt's lips traced his jaw line, kissing each inch tentatively the way he knew drove his boyfriend crazy. His breathing caught as the boys soft fingers teased the nubs of his nipples, pinching and caressing. A car drove by and Blaine opened his dark eyes, though he didn't stop his boyfriend right away.

"We need to get back to my place, baby."

Kurt nodded against his stubby cheek before whispering for him to start the car. His hand left Blaine's chest and he scratched all the way down his abs, smiling at how the muscles contracted against his fingertips before reaching his belt buckle. Blaine took a deep breath and revved the engine as instructed while Kurt undid his belt.

"Kurt—"

"Shh…" Kurt kissed the corner of his lips and smiled, "just drive off baby. I've been dying to watch the tape with you."

Blaine growled, taking another deep breath and putting the car in drive. He bit his lip as Kurt reached into his jeans and touched him. It took all of his will power not to thrust up and send the car flying into Puck's SUV in front of them.

He pulled away, steadying the car down the block. Kurt wrapped his long fingers around Blaine growing cock and pumped once, smirking at how Blaine swallowed hard because of it. He did it again, much firmer and even slower, and his boyfriend full out moaned this time.

"I want to give you head, Blaine."

"Now?"

"Is that a bad idea?"

Blaine shook his head. "No! Not at all, please—"

"But I don't know if you can focus long enough not to crash into a tree, babe." Kurt smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"I can," Blaine nodded, still looking at the road, "I promise."

Kurt stroked his hand once more as his boyfriend pulled up to a red light, watching Blaine throw his head back against the seat, moving his hips forward.

"Are you sure?"

"I promise, Kurt."

Blaine lifted his hips up a little to pull his jeans down some. He pulled Kurt forward by the tie and wet his lips at the way Kurt licked his before the coiffed teen got a grip of his dick and placed slow kisses to the underside, his tongue drawing patterns along the way. Blaine groaned and rested his hand on the boy's back.

"Just remember how much of a tease you're being when we're back in my room Kurt."

Kurt smiled, kissing the head of Blaine's cock now and trailing a string of pre-cum up with his lip as he responded. "But I'm being good, aren't I?"

Blaine watched in pure lust. Kurt sunk a little lower, sucking lightly around his cock and running his fingers along the veins of the base. Blaine rubbed his hand along Kurt's back, stroking the fabric of his cardigan while his boyfriend teased him in all the right ways. A horn beeped and he jumped a little, looking up to see the light was green now.

"I thought you were gonna focus, Blaine…"

"Sorry," he said, turning onto a one way street, "Your tongue, beautiful…."

Kurt sunk deeper, burying all of Blaine's long cock in his mouth. He could feel Blaine's leg move as he switched from the brake pedal to the gas, and continued what he was doing, bobbing his head up and down in a steady rhythm while allowing his flattened tongue to massage Blaine's hardness along the way. All types of expletives were leaving the bad boy's mouth as he moaned, and his hand left Kurt's back to rest in his hair, guiding him along a little deeper.

He approached another red light and put the car in park this time. Kurt relaxed and breathed out through his nose while Blaine's hands fisted his hair, holding him in placed as he thrust up over and over again. Kurt went to touch himself but Blaine told him no; that he'd have his turn when they got there. Then the car beeped behind them again but Blaine didn't care, hoping they'd get the point and drive around him.

Eventually they did, as did all the other cars. Blaine mentally thanked his father for putting tints on his window as he fucked Kurt's mouth, reclining his seat and thrusting to the pace of whatever song was on the radio, the song that Kurt was humming along to.

"I'm so close, Kurt," Blaine growled, "suck me, baby. I'm almost there," Kurt began sucking harder, steadily humming, as the bad boy snapped forward a couple more times. His legs started shaking as he hit his climax, collapsing against the seat with Kurt's name on his lips.

Kurt drank him completely, stilling his movements as he swallowed. He pulled off after letting his tongue linger a little and Blaine grabbed him by the tie, catching him in a deep kiss. The fact that Kurt knew Blaine was greedy to taste his own cum turned him on to no end. They needed to get back to the Anderson residence and fast. Kurt smirked, pulling away and wiping at his lips wantonly.

"Green light."

….

"Are you watching?"

Kurt bit his lip a little too hard as he stared at the screen of Blaine's television. His boyfriend was driving him absolutely crazy.

First, they went up to Blaine's room; Kurt's hand laced into his boyfriend's while they climbed the stairs, the bad boy leading the way.

When they arrived, Blaine whispered for him to undress as he went to sit in his desk chair. Kurt closed the door and turned the lock, just in case Blaine's parents decided to show up unexpected. He walked to the center of the room as his fingers slowly undid the knot in his tie, and let them trail to the buttons of his dress shirt.

Blaine slouched back in the chair, legs spread widely and hands gripping the arm rest. His eyes followed Kurt's hands as they pulled the shirt down and off, before working at the button of his jeans.

"You aren't going to offer any assistance?" Kurt teased. He snapped open the button and slowly pulled at his zipper, smirking at the way Blaine's eyes seemed transfixed on his hands.

"Do you want me to help?"

"Please?"

The innocence in his voice made Blaine gulp. Kurt moved closer, swaying all the way, and Blaine hooked his hands in the so tight jeans as he placed a kiss to the boy's bare navel, working the fabric down inch by inch.

He stretched them over the curve of Kurt's ass and a moan slipped out when he realized Kurt didn't have on any underwear.

Blaine allowed himself to get distracted; his hands rubbed lightly from the back of his boyfriend's thighs up toward the smooth skin of his ass while he sucked and licked where Kurt's waist met his legs. Hands tangled in his hair the harder he sucked while Kurt threw his head back.

The disc was sitting on Blaine's desk labeled 'the tape'. Kurt looked down and saw it just before Blaine grabbed him around the thighs and hoisted him into the air, walking them over to the bed. He lay Kurt down and pulled his jeans off by the bottom of his pant legs. Kurt's cock was hard and pink, standing at attention. He wanted it in his mouth but was patient, making sure that they got through this doing everything he planned.

"On your stomach."

Kurt's dick twitched at the growl of his boyfriend's lusty register before obeying. He turned himself over on the bed, laying his chin on folded arms.

"I have a few rules for you,"

Blaine unzipped his hoodie and placed it down with Kurt's clothing. He grabbed the disc off the dresser and walked towards the television.

"The first rule is to keep your eyes on the screen. Don't move them."

Kurt watched Blaine bend over to place the DVD in and bit his lip. The sight was doing nothing but make him harder.

The menu for the movie came on and Blaine pulled his v-neck over his head, tossing it with the rest of the things. "Second," his muscles flexed as he worked on undoing his jeans. Kurt didn't think he'd be able to wait much longer, "I don't want you to make a sound. I want you to listen to the pretty noises you make when I'm fucking you. It's beautiful, baby."

Blaine saw Kurt's eyes darken at his words and he felt himself getting harder again, stepping out of his jeans. He was left in a plaid pair of red boxers.

"Last," he grabbed the remote and knelt in front of the bed, eye to eye with his boyfriend, "you cum when I say." Kurt's lips parted immediately when Blaine leant forward to kiss him. Their tongues tangled and Blaine cupped both sides of Kurt's face, kissing him deeper.

When Kurt began whimpering Blaine pulled away, but not before biting down on his boyfriend's lower lip playfully. "Do you have any questions?"

Blue eyes darkened as Kurt shook his head no. Already he was obeying the no speaking rule, and Blaine smiled, kissing him again. "Good."

He pressed play on the remote and put it on his nightstand. Kurt looked forward as instructed, his eyes remaining on the screen. It started with Blaine staring into the camera as he made sure it was on. Kurt was sprawled out on the bed, already hard because of what Blaine was doing to him before they decided to go through with making a tape. Blaine was sucking him so hard and his body was thrashing against the bed in pleasure, and Kurt thought he'd cry when the bad boy pulled off. But when he said, 'we should totally record this', Kurt nodded his consent completely.

"Are you watching?"

Kurt bit his lip a little too hard as he stared at the screen of Blaine's television. His boyfriend was driving him absolutely crazy. He nodded though, remembering not to speak, as Blaine mounted him, the red boxers he wore the only thing separating their bare skin from meeting.

On the screen, Blaine had made way over to Kurt on the bed and started kissing him teasingly slow, avoiding Kurt's attempt to give his cock some sort of friction as he snapped up into the air. Blaine held him down by the hips and kissed over his chest, sucking over the ticklish spot on the porcelain toned skin of his ribs, and flattening his tongue as he licked a line back up to his neck.

Kurt groaned on the screen as his boyfriend lapped away at his neck, kissing wetly, still gripping his hips, and sucking softly on his earlobe.

"You hear yourself? So fucking pretty." Blaine whispered, kissing his way down Kurt's back inch by inch. He squeezed Kurt's ass roughly when the boy began massaging himself against the covers until Kurt stopped. Kurt sighed as his boyfriend teased him, his eyes trained on the screen while Blaine's tongue ran down his spine.

At this point in the movie, Blaine whispered something in his ear, and Kurt gulped because he remembered it all to well. He watched as his face changed completely before he nodded feverishly, and Blaine kissed him before raking through his top drawer.

He pulled out a pair of anal beads that were a pretty lavender color, followed by some lubricant. Blaine stopped his ministrations to watch along with his boyfriend, lying down on top of him so that his clothed cock was pressed into Kurt's ass. Kurt instinctively pressed back into him, but Blaine rammed his hips forward, driving Kurt further into the mattress. "Stop. Just watch. This is my favorite part."

Kurt couldn't help but moan at how sexy all of this was, and he knew Blaine would be upset but he couldn't help it. On the screen, Blaine had moved the camera so that it focused on Kurt's hole as he slicked the beads up and got on his knees. Movie Kurt wrenched his eyes closed with anticipation, locking his hands in the covers. He got the point when his boyfriend pushed his legs forward, and he held them up in the air. Blaine licked around the rim of his hole before inserting the first bead and watching it disappear completely. Kurt moaned again as he watched, and Blaine snapped his hips forward again against Kurt's ass.

"Shhh… watch, baby."

Blaine kissed him on the shoulder and they turned their attention to the screen. Kurt needed to cum right now. At this point in the movie, he was shouting as Blaine worked the anal beads in and out of him, providing his prostate with so much pressure his legs shook in the air.

Kurt bit his lip, fighting off the whine he wanted to release as he screamed again and again on the movie. He could almost remember the feeling of those beads inside him, working deeper and stroking him each time. Blaine massaged his nuts with one hand and worked the anal beads with the other, and Kurt cried out loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he felt them entering and leaving his ass. His legs shook harder and his body convulsed, thrashing against the bed in pleasure. Blaine pulled them all the way out and forced them back in one last time as Kurt shot his cum all over his belly and chest, some of it even reaching his lip. The sounds he made as he came were purely pornographic, and he knew that was one of the hardest orgasms he'd ever experienced.

While movie star Blaine pulled the beads out and adjusted his camera on the screen, real life Blaine had started humping Kurt's ass further into the mattress. Kurt prayed that he wasn't drawing blood from how hard he was biting his lip, trying not to make a sound. His hands were laced in Blaine's covers and he got the slightest amount of friction against them as Blaine rocked back and forth on top of him, but it wasn't enough. When Blaine sat up to take off his boxers and settled back on top of him, Kurt buried his face in the duvet. His boyfriend started fucking his cheeks, holding on to the edge of the bed for leverage.

"Watch the movie, Kurt," he breathed out erratically, "watch it or you don't come."

Kurt picked his head and looked at the screen to find Blaine licking all of the cum off his body, starting at his stomach and working his way up. His breathing was still uneven at this point as he lay there trying to regain composure.

Blaine continued to thrust and started grunting. Kurt felt him shaking above him as he watched Blaine kiss him on the screen. He remembered it perfectly, how strongly he could taste himself on Blaine's tongue. And now he felt like he couldn't take any more as Blaine collapsed on top of him, releasing his seed hard between his ass cheeks.

"F-fuck, shit," he stammered out, riding his orgasm all the way. "G-God, you're so hot Kurt."

Kurt shivered away as Blaine's warm breath tickled his ear. "Can I please—can you please touch me?"

Blaine nodded as he tried to catch his breath. "Yeah, baby," he kissed Kurt's shoulder, "promise you won't stop watching."

Kurt stared at the screen and gulped audibly. "I won't. I promise."

Blaine made his way down Kurt's body, soft, firm kisses marking his journey along the way. He spread Kurt's cheeks and started licking up his cum, from the bottom of his crack to the top, and encouraged the way Kurt stuck it out for him as he began to tongue fuck the tight hole. Kurt bit his fist and remained as focused as he could on the movie, but the need for a release was starting to affect him even more.

"Please, Blaine…"

Blaine fucked him deeper with his tongue, twirling it around and stretching Kurt out. He gave his boyfriend's cock one lazy pump just because he knew Kurt was probably hurting at this point, and the usually so well put together boy melted at the contact, falling apart in his hands.

Blaine sat up on his knees and pushed Kurt's ass down so that he was flat on his belly again. "You're doing a horrible job at the staying quiet rule, beautiful. I should have expected that though, right?"

Movie Blaine grabbed the camera and turned Kurt over, pointing at his cock as he placed it between Kurt's ass cheeks. Kurt playfully shook it for him and Blaine could be heard encouraging that action as he slowly pushed himself inside.

Kurt arched his back and lay face down, moaning as Blaine moved deeper and deeper. The video was clear as it showed how tight Kurt's grip on Blaine's cock was as he dragged in and out of the boy.

Kurt felt as if he could cum from watching alone. Then, when he started shouting Blaine's name and the boy moved faster and faster, taping the whole thing, he could hear the bad boy digging around for the box of condoms in his drawer. Kurt couldn't help the internal cheer that sounded inside of him.

Blaine slicked himself up after rolling the condom on, already hard for the third time that afternoon as he watched himself on the screen rocking in and out of Kurt. It turned from a slow show for the camera to the repetitive sound of skin slapping as he grinded in and out of his boyfriend. Kurt voiced his approval over and over again with a 'yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, Blaine!' and that was when actual Blaine had to grab Kurt's hips and force him up until he was on fours.

Kurt shouted out in pleasure when Blaine forced himself inside of him. It probably would've hurt less had he been stretched more but with the amount of time Blaine was taking to let him climax, he wasn't so sure he wasn't going to start handling his orgasm himself.

"I want you to let go at the same time we do on the movie. Okay, baby?"

Blaine held Kurt on each side of his hips and worked himself in and out to the rhythm of the movie. Kurt helped, spreading his legs wider and letting Blaine assault his prostate. He fucked himself onto Blaine, crying that he was close.

"I-I-I can't wait baby. I c-can't do it—"

Blaine reached around Kurt's body and held his cock tightly at the base, still pumping harder and harder. "You can do it, love. Watch the screen. Look at how your legs are shaking for me baby,"

"God, Blaaiinee—"

"You're close there too," he ran his other hand into Kurt's hair and began to pull as he snapped his hips back and forth, loving how tight Kurt was around him and how perfectly he always took him. "Watch, we're both about to…"

"Blaine! Fuck thatfeelsso… so good…"

Blaine tried to keep control of his breathing as he took a few more even strokes. He heard Kurt shout on the television and he started moving his hand, and Kurt started to scream for him right there. The sounds were all it took for Blaine to fall over the edge again, collapsing over his boyfriend and coming so hard he thought he'd lose consciousness.

Kurt fell against the bed after his orgasm, exhausted as ever. He felt Blaine pull out, and heard the condom hit his trash can before the boy hit the bed with a thud on the other side of him. The television silenced and all that could be heard was the sounds of their heavy breathing.

"We need to… we need to change your sheets now," Kurt breathed out with a satisfied smile. Blaine smirked next to him.

"So what did you think?"

Kurt smiled even harder, turning his head to look at Blaine's naked body next to his. "I think I have a new favorite movie."