About a week into January, Kurt and Blaine headed out to meet Bas and Adam at a local bar for a double date of sorts. Cooper had left the day classes started back up, and Bas and Adam had started ‘officially' dating the day after that. It wasn't a formal date by any means, but drinks out in the city seemed like a nice alternative to yet another night in worrying about homework and work in general and bills and… adult life sucked, basically, and the three roommates had decided they could use a break.

“We have to be supportive, huh?” Blaine asked Kurt with a sour look on his face, He really wasn't a fan of Adam ever since the guy had called bow ties ‘archaically old fashioned' one night when he picked up Bas and spotted Blaine in the apartment. Of course, Kurt had bristled at the comment, but Sebastian was quick to get Adam out of the apartment and on to their dinner date. He hadn't been around since then.

Kurt sighed and reached out to straighten Blaine's bow tie (one that kurt had made) before leading the way into the bar. “Unfortunately. For some reason Bas likes him, and we're gonna be good friends. Until the fucker messes up and Bas kicks him to the curb. Then we can let out all our true feelings.” The countertenor smirked, making Blaine giggle until they spotted the couple at a high-top table near the bar. “Hey, Bas!”

The blonde near Sebastian made a face at the nickname which had Kurt rolling his eyes and mentally reminding himself to play nice. It wasn't Seb's fault his choice of date was kind of a jerk. Kurt glared at Blaine when he took the seat closest to Bas, leaving the brunette to sit by the annoying member of their party. “Hey Adam,” he greeted stiffly, blue eyes narrowed.

It was awkward, to say the least, sitting around drinking with a guy who obviously didn't care for Kurt or Blaine all that much. He called Blaine's bow tie ‘cute' in a condescending way, then Bas suggested a round of shots and went to the bar to avoid whatever confrontation might be about to happen. Blaine went with him to ‘help carry the drinks' leaving Kurt and Adam alone together.

“It's cute how you dress your little boyfriend,” Adam remarked, taking a pull from his beer and looking down his nose at a frustrated Kurt. “Little bow ties and cuffed pants. Adorable, really.” The cruel look in his eyes made Kurt's gut roil with rage.

After checking to make sure the others were still waiting at the bar, Kurt leaned toward Adam and shot him his best bitch face. “He actually is quite adorable, and I love his style. His. Style. That he chooses. Not me. I don't feel the need to control my boyfriend's life, you see,” Kurt growled. “Bas may be into you now, but trust me, he has better options and he'll open his eyes to those soon enough. You are so far beneath him it's disgusting.”

The evil glint in Kurt's eyes was only slightly extinguished by Adam's next words. “Better options? What, like you?”

Was that what Kurt was thinking? It was true he sort of missed having Bas in their bed, snuggling and kissing and doing whatever they pleased without the worry that Bas was cheating. He didn't want to trap Sebastian in the weird friends-with-benefits thing they had going without any chance of a ‘real' relationship, but at the same time, he didn't want to give that up for someone like Adam.

Kurt just wanted his friend to have a good boyfriend, or stay with him and Blaine until that happened. He didn't want Bas sticking with some jerk just because he wanted a relationship of his own or felt guilty for being in the middle of what was deemed ‘Klaine'.

When Blaine and Bas got back to the table, Kurt was still mostly lost in thought. He felt like he really did need that shot about then, so he raised it to the others and toasted… something. He wasn't even sure, then tipped his head back and downed it in a burning swallow.

The rest of the night followed much the same- burning shots, a drunken haze, Kurt finding himself more capable of ignoring the many comments from Adam even as he sneered and slammed back another shot. It was a bad coping mechanism, but it was working, so Kurt continued. At least, he did until he tried to stagger to the bathroom and just about fell on his ass.

Blaine tried to rush to his aid, but Sebastian was closer and hurried to Kurt's side, propping him up and helping him to the bathroom while Adam silently glared. “Easy there, Princess,” Bas sassed, helping Kurt to a urinal and supporting him while he relieved himself. It probably should have been awkward, but it wasn't, and that made Kurt groan in frustration. “You okay, Kurt?”

He looked at Sebastian's emerald eyes and shook his head, sighing, then regretted the action as it made him even dizzier than he already was. “Fuck. Not really. I don't know, Bas. Why the fuck are you with that guy anyway?” Kurt blurted, earning him a surprised, then irritated look from Bas.

“It's hardly your business who I date, Princess,” he spat, still supporting the unsteady countertenor but not doing any more to help him. “You have Blaine and he has you and neither of you gets a say in who has me or vice versa. Got it? Good. Are we done here? I think you and Blaine should get home. You're fucking drunk.”

Kurt stared at Bas before they started back to the table, the taller man explaining that it was about time for them to call it a night and asking Adam if he wanted to continue their evening at his place. When Bas left with the blonde, Kurt's blood ran cold, and Blaine had to help his boyfriend out to a waiting cab.

Holding Kurt close to himself, Blaine whispered in his ear. “Are you okay, baby?” It was a question Blaine himself couldn't answer, but he had a feeling he already knew neither of them was actually okay. Not with what was going on or the guilt they felt for possibly causing it.

“No,” Kurt muttered roughly, burying damp eyes in the front of Blaine's polo for the rest of the ride home. No, Kurt wasn't okay. He'd hurt Bas and fucked everything up and he was far from okay… But he needed to make this right and support his best friend. Because he couldn't lose Sebastian. He'd be lost without the man who once was his enemy but now was so much more. He needed his best friend.

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Sebastian didn't come home the next day, though Kurt hardly noticed as he was too hungover to get out of bed. Blaine noticed, however, and wandered around like a kicked puppy the whole time. Kurt didn't even wake up until well after noon, so they didn't do much until dinner. Blaine made some frozen things that Kurt normally hated because they were so unhealthy, and they gorged themselves on fattening greasy food and followed it up with ice cream.

“He's gonna come back, Blaine. He's just mad right now. I… I shouldn't have said anything. I just hate that he's lowering himself to such pathetic standards,” Kurt said, throat a bit rough from throwing up all morning. “He should be happy that I paid for it, though. I haven't been that drunk in… God. I don't even know if I've ever been that drunk.”

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at him, even though he did reach over and rub Kurt's tummy. “You feel better now though, right? I don't think it's ever going to be easy to see Bas with someone who isn't perfect, but we can't try to control him. As much as I wish we could.” An amused look passed over Blaine's eyes and he chuckled. “We can't keep Bas as our pet forever, you know?” He grinned at the thought all the same.

“No, we really can't,” Kurt agreed, smiling back before leaning in to give Blaine a kiss. “But he'll figure out that he's better than Adam soon enough. Bas isn't dumb. He's just stubborn as all hell.” Kurt ignored the piercing look Blaine shot him. Yes, he was also stubborn. He didn't need his boyfriend pointing it out though.

They snuggled on the couch until they both fell asleep, then stumbled to bed when Blaine woke up and poked Kurt into moving.

By the time they got home after class and work, Bas was there, still short with Kurt but not as angry. There was a thick tension in the air, though, and none of them liked it. Such was the problem with relationships and blurred lines, though. Kurt sighed and tried to focus on making them all dinner and not on the idea that Bas might not get over Adam. What would they do if their Meerkat got serious with someone they didn't get along with? It was an uncomfortable thought indeed.

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It was a few days before Kurt finally cornered Bas while Blaine was at school and demanded that they get back to normal. Whatever ‘normal' for them was, of course. “I miss you, Meerkat, and if I have to share you with someone I don't particularly think deserves you, well, it's worth having my best friend, okay?” Kurt practically pleaded. “I'm not going to pretend to like him, Bas, but I'm also not okay with losing you.”

Sincerity rang in Kurt's voice, and that might have been what finally won Bas over. The taller man sighed and shook his head before finally nodding. “Fine. I don't want to be mad at you anymore anyway. I just… Kurt, I can't just be some extra option for you and Blaine. I need to move on, you know? I can't keep torturing myself by being the always single guy who hooks up with his best friends who might as well be married.

Kurt blushed at the idea that he and Blaine acted like a married couple, but let Bas continue. “I know Adam's probably not my Blaine, but I have to try to find him, you know? You found yours. Let me work on finding mine, yeah?” Sebastian looked so honest and scared that it just about broke Kurt's heart, but he nodded all the same and enveloped Bas in a hug before the other man could complain.

“I'm sorry, Bas. I just want what's best for you. You're my best friend. I don't take that lightly. Nobody gets to take advantage of you or take you for granted.” Blaine walked in then, observing the boys hugging before throwing himself at them with a happy squeal.

Bas groaned. “Jesus Christ, you are both obnoxious as fuck, you know that? You sound like a puppy, Blaine. If you start humping I'm going to have you neutered,” he grumbled, making Kurt laugh while Blaine whimpered about liking his balls.

The important thing was, the boys were okay. Even if Bas was still seeing Adam, and even if things were strained whenever the blonde came around their apartment, they were still a team and they were best friends and that was what mattered.

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The good thing about Bas seeing Adam was that he usually spent time at the blonde's apartment when they wanted time together. It was just easier since Adam didn't like Kurt or Blaine and vice versa. Even if Kurt and Blaine were trying to be tolerant, it was still tense when they were all in the same space.

So, Kurt and Blaine found themselves with ample time to just… enjoy each other. They were greatly enjoying said time, as well, since they had been trying hard not to flaunt their sex life in front of Bas now that he wasn't a part of it.

“Fuck, out here?” Blaine panted as they writhed together on the couch. Kurt was already working at the button on Blaine's fly, having untucked his polo and tossed the bow tie ages ago. “Bas is gonna kill us if we get spunk on the couch, Kurt,” he groaned, hips jerked up as Kurt slid his hand into Blaine's pants and rubbed along his growing erection.

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes, even as he bit his lip and kept stroking over Blaine. “You did not seriously just use the term ‘spunk'. God, Blaine. You've spent too much time around Cooper recently,” he teased, then leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss with his curly-haired boyfriend. Blaine responded in full, grabbing a handful of Kurt's ass and squeezing as their hips slotted together.

“Too many clothes,” the shorter male complained, tugging at Kurt's waistband and the buttons of his vest before Kurt slapped his hands away.

The icy look in those blue eyes stopped Blaine, and Kurt's growl did things to him. “Stop manhandling my clothes or I'll take your hands away from you,” he threatened, making Blaine whimper. “Be patient. My clothes are not to be victims of your insatiable horniness.”

Kurt slowly took off his clothes, folding each article and setting it aside so as to keep them pristine. The whole time, Blaine whimpered, quickly undressing himself and stroking his arousal as he observed his boyfriend. He didn't think sex with Kurt would ever get boring. God, he loved this man.

Finally, they were both naked and Kurt fished a bottle of lube out of the end table near the couch. “Were you planning this?” Blaine asked incredulously, but Kurt just smirked at him as he set to work stretching himself. “Oh, fuck,” Blaine moaned at the sight, finding himself clutching the base of his dick so as not to come just from the display before him.

Kurt's head was thrown back, his chest rising and falling as he worked his fingers into his ass, stretching it open for Blaine's eager cock. It was so hot, Blaine could barely handle it. He was suddenly glad Bas was with whatshisname. It meant Kurt was all his and he could stare at the performance before him without having to share it with anyone else.

Once he was thoroughly stretched, Kurt crawled into Blaine's lap, urging the curly-haired boy to sit up on the couch and straddling him. He reached back to stroke Blaine with his lubed hand, then held him in place as Kurt let his hips fall, encasing Blaine fully in his hot, tight ass.

“Yes,” the countertenor hissed in delight, using his thighs to work himself up and down on Blaine's cock, swiveling his hips and holding Blaine's shoulders for leverage. Blaine gripped Kurt's hips tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. He worked his hips up while Kurt rocked down and they both panted, sweat working down Kurt's back and over his chest while it poured from Blaine's hair, down his neck and all over his body, sticking him to the leather couch.

Pushing each other on toward the edge, their joint noises rose until they both cried out, one after another as Blaine came deep inside of Kurt, only then fully grasping the fact that they'd completely foregone the use of a condom.

“Holy shit,” Blaine whimpered, holding Kurt tightly in his lap, still twitching inside of the countertenor. “That was amazing.”

When Bas got home later that night, he looked at them, looked at the couch, then raised his brow. “You fucked on the couch, didn't you? Jesus. You two probably think that's kinky shit, too. I really should have taught you more before moving on.” Then he went to his room and closed the door on two pouting faces.