“Kurt, there's a package for you!” Burt shouted up the stairs.

“One minute, dad!” Kurt shouted back, engrossed in his math homework, before realizing what the package had to be. He was off the bed and out the door in a flash.

Kurt bounded down the stairs, snatching the package out of his father's hands.

“Did you order something, kiddo?” Burt asked.

“Yeah, dad, it's... um... just some CD's.” Kurt panted, thinking quickly but not well.

“CD's? Aren't those a little, you know, old-fashioned? What with you kids and your iPods and all?” Burt said.

“Well, yes, but...” Kurt blinked, mentally kicking himself. Why couldn't I have just said DVD's? That would actually have made sense, he thought. “...they on their way out, all the more reason to buy them now. They might be worth something some day.”

“Okay...” Burt said to his son's retreating form, as Kurt fled up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, Kurt carefully shut the door and took a deep breath, setting the package in the center of his bed. After pausing to rub the stress out of his face, he sat on the bed, picked up the box and tore at the tape holding it shut. His eyes bugged out as he beheld the contents.

It was a lot bigger than he expected.

Kurt's breath caught in his throat, and after a moment he dropped the dildo back into the box as if it had burned his skin.

Courage? he thought to himself. He picked up the dildo again.

He circled his fingers around the circumference, squeezing to feel how much give there was in the firm silicone. He bounced it in his hands a bit, feeling the weight.

Kurt stood and went to the bathroom mirror, and held out the object next to his face. He watched his eyes in the mirror as he opened his mouth, held up the dildo, and tried to imitate the sexy face from the porn photo.

The minute it touched his tongue, he knew that this was NOT going to work. Blushing like mad, he darted back into his bedroom, dropped the dildo back into the box and shoved the thing deep underneath his bed.

* * * * *

“Kurt...” Blaine said, peering into Kurt's eyes as they walked to Geography class together.

“Blaine?” Kurt replied, with artificial lightness.

“Don't even try to pretend there isn't something bothering you this time, Kurt,” Blaine said. “You've been avoiding me all day. Talk to me, please?” He stepped in front of Kurt, walking backwards to match his pace, and took his hand, trying to make the boy acknowledge him.

“We have to get to class, Blaine.” Kurt said, icily.

“Screw it, we can be late,” Blaine said, tugging Kurt into an empty classroom and shutting the door. “I don't know if I did something to make you mad at me, or if it's something else. But either way there's something wrong, and I want to make it better.”

Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes, folding his arms and looking back at Blaine. “You didn't do anything. It's not you, it's me.” He quipped.

Blaine's eyes widened at the turn of phrase. He stepped forward and touched Kurt's arm. “You're still worried about not being able to act sexy on stage, for Regionals. But why is it bothering you this much? It's not that big of a deal.”

Not a big deal? NOT A BIG DEAL?? Being completely unable to be sexy or seductive, being in love with my best friend who laughs at my efforts and will never see me the way I want him to see me? That's not a big deal? Kurt fumed internally, avoiding Blaine's gaze.

“Look,” Blaine continued, “I'm sorry. I can see that it is that big of a deal to you, so here's what we're gonna do. I said we'll figure something out and we will. We just need more practice. How about I come over to your house tonight and we'll work on it? Just don't kick me out again, please.” Blaine pouted endearingly.

Kurt froze at the unintentional implications of Blaine's words. “I'll think about it, but right now we need to get to class,” he said, quickly exiting the empty classroom.

* * * * *

Kurt's phone buzzed on the dinner table. He picked it up and checked quickly, knowing his father would get annoyed if he paid to much attention to the device.

From: Blaine

How about we practice tonight? Can I come over? :)

Kurt read the text and sighed. He quickly tapped out a reply.

From: Kurt

I thought you'd never ask. A different kind of “practice” from the kind you mean, though. I have a problem and I could really, really use your special talents...

Kurt deleted the text, and started over.

From: Kurt

Sorry, can't tonight. It's family movie night.

It was a lie, but Kurt couldn't bear another uncomfortable discussion about his lack of sex appeal.

Kurt finished dinner and went up to his room to work on his homework. However, his thoughts kept finding their way back to Blaine. Blaine was so confident in his sexuality. Kurt had never dared to ask, but he was sure that he had plenty of prior sexual experience.

Kurt rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. It was a depressing thought, but why would Blaine want to be with a total virgin, anyway? Kurt couldn't possibly satisfy him, even if he could manage to sexually attract the boy.

Kurt reached for his laptop and turned it on. Maybe more internet research was in order. Perhaps if he exposed himself to porn little by little, he could keep from getting creeped out long enough to actually learn something.

He searched for videos this time, pulling up a movie of another young, relatively effeminate guy giving a blow job. Kurt watched the entire video, intrigued by the tongue tricks and the way the guy moaned around the cock in his mouth, like he was loving it.

Towards the end, Kurt became even more fascinated by the behavior of the recipient. The man in the film held the other guy by he back of his head, gently thrusting. As the guy worked harder on his cock, bringing him closer to the edge, the recipient began to whimper and moan like he was completely overcome by the sensations. Kurt found himself reaching into his boxers to stroke his hardening cock in time to the sounds coming from the screen.

After shuddering and coming hard in his own hand, Kurt relaxed and attempted to reflect on what he had learned. The hottest part of it all had been the fact that both people at least looked like they were enjoying it so much. Kurt understood now why still photos had not done much for him.

Kurt curled up under the covers and turned off the light, falling asleep to thoughts of Blaine. Specifically, the thought of making Blaine make those kinds of noises.

* * * * *

The next day, Kurt went to the library to do some work after classes ended. He didn't have any classes in common with Blaine on Thursdays, so he had managed not to run into him all day long. Kurt would normally go to the Lima Bean if he needed a place to study, but Blaine would probably be there.

Kurt was having a hard time thinking too much about his best friend without mentally going back to the previous night's fantasies, and he knew that if he came face to face with Blaine a blush would light up his face like a Christmas tree. The last thing Kurt wanted was for Blaine to think he was mad at him, but it was easier to hide than to face the object of his unrequited crush.

Unfortunately for Kurt, he had underestimated the extent to which his new best friend already could predict his behavior.

“We missed you at lunch, Kurt,” Blaine said, settling into the chair across from Kurt at the library table.

Kurt shot Blaine a tense smile. “I wasn't hungry, so I decided to get some work done on my Biology project. This stuff is such a mystery to me.” Kurt quickly closed his notebook so that Blaine couldn't see that his project wasn't due until the following week.

“Well, since you've been so responsible and your project is all finished...” Blaine said, cocking an eyebrow at the assignment that had quickly been hidden from view, “...you'll be free to hang out tonight, right?” Blaine reached out and touched Kurt's sleeve gently as he asked, unintentionally sending a thrill through Kurt's body.

“I don't know, I still have assignments in History and English,” Kurt said, thinking quickly while pointedly ignoring the hazel eyes that were trained on his face.

“You don't have those until Monday,” Blaine said. “Come on, you work too hard. I'm not taking no for an answer.” Blaine employed his most persuasive smile.

Kurt rolled his eyes, grinning at the adorableness. “I'll have to ask my dad. I'll text you later, okay?” he said.

“Very well, I'll leave you to it,” Blaine said, standing. “Not that he has ever had a problem with me coming over before.”

“That was before you brought up S-E-X and M-E, Blaine,” Kurt quipped. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

“All right, all right, sorry,” Blaine put his hands in the air in mock surrender, then shoved them in his pockets and took a few steps backwards. “Promise me you'll text me, though.”

“I promise, now go away so I can get something done!” Kurt laughed.

* * * * *

Kurt stretched out on his bed after dinner. He couldn't put this off any longer, having promised to text Blaine about possibly hanging out in the evening. Now, to come up with a believable lie.

From: Kurt

I'm going to have to take a rain check, my dad wants to watch a movie and

Whoops, already used that one. Kurt deleted the message and started over. The best lies had a kernel of truth in them, so Kurt decided to start with the truth and go from there.

From: Kurt

Come over. I'd love to see you.

Well, that wasn't going to work at all. Kurt deleted the message and started over. But why did the screen say “sending?”

From: Blaine

C U soon. :)

Kurt blinked at his phone, as if it would change what he saw on the screen. Now what do I do?