The next day Blaine didn’t wait for Kurt in the school parking lot. All he had heard from him since Saturday was a text saying “goodnight” the night before, even though Kurt knew that Blaine would have gone to bed at the time he sent it.

Blaine just let himself hide in the back of the classroom all day. He tried his best to keep up with what was going on in the lessons but mostly spent time doodling over the pad on which he was supposed to be taking notes.

All in all it was a pretty ordinary Monday, and by lunch time Blaine wasn’t even pondering about Kurt.
He spent the break with a group of guys from his English class in a heated game of foosball in the cafeteria, when he suddenly realized that Kurt had come to sit on a table, observing their match.

As soon as Blaine and Coby had beat the opposite team 10 to 7 Kurt was on his feet stopping at Blaine’s right side.
He discretely slid a hand down in the pocket of Blaine’s jeans as he leaned in to whisper into his ear.

“I’ve got an idea. Don’t make any plans Thursday night,” was all he said before he placed a quick kiss on his cheek and then bounced off through the cafeteria. All Blaine could do was stand perplexed looking after him, not really being able to keep his eyes off his ass as his hips were swaying in the perfect way they were always doing it when he walked.

When Kurt disappeared out of the door at the other end of the cafeteria Blaine turned around to find his friends giggling at him.
“Hooo, Anderson, you are so whipped!” Coby made a sound with his mouth while doing a bad imitation with his right hand of using a whip in Blaine’s direction.

“That might be, but I’m still getting a lot more than you,” smirked Blaine before throwing the little white ball after him.
The cafeteria started emptying out shortly after making the boys grab their bags and head for their classes.

For the first time in weeks Blaine went through a entire day without dwelling on Kurt’s odd behavior. He spent the rest of the day hanging out with the guys from his class doing school work and discussing sports, and when he got home that night his head felt so much lighter and it was just an overall relief.

This feeling of relief continued throughout the next few days.
Kurt was at school every day and they spent their lunch breaks in the cafeteria or library together; holding hands under the table and sitting close not caring what people had to think about them. Kurt was extremely cuddly and lovey dovey, and Blaine almost forgot that he had even been frustrated with him. It was almost like when they had first started dating.

They were both really grateful that their friends in college had shown to be so supportive of their relationship. When they had started college they had both been scared that it might cause them troubles and at first they did what they could to not be too close in school.

One day Blaine had a social studies class where they discussed LGBT rights. The majority of his class had shown a really supportive attitude towards the issue they were touching. That made him go home and tell Kurt, and the next day he decided to come out to his class. Most of them claimed that they already knew by the connection between him and Kurt they had observed, but it didn’t matter because they were extremely open and Blaine felt a burden fall from his shoulders.

Since then he and Kurt hadn’t thought twice about being close at school. The first week some jocks came with harassing comments, but to Blaine and Kurt’s surprise their friends stood up for them. It didn’t take long until the whole school knew that this was how things were and people started gaining the guts to ask them whatever they were curious about on the LGBT subject, or even personal questions.

Blaine and Kurt knew for a fact that there were a couple of other gay kids at their school, and that they weren’t ready to come out to the public yet, so they merely did what they could to support them and help them through their personal issues with coming to terms with their own identity.

*

“Kurt. What are we doing tonight?” asked Blaine hesitantly. He was starting to get used to Kurt not wanting to spill the word on what his plans were, and he was also starting to get used to his ideas being a bit out of the ordinary for him.

“I’m not gonna tell you, Blaine. But I promise - it’s gonna be fun!” Kurt beamed at him in the mirror while tying a bandana around his neck.
“But uhm - we’ll probably end up skipping school tomorrow. Just so you know. Can you tell your parents that you’re staying at Coby’s place tonight? Then you can stay here. My dad and Carol are going out of town tonight, so we‘ve only got Finn to deal with,” Kurt flirted, his long eyelashes dashing in Blaine’s direction.

“Sure. I think? It would be a bit easier if you told me why, though.” He wasn’t going to give up. He had a feeling that Kurt enjoyed his curiosity and he might as well humor him by continuing on nag him.

Blaine got up from Kurt’s bed and walked across the floor to put his arms around his waist from behind. He was just tall enough to rest his chin on Kurt’s shoulder so he could see his face in the mirror. For a second he thought he saw Kurt’s eyes grow wet, but then he blinked and they just seemed sparkling.

Kurt turned around to face Blaine instead, wrapping his arms around his torso letting their eyes lock for a short intimate second.
“Are you ready?” asked Kurt biting his lower lip. His eyes flickered between Blaine’s brown ones and Blaine it felt it as if some heavy cloud of anticipation had covered them.

“Ready for what?” responded Blaine, trying to get another clue out of him, but Kurt just shook his head at him and kissed his nose before he let go of Blaine and jumped energetically towards the door.
Blaine rolled his eyes before he followed his boyfriend downstairs where a cab was waiting for them.

*

“Heeey guys. You made it!” Puck greeted them with a beer in his hand and a broad grin covering his face.
“Kurt told me that he was gonna get you out here, but I wasn’t sure how much I believed that you would do it,” teased Puck as he hugged Blaine.

As Puck had hugged both of the guys he and Kurt observed Blaine looking around the field they were standing at. After a few seconds of silently staring at him they both cracked up in laughter.

“I didn’t tell him where we were going,” informed Kurt out of the side of his mouth to Puck. He was still giggling a bit at the sight of his boyfriend’s horrified face and had to hide his mouth against Puck’s shoulder to not lose it completely.

What Blaine was seeing was an entire field covered in motorcycles and bikers. Large men with long beards wearing leather suits, even larger black and silver machines with flames and eagles on the sides. There were big breasted women in tiny shorts and skirts with tattoos up their back, and little children wearing big sunglasses and bandanas.

Blaine looked to Puck and Kurt who were standing with an arm around each other still waiting for him to say something. They were grinning at him and he felt like he was being the center of a practical joke. He had no idea what they were even doing there, but he had a scary theory.

“Uhm, what exactly are we doing here?” he dared to ask. He wasn’t sure if he wanted the answer but he had thrown it out there and now there was no way back.
“What’d ya think? We’re gonna party, man” exclaimed Puck making Kurt’s face light up with excitement.

“Party? Party! Are you serious? Party with bikers?” Blaine burst out in disbelief. He suddenly felt uneasy in his entire body, and had a sudden urge to call for a cab to come and pick them up.

“Kurt. We can’t go in there. Have you seen them? They’re big, dirty, greasy, tattooed men - they could crush us just by looking at us. I bet they don’t even own a toothbrush,” peeped Blaine in a voice extremely high for what he usually sounded like. His frustration only rose further by seeing Kurt starting to giggle again, and Puck rolling his eyes.

“Relax, man. They’re cool. You’ll be fine as long you’re with me, I’ve been coming here for years. Here. Take a beer,” maintained Puck as he threw Blaine a can of beer.
Blaine watched them as Kurt and Puck each opened a beer themselves, Puck rolling almost the entire thing in one mouthful, Kurt taking a huge mouthful himself, making a face before swallowing the whole thing.

Puck clapped Kurt on the back with a proud look.
“Look at that - the little boy is starting to grow up.” He gestured for them to follow him and Kurt quickly started tripping after him over the mudded field, followed by Blaine who still had no idea how to act on this. He had to admit that he was afraid that something was going to happen to Kurt, but he was also a bit concerned about the new jeans that he was wearing - he really didn’t want them stained, and he wasn’t sure whether he would be able to get the mud or the grass off them.

Puck introduced them to a group of bikers that looked amused by Kurt’s petite handshake. Blaine kept in the background; scowling and not really knowing where to put himself.

It didn’t take long until Kurt was popular among the bikers as he asked them questions about their bikes and their tattoos. One big guy with long hair and a beard that resembled a member of ZZ Top, seemed to have developed a certain weak spot for Kurt as he kept an eye on him whenever he walked around between the big machines.

“Oh my God, Blaine look at this!” Kurt grabbed around Blaine’s wrist and dragged him over to a woman wearing a short leather skirt and a sleeveless denim top. Both of her arms were covered in tattoos and she had several piercings all over her face and along the entire edge of both of her ears.

“Look at this. Isn’t it amazing art?” He traced his index finger up the woman’s bicep where an old school microphone was tattooed with notes circling around it.
The woman, who was more than a head taller than Blaine because of her boots, looked down at Blaine and winked at him resulting in Blaine panicking, then trying to cover it up as if he had something in his eye.

“Oh don’t mind my boyfriend, he’s afraid we’ll get muddy or catch some sort of disease,” smiled Kurt at her before returning his attention to the ink on her skin.
“Did you get all of these done by the same guy? Is there some sort of rule of what tattoos a person can get?” he asked with a very focused tone.

“Hey man. Is Porcelain thinking 'bout getting some ink?” joked Puck as he got over and put an arm around Blaine’s shoulder.
“No. Of course he’s not. Why would he do that?” proclaimed Blaine, making a face emphasizing how ridiculous the idea would be.

“Actually, Blaine - I do want a tattoo. I don’t know what it would be, but I want one. I do,” said Kurt in a hurt tone. He circled around the woman to look at the tattoos covering her legs and the lower half of her back clearly admiring them with wide eyes.

Puck barked with laughter gurgling down a mouthful of beer before Kurt grabbed the can out of his hand and emptied it.
Then he crushed up the can and threw it on the ground before he ran over to his ZZ Top looking friend.

“I was thinking - could I try a ride on your motorcycle?” asked Kurt dashing his eyelashes at the huge man in front of him. Blaine was convinced that if the guy breathed a bit too hard near Kurt he would snap in two.
But before anyone noticed Kurt was sitting on a big blue Harley with skulls painted over the machine. He had borrowed one of the women’s leather jackets and was about to put on a helmet as Blaine rushed to his side.

“You can’t be serious, Kurt. What are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Biker parties, tattoos, and now you’re gonna ride a motorcycle? What if something goes wrong?” Blaine felt the adrenaline of fear running through his veins as he put an arm around Kurt’s waist trying to pull him down from the motorcycle.

“Blaine. Would you please stop? I really wanna do this. I’ve always thought they were beautiful and manly. When my dad got some into his shop I always fantasized about sitting on one but I never dared to ask. So now I’m doing it. If you don’t like it; fine! But I’m not gonna let that stop me,” explained Kurt, letting his last words come out a bit snappy.

Blaine looked down searching for words but not really knowing what to say, so instead he gave up.
“Please. Be careful, please. I don’t wanna see you go home in an ambulance. I love you, Kurt,” whispered Blaine placing his palm softly on Kurt’s thigh sending him begging eyes that he hoped would convince him to abandon the outrageous idea.

“Don’t worry. This guy’s been riding these for ages. I’m sure he knows what he’s doing. Besides, having me on the back isn’t gonna feel like anything more than having a Victorian doll seated behind him. Just relax. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Kurt kissed the tips of his fingers and placed them on Blaine’s lips before he grinned and pulled over the helmet making his head disappear.

Blaine took a few steps back to stand next to Puck who was hitting on some girl.
The big machine roared and spun a bit before he saw it disappear over the field and down the muddy road.

“Wow, Anderson. Your boy is really starting to go crazy. That is so awesome, dude! You’ve got yourself a wildy,” Puck cried out before he noticed Blaine’s concerned expression.
“Chill. It‘s gonna be cool. These dudes got their machines under control. And so what if he wants a tattoo? Tattoos are sexy.” Puck rubbed his shoulder a bit up Blaine’s but the only response he got was a dissatisfied groan.

As soon as Kurt’s feet hit the ground again he swayed a bit but the second he got the feel of the ground and stood firmly� again as he started to dance around, clearly more affected by the alcohol than he had been before getting up on the bike.
Puck took the chance and let Kurt do a spin before he hooked him up with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Kurt swallowed down half of the bottle in less than a minute before he started heaving for breath leaving Puck broken with laughter.

“Blaine. It was amazing. You should try it. The feeling of the humming of the machine vibrating in my body, and the wind pressing against me like I was gonna float away. It was such a rush,” cheered Kurt.

“It was one of the most sexy things I’ve ever tried. I don’t think my jeans have ever felt so tight,” he flirted, until he saw the look on Blaine’s face.

“Jesus. I am only saying this one more time; you need to loosen up, or you might as well go home. I am gonna stay here and party with Puck a little longer.” Kurt was mumbling and Blaine noticed that he was starting to have trouble standing straight as Kurt let a hand slide inside Blaine’s collar with the heavy smell of whiskey bathing his face.

“I’m just worried about you, that’s all. I don’t wanna see you hurt, and Puck isn’t really in control of anything here. But I’m not gonna leave you, so - let’s go find me a beer then,” sighed Blaine making Kurt smirk back at him.

It was already dark but Blaine agreed to staying a few more hours.
Kurt got more and more drunk and started jokingly posing against the motorcycles pretending to be on America’s Next Top Model. Everyone was watching him and laughing at his entertainment while Puck already had been hitting on several of the women and had finally found one willing to make out with him. Meanwhile Blaine was starting to feel the buzzing in his head and swirling in his fingers but tried resisting it to keep an eye on Kurt.

He was standing a bit away from where Kurt was in some drinking game with his ZZ Top looking friend who had placed a big hand on his back to avoid him tripping over, when a young girl who didn’t look like she was more than 17, came over to Blaine. She was dressed in tiny denim shorts and a cut off plaided shirt.
Her nose and hipbones were pierced and as she smacked her gum he could see that her tongue was pierced too. She had a Chinese dragon tattooed from her thigh ending at the lower portion of her back and her nails were painted black.

“You’re cute. I haven’t seen you here before,” said the girl trying to start a conversation. Blaine felt uncomfortable and looked desperately for an excuse to get away from her.
She started running her fingers up and down his arm and he flexed every muscle in his body making him stand stiff.

“Do you wanna fool around?” asked the girl starting to get ready to stick her tongue in his ear.
“You know - I’ve got a lot of piercings, but there’s more than just the ones you can see,” teased the girl with a flirtatious smile on her lips.

Blaine felt the panic rise inside him and he hurried to take a step backwards away from her.
“Actually - I’m gay so… I don’t think I’m the right one. Look, there’s my boyfriend,” squealed Blaine as he saw Kurt coming in their direction.

“Of course you’re gay. I already knew that. It can be smelt from across the field. That doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun. Or maybe you’re more into a threeway? Involving your cute little bird here -” she gestured towards Kurt who was standing next to her now. Blaine almost expected him to have some sort of fit by her words, but he didn’t.

“I don’t think so. That’s not really our thing - go try Puck. I bet he’ll gladly entertain you,” Kurt smiled at the girl, pointing her in Puck’s direction.
The girl shot Blaine a sour look before she turned on her heels and strolled away, her cowboy boots hitting the ground so hard that mud and grass was splashing up around her legs.

Kurt turned on his heel and before Blaine knew it Kurt had stuck his tongue in his mouth. They stood there letting their lips and tongues tangle up for a bit before Kurt stopped them and led Blaine back to the party where the bikers had started singing old school heavy metal songs and the women started dancing.

Kurt started dancing closely up against Blaine before he changed his mind and walked over to Puck to get another drink. Then he started dancing against Puck instead and Puck just joined in on the fun.
They continued singing and dancing for a bit while Blaine looked at them as he got a few more drinks as well. The bikers around them started cheering for Kurt and Puck, and Blaine couldn’t help smiling at how ridiculous they looked.

After a even more beers and bit more whiskey Kurt started dancing more and more promiscuous and the girls were giggling over the way he was sliding up and down Puck with a flirty expression covering his face.

“Hey Kurt. Come ‘ere.” Blaine grabbed Kurt around the wrist and dragged him away from the party to make it easier for them to talk. They found themselves surrounded by big bikes and the sound of the party behind them was muffled by their distance.

“I was thinking - when are we going home?” asked Blaine in a thick voice. He had a tough time keeping his gaze straight, but Kurt wasn’t any better himself.
“Awww, Blaine. You promised that we could stay,” started Kurt to whine when he suddenly felt a cold hand on the lower of his back under his shirt.

Blaine dragged him closer and let his nose run up and down Kurt’s neck while breathing heavily.
“It’s just - I just really want to be alone with you right now,” said Blaine under his breath letting his hand slide a little longer up Kurt’s back as he started to kiss Kurt’s collarbone.

Kurt was breathing hard and Blaine could feel him get excited.
Kurt started letting his fingertips run down the hem of Blaine’s jeans on his back before he suddenly grabbed around Blaine’s arms and pushed him violently up against one of the machines.

“Blaine. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now; against this motorcycle,” insisted Kurt with his nose hid in Blaine’s curls and his lips so close to his ear that it almost felt as if he was inside his brain. Blaine was getting dizzy and his jeans were getting uncomfortably tight.

“You’re so fucking sexy, but - we can’t. What if we get caught? They’re gonna kill us,” responded Blaine in a tone that he himself didn’t even think was convincing.
Before he knew it Kurt was starting to unbutton his jeans letting his thumbs caress Blaine’s hips before he started dragging down his pants.

“Kurt. No, not here -” objected Blaine, this time a bit more strict.
But it was too late. Kurt was already on his way down on his knees and it was only a second before Blaine felt his tongue running down the shaft of his cock. All he could do now was let his fingers run through Kurt’s hair and lean against the Goldwing to avoid falling behind.

Blaine felt himself getting more and more tensed up in his entire body as Kurt let his wet lips run down around his erection. As his lips were running up and down he let his tongue follow the movements, tracing the veins up and down and Blaine was starting to have trouble keeping in the noises.

Kurt was going faster and faster and Blaine felt as if his crotch was on fire. He was getting dizzy and had to put a hand on the bike he was leaning against.
“Fuck, Kurt -” he wanted to say more, but his brain couldn’t wrap itself around getting the words from his mind through his mouth. Instead he settled for just letting his free hand tighten around Kurt’s hair.

Kurt let his left hand slide from Blaine’s thigh and around to take a firm grip around his ass, while letting his right hand up to grab around his hip. He started sucking so hard that Blaine was certain that he could have suck out every drop of fluid in his body, before Kurt stopped out of nowhere.

“Jesus, Kurt. I was so fucking close -” groaned Blaine as Kurt started to stand up. But Kurt didn’t say anything; he just locked his hand around Blaine’s still hard cock and kissed him. Then he pushed Blaine softly but with enough force to indicate that he shouldn’t leave his spot in front of the bike.

Kurt started opening his own jeans before he grabbed into the pocket of the leather jacket he was still wearing. He started fumbling with whatever it was that he had found and let the packaging fall to the ground before Blaine realized what it was. Kurt rolled down the condom around his dick before he leaned in so close that their lips almost touched.
Blaine could taste the mix of Jack Daniels and blowjob on his own lips as Kurt started talking.

“Now I want you to screw me. Hard. As hard as you can. Up against this bike. Don’t worry about getting caught. They’re all so wasted that they can’t even remember their own names. Just - fuck me, Anderson,” demanded Kurt. Blaine had never heard him talk like this before. He couldn’t really figure out whether he liked it or not, but he knew that it was goddamn hot and he was so turned on at that very moment.

So Blaine decided to play along. He grabbed fast around Kurt’s arms and turned him around forcing him to bend over the bike. He stood for a nanosecond taking in the sight of his boyfriend; almost naked bending over the machine that was almost bigger than he was. He could feel his erection pounding harder and harder and he had a tough time not letting it take over everything. But if he did that it wouldn’t be as much fun.

He went over to stand as closely behind Kurt as he could without entering him. There he let a hand run up the lower half of Kurt’s exposed back, and up under his t-shirt to his shoulder blades where he let it run down to caress his chest. He felt his way down over his abs where he let it end at his cock. Kurt was just as hard as he felt himself, so he locked his hand around it starting to swipe; faster than ever, before he stopped from one second to another letting his thumb slide casually over the head and moving his hand up to place it on Kurt’s hip instead.

Blaine let his other hand grab around one of his butt cheeks to make room for him.
There he slowly started to let his dick slide inside Kurt making him burst out a mouthful of air. Blaine could hear Kurt slam his palms down on the metal under him as Blaine started slowly going back and forth until he was fully inside him.

As soon as he was sure that it was okay he held his hands on Kurt’s hips to make him stay in the position. Then he fucked him. Hard. Just as Kurt had wanted him to.
It was way hotter than Blaine had ever thought it would be. He felt sweat breaking out over his entire body, and he wasn’t sure whether it was the inside of his palms or if it was Kurt’s skin that was the wettest from the sweating.

He started to go faster; striving to make it harder whilst doing so, feeling the urge to get closer to Kurt - to feel him. He felt his blood like lava boiling in his veins, and the cool night wind was like knives against his hot skin. He wanted to reach down and jerk off Kurt while going inside him; to make sure that it was good for him, but he was afraid that he would lose the rhythm of the movements in his hips.

“Yes, Blaine. Don’t stop. Keep going,” heaved Kurt from the front making Blaine’s urges run even wilder. He let his arms down to wrap them around Kurt’s waist so he could thrust into him harder than ever, forming stars in front of his eyes as he could hear Kurt’s weak squealing with every thrust, Blaine unable to stop himself from moaning

The voices from the party at the other end of the field sounded as if they were coming from under water, and yet Blaine was constantly fearing that one of the big bikers would come and find them. For some reason that made him even more aroused, and it was tingling in his body to keep on going for the rest of the night.

Then he thought “screw it” and reached his right hand down again to let it close around Kurt. By his touch Kurt let out a long moaning ending in a “fuck sweet jesus”; with Blaine allowing his hand to move up and down in a faster rhythm, faster than he was thrusting his hips, hearing the moans escaping his mouth getting louder. He wanted to bend down to kiss Kurt’s back, but he could feel that it was almost time.

Then it happened. It was like every drop of blood in Blaine’s body decided to head for his crotch in one second. His skin tightened and felt as if it was going to break - like it was stretched out directly over his bones, and every nerve had switched to be on the surface of his skin as he had to bite down on his lip to avoid a scream coming from his mouth.

His movements slowed down and he was sure that his brain had stopped functioning altogether. He felt like a fountain was escaping his cock and couldn’t stop wishing that he could have let it go into Kurt instead of in the condom; but he didn’t get to let the thought go any further because he felt Kurt’s hand close around his own forcing him to keep swiping his cock faster, making his grip tighter.

Blaine was done. He felt as if he was� completely empty inside and yet full. So he kept inside Kurt as he continued to run his hand up and down feeling Kurt’s chill run down his spine as his breathing got heavier and his moaning louder before his hand let go to have Blaine finish the job.

It wasn’t long until Blaine heard Kurt’s tender groan of “shit yes, Blaine” and he felt the warm liquid from Kurt’s dick running down over his fingers, letting Kurt slowly go limp inside his locked hand. He knew that he had to let go but he couldn’t. All of his muscles were flexed and he had forgot how to use them. All he could do was let himself drop down on Kurt’s back, letting his flushed cheek lean against Kurt’s cold skin that was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Kurt was almost hyperventilating under him and he knew that he had to stand up and get himself out. He just didn’t have the energy.
Kurt let up a hand behind him to let his fingers fumble for Blaine’s hair, but as he couldn’t find it he let his hand slam back down on the motorcycle they were leaning against. Blaine instantly knew that this was his cue, and he forced himself to stand up and let a hand down to hold the condom while slowly dragging himself out of Kurt, making both of them do a surprised groan.

Kurt turned around to face Blaine, this time his back leaning against the Goldwing before he grabbed a handful of Blaine’s t-shirt to drag him into a soft and deep kiss, their half-naked bodies meeting letting electricity run through them.

“That was - wow,” whispered Kurt, still heaving for oxygen, against Blaine’s cheek. He released his grip around Blaine’s shirt and let an index finger run down his torso making Blaine almost jump when he felt Kurt’s skin against his own.
Both of them were covered in huge grins and before they knew it they were both laughing hysterically.

“What have we done? Kurt, you are turning crazy talking me into stuff like this,” laughed Blaine as they both started to get their pants back on.
“Oh please, like I needed to convince you. You wanted me bad,” giggled Kurt after zipping his pants and allowed his arms to find their way around Blaine to place his hands into his back pockets.
Blaine still hadn’t buttoned up but he didn’t care; he lifted up Kurt and placed him on the leather seat of the motorcycle where he stood between Kurt’s legs so he could lean in to kiss him again.

“Hey. We actually got to have sex under the real stars this time,” beamed Blaine before biting Kurt’s lower lip teasingly.
“Yeah. We did. One thing off the bucket list,” said Kurt in a voice that sounded of faked excitement, but before Blaine got to react on it they got interrupted.

“So there‘s where you‘ve been hiding. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Puck had found them and patteded Blaine on the back. He was smelling heavily of a mix of beer and leather and his eyes were swimming. he was smiling widely as he let his arm around Blaine’s neck.

“Why are you standing over here? The party’s over th -” but then he realized that Blaine’s pants wasn’t closed and Kurt’s knees were muddy. Then he suddenly looked as though a little light had been turned on in his head. He looked from Kurt to Blaine to Blaine’s open pants and Kurt’s muddy knees, then back to Kurt with a confused expression before he started “whooing” loudly.

“Woooow. You are really going all the way. You just shagged on this bad boy? You know what - I don’t even wanna hear the details. But good for you. That is pretty hardcore. Biker sex!” Puck sent both of them a high five leaving Blaine to feel his cheeks grow red but Kurt on the other hand returned the high five with a slam and nodded proudly in response.

“And you know what - it was real damn delicious,” teased Kurt pretending to dry something from the corners of his mouth, as he tightened his grip around Blaine’s curls for a second. Then he hopped down from the bike to lean himself against Puck.

“I’m tired. I think we better get home.” Kurt’s voice was still a little rasp from his heavy breathing and he suddenly got hit by the alcohol that was still running in his veins. Puck quickly figured out that Kurt needed support to stay at his feet, so he let an arm around his shoulder and muffled his hair.

“Sure, kid. You do look a little wasted. I should probably head home too. Wanna split a cab?” All three of them started to walk back towards the road as Puck called for a cab.
At the side of the road they stood and waited for a good 15 minutes before their taxi showed up. Kurt was starting to shake from the cold because he had hung the leather jacket over the steer at the motorcycle they had just left so Puck put an arm around him to keep him warm while they waited.

“Thank you, Puckerman. For letting us track along. It’s been so much fun,” smiled Kurt seriously at him through the dark filling the backseat of the car.
Blaine had fallen asleep against Kurt’s collarbone and he was snoring silently breaking the silence that had covered them since they left the party.

Puck suddenly seemed serious too and looked as if he was having an inner debate with himself.
“That’s cool. It’s been great having you along. Much cooler than I would have expected. But, man - I gotta ask you something. What’s going on with you? Blaine says you’ve been acting strange. You’re not thinking about dumping him, are you?” asked Puck in a much more concerned tone than Kurt had ever experienced from him. Kurt had to swallow a lump in his throat before he could even think about answering him.

“Puck. I love Blaine. I’m okay,” was all he had to say before he turned to look out the window. That was all that was said on the rest of the ride back to Lima.
Puck slept on the couch in the Hummel-Hudson house, and Kurt kept Blaine awake long enough to get him up to his bed.

The entire house was silent, the only sound to be heard was the snoring from Puck on the couch and the wind whipping through the trees outside the window.
Blaine woke up in the middle of the night by Kurt being restless in his sleep. He was kicking and beating and kept shifting sides. Blaine pushed him softly before he realized that Kurt was crying. Then he panicked and tried desperately to wake him up but with no luck.

He settled for lying down and fold his arm around Kurt trying to calm him down by stroking his hair and humming silently in his ear. After a few minutes Kurt slowly got more calm, but tears were still running down his cheeks and his breathing was unsteady.
Blaine was still unbelievably tired, but he didn’t dare go back to sleep. What if Kurt woke up and needed him?

*

“My head. It feels like it’s gonna explode,” whined Kurt with his face hidden in the pillow. Blaine’s arm were still locked around his waist and his nose was dug deep into Kurt’s hair.
“Blaine - would you please let go? I think I’m gonna be sick,” snapped Kurt as he tried to get Blaine’s arm away from him.

Blaine woke up with a shock and quickly dragged his arm away before he fought his way to sit up in the bed. He only sat up for two seconds before he dumped back down in the pillow the slam making his skull feel like it was gonna crack open.

Kurt turned to rest his head on Blaine’s chest but immediately regretted and had to move away.
“Please don’t touch me right now.” He sounded hoarse and his voice was unnaturally deep wincing at the sound.

“What happened last night?” asked Blaine casually with his eyes hidden behind his hands.
“Well - we went to a biker party with Puck, got drunk and had sex against a motorcycle. Pretty good sex, I would like to add,” explained Kurt. As he said the last sentence his voice told off that he was smiling by the memory, and he shifted to lie as close to Blaine as possible without it being too much for their hung over bodies.

“Not that. Kurt, I woke up in the middle of the night because you were kicking me and crying. What the hell was that about?” He started to sound pissed and he felt an irrational anger well up inside him. He felt ashamed that he was putting so much into Kurt having a bad dream, but he couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know. I don’t remember anything. I was probably just having a nightmare,” Kurt replied in a weak voice, suddenly sounding as if he had been slapped in the face.
He looked hurt by Blaine’s attack and Blaine instantly felt guilty. He still thought that something was out of place but he was too tired and felt too sick to follow the fight it might cause.

“Morning. Are you dressed?” asked Puck as he came into Kurt’s room looking like he had been hit in the head with a hammer.
“Mother of… I think I got beat up in my sleep or something’,” complained Puck rubbing his Mohawk as he pushed over Blaine so he could crawl into the bed next to him.

Puck rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder as yawned.
“When does Finn get home from school? We can get him to get us food. And juice. I could really use some juice right now.” Puck closed his eyes and snuggled closer to Blaine as Kurt snuggled close to him on the other side. Blaine was lying in the middle of them, not really sure whether or not it was a good idea for them to be so close when they were all hung over.

All three of them spent the rest of the day in Kurt’s bed watching bad TV while waiting for Finn to come home from college.
When Finn finally arrived at home he found the house empty, so he went up to Kurt’s room finding Puck, Blaine and Kurt spooning and snoring loudly.

Finn dropped his suitcase on the floor before he woke them up by placing a slap on Puck’s face.
Finn lay down at the end of the bed as they started explaining him about the party from the night before. Kurt moved down to make Finn wrap his arm around him, as he laughed uncontrollably at the stories about Blaine’s reactions, and the highly illustrated explanations of Kurt’s adventures with the bikers.

By the end of the story Finn looked around at them and promised to find them some food somewhere.
“Is there anything else you need?” asked Finn with a strangely warm look at Kurt before he stood up.
“No, Finn. I’m okay. Just some food and some juice would be nice. Thank you,” responded Kurt. Finn let a hand run gently over his forehead before he stood up and left the room.

“I’m freaking starving, man. How come he couldn’t have got home earlier?” Groaned Puck into Blaine’s hair. They both looked like they were ready to stay in bed for the rest of their lives, but Kurt had regained his energy from the day before.

“What are we gonna do today?” He sat up bouncing up and down in the mattress before he suddenly turned pale with a tint of green on his face.
“Can we just stay here?” asked he with a weak voice. His eyes started swimming in his head and his lower lip started trembling.

He moved up to lie next to Blaine again where he dragged the covers up good around his ears.
Blaine and Puck looked worried at each other before they looked back to Kurt.
Blaine tried caressing his hair but Kurt just shook his head to indicate that he wanted him to stop.

“No, Blaine. Just leave me alone, please. Is Finn coming back soon?” He sounded sick and they were unsure whether he was really sick or if this was the hangovers taking control again. They made an unspoken agreement to just leave him alone as requested, so they returned to watch TV while waiting for Finn to get back.

When Finn returned he looked worried about Kurt, and the rest of the day they all stayed in bed talking about sports or TV, leaving Kurt to drift in and out of sleep. Every now and then he would shift between to lying in Blaine’s arms or to lie almost on the edge of the bed to make sure he would be left alone.

The rest of the weekend continued to be dozy, and as Kurt and Finn’s parents got home during Saturday afternoon, they couldn’t help themselves laughing at the sight of the four boys sharing Kurt’s bed.

When Sunday was about to end Blaine had to go home and Kurt returned to the melancholic mood that had started to swim in over him whenever they were to part. He almost started crying and begged and pleaded Blaine to stay just an hour longer.
It pained Blaine’s heart to have to turn him down, just because he needed to get home to finish his homework before school the next day. Kurt shifted from being sad to seeming pissed and Blaine left the Hummel-Hudson house unsure about what had happened.