“Honestly, Kurt, do you think this revenge will really be worth it?” Blaine inquires from his position in the doorway. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and he feels it. That shift, the change of pressure inside him. He moans as the vibrator strokes his prostate.

Damn Kurt and his vengeful ways.

Kurt, examining his hair in Blaine’s mirror, simply smiles coyly and shrugs. “Of course it will be. I’ll be entertained, and you’ll be suffering. What won’t be worth it about it?”. He sweeps his bangs one last time before smiling, satisfied, and turning to brush past Blaine and out the door to his car.

“Coming?” he asks. He turns to walk the rest of the distance to his car, but then pauses. “Wait,” he says, and he’s smirking in a way that makes Blaine’s insides turn uncomfortably, in a way that tells him that all his worst fears about future events have been confirmed. Kurt reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silvery remote. A remote that Blaine is oh-so familiar with, but for different reasons. Kurt’s fingers flick, and Blaine’s knees buckle, pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt before coursing through his body and licking at his nerves. Kurt grins, and flicks the remote back off, satisfied at the now-visible bulge in Blaine’s jeans. “Not until I say you can,” he finishes. Blaine groans.

This was going to be a long dinner.
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Before Blaine knew it, Kurt was turning into the driveway of the Hudmel household, turning off the car and pulling the keys from the ignition. Blaine opened his door and stepped out carefully, wincing when the toy inside of him pressed deeper. He took a few deep breaths and tried to pull himself together, thankful he wore a longer cardigan today. He and Kurt walked in silence to the front porch, Kurt resting his hand firmly on Blaine’s lower back. Blaine walked slower than usual, trying to adjust to the feeling of something - something big - being in his ass. He spread his legs a little wider to walk, and he saw the corner of Kurt’s lips twitch. Bastard, he thought, trying not to allow the vibrator to affect his behaviour that much. They walked up the front steps and Blaine rose his hand to open the door, momentarily distracted and therefore not noticing when Kurt’s other hand disappeared into the depths of his pocket. There was a heavy clomping of work shoes coming from the kitchen, and Blaine sucked in a deep breath before the door opened and none other than Burt Hummel himself stood in front of the two boys.

“Blaine, nice to see ya, kiddo! It’s been, what…. 14 hours since you were here last time?” Burt joked, clapping Blaine on the back before stepping back. Blaine smiled stiffly, and tried to ignore the pressure of the vibrator changing as his knees buckled under Burt’s touch. Fuck, how did Kurt last a whole day? he wondered as he forced averted his gaze from Burt. He shook his head slightly, and tried to regain some coherency before looking back up at Burt, charming smile in place. I can do this, he thought. He stood up taller, and opened his mouth to speak.

“What can I say, I really love it he-EEEEEEREE,” Blaine gasped, his voice rising without his permission. His thighs quivered as the toy began to buzz again, directly on his prostate this time. He tried to regain control of himself, while simultaneously whipping his head around to glare at Kurt. His eyes widened, silently asking Kurt what the hell he was doing and begging him to stop. This was Kurt’s father. Kurt simply smiled innocently and Blaine’s gaze fell to where Kurt’s fingers rested in his pocket, unmoving. He looked back to Burt, who had a concerned look on his face.

“You alright there, Blaine? You look a little sick,” Burt commented, frowning.

“N-no, Mr. Hummel, I’m fine, just a… stomachache. I’m sure it will be better o-once we start eating.” Blaine prayed that Burt would take the hint and leave them alone, and thankfully, he did.

“You came right on time, then! Carole’s just wrapping up in the kitchen, we’ll head in there right now. And by the way,” Burt added, smiling, “how many times do I have to tell you to call me Burt?”

“Sorry, Mr. Hum- I mean B-burt,” Blaine apologized, watching Burt’s shoulders lift in a chuckle as he headed into the kitchen. The second Burt was out of sight, Blaine rounded on Kurt, reaching towards his pocket. “Kurt,” he whispered threateningly. “Turn it the fuck off. Right - fuck - NOW.” Blaine shivered as the toy continued to vibrate inside him. Kurt stepped back, a coy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Karma really is a bitch, isn’t it, Blaine?” he asked, smirking. Blaine shot him the death glare and held his hand out to the wall, to balance himself. He focused on breathing, in and out, in and out, and squeezed his eyes shut. Kurt still didn’t turn it off.

“Kurt,” Blaine said, sounding more pleading than anything. “Turn it off. This is your family.”

With one last glance, Kurt reached into his pocket and, begrudgingly, turned the switch off. Blaine sighed with relief (or frustration, he wasn’t completely sure which) and turned to rest his forehead on the cool surface of the wall. “You’re no fun,” Kurt complained, before placing his hands on Blaine’s hips and pulling him off the wall. Blaine groaned. “Let’s go, lazy, get your ass in that room before my family starts to question what’s going on. And just know- you’re going to pay for that mistake, later.” Blaine blanched at the threatening tone in Kurt’s voice.

“You wouldn’t,” he spoke, eyes narrowing.

Kurt looked at him with a glint in his eye. “Who’s going to stop me?”
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Eventually, the boys did make it into the kitchen. When asked what took them so long, Kurt side-eyed Blaine before saying that he was fixing his hair. Carole laughed, while Burt and Finn both rolled their eyes. Blaine let out the breath he hadn’t been holding, relieved that no one noticed any peculiar behaviour.

“Alright boys, everyone take a seat,” Carole called from her position behind the counter. Kurt smiled at Blaine innocently before sitting down hard, wiggling in his chair a little for no other reason than that he could. Blaine on the other hand, sat down gingerly, trying not to wince as the toy pressed deeper into him. He could feel Kurt watching him the whole time, but he refused to look over. Thankfully, Burt and Finn were too busy shoveling mountains of food onto their plate to notice anything. Carole, however, happened to look up at Kurt as she sat down. She cast him a curious glance, before picking up her fork to grab some food. Kurt, being the gentleman that he is, grabbed Blaine’s plate and scooped food on for him, before replacing it and filling his own. Blaine decided that no matter what was in his ass, Carole’s food would always trump everything. He quickly followed Burt and Finn’s lead and dug in, nearly moaning at the taste. Kurt met eyes with Carole, looking at her in mild disgust because really, did they have to eat like animals?

“You know,” Kurt started, “If you eat your food like that, you’re not even going to taste it and Carole might as well have just ordered takeout instead of spending her time cooking it for you.” Finn slowed down his fork, and for a moment Kurt thought he’d actually knocked some sense into him before Finn started to speak.

“We awh tayftin it,” he mumbled around the potatoes in his mouth. “S’dulishus.” Burt and Blaine quickly nodded their agreement. Kurt sighed, and ate a forkful of chicken, contemplative. After a few seconds of thinking, he made up his mind, and he slid his left hand from the table slowly. Down it went, across his own lap and slowly but surely, to Blaine’s chair. He placed his hand lightly on Blaine’s lower back, and Blaine visibly shivered at the contact. However, it was not the reaction Kurt was looking for, so he removed his hand from Blaine’s back and brought it level with Blaine’s ass. Before Blaine even realized what he’d done, Kurt pressed his hand forward, effectively pushing the dildo into Blaine and hitting the bundle of nerves inside of him. Blaine gasped, spitting the food in his mouth all over his plate. A pleased smile graced Kurt’s face before he replaced it with mock concern, reaching up to pat Blaine’s back.

“Oh my god, Blaine, are you okay?” he asked, trying to make his innocence convincing. Through the corner of his eyes, Blaine gave him the best glare he could. That. Ass.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay. Fine. Just… ate too fast,” he explained, avoiding Burt and Carole’s eyes and instead looking at his plate. He reached up to grab his water and gulped it down, trying to ignore the heat boiling low in his stomach. Carole was still watching him, concerned, and Burt and Finn seemed to have learned their lessons and slowed down the pace of their eating. Burt spoke first, trying to lighten the mood.

“So, boys, how’s that Glee club of yours going? Are ya warmin’ up them there, Blaine?” he asked with a smile. All the heads at the table turned to face Blaine, who paled.

“Uh.. Yeah. Yeah. They’re all…really nice,” he finished lamely. Burt’s eyebrow furrowed slightly, the confusion at why this boy- who usually spoke a mile a minute with enthusiasm- could barely form a sentence.

“Well, that’s good,” he agreed, shoveling a forkful of potatoes into his mouth. Carole smiled slightly.

“How’s the food, Blaine?” she asked. Blaine tried to pay attention, he really did, but Kurt seemed to find it more entertaining to rub his fingertips teasingly up and down Blaine’s thigh, trailing higher and higher with each pass until they were brushing the crease of Blaine’s thigh. “Blaine?” she tried again. Blaine’s head snapped up from where he’d been staring at his plate, looking sheepish and slightly flushed.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked. She smiled.

“How’s the food, sweetie?” she repeated.

“It’s delicious, ma’am, thank you,” he grunted out, barely audible. Carole frowned in concern.

“Honey, are you alright? You don’t look well,” she commented.

Just then, without warning, that all-too familiar buzz began and liquid fire shot up his nerves, causing his fist to clench around the fork so hard his knuckles became white. His other hand reached to grip his own thigh, but encountered the soft skin of Kurt’s hand. Not really caring, his fist formed an iron-tight vice around Kurt’s hand, trying to warn him to stop and to control himself all at the same time. He gulped, and placed his fork down as gently as possible, wiping a hand across his forehead. “Y-yeah, I-I just… stomach ache. Probably caught a bug. It’s o-okay,” he insisted, forcing a smile.

From where Kurt sat, he had trouble keeping a straight face. The hand that Blaine wasn’t currently pulverizing was pressed to his lips, trying to stop a giggle from escaping from his lips at the sight of Blaine wrecked. He did, however, drop that hand at one point to his lap to rearrange himself in his pants because really, the sight of Blaine wrecked was hot. Blaine was a mess, and Kurt couldn’t decide whether to laugh or moan. His face was flushed, beads of sweat forming slightly at his his hairline, the muscles in his thighs were flexing and relaxing, jumping and leaping at every vibration shooting through him. Kurt decided to have a little bit more fun before putting and end to things, because he was becoming uncomfortably hard himself. And from what he could see from his spot, Blaine’s… situation was even worse.

“You sure, Blaine? You’re looking a little… ill. Something wrong?” Kurt asked. The fake smile on Blaine’s face grew, to a point where it almost looked manic.
“I’m fine, Kurt. R-really. You should stop-” Blaine put a slight emphasis on the word “…worrying.”

Kurt smirked. “Well, if you say so..” he conceded. Blaine’s shoulders seemed to relax slightly. Until Kurt reached into his pocket and turned the knob one last time, forcing Blaine’s back straight as a board and his head shooting upwards. His fist slammed on the table slightly, and a small grunt escaped his lips. Carole leaned forward, her fork dropping to the plate.

“Blaine, honey, if you’re feeling sick, don’t eat, it’s completely fine. Do you need some medication?” she asked, sounding concerned.

Blaine smiled gratefully, trying to compose himself and trying to stop himself from literally, coming on the spot. “Th-thank you, Carole. I think I’m just going to go to the b-bathroom, if that’s okay.”

“Of course it is, sweetie, go right ahead, you know the way.” Blaine nodded gratefully and stood, wincing as a full-body shiver shot through his body. He turned away from the table as quickly as possible, tugging his sweater down as far as it would go. He walked as straight and proud as he could, until he rounded the corner and waddled shamelessly to the bathroom. Before he closed the door, however, a stylish shoe came into his vision, propping the door open.

“Wow, you sure got out of there fast,” Kurt spoke conversationally, pushing the door open. Blaine blushed, before narrowing his eyes.

“Kurt, I swear to fucking god, if you don’t turn it off right now-”

“You’ll do what?” he asked, smirking. “Can’t I do something else? I’m sure you’d enjoy it much more.” He reached his hands towards the front of Blaine’s jeans, popping the button before Blaine even realized what was happening.

“Nnngh, Kurt,” was all he managed. Kurt laughed, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s forehead.

“Thought so.” Kurt continued his work on Blaine’s pants, shimmying them down until they were in the middle of his thighs. Blaine’s boxers followed right after, and Blaine actually moaned in relief, his forehead dropping to Kurt’s shoulder. Absently, he heard wet smacking, but paid it no attention.

“Kurt, I- please, just- oh god,” he groaned as Kurt took him in his hand, palm slick. Kurt worked his hand quickly, skipping over teasing completely. His family was probably waiting for them at the table, after all. He rubbed his thumb over the slit, dragging it down along the underside as he brought his hand back down. His other hand slithered around Blaine’s shoulders, holding him standing as Blaine moaned and panted in pleasure.

“You’re fucking- ah, god- insane, you know that, Kurt?” Blaine panted against Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt smirked and worked his hand faster, moving his own hips so his confined cock was pressed against Blaine’s hipbone. He sighed, his hips starting to move of their own accord.

“Payback’s a bitch,” Kurt replied simply with a smirk, moving his thumb over the head of Blaine’s cock on every up stroke, gathering the pre-come there. The space between them was hot, too hot and so much and not enough at the same time and Kurt felt himself getting close as he rutted against Blaine. If the noises Blaine was making were any indication, he was at the same point as Kurt. Absently, Kurt heard the buzzing of the toy still in Blaine’s ass, and the hand on Blaine’s back moved down, arm still supporting him. His hand moved right to the swell of Blaine’s ass, and he felt until his fingers bumped the vibrator. Using the tip of his fingers, he pushed slightly, and that was all it took until Blaine was gone, shaking violently and convulsing as his orgasm ripped through him, his ass clenching around the toy and his mouth open against Kurt’s shoulder in a silent scream. Kurt followed shortly after, shuddering and swearing lightly into the air. Blaine’s body slumped against Kurt’s, exhausted and completely spent. Blaine whined from oversensitivity as the toy was still going, and Kurt felt around in his pocket until he found the remote and switched it off. He reached around and pulled the dildo out of Blaine’s hole, and Blaine groaned. Both boys were still panting, coming down from their highs.

Kurt looked down and realized what a mess he was; his own pants ruined, covered in both his and Blaine’s come. He reached under the sink and grabbed a towel to wrap the toy in. As best as he could, he pulled Blaine’s pants back up, and threw Blaine’s arm around his shoulder. Opening the door silently and sticking his head out to ensure no one was coming, he helped Blaine walk down the hall to Kurt’s room. He pushed Blaine gently to lay down on the bed, and walked drowsily towards his closet, tossing the towel to the corner, pulling out pajama pants and changing into them before joining Blaine on the bed. Blaine hummed happily as he felt Kurt’s weight next to him. His arms wrapped around Kurt’s waist snugly, his face nuzzling into Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine’s shoulders, and kissed Blaine’s hair.

“Shouldn’t we… go back…” Blaine mumbled, already half asleep. Kurt smiled adoringly.

“Nah, they think you’re sick, we’re taking a nap,” he replied against Blaine’s hair.

“Kurt I… Like, I don’t… wow,” was all Blaine could come up with. Kurt chuckled.

“I know the feeling. Now shh, time for cuddling and a nap.”

“I just really, really love you Kurt. Like, a whole lot. Even more than pie or singing or your mom’s cooking.” Kurt laughed, his arm pulling Blaine tighter against him.

“I love you too, Blaine. More than all those things combined.”

“Good. Okay night, Kurt.”

Kurt pressed his lips against Blaine’s head one more time, slowly pulling back before settling himself closer to Blaine.

“Night, Blaine. I love you.”

Blaine’s breathing evened out almost immediately, and Kurt closed his eyes, smiling as he fell asleep.