Chapter 12

"So how is school in McKinley? You know I've never been to public school." Thad told Brittany, smiling at the blond softly as the Warbler did what he liked to call 'worked his magic'.

Santana had had enough of this. It'd be five straight minutes of these spoiled losers trying to get lucky with both she and her girlfriend. One of them wouldn't stop licking his lips at her and to say she was disgusted would be an understatement of epic proportions. Repulsed might be a word to begin with, but it still didn't get the job done. As Brittany explained that McKinley was a fun school all about letting your inner unicorn shine, the Warbler nodded and stepped closer to her, brushing away the bangs on her forehead. Apparently, this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Santana took a step forward and stood in Thad's face.

"You best take your crummy little hands away from Brit or I'll take the silver spoon out your mouth and shove it up your preppy little ass! I think you want to get a Lima Heights Adjacent style nut bash like your friend did the other day, is that it?"

Thad looked at her skeptically, backing away with his hands in the air. His Warbler friends had concerned looks on their faces as well. "Calm down, honey. She isn't complaining."

The sound of car doors slamming a few feet away made the group look up, and was probably the only thing that saved them from getting a Lima Heights Adjacent style nut-bash-in. There was Blaine, putting the keys to his car in his pocket, wearing a grey newsboy cap and navy pea coat with a scarf that matched the hat. His dark denim jeans were cuffed at the bottom and the suede wingtip shoes on his feet definitely completed the mature look he must've been aiming for. His old friends watched him as the 18 year old pushed his glasses up his nose and checked to make sure he was good, then reached out a hand for him.

Kurt took it gladly. The entire group's mouth dropped; New Directions and Warblers alike. The boy had on a duffle coat, thigh high boots, and the tightest jeans ever worn ever. Santana's eyes almost popped out her head the closer and closer they got.

"Hey guys," Blaine looked at his old friends; a few Warblers who were supposedly straight but couldn't take their eyes off of Kurt. "Ready to go inside?"

"Why the fuck are you out here and not in the back of the car giving sweet Porcelain here a blow job?"

Kurt's cheeks colored a beet red before looking away. "Honey let's go inside."

"Greg's going to lose his mind," one of the boys joked, smirking when his friends laughed. Thad only watched the couple walk off, the blond and Latina following behind them. Eventually he hit the one who said it and motioned inside the bowling alley. This would be a long night.

….

"I heard you're singing a song by Michael Buble. Is that true?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the annoying brunette in front of him. Kurt said they'd be there soon and now 10 minutes later he was still being harassed by this hobbit.

"What makes you think I'm going to tell you anything from my set list, exactly?"

"You wouldn't be telling me the exact song, you'd be saying whether or not you are performing a number by said artist." Rachel explained, "What's the harm in that?"

"Please go away." Sebastian demanded in a nice way, looking over her head at the clock on the wall.

Finn approached with a smile; the action slowly turning into a smirk when he laid eyes on Sebastian. "Kurt and Blaine have arrived. The gang is all here. It's time for you and your friends to get your asses handed to you."

Sebastian looked past him as best he could. Yes, he himself was tall, but Finn was somewhat of a dinosaur to be honest. First, the Warbler's eyes landed on Greg by the entrance. He was still standing with the other members of their show choir; their eyes glued to the doorway. Greg wore this look that Sebastian honestly couldn't decipher—was it possible to have envy, undeniable lust, and absolute hatred written on your face all at once?

That brought him to the people of the hour. Blaine entered the bowling alley hand in hand with Kurt; the couple glancing around at their friends and not-so-friends. Sebastian pushed the big lug (who was still blabbering taunts in his face) away, just so he could get a better look. Finn stumbled into Sam as Sebastian stood up straight, pulling at the hem of his sweater and staring at Kurt. The teen smiled at Mercedes as she walked over; his outfit the epitome of sex— and the confidence in his eyes as he settled next to Blaine made him that much more sexy. When he happened to find Sebastian he rolled his eyes away, making the elder lick his lips.

Blaine's eyes left his ex's as Greg took a long look at the both of him. He still couldn't believe he had gotten pulled into this get together. It seemed a bit off being here with former friends he knew hated him, his ex who proved just how much of a worm he could truly be, and Sebastian who looked like he wanted to have Kurt for dessert. That wasn't going to fly.

"What're you guys waiting for?" Mike slapped both Kurt and Blaine on the back, pushing them further into the building. "I'm ready to bowl! Get your shoes. Come on."

Blaine smiled back at him and nodded, guiding his boyfriend through the familiar establishment. It was odd being here. He'd come here with Gregory on a few dates and though it wasn't his idea, bringing a new boyfriend to the spot made him feel that much more uncomfortable.

The lobby was filled with kids from both show choirs at this point. As Blaine walked towards the customer service desk, Kurt walked beside him, ignoring the whispers from his boyfriend's former schoolmates and trying not to stick his finger up at Greg. His jealous, butt hurt face said it all, and as far as he was concerned he hadn't gotten even for all the bullshit the grey eyed teen put he and Blaine through. Of course they could get even at Sectionals, but it'd be nice to rub in how victorious he already was tonight.

There may've been a tad bit of skank left in Kurt Hummel, piercings or not.

"Are you playing gum drop?" Blaine asked. He leant against the desk as the employee waited and looked to his boyfriend. And how great was it that the exact thing he didn't want happening was occurring right beside him? Greg and Kurt were in the middle of an intense stare down—his ex looked as if he could kill with his eyes and Kurt was wearing a smirk along with a 'fuck you' face. Blaine nudged him with his elbow until Kurt looked at him.

"Oh," Kurt smiled, "what were you saying?"

Blaine gave him a look and Kurt laughed a little, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll be good. I swear."

"He's not worth it Kurt."

"I'll behave," Kurt reiterated with a smile. "After our little dinner party I think we should both have a little fun, don't you think?"

Blaine didn't want to think about his parents or Texas. He pushed that far away and looked up at his boyfriend; the elder giving him an innocent look. Rolling his eyes and garnering a laugh, he smiled and repeated the question from earlier. "Am I renting shoes for you too, baby?"

"Well these boots aren't the easiest to get out of," he replied with a smile. His boyfriend took the opportunity to glance down his body again and Blaine had to lick his lips. The suck me now jeans were going to be a pain to get him out of later (which is what he intended to do) but the reward would be amazing. "I'll pass for now." Kurt whispered knowingly.

The nerdy teen nodded before responding. "I'm going to need to watch you go at some point. You made us come, remember that." Kurt rolled his eyes playfully as Blaine pulled out his wallet and turning to the front desk. "Can I have a size 11, please?"

Kurt leant forward beside him and waited. The employee went in search of a pair of bowling shoes and a few of the teens walked past, going in the direction of the lanes. Someone announced over the loud speaker that glow in the dark bowling would start in another forty five minutes as Sam walked up to them.

"We're going in. Meet us inside."

Blaine nodded to him, drumming his fingers along the top of the desk. "Sure thing." The blonde walked off, followed by Puck who'd been spending his first few minutes there trying to pick up a few of the moms who were there with their middle schoolers. Kurt wanted to shake his head at the behavior, but it was totally expected. He faced forward again, watching the employee weave in and out of the aisles. Neither teen heard Greg approach, nor had they known he was there until the boy's deep voice entered the air.

"You'd think after a history like ours you'd at least say hello." He ignored Kurt, no matter how hard it was when he looked like that, and stared at the boy in front of him. Blaine sighed, turning back to face him, and his ex continued. "I mean I was your first, Blaine. You never forget the first person you make love to. A hello would've been nice."

"The key word in that entire pathetic speech was history," Kurt told him. He stood up straight and smiled at the Warbler; Greg turning his focus to him as he played at the scruff of his beard. "So if we're done here…"

"Greg," Sebastian patted him on the shoulder and squeezed tightly, "let's get inside. How about that?"

Blaine accepted the shoes as he ignored the couple behind him. He put cash down and grabbed Kurt's hand, not even giving the two a second thought. Sebastian watched Kurt roll his eyes at the both of them before turning away, allowing Blaine to lead him to where the others had gone.

"What're you doing?"

"What're you doing?" Sebastian shoved his friend off, "Let's be real, here. I said we're coming to enjoy ourselves."

"Are you enjoying watching them?" Greg smirked as he asked, "Because Blaine looks gorgeous and his failure of a man boyfriend who you're totally sporting a boner over looks hot as hell. That twerp ruined my relationship and now he's parading it in my face. I'm not enjoying any of this."

Sebastian's green eyes stared at his friend for a second. "Get over yourself."

"Fuck you." Greg walked off with a smirk, jacket over his arm. Sebastian shook his head, straightening out his sweater and moving to follow him. Something told him they were in for a long night.

….

"Okay so the first team is… me, Sam, Rachel, and Finn against four of your losers. Second team is… Kurt are you playing?" Puck asked him. Kurt shook his head no, sitting down besides Brittany. Greg watched him cross his legs with his lip worried between his teeth before watching the groups assemble. "Okay," Puck continued, "Second team is Blaine, Mike, Tina, and Santana. Loser forfeits at Sectionals."

"Dude?" Finn stepped forward with his typically confused face as Blaine turned to see if Finn was serious.

"What?! Noah, are you out of your mind?" Rachel put the perfectly polished gold star patterned bowling ball she brought along back into her bag and went to join the group. Greg quirked an eyebrow as a sinister smile spread over his face.

"You do know you have a bunch of chicks on your teams against us," he gestured to the Warblers standing behind him. "Is that a bet you honestly want to make?"

"No bets," Blaine told him. He straightened his bowtie out after looking down at the hideous, half blue, half purple bowling shoes on his feet. "We were told this was all about fun." He voiced, staring at Sebastian. His old friend nodded at him, quickly taking his eyes away from Kurt.

"It is about fun."

"You guys don't know how to have a good time," Puck pushed past Finn and sat at the keyboard, going to enter in everyone's names. Sebastian went to do the same at the other lane he rented. "Fine. No betting, but someone at least tell me you have a fake ID so we can get a few beers? Otherwise this is going to be a snooze fest."

Kurt accepted Blaine's ring when the boy handed it over. "Keep it safe for me?"

"Of course," Kurt answered, grabbing the teen by his scarf and pulling him close. Blaine got the idea and grinned, moving forward and connecting their lips into a slow, sensual kiss. It was possible that the fact Greg was loathing and Sebastian had to turn away made the kiss even hotter, but Kurt wouldn't admit that aloud. He simply gripped his boyfriend's scarf even harder, biting on Blaine's lower lip and relishing in the strangled moan that slipped from his throat. Santana could be heard mumbling wanky in the background as she went to join Puck, not that the action was anything new, and Blaine hesitantly pulled away when Kurt finally released him.

"Go kick ass for me, dweeb?"

Blaine stood up straight though his eyes never left Kurt's. The nerdy boy gulped and pushed at the frame of his glasses. "If I do kick ass?"

Greg decided to walk off as well. He'd seen enough, and Sectionals seriously wasn't coming quickly enough. That would be the day he could replace the smug look on Kurt's face with a defeated one. Not that he couldn't do it tonight … if things went his way of course.

"If you kick ass, my suck me now jeans become my on the floor jeans. Catch my drift?"

Blaine's hand found the nape of his neck as he rubbed there anxiously. "I do." With one more glance up and down the teen's tight outfit—that shirt seemed to highlight his arms better and better each second, Blaine spoke once more. "Enjoy the show, Kurt."

Kurt smiled, watching him walk off.

Blaine clasped his hands as he walked over to his friends, finding the group of guys they were going up against. Apparently it was Jeff, Greg, David and Sebastian. David tried to pull out when he heard Santana the nut destroyer was facing him but didn't get a chance.

A few minutes passed, and both sides were ready to go. Kurt, Mercedes and Artie laughed as Finn swaggered his way over to the marker, taking a few steps and letting the ball go. He knocked down all the pins but one and smirked at Nick as he turned around.

Blaine sat with Mike close to their lane, watching as Greg prepared to bowl. The teen checked the feel of a black fourteen pound bowling ball, flexing his fingers and nodding as he ran forward. The ball flew quickly but hit its middle target, knocking down each and every pin. He smirked after watching it happen, fist bumping Jeff and David. Tina stepped forward for her turn next as Greg walked back to where Blaine sat, taking the spare seat beside him and kicking back.

"That was for you, baby." He licked his lips and glanced to his left with a smile. Mike turned back to them and got a good look at the Warbler.

"I really hope you find someone stupid enough to deal with you like I was, because the whole thirsty, desperately trying to come between me and Kurt charade is not only pathetic, but it's all in vain." Blaine seemed bored with the conversation and Mike smirked, turning back to the game. He clapped at his girlfriend's effort; Tina got an Asian split and smiled at Sebastian's taunts as she left. He seemed sweet, unlike the other fuckers they were playing with.

Greg nodded at the words as Sebastian set up to go. Kurt eyed his boyfriend's ex closely, and Greg winked at him before leaning closer to Blaine. "I'm not playing any mind games, Blaine. I said you'd be back and you'll be back. He probably can't take your cock like I can, baby."

Mike's face blanched white. He stood up and went to join his girlfriend, leaving Blaine sympathetic and Greg with a smirk on his face.

"Guess your friends don't want to hear about how hot you are when you're behind me—"

"You can stay the hell away from me, Greg." Blaine stood up and went to another seat, not far from Sebastian. He knew Kurt was watching and he knew it must've been awkward, which was a huge part of why he didn't want to be here anyway. The last thing he needed was his boyfriend to watch him get played with because Greg didn't understand the word no.

Sebastian turned to look at Blaine, elbows rested on his knees as he slouched in the seat. Blaine watched David prep to go and rolled his eyes when his grey-eyed ex decided to sit in between him and Sebastian.

"Don't be so touchy, Blaine."

"Greg." Sebastian glared at him but his best friend only smiled.

"What?"

"Everything okay?" Kurt sat close beside his boyfriend with a concerned look. "You look aggravated."

Blaine smiled as he glanced over. "I'm better now. Though I'd really like if you let us go back to the car and forget about this little get together?"

"You're up Blaine." David told him after getting a strike. He smiled and looked at the score. "You guys want to catch up maybe?"

Blaine ignored him and looked to his right. "Baby, go back to where you were."

"I'm fine here," Kurt kissed him and urged the boy up. He sat back in the seat and smiled at his boyfriend's wary face. "I promise I can handle myself. And remember what I said if you guys win…"

Blaine smiled, nodding and looking at his ex. "Don't talk to anyone desperate for attention."

Greg smirked and Sebastian sighed, ruffling his hair. Kurt glanced at the boys and nodded. "I'll be fine babe."

Puck's laughing when one of the Warblers got a gutter ball was loud enough to remind Blaine that it was his turn. He looked away from the group and went to get a bowling ball. Greg watched the boy and licked his lips, all before scooting slightly to the right.

"Greg."

"Bas," Greg smiled. "I know. Leave me alone."

Sebastian stood up and walked off, not even wanting to be bothered with his best friend's bullshit. And Greg wondered why Blaine gave up on him? Who would date someone so immature?

Kurt watched the tall brunette walk away and over to a few other Warblers. He was left alone with Greg, watching as his boyfriend began his first run.

"So how far have you two gotten?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Did this joke honestly think making small talk was the way to go right now? "Excuse me?"

"As far as the planning, I mean? Have you started your planning yet?" Greg played at the necklace around his neck as he awaited a response. Kurt looked at him, though the boy didn't look back. He was too busy watching Blaine's go, biting his lip when the boy left the two corner pins up.

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

Greg sighed. Blaine glanced back as he waited for the bowling ball to return, staring to make sure all was well.

"You know, Kurt," Greg finally gave him eye contact, "The shopping trips, the movie dates. Did he ask you to accompany him to any science-esque events? Did you both discuss college together? Any future arrangements?"

Kurt gave no reply; only staring at silver eyes as the boy smiled.

"I'll take your silence as an answer in the affirmative. He did the same thing with me too, you know. We used to watch really old movies and quote along with them. He'd sing to me during the musical numbers, and then we'd kiss. A lot," he smiled at the blank look Kurt gave him in return, "and then he'd fuck me as hard as I begged him to."

Blaine's form was amazing as he went again, curving the ball slightly so that it hit one pin and barely missed the other. Santana started shouting in Spanish and the nerdy boy waved her off. Greg smiled, "It's easy to fall in love with an amazing guy like that, right?"

"Why didn't he fall in love with you?" Kurt asked, not as maliciously as Greg took it.

The elder shrugged. "Oh, who knows, Kurt? I guess I wasn't as pliant as he would've liked. I challenged him. Made him hate me at times, but that made the angry sex that much better." Kurt felt disgusted with the conversation. "You'd think a little guy like that wouldn't be so hot in bed, but Kurt… he's amazing."

"Glad you have those memories," Kurt said with a smirk, looking up to notice Blaine was returning to join them. "It sounds like you're still living through them."

Greg laughed a little, tugging at the sleeve of his cardigan. "Ah. Maybe if he doesn't get bored with you anytime soon, you'll have them too, prude. But know that he will get bored."

Blaine wondered what the pair on the bench seats was talking about, especially since he asked Kurt not to talk to him at all. Who knew what seeds of doubt he had planted already? After five more steps, he was back in front of Kurt.

"Let's go get some food for everyone, baby."

Kurt turned away from Greg and smiled, looking up at Blaine who pulled at his grey cap. "Ok, dweeb." He took his hand and let himself be led away. Greg watched Kurt go, pointedly staring at his ass and shaking his head. He must've been so tight. Blaine would have fun playing with that before he came running back to him.

….

"What are we getting exactly?"

Blaine counted the money he had. "Random stuff I guess. Everyone put in 5 bucks."

Kurt nodded, looking up at the menu. "I just want something to drink."

"What did he say to you?"

Blaine leant against the counter, staring at his boyfriend. Kurt smiled softly and rolled his eyes.

"He warned me that you'd get bored of me too like you did him—after we fucked for a few months. Everything we've been doing together, the college planning and things we've discussed about New York… you also did those things with him, and he wants me to know you're running a game."

Blaine looked through the glass out the restaurant into the bowling alley. Kurt tugged on his hat adorably and made the boy look at him. "Are you going to be pissy again?"

An employee walked over and looked at Kurt. "Can I help you?"

He looked away and at the employee, quickly trying to come up with something. "Um, can we have 6 large pizzas? Extra cheese. And Buffalo wings."

The man pressed buttons on the register as Blaine stood up straight, touching the small of his boyfriend's back.

"Any drinks?"

Kurt hummed. "Maybe four pitchers of Coke."

"$86.50." the gentleman said. Blaine counted off ninety and handed it over. He got the change back and tucked it in his pocket before falling back into conversation.

"I'm not going to be pissy but I am upset."

Kurt smiled. "Do you love me, dweeb?"

"I love you, Kurt. You know that." Blaine pulled him close.

Kurt leant in to kiss him, smiling against his lips. "Okay. That's all I care about."

They were quiet for just a second, and Kurt could sense that Blaine was still bothered by it. He leant in and their noses touched softly. Blaine sighed, and Kurt smiled as he pressed their lips together. A simple gesture that he hoped said exactly what he felt.

Blaine licked his lips when Kurt pulled away. "I'm not that guy."

Duh, Kurt thought. "I'm not stupid. I don't have a problem with us doing things you love. He was stupid enough to take that for granted and be a horrible boyfriend, but even if you and him did do things that we do, it'll be special for us."

"We talked about college, me and him… but it was never—"

Kurt cut him off with a smile. "I. Don't. Care." Blaine stared him in the eyes and relaxed a bit. "Now, I won't lie about being a little jealous when he told me how good you fucked him…"

A girl about their age walked in the restaurant with wide eyes, smiling at the show. They ignored her, not by choice, but because as usual they were in their own world.

"I want to be able to brag about how good you fucked me, too."

Blaine bit his lip. "What happened to the blushing virgin I met when I moved to Lima?"

Kurt smirked as Blaine's hands squeezed at his side. "You ruined him, and he liked it."

Blaine groaned and Kurt had to laugh lightly. "Aren't you supposed to be out there winning? And c'mon stop," Kurt giggled at his boyfriend's lips on his neck, "this is Ohio, you know."

Blaine rolled his eyes and pulled back, settling against the counter. He ignored his boyfriend smirking at him as the girl put in her order. "Can't wait to take you to New York."

"Texas."

"Shut up," Blaine smirked, shoving him away. Kurt laughed and stretched his limbs.

They stood in the restaurant a while longer, comfortably quiet. Blaine's mind went over the things Kurt said Greg told him and he sighed, pulling at his scarf. "You know my first time wasn't special."

Kurt and the nosy girl behind him both looked up. The coiffed teen lifted his eyebrow and walked closer, leaning on the counter beside him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean just that." Blaine glanced away from him and into the bowling alley. "We never really 'made love' or did anything I wanted my first time to be like. If you couldn't tell, I had a hard time saying no to Greg. I wanted to wait; he made it so that I couldn't."

Kurt nodded as he listened.

"He always wanted to go a little further and I gave in. It was quick and in the heat of the moment, and I didn't want my first time to happen like that. I'm not letting ours happen that way, either." Blaine turned to face him, "I just want you happy, always."

Kurt smiled, glancing back at the girl when she made some unintelligible noise and wiped the tear off her face. He shook his head and looked back at him. "I want you happy too. And I hope I can give you what you always wanted."

"You already are."

"Blaine, you're up. Let's go," Jeff shouted from the doorway. He looked to Kurt and back to Blaine before motioning with his head. Blaine nodded to his old friend.

"We'll be back for everything," Blaine told the worker. The man nodded and he took Kurt's hand, leading him back into the bowling alley.

"I can wait for it you know," Kurt grinned as his boyfriend dragged him along.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm not leaving you alone again."

They arrived back at their lanes and Kurt let his boyfriend's hand go. Sebastian walked passed him to take a seat next to Greg; the latter focused on Blaine. Kurt shook his head at him and watched as well.

Before Blaine went, he smirked and turned back, walking straight up to Kurt. The taller teen eyed him skeptically but couldn't stop the smile forming on his face. Leaning in to whisper, Blaine spoke softly into Kurt's ear.

"If I bowl a strike, you have to take my turn next."

Kurt smirked. "We'll see about that."

"Would you?" he was asked. His boyfriend pulled back a bit to see blue eyes and Santana cleared her throat.

Kurt smiled. "I would. Go."

It turned out that Kurt would be bowling on Blaine's turn next. And that was a lot of pressure because it was up to him to win the game. But how hard could it be? It was tossing a ball at some sticks. It couldn't be as big of a deal as Rachel was making it.

He smiled at the kiss Blaine gave him and nodded at Puck's shout of 'Don't fuck up, Hummel' before walking off.

Greg found himself looking away in disgust every time they kissed, and when Kurt teasingly called him dweeb, the boy had to go away for a few seconds. Blaine was the boy he made plans with, and he actually took those moments seriously. And now for Blaine to come here and make memories with someone else… he felt like a joke.

"Gutter ball."

Kurt ignored the David's taunt as he held the bowling ball up to his eyes, taking a few steps and launching it down the lane. It struck all the pins and they collapsed. Finn cheered from where he was cuddled with Rachel (their team lost by 10 points) and Blaine smiled as his boyfriend sauntered back over to him.

"Looks like the New Directions just won."

The lights cut out and the glow in the dark theme began. Every one cheered and Blaine smiled, staring around the bowling alley.

"Want to go celebrate?"

Kurt grinned. "We have to go get the food. Then, maybeeee…."

"Defintely." Blaine corrected him.

Kurt grinned. "We'll see."

….

The choirs ate in the well-lit restaurant part of the bowling alley, some of them even mingling with each other. Kurt stayed with Blaine to the side, both of them having eaten earlier, and simply sharing small talk.

"So I have another go in me. Let's see if these idiots can get lucky again." Puck finally swallowed his food, and stood up, crossing the diner and sitting down next to Sebastian. He smiled at him and then at Greg.

"How about that bet?"

Jeff rolled his eyes. "We're not betting on forfeiting dude."

Puck waved him off. "I know, pussies. I'm talking about something else."

Greg wiped his mouth and leant forward. Sebastian looked at him as well. "We're listening."

Puck smiled, placing his arm around the seats and looking across the table. Greg's eyes locked on his. "Simple. We win, you step off. Don't bother Blaine or Kurt ever again. If you win, I don't care, you can be an asshole and annoy them. But I reserve the right to kick your ass if Hummel ever complains to me."

Jeff smirked and looked to his glee club leader. Sebastian nodded.

"I'm fine with that."

Greg rolled his eyes at his friend and focused on Puck. "You won't touch me."

"Doesn't matter. You're going to lose anyway." Puck stood up and straightened his clothes. "So. Do we have a deal?"

Sebastian nodded. "Deal."

Greg looked at him and Puck smirked. "Excellent. See you losers out there."

...

The worst thing wasn't that the Warblers lost. It wasn't Puck's teasing, or Finn's dopey ass dance moves, or the way Mercedes started riffing, or even Santana's representing Lima Heights. No. It was watching them the whole entire time, tucked away in the back of the alley, practically all over each other. At one point Kurt was on his lap, and Blaine's hands were squeezing his ass, and sure you could only see it if you stared back there with it being so dark in the bowling alley, but Greg couldn't look away. None of it was fair.

But they'd loss now. Sebastian hadn't even played, knowing he was one of their best bowlers. Greg hated him for that. As a best friend, you'd think he'd be all for him getting Blaine back, but he kicked back with Sam and talked about whatever bullshit they spoke about, not giving a damn about anything his friend was feeling. Greg looked over to them again, waiting for the strobe lights to roll in their direction and gulping hard when he saw Kurt's hand rubbing at the bulge in Blaine's jeans.

"Let's get out of here."

Sebastian smiled. "What's wrong? Can't harass your happily moved on ex so now we have to leave in a rage?"

Sam smirked.

"Let's go, Bas," Greg sat down and started removing his bowling shoes. "I'm getting out of here. You can walk back to Dalton if you'd like."

Sebastian rolled his eyes and stood up. "Warblers, let's roll."

The guys turned around with scrunched faces. "Why? We're about to start another go!"

"C'mon." Sebastian grabbed his designer shoes and gave Sam a head nod. Greg glanced back over to the corner, saw Kurt waving goodbye as Blaine sucked on his neck, and rolled his eyes away.

He couldn't wait until Sectionals.

….

"Are your parents at home?"

Blaine nodded. "They said they'd go to my grandparents for the weekend but after the disagreement earlier they decided we should talk when I get home. I just got a text from dad. Do you think your parents are up?"

Kurt listened to his words and nodded. "Yepp. My dad won't sleep until I get in. One time I went to a party with the skanks and stayed out until 4. He was up waiting and screamed my head off when I got in."

Blaine smiled. "Well the problem is I really want to taste you," he made a left turn after getting off the parkway and licked his lips, "and I really don't want to take you home before I do that. So how can we fix this problem?"

Kurt felt his cock get a bit stiffer in his already painted on jeans. "We can go hang out at Quinnie's. She'd give us a little time alone."

Blaine glanced at him. "Oh yeah?"

His boyfriend nodded. "Yeah."

"Then give her a phone call."

….

It took way too long for Blaine to get Kurt out his jeans. Entirely too long. With his boyfriend sucking hard on his neck and blunt nails teasing skin underneath his shirt, Blaine found it hard to focus on removing the buttons, but he got them undone, as well as the ones on Kurt's vest, and before either of them could process it Kurt's jeans were around his ankles and his button-up was thrown open. Neither knew where his tie was.

Blaine took in the sight before him as he lowered to his knees. Between Kurt's legs, he stared from the tousled brown hair on his head to the desire in blue-green eyes, down to swollen lips that were slightly parted and nothing less than beautiful. He looked at the mark on Kurt's neck, slightly under his tattoo and smiled, then moving his focus to hardened nipples that Blaine found himself kissing, one by one. Kurt gasped, lacing his fingers into the younger teen's curls and stroking lightly. From there, Blaine let the tip of his tongue trail zigzags over his boyfriend's abdomen, dipping in lines and adoring the way Kurt whined, muscles flexing beneath him. When he reached Kurt's navel he planted a string of kisses over it, every three or four letting his tongue out to tease the inny.

Kurt had his head thrown back; trying not to thrust up at the minimal friction he was receiving. It felt amazing having Blaine so close, kissing his midriff and sucking hickeys over his hipbone, but the boy wasn't close enough. Blaine looked up and grinned.

"I bet you'll feel amazing getting harder in my mouth." Kurt's eyes went wide when Blaine kissed the tip of his dick, licking the precome that remained on his lips. "You taste amazing too."

And then he sucked softly on the tip and Kurt moaned, laying his head on the sofa in Quinn's basement. Blaine sucked again before taking in more, not stopping until his throat was tickled by the head of Kurt's cock, bobbing his head with shut eyes and blowing Kurt like he was a candle on his birthday cake.

The shock had finally left and Kurt tightened his fingers in Blaine's hair, groaning and gasping for breath. He prayed Quinn's parents wouldn't feel the need to come in the basement at any point as Blaine sucked on him hard, humming and rubbing along his thighs. The teen pulled off and smiled at the blue eyes he found.

"Feel like fucking my mouth? You know, for practice when you're inside of me and all…"

Kurt swallowed and exhaled. "You're such a tease you fucking dweeb—ooh shit."

Blaine put his mouth back on Kurt, so hot and wet that the elder couldn't take it. And then he didn't move. He just left his mouth there, waiting patiently for Kurt to get the hint.

Kurt got the hint.

He bit his lip and rested his hands atop Blaine's head. Experimentally, he thrust up once, and Blaine hummed in pleasure, urging him to do it again. Kurt exhaled. It felt too fucking good. He did it again, cursing when his cock found Blaine's throat and doing it again, and again, and fuck.

Blaine exhaled hard through his nose. He spread Kurt's legs and took the boy's balls in his hand, rolling softly and almost choking when Kurt's hips snapped off the couch. But he didn't. He took the hit like a boxing champ, humming despite watery eyes and loving every second.

"Shit! Oh my—I'm not gonna last," Kurt had no self-control. He thrust up again, fucking Blaine's mouth and watching as the teen looked back up at him. The teasing in Blaine's eyes as his dick slid between his lips was what did it. Blaine pressed into his perineum and Kurt arched, muscles tensing and eyes rolling back. He shouted Blaine's name and came hard into the boy's mouth.

Blaine moved his head to suck him through it. He swallowed, glancing up at his debauched boyfriend and grinning when he pulled off. They both breathed heavily for a few beats and after a moment, Kurt opened his eyes and found Blaine grinning at him.

"So you liked my jeans?"

Blaine bit his lip into a smile. "I did."