Blaine watched Kurt pace around the room from his seat on Kurt's bed.

Kurt was babbling uncontrollably about Warbler drama. It really didn't matter that much to Kurt, but he was trying to avoid awkward silences and probing questions from Blaine.

“Why does Wes have to throw his power around like that?” Kurt fumed. “Just because he's head of the council doesn't mean he gets to act the way he does. Why does he care so much that David wants to bring his girlfriend to watch one little practice, anyway?”

“I kind of see his point,” Blaine interjected. “It could be a distraction, and Wes never brings his girlfriend to practice.”

“Or to a competition, or to a party,” Kurt snarked. “...in fact, there's no evidence that she exists at all. It's a little suspicious if you ask me.”

“It is hard to picture Wes with a girl...” Blaine trailed off, watching Kurt as he ceased his laps around the room.

“They would make a cute couple, wouldn't they?” Kurt said, a smile playing across his face.

“Kurt, as much as I like gossiping with you about our friends in denial, that's not why I came over,” Blaine said, smirking at the slender boy. “Do you still want my help with your... 'stage presence'?”

Kurt blushed furiously. “I still say it's hopeless, but I've been trying,” he said.

“Why don't you show me what you've been working on?” Blaine said.

Kurt sat down next to Blaine on the bed so he wouldn't have to look him in the eyes anymore. “There's not much to show. It's not helping. I tried that internet research stuff you suggested, but...” he trailed off.

“What's wrong, Kurt?” Blaine asked, rubbing Kurt's forearm as he lapsed into silence. “I know you want to do a good job, but it's just one performance.”

“It's not just about performing on stage, Blaine,” Kurt whispered. “My utter lack of sexual knowledge is an ongoing problem for me. I'm like some kind of ultra-virgin. What if I were to meet a guy, one I really wanted to be with?”

“If he's the right guy for you, he won't care and you'll figure it out together,” Blaine said confidently.

“That's not good enough!” Kurt squeaked in protest. “What if... I just know that he'd be more experienced than I am,” Kurt said, “and I'd be all the more freaked out.”

Kurt paused for several seconds before continuing in a nervous whisper. “Blaine, you said you'd help me...”

“Anything,” Blaine said softly, watching in fascination as the blush on Kurt's cheeks deepened past the point he would have thought possible.

“Okay... what do you know about... the gag reflex?” Kurt asked, burying his face in his hands and peeking through his fingers for Blaine's reaction.

Blaine held his breath while his mind tried to process the abrupt 90-degree turn that the conversation had taken. Now it was his turn to blush.

“I've been... practicing...” Kurt said softly, “... and I think mine must be extra-strong or something. The things those guys do in... 'those movies' just seem impossible. Is there any way to fix it?”

Blaine blushed even more as he thought back to his own internet research. “I've heard you can train it, with practice.”

“Actually, I kind of already have been trying that,” Kurt said, bitterly. “It hasn't worked out so far. Like at all.”

“What do you think you're doing wrong?” Blaine asked.

“I have no idea, that's the problem,” Kurt said. Suddenly, he hopped off the bed and started to dig around underneath it. “Why don't you watch and tell me?” Kurt called from underneath the mattress.

As Blaine considered the implications of Kurt's words, he buried his face in his hands. He adjusted himself in his pants, smoothed his hair and had regained his detached, friendly expression by the time Kurt emerged from underneath the bed, box in hand.

“Just watch and tell me what I'm doing wrong,” Kurt said, whipping the large, purple dildo out of the box. As he licked his lips and contemplated the object, he failed to notice soft whimper that came from Blaine's throat.

“Maybe I should lick it first. I never tried that before,” Kurt said. “What do you think?” Blaine only shrugged in response, his hand partially covering his face and an unreadable expression in his eyes.

Undaunted, Kurt opened his mouth wide and lapped his tongue experimentally at the head of the dildo. He thought that Blaine watching would have made this more difficult, but somehow it was easier than it had been while just he watched himself in the mirror. Something about the way Blaine's eyes were trained on him gave Kurt a slight boost of confidence.

Kurt pulled the dildo away and tried again, this time running his tongue along the length of the dildo from the base to the tip. He was engrossed in his surprisingly successful efforts. So much so that he paid no attention to Blaine who was biting down lightly on his knuckle.

Next, Kurt swirled his tongue in a circle around the entire head of the dildo. After wetting it down, he pursed his lips around the head and sucked it into his mouth. He looked up at Blaine for the first time in a while, but after he noticed the strange look on the other boy's face he paused and pulled the dildo out of his mouth with a “pop.”

“Don't stop on my account,” Blaine muttered.

“What did you say?” Kurt smiled.

“Keep going, you're doing fine so far.” Blaine said, louder this time.

Kurt raised a confused eyebrow at Blaine, wrapping his lips around the dildo again and sucking thoughtfully.

Kurt decided to try pushing the dildo a bit further into his mouth. He proceeded slowly, but after a few seconds his gag reflex kicked in and he pulled it back.

“Try straightening your throat,” Blaine said huskily. “Tilt your chin up, towards the ceiling. That should be easier.”

Kurt looked up at the ceiling obediently, stretching his jaw open again before plunging the dildo straight down into his mouth. He was able to get it nearly an inch further into his mouth before gagging and pulling it back up.

“Try consciously relaxing your throat,” Blaine said quickly, “...right as it touches, but before the reflex kicks in.”

Kurt's eyes flitted to Blaine's tense face before looking back up at the ceiling and positioning the dildo again.

“Don't forget to breathe,” Blaine added.

Kurt moved the dildo down steadily, taking a deep breath and then relaxing his throat as the dildo touched the back of his mouth.

Blaine made a small noise, somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. It was enough to break Kurt's concentration, and he gagged badly, yanking the dildo back up and coughing with watery eyes.

“Ow.” Kurt coughed. “That... sucked...” He wiped his eyes.

“No!” Blaine exclaimed. “It was... sexy, actually.”

Kurt grinned at Blaine. “Should I try again?”

“Practice makes perfect. I don't care if it takes all night, I'm here for you.” Blaine said.

“How selfless of you,” Kurt snarked. “Although, if you mean it, something did occur to me.”

“What's that?” Blaine asked.

“I should practice someone else being in control,” Kurt said. “Maybe it will even be easier that way. It's tempting to stop pushing when it touches my throat.”

Blaine's eyes went wide and he didn't respond. Kurt walked up to him at the edge of the bed and handed him the dildo. Kurt knelt on the floor in front of Blaine and cast his eyes towards the ceiling.

Blaine's brain was short circuiting as he watched Kurt move onto the floor. He had to say something to distract from his sudden panic. “Um, come a little closer,” Blaine said, scooting to the very edge of the bed.

Kurt crawled forward until he was kneeling between Blaine's knees, then placed each of his hands lightly on the top of Blaine's thighs. “I'll tap your leg if it's too much,” Kurt said before looking back at the ceiling and opening his mouth.

Blaine focused on controlling his breathing as he positioned the dildo above Kurt's taught lips and began to slide it down. He tried to go slowly but steadily, expecting to feel Kurt's fingers tapping his thigh at any moment.

Instead, Kurt let out a moan as the dildo moved into his throat. Blaine was so startled by the sound that he almost dropped the dildo. Without thinking, his fingertips moved to the corner of Kurt's jaw. Recovering quickly, Blaine steadied the dildo and tried to play it off like he was just trying to get a better grip on the toy, and put his other hand back in his lap.

After a few seconds, Blaine pulled the dildo out of Kurt's mouth. “How was that?” Blaine asked.

“It was fine, why did you stop?” Kurt said, tilting his head back and opening his mouth again.

Blaine inserted the dildo into Kurt once more, this time bracing himself for any erotic noises Kurt might make.

Kurt moaned again, and Blaine responded by pushing the dildo down farther. He quickly adjusted his now fully-hard erection in his pants while Kurt was distracted.

Blaine moved the dildo another quarter of an inch into Kurt's throat. The kneeling boy moved a hand to wrap around Blaine's on the dildo. “Too much?” Blaine asked, pulling it back slightly.

Instead, Kurt's fingers entwined with Blaine's to push the dildo even deeper. Kurt whimpered greedily, his fingernails digging into the back of Blaine's hand as he gripped the toy tightly.

“Oh my god,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt ducked off of the dildo and blinked at his friend. “Something wrong?”

“I, uh.. no, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking... gag reflex is clearly not a problem for you.”

Kurt giggled. “I guess not. You're right, practice really does help. What should we practice next?”

Blaine steadied his breath before replying. “How about licking, and sucking on it with your lips?”

“All right. Here, I'll hold it. You watch and coach me,” Kurt said, not moving from between Blaine's knees.

This time, Kurt watched Blaine's face carefully for a reaction as he wrapped his lips around the dildo and started to suck. He turned his head to the side so that Blaine had a full view of his mouth working, but he could still keep one eye trained on Blaine.

Kurt realized at that moment that the unreadable expression in Blaine's eyes might actually be lust. His heart beat faster at the notion, and he decided to test his theory.

Kurt rubbed the dildo back and forth on his lips, humming with delight. Blaine licked his own lips in response.

Kurt sucked the dildo an inch further into his mouth, then massaged it with his tongue, now obscenely moaning. He closed his eyes halfway, but was still able to see Blaine biting his lip and putting his shaking hand on his knee to steady himself.

Kurt sucked hard on the dildo, deliberately making slurping noises. He was pretty sure that Blaine bit down on his lip even harder after he did that.

Kurt had an idea. He could put his theory to the test.

He swirled his lips around the dildo, then licked aggressively at the silicone, his tongue dragging along the side and showing at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly he tilted back his chin and thrust the dildo straight down into his throat and back out, then did it again, moaning happily each time.

Blaine was clearly transfixed by the performance. Kurt decided that it was time for the ultimate test.

He thrust the dildo into his throat once more, then pretended to gag and cough, resting his hand on Blaine's thigh as he supposedly struggled to regain his composure. As another round of fake coughs wracked his body, his hand slipped off of Blaine's thigh and “accidentally” brushed across his crotch.

Kurt's suspicions were confirmed as Blaine's erection twitched under his exploring fingers.