It took barely any time for him to strip down to his white wife beater and a pair of gym shorts. He carefully wrapped his hands in tape like he had done a million times before. He was alone in the room, since all the other guys had left the second he entered.

He turned towards the bag and glared at it as if it had done him a personal wrong. He imagined Sebastian's stupid smirking meerkat face on the bag. That did the trick. His anger spilled over and he threw his first punch. After that, there was no stopping him. He hit the bag with as much force as he could, letting out all his anger.

He thought about Sebastian flirting with Kurt, Finn hating him, missing Dalton, and the fact that his mom had planned a dinner for next week where he was supposed to bring Kurt. He punched the bag even harder. His mom was great, and already loved Kurt. But his dad...he didn't want to subject Kurt to that. If he brought Kurt over his house with his father around, it would be a disaster. He couldn't let his father try to get between him and Kurt.

Thoughts of his father weren't really helping his anger. Blaine closed his eyes so the sweat pouring down his face didn't blind him. He hated his father. Cooper hated dad. But his mom still seemed to like that stupid man.

"Have you found a nice girl yet, Blaine?"

"Have you gotten out of the horrible phase yet, Blaine?"

"Are you sure you don't want to see Dr. Regan, Blaine? He says he can cure your disease."

That was all his father talked about. The man was constantly trying to set him up on dates with daughters of his coworkers, telling him how beautiful and nice they were. His father knew damn well he was gay, yet he still invited girls over the house who spent the whole time trying to flirt with him.

And some of them were funny and rather pretty, but they were absolutely nothing compared to his beautiful, loving, sweet, amazing boyfriend. He wished his dad could just accept him and stop trying to get rid of his homosexuality. He didn't want girls, he wanted Kurt, and nothing his father could say would change that.

But his dad could say some pretty nasty things, and wouldn't hesitate to say them in front of Kurt. He didn't want his boyfriend reduced to tears and hating him because of his homophobic father. Everything would be perfect if he could keep Kurt and his family separate.

Actually, scratch that. If Sebastian got his sorry ass out of this school everything would be perfect. He didn't blame Kurt for any of it. Not for keeping Sebastian's gifts or texting the asshole. Kurt loved him, Blaine Anderson. He didn't love Sebastian Smythe and never would. It was Sebastian who kept perving on his boyfriend. And every time Blaine saw Sebastian he wanted to put him in the hospital, but he couldn't. He had to prove to himself and Sebastian that he was worthy of Kurt's love and affection.

But it was so hard. The anger was constantly getting the better of him. Kurt had nearly been hurt earlier that day. What if his problem got even worse and he lashed out at Kurt? Oh God, what if he took his anger out on his boyfriend? What if he couldn’t control it? He could never, ever hurt Kurt. Even the though brought tears to his eyes. He couldn’t lose Kurt. If he lost Kurt…he didn’t know what he would do. Sometimes everything in his life got to be too much and the only thing that held him together was the thought of holding Kurt the next day. Of sneaking little kisses as they watched Disney movies on Kurt’s bed.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a voice ringing through the locker room. “Hobbit, stop punching the bag and pay attention.”

Confused, Blaine turned to see Santana leaning against the wall, staring at him pointedly. He rolled his eyes and went back to punching the bag. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”

Santana was less than pleased at being ignored. She glared as she walked over to where Blaine was and grabbed one of his fists before it hit the bag. She dug her long nails into his arm, dragging him away from the punching bag and plopping him down on a bench. She put her hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t know who you think you are, helmet head, but nobody ignores me. Especially when I’m trying to help.”

This got Blaine’s attention. “Trying to help? Since when do you help people?”

She sighed. “I’ve been trying to be nicer so I’ve decided to help at least one person a year. And you hit the jackpot. I’m offering you my wonderful assistance with making that meerkat trying to steal your man back off.”

Of course this would be about Sebastian. Blaine didn’t want to think about that slutty slug right now. “Well, Santana, you’re going to have to find someone else to help. I have the situation with Sebastian under control.”

Santana laughed out right. Blaine frowned at her. None of this was funny. “You have it all under control, huh? Is that why I saw Sebastian making kissy faces at Hummel in the parking lot? Is that why he still flirts with him and buys him things? Because he’s obviously been put in his place, right?”

When Blaine didn’t say anything, she sat down beside him and placed a hand on his knee. “Listen, Anderson, I know how much you love Lady Lips. The way you look at him sometimes makes everyone around you want to puke rainbows and unicorns. And while it annoys me to no end when you two get all lovey dovey all over the place, I don’t want you to break up. You’re the only couple out of all the ones in Glee club that seem to work. Also, frankly, I don’t like that little bitchlet Sebastian Smythe anymore than you do. I don’t want him anywhere near Lady Hummel.”

Blaine covered his face with his hand. Maybe he did need help. If anyone could scare Sebastian away, it would be Satan herself. He looked at her. “Do you have a plan?”

“Well, if it wasn’t wrong or illegal I would suggest that we shipped him out to a country that enjoys eating meerkats and then our problem would be solved. Sadly, that’s not an option.” She did look really disappointed. “So, instead of doing something to him, we have to do something to you.”

“But…”

She held up a hand. “Anderson, before you go off on a rant, let me explain myself. Now, despite being a complete asshole, Smythe is hot. And I mean hot. That boy is fine. If he wasn’t perving on Hummel I’d be all over that. But you,” She looked him up and down. “Well, see here you look hot as well. If you looked like this all the time, everybody would be trying to get into your pants.”

Blaine wrinkled his nose. “You mean all sweaty and gross. I don’t even have my hair gel in, it probably looks like…”

“I’m going to stop you right there. You want to know what’s gross? The amount of hair gel you use. Like seriously, you have enough glue in your hair to build hundreds of Popsicle stick houses. It’s freakin ridiculous, Anderson. The curly mop you have attached to your head only looks bad when you don’t do anything to it.” She turned to where his clothes were folded nicely on the bench. Taking his sweater vest, she held it up and gave him an incredulous look. She shook it in his face. “This nonsense needs to stop as well. You dress nearly as bad as Berry and I have no idea how Lady lets you get away with it. It may have been adorable the first few times, but it’s not anymore. Do you think this gets Hummel all hot in the pants?”

He snatched his vest away from her, blushing and a little pissed. “I don’t need to change anything. Kurt loves me for who I am and he won’t leave me for Sebastian.”

“Of course Hummel loves you. But you know what he doesn’t love? This jealous, angry mess you’ve become. It’s fine to be jealous sometimes, but it’s not okay to get in fist fights with a guy every freaking day. Maybe he won’t leave you for Smythe, but who’s to say he won’t leave you just because you don’t trust him enough to fend for himself. Maybe he’ll leave you because you have this huge issue with competition. Maybe because you have the self-esteem of a cat with no claws and you think he’s too good for you.”

“He is too good for me!” Blaine shouted, gripping his hair in his hands and trying to hold back the tears. “He’s perfect, sweet, beautiful, handsome, incredible, and amazing. Everything I’m not. I’m short, angry, have stupid hair, and am paranoid every single day that someone better, taller, stronger is going to come along and take Kurt away. My fears were unfounded until Sebastian showed up and started flirting with Kurt. What if he does manage to win over Kurt? What if someone else does?” He looked up at her, one tear falling down his face. He felt so weak and pitiful and childlike. “Kurt is my everything. I can’t lose him.”

He nearly jumped when he felt Santana wrap her arms around him. He had never seen her hug anybody before. But even though he was confused, he allowed himself to relax into her arms and let it out. He couldn’t believe he had just told Santana all that. Those were the thoughts he kept in his mind and tried to not let show on his face. What would Kurt think if he knew how Blaine felt about himself? No, he could never know. That was Blaine’s burden to bear.

“I love him so much…” he whispered.

“And he loves you too.” She said gently, rubbing his back. “Just leave it to Auntie Santana. I’ll work everything out.”

OoO

Blaine was pacing nervously in front of the girls locker room, waiting for Santana to show up. He had learned the song she had given him and could now sing it perfectly. But he was still worried. Santana had assured him that he was going to sing a lot better and look a lot better than Sebastian. He wasn’t sure about that, but he trusted her judgment. She had called him last night and they had a serious conversation, something Blaine hadn’t thought Santana capable of. He had told her about the Sebastian dream, about the constant worry and how sometimes when he looked at Kurt, he would get flashes of a tear stained, blood coated face with broken eyes. She listened to him talk and didn’t judge. Sure there was the occasional joke and quip every now and then, but even those helped. He had definitely judged her too soon.

Now all that was left was for Santana to bring him his clothes. He had no idea what she had chosen and just hoped it was reasonable. He would much rather sing wearing what he was wearing, but Santana had immediately vetoed that idea.

Five minutes later the cheerleader rounded the corner, clutching a black bag in her hands. Without missing a beat she pushed him into the girl’s restroom, made sure no one was inside, and then locked it. Blaine was going to complain about being in the girl’s room, but before he could open his mouth Santana shoved the bag into his hands and ordered him to change.

When he stepped out soon after and looked in the mirror, he had to admit he looked pretty good. He was wearing a long sleeved black button up collared shirt that clung to him nicely, showing off his defined arms and flat stomach. His pants were tight, but not too tight. Just enough to hug his crotch and his ass in a way that made him look amazing. On his feet were these shiny dress shoes. The black really made his eyes pop and gave a good tone to his skin. He had never worn this much black in his life. “I look hot.” He said, admiring his reflection.

Santana stood next to him, smiling wickedly. “Hummel won’t be able to keep his hands off you. Smythe won’t stand a chance.” She slapped him on the butt. “Go get ‘em, Hobbit.”

He paused before leaving the bathroom. He looked back over his shoulder, giving her a soft smile. “Thanks, Santana.”

She chuckled. “Just don’t go around telling everyone that I helped you. I don’t want people flocking to me for advice. Not my thing.” With a wink, she pointed at the door. “Now get your sweet ass out there and tell that string bean he can’t steal your man.”

OoO

The choir room was full when he walked in. He cheered inside when he turned quite a few heads as he walked towards his boyfriend. He felt confident and powerful; like nothing could bring him down. Sebastian who? He wasn’t afraid.

When he sat down next to Kurt, he pulled the boy into a kiss that lasted a little longer than usual. When it was over, Kurt looked surprised. “Looks like someone’s in a good mood.” He commented.

Blaine linked their hands together. “I’m always in a good mood when I see your beautiful face.”

Kurt kissed his cheek. “There’s the cheesy dapper boyfriend that I missed.” Looking down, he took in Blaine’s outfit. He scooted a little closer. “Where are the suspenders and bowties?”

Suddenly, Blaine didn’t feel so confident anymore. Did Kurt not like his outfit? Maybe he really looked ridiculous and Santana had lied to him. “You don’t like it?” He picked at his shirt self-consciously. Black? What was he thinking?

“I never said that!” Kurt said quickly, making Blaine look up at him. “You look…” he blushed. “You look hot.” At Blaine’s raised eyebrow, he hurried to explain himself. “I mean you look great all the time, but…” He ran a hand down Blaine’s shirt. The curly haired boy’s heart quickened. “I’ve never seen you in black. It looks really good.”

There was a look in Kurt’s eyes that Blaine didn’t recognize. His eyes were taking in the outfit and his was biting his bottom lip, a cute little habit that he had when he was thinking. Blaine smirked and he leaned towards Kurt, resting their foreheads together. “You look hot too, baby. You have no idea what those jeans do to me.”

Kurt hummed in response, a smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe you should show me…” he whispered, pink lips parting just slightly, tempting Blaine. The boy took the offer, moving forward just a bit to kiss his amazing boyfriend. Their lips had barely brushed when someone decided to destroy the mood.

“Looking sexy, Princess.”

Kurt blushed, pulling away from Blaine and glaring at Sebastian. For one brief, crazy moment, Blaine actually considered grabbing the discarded pencil on the floor and jamming it in Sebastian’s neck. Cockblock, cockblock, you freakin cockblock! His mind was screaming.

Sebastian only smirked at their I’m-going-to-kill-you-at-any- second expressions. He observed Blaine’s attire, nodding approvingly. “Even I have to admit you look hot, Anderson. I think it’s nice that you’re getting all dressed up so you can look pretty when you get your ass handed to you by me.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at the boy. “You’re just jealous because Blaine looks amazing and you look like Shaggy from Scooby Doo.” He kissed Blaine’s lightly stubbled cheek. Blaine chuckled slightly and when Kurt wasn’t looking, stuck his tongue out at the blonde. Sebastian frowned at his childish behavior.

“I don’t look like Shaggy.” Sebastian said defensively.

Kurt laughed. “Oh, you don’t? Because what I see is a boy who is too tall, too skinny, has bad hair, and wears clothes that don’t flatter him at all. He also talks to dogs. Oh wait, my bad,” Kurt said, placing his fingers lightly over his mouth. “I meant the sluts he has to pay to have sex with him.”

The Glee club instantly burst out into a loud chorus of, “Oh Snap!”

“Nice, Hummel!” laughed Puck, giving him a high five. The mohawked teen gave a glowering Sebastian a hard pat on the back. “You got burned by the princess, man.”

But Sebastian wasn’t one to be put down so easily. “You didn’t seem to be complaining about how I looked when you were drooling over me in the bathroom yesterday.”

“Oh please,” Kurt scoffed, rolling his eyes skyward. “I was just thinking about how Blaine looks so much better.”

Sebastian scowled. “Hobbit does not have better abs than I do.”

“Oh really?” said Blaine, taking any opportunity to show up Sebastian. He unbuttoned his shirt and flashed the whole room, taking pride in his well-muscled and sculpted body that he had Fight Club to thank for. He earned quite a few wolf whistles. “Top that, Smythe.”

Sebastian took him up on his challenge, standing and taking off his shirt, presenting the Glee Club with his equally as impressive chest and stomach. “I believe I just did.”

Puck wasn’t having any off it. “Stand back, ladies, and I’ll show you what a real man looks like.” And then he proceeded to take off his tank top and reveal perfectly defined abs and a killer physique that would make any guy jealous. He flexed his guns, smirking in victory.

It soon became a competition, with a few other boys getting up to join in and show what they got. Finn was about to go to, but was stopped by a hand from Rachel. They were all thankful for that.

Kurt joined the girls, fanning his face with his hand along with the others as the boys argued about who was more ripped. A group of hot shirtless guys flexing and lifting things to prove their strength? Yes, please. He blatantly checked the guys out, not that they noticed. Gaga, Blaine’s ass looked practically sinful in those jeans. He trailed his eyes up Blaine’s smooth, flawless back to his board shoulders and strong arms. Muscles turned him on to no end. He just wanted to clutch those shoulders as Blaine pounded into him with his big, gorgeous cock…

He blushed at the road his mind had gone down. But now that the image was there, it wouldn’t go away. He had seen Blaine’s penis once. Totally on accident, of course! It was just, Blaine had this thing about not closing the door all the way when using the bathroom, and Kurt had been walking by to go to his room. He hadn’t meant to peek, it just sort of happened. And ever since then he caught himself staring at Blaine’s crotch in those pants he liked to wear and imagining what was underneath. It was bad of him, he knew. Blaine probably didn’t do things like that.

Kurt wasn’t ready for sex, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about it. He wanked to it, even. It was easy to picture these things in his head and imagine them. Yet when he was making out with Blaine, he just couldn’t take it any farther, though Blaine gave very obvious hints that he wanted to. What if he messed up? He fantasized about blowing Blaine and having that huge cock in his mouth, about making Blaine come and swallowing it all down like a professional. But what if he messed up? What if he hurt Blaine and he pushed him away? What if he choked trying to deep throat him? What a way to go.

He knew Blaine was a virgin too, but Blaine watched pornos and stuff like that. He had more knowledge. Kurt had nothing to go on but Puck’s stories to Finn and tips he found in girly magazines, which hardly seemed helpful.

No, it was best just to wait and not embarrass himself. Something about that outfit, though, was getting to him. Black was definitely his new favorite color.
“I know that look, boo.” teased Mercedes, butting shoulders with him. “Your man looks fine today.”

“I know.” Kurt sighed, watching Blaine. “I wasn’t even aware he owned anything that wasn’t rainbow colored. Black is a really good color for him.”

“So,” Mercedes scooted closer, capturing his arm in hers. “Have you tapped that yet?”

“W-what?” Kurt spluttered, flushing a shade of pink. “Mercedes, that’s none of your business!”

The animosity between clubs had cooled down considerably, which Kurt was thankful for. He had missed hanging out with Mercedes. Blaine was great, but sometimes he just needed to hang out with the girls. The Trouble Tones and the New Directions worked so closely now that they were practically one group again. They used the same choir room and did the same activities. The only thing different was that the Trouble Tones would go off to practice their own music sometimes. It had turned into friendly competition rather than ‘We’re going to tear you to shreds’ competition. And Kurt was sure when the New Directions won sectionals that the Trouble Tones would join up with them again. It was really only a matter of time.

Mercedes shrugged. “Kurt, you can’t blame me for asking about you two. Sometimes I worry about you. You have that fine piece of man all to yourself and you still haven’t done anything?”

“We’re taking it slow…”

Mercedes made a disbelieving noise, but dropped the subject. Her eyes landed on Sebastian. “New kid looks good too.”

“It’s hard to see through the fog of absolute assholeness. His personality cancels out any good looks he might have.”

Mercedes nodded. “Me and him are going to have a little chat real soon about him backing off of you.” She glanced at Kurt. “But don’t it make you feel sorta special that he wants you so badly?”

“I have Blaine to make me feel special. I don’t need anyone else. Besides,” Kurt watched as Blaine and Sebastian got into yet another fight. “I don’t like how he makes Blaine act.”

Of course Mr. Schue had to enter the room and ruin all the fun. “Alright, guys, please put your shirts back on and have a seat.” The boys did as they were told with much grumbling. “I believe we have a little competition today. Blaine, Sebastian, which one of you boys want to go first?”

Rachel stood up and everybody groaned. “But Mr. Schue, I was already planning to sing a solo today, and while I respect their talents, I really think…” Santana grabbed her by her animal sweater and yanked her back down.

“I worked too damn hard for this, Berry, and you’re not going to screw it up. So sit down and shut it.” Rachel opened her mouth to say something, but Santana’s look of doom made her stop. She crossed her arms and glowered in her seat.

“I’ll go first.” Sebastian volunteered. He moved to the front of the room and Mike Chang got up and joined him. “This song, as always, is dedicated to the lovely Kurt Hummel.” Sebastian winked at Kurt. “I hope you choose the most talented singer as the winner, and that you don’t judge on how much furniture we jump on.”

Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand before he jumped up. He placed his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder, allowing Blaine to run his fingers through his hair. It felt really nice and distracted Blaine, so he didn’t mind that it was messing up his hair.

The music started.

Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right
And aim for my heart
If you feel like
And take me away and make it OK
I swear I'll behave

The Glee clubbers loved this song. Half of them were on their feet after just the first verse, getting up to dance.

You wanted control
So we waited
I put on a show
Now I make it
You say I'm a kid
My ego is big
I don't give a shit
And it goes like this

Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you

All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you

With them moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

The song really worked for Sebastian’s voice and his dance moves were rather impressive. Despite this, Kurt still had full faith that Blaine was about to show the smirking teen up.

The rest of the song consisted of exciting dance moves, an amazing vocal range, and Sebastian getting way too close to Kurt for comfort. It ended with Sebastian spinning on his heel and the others breaking out into applause. He gave an over exaggerated bow, grinning like he had the whole thing in the bag. He chose to sit right behind the couple. “Did you like the show, Princess?”

“I’ll like Blaine’s better.” Kurt replied smoothly. He kissed Blaine on the cheek and whispered into his ear. “You’re going to kill this, baby.”

Blaine didn’t need any assurance. He had this in the bag. Santana gave him a thumbs up. Taking a deep breath, Blaine gestured to the band to start the music. He knew this song. He could do this.

Hey baby won't you look my way
I can be your new addiction
Hey baby what you gotta say?
All you're giving me is fiction
I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time
I found out that everybody talks
Everybody talks, everybody talks

Seeing Kurt’s face light up was worth the fear, the worry, and the stress. He knew Kurt adored this song. He liked it as well. It was a very fun song. If he had still been in the Warblers, they would have sung this song again and again.

Blaine jumped up on the bleachers, singing his heart out.

It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chit chat
Take me to your love shack
Mamas always gotta back track
When everybody talks back

He danced around like a little kid, losing himself in the music and the small smile on Kurt’s face. Sebastian wasn’t even a factor. He went up to Kurt, grabbing his hands and pulling him up.

Hey honey you could be my drug
You could be my new prescription
Too much could be an overdose
All this trash talk make me itchin
Oh my my sugar
Everybody talks, everybody talks
Everybody talks, too much

Kurt laughed at his ridiculous boyfriend as he was pulled around the room.

It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chit chat
Take me to your love shack
Mamas always gotta back track
When everybody talks back

Never thought I'd live
To see the day
When everybody's words got in the way

Kurt was pulled right against Blaine’s chest, held tightly by strong arms.

Hey sugar show me all your love
All you're giving me is friction
Hey sugar what you gotta say?

“You’re crazy.” Kurt giggled as he was deposited back in his seat. Blaine grinned at him then twirled away.

It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chit chat
Take me to your love shack
Mamas always gotta back track
When everybody talks back

Everybody talks
Everybody talks
Everybody talks
Everybody talks
Everybody talks
Everybody talks...back

It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her

Everybody talks
Everybody talks...back

More applause. Blaine had the widest grin on his face as he caught his breath. While the outfit looked nice, it was not made for dancing.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sebastian dug his fingers into Blaine’s shirt painfully. “Don’t get so cocky yet, Anderson. We’re not done yet. Did you get my text last night?”

The fire alarm went off before Blaine could answer. The club instantly scattered in every direction, leaving Kurt, Blaine, Sebastian, and Mr. Schue in the room. Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand and tugged him along after him. “Hurry up, Blaine, before they turn on the water!”

They ran down the hall, hand in hand, trying to get outside before the overhead sprinklers went on. What they didn’t realize was that this was pointless, which they soon found out when they ran outside and into the pouring rain. Kurt squealed as he was drenched from head to toe. Laughing hysterically, Blaine scooped Kurt into his arms and high tailed it to Kurt’s car.

They soon found themselves in the back seat, Kurt shivering in Blaine’s arms. “My clothes are ruined!” Kurt whined, burying his face in Blaine’s chest.

“Honey, I think you’re over reacting.”

Kurt peeked up at him with his adorable blue eyes, a little pout on his face. “Am not! And your clothes are probably ruined too.” He put his hand over Blaine’s heart, feeling the fabric. “I really like this outfit.”

Blaine kissed Kurt’s nose. “How much do you like it?”
Kurt’s fingers slowly drug down Blaine’s shirt, stopping on his thigh. Blaine couldn’t even blink before Kurt was on him, hands tangled in curly hair and kissing him breathless. He forced his tongue past chapped lips and fought Blaine’s tongue into submission. Blaine fell back onto the car seat so he was lying down and Kurt was on top of him.

A buckle was digging into his butt, but he couldn’t care less. Kurt was kissing him like he never had before. Blaine had one hand in Kurt’s hair and the other one on his lower back. Surprising him, Kurt reached back and grabbed Blaine’s hand, sliding it down until it landed on that pert, bubbly ass. Blaine moaned loudly, kneading that lovely butt in his hands, tracing the curve of it.

Kurt attached his mouth to Blaine’s neck, sucking and biting. His fingers scrambled at the buttons of Blaine’s shirt, trying desperately to get it open. Blaine didn’t know what to do with himself, so he just lay there and let Kurt do whatever he wanted, moaning and panting like mad.

Finally the final button was undone and Kurt threw open the shirt, immediately latching on to a cinnamon colored nipple. Blaine had never thought his nipples were sensitive, but with Kurt’s pink tongue licking and nipping at them, he was rock hard in a matter of seconds.

Where the hell had his blushing baby penguin boyfriend gone? Not that he was complaining.

But he felt kind of useless just lying there, so he waited till Kurt had stopped to flip them over and take off Kurt’s shirt. Well, it was more like shirts. He got increasingly frustrated as layer after layer came off. When he was finally staring at Kurt’s perfect pale chest, his eyes darkened. Following Kurt’s example, he took one of Kurt’s tiny pink nipples into his mouth while his hand tortured the other. The sounds spilling from his boyfriend’s mouth were the hottest noises he had ever heard. Deep moans, high keening, and tiny little whimpers made Blaine damn near come his pants.

Blaine had just thrust his hips down, hoping to get a sort of grinding motion going when Kurt’s phone went off. They ignored it at first, hoping the person would just go away, but then it rang a second time. Then a third time. By the fourth, Kurt had sat up and dug it out of his pocket. “Oh crap, it’s my dad.”

Blaine backed away to the other side of the car, horny and a little bit pissed. He liked Burt a lot, but right now he hated the man. He desperately wanted to jerk off. His hard on was straining against the zipper of his now too tight pants and it was killing him. He couldn’t very well jerk off in front of Kurt, though. And he knew that they wouldn’t resume what they had been doing once the phone call was done. The mood was ruined and Kurt was already blushing furiously, trying to explain to his dad why he was so out of breath.

It turned out that Burt needed help at the shop because one of the employees was sick. That meant they would have to say good bye. Kurt helped him put his shirt back on and gave him a big kiss, promising they would have a Disney marathon the next day, before kicking Blaine out of his car. He blew Blaine a kiss and drove away, leaving his boyfriend half hard and pouting with his hair in a mess in the pouring rain. He knew Kurt loved his dad. He constantly worried about Burt’s health and stress level. But that didn’t make him feel any less sad as he trudged back to his own car to wank and pray that tomorrow would come very, very soon.

OoO

“Shit!”

Sebastian kicked his stupid motorcycle for the tenth time, swearing up a storm. The damn thing wouldn’t start no matter what he tried. He was getting drenched from the rain and more pissed every second. He had a very strong feeling that somebody had messed with his motorcycle and if he found out who, they were going to pay. He had one of the most expensive motorcycles on the market. It didn’t just break down for no good reason.

He was already pissed for being shown up by Anderson. The hobbit did look good in the outfit. Nowhere near Sebastian’s standards, but still hot. He had seen Kurt looking at Blaine with the hottest look on his face. He could only imagine what dirty thoughts were going through that pretty little head. Oh, Kurt may act like a little blushing angel in public, but it was always those kinds that were the kinkiest people you would ever meet.

Blaine’s performance was impressive, but nowhere near as good as his. But of course Blaine was adorable and cute, so everybody loved him. It was ridiculous. Damn Anderson got to have Kurt kiss him and touch him. Lucky bastard.

Kurt needed a real guy. Not a two foot tall midget dapper boy who has a temper shorter than his height. He needed a man who would be able to please him and let him know he is sexy. Someone to take him through the ropes of sex and show him how good it could feel. A beautiful body like Kurt’s should be treasured, pleasured, and handled right. With all his experience, Sebastian would be perfect for the job. He had dealt with virgins before, so he knew to be gentle, to have enough self-control to make sure the other person was prepared fully. He could make a virgin scream out in pleasure like a porn star with just a few touches. Virgins were precious things. Especially virgins as stunning as Kurt. His first time shouldn’t be awkward or painful. It should be beyond pleasurable. Every touch should set his skin on fire and make him beg for more. With all the new sensations they get bombarded with and their exquisite innocence, you had to have a steady hand to guide them through it.

Anderson was just going to fuck the whole thing up for Kurt.

He realized soon enough that no matter how much he kicked it, his motorcycle was not going to start. He pulled out his phone to find the nearest repair shop. A quick Google search later had Sebastian grinning like a loon. The company name, ‘Hummel’s tires and lube’ stared up at him from the screen of his phone.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “This is just too easy.”