“Kurt, are you coming to my party?”

It was his sister in law’s voice on his answering machine that finally rouse him from sleep.

“You better be here, boy. I’m tired of you staying away. Call me back or Finn and I are going over there to hunt you down” The line disconnected.

Kurt sighed as he opened his eyes.

He would have preferred the dream to the stark loneliness that awaited him when he opened his eyes. At least there, even in the dark, frightening abyss of desires too dark to name, he had a purpose, rather than fears.

He stared down at the large stuffed Chewbacca he clutched to his chest in his sleep. It was a present from his father when he moved to New York.

“Something to keep the bad dreams away”, Burt had said sadly.

Kurt often had bad dreams, memories from all the shit he had to endure for being gay and living in a city like Lima.

“kurt, you awake now?” His best friend and roommate, Ella James called from the bottom of the downstairs hallway, her voice barely penetrating the sleepy fog that clouded Kurt�s mind.

Ella was and unique person, so caring and compassioned. Neither Kurt nor Ella needed a roommate his successful clothing line and her medical career made sure of that, but he loved having Ella around, she in her own crazy way took care of him and he loved her for that.

People didn’t understand their relationship; after all they were very different individuals.

They had met back in college when Kurt took an acting class just for credits and fun, Ella had played his lover in an introductory exercise and the connection had been immediate, they had been thought so much together, from broken hearts, bad grades and pregnancy scares, to the first time Ella saved a patient and Kurt first runway show.

“Yeah, Mom. I’m awake,” he yelled back, rising from bed, imagining Ella smirk.

“I am tree months older than you, do you have to hold it over my head every time?”, she yelled, “get your ass downstairs I made breakfast, and before you say anything is fruit salad so I didn’t burn any of your precious pans”

kurt laugh out loud at that, in spite of all her qualities, she couldn’t cook to save her life.
“I can hear you laughing, and I would punch you in the face, but I am late for my shift, i�ll be back at two to say goodbye, love you”

“Love you to E, bye”

Kurt got of bed and headed for the shower unable to stop thinking about Rachel’s party.

Kurt hated parties.

He always had and knew he always would.

He invariably ended up going with Ella, and always ended up leaving alone.

Parties jinxed him.

Men jinxed him, they had for years. But sadly he was committed to this party, having promised to Rachel he�ll be there months ago.

What else could he do but get ready to go?

Kurt grimaced, he really didn’t want to think about Rachel, not because he hated her, she was after all one of her closest friends, but to think of Rachel led Kurt to think of him,

of Rachel’s older brother,

of Blaine Anderson.

The thought of him caused mixed reactions in kurt.

Blaine was six feet three inches of hard packed muscle and dark, brooding good looks with a cynical, mocking attitude that drove him crazy, and on top of that he was a freaking genius. As owner of Anderson�s Electronic, Rachel said that Blaine had moved his parents company into the financial sphere now enjoyed, as one of the leading electronic manufacturers.

But for Kurt to think of Blaine was to think about more than his brooding good looks, for Kurt to think of Blaine was to think of his kisses

and his kisses …Jesus his kisses were the stuff dreams were made of.

His fingers were wicked instruments of torturous pleasure; his lips were capable of throwing him into a hypnotic trance when they touched him.

He suppressed a sigh. No man kissed as well as Blaine Anderson. It should be a crime that one man should ooze so much sex appeal, and be such an asshole to boot. And it was really a crime that he couldn’t get past that one stolen kiss long enough to enjoy any others.

After showering, he quickly blow dried his hair, sighing as he swiped the brush through his silky brown-gold hair one last time before turning back to the open doors of his enormous closet.

He had promised Rachel he would stay with her for this week. That he would take the time off work and go to the large family home she had received from her parents as wedding gift.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love being there, he thought as he packed his suitcase. He did. He loved his family terribly, and going to Lima meant seeing his parents and all of his childhood friends, but going to Lima also meant seeing Blaine, he was very close with Rachel and was constantly at their house. He stayed there often, and it was Blaine he really needed to avoid.

After packing more clothes he would need and his treasured, hidden vibrator, Kurt moved
Back to his closet to choose what he would wear for the yearly Valentine’s Day party Rachel gave. It was also the fourth year anniversary of her marriage to Finn, and Kurt really wanted to celebrate this one with them.

He pulled a black, silk suit from the closet and hung it on the doorknob. From his dresser he pulled his dark boxers.

The dark colors suited his mood.

Valentine’s Day was for lovers, and Kurt didn’t have one.

He hadn’t attended one of Rachel’s parties in well over a year now.

They were loud, bustling and often turned out a bit too wild. But he would endure it for them, the only problem was as usual Blaine, he always ended up bringing his latest flame, and pissing him off the first hour into it.

His hazel eyes would watch him, faintly cynical, always glittering with interest while the date at his side simpered adoringly.

Kurt snorted.

If he had to simper to hold him, well then— he sighed desolately. He would probably simper if he thought it would help.

If he could learn how.

Kurt�s mouth always seemed to get the better of him though. Blaine�s general air of superiority just grated on him.

Ever since that first kiss, when he found himself being held captive against the wall of Rachel’s study ,after a particular intense fight, by Blaine�s hard hot body as he whispered his darkest desires in his ear.

Kurt�s body had sung in agreement, his mind, shocked and dazed from the images, had kicked in with an instant defense:

His smart mouth.

It had been over two years now.

Kurt sat down on the bed, still naked, his cock hard, and throbbing at the memory.

“Can you take the heat, baby?” Blaine had whispered to his ear, holding him against the wall as he ground his cock between his thighs. “I won’t lie to you, Kurt. I want you bad. But I’m not one of your little college boys that you can mess with. I want you tied to my bed, screaming, begging for me. I want to pump my cock in that tight little ass of yours, I want to hear your cries while I’m buried there, when I fuck your sweet little asshole with a dildo bought just for you.”

“Sure,” Kurt had bit out even though he was panting, flushed with excitement. “And then I can fuck your ass next!”

Blaine had had the nerve to laugh at him. Laugh at him as his fingers circled his aching cock pumping him hard as his orgasm rippled over his body.

He’d gasped, feeling the slick heat as it pulsed through his cock, his cum washing over Blaine fingers.

Then Blaine had slid his fingers down to the tight little hole he had promised to fuck, two fingers sinking in to its first knuckle, aided by Kurt�s cum but still sending a flare of pain through his body, pain increased by the hard bite on Kurt�s neck, pain that he had enjoyed way too much to be comfortable with.

Kurt remembered his fear, throbbing as hot as his lust.

He had pushed him away, trembling, unfamiliar with the hot pulse of hunger that had flared in him, unlike anything he had known before.

And Blaine had watched him, his cock a thick, hard outline beneath his trousers, his eyes dark as Kurt stood before him trembling.

“You fucking pervert!” he had accused him.

Blaine�s lips had quirked, his eyes flaring in anger.

“And you?” he asked Kurt. “What does that make you, baby? Because sooner or later, you’ll have to admit you want it.”

“What, to be raped by you?” Kurt had bit out.

Blaine�s eyes suddenly softened, a strange smile quirking his lips.

“Never rape, kurt. You’ll beg me for it. Because we both know you want it as much as I do. My cock sliding up your tight ass while you scream for me to stop, then screaming for me to never stop. You’re mine Kurt, and I know what it takes to give you what you need. When you’re ready to accept that, let me know.”

Kurt shook his head.

Wanting it and accepting it were two different things.

He had dreamed of it ever since, too humiliated to ask him for it, and Blaine refused to offer a second time.

He touched his smooth dick, his eyes closing as he lay back on the bed.

The thought of what Blaine wanted terrified him, yet it aroused him to the point of pain.

The thought of Blaine's cock, so thick and hard, easing into his ass as he wrapped his hands on Kurt's dick, of being tied down, unable to fight, unable to escape whatever he desired, had him leaking with need.

Blaine wouldn’t hurt him.

He knew enough about Blaine to know he would never hurt him, but he could show him things Kurt wasn’t sure he was ready to know about himself.

He could show Kurt a part of himself that he wasn’t certain he could handle.

That was a frightening thought.

One of his hands wrapped around his dick, and with the other he circled with his fingers the tight, narrow entrance of his anus.

Blaine had promised to eat him there.

To run his tongue around his ass, to suck it, eat him like honey, a lick at a time.

He shuddered, moaning, imagining his finger was Blaine's tongue, licking at his asshole, lapping at the slick heat.

Kurt jerked himself harder almost painfully, whispering his name; he slicked his fingers with lube and moved them back down to the desperate ache in his asshole.

He penetrated the tight channel with two of his fingers, biting his lip, remembering how thick and long Blaine’s fingers would be inside him. He had such a big hands, he would fill him, make him scream for more.

He had whispered the dark promise that he would fuck his ass, take him there, and make him scream for him.

Kurt bit his lips, his fingers moving, while he wished he hadn’t packed his vibrator so quickly.

He could hear Blaine’s voice in the back of his mind; feel his fingers, thicker than Kurt’s, spearing a dart of pleasurable pain through him as Blaine pierced his ass.

And he had told him, warned him he would fuck him there hard.

His knees bent, Kurt's hips thrusting harder against his own fingers as he imagined Blaine between his thighs, licking him, sucking him, fucking him with his fingers, driving him over the edge as they fucked into his ass, until—

Kurt cried out as the soft ripples of release washed over him.

His asshole clenched on his fingers, his dick trembling with pleasure and release.

It wasn’t the release he had experienced with Blaine’s fingers or his vibrator, but it took the edge off the lust that seemed to only grow over time.